Author's Note: Hey guys! Another fun filled chapter with hopefully more laughs than the last one! FINALLY we've got us Kirsty and Joey centric! And look, I know Joey is OOC or somewhat to it. EVERYONE is OOC! And besides, in Hellraiser 3 she was a bit cocky. In this, I've decided to make her more cocky. Oh, and BTW, for a friendship fluff sake- I decided that Doc DOESN'T get turned into a Cenobite AKA Camerahead. I know how much that broke Joey's heart to see her friend end up like that- so I won't add in any angst like that LOL.
The Spencer Family and Joey's Reporter Skills
"So then I turned and yelled 'Douche bag says what? !' and then he waved around and said-"
"Uh Joey? I didn't invite you over to hear a misadventure of you and another horrible boyfriend." Kirsty interrupted, having finally run out of patience for her light brown haired friend, who from the minute stepped into her house, couldn't quit babbling on her daily events in life.
Joanne 'Joey' Summerskill stopped, mouth still open from whatever word she was about to say next before quickly closing it, sitting straight up and relaxing from the couch seat she plopped herself on and nodded.
"Eh, sorry Cotton. He wasn't anything of luck. Hell, none of em are. Always a bunch of useless shit heads." Joey sighed, placing her head in her hands as her elbows rested on her lap. Kirsty stood sympatheticall at her boy troubled friend, knowing that when it came to a feisty, cocky woman like Joey- well. Honestly, she was unsure. Nobody really knew just what kind of a guy Joey wanted. There had been young kids, old timers, goths, punk rockers, shitheads, rich snobs, jocks, party goers, players, and every other type of guy out there Joey saw/dated/or became interested in.
None of them were worth it.
The brunette leaned in closer from her seat to rub Joey's back, smiling.
"Don't worry Joey. I know you'll find somebody out there, the perfect-"
"Cotton, I'm gonna have to stop you right there before you make this sound like a shitty Disney princess movie." Joey said suddenly, backing away wide eyed and disturbed.
"What do you have against Disney anyways, Joey?" Kirsty groaned, folding her arms and tapping her foot impatiently. Admittedly, Kirsty did want to get to the point as to why she even called over Joey at nearly half past midnight. You figured Joey would've figured out anyways from the mess of her house anyways- specifically speaking of the ruined nearby kitchen.
Today, Joey seemed to reveal a bit of an oblivious side, unless if she was tired. Whom in getting back to, had gazed down a bit tiredly before snapping her head awake and answering.
"Flying monkey, Cotton. Flying. Fucking. Monkeys." Joey responded, narrowing her crystal blue eyes.
The Wizard of Oz- a favored classic amongst many of young age and adults. But the specific, gray winged monkeys had always traumatized Joey from the very beginning- as far as to being serious to threatening a restraining order from apes and monkeys whenever she'd (rarely anyways for her busy job) go to the zoo.
"Joey? The Wizard of Oz isn't a Disney movie." Kirsty frowned, growing more impatient at this nonsense.
"Well neither was Fantasia yet look at all the dumbasses running around now!" the reporter defended, obviously on the edge.
An awkward pause set in before Kirsty seemed to suddenly chuckle, as though finally having figured out something. After a few moments of continous chuckles, Joey grew impatient and snapped.
"What? ! What the hell is so funny Cotton? !" she snapped, standing straight up out of her seat.
Kirsty quickly stopped giggling, looking up to Joey and smiling.
"I think you've got a crush. That's why you're so edgy right now." she accused, making Joey immediately flush and sit- rather slump back down in her seat.
"I..I..DO NOT." Joey retorted, obviously in the whole 'denial' idea. Though there was no other way to respond without Kirsty still grinning widely like a chesire cat.
"You're crazy Cotton! I don't like ANYBODY!" Joey continued to yell, and in which this pattern continued for a few brief moments or so before finally, the light brown haired reporter gave in.
"Fine. Call this stupid but...but I keep having...well dreams. About- this...handsome guy.." Joey stammered, muttering as she trailed before her crystal blue eyes loked straight back at Kirsty's deep brown ones, and narrowed in a flat glare.
"Cotton, I will pummel you if you tell ANYONE that!" Joey immediately hissed, jabbing a finger straight at Kirsty chest, as Kirsty shoved her hand away.
