I've been dead for a while... hrmmm... resurrection can be a bitch! Well I am back and with a vengeance! Lol ummm enjoy And once again, thank you all for reviewing! It means a lot :)

Freddy stared at the mirror before him. This definitely wasn't something you saw everyday, more like something you would see in some sort of sadistic horror movie. But his curiosity got the better of him, and Freddy walked up to the mirror, lightly tracing his fingers over one of the letters of the message that had been written across his mirror. The letter was still wet and Freddy pulled his hand back to stare at his now red- stained fingers. Was this... blood? Fresh blood?
Freddy's eyes quickly averted from his fingers and up to the mirror. The shock had hit him, and he couldn't help but read what had been written, out loud. It was like a poem.

"And in the night, he screamed her name
They screamed at him back like some sort of game.
She peered at him through tears in her eyes
And cursed her father for his damned lies.
As a reminder of their last embrace
She held a mirror up to her face.
She cried for him, the future deceased
As all the bees were then released.
They forgot the images as best as they could
Yet forget his name, they never would..."

Freddy's eyes trailed down to the last few lines, saying them out loud.

"Candyman
Candyman
Candyman
Candyman..."

Freddy's head jerked around fast. For a minute he thought he had heard something, but found himself to wrapped up in his current discovery to care. He turned back around to see the red writing had now crusted over into a dark, black mould. He lifted up his hand and peered down at his fingers. The red staining them before had also encrusted over with the black crust and now he was rubbing his fingers against his thumb, causing the black crust to crumble and fall to the ground.
Another noise caused Freddy to twist his head back around. It almost sounded like there was some sort of flying bug in the room which was making noises with its wings as it flew, sounding similar to a bumble fly, or bumble bee.
Freddy's eyes scanned back over the lines of the poem.
"As all the bees were then released?" he said again softly. "Bees?"
Another soft and quick noise caught Freddy's attention. He quickly turned his head again, trying to see if it really was a bee or just another figment of his over-active imagination.
Nothing. Freddy turned back around again and sighed. He was so lost, so confused. Something was definitely happening to him, but he just didn't know what. He couldn't speak to Loretta about it, she would just say it was part of the side effects of his accidents. But it was something more, something mentally wrong. Freddy leant his arms on the sink and looked down.
The cast on his leg. He had completely forgotten about it, almost like it was never there. Nor had he questioned Loretta.
Freddy was suddenly pulled from his state when he felt something come up in his chest. He groaned sickly as he turned and fell to his knees by the toilet, bringing up vile from his empty stomach. He closed his eyes tightly. He felt like utter shit, he was so messed up and worried about things that he could barely compute what was going on, let alone having the thoughts of the bloodied message on his mirror sink into his skull.
"You always were such a thick-headed fool." A small voice in his head spoke to him. "A real unsophisticated bastard."
Freddy groaned one more time, standing up and flushing the toilet before turning back around to the mirror. The blood had completely dried over, yet Freddy was too out of it to care. He simply washed his face, and glanced one more time at the mirror.
"See ya' later Candyman." Said Freddy, rolling his eyes at those words. He would deal with the 'mirror messages' later when he was in a more right mind.

