Episode 8-The Many Woes of Ghostface

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"Hey, fuck face. Pay up, it's rent day." Freddy said as he held out his clawed hand to Ghostface and beckoned.

Ghostface stared at him and sighed tiredly. "Yeah, yeah. Here, just take it." and he handed Freddy a giant wad of cash. Jason and Michael stared at him with wide eyes. Freddy said nothing and just smiled at him with a satisfied look on his face.

Jason: Uh...I don't think that you counted it right-

"Shut up, hokey puck, yeah he counted it right...dumb ass..." Freddy murmured as he counted the cash and pocketed some of it. Michael got up and tried to save some of the money but Freddy wouldn't have it, especially from some nobody like Myers; he promptly kneed him in the nuts.

As Michael went down onto the apartment floor, his eyes teary and full of pain, Freddy laughed and Ghostface chuckled then got up without the money.

"Wait, where you going, fucker?" Freddy asked as he took his place on the sofa and let Michael try and stand up on his own. Ghostface shrugged and went into the bathroom.

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Okay. So Ghostface wasn't known as exactly the richest slasher in the world, but who gave a care anyhow? No one. And no one, certainly not Freddy, cared where he got the money, only that he got it. So when he came out the small bathroom stumbling and smelling odd, no one thought much of it.

Nor did anyone question him as to why the bathroom smelled like smoke. And no one questioned why there were carrot peelings on the floor. But they sure as hell made Ghostface clean it up.

Sometime later that day when the pizza was delivered they all sat at the kitchen table for supper. Sighing Freddy finally asked the question that had been in the very back of his mind all day. "So...fuck face. You know what's weird?"

"Huh?"

"Well," Freddy said as he took a sip of his beer, "isn't it weird that we pretty much only eat pizza?"

Jason shrugged and wrote, Not really. Who doesn't like pizza?

Michael: I prefer a good hot dog myself-

"Of course you do, Myers. That's because you are what God would call a 'raging homosexual'. But right now I'm talking to Ghostface so shut the living fuck up if you don't mind." Freddy said, smiling deviously.

Ghostface stifled a laugh as Michael slumped in his seat and moodily drank some beer. "Well," he said, "if that's so weird then how come we're all in masks and you're not? Or how come you always call Myers gay? Wistful thinking, perhaps-"

Jason sighed; Why can't we just have one quiet dinner?

Freddy scoffed. "Because, Voorhees, that would be-"

Ghostface laughed in almost a stoned way and said in an undertone, "Lemme guess...Kruger...gay!"

"No, fuck face. I wasn't gonna say that. I was gonna say stupid...that would be stupid. You see? This is why no one likes you. Because you always act like you're high."

"I'm not high! I'm just happy-hey, I gotta go to the bathroom..." Ghostface said as he got up and he leaned really close to Michael, who recoiled slightly and cringed as he whispered in his ear, "Psst! Myers!"

What?

"You-you gotta help me man...come with me in the desert for a while and I'll show you things that will blow your mind!"

The others stared at the two as Michael cluelessly wrote, What are you talking about? Boy, you really are high, aren't you?

"Nah," Ghostface said stifling a laugh, "I'm jus' drunk..."

Then no. I most definitely won't go anywhere with you. Now fuck off before I mutilate your ass-

Ghostface laughed insanely at this and the others stared at him with eminent curiosity. "Hear that? Michael said that he would-"

"Okay, that's enough! Let's not go there!" Freddy warned him as he resisted the urge to laugh also. Michael still looked confused even as Jason led Ghostface out onto the balcony to get some air.

What? What was he gonna say? He asked Freddy as they gathered up the pizza and put it in the fridge-the whole fridge was chock full of the stuff.

"Uh...let's just forget about it, okay Myers?"

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But Michael didn't forget so easily and when Ghostface once again retreated into the bathroom, he followed. As soon as he cracked open the door, a flurry of smoke flew out and he started to choke, but Ghostface grabbed him by the elbow and slammed the door.

"Heeeeeeyyy Myers..."

Michael's eyes were wide with a sort of innocent wonder as he watched Ghostface inhale deeply through a carved carrot. Uh...hi. What's that?

He laughed wheezily and held up the carrot bong. "What? This? Man, Michael. I got a load of stuff to teach you!"

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"What do you think is going on in there?" Freddy asked as he and Jason pressed their ears against the bathroom door.

