Author Note: Hello, all. Many apologies for the massive delay on these updates. Both of us haven't had much time for editing or writing up new chapters at all. But hopefully soon we'll work into a routine and get brand new chapters written and posted. Three existing chapters are being edited right now, and should be coming your way soon. Till then, please enjoy, and don't forget to review. Let us know what you think. :D - LJ & Rurrlock
Chapter Four
Revenge is Sweet
Chucky was the first to arrive the following day at the club. Pushing open the heavy door, the doll peered into the room to see the place was spotless. Pinhead had obviously tidied the whole place from top to bottom before leaving for his domain. Chucky couldn't comprehend why Pinhead would go to such lengths to organise a place that wasn't even his own.
He looked over in the direction of the bar to see the Lament Configuration sitting there, awaiting an opportunity be opened. This time was Chucky's turn to open the box, to unseal the Schism between the realm of sensation, and Earth.
He and his buddy in crime, Freddy, spent many hours arguing with the Cenobite over why he didn't just stay fully in their world instead of constantly going back and forth between dimensions. Pinhead's reasoning was that the Labyrinth was his home. Although Ghostface once offered the idea of bunking with him, with Pinhead turning it down quickly, and even he wasn't allowed to stay at the club unless he paid rent...which would be hard to do considering he didn't exactly have a fully paid job.
Chucky sighed as his plastic fingers worked the intricate designs to disengage the three-dimensional puzzle.
"This fucking thing always reminds me of those Goddamn Rubix cubes," Chucky shuddered. "Except the Rubix cube doesn't have chains with hooks on the end that fly out and rip you to pieces when you solve it! Or a creepy old guy with pins in his head for that matter!" he grumbled to himself, suddenly becoming aware of a presence behind him.
"Well, well, if it isn't little Chucky! Aww, Chucky gets to be a big boy today and let Pinhead out of the box!" Freddy Krueger mocked him, his cackling tone mocking and child-like.
Chucky angrily whirled around to see the ever-burnt Dream Demon. "Screw you, you barbecued freak!" he shot back.
Freddy swaggered a little, smirking at the indignant doll. "What? No hug or kiss for Freddy? Oh, what a shame! What's the matter? Tiff made you sleep in the doghouse again? Or rather...the doll's house?" Freddy cackled mischievously.
Chucky spun round fiercely again, his plastic face contorted in terrible rage as he glared at Freddy. "Look, if ya don't shut that dry, crispy trap of yours, I'll shove this box up your well done ass! Got that?" the doll threatened.
It would seem nothing would wipe the gloating smirk from Freddy's crispy face. "Ha! You'd need a step ladder to do that, doll boy! Plus, I don't think Pinny would be very happy to see his only route out of Hell wedged between my butt cheeks!"
Chucky shook his head. "Ya think ya so Goddamn hilarious, don't ya?" he sneered, while Freddy stood with his arms folded, looking smug and full of himself.
"Well yes, I do!" he chirped mockingly while Chucky grudgingly turned his attention back to working the box in his plastic hands.
"Well I'm glad you do 'cuz the rest of us don't!" Chucky muttered under his breath whilst keeping focused on the puzzle box briefly. But it wasn't long before he paused and quickly turned to face Freddy. "Hang on! If you've been here before me, why didn't you open it?"
Freddy merely shrugged his shoulders. "Didn't feel like it!"
Chucky growled and resisted the urge to throw the box at his head; instead, he opted to show Freddy the middle finger. He finally finished solving the box and lay it down on the floor as it began to shift and configure. The two kept their distance as the corner wall cracked and split open, revealing a blinding bright light inside. Just in the distance, Chucky and Freddy could make out a figure coming toward them slowly...and lo and behold it was Pinhead.
As the elegant Cenobite stepped out of his dimension and into the club, the cracks came together and slammed shut, as if there was no crack to begin with.
Freddy did a mock bow to Pinhead as he drew closer. "Ah, oh gracious Prince of Pain. How may I be of assistance to you this fine day?" Freddy said in a sarcastic, mock British accent.
