Hey everyone! Yes, I'm still alive, haha. Our beloved killers decided to take pity on me. :)
ToNinjaKitty101: I'm glad you like the story! I'll try my best!
ToMisuto58: Hehe, I'm very honored that you like it, and I have to admit, it's addicting to write. :)
ToTheNextDoor: Haha, not quite my dear reader, then again, hmm, that might be a good scene to type up. I'll keep that in mind, haha! Awes, thank you! Am I supposed to have more? Hm..
ToForeverNocturnal: Yes, I have. Haha. Yeah, I type 98 words per minute and I know my keyboard so well that I can type with my eyes closed, so a lot of typos sneak into the story here and there. :P I'm glad you read this one, too. I'm always happy to welcome a reader into the arms of my fanfictions. Yeah, I can't stand repetitive traits. *shudder* I try to put myself in her place, thinking about detailed actions and complex dialogue thoughts. Yes, I love to have the killers truly be themselves, it's cozy and natural. Yes, I decided that making Creeper talk, would be more edge and suspense to the fic. Yes, indeed. I have trouble enough with Leatherface and Michael. Jason isn't much of a problem. :) That's great! I love Paramore, also! I only have one CD, though, soon to be all! Thank you! I also love your username. Reminds me of the wise owls of the night. :D
Alysson ran into the kitchen with a handful of crayons and a sheet of paper in her hands. The killers watched as she put her items on the table, sat in the chair, picked up a black crayon, and started drawing.
"Hello Alysson,"
Greeted Hannibal.
She looked up, waving a small hand.
"Hi."
She looked back down, drawing again.
"So what'cha doin'?" Asked Chucky, peering at the paper.
"I'm drawing a picture." She giggled, smiling at him.
"What's the picture of?"
He asked, making friendly conversation. "It's of my family."
Right now, she was making a line for the ground. She picked up a green crayon, coloring in the grass.
"That's nice." Smiled Hannibal, he seemed to approve of her behavior, nodding. "My family and my friends." She said, looking at all of them.
"Who's your friends?" Asked Chucky.
"You."
She looked at each and everyone of them.
"We're your friends?"
Wrote Jason, blinking his left eye, as if in surprise.
"Yeah," She giggled, making a few flowers in the grass here and there with a pink crayon.
"So, we don't scare you?"
Asked PennyWise, smiling. She shrugged.
"Maybe a little. But my momma says, don't judge a book by it's cover."
Hannibal smiled.
"You're momma must be a smart lady."
Alysson nodded, looking around for a crayon, and picked up a brown one.
"Why can't Jason, talk?"
She asked, looking with a pout on her face.
"Because, piglet, he's a retard." Freddy threw back his head and laughed. Jason glared at him, looking majorly annoyed.
"I'm not a piglet, I'm a little girl."
Said Alysson, looking confused. Freddy grinned.
"Piglets are little girls, bad little girls. You aren't a bad little girl, now are you?"
Alysson shook her head quickly, her hair waving with her.
"No, momma says to always be nice and polite." Freddy's grin grew.
"Frederick, please, let the child color in peace." Scolded Candyman, sighing.
Freddy rolled his eyes.
"Look, Captain Hook, Wendy isn't in trouble, so save the Hook for later." The killers laughed, except for Alysson and Candyman.
"Frederick,"
He warned, glaring at him.
"Aw, what are ya going to do? Make me walk the plank?"
Candyman went to stand up in a threatening manner, but Hannibal put a hand on his shoulder, pulling him back down.
"Let's let us not act in this way, we have a child in the room."
He reminded, glancing at Alysson.
Alysson stared at them.
"Are you going to fight? Fighting is bad."
Freddy and Candyman looked at each other. "No, they're not going to fight." Said Hannibal, giving the both of them a warning look.
"Oh okay,"
Smiled Alysson, drawing a house with the brown crayon. She added the door with the two square windows. She picked up a blue crayon, coloring the sky. Everyone listened as she started humming the tune to, The Itsy Bitsy Spider.
Max came into the kitchen, stopped to look at PennyWise, and went to stand by his little sister.
"Hey, Alysson. Drawing, again?"
She nodded, still humming. Max sighed, going over to the cabinets. He pulled the knob and went to reach for a plate. However, he couldn't. He tried again, on his tip toes, straining to reach it. It was two shelfs too high for him to reach. He threw his head back, groaning.
Jason stood from his chair, going over next to Max.
He took the plate from the shelf and handed it to Max.
"Oh, hey, thanks, Jason!"
Said Max, slightly grinning. Jason nodded, walking back to his seat. Jennifer came in, looking in a bad mood, and stared at Max with a plate in his hands.
"Oh, you guys must be hungry."
She looked at the clock, raising an eyebrow.
"The pizza should be here any minute." Alysson and Max both looked up.
"Pizza?"
They both asked at the same time. Jennifer smiled, nodding. "Yeah, we ordered a pizza before you two came home, early." She walked over, taking the plate from him, and put it back in its place.
"What kind is it?" Asked Max, hungerily. They loved pizza.
"Cheese, olives, hamburger, and pepperoni."
Max and Alysson made a disgusted face of confusion.
Jennifer laughed.
"It's divided, so they'll have equal parts."
That seemed to calm them down. Alysson turned back to her drawing, finishing the sky and picked up the black crayon again.
"So, what're you up, Al?"
Asked Jennifer, slinging her arms around her little sister's shoulders, looking down at what she was doing. "I'm drawing a picture of my family and friends." Jennifer opened her mouth to say something, but stopped when Alysson drew a short figure with crazed, red hair, poking out in every direction.
"Is that, Chucky?"
She smiled, pointing at the figure. Alysson nodded, giggling.
Chucky grinned.
"She's putting us in the picture, too." He said, glancing at Jennifer, as an explanation. "Well, that's nice of you, Al." She brushed her hair behind her ear and kissed her forehead.
*DING DONG!*
Jennifer, after pulling out five dollars from her back pocket, (which she made sure to keep for when the pizza got there) went to the front door. She opened it, pretending to look happy and at ease. A guy, dressed in a red uniform with a red headband, stood holding a pizzabox. He had hazel eyes with ruffled brown hair.
"You, 36 7th Avenue?"
He asked.
She nodded.
"Yeah, that's me."
He nodded, handing the box over.
"Five dollars."
She held the box in one hand, and with the other, took the money out. "Here," He took it, unzipping the coinpouch from around his waist, and put the money in there, zipping it back up.
"Enjoy, Little Ceasars Pizza." With that he turned to leave, and Jennifer closed the door.
"TIME TO EAT!"
She called, shuffling into the kitchen.
