Author's Note: Hey everybody so this is just another one of my random one-shots again since I usually am up to nothing much anyways. XD This is now my serious drabble to do in side from the humor OOC ones I do. Some I try to make as accurate as possible, others are a bit on the fanon slight fluff side, PINSTY, and some take place in moments at my fic.

Full Summary: Serious drabbles set in moments within or in between the Hellraiser franchise or my ficlets to it.

#1: AU to 'Hellseeker', set during the conversation. For the words never spoken, Pinhead taunts Kirsty to something both know is true.

The deal was set. And all was left as her simply exiting her presence as though it were as easy as that. The deal being done as soon as possible and hope to reach a new light within the currently dark life of Kirsty Cotton. Attempt to forget, ignore the nightmares, and keep her mouth shut from the others.

Unfortunately, this wasn't the case for her.

This wasn't the first time, and all those to dos written thoroughly through her mind were lessons learned from mistakes. She could never forget the haunting nightmares, of the four of them chasing after her and finally catching her in a dead end. The Channard Institute only increased these nightmares. Dreams of being trapped in the Inferno, the what if case of never escaping in time and being left to imagine the possible horrors, the faces of the Cenobites as once innocent humans, screaming her name in pain as she watches them die slowly and horribly and then Channard succeeded in taking hers and Tiffany's lives as well.

And yet she tried to talk. Spread the words which fell on arrogant, deaf ears that refused to listen and laughed in mock at her warnings. Some died because of that, and others just continued to live their lives in the normal fashion Kirsty envied so.

There were those who understood. Trevor was now the one who stood on the fine line of those true and those foolish, only being seen as only a cruel traitor. Having used her after all these years, so unfaithful when she placed all her trust and secrets within him.

Well- not all her secrets.

A master manipulator, with skillful hand at bargaining, and even after over a decade she wasn't even rusty. The memories of the deals between her and the pin headed Cenobite felt as though they occurred yesterday.

She knew his demon name. Unsure of how, but the mention of it came through a dream almost a year after the Channard Institute events. Yet never once did it slip through her name as they spoke in her pleas and the deal.

Feeling a slight temptation to smirk wickedly, the muscles by her lips twitched to doing so, but then felt at ease to calm herself. It wasn't as easy as that to simply fall out of love, but then again, the love she shared between Trevor was now probably fake anyways. There was never real emotions to it, only one sided from her blinded foolishness.

And besides, she was better than that. She had lectured this to herself countless times. She wasn't evil- I mean, she wasn't...she wasn't...

She wasn't like him. Not at all.

Somehow, as though able to feel her lurking shadow of taunts, and he grinned in the way Kirsty would've done so, giving the brunette woman's attention to focus towards him with impatience.

"Oh Kirsty my sweet child, I fear you're no longer as pure as you once were before." he cooed, whispering the words towards her directly.

Kirsty curled her fists, gritting her teeth to hold back her tongue. Maintaining a sharp glare, she refused to answer as he continued.

"All those years ago, neither you or I have forgotten. Clearly, you still remember of my humanity when I hadn't. Yet now, the goodness to it is slowly fading." he said, almost stating as a matter of factly.

Kirsty chose by then to reply in laughing mockingly.

"I'm not here to stand around and listen to this bullshit you bastard." she hissed, narrowing her deep brown eyes.

"Yet you're so willing- so eager to play right now in this own little game you and I have created, in the same matter." he replied.

"No more games. I'm sick and tired of all of this!...And you know that. And you know you'll never get what you want." Kirsty said lowly.

If he had eyebrows, one of would've been arched.

"Yet I give you what you want. Shouldn't we be fair to one another and settle the score. It's official for me to say that you owe me in many countless ways Kirsty, as well as your own life in rely to giving my own for you to escape...all those years ago...at the Channard Institute. Do you not remember?" he reminded to her, and at that moment Kirsty's face flinched in the pain of flooding memories.

"I remember every damn day through all the hellish nightmares- because of you! I was left to worry for ten years straight as to what would become of the little box, and believe me. I got myself a thought or two about tossing in by the lakeside or having it sit nce and toasty in my fireplace while I just get to kick back and smirk." Kirsty huffed, straightening and standing confidently.

"Yet your friend Tiffany never felt as eased, even after your loyalty in promising to keep her safe to exit the Inferno, Hell, the very sole place it all began." the pin headed Cenobite pointed out, mentioning the young, sun blond haired girl Kirsty hadn't spoken to for the longest time. They had lost contact after Tiffany journied to find her mother.

Almost in something similar to Kirsty hoping to find her father, but with a difference of Kirsty's goal being impossible.

