Cenobite Warrior: Holiday Specials
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but my OC characters. Any other characters, items or otherwise written in this fic belong to their creators. I would do a list, but that would take up the whole fic.
Note: Hi, Merry Christmas everyone. This was just a little idea I had literally the other day, and so I decided to do a little Cenobite Warrior Christmas Special. Hope that you all enjoy!
CHRISTMAS!
Buster: This is so exciting! Our first Christmas Special, and boy is it a good one, a re-telling of the Classic Christmas Carol! I really hope that we get the right amount of Christmas Spirit in this!
Rurrlock: Who cares? As long as I get lots of reviews and hits I'm happy!
Buster: Oh come on, surely you don't me that.
Rurrlock: No, I do. So what if I miss out on Christmas Spirit.
Buster: Uh oh, someone's got a case of Scroogeicus
Rurrlock: That's not a real disease
Buster: If that's true, let us see if this story can't cure you! On with the show!
A Cenobite Christmas Carol
A very wise man said something once; this man would turn into a cultural legend, he had many different names, he wore old red and white, had a white beard and sack full of presents...this man was Santa Claus, and the thing that he said to the world...
''IT'S CHRISTMAS!'' Buster yelled across the street, so loud that dogs started barking back and car's horns started to beep. There was nothing that this little boy loved more in the whole 365 day period than Christmas; a day that would bring joy and love to the world, not to mention a few presents, they could never hurt. All Christmas Eve he's been decorating not only his house, but every house on his street; looks like his Cenobite Powers were handy for something else other than fighting slashers.
And fighting slashers was something Buster promised not to do on Christmas; instead he sent off presents to all the villains that he's fought since he discovered his powers. He sent Ghostface, Ted Radford and Leslie Vernon new DVDs...Blu-ray DVDs. He sent Chucky a booster seat. He sent Fisherman bait for his fishing hook. He sent Jason a hockey stick to go with his mask. Hard to believe he would send present to his enemies, but it is Christmas after all.
Just as he was finished putting the finishing touches to the roof of his house; he could see his friends the greedy but sweet secret crush Lindsey, the lovable but dumb Zeke and the shy very religious Carrie walking over towards him ''Hey guys, I'm up here!'' He shouted.
''Did you decorate every house?'' Lindsey asked him.
''More or less...although I think Old man Jenkins's house could do with a bit more!'' He pointed towards a house that was literally shrouded in Christmas decorations. So bright in fact, aliens started landing thinking it was some kind of beacon ''On second thought, I think it's okay''.
''Buster, are you sure it's safe up there?'' Carrie asked. Just noticing how high Buster was.
''Of course. Why wouldn't I be?''
''What if it starts snowing?''
''Ha!'' Simon, Buster's selfish and lazy older brother, laughed as he came walking out of the house; sun hat and sun cream on, with a glass of cola in his hand ''Snow? The temperature has been in the high 20's early 30's Celsius for the past two weeks, this is summer weather. I doubt we're going to be getting a white Christmas this year!'
And just then, the temperature seemed to plummet; a cold breeze froze the cream on Simon's face and the cola in his glass cup. In an instant, the whole area is covered in a blanket of snow, burying the group where they were standing. After a few seconds, each of them managed to climb out from where they were.
Buster looked down at Simon ''Hey Simon, it snowed. Isn't this great!''
''And I was looking to get a tan'' Simon groaned.
Buster looked around him and saw the whole roof covered in snow ''Oh boy, looks like I've got more work to do'' He started walking on the roof ''I've got to clear this snow, otherwise Santa's never going to find the chimNEEEEYYYYY!'' And Buster found the chimney in the snow, but falling down it.
Buster landed at the bottom with a hard thud, and covered in soot; after a quick shake he managed to get it off him, and then he smelt something burning ''Yum, smells like someone's burning something pretty good'' And then he followed the trail of the burning smell, down towards his bum...where he was sitting on the coal ''Oh, it was just me'' He said with disappointment.
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''AH!'' He screamed and then ran around the house hoping to find any water, but all of it was frozen. He dashed outside and jumped into the layers of snow. Steam blinding anyone near him, until finally his but was flame free, and his made a large puddle where he was sitting ''You just gotta love Christmas!''
