"Shit!" Jim yelped, and dropped the box on his foot. Upended, "Carrie" fell out of the box and rolled a few feet away, the skin of the mask flopping loosely against the concrete floor.
Jim ran his hand through his hair, sweating slightly. What is this place, and these things??, he thought. He picked up the head from where it had fallen, unconsciously straightening out the face on its stand.
The only thing to do was to steal one - "Carrie", probably - as proof. Proof of what, Jim didn't know, but there was no way anyone would believe him without something tangible to show them. Heck, Jim was standing here in a warehouse of skin suits, holding the face of his former roomate, and was very nearly not believing it himself!
There was a pile of large shopping bags dropped in the corner, from the
department store upstairs.
("Shop Smart! Shop S-Mart!" Jim gibbered to himself...)
Jim grabbed the top one and slipped "Carrie's head" inside, followed a
minute later by the rest of the Carrie-skin suit. That done, he looked
around quickly and...
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