Disclaimer: I only own Heather Dunbar.
The two men sat lost in their own silent reveries.
The minutes ticked by, slowly turning to hours and still neither man spoke.
Freddy absent mindly caressed Heather's cheek, while Pinhead sat thinking about the preperations that needed to occur before the birth of Heather's child.
After 20 minutes or so, Pinhead began to speak solemly.
"Fredrick? Have you thought of how this will affect you?"
Freddy's eyebrow raised suspiciously, caught off guard by Pinhead's sudden intrest in him and where the conversation was going.
"It's unlike you to be so...selfish with your thoughts...especially when I screw up...majorly."
Pinhead's stare was piercing.
"So then this was just a mere oversight on your part?"
Freddy sat back in his chair, pulled out a cigerette an lit up before replying.
"What?! No, it's just if I had known this would happen..."
"Then you would have thought better of the whole thing?" Pinhead finished angrily.
Freddy puffed the cigerette a couple times and returned Pinhead's stare.
His blue eyes sincere.
"No. I still would have...liked Heather, I just wouldn't have done this to her."
Pinhead's expression never betrayed the way he felt.
And that would be pissed off.
"So then you were never serious about this?"
Realizing that the cigerette was spent, Freddy shoved it in the empty Jack Daniels bottle, producing another from a pack in his pocket.
He lit it up and took a long drag.
He glanced down at Heather sleeping.
He smirked grabbing his cellphone and snapping a picture her drooling.
Pinhead snatched the phone away.
"Would you stop acting like a child?! For God's sake, your infant is more mature than you, and he/she hasn't been born yet."
Freddy wiped the saliva from her face, and the turned to face Pinhead.
His breath caught in his throat.
Being in close proximity to Pinhead was a startling experience.
His words rang in Freddy's ears like an echo from a canyon:
"After Heather has the baby what are you going to do? You change the diapers, comfort it when it cries in the middle of the night, feed it...but honestly, then what? Do you have plans for the future, or are you just living in the minute? Are you going to provide for them, or are you going to grow bored with them and dump them both?"
Freddy was enraged.
"Are you trying to say something I'd make a terrible Father?!"
Pinhead placed his hand on Freddy's shoulder.
"No, I'm saying you'll never step up to the plate."
Pinhead strolled casually from the room.
Heather jolted awake, and squeezed Freddy's hand.
"I can't keep the baby, without you..."
"But, that's what I was going to say..."
Heather's expression was longing, and staring off dreamily.
"I don't think the baby's alive."
Freddy's heart sank as he squeezed Heather's hand.
"We'll go in the morning and see about that..."