''I'll say'' Lindsey agreed as she sat down next to him, although not to close realising the puddle Buster had made melting the ice ''Any guy who goes around giving away free stuff to me is a friend of mine''.
''Speaking of that what did you put on your Christmas list?'' He asked.
''A Kangaroo''.
''Really?''
''With a huge pouch full of money'' She finished. It was normally a tradition for her to celebrate Christmas with Buster and his family, as her family was always busy or away on Christmas. Normally she would help out with Buster putting up the decorations and getting ready, but with his powers it looked as if he didn't need any help, but then she got a thought ''Hey Buster, are you sure you've put up all the decorations?''
''I think''.
''Lights?''
''Check''.
''Tree?''
''Check''.
''Stockings?''
''Check-a-Rooney''
''Mistletoe?'' She covered her mouth but too late, she had already said it.
''I don't think so, then again, I don't think we really need a mistletoe. Do we?'' He asked her.
''Oh no...of course not...no I don't even know why I mentioned that...um...'' She quickly turned her attention to Carrie ''So Carrie, what did you put down on your Christmas list?''
''I don't really celebrate Christmas in that way. My momma just believes it to be a time to celebrate the birth of our beloved Christ and remember his ways and teachings''.
''So you never did a list?'' Buster asked.
''As far as my momma knows...no. But I did one anyway, I just wrote down a couple of books that I wanted and a Selena Gomez CD''.
''Selena who?'' Zeke asked as he was making snow angels.
Buster jumped into snows with him and started to make more snow angels ''Hey Zeke, what did you put on your Christmas list?''
Zeke reached into his pocket and pulled out a torn piece of paper ''Some more paper to write on''.
Simon shivered and rubbed his arms ''I'll tell you what I wish for, to go inside and sit by the cosy fire, its freezing'' With that he ran inside the house to turn the fire on. The others then started to shake and shiver; it was so warm earlier that none of them had thought to bring winter clothes. They all made a quick rush inside hoping to get some of that warm fire as well...all except Buster, who for some reason couldn't feel the cold. Once again, probably down to Cenobite Powers.
''Ah...I love Christmas'' He stood up, and decided that was enough fun in the snow; he's got all day tomorrow to do that. He started walking back to the house, but then tripped on something in the snow, and landed on the ground face first. He picked himself back up and reached into the snow for what tripped him up, and when he pulled it out, he couldn't believe what he was holding. He quickly rushed back inside, sending the door flying across the room.
''GUYS, YOU'RE NEVER GOING TO BELIEVE THIS!'' HE screamed.
''You're married?'' Zeke said.
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''He could be''.
''No, look what I found in the snow!'' He showed the others the item in his hand; a golden cube with strange black markings on it, and a weird lure about it...the puzzle box of the Cenobites, the very thing that gave Buster his power.
''What is it?'' Lindsey asked.
''To quote from the author; this is the puzzle box of the Cenobites, the very thing that gave me my power!''
''Where was it?''
''Outside underneath all the snow!'
''Well now that you've found it, what do you propose we do?'' Simon asked.
''I don't know, but I found it!''
''So what?''
''I don't know, but I found it!''
''And what exactly does that gain?''
''I don't know, but I found it!''
''Right I'm heading to bed''.
''I don't know, but I...oh you didn't ask a question''.
Simon just ignored his little brother's stupidity, and walked upstairs to his room; Buster finding the box meant that trouble couldn't be far behind, and so this was Simon's cue to walk away while he still can. Leaving the others downstairs without a clue with what to do with this puzzle box now that they've actually got it; Buster did say he wasn't going to do no more fighting this Christmas, so he couldn't face Pinhead now.
He just placed it on the table and put a little tag on it 'Do not open till X-mas'
''Is that present for me?'' Zeke asked.
''No Zeke, inside that box is a force so evil and so powerful, even our wildest nightmares would have wild nightmares about it. I must now keep vigilante watch over this box, to make sure no one can open it and witness the horrors...''
''Eh, Buster...'' Lindsey interrupted ''Zeke's trying to open the box!''
''AH! NO ZEKE!'' He fired a chain that wrapped around the box, and he pulled it out of Zeke's hand and back into his own ''We must not open this box at any costs, or we would surely be doomed. And it's Christmas, I don't want Pinhead to come out and...'' And then Buster stopped mid-sentence, then it was like a light bulb appeared over his head and switched on brightly.
