"Doctor, are you sure he will be alright?"
"I'm sure he will be just fine. Just give Mr Krueger a few more days of rest, he will be fit as a fiddle in no time!"
"Thank you doctor. And I do apologise for the soup incident."
The sound of a door being gently shut and light footsteps walking was all that rung through Freddy's ears. After his mild slip into unconsciousness, he awoke to the unpretty sight of a 60 or so year old bald man with thick black rimmed glasses staring over him, about an inch away from his face. Out of complete and total shock, Freddy had reached over, grabbed the mug of soup and threw the now cold soup over the hideous alien face staring over him much too close for comfort. Luckily for him, the incident was let go with a light hearted laugh from the doctor as he patted Freddy on the head like he was a 5 year old child. Freddy still felt dirty from such an act.
A slight tapping at the door awoke Freddy from his state of awe as the door slowly opened to reveal the happy and innocent face of Loretta.
"Fred, sweety, how are you feeling?" she asked in a gentle motherly tone.
Freddy shrugged, still confused, mumbling something incoherent. Loretta smiled and entered the room, gently shutting the door behind her and taking a seat on the bed. Freddy just stared at her, waiting for some form of movement or speech. Whether it be to scold him for throwing the soup on the doctor, or even if she suddenly pulled out a hoola hoop of fire and began jumping through it. Anything could at least give him some knowledge of where he was, why he was there and what had been going on before he had woken up the first time.
"It's quite funny," Loretta started with a small laugh. "When I saw you throw the soup on Doctor Lance, I couldn't help but feel that my Fred was coming back." She smiled softly to him.
"Coming back?" asked Freddy, the fear or speaking now leaving him. "Coming back from where? Where have I been?"
Loretta sighed gently. "The doctors at the hospital said your memory might never be the same." She played with the sheets under her fingers, twisting them into knots before pulling at them hard and letting out a loud cry.
"Oh, why couldn't they have signed those papers properly?! Then he would have never been released and the parents wouldn't have had to come for him!" Tears began to fall freely down her cheeks, her hands moved up fast to cover her weeping eyes.
"Well..." she sniffed. "I guess he finally got what he deserved. But it shouldn't have been at the expense of harming another life... an INNOCENT one!" She began to sob hard again.
Freddy sat dumbstruck. Who did what, when and how now? What was this woman going on about?
Finally, after about another minute of sobs and tears, Loretta calmed herself, wiping the last remaining drops of her sorrow. She swallowed hard, a pathetic smile appearing on her face trying to cover her pain.
"Well, the important thing is you survived. And I won't ever let anything else bad like that happen to you. Never... now you get some rest dear. I'll wake you when dinner is ready." She stood up and made her way to the door. Freddy jumped in bed.
"Wait! What were you saying before? Finish it! I don't under-"
The door was shut and all that could be heard were small footsteps fading away from the door.
* * * * * * * * * *
"What do you mean you haven't seen him?!" roared Candyman. "Do you have ANY idea how important this is?"
Jason shrugged. Candyman sighed.
'Why didn't I just lock that bastard in a room and throw away the key while I had the chance?"
"You do realize yelling at a mute will get you absolutely nowhere." stated Chucky in a state of boredom, sitting on the ground.
"Oh, I know. I'm just practicing for future cases." Candyman fiddled with his coat.
Jason shrugged. Chucky mumbled.
"Freddy is such a..." started Candyman.
"-retard of a man who smells like burnt toast and looks to have small genitalia?" asked Chucky not looking up.
"I was thinking more along the lines of fool." Said Candyman. "I don't generally think about the size of his... we'll end that conversation there."
Jason shrugged his shoulders.
"What's the deal anyway?" queried Chucky. "Why are YOU so worked up about Freddy?"
Candyman fell silent, as if going into a trance. Chucky watched, waiting for some form of movement or speech.
"I long for the touch of a woman's hand upon my own. The desire to live in this place of sin, against all holy ethics, with a mate of whom I will connect with, whom will bring me pure bliss and happiness and I do the same for her." Candyman cleared his throat. "Everything has a set running order. The living have a set running order, as do the dead, as do the vengeful and spiteful- the souls of the restless who will not find peace until they have blown out the flame lit under them giving them the need, the hunger, the power to take the life of a living being. Unknown to many including yourself, we have a set running order, what we are experiencing right here, right now. No matter how confusing and nonsensical it may seem, we all have a place doing what we are doing."
Candyman paused. Chucky glared at him in suspense.
"SO?!" he yelled.
Candyman took a deep breath before erupting. "That fool of a man has a duty and with him leaving like this, he is screwing everything up for the rest of us! If I am to bring a mate here, I want to bring her to a world with a set running order, everything working perfectly and in time! And with him gone, everything is not working perfectly or in time! That's why he keeps coming back from the dead! That's why he has the capability to resurrect himself! Because he has a duty to continue and with him leaving us hanging high and dry now, he is messing everything up for the rest of us!"
