First of all: I don't really like how most of this chapter turned out, but I needed it to introduce Chatterer's sweet problem. And I hate short chapters, soo...that's how it happened. XD
Then a warning: The italic paragraphs, where I explain Eva's story, could be slightly M rated (but I don't know, actually. I mentioned a few Lollipop Dance between her and Pinhead in the second one) and a bit depressing. If you don't like that (because you ship Pinhead and someone else, or whatever reason you may have...), just skip them, they're not THAT relevant to the story.
And another thing...correct my English. I don't have a beta-reader, and I should really find one...any volunteers?

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"I'm bored." Eva snorted, glancing at Pinhead. She was cleaning her hooks, trying to pass time.
They found an old apartment not too far from their victim's house. Judging from the dust and the smell, nobody used it in a long time.
The other Cenobite didn't move. He looked like a statue.
"How many hours until we can take that man?" she tried to scratch the dried blood on the longest hook, cursing the fact that her nails got all ripped away when she became a Cenobite. She tried to do it with a pair of small pliers, failing.
"Asking it every five minutes won't make time pass faster."
"I know." she stung her index finger with the hook to check how sharp it was "But if only we could do something else..." she brushed the finger on her dress to clean the drops of blood.
Pinhead didn't reply. She sighed.
"Like that stuff Butterball and the Twins are definitely doing in the other room, and they called "work meeting"." she tried to make it more clear, hoping to get a good response.
"I think certain acts should remain private. Exploring our sensations is better when nobody can disturb us." and he still didn't move a muscle.
"I know. But what else could I do? I want to go out, to look if there's some nice shop...and I can't do it!" she whined.
"You can wait. Patience is a virtue, they say."
"I don't think we're virtuous beings, Pinhead." she rolled her eyes.
"I never said that." the Cenobite finally looked at his girlfriend.
Eva collapsed on the table, as if she just fainted. He wanted her to be patient, but he wasn't making things easier.

When she was still human, Eva was a literature student with a huge love for puzzles. Not ugly, not beautiful, average height, blond hair, brown eyes. Apart from the fact that her nose was a bit weird because she fell when she was a kid, nothing that could make her different from the rest of the girls at the university.
Everything started when a guy sold her the Box, explaining her that it wasn't a simple wooden cube, and that only a few people managed to open it. He was selling it because he couldn't understand how to make it work.
She bought it, feeling a weird shiver of fascination. Even if that story wasn't true, that thing still looked beautiful.
After a couple of days, she finally got it. The Box started playing a soft music.
Eva looked at it, puzzled. The Box was heavy, so it was full...and she already tried shaking it...there wasn't room for a carillon inside.
Anyway, the more she tried to open it, the more she thought she was going to get crazy. The music kept playing, but that thing was a cube. It was a damn cube, that couldn't do anything else. The only thing she didn't try was the golden circle on the other side.
She tried to push it, but all her efforts were useless.
But she was sure. THAT was the key. It was...
She moved her finger on it, making small clockwise circles.
And then she heard a small click. There. Maybe there was some mechanism that could feel the movement...she had to admit that it was a really good puzzle.
Eva looked again. Suddenly the cube seemed different. She was sure the four vertical sides weren't cut...
She looked around, feeling a bit uneasy. It was suddenly cold, even if it was August. How...
When she tried to open it following the cuts, some weird electricity shocked her, making her throw away the Box.
And then it happened.
The walls. The blue light. The...the wall in front of her was opening.
He was...tall. She couldn't think of anything else, apart from the fact that he looked like the priest of some weird cult. How was the word?
"You opened the Box."
She yelled.
"Who...who are you?"
"We. Angels to some, demons to others."
Hierophant. That was the word. Well, it fitted. And how the hell was she thinking about THAT, while there was a man with nails in his head in her room? She definitely needed to redefine her priorities.
"W-we?" she stuttered.
"Cenobites. Explorers in the further regions of experience. We worship the God of Hunger and Flesh. And flesh is the only thing we want."
She begged and tried to make him go away. But he didn't move. When he exclaimed "Enough!", she swore that she was going to find other people for him. She didn't want to follow him, she still had her whole life to live...
"What makes you think that their flesh could interest me more than yours? You're so young, so tender..." with the tip of his knife he traced a line on her neck. When did he get so close?
She didn't even know why or how, but she persuaded him.
The rest of the period she spent on the Earth was a blur. She remembered Pinhead killing someone, she remembered having nightmares with him. Feeling trapped, caged.
And then hoping that he would take her. Because she couldn't bear it anymore. She felt like people started avoiding her, as if they could see the monster she was. And maybe she was right.
When she asked him to make it stop, he reminded her of the pact, that was still far from fulfilled. She cried that she couldn't do it anymore, and she was ready to give him anything he wanted.
"You keep begging for different things, Eva. Maybe you should finish your current duty, before asking for something else."