"I promise I won't tell anyone Joey. Besides, I think that's kinda cute. Reminds me of the Phantom of the Opera-"
"I said I was dreaming about a mysterious guy, not being stalked." Joey grumbled loudly, arms folded, body slouched, while her eyes were looking off in another direction to have not noticed Kirsty's unamused glare. When their eyes finally met, Joey sat straight back up quickly.
"Oh I'm sorry did you say something?" the light brown haired reporter asked in a bit of a quick, curious tone. Kirsty rolled her eyes and sighed.
"Look, Joey. It's late. I know you're tired and- well, so am I. But someone- or some people just broke into my house and it made it look like Hell. The cops I called were morons and...I'm not asking for you to put the guys on death penalty-"
"Damn." Joey obnoxiously said out loud, pouting her lip.
"Joey." Kirsty began in warning for a lecture before continuing. "Just help me catch this jackass. I already have it figured it's probably just some...I dunno...a teenager or a couple of teenage friends I suppose. Wild, crazy, kids." she shrugged.
"You're one to talk about teenagers. You say that like you're some old timer when you're like- what? Twenty two or something? You were probably wild and crazy." Joey chuckled in remark.
"Ooh. Yes. I went on a date with a guy once when I saw sixteen and came home five minutes late from my curfew. I'm SUCH a physcopathic, wild badass." Kirsty dryly remarked, waving her hands sarcasitcally. Honestly, being accused when commenting on the younger age was truly a pet peeve for Kirsty.
Joey leaned back, having learn to relax as she became slightly offended from Kirsty's remark.
"Hey geez! Calm down Cotton. I was joking 'round. Hey with your attitude I think you like someone." Joey teased, waggling her eyebrows in a playful, suggestive manner as she grinned. Joey had a habit of when people accused of her something, whether true or not, she found a way to use that very insult against them.
Kirsty wasn't amused, as she narrowed her eyes and opened her mouth to say something when she noticed her friend freeze up suddenly.
"Joey?" Kirsty slowly asked, leaning in to wave a hand in front of the classy but usually 87% of the time cocky reporter. However, there came no response as Joey's look turned skeptical, furrowing her delicate eyebrows while Kirsty swung over to see as well.
The nearby house next door, where recently a family of five had sold their house, had been giving off some strange commotion with the lights brightly light from the sight of even here in Kirsty's house.
"Since when did you get new neighbors?" Joey murmured softly, as Kirsty turned over, following the reporter's skeptical look.
"I didn't. You think someone's breaking in?" she solemnly asked as she watched Joey get up and out of her seat, walking towards the window to press her face for a better view.
"Into an empty house? What dumbass would do that?" the reporter snorted, rolling her crystal blue eyes.
"The same one that probably stole my journal." Kirsty said suddenly in a rather serious tone, getting up aswell to see through whatever Joey had found. But, neither woman was able to find anything, as they pulled away from the window and exchanged a glance.
"Should we call the police?" Kirsty asked curiously.
"Oh what then Cotton? Let those moronic dumbass twin cops take over the situation? Hell no!" Joey spat.
"Then what the hell do you want to do? !" Kirsty hissed back, waving her hands about. Honestly, sometime she and Joey truly could not get along despite being rather strangely close friends. After the murders occurring in her father's house, Kirsty had been swarmed by frantic reporters all buzzing about for answers. Joey and her kind cameraman, Doc Fisher, were good people, unique from the other reporters as they had been willing to at least give Kirsty some time and space.
So yes, despite the mixture of high attitude, snarky remarks, sarcasm and of such cocky grins, Joanne 'Joey' Summerskill could be a nice girl to Kirsty- whenever she felt like it.
But right now, it was a tad dysfunctional at the precise moment as Kirsty groaned, rubbing her temples stressfully. Pursing her lips to a thin line, she let out a crumpled sigh while Joey paced about the living room in quick thinking theories.
"This could make a story perhaps! Lemme just call Doc on over and then we can head over to the house-"
"Woah! Woah! Wait! You wanna go over to the house? Where there might be dangerous robbers so you can a fuckign exclusive interview? !" Kirsty gasped, in disbelief. She didn't mean to snap like that, she knew Joey didn't mean to necessarily be as foolish as to getting into that kind of easy danger and trouble- right?
"Joey, I'm sorry." Kirsty apologized, sighing tiredly as she lowered her head down. Unbeknown except having heard the clacking footsteps of Joey's high heeled boots, Joey lifted Kirsty's head up and smiled.
