Cenobite Warrior: Holiday Specials
Disclaimer: I own nothing, but my OC characters. Any other characters, items or otherwise written in this fic belong to their creators. I would do a list, but that would take up the whole fic.
Note: Hey everyone, really sorry about the delay with this fic, been busy with University work among other things. So, as some of you might know, the world supposedly ends on December 21st 2012. This might not count as a holiday, but I figured that I might as well have a chapter based around this day. So hope you enjoy.
The End of the World
There was nothing but a dim light hanging from the ceiling that kept this dusty and messy bunker room from disappearing into absolute darkness. Shelves were stacked with cans of food, bottles of water and every other essential that would help one to survive the apocalypse. In fact, this was actually a bunker that was built specifically for that reason, to survive the dreaded day that has been feared since the Internet made it popular…December 21st 2012!
Meanwhile, in the centre of the room, sitting beside a small desk table with nothing but a broken television to show, were two very different people having a little spat.
''Pinhead I keep telling you I'm sorry!'' Buster Daniels, the Cenobite Warrior, tried to apologise once more.
Pinhead however, was having none of it. His arms folded and his facial expressions emphasising his frustration at the boy. ''I can't believe you went and destroyed the only form of entertainment we have in this claustrophobic space! How can one be so excited about something they would crush the television by hugging it?''
''They announced there would be more Star Wars films!'' Buster replied as if it was an obvious response.
''Well what good does that news do, when the world as we know will cease to exist within a few hours?''
When the reality of the situation hit him, Buster's eyes watered tremendously. ''No more Star Wars films?'' He whimpered. ''No more films at all? But there's still so many awesome ones coming out that we won't get to see!''
Hearing this, Pinhead couldn't help but crack a sly grin, because although a part of him was upset about all the potentially good films that could be made, the world ending means he'll be one of the few big slashers to not have a possibly bad remake about him. But seeing the poor state Buster was in right now, he didn't have the cold heart to rub it in his face. ''Just try to think of the positives…they may be limited but try to think of some.''
Rubbing his eyes dry, Buster started rocking about in his seat. ''So how does the world as we know it actually end? Alien invasion? Zombie invasion? Boy-band fan-girl invasion?'' He shuddered at the last option. ''The Mayans weren't very specific when they predicted doomsday.''
''I'm not sure myself Buster, but this bunker should keep us protected for at least a few moons.''
''How did we come across this bunker in the first place?'' Buster asked.
''It was an old bunker that my comrades and I used to fight in the war when I was human.''
''Wow, no wonder it's so dusty.''
Pinhead's eyes darted from side to side and a small sweat drop formed on his head. ''Yeah, it was dusty back then as well. But still, the memories of those days are like a cherished old photo, and these surroundings bring about so many emotions. It was here that I once dreamed of being an actor.''
Buster's eyebrows shot up hearing this, and a big grin formed on his face. ''Cool, you wanted to be an actor?''
''Yes, I was supposedly a professional. Of course though, the war came first…then the box…then my rule as Cenobite leader…''
''And many years later you met me!''
Through gritted teeth, Pinhead forced delight. ''Indeed, and what a highlight in my existence that has been.''
Not noticing the sarcasm in his words, Buster continued to tap in hands on the table in rhythm, trying to keep his mind occupied. ''You know, never really had that much thought of what I wanted to be when I grew up. I just knew I wanted to do something that was good and helped the world. Then I became the Cenobite Warrior, evil Slasher fighter. Funny how life turns out huh?''
''Amusing.'' Pinhead drowsed before getting up from his seat. ''I'm going to have something to eat.''
The next few seconds of silence were interrupted as Buster let out an ear-bursting scream. ''We still don't know what happened to the others! Lindsey, Simon, Zeke and the others! We lost them in that crowd of end-of-the world angry mobster's!''
''Buster, that was a crowd of Christmas shoppers!'' Pinhead corrected as he reached for a tin of food.
