Author Notes - Apologies for the delay in posting. I meant to upload this chapter sooner, but I've had a lot going on lately. I hope to get back into the swing and re-post what chapters have been written for this story much more quickly. I'm not sure when we'll get around to writing up new chapters. Rurrlock-God of Power, my co-writer on this story, is very busy with his job. But we'll see what we can do. Please enjoy this in the meantime. - Laura

Chapter Two

Getting Back at Pinhead

Chucky and Freddy both stood and stared at each other for a second, pouting so much you could balance a cup and saucer on their lips! The silence was unbearable, so Chucky decided to break the ice first. "Well, what other game shall we play, Freddo?" he asked.

Freddy put his gloved hand to his face. "Hmm, I dunno. It has to be something that we won't get competitive over.''

"Mission fucking impossible!" Chucky stated. The two sighed heavily, bored out of their minds after having all their 'fun' sucked out by Pinhead's threats earlier.

As the two of them slumped themselves across the surface of the bar, they couldn't help but glance over toward Pinhead and Angelique's chess game. Even if it wasn't a game that didn't thrill them to the bone, it was still at least something to catch their attention. They hadn't a clue what the rules were, or even who was winning; instead they listened in to catch what Pinhead and the Hellish Princess were talking about.

Pinhead grinned confidently as he moved another piece forward. "I'm afraid that during the course of these games, you have become quite sloppy. I can read your moves two steps beforehand."

Angelique replied with shared assurance. "Do not be so sure, Leviathan's favourite son. Deception is key in a game like this." She took her turn, letting her hand linger on her piece for a little while as she waited for Pinhead's turn. He made his move, lifting one of his soldiers over hers, claiming it. He retrieved her piece, but not before she brushed her hand along his in a sultry manner.

Noticing this, Freddy snickered before shouting out across the room. "I think the next move should be on her PinBoy!"

Pinhead sharply turned before glaring at the dream demon. "Will you quiet down?!"

Freddy didn't respond to the Cenobite, as he and Chucky were too preoccupied in giggling like little schoolgirls at Pinhead's outburst.

Pinhead shook his head in frustration and returned to his game with Angelique. "I have a feeling this club is becoming more like a kindergarten with those two imbeciles, and I'm the unfortunate adult who must care for them."

Angelique waved her hand nonchalantly. "Do not let them bother our time together."

Even though Freddy and Chucky weren't the sharpest weapons in a killer's collections, even they could pick up on the...over-friendliness that Angelique would show for Pinhead every time she would come to the club for a visit. Unlike most of the other members like Michael or Jason, or even more infrequent such as Ghostface, Angelique rarely stopped by, but only if Pinhead was present.

They knew very little of her, only that her name was Angelique and she was the Princess of the Cenobite domain. Beyond that, they knew nothing.

Eager to find out more about their gorgeous guest, Freddy picked up one of the cards and attempted to fling it in the direction of Ghostface, Michael and Jason, whom were all getting really involved in a game of charades. At that moment, it was Ghostface's turn, as the masked figure stumbled about in a drowsy fashion with his arms extended and letting out a groan.

Michael held up a cue card to communicate, 'A Zombie?'

Ghostface nodded and gestured for them to keep guessing. It was quick to figure out that due to the lack of speech between the masked giants, they would have to use another method of interaction to guess the act.

At this stage, Freddy and Chucky, now watching them, were more interested in finding out where Michael and Jason were seemingly pulling out these new cue cards from then hearing Ghostface's answer.

Giving up, Ghostface sighed and looked at his game opponents with disappointment. "Come on guys, how can you not know?"

The two merely shrugged their shoulders.

"I clearly have to play that song for you two to get an idea."

He wouldn't get the chance though, as Ghostface felt a sharp pain on the back of his head from where Freddy and flung the card at him. He turned to the dream demon. "Ahhh, that really hurt!"

"Tough shit!" Freddy retorted before nodding his head over to Angelique. ''Do you know anything more about the chick always coming 'ere with Pinny-boy? She is hot!''

Ghostface looked towards Angelique and then back to Freddy. "Not really."

"Well you're useless!" Chucky said.

From the back, Jason held up a new cue card. 'She's an old friend of Pinhead's is all I know.'