''Buster, we can't see!'' Lindsey said as she and the others were blinded by the light bulb over Buster's head.
''Oh sorry...'' He reached the switch and turn the light off ''I think I just had an idea'' With that he rushed over to his DVD collection; searching for whatever he was looking for, leaving the others full of curiosity at what he was trying to do. And then he turned around and showed the others an old VHS he had of 'Muppets Christmas Carol'.
''You want Pinhead to star in Muppets?'' Lindsey asked.
''No''.
''You want Pinhead to marry Miss Piggy?'' Carrie asked.
''No, it doesn't involve the Muppets!''
''You want Michael Caine to play Pinhead?'' Zeke asked.
''N...actually that's an interesting idea. But I was thinking more of Pinhead playing Ebenezer Scrooge!''
''What?'' The others asked with disbelief.
''Yeah, think about it. What a better way to help change someone's bad ways, than Charles Dickens style!''
''I don't know Buster; I mean he has been trying to kill you for ages. And how exactly are you going to do the whole three spirits thing anyway?''
''Oh don't you worry, all you need is a little Christmas spirit...and a Christmas song never hurt!'' Buster disappeared and from out of nowhere, the place lit up with lights and music started playing in the background. Buster than came back; a red Santa hat on his head, and a microphone in his hand.
''Christmas shaped up to be a wonderful holiday,
Not your normal average every day.
It seems like someone needs to see a good old Christmas tree,
If they could, it'd bring so much happiness to me.
The World feels like it's in loverly,
Some may just want to harm me bodily.
But this Christmas feels like the very best Christmas to me!
There'll be shopping, decorating, and plenty of snow,
Hey who's that under the mistletoe?
People seem a little more brotherly,
Giving special something's to you from me.
Even all the trash on Christmas it smells so sweetly.
This Christmas feels like the very best Christmas to me!
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da.
Some people go about all busy,
It's a shame that Christmas can't come immediately,
But doing all the hard work brings cheers to me.
Chestnuts roasting and burns in the third degree,
Today things are as good as they seem to be,
A star on top will complete all the scenery.
This Christmas feels like the very best Christmas to me,
This Christmas feels like the very best Christmas to me,
This Christmas feels like the very best Christmas to me!''
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''That was the worst song I've ever heard'' Simon called out from the top of the stairs.
It didn't take long for the box to suddenly change shape, going from cube into the shape of a star and the little circle on top opened up, revealing a bright light inside it, and playing a weird tune. The whole room started to shake. Lights began to flicker and many pictures cracked and fell from the walls. In a brilliant blue light that emerged from the wall, the leader of the Cenobites stood…Pinhead.
''The box, you opened it, I...hello? Anybody here?'' He asked as he looked around the room, no one was here. Well this was a first, Pinhead just stood in the centre of the room, not sure of what to do now. But the decorations the room amazed him, and made him grow curious. He's seen decorations like this before, a long time ago. But what do they mean? He then hears a noise, and turns to see Buster standing behind him dressed as a Sheppard.
''Behold, for I am the Ghost of Christmas...'' Chains then sprung out and struck Buster around his arms and legs ''Ow, hey I wasn't finished!''
''How foolish of you boy, to release me within your own home. And don't think that the disguise you wear would fool me!''
''I'm a Sheppard, it's common to wear this on Christmas!''
''Christmas? If I am not of God, what makes you think I would care about Christ?''
''Oh come on Pinhead, you surely must know about Christmas?''
Pinhead looked around again; taking in the sights of what was around him, everything aglow and so merry. And yet, although images like these would be quite distasteful to him, something about them brought about hidden memories ''I remember...sort of''.
As Pinhead looked around; Buster summoned a knife and cut himself down from all the chains that still clung to him ''Well that's why I'm here. As the Ghost of Christmas Past, I'm here to show you how you always use to celebrate Christmas and why you're so doubtful about remembering it''.
''No it's because changing into a Cenobite erases your memories''.
''No, something traumatic must have happened if you don't want to remember''.
''No, I really can't remember. That's what happens when you turn into a Cenobite!''