"It's okay kiddo. 'Sides, my epicly awesome reporter skills oughtta keep you safe!" Joey winked, grinning widely. She placed her hands on Kirsty's shoulders in what she hoped was comfort while Kirsty laughed and shook her head.
"Your reporter skills?" Kirsty arched a brow skeptically.
"Not just any 'reporter skills'. THE awesomely epicly cool and amazing reporter skills." the light brown haired girl grinned happily. After a long moment or so, with nothing spent but just a LOONG stare, Kirsty spoke first again:
"Suurrrrrrre. Anywho, the idea of breaking into the house seems like a bad idea. But-"
But nothing. Before Kirsty couldn't even finish her sentence, Joey grasped ahold of her small wrist and quickly pulled her along and straight out of her house to journey bravely, and incredibly stupidly, over towards the possibly dangerous house where 'burglars' inhabited the nearby house.
MEANWHILE
"Lemme know if this hurts." Chatterer said, and though despite being no real doctor or what so ever in experience for the medical treatments (Except if you wish to be humorous; Amputation under the guidance of Doctor Pinhead) had found the first aid kit somewhere left about in the kitchen of this rather comfy, homey place. It almost reminded him of...
Shaking his head he glanced over to a slightly tensed Nikoletta, who perched herself on the kitchen table with her bleeding arm outstretched for him to treat. He knew she trusted him as a friend ofcourse, but...still...can't help but worry.
'Does it hurts? !' he gasped sudenly, acting panic stricken while in between the nearby chaos left ignored of Angelique's screams of discovering a rat in the bathroom, Butterball's mental trauamatization over being chased by the revenge wanting dog Killer, and Pinhead growling lowly over once again being interrupted by his 'evil moment'.
"I'm fine." Nikoletta said simply, calm and otherwise not at all finching or anything as she watch him carefully wrap her arm in a tight but comfortable bandage cast. There had been worse injuries...no literally if you wanted to go over details of all the nonsense S&M chaos of when having to become a Cenobite or over the main injury fact she had an exposed larynx. One in which the one of the cops from before accused her of cutting herself.
Which was offensive. The Cenobites were 'demons to some', or 'angels to others' who only simply were explorers in the further regins of pain and pleasure.
They don't freakin' cut themselves! GOSH!
'Nikki?' Chatterer's voice startled Nikoletta a bit, as she turned her attention back to the telepathic Cenobite who was finished- rather had been for the past minute or so.
"Oh..yes. Thanks." she smiled, rather smiled brightly at him as they remained in a brief stare before she flushed and turned her head away a bit. Which for Chatterer was a bit of shame. He liked her smile, he thought anyways that 'She's got a pretty smile.'
"I heard that." Nikoletta giggled softly, as Chatterer jumped in embarassment from that, nearly crashing against the oven at the sudden, rare clumsiness of him.
'Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! I..um...yeah. Should probably go and uh..sorry you..heh heh...heard that and all..uh sorry!' he stuttered and stammered in a nervous apology. She, on the other hand, laughed in childish amusement softly, opening her mouth to say something as it was cut off by the sound of glass or perhaps a lamp crashing.
"ANGELIQUE! ! !" Pinhead roared from across the room, as he marched across in search for her through the kitchen and other rooms in his human disguise as Elliot Spencer, grumbling about the stupidity to be fearful of a rat.
In which, a gray, dirty, plump little rat ran across the kitchen, squeeling and squeaking about in such a scurry to escape the shrieking wrath of the princess. Pinhead quickly caught sight of this and immediately paled at the sight, gasping as he quickly leaned against the kitchen table and desperately tried to jump on the nearby countertop.
"UGH! GET IT AWAY! GET IT AWAY! VANISH IT'S PRESENCE IMMEDIATELY!" Pinhead bellowed loudly at the top of his lungs, obviously preparing to fire chains once again at another being in such a moment of being too quick to judge.
Besides, what was there to worry? He wasn't being distracted in fear or blinded by sprinklers to be off in his aiming...right?
'Watch out!' Chatterer said suddenly, dodging another misfired chain that nearly hit him, and grabbing Nikoletta into his arms and quickly out of the way of another chain that came close to hitting her.
"GOD DAMN THIS DISGUSTING BEING! How dare he mock me and my aiming!" Pinhead growled, but still timidly frightened to get down on the floor and have a showdown against the squeaking rat that strangely stopped about the floor, sniffing curiously for any source of food.