''Oh yeah,'' Buster chuckled lightly. ''It's funny, Simon always compared Christmas shopping to the end of the world…'' This time, it was Pinhead's scream that filled the airs of the cabin as the Prince of Pain grabbed Buster by the shoulders and dragged him over to the shelves. ''Buster, how do you explain this?'' He then proceeded to show Buster the empty food can in his hand. ''What? You said you wanted food cans!''
''Did you make sure there was actual food in the cans?''
…
…
…
''Oh.'' Buster said simply.
Pinhead's face wrinkled in rage, his grip on Buster tightening as in his other hand, chains started to coil around it and take the shape of a boxing glove. ''Your suffering will be legendary!''
''Hey, hey Pinhead just calm down! There might be something else in here we can eat…'' As soon as Buster said those words, he would regret them. The longer Pinhead stared at the boy, his eyes seem to grow with hunger, and his lips grew moist. Suddenly, the boxing glove shaped chains took on another shape…that of a knife and a fork. Buster gulped heavily and attempted a smile to calm his roommate down. ''I'm half-Cenobite, so technically this would make you a cannibal.''
''Well as humans say…no one is perfect!'' He raised his weapons, ready to strike and turn the Cenobite Warrior into his next meal. Buster was ready to defend himself; he never imagined things would turn out this way. Just when all hope seemed lost though, a brilliant light emanating from the front of the bunker blinded them. Taking a few seconds to adjust to the brightness, they were confronted by a figure standing at the entrance with a stern expression on his face, and posture that said oh brother…and with good reason.
''Buster what are you doing down here?'' Simon questioned. ''Mum and dad have been calling you for days, and I need someone to put up the Christmas decorations because I can't be bothered to do it!''
Confusion turned to elation quickly for Buster, as the tears and smile returned to him. ''Simon, you're alive!''
''Of course, why wouldn't I be?''
''Well you know with the whole end-of-the-world thing.''
The older brother placed his face in his palm and sighed heavily. ''Don't tell me you actually believed that stupid Mayan prophecy?''
Before Buster could answer, Pinhead had a question of his own. ''What is with the past tense?'' He didn't need the answer from Simon though, as the pieces started to fit together into his brain and his glare returned to Buster. ''You did remember to update the calendar did you?''
''I thought you said you were going to do it?'' Buster responded. ''Hold on, so today is…''
Simon cut in. ''Today is December 22nd! Your 'end-of-the-world' happened yesterday…and nothing happened! Now get your butt out of here and help me with the decorations, oh and Pinhead, Kirsty said she's been looking for you. Something about you attending to her desires, whatever that means.'' He mumbled before walking away and leaving the two alone again.
With this mess all sorted out, the two were now let in an awkward situation, especially with how things were going before Simon barged in. Rubbing the back of his neck, Pinhead stressed out. ''Buster, I have to apologise for my behaviour a moment ago.''
Buster simply shrugged his shoulders. ''Don't worry about it. I probably would have done the same thing.''
''Really?''
''Well, probably not…'' Buster then reached into his pocket and pulled out something. ''I had this in my pocket anyway, want a bite?''
Now it was Pinhead's turn to face palm. ''All this time you had food with you! And I nearly…'' His aggression and bemusement evaporated as soon as it appeared as he quietly walked out of the bunker. ''Let's just put this whole fiasco behind us. We are both still here and can move on with our lives, and that is the important thing.''
''Hey you want to have a sleepover with me in this bunker next week?'' Buster asked like an excited little kid, but Pinhead had already dashed out of the room before he could get an answer.
At that moment, Buster's best friend Zeke burst into the bunker. ''Hey Buster, check out what I bought while Christmas shopping, a brand new Mayan calendar!'' He then holds up what looked like an ancient tablet with inscriptions written all around.
''Wow cool!''
''I know! And the best part is that unlike other calendars, I don't have to replace this one for another 2,012 years!''
''Hey that reminds me!'' Buster then shouted. ''Rurrlock, you forgot to write this year's Halloween special!''
The End!