Candyman cleared his throat, straightening himself up and fixing any messed area of clothing. Chucky snorted loudly and burst into laughter.
Candyman glared at him. "And WHAT is so funny, doll?"
Candyman shot glances between Jason and Chucky.
Jason shrugged.
Chucky snorted.
"You sound a little obsessive, don't you think? It's not like its really going to matter!"
"You have no idea!" growled Candyman. Chucky lowered his boisterous laughter to a mere chuckle.
"And how do you know all this, eh?" asked Chucky raising an eyebrow.
Candyman sighed, frustrated. "Never mind."
Chucky shrugged his shoulders, turning his attention away from Candyman to something else. "Meh, I doubt I would be really interested anyway."
"You may be interested to know that Freddy has returned."
Candyman, Chucky and Jason all turned to see Michael Myers standing in a dark corner.
"Bullshit! He did not say that!" said Chucky pointing his finger towards the shape.
"No, but I did Mr Ray." Came Pinhead's voice from behind Michael, as he appeared almost magically behind from the shadows.
"Now that makes a little more sense." Chucky stated to himself.
"What do you mean he has returned?" asked Candyman taking a step forward.
"What did your ears perceive it to mean?" questioned Pinhead.
Candyman opened his mouth to speak, before shutting it confused.
"Well, where is he now?" asked Candyman, neglecting the last question.
"He has left." Stated Pinhead plainly.
"He what?! You just said he had returned!" cried Candyman.
"Yes, I did, but he has left again." Stated Pinhead again.
"Then why.... ARGH! Never mind! Where was he seen?" asked Candyman, almost ripping out his little tiny spikes of hair.
"1428 Elm." Came Pinhead's calm reply.
Without any word or notice, Candyman left the room.
"What's his problem?" asked Chucky rolling his eyes.
Suddenly, Michael Myers turned his head fast as if sensing something. He spun his body around and walked out of the room leaving Jason, Pinhead and Chucky.
"What's HIS problem?" asked Chucky again.
Jason shrugged. Pinhead blinked.
Thank you all for your reviews! I thought I'd just post this up now cuz I'm hoping to write another chapter tonight because its Friday and I don't have anything else to do, but yay! Thank you thank you thank you to everyone! Mwah! By the way, I just want to have a whinge about my school. The computers in the library are so dumb and stupid! I try and get on fanfiction.net and it comes up saying its an inappropriate site! ARGH! Stupid school education board and their damn opinions! Anyway, ciao!
"I'm sure he will be just fine. Just give Mr Krueger a few more days of rest, he will be fit as a fiddle in no time!"
"Thank you doctor. And I do apologise for the soup incident."
The sound of a door being gently shut and light footsteps walking was all that rung through Freddy's ears. After his mild slip into unconsciousness, he awoke to the unpretty sight of a 60 or so year old bald man with thick black rimmed glasses staring over him, about an inch away from his face. Out of complete and total shock, Freddy had reached over, grabbed the mug of soup and threw the now cold soup over the hideous alien face staring over him much too close for comfort. Luckily for him, the incident was let go with a light hearted laugh from the doctor as he patted Freddy on the head like he was a 5 year old child. Freddy still felt dirty from such an act.
A slight tapping at the door awoke Freddy from his state of awe as the door slowly opened to reveal the happy and innocent face of Loretta.
"Fred, sweety, how are you feeling?" she asked in a gentle motherly tone.
Freddy shrugged, still confused, mumbling something incoherent. Loretta smiled and entered the room, gently shutting the door behind her and taking a seat on the bed. Freddy just stared at her, waiting for some form of movement or speech. Whether it be to scold him for throwing the soup on the doctor, or even if she suddenly pulled out a hoola hoop of fire and began jumping through it. Anything could at least give him some knowledge of where he was, why he was there and what had been going on before he had woken up the first time.
"It's quite funny," Loretta started with a small laugh. "When I saw you throw the soup on Doctor Lance, I couldn't help but feel that my Fred was coming back." She smiled softly to him.
"Coming back?" asked Freddy, the fear or speaking now leaving him. "Coming back from where? Where have I been?"
Loretta sighed gently. "The doctors at the hospital said your memory might never be the same." She played with the sheets under her fingers, twisting them into knots before pulling at them hard and letting out a loud cry.
"Oh, why couldn't they have signed those papers properly?! Then he would have never been released and the parents wouldn't have had to come for him!" Tears began to fall freely down her cheeks, her hands moved up fast to cover her weeping eyes.
"Well..." she sniffed. "I guess he finally got what he deserved. But it shouldn't have been at the expense of harming another life... an INNOCENT one!" She began to sob hard again.
Freddy sat dumbstruck. Who did what, when and how now? What was this woman going on about?
Finally, after about another minute of sobs and tears, Loretta calmed herself, wiping the last remaining drops of her sorrow. She swallowed hard, a pathetic smile appearing on her face trying to cover her pain.