''Ha, then how come that didn't happen to me?'' Buster asked.
''Maybe that's because the author was too imbecilic to remember that whole plot point!''
(Rurrlock: Hey, I found the delete button. Maybe I can use it on characters I don't want in my story anymore!)
Pinhead sighed in frustration, it looked as if he was going to have to go along with whatever Buster had planned for him ''Fine, are you here to tell me about this Christmas, and how I use to be a part of it''.
''Not only that, but I promise it will make you think twice about your life and change you ways. And to start us off...'' Buster took in a deep breath ready to start his best Christmas song again.
Pinhead then spoke up ''You're not going to break out in a musical number are you?''
''Okay then I'll just skip it. Now, we are about to send you...Back to the Future...no, wait I mean back to the past!'' Just then the room began to shake even more; Pinhead tried to keep himself steady as items from all the shelves around started falling on top of him, some getting stuck in the pins on his head. Soon, the room faded away and transformed into a different surrounding, one of a black and white park.
''Why is everything black and white?'' Pinhead asked.
''It's easier for me to know the difference between past and present then''.
''You're the Ghost of Christ Past, you should know the difference!''
''Anyway, does that boy over there look familiar?'' Buster pointed towards a little boy, who was playing with some sticks and stones with his father sitting next to him reading his newspaper.
The little boy looks up to his dad ''Hey father, am I going to get good presents from Santa this year?''
''Of course not you silly little boy...'' The father spoke in a casual tone never looking away from his newspaper ''It's a well known fact that Santa Claus isn't real, and neither are cartoons or the Easter Bunny. In fact, I'm not even your real father'' Once he finished, he carried on reading leaving his little boy to cry.
''Wow, no wonder I don't want to remember my past'' Pinhead said staring shocked at the little boy.
''Yeah, that is a bit harsh...OH! Wait hold on a second, that's not you. That's you over there!'' Buster pointed to another little boy on the swings, slowly swinging back and forth. He was wearing little army cadet uniform, including the hat. Pinhead walked forward until he was within touching distance, his eyes wide and his breath still.
''Good Leviathan, that's me!'' He said watching the lonely little Elliot swing ''Hello?'' But the boy didn't look up.
''He can't hear you Pinhead, this is the past, we can't be seen or heard. Look, I could punch this little girl right here and nothing would happen''.
BAM! Buster's fist connected with the little girl's face sending her flying across the park screaming 'mommy!'
''Okay, moving on!'' Buster quickly said as the scenery faded and then took on another shape. From the looks of it, it looked like they were inside some kind of pub. Christmas decorations were up, and men were all around drinking to their heart's desire. One man at the bar however, wasn't enjoying himself as much; he just had a small drink in his hand, and watched as his friends partied.
''You always seemed to be alone!'' Buster said to Pinhead.
''I couldn't help myself. Seeing these barbarians act up over a simple day, I could never understand it. I always just thought better to ignore it rather than hate it''.
''Maybe we can move closer; they can't hear or see us, look...'' Buster turned around until he was facing a large seven foot bodybuilder ''I could punch this guy right here and...''
''Let's move!'' Pinhead quickly grabbed him and moved him further away from the huge man towards Elliot. The two of them sat down and watched as Elliot just sat and took little sips from his drink.
''Every Christ day was the same...'' Pinhead spoke ''Nothing changed''.
''One thing did'' Buster said. Pinhead looked at him confused, but then as Elliot put down his drink and walked away, he started to remember what happened afterwards. With all the chaos of partying going on, Elliot couldn't control himself as he stumbled onto someone.
''Oh, I apologies'' He stuttered to the person.
''Please, think nothing of it'' A woman, in her early 20's; blonde with a long silk dress. Her face so innocent and her eyes deep sea blue, Elliot was captivated in them ''You are Captain Spencer?'' She asked.
''I am!'' He said politely, as he took her hand and gently kissed on it ''And you might you be fair lady?''
''Ermentrude Williams''.
Buster tried his best not to laugh ''Ermentrude?'' Pinhead looking offended, slapped the Cenobite Warrior across the back of his head.
Elliot spoke again ''So what is a fair lady like yourself doing in this place''.
