A/N - I know Halloween was weeks ago, but I couldn't help but want to post this special that we wrote in 2014. We'll most likely be writing a fresh special for next year. In the meantime, enjoy. And let us know what you think. Christmas is just around the corner so expect the next lot of specials after this to be on the Holly Jolly side. And we have quite a few specials lined up set during the festive season. ;) Thanks for reading. - Laura
Halloween 2014: Part 1
Tonight was the night when spooks and goblins come out to play...and a bunch of monster club members had to get their kids ready to go trick or treating. Despite the gang's previous mishaps on Halloween night over the last few years, their children were adamant in going out with their favourite costumes and collecting candy from their neighbours.
The argument was that they have strange things happen to them most of the time anyway, so it wasn't like they were cursed on just this one night alone. Needy even claimed Halloween seemed to be a lucky night for her; it probably helped that her boyfriend was none other than Michael Myers.
So Kirsty wanted to do everything in her power to make sure that nothing could possibly go wrong for the gang, especially her four little angels. She loved seeing their excitement build as the night got closer and closer, the dark creeping in and the first trick or treaters walking down the streets...or at least they would, if Freddy and Chucky weren't trying to teach the pups how to toss eggs at anyone that walked by. Ginger and Tiffany were not amused one bit by their respective husbands' antics.
At least for night, Kirsty was determined to keep a vigilant eye on everyone, making sure that no spells or curses were going to be cast, no ancient evil books would be recited, and that no one would be wearing any bewitched costumes.
But first, they would need to find the right costumes to wear. So, Pinhead and Kirsty were at their home, helping PJ, Aeryn, Ashley and their baby son to find the right costumes to wear. It was tricky, as they would constantly change their minds over what costumes they would like to wear over and over again, leaving Pinhead and Kirsty very frustrated at times.
Eventually, the twin sisters picked out the perfect costumes. With Aeryn dressed up as the Snow Queen, Elsa, and Ashley filling in as the sister, Anna, Kirsty squeezed her hands together and tried to stop herself from squealing at the adorableness of her two little girls. The dresses and their braided hair resembled the characters from the film perfectly.
Keeping in with the Frozen-themed costumes with her children, baby Cotton-Totec was dressed as Olaf, the comic relief snowman, and if you believed the twins looked ever so adorable dressed as Elsa and Anna, well - it took a lot for the Cotton mother to stop herself from rolling around the floor in tears and screaming with cuteness overload at seeing her youngest son dressed as the snowman from her kids' favourite movie.
PJ, on the other hand, was a little tougher to get into a costume. What do you expect from the eldest child?
He wandered around the house, with his father shadowing him and offering a few suggestions, none of which seemed to satisfy the boy. "Let us start from the beginning," Pinhead sighed. "Would you prefer something comedic, or scary?"
"Scary! I want to go scary this year!" PJ told his father firmly. "I want to be the scariest kid in the world tonight! But I don't know what the scariest costume is!"
Pinhead stroked his chin and pondered, trying to think of what his son would consider scary, while also having a unique costume which stood out from the rest. There would be so many kids with different, varying costumes; Pinhead knew that his son would have to wear something that most kids wouldn't normally consider when having the choice. It was zombies, vampires or superheroes that were quite popular nowadays.
Then, Pinhead clicked his fingers as an idea emerged in his head. "I have the perfect costume for you, my son! Just wait here!" he told PJ before dashing out of the room to look for Kirsty. Upon entering the living room, he saw Aeryn and Ashley in their respective Elsa and Anna costumes, sitting patiently on the sofa, and the baby toddling nearby in his Olaf suit.
As with his human wife, it took him a lot to hold back a squeal of delight at seeing his little princesses and youngest son dressed up in such a cute fashion. Normally, he wouldn't be as sentimental over human traditions and customs. However, he took exception where it concerned his children...his daughters in particular.
He gave a brief nod of approval over the costumes his little girls were wearing before straightening himself up.
"Where is your mother, dears?" Pinhead asked them, smiling down at them sweetly.
"She went upstairs to get her costume, daddy!" his eldest, Aeryn, answered.