Eva glanced at him. How could someone be so cold? Even if now she was like him, she still couldn't understand.
She stood up and started walking around in the house. Butterball and the Twins seemed silent. Well, that was good. She remained shocked when she heard all the noise that sweaty ball of fat could make...

Between her and Pinhead things had been really different.
It happened when he started his job. He was piercing her belly with the hooks, and she didn't let out a single sound. Tears were falling from her eyes, but she felt like her throat had a plug that prevented her from making noise.
He kept staring at her. The only thing she said before he started had been "Don't hurt me, please...".
That was something new. He couldn't feel anything coming from her body, even if he knew she was in pain.
Actually, Eva thought that was a good way to impress him, after that "don't hurt me" gaffe...
The weirdest thing was that it worked only when she finally yelled. She exploded like a balloon full of air when a nail stings it.
Pinhead stared at her. Maybe in his eyes there was even a little bit of surprise.
"You have some fine flesh..." he whispered, while she kept sobbing.
"I wonder what else I can get from it..."
That had been the beginning. And Eva had been unable to see it until it became clear in front of her eyes, in the form of a really good-looking (and really naked) Pinhead, who didn't care at all about removing the hooks from her body, or about the fact that the white of the sheets made an amazing contrast with the red of the blood.
Obviously, for the whole time he had fun, he didn't make any noise. For a second Eva wondered (and she mentally slapped herself for it. Priorities. There was some amazing exemplary of male Cenobite in bed with her...how come she was still able to think?) if he was really feeling something, or he was just studying her body.

She bit her lips. Another good thing about being a Cenobite was that her sensations were both stronger but...softer, at the same time. She could distinguish the sensation of every single nerve in her body, but even the worst pain became bearable. It became something she could examine.
It felt like being a scientist in front of an experiment, but it was okay.

She was still walking around, when she noticed Chatterer sitting on the floor in a room (from the fustiness, probably a lumber-room), writing something on a piece of paper. Eva looked at him and smiled. He was in the dark, but he was still able to see. And he looked really concerned about it.
"How you doing?" she shrugged and smiled.
The Cenobite raised his head and stared at her for a second before looking back at the sheets and scribbling something in his childish handwriting. Then he gave it to Eva.
"Wait, I need some light...I don't have your cat eyes." she turned towards the door and finally managed to read the note.
"Fine, thank you. I'm writing a letter. A letter to?" she gave him back the paper.
He looked away.
"It's something you don't want me to know?" she asked.
He shook his head.
He looked like a child. Even if Female explained Eva that Chatterer WAS a kid when he opened the Box, she still didn't know how to deal with the situation. He was a shy boy in the body of a man, and that made him terribly cute (at least in Eva's opinion). And yes, Eva decided that she was going to treat him as a little brother.
"I won't force you." she tried to say, but he was already writing frantically.
When he finished, the sheet was full of mistakes and erased words.
"Wow, that's long...let me see...I'm trying to write a letter to Female, but I don't know what to tell her. I already tried telling her that...okay, where should I look now?" she showed him the note, don't knowing what she had to read.
Chatterer pointed at the words.
"...that I care a lot about her. I'm scared of her reaction, I don't want her to get mad. She's so beautiful, and she taught me everything. But I can't talk and I can't find the words." Eva looked away for a second. She wondered why such a nice being got his vocal cords cut, while Butterball still had the gift of word.
The male Cenobite tapped on the sheet with a gloved finger to draw her attention.
"Sorry, sorry...Maybe it's better if I don't tell her. She acts as a mother with me, and I don't want her to stop. You think I should keep writing the letter, or it's better if I stop?" the girl blinked. The Oedipus Complex-meter in her head just exploded. Actually, Female just scolded him when he did something wrong...she looked more like a nun that made bad kids kneel on chickpeas in kindergarten...oh, well...de gustibus. And the problem was different.
"No, you need to tell her. You need to tell her everything." she nodded.
Chatterer looked at her and raised his hands to ask "how?".
The young Cenobite remained thoughtful, until the epic (or so she thought...) idea popped in her mind.
"We can organize a date!" she exclaimed. Chatterer shook his hands, trying to make her understand that he didn't want others to hear.
She sat in front of him, on the floor, then she grabbed his arm and looked at him with a huge grin on her face.
"Me, you, Pinhead and Female. We can go to some club where people dress up as comic and movie characters, so nobody will notice us. There will be worse stuff. We grab a beer, we chat...sorry...I mean...okay, who cares. Anyway, we have some fun and then me and Pinhead return here because I feel tired. You and Female remain alone...how does it sound?" she winked.
Chatterer tilted his head to the side for a couple of seconds. Then he nodded.
"Relax. You're in the hands of a genius, Chatty."