Pinhead narrowed his eyes, clearly displeased to see these two first thing in the morning. "Be silent, Frederick." he calmly commanded.
Freddy could not resist making a zipper-pulling notion to his lips.
"Frederick, your childish and distasteful sense of humour never ceases to repulse me." Pinhead said, sighing.
Freddy smirked at the Cenobite. "Well, that's maybe because you Ceno-whatsits don't have a sense of humour...a good one anyway. You just stand around doing nothing when you're not doing your sado-thingamajig. How boring!" Freddy exaggerated.
"I don't need to resort to egotistical, loutish and foolish behaviour to get by in my job." Pinhead said, his dark eyes rolling in his head.
Freddy threw his arms in the air and huffed loudly. "Whatever! You're still upset about what happened yesterday. Don't worry, PinBoy. I checked Twitter and Facebook, and your leaked photos haven't gone viral."
Pinhead turned on his heel sharply, his leather cassock swishing around his ankles and his eyes wide with fear as he stared questioningly toward Krueger. "You leaked photographs of me?!"
"Calm your pins! There were no photos. You didn't exactly give us much time before you scampered off like the miserable sourpuss you are."
The so-named Hell Priest breathed a heavy sigh of relief. It was bad enough every member of the club, as well as a few extra and Kirsty tagging along, saw every little detail of his body, it would be an absolute nightmare if he found himself the poster-boy for a new disastrous fashion line. He glared at Freddy, his fists balling with a quiet rage building up inside. "One of these days your downfall will be upon you, and I will take great pleasure in watching every last detail of your suffering."
Chucky toddled up and got between the two of them. "All right boys, that's enough bickering for one day! We come to this shit 'ole to chill out and play games, not to fight and talk trash between ourselves!"
Freddy and Pinhead looked over towards the doll bemusedly, with Freddy soon chuckling sardonically. "Since when did you become such a pacifist, Cabbage Patch?"
Pinhead turned to look at Freddy. "Charles is quite right, Frederick. We should not argue amongst ourselves. It's not very mature of us."
Freddy's amused chuckles soon turned into hysterical fits of mocking laughter. "Ya know what you're turning into, don't ya doll boy? You're turning into him!" he declared, pointing toward Pinhead. "You're becoming such a wise, pompous old misery guts! You two make such a lovely couple! Pinhead and Chucky sitting in a tree...K - I - S - S - I - N - G!"
To the doll and Cenobite's joint disgust, the fedora-wearing burned Dream Demon was soon in their faces as he sung that insulting ditty, dancing mockingly.
"That's not fucking funny, Krueger! It's just gross!" Chucky gagged.
"I quite agree, Charles." Pinhead added, inclining his hand, and with a silent command a hooked chain came flying out of the shadows and dug itself into Freddy's shoulder, digging deeply into his sweater and through to his burnt flesh, impaling him.
"Ooooow! Fuck me! What the hell!? I was only joking!" he whined.
Pinhead coolly walked over to Freddy and stood face to face with him. "Either you stop acting like a five year old child, or I'll summon more of my chains to tear you apart right now...like what I did to Kirsty Cotton's lecherous uncle many years ago. Do we have an understanding?"
Freddy winced. He had heard about what Pinhead had done to a man called Frank Cotton several years previously. He did not want to share in that fate. Grudgingly, Freddy nodded his head. "Yeah, sure PinBoy."
He was immediately released from the hooked chain with Pinhead's silent command. Green blood gushed from Freddy's wound, until he waved his hand over it and it was magically healed. Freddy then walked over to Chucky. "C'mon you plastic midget. Let's go to the steam room. My scar tissue could do with some much needed tender loving care."
As Freddy and Chucky headed for the steam room, Pinhead smirked to himself. He had not forgotten about the revenge plan he had in mind, and the steam room figured enormously in the plan. Freddy and Chucky had always used the steam room for an hour since joining the club, so that would give Pinhead enough time to set the plan in motion.
First item on the agenda was to get a hold of their adversaries and bring them to the club. Pinhead was really going to show them what real embarrassment was!