Pinhead nodded and then hurried up the stairs toward his and Kirsty's bedroom. Whilst he thought about the costume he knew to get for PJ, he then thought of what costume Kirsty was trying on. He didn't know what she was going to be going as she refused to give anything away, so it left him curious. But he couldn't ponder on that for long, for when he opened the door and was about to tell Kirsty of his plan for getting PJ a costume...he was left gob-smacked by Kirsty's attire.
Kirsty nearly leapt out of her skin when she heard the door open suddenly and feared that one of her children had barged in, but her mood softened when she saw it was only her husband. It didn't take a genius to figure out that Pinhead was becoming quite flustered as he continued to stare at Kirsty in her costume.
Noticing this, Kirsty decided to tease him and play along. "What do you think, babe? Like my suit?" she said sexily as she turned to face him, revealing a full-frontal view of her in an incredible Black Widow costume.
"It's...uh...very...flattering." Pinhead gulped, trying to divert his eyes away from Kirsty's...front section, as her suit wasn't quite zipped up all the way, showing off quite a bit of cleavage. It was tempting him. She was so breath-taking that he completely forgot about the whole reason he came up to the bedroom to talk with her.
Kirsty smirked with glee and advanced on the bashful Cenobite. "Will you help with my front zip?" she asked mischievously. She now stood just a few inches in front of him, giving him a good sight to show off.
"Um...of course." he whimpered as he raised his trembling hands, fingers reaching to help with her zipper. His fingers pinched the little metal piece yet he remained still for a few seconds, trying to fight back the urge to yank the zipper down instead of up. Kirsty saw the shaking, blushing Prince of Pain and teased a little further by moving closer to him, showing off more and more to him...
Then, like a Jack-in-the-box, the head of their daughter's little pet bunny popped out from between Kirsty's breasts, causing Pinhead to shriek and jump backwards in surprise. He was never one to scare easily with jumps like that, but it definitely shocked him after becoming so wrapped up in...admiring Kirsty's costume.
Kirsty huffed, both annoyed that her moment with Pinhead was interrupted, and from seeing the familiar fluffy face poking out from her cleavage. "I should have known." she groaned whilst picking the cute rabbit up and placing him back on the ground, letting him hop towards the door.
Just as he hopped out of the bedroom door, PJ came running in. "Dad! What about my costume?"
"Hm?" Pinhead was still trying to calm himself after that jump scare. If Freddy or Chucky ever found out that a rabbit nearly gave him a heart attack like that, they'd never let him live it down. Now that he was no longer basking in Kirsty's seductive beauty, he finally remembered what he wanted to talk with her about in the first place. He turned to Kirsty. "Oh yes. You and the girls can go and meet with the others. I'm taking PJ to the store to buy a costume."
"Have you got an idea?" Kirsty asked.
"Indeed. His costume will be legendary, even in-"
"Dad!" PJ interrupted his father by yanking on his arm and pulling him out of the bedroom. "The store will be closed soon!"
"Oh, yes. Of course. Let's go."
Later that night…
"Hey, Kirsty!" Tiffany called out to her friend, beckoning her and the children over as she stood outside the club. Kirsty and her daughters, and not forgetting the baby, hurried over, taking a moment to try and recognise her under all the make-up, as Tiffany was some kind of zombie maid. "Wow, don't you look like a million bucks!" she said, admiring Kirsty's attire.
"Thanks, you look amazing tonight as well." She looked around Tiffany. "So where's Chucky? I would like to keep my eye on him tonight! We don't want a repeat of the pumpkin incident."
Tiffany rolled her eyes. "He and Freddy went somewhere. They said that they wanted to make a big entrance that was worthy of their costumes, whatever that means." She then finally noticed Aeryn, Ashley and the baby in their costumes, and immediately cooed and placed her hands together. "Oh my gosh, they look so adorable!"
"I know." Kirsty said proudly. But before she could thank Tiffany for the compliments, she noticed that her friend's face didn't look as pleasant as her tone would suggest. "What's wrong?"
