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“What now?” Chance growled, looking around. They were outside but still in the twisted maze. The walls had turned into trees, and a dank smell rose. Mist drifted around them, and eerie sounds. The sound of an axe chopping wood was heard, and then it stopped.
“Any ideas?” Wraith asked.
“None yet, son, could be any of several films,” Big Al replied.
“Or just one!” Levi shrieked, and Wraith joined in.
Behind them was Jason Voorhees.
“I hated Friday the 13th!” Rooster yelled.
“The originals are better than the remakes,” Celt commented.
“Are you honestly going to stand there discussing it while that fucker’s behind us?” Levi shrieked.
Diesel barrelled past, trying to find the exit, but the maze acted like a normal one.
“That asshole’s the reason I still run and jump at my bed!” Diesel yelled.
No! Chance stared at Diesel in disgust. His brother did not just admit that! The sound of the axe dragging on the floor motivated everyone, and Janey shot past them in the lead. She screamed and came running back.
“Left, left!” she yelled as a second Jason appeared.
“I’m in hell!” Wraith shouted and grabbed Janey’s hand, yanking her along behind him.
“Let the lunatics find the way out,” Chance sighed at Bear as half his brothers lost their heads. Every wrong turn brought out another Jason, and soon there were about fifteen chasing them. Chance and Bear were roaring with laughter when a scream and gibberish rose from Chatter. They literally walked into a corridor, and Friday the 13thdisappeared abruptly. So abruptly that Chance didn’t have time to assimilate what was in front of his eyes.
“Chance!” Levi yelled, and Chance moved forward. He passed his brothers standing next to the exit and picked Chatter up from the floor. Holding him by the shoulders, he shook Chatter until Chatter focused on him.
“Dolls!” Chatter shrieked at such a high pitch Chance winced.
“Okay, dude, okay, look at your feet and walk,” Chance said calmly as Chatter patted himself down for a weapon. Thank fuck he’d forced everyone to leave their guns at the clubhouse, or no doubt Chatter would shoot one of the dolls lining the walls. Chance flinched as some began moving and others talked. Chatter was a trembling mess in his grip, but Chance found it hard not to laugh.
“Hi, I’m Chucky. We’re friends till the end,” echoed down the corridor behind them. Chance rolled his eyes and sighed.
“Phoe, tell me you didn’t!”
“Fuck, it’s Chucky!” Slaughter roared.
Chance turned his head and saw the doll standing holding a knife, grinning evilly at them. Chance just got his hands under Chatter as his eyes rolled up, and Chatter gave up the ghost. He was going to kill Phoe! Chance barely got his arms around Chatter when there was a stampede of feet behind him. To his astonishment, Pyro, dragging Janey (wildly laughing), Celt with Chey on his back with her glancing over her shoulder, Big Al, Bone, Tiny, and Bear all shot past him.
“It’s a fuckin’ doll! A fake doll!” Chance rumbled after them. Clio and Thalia strolled past, giggling their asses off as Chance hauled Chatter over his shoulder. Chance felt something tap his calf muscle, and when he looked down, he was horrified to see Chucky attempting to stab his leg. Chance roared and kicked out, and the doll flew. Okay, maybe there was something to ‘Fuck, it’s Chucky!’ Chance realised as the doll’s head twisted and straightened up. Without a second thought, Chance took off jogging after his brothers.
“This doesn’t look too bad,” Rooster commented as they entered another corridor.
Chucky had caused chaos, with brothers ramming into each other. Pyro and Bear came to blows on who exited first, and Chance knew they’d both suffer black eyes. Janey had crawled between their legs to escape. Big Al was boasting a split lip from where he’d dived on Bone to get through the door, and Bone, thinking Chucky had him, had booted Big Al. Chance dropped Chatter none too gently on the floor and frowned. This was familiar.
They stood in a room resembling an attic. A bed was in the corner, and clothes were strewn everywhere. It looked like something from the 80s, and Chance suddenly straightened in horror. No way had Phoe discovered that deep secret.
“Find the exit,” Chance ordered, his voice hoarse. The lights flashed and dimmed, taking on a disco atmosphere, and Chance closed his eyes as music came from nowhere.
“Start spreading the news. I’m leaving today…” The cackle fell from everywhere around him.
“What the fuck?” Levi demanded, looking puzzled.
A wall dropped, and they saw a small pool and inside was a wriggling mass of grossness. Chance gulped as suddenly a head popped up and continued singing.
“Gremlins?” Clio asked, confused as Chance nearly keeled over.