In the Steam Room...
"Ahh, that's the business!" Freddy murmured, fully immersed in relaxation.
It was quite ironic that Freddy Krueger, the man who was torched alive by a vengeful mob, would really enjoy the heat of a steam room. He always claimed that the steam somehow helped with his horrific burns.
"Yeah, I just love it here. Pinhead doesn't know what he's missing." Chucky added, nodding his head in agreement.
"Yeah, well Pinhead's a miserable prune face with pins in it! He doesn't know how to party like we do!" Freddy snorted.
Both of them chuckled in unison. "That guy wouldn't know a good time if it leapt up and bit him on the butt!" Chucky exclaimed in agreement, both of them now roaring with laughter.
"Yeah, like the time when he completely missed the point with charades! I was stood there for two freakin' hours trying to get him to figure out what fucking movie it was! How hard could it have been?" Freddy sniggered.
Chucky looked to the floor in thought. "Well, to be fair to Pinhead, charades probably isn't something they play in Hell..."
Freddy glared at him in annoyance. "Oh, I see what's going on here, shorty! I knew you'd stand up for Pinhead...he is your boyfriend after-all! You're just so in lurve with him! Oooh, just imagine your babies! They'd be tiny, 'ickle voodoo dolls!" he said in a high-pitched girly voice.
Chucky flipped Freddy the middle finger once again. "Okay, one...that's not even fucking possible! And two, I can promise you that Pinhead and I will never have any relation whatsoever! If that ever did happen, I would steak in the middle of Times Square for everyone to see. And three...fuck you man!" he grumbled.
Freddy smirked. "You say it's impossible for you and PinBoy to have kids, yet two dolls getting it on and getting knocked up..." Freddy shot back sarcastically, dissolving into giggles before continuing on. "...which somehow you and Tiff accomplished with no problems."
"Screw you, wise-ass!" Chucky mumbled, unable to come back on Freddy with that one.
Unbearable silence followed as the two sat with sour expressions and their arms folded. The mention of Tiffany and Chucky's...sex life reminded the doll of his kids, and that's when a sudden thought occurred to him. "You ever thought about having any?"
"Any what?"
"Kids?"
Freddy shot upwards and looked at Chucky with a look of surprise etched across his burnt features. "What?!"
"Just curious."
"Why are you curious?"
"Because I am!"
"Why?"
"Jesus H Christ, all I did was ask a fucking question!"
"A stupid question!"
"Who shoved a hot metal rod up your Kentucky Fried ass?"
Without another quip, Freddy turned away from Chucky and slouched back against the wall, folding his arms like a bratty little child. "I don't know. I've never thought about kids. Hell, I've never even thought about settling down."
"Yeah, would feel sorry for the woman stuck with you and your litter." Chucky remarked.
"You're pushing your luck dolly!" Not wanting to continue the conversation, Freddy reached over for a valve to increase the amount of steam in the room. Soon enough, the place was clouded, making it near impossible for either of them to see the ends of their noses, let alone each other.
While this ended their awkward conversation, it also didn't benefit them that they couldn't see the creeping chain reaching into the steam room, and slowly pulling the towels hanging from the rack outside.
It was some time before the alarm - which indicated that their hour in the steam room was up - sounded, much to the relief of Chucky and Freddy.
"Heh! Saved by the bell!" Chucky said, relieved.
Both of them got to their feet and walked over to the towel rack, but then they noticed something was amiss. "Hey, where are our towels?" Chucky exclaimed, looking at the empty towel rack.
"I don't know, maybe yours fell down the drain!" Freddy pointed out, chuckling.
"Fuck you, Krueger! That's not funny!" Chucky sneered. "Besides, yours is missing too, ya know! I wonder what happened to it? Well, I think personally that your towel has a mind of its own and it can't bear to be that close to your burnt ass so it got the hell outta here!" Chucky sniggered.
Freddy narrowed his eyes, and looked over at Chucky, snarling. "Yeah, yeah...har - har! Very funny! NOT!" he shot back.
