WARNING - Contains MASSIVE spoilers ahead for the main fic.
A/N - Hey, all. Happy Halloween!
This very special was written first in 2011. Hope there's no confusion at all. Please enjoy! I wish to thank my writing partner, and boyfriend, in advance - Rurrlock God of Power, who helps me out a lot with TMC. Thank you! So, please R&R. Thanks for tuning in. :D ~ Laura & Rurrlock.
Summary
The gang throw yet another party at the club to celebrate Halloween. But trouble soon follows when most of them buy their costumes from a shop run by a Chaos and Mischief worshipping warlock, causing them to take on the respective persona of their chosen costumes. All except Pinhead and Ghostface who both team up with a familiar vampire slayer, who has had experience with this kind of spell in the past...Can Pinhead and the mystery lady break the spell...? Let's see if you can guess who will dress up as who.
Halloween 2011 Part One
Halloween; the most popular holiday event/festival on the calendar for adults and children alike.
It had arrived once again, sending most kids into fits of excitement and maniacal glee. Each one planning their costumes and preparing themselves for their big night out; hoping to hit the jackpot with all kinds of candy, chocolates and sweets galore during their Trick or Treat trips around the neighbourhood, whereas enthusiastic adults were vigorously planning costume parties of their own or going out for the night, maybe going to see a scary movie that was playing and hoping and praying that they didn't bump into Ghostface on the way, or fall victim to his ridiculous prank calls. Oh boy, was Halloween such a perfect opportunity for Ghostface to indulge in his ridiculous antics.
Speaking of which; did I also mention that Halloween was loved by all...meaning slashers and horror icons alike?
Oh yeah, they were just as nuts about it then any living and breathing normal human. And our club member friends were no exception. Though, you'd think they'd be put off for life considering what had happened the previous year with the mutant Pumpkin zombies that Chucky had 'accidentally' brought to life.
But, despite the hell that had practically been unleashed the year before hand, the gang had decided to go forth and throw another big party inside the club. Yes, the club. Well, it was big enough. Though, Tiffany had wanted the party to be at her swanky mansion, but after what had happened several months earlier with PJ's fifth birthday party, she'd rather not take any more chances at having her precious uber rich, superstar home trashed by some half Cenobite kid and his friends. She was still, to this day, paying for the damage.
Buuut...enough of that.
With the crisp autumn chill in the air, the gradual dimming sunlight of the evening sky, and the unmistakable smell of treacle toffee and pumpkin innards filling the air, the gang readied themselves for their big party to celebrate Halloween. And not just any party...it was a costume party. Oh yes. It didn't go down well with some of the members; a certain Freddy Krueger and Chucky Ray included as they both strolled into the club donning their costumes, ready for the Halloween party celebration. Each and every member was wearing something unique - either chosen specially themselves or chosen FOR them, even the club manager LJ was joining in with the celebrations. Each of them felt a little...stupid in their costumes, but not more so than Freddy, Chucky, Jennifer, Angelique, Lilith and Ginger for which you will soon see.
Oh those club members in particular had known they were in for a voyage of misadventure when Kirsty came breezing into the club first thing earlier that morning, a big sneaky smile spread upon her face for, just like the year before, she had an excellent idea for the Halloween celebrations...
Earlier that Day...
"What the hell are you smirking at?!" Chucky questioned the indeed smiling Mrs Totec, who came waltzing into the club like the happiest girl in the world as she linked the arm of her precious husband Pinhead.
She sighed contentedly, rubbing her pregnant belly, with her son PJ sandwiched in between her and his father Pinhead whom proudly held the hands of their twin girls, Aeryn and Ashley.
As well as that, they were expecting the impending birth of their fourth child. By Leviathan, the Cotton-Totec family were complete now, weren't they?
But Kirsty couldn't think about that right now; she had some club members to humiliate and she seemed to focus all of her attention at Chucky and Freddy, like she knew something they didn't.
"Oh, nothing," she shrugged, replying to Chucky's query. "Just...looking forward to the big party tonight is all."
Freddy raised his eyebrow at the brunette beauty. Kirsty? Looking forward to the club's big Halloween party they had been planning for weeks in advance? Yeah right. She looked forward to their parties like Freddy looked forward to receiving a call from his mother!
"It's not like you to look forward to our parties, Kirsty." Freddy growled before he narrowed his eyes at her. "If you're planning another humiliating costume adventure like you did last year then-"
"Frederick!" Pinhead bellowed, glaring evilly at the dream demon whilst at the same time trying to keep young PJ under control.
"Hey!" Freddy threw his arms up in the air. "We have a right to be cautious. Do you not remember last Halloween when your control freak missus made us all dress as each other...?"
"My wife is not a...control...freak, Frederick, and no I have not forgotten the events of last year's Halloween. Kirsty has something other planned for the party." Pinhead put in defensively.
"What the HELL is going on!?" Chucky piped up, rather nervous.
"Oh no, she's gonna make us all dress like women!" Freddy paled.
Kirsty sniggered at that, making Chucky and Freddy ever more nervous, while Pinhead narrowed his eyes at them both. "No, Frederick, quite the contrary. Kirsty has spotted a quaint little costume retail business a few blocks away with fairly decent occasion wear for parties and other forms of entertainment."
Freddy and Chucky gawk at the Cenobite. "Come again?" Chucky asked, his eyebrows raised high.
