"Werewolf?" Asked Freddy who had made his way back into the group. "What is it with this generation and Werewolves?"
"And vampires." Tiffany added, staring at Luna, not taking a moment to blink.
Ignoring Freddy and Tiffany's last comments, the young woman spoke up, licking her lips hungerily, "So, who's-erm i mean what's for dinner?"
"I don't know. But uh, I'd eat the doll first. He can't outrun you." Freddy chuckled nervously, stepping away from the group slightly, making Chucky more visable.
"Me?" Murmered Chucky nervously. "But I'm made of plastic! I probably don't even taste good!"
Luna nodded her head slightly in agreement, then turned back to Freddy. Her eyes flashed an animal-like yellow, then returned to it's original colour. Freddy gulped before practically whispering, "But he can't outrun you..."
"Can so!" Cried Chucky.
"Ah, shut up!" Freddy shot back at the doll, looking away from the hungry eyes of the girl for a split second.
"I bet that fire burned more than just skin, it probably fried your brain too!" The red-headed doll shot back again, folding his arms across his chest and giving a victory smile.
The doll looked up at Luna and added, "I hope you like your meat well done." The werewolf girl give a smirk and shrugged, while the group of slashers laughed and snickered at the joke.
"Eh, I don't taste good! I swear!" Freddy pleaded. "Hey, no! Get away! Stop! Ow! No biting! Bad-wolfy?"
Freddy continued screaming and pleading in terror as the she-wolf tried tearing him to shreds. Okay, okay, as much as the group found amusement just watching Freddy being chased. Not to mention the pleads, I mean how often do you see a horror icon screaming for help? Never, but someone had to step in, what a partypooper.
"Alright, alright. Stop this uneeded mayhem." Pinhead managed to say, but a smile crept on his face and he couldn't help but chuckle.
Nickoletta also was giggling, she swept gracefully over to the side of Pinhead. She had placed the babies into their brandnew cribs. They had even talked about living in the Horror Hotel. It would make it easier for family and friends visit, without having to die and be sentenced to see them.
Finally Freddy and Luna had stopped running, well, only Luna stopped, Freddy continued to run away. He hadn't even heard Pinhead. In his mind, girls were the only thing more feared than dying, mostly because they were the reason for dying...
"Fred?" Chucky asked, tilting his head as he watched his friend run around like hew was lit on fire...again.
"I got this." Jeepers answered Chucky with a wild smile, making his razor teeth visable.
The demon tensed as his wings shot out from his sides, they strightened, then in an instence they jolted and he shot up of the ground. He flew to the ceiling, then seized his wing moments, making him fall, he aimed at Freddy and before he hit the ground (or crushed Freddy) he flapped his wings and dung his claws into Freddy's sweater. He managed to shoot back up into the air, like Freddy was the weight of a feather.
Between the shreiks of Freddy, was the low growl that Jeepers grumbled happily, I mean, the dream demon was a real jerk, you can't blame Jeepers for enjoying his terror.
"Put me down!" Freddy demanded as he tried squirming from the Creeper's bird-like claws.
"Put you down? Alright, if that's what you want." Jeepers replied, in a voice that was too casual.
"Wait! No! I change my mind!" Freddy practically pleaded as the Creeper unlatched his claws from his sweater.
Freddy kicked his legs, flailed his arms and shouted like everyone was deaf. It didn't help him...or should i say they didn't help him. The group was too busy enjoying themselves, watching Freddy scream like a little girl, well, that was priceless. Actually, some strangers barely noticed the burnt dream demon landed on his butt with a loud 'thud' Some girls were in awe of Jeepers wings.
"Talk about the old saying, 'sweep a girl off her feet'." Giggled one creature, who had purple scaly skin.
"Oh, wow. Did you see those muscles?! It was liked he just wripped them off and body builder." Said another. (Talk about ironic, he probably ate a two body builders for all we know.)
"Ugh, I think I'm gonna be sick." Whined Chucky, feeling out of place with all the fangirls drooling over Jeepers.
"Oh, shut up." Tiffany grumbled, before turning back to look in awe at the small crowd of girls that grouped below Jeepers. "I think it's nice that he has a chance to make lady friends."
"Yeah, well, can he go somewhere else with those zombies?" Chucky mumbled, before wandering off.
"Isn't anyone going to help me up?" Asked Freddy, who rubbed his head and grumbled as he noticed he was being ignored.
Luna glared down at him, she rolled her eyes then looked back up at Esther and Micheal. "Anyways, as i was saying..."
"Fine, nobody helps me up? You all will be having some nigtmares tonight, and don't expect me to go easy on you. I'm talking about chopping off eyelids, knives to the tongue..." The burnt demon grumbled to himself.
The group sighed and watched as the burnt demon wandered off, he mumbled to himself the whole way.
"Stay away from any barbiques!" Chucky cackled.
"Stay awake tonight, Barbie!" He yelled back.
"Wow, he's in a mood. Do dream demons have periods?" The red-headed doll asked.
Tiffany rolled her eyes, "No, he's just an old grump."
"Hey, I think the hotel is really getting to. I think we need to get outside for a bit. Like camping." Esther suggested with her cute russian accent.
"I's a wonderful idea, Esther." Carrie replied kindly, laying a hand on Esther's shoulder.
"Oh, no! No way! Last time i went in the woods you know what happened to me? Do you!?" Chucky began to yell. He pointed to his face, making everyone stare at his scars.
"That face? Your ugly face happened?" Freddy asked, coming back from his little walk.
"Oh, whatever! Hey, what's up with your shirt?" Chucky asked, turning his attention to Freddy's sweater.