Ignoring Freddy, Chucky turned his attention back over to the towel rack. "Well, I think maybe we left the towels outside. I mean, I could have sworn we brought them in, but it's possible they're outside. I'm going out there. Coming?"
Chucky began heading toward the door, but Freddy abruptly pulled him back by his ginger hair. "Are you nuts, doll boy! I'm not going out there with nothing on! Everyone will see!" he shouted.
Chucky shot him a bemused look. "What, are you scared, Fred? Are you afraid? Don't be such a pansy! Besides, I think Mikey and Jason will be too busy stabbin' each other to notice anything, Ghostface is probably too busy writing his next 'hit single', and Pincushion would probably be playing chess on the other side of the room with that Angelica chick again. No one will see."
Freddy put his eyes up. "It's ANGELIQUE, stupid! And that's not the point! I have my pride!" Freddy hollered.
"Pride in what? A burnt dick!" Chucky sniggered.
Freddy glared menacingly at the doll who was in hysterics. "At least I HAVE one! What do you have? Oh, I know...a plastic pimple!"
Chucky stopped laughing. "Ah, go suck it then, Kentucky Fried Penis!" he shot back.
Without warning, Chucky was abruptly kicked in his private area. He fell to the floor, clutching his tenderness in pain and his plastic eyes rolling into the back of his head. "No, I'd rather kick it, thanks very much!" Freddy said, laughing.
Chucky got off the floor, still holding onto his area and rolling his eyes. "Look, either sit in here forever, like the big coward you are, or come out with me now to get our towels. I'm no wuss! I'm going!"
Freddy reluctantly agreed to leave the room with Chucky, and turned the handle on the door to open it. Stepping out of the steam room, the two were not prepared for what awaited them.
"WHAT THE HELL!" Chucky squealed, quickly covering his midsection, with Freddy following on the same.
Much to their horror, they were noticed, in the worst possible way. Three very familiar people stood before them, sniggering along with Michael, Jason, Angelique, Ghostface and of course Pinhead who had a very self satisfied smirk plastered across his face.
Before the two could run back into the steam room in the hopes of hiding what little modesty they had, a chain snuck around them and pulled the handle of the door, closing it and locking it. Freddy and Chucky tried with all their effort to force the door open, but to no avail, and all it did was give the others a better view of their...Gluteus Maximus.
It was bad enough the members of the club had seen them, but it was the three other people with them that made this situation so much worse.
"Frederick,'' Pinhead spoke, trying to repress a chuckle. "I believe you are familiar with Nancy Thompson and Alice Johnson? And Charles, you are familiar with Andy Barclay?"
The now grown-up Andy couldn't contain his laughter upon seeing his arch-enemy in such a vulnerable position. "I never thought I'd say this, but you don't look so scary without your Good-Guy Doll accessories."
Chucky glared murderously at Pinhead. "I can't believe this is happening!" he squealed, tugging at his ginger hair.
"Ya know, smirky," Freddy snarled at Pinhead. "If you Cenobites actually went to sleep, like real proper sleep like everyone else, you'd be the first to suffer from a Freddy dream!"
Pinhead laughed outright at Freddy's threat. "Yes, yes, the old 'invade your dreams and slash you to ribbons in your sleep' threat! How predictable, Frederick!" he laughed.
Freddy folded his arms. "You won't be laughing when I take those stupid pins outta your stupid fat head and drive them into your eyes, you mutant porcupine!"
Much to Freddy's displeasure, Pinhead remained cool and unmoved by the threat, and then he smirked again.
Before the dream demon could mutter another taunt, Nancy Thompson moved forward, and gestured toward Freddy's private area. "So, it's not just your pug-ugly face that's all burnt up then, Fred?"
"See you in your dreams, bitch!" Freddy snarled.
"Will that be with or without your clothes?" Alice shot back.
Chucky couldn't help but crack up hysterically at Alice's jibe, so he got a clout on the head for his trouble from Freddy. "C'mon you, let's find our clothes!" he growled to the ex-killer doll.
With inaudible curses and grumbling, both Freddy and Chucky stomped over to where their clothes were hanging nearby and threw them on in top speed.
