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Ah, and if you haven't been doing so until now, I HIGHLY recommend you listen to 'Inside The Fire' by Disturbed towards the middle of this chapter. It matches so well!

Duncan

"Just one more ghost...just one more..."Duncan gasped, waited for a minute, still leaning on the cross, allowing the mask to heal his wounds.

"There."The Mask stated once it was done.

The last ghost was spotted overhead a few yards away, but it was much different from the others. Instead of being translucent white like the rest, it was blood red, droplets of the red stuff secreting out of it.."Catch it! It's collected innocent blood!"The Terror Mask shouted urgently.

Duncan pursued, never too far away as it flew back into the woods towards West's Mansion.

Once again the invisible barrier locked them out. Furious, Duncan pulled out the chainsaw, revving it and trying to cut through the unseen. Nothing, it couldn't even touch it without the chain locking up from how solid the barrier was.

He tried the shotgun next, the scattered blast just bouncing off.

His bone spikes next, nothing.

Letting out a shout of frustration, Duncan repeatedly punched at it, over and over again until his knuckles bled. He continued on through the pain."...Duncan-boy, settle down."The Mask finally spoke up after the Punk had pounded his hands into a bloody mess."I could try getting us through this barrier...I can tap into West's supernatural power..."The Mask lead on.

"Why couldn't you have done this hours ago?"Duncan asked, his hands slowly healing.

"You had to stop those other ghosts anyway. Besides, it's risky."

"How risky...?"

"I could end up separating my soul from the mask, and leave you powerless."

Duncan considered this. He sighed."Whatever. Just do it quickly."

The Terror Mask began to hum, vibrating on Duncan's face. The rate slowly sped up over time, until the hum filled Duncan's entire body. He closed his eyes. A sound of shattering glass, and his eyes jolted open. He was silent for a moment.

"...You still there?"He asked the Mask.

"Of course."The Mask's distorted voice sounded smug."The barrier's gone. Go save Gwen."

He charged into the Mansion, breaking down the heavy oak door into the foyer, where it all began.

Doctor West greeted him, standing in the center of the entrance hall.."Duncan..."His ancient voice filled the room."So good to see you and that Mask again. 'm sorry to say, my servant with the blood arrived a little earlier than you. It's not the amount of twelve..."He sounded annoyed towards the end of this, but instantly switched back to his calm demeanor."But it'll have to do."

He slowly approached Duncan, his tuxedo-clad body taking on a wispy, spectral form, truly showing the ghastly demon he was."I have a deal for you." He snapped his fingers, the entire foyer going pitch dark, Duncan could only see West.

"Queen Gwen is forever ours..."He took the shape of Gwen, smiling at Duncan, but it turned to a vicious grin as the black crown appeared on her head. West returned back to his spectral form."You cannot have her. She is too important to fall back into the hands of humanity."

Duncan fond himself paralyzed once more by the Doctor's powers.

"All you know..."

West transformed again, taking several forms. He became Duncan's parents in their police uniforms, only for them to be ripped apart by monstrosities. He became friends from Total Drama. Courtney was crushed, her bones turned to dust. Harold had spears skewer him through the side. Geoff and Bridgette cowered, clutching each with their lower part of their bodies gone in a bloody mess. Lastly, West became Duncan himself. He continued the psychological torture by tearing off his own head.

Soon West reverted back to his spectral form."Will come to an end. But you have a way out. Queen Gwen still has...feelings for you deep inside her."

He snapped his fingers, a scrawl of paper and ink pen appeared and hovered in midair."You can become her king, to rule beside her in the new world."

"All you have to do..."

Duncan could move again.

"Is sign over to me your soul."

He already had an answer. He stepped forward and somehow grabbed the ghostly West by the collar, pulling him to his face."No Friggin' way."

West narrowed his eyes."Very well then."

West dissapeared, the room becoming alight again. But his ancient voice could still be heard."I have a little present for you..."

Manic laughter.

Spinning around, Duncan came face to bloody-bagged face with the Rabid Man.