"Well, the important thing is you survived. And I won't ever let anything else bad like that happen to you. Never... now you get some rest dear. I'll wake you when dinner is ready." She stood up and made her way to the door. Freddy jumped in bed.
"Wait! What were you saying before? Finish it! I don't under-"
The door was shut and all that could be heard were small footsteps fading away from the door.
* * * * * * * * * *
"What do you mean you haven't seen him?!" roared Candyman. "Do you have ANY idea how important this is?"
Jason shrugged. Candyman sighed.
'Why didn't I just lock that bastard in a room and throw away the key while I had the chance?"
"You do realize yelling at a mute will get you absolutely nowhere." stated Chucky in a state of boredom, sitting on the ground.
"Oh, I know. I'm just practicing for future cases." Candyman fiddled with his coat.
Jason shrugged. Chucky mumbled.
"Freddy is such a..." started Candyman.
"-retard of a man who smells like burnt toast and looks to have small genitalia?" asked Chucky not looking up.
"I was thinking more along the lines of fool." Said Candyman. "I don't generally think about the size of his... we'll end that conversation there."
Jason shrugged his shoulders.
"What's the deal anyway?" queried Chucky. "Why are YOU so worked up about Freddy?"
Candyman fell silent, as if going into a trance. Chucky watched, waiting for some form of movement or speech.
"I long for the touch of a woman's hand upon my own. The desire to live in this place of sin, against all holy ethics, with a mate of whom I will connect with, whom will bring me pure bliss and happiness and I do the same for her." Candyman cleared his throat. "Everything has a set running order. The living have a set running order, as do the dead, as do the vengeful and spiteful- the souls of the restless who will not find peace until they have blown out the flame lit under them giving them the need, the hunger, the power to take the life of a living being. Unknown to many including yourself, we have a set running order, what we are experiencing right here, right now. No matter how confusing and nonsensical it may seem, we all have a place doing what we are doing."
Candyman paused. Chucky glared at him in suspense.
"SO?!" he yelled.
Candyman took a deep breath before erupting. "That fool of a man has a duty and with him leaving like this, he is screwing everything up for the rest of us! If I am to bring a mate here, I want to bring her to a world with a set running order, everything working perfectly and in time! And with him gone, everything is not working perfectly or in time! That's why he keeps coming back from the dead! That's why he has the capability to resurrect himself! Because he has a duty to continue and with him leaving us hanging high and dry now, he is messing everything up for the rest of us!"
Candyman cleared his throat, straightening himself up and fixing any messed area of clothing. Chucky snorted loudly and burst into laughter.
Candyman glared at him. "And WHAT is so funny, doll?"
Candyman shot glances between Jason and Chucky.
Jason shrugged.
Chucky snorted.
"You sound a little obsessive, don't you think? It's not like its really going to matter!"
"You have no idea!" growled Candyman. Chucky lowered his boisterous laughter to a mere chuckle.
"And how do you know all this, eh?" asked Chucky raising an eyebrow.
Candyman sighed, frustrated. "Never mind."
Chucky shrugged his shoulders, turning his attention away from Candyman to something else. "Meh, I doubt I would be really interested anyway."
"You may be interested to know that Freddy has returned."
Candyman, Chucky and Jason all turned to see Michael Myers standing in a dark corner.
"Bullshit! He did not say that!" said Chucky pointing his finger towards the shape.
"No, but I did Mr Ray." Came Pinhead's voice from behind Michael, as he appeared almost magically behind from the shadows.
"Now that makes a little more sense." Chucky stated to himself.
"What do you mean he has returned?" asked Candyman taking a step forward.
"What did your ears perceive it to mean?" questioned Pinhead.
Candyman opened his mouth to speak, before shutting it confused.
"Well, where is he now?" asked Candyman, neglecting the last question.
"He has left." Stated Pinhead plainly.
"He what?! You just said he had returned!" cried Candyman.
"Yes, I did, but he has left again." Stated Pinhead again.
"Then why.... ARGH! Never mind! Where was he seen?" asked Candyman, almost ripping out his little tiny spikes of hair.
"1428 Elm." Came Pinhead's calm reply.
Without any word or notice, Candyman left the room.
"What's his problem?" asked Chucky rolling his eyes.
Suddenly, Michael Myers turned his head fast as if sensing something. He spun his body around and walked out of the room leaving Jason, Pinhead and Chucky.
"What's HIS problem?" asked Chucky again.
Jason shrugged. Pinhead blinked.
Thank you all for your reviews! I thought I'd just post this up now cuz I'm hoping to write another chapter tonight because its Friday and I don't have anything else to do, but yay! Thank you thank you thank you to everyone! Mwah! By the way, I just want to have a whinge about my school. The computers in the library are so dumb and stupid! I try and get on fanfiction.net and it comes up saying its an inappropriate site! ARGH! Stupid school education board and their damn opinions! Anyway, ciao!