Loud agruing took place downstairs in the kitchen.
It sounded like PennyWise and Ghostface.
We came into the kitchen, me looking defeated, and Djiin and Creeper, looking like they'd won.
"Jennifer, that knuckle head clown over there is being a faggot, tell him who's the better villain, in Batman. Joker or Penguin?"
I looked blank.
And you're asking me this, because?
I looked at the both of them.
"What do you say?" I asked Ghostface.
"Penguin. PennyWise says, Joker."
I thought hard for a second.
"Joker."
I said, without any further hesitation.
"What!"
Demanded Ghostface, pounding a fist on the table.
PennyWise threw his head back and laughed.
"Why?"
Asked Ghostface, angry to be wrong.
Before I could answer, PennyWise pulled out a pencil.
"Wanna see a magic trick?"
He asked Ghostface, smiling. He placed the pencil on the table, standing on end by itself.
"Now you see it,"
PennyWise grabbed Ghostface's head and slammed it down into the pencil. I let out a cry, as he slumped out of his chair and onto the kitchen floor.
"Now you don't."
My mouth was in the shape of a small, perfect, O, as I watched Ghostface climb back into his chair, with the pencil barely sticking out of his eye, through his mask.
"Fucking clowns, sticking together."
He muttered, grabbing it out of his eye. The other end was covered in blood. He threw it in the trashcan across the room.
I closed my mouth, shocked.
The whole room was laughing, except for me and Ghostface.
Djinn cleared his throat, causing them to look at us.
"Well, after a couple of flying lessons, Jennifer has decided to take us up on our little offer."
They snickered at that.
"Good, this place could use some cleaning up."
Grinned Chucky, tapping his knife on the table.
I looked around the kitchen, it was a bit messy.
I went to go for some paper towels, and cringed as I stepped in the pool of milk, still on the floor.
They grinned.
"I can see why."
I murmured, limping from my wet right foot.
I ripped a few paper towels off of it's metal hanger, and dried my foot off with it.
"No reason crying over spilt milk." Reasoned Hannibal, causing them to laugh.
I plucked some more towels and kneeled down onto the floor, cleaning up the pool of diary product.
"You missed a spot."
Grinned Freddy, pointing a claw at the floor.
I looked where he was pointing.
"No, I didn't."
He knocked over a beer bottle, which shattered loudly on the floor, alcohol spilling everywhere.
"What the fuck!"
I snapped, glaring at him.
He cackled, pointing at the new mess in the floor.
"Yes, you did." I sighed, deeply, as I went for more paper towels.
"Asshole." I murmured.
"Bitch." He shot back.
"Bastard." I snarled.
"Whore." He growled.
"Douchebag."
I was tired, which explains why I'm cursing at him. Like I said, I'm never in the right state of mind when I'm tired.
"Slut."
We both glared at each other, challeging the other to bring up more curse words.
He burst out laughing, slapping his knee.
I snapped out of it, realizing the situation I just put myself in.
WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?
I thought to myself, scared and angry.
SHUT UP BEFORE HE JABS YOU WITH HIS RAZOR FINGERS!
When I got the beer clean off of the tiled floor, I began to pick the pieces of broken glass up. I flinched when I cut myself.
"Damn." I hissed.
"Didn't your mother tell you, not to play with broken glass?"
Sneered Creeper.
I ingored him, getting up and throwing the used towels and glass into the trashcan. I noticed my baseball bat in the trash, still in two pieces.
Dad will have a cow.
I then took all of their dirty dishes off of the table and counter, putting them in the dishwasher, and turned it on. I ingored the blood oozing out of my hand.
"How's it feel to be on the bottom of the food chain?"
Smiled Candyman.
"Great. You should try it, sometime."
I said, sarcasm dripping from my words.
"You're tired, aren't you?"
Laughed PennyWise.
"How'd you guess?"
I asked him, wiping the counter clean.
"Is it the dark rings under my eyes, or the fact that I could pass out on the floor right now and sleep for hours?"
Freddy chuckled, watching my every movement.
"You'd like that, now wouldn't you?"
Asked Pinhead, to Freddy, whom grinned in return.
I raised an eyebrow, but didn't say, anything, keeping to my new job.
"Well, I've noticed whenever you're tired, you turn into a total smartass. Otherwise, you're this scared and timid mouse."
They laughed, some adding comments of agreement, even Jason, Michael, and Leatherface nodded.
I couldn't ingore my bleeding hand any longer, turning the water on and putting my wound under it.
Djinn rolled his eyes, stepping over.
"Give me your hand, you're only making it worse."
I looked at him.
"A few seconds ago, you let Creeper drop me from thousands of feet in the air, and now you want to help my hand stop bleeding?"
He grinned, amused.
"That was quite fun, now wasn't it?"
I groaned, thinking about it.
"I'm only doing this, so Creeper can get that hungry look off of his face."
I glanced at him, noticing this strange expression.
Creeper licked his teeth, staring in my direction.
"He's like a shark,"
Explained Djinn, taking my hand in his.
"When he smells fresh blood, he has a sudden change of heart."
I watched in fascination, as my hand began to heal by itself.
Djinn let go of my hand, admiring his work.
I looked at it, and touched my skin where the wound used to be.
"How'd you do that?"
I asked him, amazed.
He waggled his fingers, grinning.
"Magic."
I glanced around the room, and my eye caught the clock hanging on the wall.
"If I stay up any longer, I'm not going to get any sleep."
I grumbled, rubbing my eyes.
They looked at the clock as well.
1:29.
Freddy smiled in my direction, and I looked away.
"Am I excused or not?"
I asked, rubbing my right eye.
"Yeah, the kitchen's clean for now."
Jeered Ghostface.
I sighed, walking away.
Yeah, for now.
"Goodnight, Jennifer."
They yelled in unison.
I rolled my eyes.
Yeah, like you really mean that.
"Goodnight."
I replied, pushing through the swinging door.