Chucky scoffed. "Judging by the way she's putting the moves on Pinster, I doubt that she's just an old friend."

"Don't listen to hockey puck," Freddy insulted casually. "He doesn't know what it's like to have women flirting with him. He has a face only a mother could love."

Not missing a beat, Jason replied. 'And you have a face not even your own mother could love.'

Out of nowhere, Chucky burst into a fit of laughter so strong he nearly rolled off his chair. "Oh, oh, BURN! He just destroyed you! You got wrecked!" The killer toy felt his sides splitting from the constant laughing while Freddy folded his arms and sulked back down onto his chair. There was no coming back from a taunt like that. He hated to admit it, but he had to give this round to Voorhees.

Meanwhile, Pinhead did his best to ignore the distractions going on around him, and he made one last move that made him believe he had won the game. "Checkmate. I am sorry to say this, my dear Princess, but I believe this game is mine for today. You put on a good show, but-"

He was silenced by Angelique, who placed a finger over his cold lips. "Don't sound so victorious," Then, she made another move and found herself before his Queen. "Checkmate!"

"What?!" Pinhead gasped. He looked at the chessboard and found that she was right; she had bested him, right underneath his very nose. "Impossible."

Angelique rose from her seat, walking around the table in a seductive manner toward Pinhead, before stopping and leaning down close to him. Oh yeah; Angelique was not very subtle with the blatantly obvious flirtatious attitude with her Lord and Master. Either he was oblivious to the fact that she wanted him and desired him, or he was aware and simply didn't care. "You should know by now, I always get what I want. I'll see you later, Favoured Son." she murmured, her lips inches away from his own, as if teasing him, before backing away and walking toward the club exit, leaving a very shocked Pinhead in his seat.

Before she could leave, Chucky wolf-whistled at her, catching her attention. The doll then stood on the table and puffed out his chest in an effort to make himself seem taller. "Hey, do I get one too, toots?" Chucky panted, wriggling his wonky eyebrows.

Angelique looked to him like he was a disease. "Hmp! In your dreams, dolly!" she replied with a scowl, turning on her heel and walking out the doorway.

Freddy couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Haha! Who's the one who got wrecked now?"

Chucky blushed for a second, then glared evilly at Freddy. "Ah, kiss my shiny plastic butt, roasty!" he snarled.

Ignoring Chucky, Freddy smirked at an unamused Pinhead. "Well, well PinBoy, someone wants to get into your pants...I mean, skirt."

Pinhead narrowed his eyes murderously. "Be silent, you childish buffoons! Angelique does not desire me."

"Doesn't desire you!?" Chucky questioned, staring at Pinhead like he was insane. "The only way she could have been more obvious about desiring you would be to put signal lights on her thighs pointing towards her pus-!"

"Do not be so vulgar." Pinhead replied. "It is the Labyrinth she desires. That, and she finds amusement in using her feminine wiles as a way of complete dominance over me." he said, almost looking ashamed.

Chucky and Freddy burst into laughter. "Whoa! The great Pinhead of Hell is being pushed around by some Goth chick!"

Pinhead smirked. "That couldn't be further from the truth. No woman holds that kind of power over me."

Just then, an idea hatched in the back of Freddy's mind. He may have finally found a way to not only have some fun, but also have a little pop at Pinhead for earlier too. "Really? 'Cause if I recall, there was one woman who seemed to get you to do as she wanted."

He had the attention and curiosity of everyone in the room now, including a very perplexed Pinhead. "You really think so?"

"I know so!"

"Then your thoughts betray you." Pinhead scoffed, turning away.

"Yeah, what was her name again?" Freddy pondered. "I think she was a poofy-haired brunette, very hot. Gave you quite a bit of trouble from what I've heard. Was the Queen of bargains and deals. You were practically the biggest pushover in history when it came to her. You even went to the trouble of coming to her rescue a few times. Ringing any bells?"

It took Pinhead a moment, but he soon realised whom Freddy was referring to. He bolted up from his chair with an embarrassed look on his face and widened eyes that he tried to mask with an enraged expression. "This is preposterous! I will hear no more of these ridiculous ramblings. Now, if you'll excuse me, gentlemen." He then turned heel and hurried out of the room.

