Disclaimer: I only own Heather Dunbar
Pinhead and Robert crouched beside the bed next to Heather.
She was weak, and scared, and lost.
"Heather?" Robert said shaking her out of her sleep.
Pinhead was examining the child in Heather's arms...The god-awful truth swept over him in a wave.
"Oh dear God,..."
Robert's head snapped up.
It was the first time in a long time Pinhead had mentioned God.
"What?!" He half shrieked, bring Heather fully wake, her lips white as she moaned.
The rest of the umbilical chord was coming out...after birth.
Pinhead rocked back in the chair, as Heather doubled over in pain, clutching the child tighter.
As she buried her face in the blankets and screamed Pinhead made a frantic hand motion toward the baby.
"What the hell are you trying to say Elliot?!"
Heather looked up, and then at the baby, crying louder.
Pinhead smacked her.
Not hard, but enough that she shut-up.
Robert stared wide-eyed.
"Elliot?!"
Pinhead looked at his hand and then at Heather, the baby, and Robert.
"DAMN IT! WHERE IS HE?!"
Pinhead stormed out of the Master bedroom, down the stairs, and marched right into a guilty looking Freddy.
In Freddy's arms was a blanket wrapped bundle.
Freddy was trembling.
"Frederick, let me see..." Pinhead soothed gently reaching forward to undo the folds of the already creased blanket.
Freddy backed away dropping the bundle to the floor with a thump.
Pinhead knelt down and peeled back the blanket revealing another child.
This one was also dead.
Pinhead shrank back blocking the stairs.
"I'll not let you up them." He stated firmly.
"But, I didn't!"