"What about my-" Frddy began to ask. "MY SWEATER!" He screached as he grabbed a handful of his sweater, looking down at the shreds in his hands.
Yes, both shoulders of the sweater had been torn, a singal claw stuck out from his left should. With Freddy panicking, the cloth began to tear even more after his gloves held on firmly.
"This is my favourite sweater!" He sniffed, taking a long breath before admitting, "It's my only sweater!"
"It's okay, bro." Chucky comforted. "I'll buy you a new one. And even get the one that has Christmas lights on it."
"I don't want another stinkin' sweater." Freddy pouted, crossing his arms. "You did this to my sweater!" Freddy acused Jeepers who had landed in the group. Freddy uncrossed his arms to lay his finger on Jeepers chest. "You!"
"Me?" Jeepers chukled, before staring down mennacingly at Freddy. "I wasn't the one running away from a girl, like it was the apocalipse. And don't ever touch me. Ever." He growled, shoving Freddy's bladed finger away.
"Look, you owe me-" Freddy began to press his finger into Jeepers chest again, but quickly tucked it in his fist and chukled nervously. "You owe me a new sweater."
"I owe you nothing." Jeepers snarled, showing off his sharp teeth. He sighed, his expression softened slightly. "Why don't you just sew it?"
"Sew it? Do I look like a girl to you?!" Freddy shouted, then paused before adding quickly, "Don't you dare answer that."
Chucky,who sat behind Freddy clamped his jaw shut, making his teeth make a clack-like noise. He really did have to bite his tongue, but that didn't stop others from chatting.
"What a sexist. Not all girls sew and not all men don't know how to." Muttered some.
"Why does he care about the sweater anyways? It doesn't seem to help him be very merry." Giggled another.
The whispering died away, leaving everyone silent and desperate to hear more of the argument. Some people...erm...creatures even made bets, I'm not going to say wlet's just who won, but well, I think someone paid someone to tip the scales slightly. *Cough* Freddy *Cough* Even if Jeepers still won.
Finally after throwing his hands up in defeat, Freddy grumbled to himself as he stormed off in a blaze of anger...(Hehe, get it? Blaze...Because he was burnt?! Nobody? Well, okay. :( Fine.)
"He needs some anger managment." Muttered Chucky, watching the burnt demon kick a trash-can but quickly jumped on the other foot as he cradled his bruising toes, while cursing and kicked the trash-can again, but this with his other foot and repeated the cycle.
"You know what always cools me down when i had a tough day?" Luna asked no one in particular, in an overly cheerful tone.
"I don't know, rolling in the dirt to get rid of the fleas?" Chucky snickered, only to have Tiffany elbow him in the ribs. "Ow! I was only playin'."
"I'm sorry." Tiffny apologized for Chucky's rudness. "Sometimes I really do believe his brain is made of plastic as well."
Overhearing the conversation, Freddy chuckled slightly, making Chucky ball his fists with anger and frustration. It was tough being a short guy, it's ten times worse when your made of plastic, it did help that he was married to a famous actress though.
"I wouldn't be talking, Krueger! Your brain is toast!" Chucky snarled, narrowing his eyes at the burnt slasher, who had somehow managed to hurt his hand as weradling as know cradling it.
"Anyways!" Yelled Luna, who continued to tell her point that had been interupted. She cleared her throat and began to talk in a more soothing voice. "Anyways, When I've been inside too long i like to go in the woods."
"Like in a forest?" Asked Jeepers, who seemed unimpressed.
"You know camping...Tents, s'mores, fishing, hunting," Luna began to drool at the last word but then quickly continued. "Swimming,-"
"Yeah! We know what it is...Just, we don't wanna go." Whined Freddy, who hung his head and growled.
"Why? Everybody loves camping!" Luna announed happily.
"No, not really..." Muttered someone.
"Campers are always so annoying..." Whispered another.
"My nails would be ruined by the end of the day...But the kids would have fun." Grumble someone who was obviously Tiffany.
"My dresses would get dirty. I just simply can't get my dresses dirty." Complained Esther in her charming accent.
Carrie looked over her shoulder and observe Jason and Micheal's answer...um...reaction? They both looked down at their girlfriends, Carrie really didn't mind going, but Esther seemed pretty stubern about not going, but Micheal and Jason were rather...well, they were best friends, i don't know how, since they can't fit too many secrets and conversations on one notepad, so it was tough to choose between their girlfriends comfort and their friendship.
Eventually, after an hour of passing notes back and forth between Esther and Micheal, they came to a reasonable deal, Micheal would buy double the dresses that Esther dirtied and take her out for dinner after the week was over...Okay, so it was more of a deal for Esther than for Micheal, but hey, ladies first, even for bribing.
Three days later...
"Okay, I got nine of my nighties, ten undies, four pairs of shoes, fourteen pairs of tights, six hair bows, three hats, seventeen dresses, some bandages..." Esther blushed as she quickly tucked the bandages in her suitcase. "...And my brush, my comb, my tooth brush, tooth paste, my notepad for talking to Micheal, oooh my hammer..." Esther grinned evilly as she tucked all the items in her bag. "Okay, the emergency bag is packed..."
"Geez, where are you moing?" Asked Freddy with sarcasm.
"It is better to have too much then not enough, Freddy." Esther replied, humming as shebegan to pack her snack bag.
"Hey! Is everyone ready to go!?" Called Jeepers from the bus.
TO BE CONTINUED...Hope you liked this chapter! Took forever to do beause of school work! :c But review and tell me what you think! Gahhh, I want this story to be my longest! But i only got two reveiws, so it isn't looking good :( Byeeeee