Chucky grumbled to himself. Everyone had gone off to start "Operation: Save Fuck Face" as he so lovingly referred to it by, and of course, he had now been left alone and wasn't going to be resurrected until last. Technically, there was no other way to bring him through until everyone else was able to do their part, but still Chucky found himself bored shitless and thought of nothing better to do than sulk.
It appeared that his love of half dead cockroach tormenting had dissolved with the loss of said cockroaches, and now all he could do was throw stones at nothing in particular. Chucky sighed again releasing a grumble under his breath as he sat down and began playing with his pants leg. Everything was so silent; deafening even. Chucky couldn't help but let his mind wander back to the days when he was big bad Charles Lee Ray, serial killer and feared by all. Then that stupid shoot up when that bastard ex-friend of his decided to piss off with the van not bothering to take him along. But of course, in the end Chucky got his own. And a damn good one at that!
Something stirred in the room causing Chucky to look up from where he was sitting. At first he thought of it as nothing, but when another noise was heard, he couldn't help but jump up.
"Who's there?" he asked loudly. Although he couldn't help but tremble a little, he couldn't show it. After all, he had a reputation to hold as the bad ass doll of the group who didn't take shit from anyone!
"Fine! Fuck you!" he called out, turning his back and pretending he didn't care. He just hoped that whoever it was couldn't see him slowly peeking over his shoulder to see if anyone would come out whilst he had his back turned.
A few minutes went by, and once again Chucky had been engulfed in silence. In case of emergencies including him having to jump to attention fast, Chucky stayed standing and began kicking stones and gravel around, scraping his feet as he wandered just so he could have some form of noise in his mind to prevent him from going mad, and also just to make sure he wasn't going deaf.
If it were possible to surpass boredom, Chucky would have done so now a record amount of times. He had nothing better to do than sigh constantly and wait until one of those bastards would come and get him out of there.
"La, la, chitty chitty bang bang!" Chucky sung softly to himself. "Dum-diddy-dum-dum! Chitty chitty bang bang!"
A quick and sudden screech from behind stole the focus and attention of Chucky, causing him to spin fast in fear to see what was behind.
"If you guys are trying to fucking scare me, you've got another thing coming to you!" Chucky cried, now getting rather frustrated and angry.
"Oh please, almighty doll! Do show me!" came a voice.
Chucky froze in fear. He didn't recognize this voice, nor did he know how to respond to it.
"What did Andy do? Rip out your tongue?" the voice hissed causing a shiver to run up Chucky's plastic spine.
"Or was it Tiffany huh? You let a plastic bitch run your life like that! No wonder everyone left you!"
Chucky felt his plastic boil (or melt so to speak), and he couldn't control himself. "Are you going to come out or keep hiding you scared little fuck?!"
"Scared? Little?" the voice asked mockingly. "You stupid plastic bastard. Turn around."
Chucky felt his knees weaken. This psycho guy... was behind him? What was he to do? He couldn't show his fear, what if this was all just some stupid joke by Candyman as pay back? Maybe it was all Pinhead's idea in payment for getting that rock stuck between his pins. No matter who it was, Chucky could only hope it was one of them as he slowly turned to see the possessor of the voice.
"Hello dolly." The man grinned. Chucky's eyes widened.
"Freddy?" he said softly, before allowing the burning anger inside to be released. "You fucking asshole! I swear I am going to kill you, you burnt fuck! Don't you realise that everyone is out looking for you? Or is this all some stupid pathetic attempt at getting back at me for some stupid shit? You know what, I don't care! Fuck you all, I'm going!"
Chucky spun around to leave until he found himself dangling by one foot upside down.
"Hello dolly." The man repeated, sneering at Chucky. Chucky lashed out, kicking, screaming and punching, yet finding it all to be in vain.
"Frisky little fella' aren't we?" laughed the man. "I definitely understand now why Freddy hated you so much."
Chucky paused his swings. "You're not... Freddy?" he asked softly, unaware if he spoken loud enough to be heard by the Freddy-look-alike. Apparently however, he had been heard.
"Obviously not dolly. What once was... now has died. Say hello to Teddy..."
"TEDDY!?" screamed Chucky. Where had he heard that name before... where?
"WOAH! YOU'RE THE FREDDY IMPERSONATOR?" screamed Chucky in shock once again. Teddy cringed.
"I'd shut my mouth if I was you DOLL! I'm no impersonator, I am the real deal." Teddy growled, but Chucky couldn't help but laugh.
"You are such a loser man! I mean, honestly, why the hell, of all the bad guys IN hell, what the fuck possessed you into wanting to COPY that burnt mofo FREDDY!"
Teddy growled again, feeling the anger surge through his burnt veins. He threw his arm back and powerfully hurled Chucky into a sidewall. The impact of his body against the cement wall released an uncomforting crunch, and all Chucky was left to do was to slide down the wall and land into a heaped bunch.
Chucky moaned painfully, trying his best to get back up until he felt a heavy weight on his back pushing him down hard onto the ground. Chucky roared in pain as the boot began twisting and grinding into his plastic back.
"What's wrong DOLL?" cried Teddy sadistically, emphasizing on the 'doll' part. He then rose his foot and began stomping Chucky's small back, releasing painful gurgles and cries. Teddy, laughing maniacally, swung his leg back and kicked Chucky to the next wall. When Chucky landed, Teddy raised his hand, flicking his wrist causing Chucky to go up in flames on his back. Chucky screamed in pain, jumping up and down trying to put the flame out. He could feel his plastic melting in a mess of flames and fire.
Chucky collapsed back to the ground again, roaring his loudest pain- filled roar, before he felt the flame go out. Chucky, not daring to look up to see his tormentor, closed his eyes tightly awaiting his next torture. Instead, he heard a deep and anger filled growl.
"Who invited you?" Teddy asked, his voice deep and intimidating.
"The question can be returned." Came another voice. Upon hearing the voice, Chucky threw open his eye lids and turned, an uncontrollable grin spreading across his face to see none other than Pinhead.
"A man in a dress aye? That really doesn't tickle my fancy if you know what I mean." Grunted Teddy glaring daggers at the Cenobite. Pinhead returned no such glare, instead a rusted hooked chain threw out from across the room towards Teddy's head.
Teddy, using his fast reflexes, ducked just in time but not in time enough to save his hat as the chain pierced through it and dug into the cement wall behind him.
Teddy grunted. "Sticks and stones may break my bones..." he started.
"But whips and chains excite me." Concluded Pinhead with no emotion at all, releasing another handful of rusted chains in Teddy's direction. Teddy was able to duck and squirm his way free from a majority of the chains, but was still subject to one through his right shoulder and another through his left knee. Teddy growled, bending down in attempts to pry the things out of him, until he heard one last metal clink of a chain and quickly looked up just in time to receive a thick, bulky and extra rusted chain through his throat. A hose of blood squirted out the back of his neck, drenching the wall in thick, sticky goo.
A still pained Chucky got to his feet and began cheering. "Take that you ugly burnt face wannabe!" he cried, flipping him the double bird.
Pinhead made no sudden movements, instead awaiting for Teddy's next move. Teddy was powerful, and Pinhead knew it. And a few chains through his body weren't going to do much harm. Not in this realm anyway.
And Pinhead was right. Teddy proceeded to laugh a sickening laugh, before raising his undamaged arm in Chucky's direction and once again with the flick of a wrist, Chucky's body was cut up into several pieces. Chucky let a pain filled scream as Teddy's body shattered like a stone being thrown through a glass window. Pinhead just stared, unmoving, waiting for the next time he would face up against this Teddy.
"Ow, this hurts! This hurts! It HURTS!" screeched Chucky. Pinhead, now seeming to be out of his trance, turned to the doll and stared once again.
"Don't just fucking look at me damnit! FIX ME!" retaliated an angry little Chucky to the glaring Cenobite.
Pinhead let out a small sigh, and whispered to himself, unheard of by Chucky. "Bloody doll..."
"PINNY!!!" Chucky let out another wail as Pinhead turned to begin the resurrection of 'the doll'.