"Quaint? Is this a shop full of costumes for GAY people?!" Freddy snickered, with Chucky alongside him chuckling like mad while the Totecs just glared murderously at them.
"Shut up, Krueger!" Kirsty spat at him. "Basically, what my husband's trying to say, translated to moron mode, is that we found a NICE little costume hire shop full of awesome costumes to wear for Halloween."
"And we give a fuck, why?" Freddy snarkly said, flicking his finger knives out of boredom.
"BECAUSE we're all gonna go there soon, and choose our own costumes for our party tonight. Okay!?" Kirsty spat back.
Everyone, and I mean everyone in the room stopped what they were doing, dropped whatever they were holding onto, and began to gawk at the Cotton woman. She looked deadly determined too that they were all going dress up, and you know what Kirsty's like when she's determined.
Obviously, going by the looks they were giving her - looks mixed with shock and surprise and even pleading - the gang really had no intentions of dressing up for this party at all, probably all due to the previous year's costume adventure.
Let's not forget that Freddy had swapped with Pennywise, Pinhead had swapped with Chucky, Jason had swapped with Michael, Doc Frasier had swapped with Elliot and...well, you get the point.
It was all Kirsty's idea basically, and the gang would be damned if they allowed the wife of the Prince of Pain to be in charge of the attire for the Halloween party this year. But...looks like she may very well have her own way again.
"Listen toots," Chucky moaned, throwing his hands in the air. "We already all decided, we don't wanna dress up for this party. We wanna go as ourselves!"
"Yeah!" Freddy piped up, folding his arms determinedly and tapping the sharp edges of his finger knives against his sweater. "There's nothing more scarier for Halloween than ME! The stuff nightmares are made of!"
"Pfft, in your dreams perhaps!" Kirsty sarcastically put in, rolling her eyes, while Freddy snarled at her.
"There's nothing more scarier than me, the killer possessed doll!" Chucky beamed, swelling with pride.
Freddy looked down at Chucky and snorted amusedly.
"What's THAT meant to mean, toasty!?" Chucky sneered at the once Springwood Slasher.
"What's so scary about a little doll that wets its pants!?" the dream demon chuckled, while Chucky flipped him the bird.
"Fuck you, Krueger! I don't fucking wet my pants! How many fucking times have I told you!? And for your information, I am scary too! " Chucky claimed defensively.
"Sure!" Freddy snickered, mocking the doll. "If you really are deluded to think that a chubby faced, ginger haired doll that looks stoned and retarded with a cute all in one suit and scars upon its face is scary stuff, then you MUST have had a really fucked up childhood with your toys."
Well, that was it. Chucky found himself lunging for the burnt dream demon, and the usually bickering and squabbling duo that was Frederick Charles Krueger and Charles Lee Ray got into YET another pointless fisticuffs over who out of the two of them was most scary, making everyone - more so Pinhead and Kirsty - groan and facepalm at their stupidity.
Pinhead nodded to Kirsty who seemed to understand what he intended to do and so she took their daughters and walked calmly out of the room with them, while Pinhead turned his attention back to the currently rolling around on the floor, biffing and boffing, beating each other up Chucky and Freddy. Gosh was there ever a day they didn't ever fight?!
"ENOUGH!" Pinhead bellowed, rubbing his temples lightly under the extreme stress and trying hard not to hit his pins. "Cease in your petty, childish bickering and duelling right this minute! Or I'll see to it that there'll be no party at all! I mean it!"
Chucky and Freddy were both locked frozen following Pinhead's little outburst, fists aimed and ready to punch the living snot out of the other's face. Chucky had been seized by the throat and his little legs were kicking about as he dangled from Freddy's choking grasp. But now, both were on their best behaviour and Freddy at once released little Chucky and the doll dropped to the floor. Neither wanted to miss an opportunity to get wasted at the party later that night, that was for sure.
"Okay, PinBoy you win!" Freddy mumbled.
"We'll be good." Chucky followed on with a squeak.
Pinhead nodded at the two. "And keep it that way." he said before turning and giving Kirsty a look that he had done dealing with the two moronic twits their children had for uncles.
"What exactly do they have available at this costume store?" Doc Frasier asked, stepping forward. The doctor seemed intrigued.
"All kinds, Kirsty has told me." Pinhead told the group who were all gathering round. Some were less than convinced about the whole thing, no more so than Freddy, Chucky, Angelique, Lilith and the usual miserable spoil sports that you'd imagine them to be. But more or less, everyone was beginning to come round to the idea.
Pinhead continued, seeing how this was grabbing everyone's attentions. "You can choose any costume you wish. It doesn't even have to be a fear inducing costume either-"
"Where's the fun in that PinBoy!? I wanna scare the little piggies that come squealing here for candy!" Freddy piped up unimpressed, while Pinhead glared at him again.
"Oh! I say, I think it's a very good idea!" Elliot randomly squealed, clapping his hands together. "Oh! I do believe, just for my little son I'd like to dress as-"
"Would you possibly find a moment to calm your ass down!?" Doc Frasier moaned at the over excited British former WW1 veteran. "Jesus, man, do you have to be so over excited and giddy over everything in this century!?"
Elliot said nothing. He merely glowered at the Southern accented doctor, almost daring him to yell some more, but Joey elbowed him in the stomach and lectured him to stop. Both Elliot Spencer and Doctor Frasier were friends per Se, but they could be just as bad as Chucky and Freddy when it came to aggravating the other and their fights were equally as childish.
