"What's wrong with you!"
She shouted, shaking all over.
"We were bored. Entertain us."
Demanded Ghostface.
She ran a hand through her hair, breathing hard.
"How I am I supposed to entertain you?"
They all looked at each other, thinking.
"Hmm, we could use you as a slave." Suggested Djinn.
"Yeah, like a butler or something." Agreed Ghostface.
"Butler is a term for a male servant, let's find something a little more suitable."
Said Hannibal, almost being polite.
"How about, butress?"
Asked Chucky.
They all looked at her.
She stared back, eyes big.
"Yeah, that sounds good." Sneered PennyWise.
"What do you think, Jennifer? Want to be our butress?" Asked Creeper, grinning wide.
"Thanks for the offer, I think, but I'd rather no-Good choice, your work starts now."
Interupted Ghostface.
She opened her mouth to protest, but Freddy beat her to it.
"It could be a whole lot worse."
She looked at him.
"How?"
He stood, going over to her. Everyone saw her begin to tense, grinning.
"We could make you wear a french maid's uniform."
He taunted, tugging at a piece of her shirt. She moved away from him, obviously not liking his company.
"You can't make me do it." She said, quietly. "You wanna bet?" Grinned Djinn.
She didn't say anything, but she stared with a determination in her icy, blue eyes.
He sighed, cracking his neck.
"Okay, if you want to do this the hard way, we can do it the hard way. Creeper. We're taking a little trip up to the attic."
Creeper laughed, going towards her.
"Wait, what're you-what are you doing! Stay away from me, wait, no!"
He picked her up, and slung her over his shoulder, like a sack of potatoes.
"Onward!"
Laughed Djinn, leading the way to the attic.
"PUT ME DOWN! PLEASE!"
She shouted, trying to wriggle out of his grip, but his grasp was tight.
"Fiesti."
He snickered, walking up the steps.
"WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO?"
They didn't answer her, until they got into the attic.
Djinn closed the door behind him. They stopped at the broken window.
Creeper set her down, smiling.