“I’m so BORED

I’m sorry; I just noticed I didn’t even put up the name of the character in the story, which is Mio, but it shows her name in the description, ANYWAYS.

Freddy, Michael, Jason, Chucky, Leatherface, Ghostface, and Pinhead, do NOT belong to me.

“I’m so BORED.” Ghostface slammed his head against the carpet as he laid face down on the floor. “ALL BECAUSE OF FRED-“

“Stop. STOP!”

“It’s not like we’re going to forget it anytime soon.”

“Stupid,” Jason started.

“I second that notion.”

“Wha-“ Freddy began

“IT has moved on to Congress, and is being discussed.”

“Objection!”

“SUSTAINED!”

“I would like to have myself disbarred for bringing this man into the courthouse-“

“What are you talking about?” I asked them.

“DO NOT INTERUPT WHILE THE COURT IS IN SESSION!”

“Will the offender plea his case?”

“I-“

“OVERRULED!”

“I find the offender guilty as charged.” Michael slammed a gavel on Jason’s hand. “All who oppose?” No one answered. “Court dismissed.” Jason glared at Michael rubbing his hand.

“Was that oh so necessary?”

“Yes………yes it was-“

“You people give me headaches…” I muttered. “Headaches!”

“’Us people?’”

“Why do you do that?”

“For emphasis.” I rubbed my head as I read the paper. Pinhead and Freddy were practically breathing down my neck as I wrote my math homework down.

“I don’t’ get it. I thought that was supposed to go over there?”

“No, it isn’t, it’s supposed to be added to that.”

“Or…. subtracted?”

“Go away-“

“SORRY!”

“God, you’re annoying.” I smacked my forehead, trying to ignore them. Pinhead slowly started to get closer to the paper.

“…….. GOAWAY-“

“Sorry!”

“JUST-“I sighed “Just- ugh, go. Do. Something!”

“’Kay… like… what?”

“I don’t know something to keep you preoccupied!”

“Hmm….” Freddy looked thoughtfully up at the ceiling. “OH! I KNOW-“

“You’re NOT going to go on a joyride in my mom’s car!”

“Man….” Freddy started to slowly drag his feet towards the stairs, as he thought I wasn’t looking.

“STOP! You’re not going downstairs to see how my parents react!” Ghostface gasped.

“WEEEEEJEEEEEE!”

“What… the Hell… are you talking about?!” Freddy groaned looking at him.

“OUIJI BOAAAARRDDD!!” Ghostface screamed. I sighed.

“NO! I HATE THAT GAME! HE CHEATS!” Freddy pointed to Chucky.

“How… do you cheat?” I asked.

“HE MOVES IT!” I rolled my eyes.

“I don’t move it, he moves it!”

“I never moved crap.”

“Then it’s him.”

“I don’t even-“

“SHUT UP!”

“Honey?! IS SOMETHING WRONG?!”

“NO!”

“Yes…” Freddy mumbled.

“Don’t push it further than you already have.”

“THAT-“

“Shut-“

“-DOESN’T MAKE-“

“-UP!”

“SENSE!”

“YES IT DOES, NOW IF YOU’D PLEASE, CALM YOURSELVES DOWN AND BE QUIET FOR FIVE SECONDS!”

Everyone sat. Finally… I thought.

Freddy held up one finger. I went back to writing. Two fingers. I got finished with that problem and moved on to the next. Four Fingers. I just wrote the first number. And Five.

“AUUUUGGGHH,” he sighed loudly.

“I swear to God,” I placed my head in my hands. “I’m going to go freaking insane.” I picked up my books, and started to walk downstairs.

“WHERE YA GOIN?” Chucky asked.

“Obviously, DOWNSTAIRS.”

I sat in peace and quiet downstairs, eventually getting my homework done. I put it in my backpack, but didn’t go upstairs quite yet. I wanted to absorb the few moments of peace that I had.

Until I heard a crash.

SORRY for saying SORRY a lot, but SORRY if I used the wrong court terms, or whatever.