Jason shrugged his broad shoulders. I-I don't know...he sniffed the air, is that smoke?

Freddy sniffed it also and brief memories of the day he burnt to death came back to him but fled quickly. "Uh y-yeah. It does smell like smoke...so Ghostface got Michael high?"

As if to answer his question, both Michael and Ghostface burst out of the bathroom. "Heeeeeyyy Kruger...want your mind blown?"

"Depends on what I have to do, fuck face-"

Michael did something totally outrageous then; he stifled a laugh. The non talking slasher actually dared to utter a noise. Jason's eyes widened with astonishment as Michael fell forward, clearly stoned and he caught him.

With one arm slung over Jason's shoulders, Michael held out a shaky hand to Freddy. In it, still lit, was a joint. He stifled another laugh and passed a note to him. Hey...if you make the bongs out of carrots you can eat them when you're done...isn't that funny?

Freddy immediately dropped the note and snapped at Ghostface, "What the hell did you do to Michael?"

Ghostface promptly gazed at Michael and they both laughed-except Michael who would never be stoned enough to laugh. He just stifled another one. "Ha...yeah. Why, you wanna get some too? How the fuck do you think that I just have cash to pass around-" he laughed again "-I sell it. Isn't that funny?"

Jason: No that's not funny, you fucking retard! Michael's a schizophrenic and probably intermittent explosive disorder!

Michael looked confused again. So Imma a'splode?

Freddy sighed and rubbed his tired eyes and opened his mouth to say something but a knock came at the door. With a roll of his tired eyes, he went to answer it. Two police officers stood in the doorway of number 1331 Wimbleton Apartments.

One stepped forward and showed him a shiny badge. "Evening, mister..." he checked a long list of warrants that he had, "ah, Ghostface?"

Freddy smiled but tried to remember what had happened the last time that a cop had shown up at the door. Cautiously he leaned in and asked, "Uh yeah. He's here. But none of you are sent from a Dr. Loomis, are you? Certainly none of you are him so..."

"Oh, no sir. He are just normal cops looking for-"

Before the officer could finish saying anything a knife came flying out of the apartment and into his chest. The other officer staggered back but Ghostface pushed past Freddy, jumped over the other officer's corpse and ran down the hallway, after the last policeman.

A few seconds later he came back towing behind him the last officer and carrying a bottle of booze. As he passed Freddy he dropped the corpse and spilled some of his beer. "Heeeeeeeyyyy Kruger-"

"No! Stop saying that!"

Ghostface laughed for what would have to have been the hundredth time and asked in a stupid tone, "What?"

Freddy rolled his eyes to the ceiling. "Jason!"

About a minute later Jason scrambled out of the room with Michael still slung over his shoulders. He stepped over the bodies.

What? Oh God, what happened? One second I'm gone...one motherfucking second...

Freddy snatched the joint that Ghostface was trying to light and yelled, "Clean up these bodies...throw them off the balcony and into the alley. I don't give a fuck just get rid of them while I take Ghostface and Michael inside-"

Jason sighed and roughly threw Michael to him and went inside. Freddy snatched Ghostface by his sleeve and guided him back inside as well.

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"Okay," Freddy said as he forced Ghostface to calm down and sit on the couch, "why did you get Myers stoned?"

Michael, who was still now experiencing a horrible hangover from all of the booze that he had consumed while Freddy's back was turned groaned and shuddered. Then he managed to pass a note around to Freddy; Because he said that it would 'free my mind'-

Jason put his head in his hands and despaired at Michael's stupidity. God Myers! This isn't the 60s anymore and no one is 'freeing anyone's mind'!

Suddenly Ghostface spoke up, his voice sounding throughout the apartment, but still slurred. "Yeah well Kruger's been charging me out the ass-the mirror, the rent...it's all too much! I couldn't handle it so I sold coke. What was I supposed to do?"

Freddy and Jason stared at each other for a second then Freddy said, "You think that we give a fuck whether you're selling coke or weed or whatever? Hell no! Just give us a cut. It doesn't have to be money or nothing, just some of the junk."

Yeah, Jason wrote, you think that it's easy living with you? Getting stoned would make it easier, almost bearable. We don't care as long as you pay your rent. How you get the money is your business.

Ghostface sounded hopeful. "Really?"

"Yeah really. Now, c'mon fuck face. You got the stuff, we might as well get loaded, right?"

Michael shuddered again and shook his head. I think that I've had enough for today, Kruger.