To Maria: Hehe, I see you're still muchly eagar! Thanks as always, and I think you'll REALLY laugh at this chapter, after reading it sooo many times and correcting it, I couldn't possibly stop laughing. It gets very serious at the end of this chapter, and the next one. Three special visitors are going to pop up, very soon. Also, Creeper gets very hungry later on. :)
ToDarknessTakesOver: I'm glad you seem overall interested with the story. Always glad to have a new reader, afterall, my readers are my virtual family. :D Damnation from Hell, and it's confusing tunnels and labyrinths, always contact with the real world first, then slowly makes its way to other worlds as well. Afterall, Hell can be pretty busy at times. :) Feel free to read anytime, I will accept all that you have to offer.
WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS NOT FOR THE ONES WHO LAUGH REALLY HARD. :) Enjoy
"If only I wasn't so damn lazy."
I stared inside the fridge, hating my luck. It was practically empty, and the food that was inside, I didn't know how to fix.
Mom did the cooking.
Period.
I, I was just her amusing little sidekick, whom liked to eat her delicious artwork.
"I know, such a shame." Grinned PennyWise.
I didn't feel the need for cereal this morning. I wanted food. REAL food.
Today was Wednesday, and Tomorrow was, Thursday. My stomache seemed to hurt at the thought, as I closed the fridge door, giving up my search for food. Tomorrow, my brother and sister were coming home.
Man, were they going to be surprised.
I glanced at the killers, whom were talking about, Mike Tyson, whom had bitten his opponent's ear off, in boxing.
No way in Hell, did I want them to harm my family. My family was all I had, maybe except for the nosy neighbor next door, but I hardly even knew Riley.
Besides, something was off about the guy, he seemed to like coming over to see me.
"Well? What're you gonna eat?"
Asked Ghostface, causing everyone to look up from their conversation.
"No fucking idea." I sighed, deeply, jumping onto the counter.
I swung my legs over the side, pondering about my hunger.
"You should let me fix you dinner, Jennifer. You'd really enjoy my reciepes."
Smiled Hannibal, looking at me.
"Yeah, IF, she likes human carcass."
Snorted Creeper.
Leatherface borrowed Jason's chalkboard, writing on it.
"She would if she tried it. It's not half bad."
I shuddered slightly, at the thought.
"Are you three, cannibals or something?"
I asked, cocking an eyebrow.
They nodded.
"Um, sorry, but, I don't swing that way." I leaned back against the cabinets, shoving the disgusting thought aside as best as I could.
"Oh come on, even I've tried human pizza, before."
Jeered Freddy, tapping a sharp talon on the table.
"You look like a pizza."
Wrote Michael to Freddy.
Chucky grinned widely.
"A burnt one, at that."
They all started cracking up with laughter, except for Freddy, whom was fuming.
"Oh, so now you two are agreeing with each other, hmm? I hear wedding bells."
Freddy put his left hand up to his ear, cupping it, as if trying to hear the noise of bells in the distance. More laughter. Chucky and Michael glared at him.
"You know, that's a good idea."
I said, wanting some pizza right now.
Michael leaped out of his chair. Chucky jumped onto the table.
"WHAT!"
He threw his knife at me, which was hurtling through the air, as it came for my head.
"SHIT!"
I cried, jumping out of the way.
Michael also threw his knife, following closely after Chucky's. They both crashed into the sink with a loud, smash.
"GETTING MARRIED? YOU THINK THAT'S A GOOD IDEA!"
Screamed Chucky, his face turning a deep shade of red.
"NO!"
I shouted at the top of my lungs.
"I MEANT, GETTING SOME DAMN PIZZA!"
Everyone looked at the two enraged killers, looking to see what they'd do.
"Oh," Said Chucky, calming down, sitting back into his chair.
He then started grinning. "Whoops." I picked myself off of the floor, angry.
"What the fuck do you mean, WHOOPS? You also sliced off my fucking head!"
I yelled, fists clenched.
Michael also sat back down, looking blank.
"Sorry." He wrote.
I sighed, running my trembling fingers through my hair.
"Could you give us our knifes, back, Jen?"
Asked Chucky, smiling shyly.
I turned to the sink, picking up their knifves in each hand.
"Um,"
I looked at both of the blades, confused. They both looked exactly the same.