"You're one a helluva an ass to bring up friendships. Speaking of which, whatever happened to your three little friends? Must've been easy for you to just toss them away and find replacements." Kirsty snapped back, making a light 'hmph' noise as she folded her arms.

"The bonded attachments to them became...unneccessary. Yet I assure you, they're here. Now, their presence well and still as eager to play with you Kirsty, as I." and with that, deep within the shadows of darkness behind him could Kirsty see three familiar shadows and the all too familiar noise of the clicks from the chattering one.

After a brief moment, the eerily silent pause as Kirsty stared blankly at the four as though to bring back memories, before he spoke again.

"Do not look at us as though we're different. Kirsty...you and I...are no different from one another." he whispered.

No.

Impossible.

Kirsty instantly snapped her head back up in fury at those...those...lies!

"You're a fucking monster! And if you even think for the slightest second I'll ever come to Hell just to be like you- then Channard must've fucked your brains up when he killed you all before!" she shrieked.

"Enough!" he roared calmly, eyes tense yet still impossibly calm. Though Kirsty took the slightest glance to notice the female cenobite with her pale blue eyes gleaming darkly at her, obviously tense and willing to kill her when given order.

"It is a part of your destiny Kirsty, you know it to be true. After all these years, after all you've become. You're not the sweet, innocent girl you were before- Daddy's girl certainly has fallen wicked." he breathed, cold breath following through. The place had indeed suddenly become deathly cold as though to add in effect for the mysterious environment Kirsty couldn't tell was either inside the Lament Box itself or an unfamiliar place of the Labyrinth itself.

"I would nev-" Kirsty started as he beat her to it.

"Yet here you are. Now. Offering in an exchange to murder five souls, your supposed loving husband included on this list." he chuckled.

"Trevor doesn't have a soul. He's nothing more than lying shit- he's no innocent than any of you." Kirsty defended.

"Nor as innocent as you. You know your way well around the Labyrinth, this is truly indeed something remarkable to Leviathan's sights- and my own." he said simply before quickly continuing.

"You cannot ignore it all Kirsty. You may have tried once and briefly succeeded but now there's no stopping it. You see it as clearly as I do. The Lament Box's teasings, my own lust for you, Leviathan, my own God, seeks favor to you in interest to being a Cenobite of high power...Don't you see it Kirsty?"

Kirsty was deathly quiet for the moment, knowing she couldn't shake her head and remain in denial to the facts he had pointed. It was true, there was something of whispers whenever she came near the Box, he himself had admitted to wanting her restlessly, and now it appeared the very God of Hell approved to her.

It simply couldn't be though.

And with that, she shook her head.

He laughed.

"Oh child, so nieve- none of that has changed even after these years. I see through your lies, and I know you see it as clearly as I know. You and I are no different from one another except for the line of humanity and Earth standing in my way to grabbing your soul...hmph." he stopped short suddenly.

"What?" Kirsty pressed, unable to help the suspensful curiosity of herself.

"You're so blinded by foolishness, you're still unaware of the fact your soul cries to me, that it wants this in your sub conscious. Only now, fully aware will you deny." he finished.

Immediately regretful of even asking to have heard that for a response, Kirsty was then startled by her own self- the moments she had been unaware of. Perhaps...

"Let us not argue, it shall only waste each other's time. Besides, don't you have five souls to bring to me?" he questioned.

Kirsty, finally accepted herself to smirk as wickedly as he had done so before.

"Oh believe me, I have some unsaid things left to say to Trevor personally, and you have your own ways of finishing my sentences...Xipe." Kirsty said, whispering his word for the last part to it.

He grinned in satisfactory, having known he had overcome her manipulation was now having things balanced his own way. That he was now the puppet master, controlling her in ways she was unaware of...for now. All that mattered was this was the perfect start for him to easily manipulate her mind, twist it into becoming like his own.

She was the very shadow image of him, a very thin line standing in their way. All it took was just a nudge, and soon she would fall as to being just like him.

Both were aware, with different reactions. His of eagerness, and hers of denial.

Kirsty turned, for just the only slightest second with her back turned as she heard his echoing laughter of a soft chuckle before he spoke in one final sentence.

"I will see you in Hell, Kirsty Cotton, when the time comes for you to join me willingly as by my side." he said.

And with that, she was gone.

What do you think? Just for a quick note, I said this was AU anyways- but Chatterer and Nikoletta were indeed ressurected twenty years after HR2 according to the comics, as it was mentioned in a conversation shared between Nikoletta and Xipe. (I didn't read the comic, I just looked on the Wiki. I guess she brought it up as to thanking him...I dunno.) It was never said if Butterball was or not, but I decided to bring him back just for the fun of an AU twist.

So...both Xipe and Kirsty know she's slowly falling into darkness. Hm...