"Why the fuck should you care about him? He wants to go and do fuck
knows what to himself, good! Let him! It ain't bothering me!" cried a small
red headed doll as he threw a rock at a dead cockroach lying on its back.
It kicked its legs furiously until a large foot came down on it, releasing
a small crunching noise. The foot was that of Candyman's who thought it
would be best to put the cockroach to rest, not because he was a 'pussy' as
Freddy so lovingly put it earlier, but because he knew what it was like to
be stuck in between life and death and it wasn't a cheery thing. Better to
be dead than alive in such a state.
"Ruin my fun!" cried the doll, better known as Chucky.
"Shut up Chucky." Stated Candyman blankly as if he wasn't taking him seriously anyway. Chucky rolled his eyes and toddled off to the other side of the room to play with another half dead cockroach lying on its back.
"I do not think you need to put this upon yourself Candyman. If he chooses to shun his problems, then so be it. It is only he who suffers." Stated Pinhead who stood in the corner.
"If he ruins himself he ruins our order here. The system of killings would be destroyed and confusion will run a course!" cried Candyman, throwing his arms in the air.
"But this is not your problem to deal with, friend. It is his." Stated Pinhead blankly, watching Chuck from across the room kneel down to poke at the cockroach.
"But I worry about these things." Sighed Candyman. "If I am to bring a mate down here with me, I want everything to seem right in its natural and perfect running order."
"There is not natural or perfect running order." Said Pinhead standing up tall in front of Candyman. Candyman sighed again.
"I need to find him. I have to put some sense into his thick skull." With that comment, he left the room, passing the cold and silent body of Michael Myers who witnessed the whole conversation with no word or action at all.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Another drink?" asked a tall and very boney looking skeleton standing behind a bar. Freddy sat in front, his arms leaning on the table, head bent, 12 empty shot glasses sat around his arms.
"Same." Said Freddy softly, not wanting anything but another good hard drink.
The skeleton poured some clear liquid into the glass and placed it in front of Freddy's arms. He scooped up the glass and poured the liquid down his throat, before throwing the glass down as well as his head onto the table.
"Got problems?" asked the skeleton drying some glass mugs. "Need to talk?"
Freddy put on a face of pure disgust. "Fuck off." He stated.
"Mmkay!" said the skeleton unhurt. "I'll leave yer' alone then." He walked off to serve another customer.
Freddy continued wallowing in his own self pity. It was like he was being dropped hints, hints telling him it was all over, he was getting too old. Maybe it was his heart. It was already as dead as a door knob, but still, maybe it was a sign telling him to rest. Perhaps this killing spree was just a mid-life crisis, and now he was waking the hell up!
Freddy grumbled more to himself, not realizing the figure taking a seat next to him. It was Candyman.
"Knew I'd find an alcoholic bum like you here." Said Candyman, nodding at the skeleton bar tender to pass him a drink.
"Fu-ck... off..." said Freddy, stretching out his words drunkenly.
"You really are a happy camper." Came Candyman's reply as he gulped down his shot.
"Camper?" asked Freddy raising his head. "You want a camper, go talk to fucking Jason!"
"Don't take it literal you unsophisticated bastard." Was Candyman's reply as he ordered another drink.
"F....uck off..." grumbled Freddy one last time, putting his head back on the table.
"Listen, I'm not here to put up with your shit! I've dealt with it enough! All I am here to ask you is to watch yourself, be careful! If you get pains, sit the fuck down! Don't go causing more trouble than you are worth because if you mess up your part, you could mess up the rest of ours, understand?"
There was a long pause of silence before Freddy spoke up. Candyman did not remove his stare once.
"I rooted yer' mum last night" Freddy stated flatly. "She said I had the body of an acrobat... I never understood her fascination of hanging upside down during sex."
Candyman smacked Freddy hard on the back of his head before spinning around to take another shot.
"You're as dumb as a fucking door post."
"You smell." Said Freddy rolling his face on the table. Candyman rolled his eyes and sat ignoring Freddy, staring into oblivion.
More silence engulfed the two of them, until Freddy decided to break it.
"Fuck this shit, I'm going." He began to get up but Candyman pulled him back down.
"You are not well Freddy, how hard is it for you to understand that?"
"Get your hand off me!" growled Freddy, pushing him away. "It's over, done with! I've grown out of my mid-life crisis! I'm gone!"
"Mid-life whatsy now?" queried Candyman, refusing to let Freddy go alone.
"Fuck off!" cried Freddy, pushing Candyman off his seat and onto the floor. The room stopped their movement and speech, staring at the two as a brawl seemed about to happen.
Candyman stood up and dusted himself off, his face remaining its usual calm self. Freddy however, rolled his eyes and stormed out, not looking back.