Nancy turned to Pinhead as the two irritated killers dressed themselves. "You were right, this was worth the bus fare."
Freddy stared evilly at Nancy and Alice. "Why the fuck did you have to invite those two bitches, PinBoy?"
"Well, you both seemed so obligated to make a complete fool of me in front of two former adversaries, so I felt naturally I had to return the compliment. Knowing how very 'fond' the both of you are of these people, I got into contact with them beforehand, and when I told them of my plan, they were only too happy to pay you a visit."
Chucky and Freddy shook their heads. "I can't believe ya still cryin' over that! It was just a joke, PINelope!" Chucky groaned.
"Hmm, a very childish joke, and one I did not share in your amusement over." Pinhead added.
Whilst the two were dying internally of such an embarrassing shame, the mortal enemies of Chucky and Freddy were having such a good laugh at their expense.
"I think we should come here more often, wouldn't you agree, Nancy? We can tease the shit out of him all the time then." Alice Johnson said, pointing at Freddy, who pegged her off.
Freddy could only snarl at them. No matter what kind of nightmare he could throw their way for the rest of their lives, they would never be able to let him live down this moment.
Andy Barclay, Chucky's nemesis, stepped further forward to the doll. The boy-turned-full adult was now a little over thirty years old, good looking and doing very well for himself. But it was clearly evident that Andy was still holding a grudge toward Chucky for basically ruining his childhood.
"I can't believe I was ever afraid of a little doll with a even littler prick!" Andy said, mocking Chucky - resulting in the whole room to collapse into fits of laughter.
Freddy leaned down to whisper to the doll. "Told ya so!"
Chucky ignored Freddy's comment and glared at the young man. "You better watch your back, Andy. You ain't got your mommy to protect you!"
Andy shrugged and sighed. "I don't need my mom to protect me from you! I sure as hell didn't need protection years back at the carnival! I kicked your plastic ass well and good!"
Andy and Chucky were in the centre of the room now, facing off. Well, Chucky was facing up and Andy was facing down! "You're never too old for the 'Hide the soul' game, Andy. Remember it? No? Let me refresh your memory. 'Ade Due Damballa'!" Chucky smirked, waving his arms about as he mocked Andy.
Andy flinched and swallowed hard; that old voodoo chant brought back some awkward memories.
"It is okay Mr Barclay," Pinhead said reassuringly. "Charles is strictly forbidden from transferring his soul into guests of this club. Aren't you, Charles?"
Chucky was beginning to feel frustrated with it all...being buck naked and humiliated in front of everyone. He tried so hard to keep his temper, which was as red as his hair. Balling his fists and his face contorting in rage, Chucky turned and jumped up toward the handle of the steam room, pulling it so hard he practically yanked it from the hinges, surprising everyone. He stormed inside, slamming the door behind him before unleashing a flurry of screams and insults. Although the door muffled most of the language, the group could still make out most of what was being screamed.
"Yikes!" Nancy observed.
Alice nodded. "I know. And we thought HE..." she pointed toward Freddy. "...was the foul mouthed one!"
Freddy glared at her, flicking his fingers knives at her dramatically. "I'm wishing you nice dreams tonight!"
Pinhead rolled his eyes, walking past everyone and over to the steam room door. "I will calm him down."
Ghostface raised his hand to garner Pinhead's attention. "Is that a good idea? You're kinda the reason he's angry."
"Charles will have his moment." Pinhead spoke confidently. "I'm sure he'll have calmed down before long."
'This is Chucky we're talking about.' Michael wrote.
Ignoring the warnings of the others, Pinhead opened the door and approached Chucky, who was still cursing like sailor whose life depended on the mount of colourful words he spoke.
"Calm down, Charles." he told him firmly.
"DON'T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN, YOU MOTHER-FU-!"
Pinhead sighed as he bent over and picked Chucky up.