In the meanwhile, as everyone else seemed to be really coming around to the idea of dressing up as anything they wished, Freddy and Chucky were the only ones remaining in defiant and stubborn attitude; their arms crossed and pouting their lips out like a pair of five year olds. They glared at Kirsty, who seemed to give them this look.
"Freddy-" Kirsty began sternly.
"KIRS-TEE!" Freddy mock whined back.
"Frederick!?" Pinhead warned, giving him 'the look'.
"PINN-EE!" Freddy mocked Pinhead in response with a girly squeal.
"Krueger!?" Kirsty sneered back.
"Kirsty?!" Pinhead said to his wife.
"Pinhead!?" Kirsty squealed at Pinhead
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"GHOOOOOSTFAAAAAACE!"
Everyone turned to the shrouded, masked idiot who had just randomly yelled that out for reasons unknown. The clumsy and annoying one of the group saw all eyes were on him and lowered his head in shame, while the argument continued on for Freddy and Kirsty.
"No way hoze-zay!" Freddy huffed, remaining firmly to the spot. "There's no way I'm gonna make a huge prick of myself for the amusement of YOU and your pin cushion husband by dressing up! FORGET IT!"
"Don't make me laugh, Krueger. You make a huge prick of yourself every single day you come here, you don't even NEED a costume." Kirsty snickered.
"Shut up, bitch!" Freddy snarled, folding his arms and huffing. "Nothing you can do will ever change my mind."
Kirsty sighed in frustration and glanced over to Chucky whose big crystal blue eyes widened. "Don't even LOOK at me, toots!" the doll huffed, too folding his arms and turning his back like Freddy.
As well as those two morons making life difficult for Kirsty and Pinhead, those who also seemed less than willing to dress up for the party were Angelique, Lilith, Jennifer and Ginger. Oh and let's not forget Ghostface.
And as for Pennywise, the creature who loved to take on the form of a hideous looking clown (God knows WHY kids were even lured to him in the friggin first place), well you couldn't see that guy for dust as he had ran off to escape a ridiculous costume wearing fate and was now hiding out down in the sewers before Kirsty could even look up. She shook her head and facepalmed.
Sighing again, she said; "Well, it's your choice. I mean I suppose you don't HAVE to dress up if you don't want to. But...just think of the- GUYS WHAT'S THAT!?" Kirsty just randomly screamed, pointing to the distance and making Freddy, Chucky, Angelique, Lilith, Jennifer and Ginger all look to where she was pointing.
Before they knew it, Kirsty had whacked them all across their heads with a hidden baseball bat, knocking them out cold. Ghostface was the only one she didn't catch, and he ran away before she could catch him. Though, being the usual clumsy klutz that he is anyways and tripping over the stupidest things, Ghostie found himself tripping over a trash can that wasn't even in his way! He was knocked out cold straight away.
Everyone in the room was shocked by Kirsty's sudden attack. Michael did something of a whimper and backed away slowly, Jason did the same. Joey and Elliot was gawking to the brunette woman in a mixture of concern and fear, PJ thought it was awesome his mother had kicked some butt, Doc Frasier was a tad turned on, Candyman couldn't help but marvel at her deftness, Bridget and Needy were in utter shock to say anything, Leprechaun licked his lips and Tiffany was oddly smug about it. But no one was surprised more than Pinhead.
"Kirsty, what are you doing?!" Pinhead gasped while everyone else scooted off back to what they were previously doing. The pinheaded Cenobite stared down at the unconscious club members at their feet. "Must you have done that? What is accomplished in rending them completely unconscious?"
Kirsty snickered a little before tossing the bat aside. "It achieves nothing, Pinny."
"Then...why?" Pinhead asked slowly, as if trying to get his head round it.
The Cotton woman shrugged. "Because...I felt like it. Anyways, since these lot seem to be making the most fuss and just knowing from experience that these in particular were going to do so, I went to all the trouble of choosing out their costumes already." She indicated to several stuffed bags in the corner.
Pinhead stared at the bags, impressed but also concerned. "Kirsty, are we really going to force them to wear these costumes?"
"Oh yeah." she simply replied without looking at him. "They're from Ethan's Costume Shoppe, I chose them out especially."
"What about you? What are you wearing?" Pinhead inquired.
A sneaky smile came across Kirsty's lips. "Oh you'll see, mister. You shall indeed see." she purred, tracing a finger across his chest seductively. "How about you? Are you going to Ethan's shop?"
Pinhead shook his head. "No. I have been creating my own costume for tonight. In fact, it is nearly finished."
"Really?"
"Yes, but I shall not be wearing it till tonight, in order to surprise you. Ah Kirsty, such sights I've yet to show-"
"Oooh, what happened?" a familiar voice groaned beside the pair, spoiling their moment of horniness.
"Oh hello Freddy, Chucky, Jennifer, Angelique, Lilith, Ginger." Kirsty said sarcastically. "Have a nice nap?"
Freddy growled at the Cotton woman, while the others just groaned. "The hell did you do to me?!" He looked around and noticed how some of the others had been knocked out and groaning on the floor as they awoke too. "...And them?!"
"Oh nothing much, just your heads met with my little friend the baseball bat is all. I trust you've all changed your minds about going in costume for tonight then?"
Freddy snarled in fury at Kirsty, as did the others who got smacked over the head. "Why should we fuckin' give in over this?!" the dream demon sneered, rubbing his sore head.