Tiffany bit her lip and fidgeted on the spot. "Well...you see...when I went to get a costume for my kids, getting one for Glen was easy. He picked out a really nice pirate costume. But getting one for Glenda was a bit more difficult. All they had was sexy stuff! Sexy nurse, sexy fire-woman, sexy police officer, sexy swamp monster, all that stuff. And the only costume they had that was just normal, was..."
She never got a chance to finish her sentence, as Glen, Glenda and little Charlie appeared from behind their mother. As Tiffany said, Glen had come in full pirate get-up, with the hat, the boots and a trench coat, complete with eye patch going across his face. He even had a fake beard and moustache to complete the scoundrel look. Charlie was dressed as his own father, which was eerily cute. As for Glenda, let's just say she wasn't happy when she saw Aeryn's Elsa dress.
"Hey, you copied me!" she accused at the Cotton-Totec child.
"What? No, I didn't! You probably copied me!" Aeryn shouted back as the two girls stared off at each other, their Elsa costumes fluttering in the cool autumn breeze.
"Oh dear." Kirsty mumbled and Tiffany nodded in agreement.
"Hello!"
At that moment, Elliot and Joey approached them, with little William stumbling about while holding his mother's hand. It was bad enough that he had only just learnt to walk a year or so before, but having to be stuck in a giant tomato costume probably didn't help either. Elliot had decided to go with his old army uniform, wanting to feel a little nostalgic for this night. Joey had come with a magnificent red hood and cloak covering her, and was holding an empty picnic basket the hand that wasn't holding little William's.
Seeing the little blue-eyed boy waddle close-by in a cute costume that may have been two sizes too big, and especially when their youngest two together joined William made Kirsty and Tiffany sigh happily, overloaded with cuteness. "He looks so adorable!" Kirsty squealed.
"He does! And so do yours. I love the Elsa and Anna costumes." Joey replied.
"Yeah," Tiffany said awkwardly. "They weren't meant to have the same costume."
"Oh, well it shouldn't matter," Elliot said. "There are so many children out trick or treating tonight and I can bet you anything a small few of them would be wearing the same costumes. You shouldn't let it get you down. Each child really look lovely in their own ways."
Kirsty smiled gratefully at Elliot's sweet words. "You know, you're absolutely right. As long as only two of our kids have the same costume, it's not that bad..." She then felt someone tap her on the shoulder. She turned and saw a grim expression fall on Tiffany's face, before the zombie maid pointed to the side, signalling for Kirsty to look, and once she did, the anger began to boil inside her again. "OH...HELL...NO!"
"Is there a problem?" Angelique muttered with a sting in her voice. While she had decided not to come in costume for tonight, her daughter Angel was wearing a very familiar-looking ice blue Disney Princess outfit.
And boy was Kirsty not happy!
"Why? Of all the costumes, why did you pick that one for her?" Kirsty questioned.
"It was all they had in store."
"Well...find another store and get another costume. We already have two girls with Elsa costumes."
"Not my problem." Angelique said while eyeing up Kirsty's costume and smirking. "And what are you supposed to be? Fifty Shades of Slut!"
Kirsty shook with the mounting anger, and balled her fists at her sides.
"Oh, you are asking for it now, princess!" Mrs Totec threatened.
Before things had a chance to escalate out of control between the two women, they all heard someone else approach them. Kirsty looked toward the direction of the noise. As it got closer, it sounded like a stampede as dozens of little paws padding along concrete. But when she caught sight of what was coming towards them, Kirsty's jaw dropped. "You've got to be kidding me..."
Ginger had arrived, and with the litter in tow. The boys consisted of all different kinds of costumes; Killer had come as a boxer, Buster was a fireman, Bruno had a Darth Vader costume on, Buddy had a dog suit on, Brutus looked like an alien robot, and Freddy Jnr was the time-traveller, Doc Brown. Though it was the girls that made Kirsty look on in disbelief, because Buffy, Candy and Chase were all dressed as Elsa, while Kyla, Lady and Frederica were Anna.
Kirsty walked over to Ginger. "Let me guess, they were the only costumes they had in store?''
"Yeah, why?" Ginger asked, and then saw the other little girls in the group who all wore either Elsa or Anna costumes. "Oh."
"Is there anyone who didn't dress up as Elsa or Anna?" Kirsty called out.