"I thought we don't worship God!" called Butterball from the living room, no longer curled up in the nearby corner to it in panic stricken flashbacks of KIller.
"WOOF!" was all that came of Pinhead's reply, which even to me personally was a poor impression of a dog barking. Rather it was given in by weak effort, yet enough to scare the shit out of poor Butterball who yelped in fear that Killer had busted through the door. Our obese friend was last seen racing up the stairs, with the sound of a door slamming and being locked tight.
"Master do something!" Nikoletta screeched, unknowingly finding herself gripping and leaning closely to Chatterer, who still held her, while the two backed against the other nearby kitchen corner. They weren't afraid of the rat...no not at all, they could care anyless about it.
They were afraid of Pinhead's strange inaccuracy to aim suddenly with his chains and fearful of being the ones hit instead. I don't blame them.
Suddenly, Angelique came charging through, this time being fully prepared with a knife she had found...somewhere...charging through and after the rat, causing the furry being to run straight up the stairs while Angelique restlessly pursued it.
"Don't worry Xipe! I shall eliminate the pity worthless being!" the princess announced confidently as she rushed after it.
After a few awkward moments, the three Cenobites in the kitchen seemed to relax in at least the relief they were safe from the rat...well that went to Pinhead, but for the other two they were safe from Pinhead alone.
In which speaking of Pinhead, our demon-in-disguise, had relaxened but not quite enough. So, he decided simply to explore about what would be for now their residence on Earth, heading straight back towards the lovely living room, and about to retire on the couch when a peculiar sight caught his eye by the nearby window.
Two women, either acting like energetic fools attempting or attempting to horribly disguise themselves, heading towards this house to be specific. Pinhead- rather 'Elliot' at the moment in the disguise, narrowed his eyes for a good look.
The first woman, the more seemingly energetic one that was attempting to either hide herself and her friend poorly or was hyper, had light brown or blond hair, and from what he could distinctively guess were blueish eyes. Admittedly, there was a part of him- the often ignored humanised side of him that was the true spiritual form of Elliot Spencer, that felt sudden strong attractiveness to this woman.
But the other woman, oh how she truly caught Pinhead's eyes. A lovely woman indeed even from a farther distance of being able to catch the details of. But it easy for him to tell this was a woman of pale skin, and tangles of wavy, curly dark chocolate brown hair, and from what if he squinted his eyes could tell was possibly uniquely deep brown eyes. Or..something of that line.
Either or- this woman was beautiful. Drop dead gorgeous of such simple beauty that truly had found Pinhead frozen in stare for a few moments or so when suddenly an image last through his mind.
A bra.
Not just any bra.
The god damn bra of Kirsty Cotton he had accidentally picked up when he and the others had broken into her hous-
Wait a minute.
That beautiful woman...was Kirsty Cotton!
WHO WAS HEADING STRAIGHT OVER TO HIS HOUSE! ! !
"In the name of Labyrinth! Augh why on such short notice!" Pinhead cussed, growling in frustration as admittedly he could still feel tingles and a shudder of a fluttering heart beat from him inside.
"TROOP! Emergency meeting NOW!" he bellowed, though desperately tried not to be so loud as to cause attention from the two approaching women that could reach his door at any given moment.
Immediately coming down the stairs was Butterball, who nearly fell as from stumbling about too quickly. Behind him was a bloodied Angelique, though that wasn't her blood at all, as she had a hammer tightly close in her right hand.
"Don't ask. I do not wish to inform." the princess muttered, wiping away some of the blood on her cheek
Obviously the rat had been terminated personally by our violent princess.
Chatterer and Nikoletta in the meanwhile, had been in a pause, as she had let herself rest on him while he still held her for the moment that seemed to last- when Pinhead had called for them. Immediately, Nikoleta opened her eyes and looked back up to Chatterer, flushing as he let her down to her feet. And without a moment to waste did they quickly rush over immediately to their Master in the living room.
"Yeah Master?" Chatterer casually asked when approaching the room.
Though of course, all four Cenobites quickly took notice of how Pinhead was within his human disguise. Though, strangely, the four did nothing as Pinhead groaned and slapped his forehead.
"Get in your human disguises you morons!" he hissed in a low whisper, as suddenly there came to be a knock at the door.
'Don't knock on the door stupid!'
'I'm trying to be polite! Joey, I don't think-'
'SHH!'