''Well, I was here with my brother. And he seems to be quite enjoying the party'' She said as she pointed towards a young soldier who was downing a barrel full of alcohol with all his friends around him shouting 'Jug, jug, jug, jug...'
''Despite the disruption it causes, Christmas is a wonderful time. Don't you agree Captain Spencer?''
''Actually...I never really celebrate Christmas. I was just here as a favour to my comrades''.
''Well aren't you a true gentleman'' Ermentrude spoke. And then all of a sudden, the whole scene started playing faster, like pressing the forward button on a remote to a film...that's pretty much what Buster was doing at the moment.
''What are you doing?'' Pinhead yelled.
''Skipping to the important bits, this is boring!'' He pressed the remote and it played on from there; Ermentrude and Elliot looked comfortable around each other, and the odd times they would be caught staring into each other's eyes.
''Would you like me to walk you home?'' Elliot offered.
''I would like that very much Captain Spencer'' She said taking his hand.
''Please, call me Elliot'' He finished as the two lovebirds walked out of the pub.
Pinhead turned to Buster, full of rage ''See, you skipped the whole scene!''
''But from the bits that we read, we could tell that something special was between you two''.
Pinhead remained silent for a bit, Buster had actually tongue twisted him on something. Ermentrude did bring something new to him, a new love for life and a love for Christmas ''She was unlike anyone I had every meet before. She was the second most beautiful person I'd ever laid my eyes on, the first person was me of course''.
''Let's skip to tonight and see how you two love birds got on'' The scenery around started fading into the next scene.
''Erm...I don't know if that's a good idea'' Pinhead said.
''Why not?'' And Buster got his answer when he and Pinhead saw the scene play out in front of them...in a bedroom in the middle of the night.
''OH...ELLIOT! OH YES...OH...YES LIKE THAT. JUST LIKE THAT, YES, YES, YES, I'M GONNA C...'' Buster quickly hit the pause button.
''Right...gotta keep the K+ rating. Let's try next Christmas'' The scene started changing again, but not much, it was still night and the same bedroom with a few decorations added up.
''THAT'S IT ELLIOT. TAKE ME, YES, OH THAT'S SO GOOD...'' Buster hit the pause button again and looked at Pinhead.
''What?''
''You two were like rabbits!''
''Oh come on, like you haven't tried!''
''I haven't, I'm only 16''.
''What exactly are you trying to find anyway?'' Pinhead asked wanting to get off the subject that was literally playing out right in front of them.
''The most important Christmas of your past...and I think I've got the right date'' The scenery changed, and this time it wasn't a bedroom. Quite the opposite, Buster and Pinhead soon found themselves on some kind of street. The weather was extremely hot; there were small houses and shops around, and chickens running about on the street. Whatever this place was, there weren't in Kansas anymore...nor were they ever.
''I know this place!'' Pinhead said taking in the sights around him. Everything from the smell, taste, feel, sound it was all familiar to him.
''Yeah, you're heart for...he, he Ermentrude he, he...was so strong, you decided to get her the best Christmas present ever!'' Buster pointed towards a little shop; inside it was Elliot sitting opposite some kind of sales person who was handing him the puzzle box ''Should have gone to specsavers'' Buster said.
''Now I remember, it was Christmas that I opened the box. I wanted to check to see if it was deficient, I wanted it to be perfect for her and it turned me into this...''
''But you wanted to give her something special, something from your heart, you wanted...''
''That box turned me into a monster, why are you showing me these? If anything, these flashbacks are making me hate Christmas!''
''This is my first Christmas Past Ghosting, I need a little practice'' From every corner of the street, chains erupted and wrapped around Buster, Pinhead forced the chains to tighten around the little boy. Crushing every part of him.
''This shows exactly why I should never celebrate Christmas!'' Pinhead said as he readied his special knife.
''It may seem like that, but you're not looking at the positives''.
''What are the positives to this?''
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''Hey look, Kirsty Cotton skydiving in a bikini!'' Buster pointed behind Pinhead.
''What? Where?'' Pinhead turned around, but instead of hoping to see what Buster said he saw, he was instead looking at Buster's living room. He turned around to find Buster gone, and he was actually back in Buster's living room, almost as if everything that he just saw didn't happen. A lot was going through Pinhead's mind right now, all the memories of his times with Ermentrude (although very few were different from the ones that will scar Buster for life); he actually never thought about what happened to her after he 'disappeared'.