Kirsty smirked. "Two words - NO. ALCOHOL!"
Oh did that get mostly everyone's attention, but Freddy's and Chucky's the most. Though part of Freddy wanted to tear her a new asshole, but the look on her hubby's face didn't seem to mean a good thing; it indicated a slow and painful death was to be bestowed upon him if he so much as laid a single blade from his glove on the Cotton woman.
Shaking his head and sighing in defeat, and despite the strong urge to refuse this costume thing with his life, Freddy sulked his shoulders and threw his hands up into the air. "Okay, Cotton you win! Wily little bitch! You're worse than Nancy!" Freddy grumbled, crossing his arms.
Kirsty was so overjoyed and smug about beating Freddy that she felt she could jump over the moon. Instead, she patted his head in a patronising way, which seemed to infuriate and annoy the dream demon more. "Ah. What a good little dream demon." she beamed, happily, while Pinhead shook his head.
"Don't push it!" Freddy growled, knocking her hand away. "Okay, Little Miss Smartypants, tell me...tell me exactly where this shop is and we'll go and-"
"Oh you've no need to worry on that score." Kirsty interrupted Freddy, still smiling smugly.
"Why's that?" Freddy asked, a tone of suspicion in his voice. Chucky and the ladies also gave their suspicious glances.
"Cuz I already took the liberty of choosing out your costumes for you." Kirsty replied.
"You WHAT?!" Freddy screeched, leaping off the floor.
"What did she just say?" Chucky asked.
"Hmpth!" Angelique, Jennifer and Lilith huffed in a bitchy manner and folded their arms.
"Bring it, girlfriend!" Ginger snarled sarcastically.
Kirsty smiled and handed them the bags containing their costumes. "Here you go. You've plenty of time to get ready whilst I take everyone else to Ethan's Costume Shoppe. Have fun, and enjoy your costumes!"
Kirsty threw her head back and laughed while Pinhead sighed despairingly, so fearful that his wife seemed to have gone mad with power and enjoying inflicting pain and suffering upon the others. Hey, that's what happens when you marry a Cenobite obsessed with pain and suffering.
Meanwhile, those who were being forced to wear certain costumes looked into their personal bags in which inside was their costumes. Bringing them out and staring hard in disbelief and shock, anger and more disbelief, Freddy was the first one to scream in fury at what he was being made to wear, so much so that it nearly popped the eardrums of Kirsty and Pinhead...and smashed the windows. It was also littered with such horrible foulness and potty-mouthed cuss words, though thankfully they had been drowned out by the chiming bell tolling of the church up the road. Very soon, the others followed suit with their screaming and ranting and swearing and such nonsense, making Kirsty beam with pride.
"Ah, so nice to hear everyone having fun on Halloween." she breathed sarcastically.
"Kirsty!" Pinhead said in a warning tone, shaking his head in disapproval.
"What?!"
Over an hour Later...
Pinhead had chosen to stay behind and take care of his daughters, as well as add finishing touches to his Halloween costume as the two girls played, while Kirsty trotted off the the curious little shop that she had spotted on her shopping adventure, taking along the other club members with her that wasn't being forced to wear costumes.
Even little PJ was joining his mother and hoping to choose out a cool costume, having wheedled his way in somehow to joining the party later that night with his parents, aunts and uncles when he was meant to be being babysat by his Cenobitic aunts and uncles, along with the other children who were also being babysat somewhere else. Why PJ was being allowed was highly unfair, I guess you could say, but then again, who could argue with those cute, big and dark onyx eyes?
Their trip to this so called Ethan's Costume Shoppe didn't take much time at all, and they were back at the club before they all knew it.
Ghostface was also another one to stay behind, as Kirsty's attempts to drag him to Ethan's shop was a failed one, being that the masked moron clung for dear life to the door frame as Kirsty tried to pull him along to buy a costume. He was screaming like a little girl too. In the end, Kirsty just gave up and left him to it.
Strolling into the room, led by a smiling Kirsty and everyone beaming about how cool their costumes were, except Leprechaun, the group were greeted by the sight of Pinhead engaged in some kind of argument with Freddy over something most likely trivial.
There was no one else about, only Freddy and Pinhead - oh and the twins fast asleep on the club couch, having become so drowsy, and oblivious to their father's petty row with their Uncle Freddy. And Freddy was apparently still in his grubby Christmas sweater and fedora, and not wearing the costume so chosen for him. It would seem that Chucky, Jennifer, Lilith and Angelique were elsewhere and getting dressed into their costumes though Freddy was STILL in his own clothes.
"Shouldn't you be getting into you super cool costume already, Mr Krueger?" Kirsty teased, rubbing her rounded belly.
"What if I refuse and not do what you tell me to do?! You can't make me!" Freddy grunted, folding his arms in a girly huff.
"Check again Krueger, cuz I already have, and you will march right to the changing room NOW and get changed into your costume or I promise to hide away all the booze so you and your midget drinking partner don't get a chance to get pissed like you always do. Do I make myself perfectly clear?" Kirsty sneered, cracking her knuckles.
The dream demon gave in right away and grabbed his bag with the costume in it, finally storming off to get changed. "Bitch. This ain't over!" Freddy growled as he stomped past the triumphant Cotton woman, storming off frustrated and vowing revenge against Kirsty, with his mystery costume that is yet to be unveiled to all, along with everyone else who decided to make haste and get ready too, leaving Kirsty behind with her hubby, PJ and their sleeping daughters.