As Freddy sat there, grinning gleefully at getting under Pinhead's skin for the first time today, the others looked on in bafflement. "What's up with him?" Ghostface questioned.

'You really seemed to get his blood boiling.' Michael wrote.

Even Chucky wasn't quite following with what his buddy in crime was trying to achieve. "He was acting like he had pins up his ass as well as his head."

"Yep." Freddy chuckled darkly, playing with his finger knives.

"Is it a good idea to piss the dude off? I dunno about you, but I don't fancy being strung up again by that overgrown, cross dressing voodoo doll from Hell!" Chucky stated.

"Sure, but seeing his pissed off face is the highlight of my existence, and I just thought of how we can take Spikey down a peg or two." Freddy declared with an evil grin.

Ghostface slowly raised his hand. "Uh, don't you mean pin or two?"

"Shut it!"

Chucky turned to Freddy, showing interest. "Oooh, are we gonna use his face as one of those traffic things that stop cars from speeding?" the doll inquired.

Freddy shook his head. "Nope, even better." He leaned in closer to whisper his evil plan in Chucky's ear. They both start to snigger manically while Ghostface, Michael and Jason leaned forward in the hopes of hearing what the troublesome duo was planning. Unfortunately, they were unable to hear anything before Freddy finished.

"I'm down with that!" Chucky squealed, excited at the revenge plan.

'What are you two planning?' Jason inquired.

"None of your business, hockey puck!" Freddy yelled at the silent giant. Before Jason could retort, Freddy and Chucky were already on the move, rushing out of the room and out of sight.

Michael and Jason looked at each other. The one time Halloween killer held up a cue card. 'You think they're going to do something stupid?'

'It's Freddy. Yes! And people say we're the stupid ones.'

'I know. Our inability to speak does not have any relation whatsoever to our intelligence. I went to college.'

'Really?'

'Well, I would have if I hadn't been arrested when I was a kid.'

'I hear ya.'

With the two finishing their mute conversation, Ghostface looked on puzzled, rubbing the back of his head and looking around the table as if trying to find something. "Where are you guys getting those cue cards from?"

Elsewhere in the club, the bar room to be exact, Pinhead tapped his fingers on the wooden surface of the bar, deep in thought and trying to shake away the anxiety that Freddy had brought on by mentioning...her, the mere mention of the very person who brought about so many conflicting emotions in the Cenobite...and Freddy knew this. He knew she was the pinheaded Cenobite's Kryptonite.

He shook his head and sighed. "Get a hold of yourself, Xipe. It was just petty insults by a vulgar individual. He isn't going to do anything about it. He doesn't even know where to find her."

Well, Pinhead didn't get much time to reassure himself further...because from behind, Freddy took aim with a wooden baseball bat, and brought it down on the back of Pinhead's skull. But instead of knocking him out cold, the bat broke into two pieces. The Cenobite flinched slightly, and whirled around to see Freddy and Chucky grinning inanely. "What are you pair doing now?! What was that!?"

The lower broken part of the bat was in Freddy's hand as the Dream Demon stumbled for an excuse. "Uhhh, um, we were...playing...baseball?"

Pinhead wasn't convinced and turned his beady gaze to Chucky.

Chucky grinned. "Uh, yeah! The bat's a piece of cheap shit. Broke as soon as the ball hit it. But it...it flicked up and that's when it hit you."

The Cenobite was still squinting at the two, then sighed. "Well if you must play ball games, then do so outside, where nothing can get broken. And I mean, anything. Now be gone. " He rubbed his head and then turned away to sip his drink.

As the duo moved away from Pinhead, Freddy tossed the bat to one side and growled. "I totally forgot PinBoy has durability and super strength. I don't think anything can knock him out."

"What are we going to do?" Chucky hissed.

"I don't know, man. I don't think there's much that can hurt him."

Chucky placed a finger to his chin.

"Wait here. I think I know." Chucky ran off to another part of the club. It didn't take long for him to find what he wanted. "Here."

He held up what looked like chains, a padlock, and a sack.

"Are you suggesting we put a sack over his head and tie him up with chains? He's super strong remember? He can break free of chains."