And as he thought, he wondered if it really was the fault of Christmas? Christmas didn't stop him from actually visiting her, or at least sending her a postcard from the Labyrinth. Just then, Pinhead could hear the faint tune of the song Jingle Bells. Pinhead turned around and saw Zeke sitting on an armchair, wearing a Santa Claus suit and munching down on hotdogs.
''What are you doing?'' Pinhead asked.
''Why I'm the...err...'' Zeke then looked at the writing he wrote on his hand, so not to forget his role ''The Ghost of Christmas Present''.
''Another ghost? I could barely get past the first one''.
''Oh but I'm not like the first one I'm the...err...'' He looked at his writing again ''The Ghost of Christmas Present''.
''You already said that''.
''How do you know?'' Zeke asked sounding offended.
''Because you just said it!''
''Really, well I can't really remember. But that's expected, being the Ghost of Christmas Present I can only remember what's happening now, because I'm the Ghost of Christmas Present, and being the Ghost of Christmas Present I can only remember what's happening now, because I'm the Ghost of Christmas Present, being the Ghost of Christmas Present I can only remember what's happening now, because I'm the...''
''You're saying the same thing over and over!''
''How do you know?''
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''What exactly are you here to show me?'' Pinhead asked.
''Pinhead, you treat the 24 hours of Christmas just like you treat the other 8,736 hours of the year. Christmas is a special time, filled with love and cheer''.
''But there is no purpose for it; what is so special about it? Other than the fact it was Jesus Christ's birthday''.
''Wait? Jesus was born on Christmas?''
''YOU'RE A CHRISTMAS GHOST, YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT!'' Pinhead yelled.
''Because, I'm the Ghost of Christmas Present I can only remember what's happening now, because I'm the Ghost of Christmas Present...''
''Please don't start again''.
''Start what again?''
''LOOK ARE YOU HERE TO SHOW ME SOMETHING OR NOT!'' Pinhead shouted.
''Of course I am, what did you think I was useless or something?''
Pinhead didn't bother to answer that question. Zeke rose from his chair, he reached around and patted Pinhead on his shoulder and they walked towards the door. But when they opened it and stood outside, Pinhead realised they were still inside, except in someone else's house. Pinhead looked around, from the state of this place; the owners were not very rich; in fact their Christmas turkey looked more like a chick...still inside the egg.
A woman stood by the cooker, putting the finishing touches to the Christmas dinner, and as she turned around we could get a proper look at her face...Lindsey ''Sister Carrie, dinner time!''
And coming down the stairs was Carrie in a nun's costume, she looked paler and more fragile than before and she was limping down with a walking stick. He left leg didn't look in good shape at all, she could barely stand on it at all as she made her way down and sat at the table ''Bless you for this kind meal Lindsey!'' She coughed a little.
''Don't worry...there's...plenty to share'' She said as she placed down the dinner for her friend. Pinhead watched he was a little teary eyed at this; how could a meal like that satisfy her, it could barely satisfy a rat. He turned to Zeke to ask him questions, but was a little surprised when he found Zeke asleep on his feet.
''Hey, wake up!''
''Huh? What did I miss?'' Zeke groaned as he opened his eyes.
''What is this? Where are the parents to look after that poor girl?''
''Oh, Lindsey fired them!''
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''She fired her parents?''
''Yeah, something about a wage rise, I don't really know that was in the past''.
''But then it is her fault for putting this girl in such a poorly way!''
''No, I'm sorry to say this Pinhead. But it is you to blame for this''.
''No it really is her fault, what do I have to do with this?'' Pinhead asked.
But Zeke didn't answer his question, instead he said ''And this is true Christmas spirit. Offering her heart out, and acting not on her own selfish gain, but to the gain of with the very little this girl has, she is still helping the nun in her time of need''.
''But she should because it's her fault!''
''How do you know?'' Zeke asked sounded offended.
''Because you haven't told me what I have to do with this!''
''Hey, I'm only the Ghost of Christmas Present, I can only remember what's happening now, because...''
Pinhead grabbed him violently and held his knife to Zeke's face ''Say that one more time, and I will cut off your nose!''