The place had been decorated in the gang's absence, obviously by Pinhead himself. It was all decked out with banners, pumpkins, cauldrons, fake spider webs, you name it. Boy, was Pinhead one multi-talented guy! Kirsty found herself pressing her lips to Pinhead's who gladly returned the kiss.
"Well, I'm off to change into my costume, Pinny." Kirsty purred to him. "By the way, where's yours?"
Pinhead smirked and tapped his chest, then smoothed down his shirt. "Oh you'll see it very soon. But let us see yours first, shall we?" Pinhead purred back, kissing her neck.
"Cheeky!" Kirsty giggled before heading off to finally change. Little PJ followed on behind. His costume was indeed very complicated and probably needed his mother's help in dressing up, leaving Pinhead behind with the rest of the preparations to add finishing touches to.
Back in the Present (This does skip about a lot, no? lol)...
And now here we are; all the gang revealing themselves one by one in their Halloween costumes, either beaming with pride or scowling and red with embarrassment. Even little Aeryn and Ashley were dressed up in identical little pumpkin outfits. Meanwhile their father Pinhead was still in his shirt and trousers, as he wished to reveal his costume last of all, but right now he was too busy taking in the costumes of his co club members.
His onyx eyes nearly burned at the sight of what his wife was dressed in as she revealed herself proudly and suggestively gestured to her wide eyed and gulping husband. "Kir-Kirsty? Wow, you look," Pinhead stuttered, looking his wife up and down. "Um...you are...I mean you're very..."
"Sexy? Powerful? Virile?" Kirsty cooed, swaying her hips a little. Her very costume, one that made every male there drool and stare, consisted of a low cut top patterned blue and red, a short blue skirt with yellow stars like the American flag, a gold plated tiara of some sort, a small red cape, thick gold bracelets and she clutched a golden lasso. The costume seemed to also accommodate her bulging baby belly.
"...you're...you're..." Pinhead continued to stutter.
"She's Wonder Woman, Pinhead." Joey sighed to the stuttering Cenobite, whose eyes seemed to grow wider.
Indeed, Kirsty had chosen to dress up as the infamous Warrior Princess Amazon Super-heroine, Wonder Woman! She stood tall and proud, and seemed to eye Pinhead hungrily like this costume also served a somewhat kinky purpose for later on that night if you all catch my drift.
"Wonder - woman?" Pinhead asked with a raised eyebrow, his eyes never leaving her bunched up chest.
"Yes Pinhead, I'm Wonder Woman...you like?" Kirsty purred, stroking her flushed hubby's face seductively as she drew nearer.
"Like it?" Pinhead murmured. "I love it! You look really...amazing."
"The amazing Amazon." Kirsty added, grinding into Pinhead.
"Okay you two love birds, knock it off." Joey cut in. "Can you guess what I am, Pinhead?" she added, indicating to her costume and doing a twirl.
"Erm," Pinhead fiddled with his bottom lip. "You're a...witch? Am I correct?"
"Not just ANY witch!" Joey said. "I'm the Wicked Witch of the West!"
While Joey cackled like any witch would, Pinhead stared to her green face make up and black robes, the pointed warty nose, cone hat and broomstick, thus hiding her pretty looks. Indeed this was the infamous villain from The Wizard of Oz - the Wicked Witch of the West.
Pinhead nearly smacked his forehead for his stupidity. Of course he knew of that witch. His son PJ loved to watch that very film and always begged his father to play it all the time. As well as to immaturely inquire as to whether he was going to get his very own flying monkey one day.
"And guess who these three are?" Joey pointed to Jennifer, Leprechaun and Chucky, who were all dressed in something very familiar from the Wizard of Oz world to compliment Joey's witch outfit perfectly. Pinhead tried to hard to not burst into laughter at first sight of the three unfortunate souls dressed unfortunately as...
"I'm a freakin munchkin!" Chucky shouted, crossing his arms in a temper tantrum.
"So am I, lad. So am I!" Leprechaun, who was also dressed as a Land of Oz Munchkin, cried and started hugging Chucky.
"Get off me!" Chucky hissed, pushing the Irish folklore creature away.
Leprechaun sniffled before stomping off in a huff. "And I wanted to dress as a pot 'o Gold but that English lad Ethan said they run out of them. I hate Halloween!" he moaned before sitting down and turning his back to everyone. Chucky did the same.
"Speak for yourself, golden boy! I wanted to dress up as Rambo!" Chucky cried.
In the meanwhile, the usually hot demon possessed cheerleader man eater that was Jennifer Check shuffled awkwardly as Pinhead struggled to hide his giggles. "And you must be Dorothy Gale, Jennifer." the pinheaded Cenobite snickered as he inquired about her costume.
As you could guess, the flushing red Jennifer was decked out in a white and blue old fashioned dress and ruby slippers, her hair up in adorable bunches and blue ribbons. She had never felt so out of place, and unsexy, before in her life. She was JENNIFER for God's sake. JENNIFER!
"...SHUT UP!" Jennifer hissed before stomping off to sulk somewhere.
"Where are you headed, Dorothy? Somewhere over the rainbow?" Kirsty laughed, with Pinhead too erupting into giggles.
The cheerleader gestured rudely with her finger to the Cotton woman but said no more.