"WHHATTZUUUPPP!"
That sudden and familiar obnoxious call made everyone in the group stop what they were doing and they looked over in the direction of the entrance. They all stared astonished at Ghostface, but none of them knew quite how to react to the country-music lover's costume choice.
It was finally Kirsty who worked up the courage to ask. "Ghostface...why are you dressed as Elsa from Frozen?"
Yes. Instead of his usual black cloak with white mask, Ghostface wore a flowing, ice blue gown that glittered like falling snowflakes over his usual dark shroud.
It was an awkward moment to say the least. They were aware the guy was batshit insane, but...to wear a Disney Princess costume? They never really saw that coming in all honestly and that was the truth.
"I felt like rocking the Disney Princess look tonight, and it was the only costume they had in store." Ghostface called out proudly whilst doing a twirl. "Speaking of..." From out of nowhere, he pulled out his old reliable banjo. "Who wants to hear some Disney songs?"
"Yeah!" all the children screamed with glee.
"No!" all the adults shouted.
Thankfully for the adults, Ghostface wouldn't get the chance to pop out a country-fied Disney song, as smoke began to fill the area, clouding it like fog over a graveyard. Everyone looked on, curious as to what was happening.
They didn't have to wait long, as from out of the fog, Pinhead approached. "Everyone, may I present to you, my son!"
He took a step to the side, revealing a shadowy figure hidden within the fog. The gang looked on, trying to make out what PJ was wearing and what he looked like, however, the fog was too thick and the anticipation among them grew increasingly with every passing second. PJ took his sweet time, one slow step after the other, really getting wrapped up in the scary tension that he was building, loving his monster-like role that kept everyone on edge.
Soon enough, he leapt out of the fog into full view of the group, letting out a bellowing roar in the hopes of scaring some people. Everyone jumped back with surprise as PJ's costume was unlike anything they had seen before. The little boy wore something that seemed to resemble a scarecrow. With a farmer's shirt and dungarees, straw poking out from all angles, it seemed to glow with an orange aura. But it was his mask that got the most attention. It almost seemed sentient and real, with jagged teeth and empty eyes, it looked more like an actual face then a mask.
The scary figure didn't stay scary for long, as seeing everyone frightened by his costume, PJ danced with excitement. "Yeah! I did it! I scared everyone! This is the best costume ever!"
Pinhead nodded proudly as Kirsty approached her son with an air of caution. "PJ? Baby is that you?"
"Yeah mom! You like my costume? Dad got it for me, and Grandpa Leviathan made it extra special so that I could be more scary!" He then dashed off to talk with the other kids in the group, who were all star-struck by his incredible costume and mask.
Now that the two were alone, Kirsty nudged Pinhead's shoulder firmly, getting his full attention. "What does PJ mean by extra special?"
"Well, you see, PJ and I entered into a store where I happened to find a well-made scarecrow costume. Our son seemed to enjoy it just fine, but I felt it could have been so much more. I felt that his costume could truly become a sight unlike any other with a little bit of help, so I called upon Leviathan to make his costume more terrifying and life-like until the night is over. After that, the costume would revert back to normal."
"And Leviathan did as you wished? Just like that?"
Pinhead hesitated to answer right away, as if afraid that his master was listening in at that moment. Eventually, he leaned in closer and whispered in her ear. "He would only accept if I gifted him some candy that our children will no doubt pick up tonight. It turns out our God has quite the sweet tooth."
Kirsty couldn't stop the burst of laughter that escaped her mouth. "Wow! I did not know that! Next you'll be telling me he cried when watching Titanic!"
"I can assure you he did not!" Pinhead responded firmly. He kept his mouth shut, afraid to reveal any more of Leviathan's dirty secrets. But he couldn't resist Kirsty's continual questioning gaze at him. "Okay...he may have whimpered a little when watching Homeward Bound. You did not hear that from me though."
"My lips are sealed." Kirsty winked while tying to suppress her laughter. It was hard to imagine the great floaty diamond God Leviathan looking down upon a TV screen with his booming voice crying out whilst he watched a sad movie.
