Splatterhouse 3: nightmare

A Demon's Mask

Rickkyyy," The deep voice echoed in Rick's mind. He rolled over, his head hurt. "Wake up. Wake up. Wake up." Rick groaned and felt around for a pillow, his eyes closed. His hands ran across a familiar bone surface. "Rick, you look like an idiot, wake up!" Rick pulled the mask towards him and propped his head against it. "I am not a pillow! Wake the fuck up!"

The words shouted in his mind and he let out a soft moan of annoyance. "Five more minutes."

"I am not an alarm clock, you prick!" Rick peeked his eye open, he looked through the hollow eyes of the Terror Mask. "Hello there, Sleeping Ugly."

Rick sat up and leaned away from the mask. He looked around. He was on his bed. He held his head and groaned again. "My head," He fell backwards, his shoulders hitting the ground so he was only half on the inflatable bed.

"Well, are you happy now that you've made a total fool of yourself?" The mask condescended.

Rick looked at his arm and noted the numerous colors on his arms. There was a rainbow, a unicorn and what looked like crudely drawn breasts on his arms and hands. There also appeared to be the words "Freddy was here." in red pen that was obviously supposed to be blood.

"I'm gonna kill them." Rick got to his feet and held his head. His mouth was completely dry. He staggered out of his room and into the bathroom across the hall. He turned on the sink and began drinking from the faucet. He felt awful. "I wish I had drunk some water at that bar last night."

"You know Rick, this all could have been avoided if John hadn't interrupted us!"

Rick paused, trying to remember what the Terror Mask was talking about. He wasn't getting anything but vague memories and all of a sudden West in his blue vest popped in his mind. He sank to his knee's as the faucet ran. "Oh yeah," He sounded very disappointed and stood up, bending over onto the sink and sucking up the water. He couldn't care less that it was warm. He looked up at his reflection over the sink and wasn't surprised to see numerous doodles across his face. This included a fake moustache and a black spot over his eye. He paused as he looked at his arm. It was completely devoid of hair. He ran a hand across it and looked at his left arm, which did have hair on it. "Those fuckers shaved me." He looked at his reflection and felt half his chin. They had shaved off the right half of his goatee. "Those dicks,"

"You should know by now that getting drunk in front of your friends is a bad idea."

Rick sighed. "I really should, shouldn't I?"

"Shut the fuck up Rick! I'm trying to sleep." John said out loud.

"You're a dick, John!"

"Freddy and Jason did it! Now go bother them."

Rick sighed and held his head. The noise was bothering him, but at least the Terror Mask's words didn't make his head hurt. He kept drinking from the faucet for about ten minutes on and off. He got as ready as he could and, to his annoyance, had to shave his goatee completely to make his facial hair even. After a shower that made him realize he had been written on with permanent markers and waking up the twins in revenge for writing on him, he and his friends set off for the festival. Rick actually brought his bag with the Terror Mask on it without it having to resort to blackmail. With West in the city, he wanted to be ready in case anything happened... such as the end of the world... again.

He met up with Jamie and his girlfriend, Jessica. He thought they looked like a cute couple, and Jamie appeared to be just as insane sober as he was drunk. "I am having a blast going in and out of your hole!" He said to Jessica, who was standing next to him and looking quite sour. Can you keep the sex puns to a minimum?" She said coldly.