"Let him go..." said the skeleton taking a hold of Candyman's sleeve. "He will work things out."
Candyman looked from the bar man to the door where Freddy once stormed out from. Something inside him told him, things were not going to be as easily worked out as he would have liked them to be.
"Ruin my fun!" cried the doll, better known as Chucky.
"Shut up Chucky." Stated Candyman blankly as if he wasn't taking him seriously anyway. Chucky rolled his eyes and toddled off to the other side of the room to play with another half dead cockroach lying on its back.
"I do not think you need to put this upon yourself Candyman. If he chooses to shun his problems, then so be it. It is only he who suffers." Stated Pinhead who stood in the corner.
"If he ruins himself he ruins our order here. The system of killings would be destroyed and confusion will run a course!" cried Candyman, throwing his arms in the air.
"But this is not your problem to deal with, friend. It is his." Stated Pinhead blankly, watching Chuck from across the room kneel down to poke at the cockroach.
"But I worry about these things." Sighed Candyman. "If I am to bring a mate down here with me, I want everything to seem right in its natural and perfect running order."
"There is not natural or perfect running order." Said Pinhead standing up tall in front of Candyman. Candyman sighed again.
"I need to find him. I have to put some sense into his thick skull." With that comment, he left the room, passing the cold and silent body of Michael Myers who witnessed the whole conversation with no word or action at all.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Another drink?" asked a tall and very boney looking skeleton standing behind a bar. Freddy sat in front, his arms leaning on the table, head bent, 12 empty shot glasses sat around his arms.
"Same." Said Freddy softly, not wanting anything but another good hard drink.
The skeleton poured some clear liquid into the glass and placed it in front of Freddy's arms. He scooped up the glass and poured the liquid down his throat, before throwing the glass down as well as his head onto the table.
"Got problems?" asked the skeleton drying some glass mugs. "Need to talk?"
Freddy put on a face of pure disgust. "Fuck off." He stated.
"Mmkay!" said the skeleton unhurt. "I'll leave yer' alone then." He walked off to serve another customer.
Freddy continued wallowing in his own self pity. It was like he was being dropped hints, hints telling him it was all over, he was getting too old. Maybe it was his heart. It was already as dead as a door knob, but still, maybe it was a sign telling him to rest. Perhaps this killing spree was just a mid-life crisis, and now he was waking the hell up!
Freddy grumbled more to himself, not realizing the figure taking a seat next to him. It was Candyman.
"Knew I'd find an alcoholic bum like you here." Said Candyman, nodding at the skeleton bar tender to pass him a drink.
"Fu-ck... off..." said Freddy, stretching out his words drunkenly.
"You really are a happy camper." Came Candyman's reply as he gulped down his shot.
"Camper?" asked Freddy raising his head. "You want a camper, go talk to fucking Jason!"
"Don't take it literal you unsophisticated bastard." Was Candyman's reply as he ordered another drink.
"F....uck off..." grumbled Freddy one last time, putting his head back on the table.
"Listen, I'm not here to put up with your shit! I've dealt with it enough! All I am here to ask you is to watch yourself, be careful! If you get pains, sit the fuck down! Don't go causing more trouble than you are worth because if you mess up your part, you could mess up the rest of ours, understand?"
There was a long pause of silence before Freddy spoke up. Candyman did not remove his stare once.
"I rooted yer' mum last night" Freddy stated flatly. "She said I had the body of an acrobat... I never understood her fascination of hanging upside down during sex."
Candyman smacked Freddy hard on the back of his head before spinning around to take another shot.
"You're as dumb as a fucking door post."
"You smell." Said Freddy rolling his face on the table. Candyman rolled his eyes and sat ignoring Freddy, staring into oblivion.
More silence engulfed the two of them, until Freddy decided to break it.
"Fuck this shit, I'm going." He began to get up but Candyman pulled him back down.
"You are not well Freddy, how hard is it for you to understand that?"
"Get your hand off me!" growled Freddy, pushing him away. "It's over, done with! I've grown out of my mid-life crisis! I'm gone!"
"Mid-life whatsy now?" queried Candyman, refusing to let Freddy go alone.
"Fuck off!" cried Freddy, pushing Candyman off his seat and onto the floor. The room stopped their movement and speech, staring at the two as a brawl seemed about to happen.
Candyman stood up and dusted himself off, his face remaining its usual calm self. Freddy however, rolled his eyes and stormed out, not looking back.
"Let him go..." said the skeleton taking a hold of Candyman's sleeve. "He will work things out."
Candyman looked from the bar man to the door where Freddy once stormed out from. Something inside him told him, things were not going to be as easily worked out as he would have liked them to be.