Wanting to change the subject, Pinhead spoke. "I must also mention that in the girl's costume section in the store, all they had-"
"Were Elsa and Anna costumes?"
"How did you know?" he inquired.
Kirsty pointed toward the rest of the gang, and it finally registered in Pinhead's mind that all the little girls in the group had Elsa and Anna costumes. He had been so preoccupied with giving his son a dramatic entrance to show off his costume, he didn't even realize it at first...then he noticed that one of the adults also had an Elsa costume, and his eyes nearly bulged out of his head when he saw who it was.
"Is that Ghostface?" Pinhead inquired slowly.
"Yep." Kirsty responded in a deadpan tone. She then noticed that her husband was missing something very important for such an important night. "Didn't you get yourself a costume?"
"Pardon?" Pinhead murmured. Then he noticed his wife was staring quizzically toward his normal every-day white shirt and dark jeans. "Oh no, I decided not to. I don't feel the need to dress up in unusual attire tonight. I merely went to the store to get PJ a costume, and not for myself. This is a night for the children after all."
Before Kirsty could question further about her husband's lack of costume and the fact that he almost seemed shifty as if he were hiding something, a noise started to grow in the distance. Faint at first, it became louder and louder to the point where everyone stopped what they were doing and listened in on the sound, trying to figure out exactly what it was. It didn't take that long though, as they figured it was the unquestionable sound of the infamous James Bond theme, playing out in the distance.
No one was sure what this all meant, as the theme music became near-deafening to the point where everyone rushed to cover their children's' ears...which was quite the problem for Ginger, as she tried to huddle all the cubs together to protect them from the ear deafening sound.
Eventually the music ceased, and in its place was the sound of someone walking. Each footstep echoed into the night. The group turned one by one toward the direction of the noise and saw two figures approach. One average sized, while the other only came up to knee height, and each wearing vastly different attire to the other.
The taller figure wore only a white vest, the burnt flesh of his arms showing, while on both hands he wore a glove that each had three extended claws. A cigar was lit and perched in his mouth, and he also wore excessively hairy sideburns along the length of his cheeks. It was none other than Freddy Krueger dressed as the Marvel hard man mutant, Wolverine.
While the smaller figure was dressed very smartly in a fine Tuxedo, and carrying a small pistol that looked more like a children's water squirter than a real weapon. His red hair was gelled and slicked back in an attempt to look smooth and cool. That is until just before he and his partner in crime could approach the bewildered group Freddy couldn't resist sticking out a leg which tripped the little guy up.
As expected, Chucky's moment of coolness was destroyed as the doll went flying across the floor.
"What the fuck?" Chucky yelled at the sniggering Freddy.
"Nice work, superspy!" Freddy taunted.
"It was going just fine until you put your big feet in the way. You're just jealous that I have a better costume than you.''
Freddy cackled. "Seriously? Bitch please. You look like one of those boyfriend dolls that go with a dress-up Barbie!"
"At least I put effort into mine. You just found some old vest and stuck that on, and then you took out a couple of knives from your gloves. You're getting lazy, my friend."
"It's not laziness; it's called artistic license."
Hearing their argument and Freddy's comeback prompted Pinhead to facepalm heavily before calling out to them. "That is not how you use the term, 'artistic license', Frederick."
The two of them would have continued with their banter and squabbling for they knew they now had an audience to impress with their costumes. And as if nothing had happened between them just a few seconds before, they posed back to back with their arms folded, trying their best to look their parts. "So what do you think?" Chucky asked confidently.
"Did we bring the style, or what?" Freddy continued with just as much sureness.
No one in the group was sure how to respond. While they at least got the right costumes and looked to have made some attempt to be in character, their bamboozling entrance and argument had left them all rendered speechless.
Freddy took this as a good sign. "See! We're so good they can't even form a coherent response. Damn, we're awesome!"
"Just remember it was my theme song that set the mood." Chucky said.
Freddy looked at him with a smirk. "You mean just before you fell face first into the dirt?"
Chucky glared at the dream killer. "You say one more about that, and I'm going to take one of those knives of yours, and shove it so far up your ass your cigar will get cut to ribbons between your very teeth."
