"Oh, so all of you are the, Cleaning Crew, now em?"
Taughted Freddy, watching as his companions swing the garbage bags next to the trashcan, which was overflowing.
"No, it's just, I wouldn't want Alysson and Max to see what Creeper did to their playmate's mother." Defended Hannibal, dusting himself off.
"I don't even think Alysson knows what blood is."
Agreed Candyman, thoughtfully.
"She will soon enough, being around us."
Ghostface snorted.
Freddy examined his talons, thinking about it.
"How innocent."
He chuckled, darkly.
"Besides, I thought, Jennifer was supposed to clean the house." Reminded Freddy, raising a non-existant eyebrow.
"There's no way she would be able to clean up such a mess." Reasoned Hannibal, shaking his head to himself as he unrolled his sleeves.
"She would of been scarred for life."
Grinned Chucky.
"I wonder if Jennifer's taking your advice."
Sneered PennyWise to Freddy. Freddy flexed a talon.
"Hmm, let's go see, shall we?" He stood, waiting to see if anyone would follow him. Ghostface and Chucky stood also.
The trio made their way out of the kitchen, up the stairs, and to Jennifer's closed door. They stopped at the door, as Freddy slowly started to open it.
"Oh, princess! You've got compa-"
He stopped, looking inside the empty room.
"Hmph. She's not here." He muttered, walking in anyway.
They followed him inside, closing the door behind them. Freddy leaned against the wall, next to her closet.
"Wonder where she went," Mused Chucky. Ghostface went over to the bed, looking at the pile of bathing suits.
"Look at this, guys, Jennifer's having fashion problems." Freddy looked over Ghostface's shoulder and grinned widely. Chucky pulled himself onto the bed, looking down at the suits, also grinning.
"Ah, so many decisions." He said, in a high pitched voice, flipping his imaginary locks over his shoulders. His two friends started laughing.
Chucky looked at each of them, curiously.
"I wonder which one she'll wear."
They seemed to think about this, getting stuck for a second inside of their minds.
"No telling, but I'll tell you what I'd like to see her in," Stated Ghostface, picking out a swimsuit. He leaned down a bit, grabbing up a bright yellow, two piece, with black polka dots. He held it up against himself, as if wearing it like a model.
"What do you think, boys?"
He said in a girl voice, kicking up a leg back in a girly pose. His companions started to crack up laughing. "Do you like to make an idiot out of yourself?"
Asked Chucky, tossing up an eyebrow.
"Only on the weekdays."
Ghostface joked. Freddy looked at the swimsuit, shaking his head.
"Is it just me or is your fashion sense just plain shitty?"
Sneered Freddy, pointing a talon at the swimsuit in Ghostface's hand.
"Are you kidding? She'd look great in this!"
He agrued, pointing his knife at the frabric. Chucky snorted.
"One word. Tacky."
Freddy and Chucky let out a loud laugh.
Ghostface still held the suit in an annoyed stance.
"Oh yeah? You think you could do better?"
He scowled behind his mask. Chucky smiled widely, puffing his chest out.
"Oh I'm sorry, is it that obvious?"
His voice dripped with amused sarcasm. Freddy snickered behind his glove. Chucky snatched up the light blue, two piece with the butterflies all over it.
This time, Ghostface was laughing, along with Freddy.
"What!"
Snapped Chucky, glaring at them.
"Why, Chuck, I didn't know you liked butterflies."
Said Freddy, acting as if he were shocked, smiling big.
Ghostface threw his head back, laughing. Chucky's face turned a shade of angry red.
"That is a bit childish, don't you think?"
Teased Ghostface, pointing out each different type of butterfly.
"I'm a child's toy, what the fuck do you expect?"
He growled, tossing it down, and grabbing up the golden three piece.
"A little better."
Ghotface mocked.
"You want her to look like a slut?"
Smiled Freddy, tilting his head at the killer doll.
"WHAT! It's not slutty!"
Chucky observed it, then looked at the skirt.
"Well, maybe a little," He admitted, his voice trailing off.
"A little?" Scoffed Freddy. "SHUT UP!" He yelled, tossing it down.
"Well, what would you like her to wear?"
Asked Ghostface, setting down the swimsuit, in question.
Before Freddy could answer, the door to Jennifer's bedroom opened, revealing Jennifer and Alysson with another bathing suit in their arms. An akward silence filled the room.