"Now now, Dorothy, do you wanna be sent to bed without any supper?" Kirsty snickered again, making Jennifer want to bawl her eyes out and for everyone to laugh their asses off.
Doc Frasier was the next to reveal himself as he wandered over to Jennifer and placed his arm about her. His clothes, a shirt and jacket, were purposely ripped and torn, and he had fake hair plastered to his face and bare chest and arms and hands. He also had prominent brow ridges and nose, and fierce and sharp fake teeth.
"You're a werewolf?" Pinhead asked the Southern doctor.
"Yeah, I always enjoyed the old horror stories as a boy. Werewolves were my favourite." he quickly told Pinhead before turning his attention back to the sobbing Jennifer. "There there, baby, I find this costume oddly attractive. And sexy." he purred into her ear and felt up her thigh with his masculine hand which so happened to be covered in fake hair.
Would it be enough to make our poor undead demon cheerleader feel better? You BET your asses it would! And, like usual, and as everyone predicted, Jennifer and Doc were heavily making out right there in front of all, making them all facepalm and go back to displaying their costumes for everyone to see.
Mostly everyone there was dressed up in something expected, or not so expected. For example, Jason and Michael both wore costumes that would hide their faces; Jason being Darth Maul from the first prequel Star Wars movie, and Michael was a simple old clichéd white clothed ghost. The two lumbering giants were challenging one another to duels, which looked really odd. Imagine Darth Maul engaged in a lightsaber fight with a ghost!
Djinn revealed himself as the black masked and cloaked avenger that was Zorro, complete with the sword. He was busy trying to woo and flirt with Lilith who was, as usual, so not impressed by his attempts at flirting and...attempted dashing swordsmanship.
Ah, yes, Lilith. And not forgetting Angelique. Well, those two pouting and sulking girls were dressed as 18th century pheasant women. In other words, they were damsels. Angelique especially remembered this century period wear, as being when she was summoned from the Labyrinth in that period and had to wear those kind of clothes there and then. She had hated it the first time around, and she hated it now, along with her frenemy Lilith. How could they possibly seduce Xipe now?
Meanwhile, Candyman was dressed as the infamous Captain Hook from the Peter Pan stories, well he does have a hook, what else can he dress as?
He appeared somewhat satisfied and oddly nonplussed by how he was dressed. Though soon everyone began to tease him and when he looked within the mirror at his reflection, he soon realized why; he was dressed as the Disney Captain Hook! The cowardly crybaby Captain Hook.
Tiffany was dressed as something that what get every man's pulse racing at the very sight of her; she was a kinky nurse complete with short skirt, hat, bulging cleavage and stethoscope! "I always wanted to play a nurse!" the superstar gushed and twirled in front of the mirror, making Chucky roll his eyes.
Needy and Bridget, ever the shy girls as always, clung upon their huge boyfriends' sides like glue as their costumes were revealed before the gawking group. They were cats. No, I'll be more specific; Bridget was just ya average kinky kitty cat. The pointy ears on top, the painted on whiskers, black painted nose, skin tight latex body suit which displayed her well proportioned cleavage, and there was a long tail attached to her backside.
But that was nothing compared to what Needy was dressed as. The shy young bespectacled blonde teen who was often ignored by males in favour of staring and drooling to her BFF Jennifer Check...was dressed as the one...the only...CATWOMAN!
But the pair of them couldn't and WOULDN'T flaunt their new sexy looks before their fellow club members. They were simply dying of over shyness.
"You ladies look really nice." Pinhead tried to compliment the pair of shy goers, but the pinheaded Cenobite's sweet words failed to bring them out of themselves.
But not to worry; little PJ came to their rescue and all eyes fell upon him. And he was certainly not shy about how he was dressed and what he was dressed as.
"Oh my LEVIATHAN!" Pinhead's jaw fell to the floor in shock when his eyes were finally laid upon his son. "How is this POSSIBLE?!"
"How cute! In a weird way." Joey stated.
"This ain't right, people! Why am I scared by this!?" Chucky gasped when he saw what the little tearaway son of Pinhead was dressed as.
"D'awwwwww!" Bridget, Needy and Tiffany crooned all together at the boy.
"Cute." Djinn, Leprechuan and Candyman all said.
"My little boy! My beautiful son!" Kirsty flushed with pride and gazed to her son with dewy eyed wonder.
"Dudes, this is strange! And evil! I'm telling ya all now, no good will come of it! ARGH!" screamed Chucky who decided to run off to the little boys' room.
Indeed what was Chucky so afraid of? Why, PJ was dressed as no other than his own father, Pinhead! Complete with a special pinned mask, leather suit which sported the six wounds across his chest, the leather cassock and even belt which would hang his knives and other sharp weaponry on. They were plastic, thank God. But the little son of Kirsty and Pinhead sure did look cute, even if for some bizarre reason he had scared the crap out of Chucky!
"Kirsty, how is this possible? How is our son able to dress as me?!" Pinhead gasped in shock.
"Well, PJ wanted to dress as you Pinny, and he was so disappointed when Ethan didn't seem to sell your...well, costume, that he got really upset. I had to get Ethan to actually make up a similar suit and mask just by giving him a picture of you to base it on."
"What?!" Pinhead gasped.
"Yeah, and well - it turned out so perfectly, and PJ could pass for the real thing." Kirsty gushed.
"Look at me, daddy!" PJ leapt up and down excitedly, madly trying to get his father's attention. "LOOK I can do YOU! SEE! I'll tear your souls apart!"