"Which one is which?"
Freddy, Creeper, Djinn, and PennyWise burst out laughing. Jason did a face palm. Chucky and Michael both looked equally puzzled.
"Ah, shit." Cursed Chucky, slamming his fist on the table.
I walked over anyway, setting their weapons down infront of them.
They both leaned forward, staring hard at the two blades. The look of Chucky's face, said that he didn't have one damn clue. I imagined Michael having the same look, if not for his mask covering his face.
"Well, while you two work on that, I'm ordering pizz-"
I stopped, giving myself a face palm.
"I forgot, the phone doesn't work anymore."
I glanced in Freddy's direction, whom grinned.
"Oh, did I do that? Oops."
I sighed, frustrated, leaning against the counter. Candyman looked puzzled, inspecting the phone. He held both pieces of cord in his hands.
"Frederick, was this really nessisary?"
He asked, looking in the dream demon's direction.
"Must'a been the alcohol."
He smirked.
Djinn rolled his eyes.
"You act as if it can't be fixed." He waved a hand, and the cord was instantly, in one piece.
"I'll never understand how the Hell you do that."
I murmured, going over to the phone, reaching for it. Djinn snatched the phone away, holding it back from me. "How do we know, you aren't going to call the police?" He questioned, glaring darkly at me.
"Because, I'm not dumb. You'd kill me in a heartbeat."
I rolled my eyes, placing a hand on my hip, sassily.
"Hm, maybe we have taught you well."
Smiled Pinhead, knowingly.
"I'm not buying, the tough girl act, so I'm dialing the number."
Sneered Creeper, grabbing the phone out of Djinn's hand. Djinn gave him an open glare of hatred, but Creeper ingored it.
"What place you want to call?"
He asked, index finger raised over the buttons.
"Little Ceasars."
I said.
"Really?"
Snorted Creeper.
"What! They have large pizzas for only five bucks!"
I protested, throwing my hands up.
"Oooh, look who's a tightass!" Laughed Freddy.
"I am not a tightass! I just barely have any money to pay them with, and I doubt that a bunch of undead demons would have cash on them. So, I have to be easy with what I go on!" I defended.
"Fair enough." Settled Hannibal, trying to keep the conversation from getting out of control.
"Alright, fine." Grinned Creeper, dialing the number without hesitation.
I frowned, wondering how he knew the number.
He handed me the phone, catching my look.
"What? You said, Little Ceasars, do I dialed it!"
I shook my head, taking the phone from him and held it up to my ear.
"How did you just know the number, by heart?"
I asked, my brow raising again.
"Who do you think, has been feeding me, while I was in damnation, unable to go anywhere? I have an employer under the table."
Hannibal seemed to think for a moment.
"Who would that be, Creeper? Todd Sweeny?"
I had no idea who the Hell, Todd Sweeny, was, but I didn't bother to ask.
Probably another cannibal.
I mused inside my head, waiting for the ringing to stop.
"Hi, thank you for calling, Little Ceasars, what would you like to order?" It was a male's voice, sounding really friendly.
"How'd you know it was, Todd?"
Blinked Creeper, tossing up a small smile of deadly teeth.
"Me and him go back." Explained Hannibal, smiling.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold on a second! Todd works at, Little Ceasars?"
Ghostface seemed utterly bewildered.
"Uh, yes, I'd like a large pizza, with extra cheese-Get olives!" Yelled Djinn, making a desperate hiss, in my direction.
I sent him a confused look.
"What? Olives? Good God man, how the fuck can you eat those?"
I cried, disgusted.
"Yeah, he's been working over there for two years now."
Replied Creeper.
"Fuck your olives, get some pepperonis."
Demanded PennyWise.
"Look, guys, I AM NOT getting olives OR pepp-Oh no, sorry, I'm talking to my roommates."
The worker on the phone was totally lost, asking me questions about the gibberish I was talking.
Jason suddenly wrote on his chalkboard, waving it around, in my direction.
"Tell them to get sardines."
Freddy sneered at Jason, flexing a razor at him.
"You know those are fish, right? They live in water. I thought you didn't like water, hockey puck?"
Jason's left eye twitched, and kept on twitching.
Freddy started laughing his head off. Michael patted his back, trying to calm him down, while sending a death glare at Freddy.
