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~*BACKSTAGE*~
"FRED-RICK!" Pinhead yelled, splitting Freddy's name in two.
"Yes, Oh gracious, Prince of Pain? Whatever is it that you desire?" Freddy mocked, giving a slight bow.
"That is The Dark Prince of Pain to you, and don't you forget it Mister Man!"
"Mister Man?" Chucky asked, nearly choking on his bottled water in the process.
Freddy stared at Pinhead in a strange half amused way.
"Elliot? Why did you call me that?"
"Because He loves you Fredrick, and he wants you Fredrick..." Chucky started chanting.
"Oh, yes, I love you Fredrick, Marry me...You know I want you to." Pinhead intoned sarcastically.
"If only you were serious! You just know I'd take you up on that offer." Freddy stated in a high pitched girly voice, both hands over his heart.
"I know you would Fredrick, but really, I'm not like that..." Pinhead stopped to catch his breath.
"Why not Elliot? Fredrica could keep you company, Do your bidding for you, and even wash and iron your favorite dresses..."
Everyone except Pinhead laughed at the new comer's joke...
"Good one Tiffany!" Chucky snickered.
"It is a kilt! For the love of Lucifer, get it through your thick skulls!" Pinhead shrieked an octave louder than usual.
"And your trying to pass off, as a straight guy?" Chucky's son, Glen, wondered out loud, sending everyone into hysterics again.
"Oh your a fine one to talk Mister, I'm-a-guy-who-likes to-wear-Mommy's-clothes-makeup-and-matching-accessories!"
"Only a gay guy would add in matching accessories, Elliot." Freddy pointed out.
Glen gazed at Tiffany before running off to cry alone some where.
Tiffany turned to lock Pinhead in the most menacing stare she could.
Pinhead gulped involuntarily.
Tiffany flashed a cruel smile.
"Elliot, please step over here into the darkest part of the stage, so I may have a (Violent, and Brutal!) word with you..."
Tiffany threw an apologetic glance toward Glen, who was just hovering behind a door.
"Don't worry Sweetface, I'll be right back..."
Pinhead looked at Chucky for some sort of saving grace...
He stared at him critically.
Tiffany commenced the beat down on Elliot, who immediately called for the Chatterer as back-up to help.
A minute left until show time.
Elliot was still squalling for help.
"A minute left...should we help him?" Freddy wondered out loud.
"Naw, Tiff can take care of him. Do you think I should go check on Glen though?" Chucky asked, Blue crystalline eyes wide with concern for his son/daughter.
"No need Dad. I'm right here." Glen chirped happily.
"All right then..."
Freddy cut in.
"I'm sorry about Elliot, he's a certified Jerk..."
"Okay, now you sound like your married." Chucky sneered returning to his chant.
Tiffany abruptly showed up three seconds later.
"I took care of him! Oh Charles, you'd be so proud!"
Chucky's expression was thoughtful.
"I always am."
There was the disgusting sound of lips smacking together, which ultimately, was Tiffany and Chucky kissing.
Glen turned to Freddy and began to fake vomit.
Freddy shook his head, yeah, it was.
Pinhead interrupted.
"Let's go. Show time."
Everyone, yet again, burst into laughter.
Pinhead was wearing a mini kilt.
"Oh my..."
Freddy couldn't resist.
"Nice legs Elliot! You are working that mini kilt!"
More laughter.
Pinhead breezed onto the stage as Chucky and Freddy made their way back toward their seats, turning to wave at Chucky's family.
Tiffany motioned for them to look at the back of Pinhead's kilt.
His undies were exposed and along the seat read: 'One Sexy Cenobite'
They grinned at their secret knowledge and began formulating a plan.