At that moment, Chucky was trying to peep round the corner to see if the coast was clear, but it was certainly not, having caught a snippet at what little Cenobite Junior was saying. He eeked and ran back into hiding.
Pinhead in the meanwhile was divided between feeling pride for his son, and total fear! "Yes, that's...impressive, son. Maybe in years to come...MANY many years to come, you can truly repeat those words to a soul like your father. But for now, you're too young."
PJ sulked his shoulders a little bit at that, and went to sit down.
Meanwhile, everyone had turned to see what good old she wolf Ginger was dressed as, and boy was it something so bloody unflattering she probably wouldn't EVER be able to live it down.
"Yo, Gingy! The meadow's that-a-way!" Chucky snickered, finally summoning the courage to actually re enter into the room and try not to be scared by little PJ. Though, right now, he should be more scared of Ginger for that sarky comment.
For the she wolf was dressed...
...as a cow!
Well, she couldn't dress as a wolf now, could she? That would be quite redundant. And plus, this was not her choice. Kirsty was making her dress like this.
"SHUT UP YOU PERVERTED MIDGET PUPPET, BARBIE DOLL FUCKING-"
Ginger had to be held back by everyone there for at least a good five minutes, though it wasn't so straight forward for her to move with ease with such a bulky suit made of hard cardboard. Oh yeah, it was one of those awkward costumes that knocked over everything and everyone in the near vicinity. Including themselves!
Ginger was highly embarrassed, humiliated, pissed off and eager to murder at her current predicament, though it was nothing compared to what her hubby Freddy was feeling right now as he finally dawdled into the room and unwillingly shown off his costume. If his flesh wasn't burnt beyond recognition, then his cheeks would have been flushed red as his costume.
Everyone didn't know whether to laugh or cry or both when he finally unveiled himself. Come to mention it, he didn't know either. Everyone stared to the all in red Lycra suit and mask, and the yellow utility belt and lightning symbol stretched across his fake muscle bound chest.
"I hate you Kirsty!" was the first thing Freddy mumbled as he fiddled about with the mask he was wearing. "If I wanted to dress as a fucking Superhero then I would have gone as Super-Freddy!"
Utter silence followed. Until...
"Oh my God! Freddy's the FLASH!?" Chucky gasped, falling into hysterics not long afterwards.
Indeed, the dream demon WAS dressed as the fastest, and most cocky, Superhero alive; The Flash!
"I don't wanna be the freakin fucking FLASH!" Freddy grumbled, stamping his foot.
"I don't wanna be a cow!" Ginger moaned too.
"I don't wanna be frickin Dorothy!" Jennifer was still complaining, though Doc shut her up by forcing another kiss on her.
"I don't wanna be a munchkin!" both Chucky and Leprechaun complained together.
"We do not wish to be 18th century noblewomen!" Lilith and Angelique scowled as one, seeming almost ashamed when Pinhead looked over at them again.
Kirsty found herself chuckling at all of them. "Aw, don't be silly, all of you! This is gonna be fun!"
"I'll murder you, Kirsty!" Freddy growled menacingly. "I don't care about the fuckin rul-"
"Hush yourself, Frederick, or there shall be no alcohol like my wife stated!" Pinhead cut in, making everyone shut up right that moment.
"You know, Frederico, you're so damn lucky you're the Flash and I'm not forcing you to wear a ballerina costume complete with tutu, cuz THAT was my first choice for you! But hey, since you're not very fond of being a cool Superhero, then I suggest that we swap this one for the cute ballerin-"
"OK OK! Enough already! I'll wear it!" Freddy shouted at Kirsty, folding his arms again.
"What, the ballerina costume?" Kirsty chuckled.
"NO! THIS! The freakin FLASH costume!" Freddy yelled before stomping off to sit down next to Chucky and not paying any notice to who the next person to reveal his costume.
"Did I hear that the Flash is amongst us?" came the voice of Elliot Spencer who suddenly emerged before the crowded gang. Everyone gasped at what he was wearing, Joey swooned, Kirsty nodded in approval, Pinhead nearly fainted and Chucky collapsed from too much laughter. Freddy soon looked up to be greeted by the second most fastest Superhero alive after the Flash.
A costume made up entirely of red, yellow and blue. Blue tights, blue top, red boots, red over pants, red cape, yellow belt and a triangular shape spread across his chest with a seeming letter 'S' boldly etched in red and yellow within it. The suit was buffed up with fake muscle and abs. And Elliot was wearing a special wig of slick black hair, since he was nearly bald so he couldn't do it without a wig, with a cute little familiar Christopher Reeve kiss curl.
Can you guess who it is yet?!
"OMG IT'S SUPERMAN!" all the girls screamed. Well, except Angelique, Lilith, Jennifer and Ginger.
"Indeed I am, my humble friends." Elliot grinned, placing his hands about his hips. "I stand for truth, justice and...erm...what is the last part?" Elliot turned to ask Joey, who facepalmed.
"The American way." she said in a dull tone.
"Ah yes. Truth, justice and the...no wait. Shouldn't it be the British way? Since I'm British?" Elliot asked innocently.
"No, because Superman is AMERICAN!" Joey shouted.
"Hey Pinhead," Kirsty called out to her husband, who was still staring strangely at Elliot - his human counterpart - dressed as Superman. "We've yet to see who or what you're dressed as."