"No, I'd like a large, cheese pizza, EXTRA cheese, and-WHICH ONE IS IT?"
Screamed Chucky, leaning right over the two knifves infront of him. His eyes looked like they were going to pop of out his head.
"How the Hell did Todd, land that job? He could of got something, way better!"
Scoffed Ghostface.
I jammed the phone closer to my eardrum, pressing a hand over my other ear, straining to hear the poor guy. "LARGE. CHEESE. PIZZA."
I hollered to him, trying to talk over everyone.
"Get the damn olives!" Reminded Djinn.
"Pepperoni!" Shouted PennyWise, pounding a gloved fist on the table.
Djinn and PennyWise glared at each other.
"Olives."
"Pepperoni."
"Olives!"
"Pepperoni!"
"OLIVES!"
"PEPPERONI!"
They were both screaming at each other, agruing back and forth.
"I don't think Jason wants fish anymore."
Michael wrote to me.
"Actually, because of his background, Todd, had to work something out with the company. That was all that he could get for the moment."
Explained Hannibal to Ghostface.
"He went through Hell to get that job."
Grinned Creeper.
Freddy was still laughing his head off, slapping his knee.
"CHEESE PIZZA!"
I repeated, almost screaming on the phone.
"MA'AM, CALM DOWN! I CAN HEAR YOU JUST FINE!" Yelled the guy on the phone, trying to get my attention. "OLIV-PEPPERONI!"
Chucky began screaming, grabbing his head with both hands.
"THEY LOOK EXACTLY THE SAME, GODDAMNIT!"
Jason's eye was still twitching, still wigging out. Michael continued to try and calm him down.
"I WANT A FUCKING CHEESE PIZZA! LARGE! EXTRA CHEESE! NO OLIVES! NOO PEPPERONIS! JUST SOME DAMN CHEESE!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "
Just because he eats people, doesn't mean he should get a shitty job, at some shitty place."
Agrued Ghostface, throwing his hands up.
Lepercaun stared at everybody, not knowing what to think. Pinhead was smiling in the corner, highly amused by the situation. Candyman covered his ears, trying to knock the noise out of his head. Nobody seemed to hear the doorbell.
*DING DONG!*
"Well, it's not everyday you hire a cannibal to come into work."
Reasoned Creeper.
"It would be nice if they didn't have their regulations."
Agreed Hannibal.
"OLIVES!"
"PEPPERONIS"
"OLIVES!"
"PEPPERONIS!"
Freddy was still laughing, and if anything, his laughter had increased in volume.
Just then, Creeper sniffed the air, deeply. To my horror and to everyone's surprise, his face changed. It was like he had webbed gills of somekind, shooting up around his head, from his neck. The noise he let out, made everyone stop talking, looking at him. It was a inhuman roar, that was shrill and ear piercing, sounding like something out of Hell itself. He stopped, breathing heavily, glaring hungerily at the door. Everyone followed his glare of hunger, and soon heard the doorbell.
*DING DONG!*
Silence surrounded them, as the worker on the phone kept shouting and asking questions. A chill slid over my back, very slowly.
"MA'AM ARE YOU STILL THERE?"
I felt numb, as I nodded.
"Uh, yeah."
My voice was shaking.
"I would like to order now."
He finally calmed down, and asked me ever so slowly what I wanted to order.
"I would like a large, cheese pizza, but not just cheese. I would like it to have olives, pepperonis and," Jason suddenly wrote on his chalkboard, whom had finally calmed down.
"Hamburger."
I nodded at him, letting him know I saw it.
"Hamburger. I'd like to have it divided into those different pieces. Cheese, olives, pepperonis, and hamburger." I finally finished, still staring at the front door.
He asked me my address.
"36 7th Avenue." I whispered, loud enough for him to hear.
"Okay, we'll be right over, ma'am."
With that he hung up, probably glad to be rid of me.
I set the phone down, slowly, and glanced at Creeper. His gills had gone back under the folds of skin, in his neck. He was still glaring wide eyed at the door, his chest falling in a slow motion.
*DING DONG!*
I crept towards the door, having a sudden bad feeling.
Maybe it's Riley.
I hoped, but had a feeling I was wrong.
And I was.
Dead Wrong.