''You're not allowed to do that, because I'm the...err...'' Zeke looked at the writing on his hand ''The Ghost of Christmas...''
''That's it, say bye-bye nose!'' Pinhead taunted as he drove his knife forward, but instead of hitting Zeke, he gets his knife stuck in a wall. As he tried to pull his knife out of the wall, he looked around to find himself standing in a pitch black room. After one final pull, he finally got his knife free; and as he turned he saw a tall figure standing there, wearing a large dark cloak.
Pinhead was actually intimidated by this ''And what are you supposed to be?''
The dark figure removed the hood over his head, revealing his face as he looked at himself with disbelief but above all...annoyance ''BUSTER! I'M NOT IN THIS STORY!'' Simon shouted.
Buster appeared beside Simon, still in his Sheppard costume ''Come on Simon, you're the Ghost of Christmas Future, you're the last and most important ghost in the story!''
''No, I'm not doing this. And nothing you can say will make me think otherwise!''
''What about if I mentioned fan girls and fan service?''
''What's that?'' Simon asked now interested.
''Yeah, this is the perfect opportunity for your girl fans to see you in leather!''
''Well, now that you mention it, this cape does send off a lustful image of the night''.
''Really? What kind of image?'' Buster asked.
''What? You started this conversation! Anyway, fine I'll do it. But don't expect me to do next year's one!''
''Thanks Simon!'' And with that, Buster disappeared; leaving Pinhead in the presence of Simon/Ghost of Christmas Future.
''So, I am the Ghost of Christ...''
''Christmas Future, I know the boy just said'' Pinhead cut in.
''Oh...well, I'm here to show you...''
''My future, it is in the name''.
''You know what, how about I just show you the future. Turn around'' Simon said not really caring how good of a job he was doing with this. Pinhead did as he was instructed, and was hit was shock and utter confusion at what he was now looking at. Even the Prince of Pain couldn't believe what he was seeing.
''What the hell is this?'' He asked believing Hell to be the right word to describe what he was seeing...on a little TV 'Hellraiser: Hellworld' was playing.
''That is your future!'' Simon said.
''No, no this is all wrong...'' Pinhead gasped watching what was happening ''They've turned my world into a virtual game? Drugs that make you see me and my comrades? Lance Henriksen playing an unnamed villain? And me killing someone without any explanation or sending their soul to Hell? This is not my world at all, this can't be my future! NO!'' He screamed as he continued watching the horror playing in front of him, and the clips just seemed to be getting worse by the second, this was too much for him ''Please, what do I have to do? How can I stop this from happening?''
''Change for the better or something, I don't know'' Simon mumbled.
''Yes, I promise. I'll change! I will honour Christmas in my heart, and try to keep it all the year. I will live in the Past, the Present, and the Future. The Spirits of all Three shall strive within me. I will not shut out the lessons that they teach. Oh, tell me I may sponge away the images on this TV!'' And as Pinhead continued, he felt as if he really was changing, like a new life was thrust upon him. A new way of looking at Christmas.
Angelique walked down the hallow hallways of the Labyrinth; her destination beyond the second door to the right, her target was a Cenobite that she's had her eyes on for quite some time. He swayed her body, getting it ready for the motion she plans to play out for her dear XipeTotec. She had a feeling today was the day, she took a deep breath, but wasn't nervous, she was actually brimming with confidence. She opened the door, walked in, and her jaw dropped to the ground at the sight before her.
Xipe's room was littered with Christmas decorations; a Christmas tree here and there with stacks on presents underneath each of them. Holly and stocking all chained up and again stacked with presents in them; but the sight that Angelique was finding most difficult to believe was XipeTotec himself...dressed as Santa Claus singing 'Deck the Halls'.
He finally noticed Angelique ''Ah, Princess. Merry Christmas!''
''Mer...Mer...Mer...Xipe what is this?''
Pinhead looked at her like she was mad ''This? Why it's Christmas Day!'' Pinhead shouted ''I haven't missed it. The Spirits have done it all in one night. They can do anything they like. Of course they can. Of course they can''.
''Of...course they...who? Xipe are you alright?'' Angelique asked.
''I've never felt better Princess, I feel as light as a cloud and as merry as...as...well merry as Merry Christmas!'' He yelled and then did a great Santa 'Ho, ho, ho!'