"PUT ME THE HELL DOWN NOW, YOU WANT A PIECE OF THIS-!" Chucky yelled, thrashing about. Before Pinhead could even react, the doll practically leapt on Pinhead's face and begun biting and scratching like a wild animal. They wrestled for a bit, with Pinhead being caught completely off guard by Chucky's reaction and struggling to tear him from his face.
Freddy rubbed his hands delightfully. "Hey, this day might turn out to be fun after-all."
Being the closest ones, Andy, Nancy and Alice rushed over to try and pry Chucky from Pinhead's face, but the doll's grip was too strong. He was like a leech that refused to let go.
In the background, Ghostface began panicking. "Oh no, you know what this means? Soon Pinhead will have a little Chucky-looking alien burst forth from his chest!"
Angelique pinched the bridge of her nose and groaned heavily. "Will one of you two please slap this imbecile for me?"
Ghostface yelped as Michael and Jason both slapped him hard on the back of his head, nearly sending the shrouded figure flying forward.
"Thank you." she said.
It felt like this confrontation would go on forever, until a loud stomp was heard coming from the front door, followed by a demanding feminine voice. "Chucky!"
Immediately recognising the voice, Chucky ceased in his violent actions and gazed toward the door, along with everyone else. Standing before them was Chucky's wife, Tiffany, hands on her hips and her foot tapping the floor impatiently.
The doll gulped. "Hi, Tiff. What a surprise!" he said weakly.
"Don't you 'Hi Tiff' me!" she sneered with a foreboding tone.
Chucky threw his hands in the air. "But Tiff, they...I...he...they made fun of my dick!"
"What dick?" Freddy chuckled, unable to help himself.
That was all it took for Chucky to lose it again. "I'LL FUCKING GUT YA!" he yelled, leaping from Pinhead and now onto Freddy, raining blows on his face and chest with his tiny plastic fists.
"Ah, get it off! Get it off!" Freddy cried out as the two of them battled one another with taunts and bites. Although this time, few were willing to help out, as this kind of occurrence between the two was actually quite commonplace.
Ignoring Chucky, Tiffany drew closer to Pinhead. "I'm really sorry about all this, Pinhead."
Pinhead rubbed his sore face and attempted to fix some lopsided pins which was yanked out during his attempts to shrug off Chucky's attacks. "No need to worry. These things tend to happen when dealing with...those two."
"Well, good thing Kirsty and I were in the neighbourhood just now."
Pinhead froze in his tracks, his eyes widening. "Kirsty is with you?"
"Yep, she's just outside!"
"No I'm not!" a familiar voice called out, gaining everyone's attention. After a few moments of silence, Kirsty peered out from behind the door-frame of the main entrance before stepping fully into view shyly. "Hey everyone."
"Hello again!" Pinhead replied, maniacally rushing to fix his pins so he didn't look foolish in their haphazardness.
Kirsty smiled at him until she noticed Freddy and Chucky fighting in the corner of the room. "Are...they okay?"
Pinhead seemed almost lost in thought as his eyes fixed upon the brunette beauty walking toward him. "Hmm...? Oh yes, they'll be fine after a moment or two."
Tiffany forced a sinister glare her husband's way. "Oh no, he's not getting off that easy." She walked over to the two of them, showing no fear as they continued their brawl. With just a few steps between them, Chucky noticed her presence and stopped attacking Freddy. "Now, Chucky, are you gonna calm down and play nice?" she asked in a gentler tone.
Chucky sighed and jumped off of Freddy's face. "Yes, my sweetness!" he mumbled.
Tiffany smiled and patted him on the head. "That's a good boy." she said, then twirling round and heading in the direction of the women's toilets. "I'll be back out in a second, okay?" she called out to Kirsty, who nodded in response.
As he watched her walk away, Chucky glanced beside him to see Freddy making whipping motions with his arm. "WOOT-TISH!"
He sneered, but didn't fight back, not wanting to incur Tiffany's wrath.
While everyone in the room cracked up at Chucky's misfortune, Andy Barclay pointed to the device that was set up on the far table. "Hey, is that a karaoke player?" he asked.
Chucky looked over at Andy. "No, it's a pair of my underpants! Course it's a karaoke player, stupid! What of it?" he grunted.
