Chapter 3- Surprises and Bad Memories

"We do not remember days; we remember moments"- Cesare Pavese, The Burning Brand

The more that Jester dragged Blade by the arm, the more annoyed Blade became. He was almost at the point of wanting to cut off Jester's head when the two of them entered a small room, probably Carl's study. Everybody else was crowded around a small table staring in awe at the mysterious surprise.

"Better than ever, dad," Alex commented.

"Why did you wait so long to do this?" Carl asked.

"I don't know," Robert replied. "I've just been busy I guess. With caring for the other puppets and working on other experiments, I never got to doing it."

Blade curiosity had grown at this point. "Doing what?" he asked as he climbed up on the table. What he saw next shocked him.

It was Pinhead; his arm was completely intact again. Blade was amazed. With all of the work that Robert had been occupied with lately, Blade thought Robert would never get to working on Pinhead. Blade even considered working on Pinhead on his own, but he knew that if he screwed something up everybody would be after his ass. So all and all it was nice to see that Robert finally took the time to rebuild Pinhead, but something wasn't right.

"Why isn't he moving?" Blade asked.

"It's because we don't have everything unpacked yet," Robert answered. Blade face-palmed himself again for asking the stupid question.

Jester and Six Shooter were laughing at Blade's moment of stupidity. "And the bulb finally goes off for Blade!" Jester exclaimed in between laughs.

Blade turned to the two of them and did his version of a glare. "Shut up or I'll carve both of you up into firewood," he growled.

Robert gave Blade a light pat on the back. "Don't worry Blade," he said. "There's no such thing as a stupid person or a stupid puppet."

Jester attempted to get his opinion out. "But out of every stupid question I've heard—." Jester was cut off by a glare from Robert. "I'll shut up," he murmured.

Blade sighed and jumped off of the table. "It's not any of you guys that are getting to me," he said.

"Then what is getting to you?" Alex asked. "You seem kind of quiet. If it's about Pinhead—."

"It's not about Pinhead either," Blade said as he walked (or rather climbed) back up the stairs.

Jester and Six Shooter stared at each other for a few minutes and then nodded. "We think we know what's going on," Six Shooter said. "Jester and I will take care of it." The two of them climbed up the stairs only a couple of steps Blade.

The three puppets were soon up in the attic. Blade was acting a lot more frantic than usual. He just paced back and forth along the floor as Jester and Six Shooter stayed silent for a few minutes. Finally Jester spoke up. "What's wrong with you Blade?" he asked. "You're acting like more of a nut than usual."

"It's nothing major," Blade said. "Just looking back on things."

"Not again," Jester moaned. "You really need to stop doing that! You always go off the wall when you have flashbacks!"

"I can't help it," Blade growled. "It just happens."

"Hey, whatever you're looking back on, that was years ago," Six Shooter said. "You need to let go of the past."

Jester took over. "Let me quote what Dr. Magrew said about you," he said calmly. "You can just cut me off when I'm wrong about something."

Blade turned his head to Jester. "Don't you dare quote what that damn doctor wannabe said," Blade growled. "Besides, everything he said was a load of bullshit anyway. You know what, you can go ahead and quote, but be prepared to be cut off a lot."

Jester proceeded with his quoting. "He never tires—"

Blade immediately cut Jester off. "Bullshit right there," he said. "I'm always trying to get some form of rest, but usually Robert and Alex fuck that up when they're stomping about. You can get back to quoting now."

Jester cleared his throat and continued. "Never hungers—"

"Well maybe not for food," Blade said. "But I hunger for many other things, probably things you don't want to know about."

Jester continued with the quoting. "Knows no fear—"

"After what happened this morning I'm scared shitless of cows," Blade yelled.

Jester continued. "Tells no lies—"

"I tell lies all the time," Blade said. "Remember last month during Thanksgiving Alex asked me if she though her dress looked OK on her and I said she looked beautiful?"

"That was a lie?" Six Shooter asked.

"I thought it made her look too fat," Blade said. "Like an elephant."

"Can I get back to quoting please?" Jester asked.

Blade nodded. "You may continue."

Jester continued on. "Feels no pain—"

"Going back again to the cows," Blade said. "My face still hurts like hell from that kick."

Jester proceeded on. "Knows no secrets—"

"Well I can say he got that one right," Blade mumbled. "Nobody tells me any good secrets."

Jester continued to reminisce. "And what is man except a being at war with himself?"

"A being that can't get past his dick," Blade joked. Six Shooter laughed in response.

Jester ignored the joke and continued. "But not Blade—"

"Well that's another one I can say he got right," Blade said in a semi-calm tone of voice.

Jester continued onward. "He has no hidden motives—"

"I have lots of sick motives going on in my head nobody knows about," Blade snapped. "Like… let's say for example that I thought that Dr. Magrew's daughter Jane was attractive—"

"You thought Jane was attractive?" Six Shooter asked.

"No!" Blade said in frustration. "I'm just using that as an example. Anyway, let's say that's what happened. There would be a lot of sick thoughts going on in my head about what I would've done to her once I got her in the dark."

"Wait, what did you just say before about man wasn't able to get past there you-know-what's?" Six Shooter asked. "Practice what you preach!"

Blade was starting to get pissed at Six Shooter. "Look I don't need no—"

"Can I get back to quoting please?" Jester asked and yelled at the same time.

"Continue," Blade murmured.

Jester took a few deep breaths before continuing. "He has no secret self. He is purely and perfectly what he is. In fact, I think the world would be a better place if we were all like him."

"That's it?" Blade asked

Jester nodded. "That was the whole quote," he replied

Blade was lost for a few moments. "I'll have to think about the rest of that," he said. "I just wished I would've acted sooner."

"Acted sooner to what?" Jester asked.

"When Magrew was putting Tank's souls into the puppet Tank carved. If I would've just acted sooner, he'd still be alive."

"Now don't go getting yourself in a state," Six Shooter said. "You did all you could. That's what matters."

"I guess you're right," Blade sighed.

Robert soon came up and opened up the door. "Hey boys there's someone I'd like you to meet," he said. All three of the puppets scurried down the stairs, now curious. Who could this person be?

Author's End Note: Sorry I've been slow with updaiting! I've just been busy lately! (school, homework, chores ect. ect.) Also, no new pole this week, I've been too busy to come up with a new one! But, yes Pinhead is back! I hope to make him a major character in this story! So who can this new person be? You'll have to read the next chapter to find out! I do not own the "Puppet Master" series. All rights belong to Full Moon Features.

Author's End Note 2: I'm still looking for a beta for this story! If you're interested let me know through a review or a PM.

Author's End Note 3: If you have any song suggestions for future chapters, let me know through a review or a PM. I'll take just about anything (except country music *shudders*. Sorry, but when you get stuck with no good radio connection but a country station for five years, country gets sickening after a while.) Anyway, take care!