'Augh, screw you. Hello? Anybody there?'
Two lovely voices of two women sang, obviously from Pinhead's witness and the Cenobites memories of it being none other than Kirsty Cotton. Though the other voice, the blond woman Pinhead had seen, was unfamiliar.
Though without another moment to lose were the Cenobites immediately reverted quickly in a flash to their human forms.
"Excellent. From here on out this is our alternative disguise. No time to explain. Here are your aliases! I am the 'father' of this, the Spencer family. Butterball, from here on out you are Laslo Spencer. My jobless, lazy, humorous brother." Pinhead- rather now for the moment 'Elliot' turned to say to Butterball- er- Laslo.
At first, Laslo seemed rather offended, but then grinned.
"Ookie dookie!" he chirped while Angelique, oh how the princess held such a high hope to being addressed as the 'wife' of Xipe Totec. Such a dreaming obsession she had indeed...
"Angelique, you were as the mother of the Spencer family." Elliot whispered to her, as she resisted eagerily shrieking in joy and bouning about to taunt the others despite there being no true reason or anything to gain from.
"Chatterer...rather in the form of your human name William now, you are my ten year old son. Nikoletta, you are my sixteen year old daughter." he simply concluded. Chatterer/William didn't have a problem, but boy did Nikoletta have a problem!
"Sixteen?" the Female Cenobite inquired, in her human form easily able to arch a brow skeptically as she placed her hands on her hips. In the meanwhile, there came another knock from the door as Elliot groaned.
"YES! Is there a problem?" he moaned, while in the background could there be heard of a wicked, low whisper sniggering- most likely Angelique. Though it's pretty obvious to figure. I don't really think any of you would imagine Butterball of all people suddenly making fun of Nikoletta.
"Indeed...Daddy. I was TWENTY THREE when I opened the box!" she stamped her foot, frowning unsatisfied. Though unable to resist calling Elliot 'Daddy', did she grin mischieviously for a brief second.
"Well, as of now, my daughter, you are officially the age of sixteen in this human alias. And as for your status...grounded for talking back to me." Elliot grinned, as Nikoletta flushed a beet red. Obviously angered, she was about to say something as William grasped her hand- as she had done to him before back at Kirsty's house- and strongly shook his head not to argue. She sighed, but nodded in content as another knock followed.
"Coming!" Elliot brightly said, attempting to sound charming as he speedily approached the door and opened it to the sight indeed of Kirsty Cotton and this blond woman.
Perfect...he evilly thought to himself.
"Hello there madams. How may I be of assistance?" he questioned curiously.
Before Kirsty could even speak, the blond woman quickly stepped forward, not quite shoving Kirsty aside but most certainly taking a bold step towards Elliot- though, there was something about the woman, despite being seemingly bold, she was rather hesitant.
'My God, he looks like the guy from my dreams!' Joey gasped to herself in her thoughts, her thumping as she cleared her throat and narrowed her eyes bravely.
"Hi, Joanne Summerskill. Call me Joey. Anyways, love to stay and chat but let's get to the point. What the HELL are you people doing here at around midnight causing all this damn racket? !" the blond woman- Joey hissed, as Kirsty gently grasped ahold of her and moved her to the side, almost rather entranced in surprise at the kindly sight of Elliot as she stepped forward and finally spoke.
"Sorry, what my friend here is trying to say is we wondering what was going on. I was worried at first there was a break in...since...well I was robbed earlier before-"
"Aw you poor thing!" came the seductive sounding, yet false coo of sympathy from a voluptous woman that approached the door and seemed rather...all touchy to the man at the door. And neither did Joey or Kirsty seem to secretly, honestly like it as they hide their emotions.
"Forgive me and my family for such our rudeness. I did not mean to awaken you fine women at this hour. I am Elliot Spencer, you?" Elliot outstretched his hand, smiling warmly at Kirsty- but ignoring Joey for the most part.
Kirsty smiled warmly back, shaking his hand in a nice greeting.
"I'm Kirsty Cotton. I live next door actually." she introduced herself as Kirsty took notice to the three entering in towards the door from the background. Elliot noticed Kirsty's gaze and quickly turned over and chuckled.
"Ah, this man over here is none other than my own brother, Laslo Spencer." Elliot added, pulling over Laslo and bringing him aside to meet Kirsty.
