I so need a Jester doll to go overseas with me. I don't think a Blade doll would make it through airport security but I am so scared of going someplace I don't speak the language of.

I really appreciate reviews since I am so new to this series. It's encouraging. If you have any suggestions please let me know.

I'm setting this roughly 50 years after the Puppet Master vs Demonic Toys film.

I Don't own anything but it would be super cool if I did.

Chapter 12

The sound of dripping water was all Chris could hear from his dark stone cell. The air was stale and without any breeze his discomfort grew. He was down deep in the bowels of darkness with no hope of ever returning home. Where had he gone wrong? Had he really been so blind to reality? Now that he had some time to reflect his sister had always had a nasty streak to her. She had used to be too rough with him as a child. She had called it playing. Heck, when he was little he wouldn't have minded her going far far away but that's was when mom and dad were still around. After the accident, it had just been him and her and perhaps he had let his loneliness blind him to who she really was? Chris sighed and banged the back of his head against the stone wall he was leaning on. Now he had lost his life and Tabitha her's because he was so blinded by love for his sister.

"This sucks." Chris mumbled to himself, his voice echoing slightly in the dark. He knew it was the understatement of the decade. As he rested his palms on his face he couldn't help but wonder…

Was Tabitha still alive?

Struggling Tabitha pushed herself off of the ground where the shadows had laid her. She was so weak, first from the drug then from the dancing. He body begged for rest but she didn't dare risk it. To sleep now might mean she never opens her eyes again. The room she was in was circular and small, with a pile of hay and straw in one corner and fire place burning brightly, in the other. There was a tiny slit of a window barely big enough to put her hand through. She certainly would not be escaping though there. After a few deep breaths she found the strength to stand. Using her hands to support herself she inched along the wall to the small crack of a window. She gasped. How high up was she? She estimated she had to be at least 200 feet from the ground. Shadows seemed to move over ever space from the ground to the lower walls and even though there was no sunlight Tabitha found she could see quite clearly deep into the cavern. "I wonder how big his kingdom is?" she mumbled quietly to the walls, taking in all she could see. This place had to be at least space wise 20 times bigger than the mansion she grew up in and that was only the little she could see. The air seemed charged with a certain electricity she had never felt before.

Time pasted and Tabitha found herself drawn to standing by the window watching the shadows move around. Some seemed solid others nothing more than a weak shadow. She was so mesmerized that she didn't hear the tower door open. Slowly Alabar made his way towards her silent form. When he was just a few feet from her she spun to face him, perhaps sensing his approach. "Don't!" she yelled.

"I will not touch you." He said pulling his hand back. "What are you looking at?"

"The shadows." She answered softly.

Alabar closed his eyes with a sigh before snapping them open again with a smile. Yes...there are few things that bring me such pleasure. Each one a soul dancing for my amusement. Trapped by my magic."

"You're horrible." She hissed turning away once again.

He laughed at her. "Don't you even want to know why I am here child?" Tabitha refused to look at him, so he continued. "You are going to die." He stated simply. Tabitha choked on her breathe. She knew that was probably what was going to happen but to have it put so bluntly. Fear danced in her eyes as tears began to well up, she turned her head to look at him.

"Oh don't cry child. You still have 8 hours left to live. That's how long the alcohol needs to boil before I add your blood to it." Taking her arm he spun her to look again out the window. "Can you see it my dear?" He said pointing. Not far from the tower on the ground was a vat of liquid the size of an Olympic swimming pool. It was just starting to bubble. "Soon I will slit your throat and every drop of your blood will be used to make the mixture of life."

Tabitha opened her mouth but closed it. She wasn't going to beg for her life. This was a demon, he wouldn't spare her anyway.

Alabar seemed to sense this and smiled. "Do you love your puppets?" he asked in a causal manner.

"Yes." She hesitated a moment before speaking, out of fear.

"Then I will grant you one thing, you will get to stay with your puppets." Alabar spoke as if he expected her to thank him.

"I don't understand." She said looking confused.

"You have no sin on your soul. If I just killed you now your spirit would go to the next place but if I trap your soul in a puppet you can stay here in my world, amusing me for the rest of eternity. You can be with your puppets as one of them." He vanished into the air laughing at her, his words echoing in the room and Tabitha stood shocked a moment before bursting into tears.

She didn't want to die…but as she sniffed she couldn't help but truly hope she would be allowed to remain with her friends.

Even if it was only as a puppet.

Alabar returned to his throne in quiet contemplation as he began to magically work some very special wood. It didn't take the Toulon puppets long to figure out he was carving something. He stopped in his when he noticed the Toulon guardians watching him. "Oh this? Just a little gift for your mistress." he laughed as they stared. "Don't worry you will see your mistress again very soon, but she won't be quite how you remember." He dangled the beginning of a wooden body at them.

"Nooooo!" Blade hissed beating his knife and hook on the cage.

"Blade?" Jester questioned. If Blade could cry he would have been sobbing.

"Jester, Six…he's going to make Tabitha into one of us." Blade said hanging his head.

"But he can't, if Tabitha dies…" Six Shooter started but Jester finished "Then we have failed."

"Pinhead is still free. We have to believe in him." Blade tried to make his voice strong for the others. They nodded holding onto hope.

It was all up to Pinhead now, if he was even still functioning or even in this world.

Slowly Pinhead moved deeper into the maze of cells. He was positive Chris had been taken this way. The dirt was disturbed as if someone had been dragged. He placed a large hand on the over turned dirt, still wet. He needed to hurry.

Chris wanted to yell out his frustrations but thought better of it. He needed to save his strength for whatever torture the demon was planning on making him endue. He closed his eyes and leaned against the back wall of his cell. As he shifted in his cell he heard the sound of soft grunting. No it couldn't be. Chris thought as he snapped his eyes open searching for the source of the sound.

There peeking into his cell was Pinhead. He was right behind the metal bars of his cell door. "Pinhead!" Chris called excitedly moving towards the door without thinking. He stopped just out of reach. Chris went pale. Pinhead would not help him…he brought Tabitha here. He had betrayed them and he remembered what his grandmother said the puppets did to "bad" guys. Quickly Christ tried to explain. "Pinhead listen…I never wanted….I know I deceived Tabitha but…it was for my sister and I…I had no choice and I was wrong…it was all lies…" Pinhead held up his hand and Chris stopped chattering.

"You believe me?" Chris asked with disbelief. Pinhead nodded with a grunt. "Then…will you help me? Free me and I will do everything in my power to save Tabitha." Chris meant every word. He deserved to die here for what he had done but not Tabitha. Her only crime was the name Toulon.

Pinhead climbed up the bars and stuck his large hand into the lock trying to open it...but before he could loud clicking footsteps could be heard. "Hide Pinhead." Chris whispered harshly. He did as told.

"Hello little brother." Michelle's voice rang out into the dark by his cell. "I've come to play." Her statement was followed be the cracking of a whip. Chris gulped. This was not good.

A/N: Please review.