Andy, Nancy and Alice all exchanged glances and smiled. "I think we should all have a go...ALL of us!" Nancy said, looking evilly at Chucky and Freddy, but especially at Freddy.
"Whoa! Hold on! You can't just come in here and start acting like you own the place!"
"You don't own the place either!" Alice pointed out.
"We come here more often. So it's technically our property over yours."
"There's a first for everything." Nancy shot back.
Freddy waved his arms in frustration. "Why not? Let's invite everyone to join the club. Hey, Mikey!? You've got a sister haven't ya? Why don't you bring here along too? And hockey-puck, how about your momma? Let's bring everyone to the club and have a fun time!" he yelled with a mixture of sarcasm and frustration, folding his arms and straightening himself up.
Jason tapped Nancy on the shoulder. 'He's just scared because of the last time he did karaoke.'
An intrigued smirk curled up on Nancy's lips. "Ooh, really? What hap-"
"Hey, shut up!" Freddy yelled, interrupting his nemesis. "I ain't scared of nothing!"
Alice grinned devilishly. "Judging by the way you're acting, I say you are scared. From this point, you'll be forever known as Chicken Krueger! Oh, I can just hear it now - 'One, two, the Chicken's running from you!' "Alice chanted, then she started making clucking sounds.
Freddy glared right through to Alice's soul, clinking his finger knives menacingly. Trying to ignore Alice's taunts, he glanced around the room to see if anything else would catch his interest, and of course to take the current emphasis from him. That was when he noticed Pinhead himself stealing glances in Kirsty's direction. The woman was oblivious as she waited for Tiffany to emerge from her bathroom break, and Pinhead was trying to be discreet about his stares. That was when the dream demon smelled yet another opportunity to get back at Pinhead for his very recent humiliation.
He let out an evil giggle and turned to a gloating Alice. "Okay, I'm game. But only if good ol' PinBoy has a go too!"
Pinhead turned his head so fast, ripping his gaze from Kirsty's direction, it was surprising he didn't break his neck. "What!?"
"You heard me, Hedgehog!" Freddy cackled. "You and me, karaoke showdown...until death of shame!"
Pinhead scoffed and attempted to hide any blushes when he felt Kirsty turning to look in his direction. "This is ludicrous."
"No, I don't think we have any of his songs on there." Ghostface interjected.
To which Angelique slapped him upside on the head this time.
Freddy approached Pinhead, smirking gleefully toward him. "What's wrong? You scared, PinBoy? You afraid that your singing will suck big time and you'll scare Kirsty away?"
Pinhead wanted to laugh in Freddy's face and turn the other way. After all, he didn't have to prove anything. But quickly glancing around the club to see the collected gathering of associates and guests were now watching with ever-mounting interest, including Kirsty, it wouldn't look good on him if he turned down a challenge like this, especially from Freddy of all people. And he especially didn't want to come across as weak-willed in front of Kirsty...Leviathan help him.
Besides, what more could Freddy do? They had both already embarrassed each other with pranks; they were even. Plus, the Cenobite figured with Freddy's over-confident and cocky attitude, he would make a fool of himself long before Pinhead ever could.
Boldly, his head held high and looking confident and ever so cool, Pinhead offered his hand to Freddy. "Very well."
Freddy smiled and accepted Pinhead's hand, shaking it firmly in his scarred grasp. "This'll be sweet! You turned down the chance to sing the other times we've had the Karaoke machine out. I've always wanted to hear you sing!"
Pinhead snorted. "The feeling is not mutual."
At that very moment, Tiffany finally exited from the bathroom. Once she saw Pinhead and Freddy across the room shaking hands with one another, her brow knotted confusedly. "Did I miss something?"
Kirsty smiled with great amusement as she looked at Tiffany. "Oh I think we might be staying here for a little while longer."
To Be Continued...
Coming soon...The aforementioned karaoke wager kicks off, but who's bad, and who's good? Find out in the next chapter. Hopefully that should come soon. It's going through some major editing. Thanks for reading.