Indeed she was right. Pinhead was still dressed in his shirt and jeans and not in his costume.
The Cenobite smiled at her. "Ah yes. Well I wanted to save the best till last-"
"Hey don't forget me!" yelled a familiar voice coming from the entrance to the club. Everyone turned to see LJ the manager, running toward the group in her Halloween costume, since she had promised she'd attend. She too had also chosen her costume from Ethan's shop. They all snickered when they saw who she was dressed as, and some groaned.
"What? Another freakin Superhero!?" Freddy moaned. "What is this; Halloween, or fucking Superhero Night?!"
"Shaddap Krueger!" LJ spat. "And oh yeah, nice tights! Red DEFINITELY suits you."
While Freddy snarled at her, everyone took in her costume with mixed feelings. Basically, it was the same as Elliot's, but feminised.
"You're Supergirl!?" Kirsty smiled, though she had to elbow Pinhead in the stomach for staring at her legs. Because, yes, Supergirl, unlike her cousin Superman, doesn't wear tights. She just wears the shortest red mini skirt going!
"Yes, and I'm very glad I'm not the only one wearing a Superhero costume tonight." LJ said, wiping her sweaty brow. "I would have looked majorly stupid then."
"Oh, so that would have been no change." Freddy muttered, but unfortunately LJ heard him.
"Don't make me heat vision your ass, Krueger!" the young manager sneered, making Freddy grumble.
"Well, it would appear that the theme for this club tonight is indeed Superheroes amongst some of us." Pinhead pointed. "Which is just as well, as I have the greatest costume of all."
At that moment, everyone in the room was intrigued and staring to our Cenobite friend, who at that very precise moment tore at his shirt and pulled it open, revealing beneath it a dark grey lycra top with the symbol for Leviathan spread across his chest. Kirsty watched on, and so did the rest of the girls, trying not to faint as he tore away the last of his shirt and pants and revealed his full costume. Unlike Superman's which was bright and jolly, this was all black and grey with the exception of his utility belt and a diamond symbol across his chest which was yellow gold. He had a neat flowing black cape which swayed to the side in the slight breeze which whistled in and a pair of black thick knee length boots. Oh and did I also mention that he was wearing tights? And underpanty thingys over the tights?
Oh yes, our swoonworthy already Pinhead was dressed as a SUPERHERO! But what kind of Superhero?
In the meanwhile, Freddy, who was highly amused, eyed his tights. "Who the hell are you meant to be?" he asked with a grin, while Kirsty, Angelique, Lilith and every lady there just simply...gawked and drooled. Even Joey! Poor Elliot didn't even stand a chance, even as Superman, against his more sexier Cenobite counterpart in lycra and tights. Pinhead didn't even need fake muscles with the suit, as he was naturally buffed up to completely fill it.
Pinhead decided to emulate this so called Superhero stance by placing his hands upon his hips. "I...am PainMan!" he proclaimed with pride, the wind seemingly working in time so perfectly by oddly blowing in and wafting his cape more.
Freddy raised an eyebrow. "Pain...man?"
Everyone suddenly burst into laughter, making Pinhead frown.
"What is so amusing about that?"
Freddy ceased his violent giggling long enough to ask, "Who the hell is Pain in the Ass...er..I mean PainMan?"
Pinhead stood upright in a proud stance. "My very own, from my imagination, creative superhero alter ego. Got a problem with that?! At least I have an imagination and am not scared to dress as so!"
"I think he looks sexy!" Kirsty purred.
"YOU would!" Freddy grumbled.
"Can we just get on with the party already!? Fuck's sake!" Chucky shouted, eager to get wasted.
"Couldn't agree more!" Freddy said, shooting off to the bar along with Chucky.
While everyone wandered off to mingle, eat, drink, get pissed, dance, play silly party games and just indulge in small talk, Kirsty and Pinhead remained and eyed the other hungrily. "Ah, Kirsty...I know what you are thinking." Pinhead purred seductively.
"Oh yeah, I'm thinking super sex all night long!" Kirsty cooed back, grinding into him.
"Indeed." Pinhead smiled perversely. "But for now, we must join in with the-"
RIIIIIIPPPPPP!
Pinhead's eyes widened and Kirsty's mouth formed an 'O' when both realized that something was not quite right with Pinhead's own made Superhero Halloween costume when he had tried to lean over and grab something. Much was evident when the Cenobite turned around and all one could see when they lifted the cape was...a huge split in his over-under panty things, showing beneath his tidy whities for boxers!
Unfortunately, so had everyone else!
"Buwahahahahahahahahaha!" Freddy burst into laughter when he realised what had happened. Everyone else began laughing too. "Holy pants splitting power, PainMan!" the dream demon quipped, making Pinhead flush and run off, with Kirsty in pursuit.
Oh what a great start to the party!
Elsewhere, Ethan's Costume Shoppe...
Elsewhere, in the very costume shop to be precise, the middle-aged salt and pepper haired owner - the one the gang said was called Ethan, closed up his shop for the night and walked calmly to the back room where there before his very eyes was a great statue. One so named the Statue of Janus. A Roman Goddess.
And in the language of Latin, he began to chant to this very statue. Since I am not fluent in Latin, I cannot write exactly what he's saying. But let's just say...this Latin chant would have serious dire, and hilarious in this case, consequences for those who were dressed in the costumes he sold earlier that day...
To Be Continued...