''It's not worth it!'' Angelique said to herself as she quickly rushed out of the room, but stopped dead in her tracks and turned ''Xipe have you put the mistletoe up yet?''
''Not yet!''
''Never mind then!'' She said and ran as fast as she could, needed to wash out her eyes because she might never forget the sight that just played out in front of her. Pinhead just continued with his decorating and singing 'Jingle Bells'.
''That was so much fun!'' Buster yelled as the group sat in the living room feasting on marshmallows by the fire.
''Yeah, I think I should get an Oscar nomination for my performance!'' Lindsey said with him.
''I gotta admit, that wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be!'' Simon said earning looks off everyone ''What? I can have a heart to!''
''No it's not that, it's just why are you still wearing you're ghost costume?'' Buster asked.
''Fan service!'' Was Simon's only reply, stretching his arms and trying to get comfy in his costume.
''And we really showed the Christmas spirit'' Carrie pointed out, and then tried not to laugh as she carried on ''But there's still one more Christmas tradition this fanfic let out''.
''Really? What's that?'' Lindsey asked. Carrie pointed above her and Buster's head, and Lindsey realised the two of them were sitting underneath a mistletoe. She tried her best not to blush, but she couldn't help herself. Her and Buster looked at eachother, and then they both felt numb, and forgot the reason why they were embarrassed in the first place. And just then, their heads were actually moving closer towards eachother; they closed their eyes as their lips were literally centimetres apart...
Zeke jumped up in-between them knocking them both back ''Hey, I got something else we could do!'' He shouted excitedly.
The door opened, shining a bit of light in the dark room. A tall figure walked in, shutting the door behind him, finally having the chance to relax, it hasn't been that long ago since he was 'working'. But it was nice that he had a long holiday to unwind before he had to worry himself with longer hours. He switched on the light, and Michael Myers was shocked as he looked around to see what had happened to his house.
All of his Halloween pumpkins were wearing Christmas hats; his trick or treat bags were filled with presents. And all of his kitchen knives were used as ornaments for a Christmas tree that stood in the middle of the room. Standing next to said Christmas tree, was Buster wearing his Sheppard costume.
''Behold, for I am the Ghost of Christmas...'' Michael stabbed him with his knife in the stomach ''Ow...why doesn't anybody give me the chance to finished?'' He asked to the others who were standing next to him, again in their Christmas Carol costumes.
''Maybe that's because no one likes it when some kid breaks into someone's house!'' Simon spat at Buster.
''I thought I was going to be the nun this time!'' Lindsey said to Carrie.
''I'm much better to portray a nun'' Carrie replied.
''What are we doing here?'' Zeke asked.
''This was your idea!'' The others said to him.
''How do you know?''
The End
Buster: Don't you agree that was great Rurrlock?
Rurrlock: I agree with Simon, that was the worse song I've ever heard.
Buster: You wrote it!
Rurrlock: You didn't sing it right!
Buster: This is a fanfic, how can you tell if I sung it right or not?
Rurrlock: Anyway it doesn't matter, now I have one more sucker that has increased my hit count. Soon I shall have more than anyone else on this website, and...
Buster: Oh that's what's wrong.
Rurrlock: What?
Buster: You're not switched to Christmas mood setting (Buster then flicks a switch on the back of Rurrlock's head; on the top it said Christmas mood, Buster flicked the dial from off to on. And Rurrlock was beaming with joy)
Rurrlock: IT'S CHRISTMAS!
Buster & Rurrlock: Christmas, Christmas time is here, time for joy and time for cheer!
Rurrlock: Well everyone, hoped that you liked the story, and that you have a Merry Christmas.
Buster: And next year we'll be back for another Christmas Special. I can't wait!
Rurrlock: We don't have to wait to long Buster.
Buster: Why's that.
Rurrlock: Because I'll be writing a Valentine's day and Halloween special as well next year!
Buster: I love you.
Rurrlock: I told you to stop saying that in public.
And so, Pinhead has learned to true spirit of Christmas. Not in the way we would normally, but he still learned that Christmas isn't about what you find under a tree, Christmas is about what you find in your heart. And so, we leave you, Merry Christmas everyone and a Happy New Year.