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Spencer was aware of the spliting pain through his skull. That was both good and bad. It meant he was alive, and feeling pain only through that means he hadn't come to any harm while unconscious.
Blinking his eyes open against bright ceiling lights, he mumbled. ''Agh... where am I?''
''No where perticurely good or lucy''
Tilting his head towerds the voice, he saw a middle-aged beareded argentin man wearing a worn-out cap and sunglesses bending by his knees to be eye-leveled to him while smirk drily. ''Welcome to hell. Better say and rewock yar’ prayers now, the only gods here want to either rip ya’ aport or watch ya’ suffer for their own amusments.''
''Ace! He's just woken up, don't drop big bombs on him right away!'' A canadian-accanted female voice lectured out as a black woman with glasses and a turn look on her face wearing a green apron walked into the young genious' ling of view.
''Better to rip the band-aid right off then makin’ him stew from trying to pull it off graduley'' The bearded argain man, Ace, pointed out with a stern look of his own. ''This isn't a type of game that lets ya’ take it slow to lurn all the rules in it.''
''How many times do we need to tell you this isn't your useal gambling games, and you should stop treating it like one!'' The canadian woman continued to lecture as the man walks to the other side of the room.
''Nevermind that, how you feeling dear?'' She asked Spencer in a much kinder and sympathedic voice. ''I couldn't do much about the sure groginest from the chloroform, but I did give you the best herbs to treat any nasea and muscle-sorness that could come from it''
''Like I got hit by a truck. Your a medical herbist?'' Spencer gussed with a rasp, throat dry from inhaling anesthedic medicine.
''Botanist'' The canadian woman corected with a slight downcast look. ''While I would not have bean the first choice as the team's leading madic if they where others, I do the best that I can under the circomstances.''
''Team? There's other's besides us here? Ectually, where is here?'' Spencer asked as he sit up to have a better grasp of his new suroundings.
He was laying on a large bad pushed to a window with heavy curtains of a very nice looking badroom with a double-door closet with various black shirts and pants inside, an armchair in one corner, and on the others a dresser and desk with dozen of pictures held up with push pins above it.
''Well, it's kinda hard to explain without knowing the full story, you see we-'' The mexican woman began to ease him into it gently, but was cut off.
''We where taken from diffrent points in time to do these trials in an infinate loop as secrifice and food source of an almighty malevolent being simply known as „the Entity“, who the Slashers escaped the grasp of and banished using the power of Pinhead's puzzle box, and took us as long-earned hunting trophies and playthings!'' Ace summerized all at once quickly and way too casuely for someone who’s been though, and still seemingly going through imanse suffering.
''Trials? What do you mean by „hunting trophy“? And Pinhead's puzzle box? You mean those things that could lead you in prison for life if your ever in posession of one?!'' Spencer kept questioning as his eldic brain ran a million mile a mintue at prosessing this new information regarding the hidden doors, the puzzle boxes, and the slashers' origins in general.
''Ace! You should have let me do the talking, I told you; things should be explained to him gently and one at a time, he's still recovering from chloroform-induced unconsciousnes!'' The maxican woman scolded with an angry look on her face.
''He looks perked-up enough to me'' Ace countered with a shrug of his shoulder. ''And like I said, it's best the kid get the big picture right away instead of giving him pieces of it, as those basterds won't wait for him to adjust.''
''I'm sure we still have the right amount of time to tell him everything in better detail before Ghostface comes back'' The maxican woman tried to reason optimisticly while helping Spencer sit up at the edge of the bad.
''I said „basterds“ as in, plural, didn't I?'' Ace pointed out as he went up and turned the young genious' left hand to raveal a elbow-length marker of vines depicting two knives, a bear trap, a wraped-up tentacle, and a machate.
''Oh my god, what are these? Some kind of tattoos? Did you marked these on me!?'' Spencer demanded in herrorfied shock.
''Well kinda, sorta, we where unwilling part of creation if it, you see, during the trials-'' The mexican woman tried to explain in a way that would not distress the young genious further, but was once again cut of by Ace.
''It's the mark of obsession; once used to paint gient targets on our backs for the killers to chase after, now used as physcial proof of their ownership and domination over us'' The cap-wering argain man told bluntly while showing off his own mark.
''Ace!'' The maxican girl called out, trying to stop him, but to no evail.
''Usually those masked freaks would take up to two servivors at a time and share others closest to them'' Ace continued to explain as he showed his mark of a harpoon gun and a chainsaw crossed-over with a wooden hammer as an example.
''Of course; not all the slasher's would want to have you in there bad'' The maxican woman pointed out in resurance while glaring at the bearded argain man. ''They could simply want a house or travel companion, an assistent, a hunting trophy-''
''You and „Ace“ still haven't told me what that is, or your name for that matter'' Spencer pointed out with a bamused look.
''Oh sorry! I've been so focased on raigning in Ace, that I forgot to intraduce myself'' The maxican woman excused herself while giving an akwerd wave in late greeting. ''My name's Claudette Morel, a recent collage graduete of science and boteny; and you already got well aquainted with Ace Visconti, a pro-playing gambler-''
''Which I played fairly and legaly in all athorized casions, I swear'' Ace „swore“ with one hand up and the other on his chest.
''As such, he's got quite the charm and silver tounge to him'' The maxican woman, finaly known to him as Claudette, stated with an annoyed look at the argain man. ''And as you have observed, he isn't one to show any tact or mince his words.''
''Don't mind her; She's one of the few who have it easy of bein' just The Doctor's assitent with her mane owner being gone most of the time, she dosen't know how hard most of us have it'' Ace acussed while brushing it off with his hand.
''He's only used for hunting and both of his owners go on long-way trips without him, so he dosen't know jack-squat either'' Claudette countered while pinching her nose. ''He dosen't know what I do for The Doctor, or what the ones without a survivor do with every new one brought in.''
''Wh-What will they try and do to me?'' Spencer asked nerviously, as he defently fell on the „newly brought in“ status.
''Don't wurry about it to much; as long a you stay in this house and stick by your owners sides when going out, you'll be safe'' Claudette reasured while puting a hand on his shoulder in comfort.
''Hah, safe with a slasher? Now I know your holdin' off things from him'' Ace chuckled with a shake of his head.
''I'm not holding off anything, I really think he'll be safe for now, as Ghostface hasn't done anything yet-'' Claudette reasoned with a steady voice, but was inturapted.
''Because he was unconscious'' Ace emphosized with a serious glare of his eyes. ''You know those sick fucks enjoy us when we are fully awake to feel everything they do with us.''
''Not Ghostface, you know what he tried to do to Yui while she was owned by him'' Claudette reminded in a girm voice.
''It's Yui, he couldn't do her in any other way that would impact her!'' Ace brushed off with a shake of his head.
''Ghostface didn't have any other obsession before or after Yui, not in that way, and not one that didn't last a few weeks'' Claudette argued as she shifting her eyes towerds spencer worrfuly before sighing. ''Look, we can stand here and argue about this as much as we like, but it would be pointless, as weither I'm right or not, there isn't much we can do at this point''
''Exept maybe coddle him'' a deep, raspy female voice stated harshly.