The dream demon didn't look at all fazed by the doll's threats. Instead, he showed off his claws. "At least my weapons are real, unlike that little squirt gun you've got."
"It was the only thing they had left in the store! If I found a real one, I would have used it on the manager who tried to make me a mannequin and pose in those stupid Frozen costumes!"
Chucky then took the water gun from his holster...
"Besides, I can still do this with it!"
...And then proceeded to whack it hard against Freddy's shin.
He yelled out through the pain rippling through his shins, and before long the two started to get into brawl, throwing punches and kicks at each other. Chucky even managed to use his water gun on Freddy a couple of times, not that it did any actual damage.
If the group was left befuddled by the two before, then they were utterly bemused to the point you would have to think up a new word to describe their feelings. Not even two minutes into their Halloween night, and Freddy and Chucky were already going at each other's throats. Literally.
"Well, this night is off to a terrific start." Joey commented sarcastically while picking up and holding little Will close to her.
As the wrestling match between Freddy and Chucky continued, Pinhead turned to Kirsty to get her attention. "I'll handle this."
"Are you sure you don't need any help?" Kirsty asked, cracking her knuckles. "I can intimidate them."
"It's no trouble; I will take care of this. You just wait back here while I get them to calm down." Pinhead said, believing himself to be in full control of the situation. He marched toward the two buffoons who were still brawling like there was no tomorrow. The Cenobite made sure to keep his distance, while still being close enough for the two of them to hear. "Will the pair of you stop this nonsense at once!"
His demands fell on deaf ears though, as there was no sign of Freddy or Chucky stopping any time soon.
With his patience wearing thin, Pinhead took another step closer. "If neither of you stop with this pointless banter right now and our children miss out on a fun night, then I swear to both of you your suffering-"
He didn't get far with his threats though, as Freddy and Chucky were too deep in the heat of their fight one of Freddy's flying claws snagged onto Pinhead's shirt and pulled him in. He yelped as he was now dragged into the fight as well.
Freddy and Chucky didn't slow down with their scuffle, even with Pinhead now tangled in the mess, and with the Cenobite now getting slaps and kicks, and even a few shots of Chucky's water pistol to the face. His arms whipped all over the place, trying to grab the pair and stop them from causing any major damage to each other, or even himself.
Kirsty watched on helplessly as her husband was caught in the middle of the cartoonish battle. Despite all the weird things she'd seen in her life, seeing Pinhead getting into a fight with Freddy and Chucky, who were dressed up as Wolverine and James Bond, with a water pistol being one of the main weapons, this was one of the weirdest sights she'd ever witnessed.
She was about to jump into action to help her hubby when she felt two hands grip her arms; it was none other than Tiffany and Ginger who held her back.
"Relax, girlfriend, we got this." Ginger said.
"Don't worry yourself, sweetface. They'll pay for this." Tiffany smiled sweetly.
Immediately, the two ladies stormed over to their fighting husbands. Both were completely unfazed by the battle going on, and they stood on either side with Tiffany taking the left and Ginger on the right. They effortlessly swung their arms and grabbed their respective other, yanking them violently away from each other.
"We've had a lot of experience doing this." Ginger said while she held Freddy back, and Tiffany did the same with Chucky, holding the squirming little doll in her arms.
In the middle of the pair, a battered and ragged Pinhead quickly rose to his feet. He cleared his throat and patted himself down, trying to regain his composure and making certain his shirt hadn't acquired any rips or tears. "Thank you, ladies. I had the situation under control, but I appreciate the assistance."
"I'D APPRECIATE YOU BITCHES LETTING US THE FUCK GO!" Chucky screamed, trying to pull himself free of Tiffany's grasp which was not an easy task.
"Will you both stop!" Tiffany roared. "You're acting more like children than the actual children! Do you see them getting into fights over little things like-" She pointed in the direction of where she thought Glen and Glenda were both standing. But the siblings weren't there.
Everyone in the group looked around for the little ones, only to come to a shocking realisation.
"Where are the children?" Kirsty shouted in horror, realizing all the children in the group were gone without a trace. Except the babies and toddlers. "PJ? Ashley? Aeryn? Come out sweeties. This isn't funny!"