"Uh...s'up." Laslo nodded, a bit uncomfortable to being dragged in at last minute and still tense as to whether or not Killer would jump out suddenly, somehow recognize him from his human alter ego, and still try to...well...kill him.
Elliot seemed a bit embarassed by his 'brother's' actions, but ignored as he pulled aside the beautiful girl and young boy to the door.
"And these...well this boy here is ten year old William Spencer...he's my...erm good boy SON here." he awkwardly said the word 'son' as though it was the first time he ever called him that- oh wait a minute. It was. But anyways, Elliot relaxened as he introduced the curious yet kindly faced girl.
"And this here is my sixteen year old daughter, Nikoletta Spencer." he introduced as Kirsty outstretched her hand for Elliot's 'daughter' to shake hands with.
"Nice to meet you Nikoletta." Kirsty smiled.
"Uh..call me Nikki is you wish." Nikoletta softly smiled, and to the honest opinion of how nice Kirsty seemed when suddenly-
"Uh Nikoletta is currently grounded." Elliot said, making Nikoletta stop dead and widened her eyes.
"And it's past William's bed time." he also added, making William jump a bit. The two 'children' glared at their 'father', as Elliot simply stared back.
"Oh...yeah. Don't cha just hate that?" Kirsty smiled, while Joey rolled her eyes, bored from being ignored as Nikoletta played along and nodded.
"Yes. My father is...a...pain in the ass!" Nikoletta squeaked in a happy giggle, grasping ahold of William suddenly as the two 'children' rushed off towards upstairs to hide from Elliot's wrath.
Elliot, on the other hand, didn't seem too offended. Honestly, the better in character to seeming like a normal family, the better. Though he was going to have remember the whole 'pain in the ass' later on to use against her.
"Ha ha. Kids are in trouble." Laslo chuckled, while Elliot turned to him and narrowed his eyes.
"Don't you have to find yourself a job, brother?" Elliot questioned, as Laslo moaned a long 'Aaawww', sulking his shoulders and slumping up the stairs.
Afterwards, Angelique smiled in a purr to Elliot as she strutted away towards the stair.
"Call me if my presence is needed Elliot." she purred seductively and sensually as she then rushed smoothly up the stairs.
After a brief pause or so, Elliot turned his attention towards Kirsty and- wait. Joey had stormed off, muttering she was tired and would see Kirsty tomorrow, whilst Kirsty had remained to stay.
"Uh...kids." Elliot said, in an effort to ease the awkwardness as Kirsty smiled.
"Don't have any, not yet. But they seem sweet." she smiled.
"When you aren't alone." Elliot added, as they both shared a nice chuckle, and then rather a good stare for the briefest time. In honesty, there was something about it, something strange and indescribable that just had to remain in that stare before Kirsty cleared her throat and ran a hand through her thick hair.
"So...uh..anyways. It's late. I guess you and your family just moved here and are really tired so, I'll just go." Kirsty started off to leave when Elliot grasped ahold of her wrist- makign both hearts stop for a moment.
"Wait. No!" Elliot said, as Kirsty turned around, a bit startled but curious.
"Wait?" she repeated.
"Perhaps we could tomorrow? You and I...with ym family ofcourse!" Elliot blurted out quickly as Kirsty smiled brightly.
"Sure. I'd love that. It was nice meeting you Elliot, and I..uh..I'll see you tomorrow." and with that, the beautiful woman quietly started her way home.
Elliot's warm smile seemed to last as he slowly, chuckling to finally have his 'evil moment'. But then he stopped suddenly and said-
"I AM NOT A PAIN IN THE ASS! ! ! !"
All that came in reply was a mischievious, quieted erupter of laughter shared between the two 'children' of Elliot who hid somewhere upstairs.
Elliot sighed, knowing this was gonna take some serious getting used to.
That, and the fact it was most likely going to be the most awkward night of his life to share a bed with- Angelique!
He gulped, as he sighed tiredly and walked up the stairs, feeling suddenly as though he should be quite protective of himself- and tense and to be aware.
What a long night this was going to be...
Ha ha! So now for a daytime alter ego the Cenobites are a family! Daaww! I gave y'all a Pinsty snippet! And a hint to Joey/Elliot is you squinted. There is the human part of Elliot- and don't worry, everyone gets something happy and all good. You'll see! But it's complicated and I can't say quite yet.
How will meeting with the Spencer family again go? Will Joey and Doc get suspicious? What about Kirsty? Find out in the next chapter!