Ginger rushed away in a wolf-like manner to search for her little bundles of joy, and while in the process, forgetting she was still holding a battered Freddy. She let him fall to the ground when she realised she was holding on to him. The dream demon groaned in pain and rubbed his sore head, whilst picking himself up off the ground and scanning the area for any sign of the kids. But he did not have any luck.
"Where did they go?" Ginger gasped.
"They must have wandered off whilst we weren't looking." Elliot said. "We were so distracted by-"
"BY YOU TWO!" Kirsty screamed at Freddy and Chucky.
"Oh come on, woman!" Freddy moaned. "When is there ever going to be a time you don't blame us for something?"
But Kirsty was in no mood to argue. Instead of answering back she advanced on the pair, bearing her fists. It was bad enough when she was mad any other time, but in her Black Widow costume, she looked beyond intimidating. Enough so that Freddy and Chucky both cowered away from her and into each other, fearing the beating that she was about to lay upon them.
Before she could do anything brutal to them both, she was held back by the comforting arms of Pinhead. "Kirsty, this is no time for that...you may do it later, after we find our children."
The sound of an amused snort came from Angelique, and the group turned to face the princess who was too busy, yet again, filing her precious nails. "They must have all gotten bored by your delays. My little Angel, on the other hand, would never leave without my notic-" She stopped mid-sentence when she looked down to her side, expecting to see her little girl standing beside her. But like the other children, she was nowhere to be seen. "Angel? Angel!?" she screamed, crying out for her daughter. But she got no response. "Where did so go? Where is she?"
It almost shocked everyone to see Angelique become this hysterical and show concern for a child so far she hadn't shown much affection for. She would usually keep to herself, and the most emotion many people would see her express is of lust when trying to woo or seduce Pinhead.
But wow, this was a turn out for the books.
Even Pinhead was showing concern over little Angel, like an uncle would a niece.
"We'll find them," Kirsty addressed the group. "All of them. They couldn't have gotten far. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I think Angelique is right. They must have wandered off to go trick or treating because they couldn't wait for us."
"That's not going to make things any easier," Chucky said. "There's going to be hundreds of kids dressed up tonight, and I'm willing to bet anyone a thousand bucks that all the little girls are dressed up as Elsa and Anna. Anyone want to wager?"
Pinhead glared down at Chucky. "We have no time for bets. Our children are missing, and we have to find them now!"
"Relax! Freddy smirked. "With my boys leading the group, our kids should be just fine."
"What makes you believe your children are leading the group?" Pinhead asked folding his arms.
"Well, they all got the leadership gene from me, obviously." Freddy huffed.
"Good thing they didn't get the idiot gene from you." Chucky mumbled under his breath.
"Hold on a second, Frederick. I would like to believe that my PJ would be the leader of our children. Not to mention that Aeryn is smart, and Ashley is compassionate."
Freddy chuckled. "No offence to your kids, but mine are that bit tougher and smarter."
Pinhead's eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. "Excuse me, that is offensive to my children!"
Chucky stood in between them. "Hold your horses, bitches. My Glenda has got more balls than all of your kids combined!"
"What about Glen?" Tiffany called out.
"Huh? Oh yeah, I'm sure Glen is-"
"EXCUSE ME!" Kirsty shouted, causing everyone in the group to go silent and stare at her. "We have our kids to find and all you can do is fight over who's the best leader! Ugh! Pathetic. Let's go!"
Joey rushed over to Elliot with concern plastered all over her face. "Oh Elly, what if we don't find our little Will? He could be out there cold and hungry and-"
"Honey, you have William in your arms."
Joey took her eyes off Elliot and looked downwards to see her excited little bundle of joy, wrapped up protectively in his mother's arms, wearing his cute tomato costume and smiling up at her. "Oh yeah, sorry, I panicked there for a second." Joey said, smiling sheepishly.
Before they headed out to search, Ghostface raised his hand, holding his banjo hopefully. "While we're looking, can I-"
"NO!" everyone yelled at him, already knowing what he was going to ask before the words even left his mouth...or mask, in this case.
"Darn it." Ghostie muttered.
To Be Continued...
Part 2 coming up next.