Chucky smirked. "Ah but, these are no ordinary chains. They're Cenobite chains. They can hold even the strongest Cenobite."

Freddy's smirk now matched his. "Bro, you're a genius. How are we going to pull it off though?"

"Wait here, and take these. I'll distract him."

Chucky then toddled off towards Pinhead, who looked deep in thought. "Yo, Pinny."

The Cenobite looked up and sighed when he saw the flame-haired doll coming his way. "Yes, Charles. Can I help you?"

The living doll hopped up onto a barstool. "Not really. Just wanted a chat."

"What about, pray tell?"

"So like, does it suck being a Cenobite? Or is it cool? Like, have you got one of those Prince Alberts?"

Pinhead just stared at the doll with confusion.

In the meantime, whilst Chucky distracted the Cenobite with inane small talk, Freddy inched slowly forward, nearing him, with the sack in hand. Before anyone knew what was happening, Freddy shoved the sack over Pinhead's head and tackled him off the barstool he was sat, and onto the floor.

Pinhead was soon heard protesting, but his voice was muffled under the sack which the ends of was now being tied beneath his chin and around his neck. Chucky quickly took the chains and padlock before Pinhead could shove Freddy away, then tied the Cenobite's arms behind his back. No matter what now, he could not break free, no matter how hard he tugged.

As the Cenobite cursed and struggled, Freddy turned his attention to Chucky. "Okay, doll boy, give ya missus a call. You know what to do?"

Chucky mock saluted Freddy. "Yes sir!"

Taking his cell phone from his pocket, Chucky dialled his wife's number. After a few rings, she finally picked up.

"He-llo?" a sultry voice crooned on the other end.

"Hi Tiff, it's Chucky."

Tiffany's voice turned harsher. "CHUCKY! Where the hell are you? Playing around with other sluts while I look after our children? You dirty pervert!"

Chucky shook his head and gritted his teeth. "No, no. It's nothing like that babe. I'm just down the club with the boys." he explained.

Freddy couldn't help but giggle immaturely. "Oooh, I didn't know you swung that way!"

"SHUT UP! YOU KNOW WHAT I MEANT!?" the doll yelled back at the snickering Freddy.

On the other side of the line, Tiffany huffed. "Well, isn't that typical? You seem to spend more time at that stupid club than you do your own family!" she yelled down the phone.

Chucky moved away from the phone for a moment to mutter to himself. "Probably because I don't get nagged at while at the club."

"What was that?" Tiffany screamed in Chucky's ear.

"Nothing, sweetie. Now will ya shut ya cake hole for one fucking minute would ya, Tiff!? I need you to do us a big favour."

Tiffany became intrigued. "What is it you're up to?"

"Well, we were just thinking...actually, Pinhead was thinking and telling me, 'cause we're great pals and get along soooo well..." he mumbled sarcastically.

The sarcasm was lost on Tiff as she sighed dreamily. "Aww, Pinhead...now there's a real man. I'm sure if he had a girlfriend, he wouldn't keep dumping her for some rundown old club."

Chucky narrowed his eyes. "Look, I need you to do this one thing for me, Tiff. Pinhead mentioned that he would like to have a reunion with an old friend, and I figured that you might know her..."

While Chucky chatted with his wife, Freddy began dragging Pinhead across the floor, struggling a considerable amount. The Cenobite was no lightweight, and with him struggling with his restraints it certainly didn't help matters. At one point, Freddy tripped on something, landing in a heap and causing a crash so loud, even Tiffany heard it.

"What was that?" she asked.

"Uh, nothing, nothing." Chucky rushed then went back to business. "So, can you bring her to the club or not?"

"Okay, don't get your dungarees in a twist. We'll be there soon."

"All right, see ya in a bit, babe." He hung up and dashed over the Freddy. "For a killer, you're pretty shit at dragging a body."

"Shut up, he weighs a lot more than he seems." Freddy said while heaving a struggling Pinhead onto a chair. "Urgh, now the unpleasant part. You do it!"

Chucky glared at him. "Me? No way. This was your plan. Besides, you've already got the knives to use." He pointed to Freddy's glove.

He couldn't argue with the doll there. He wasn't looking forward to this part of the plan. As Chucky watched on in amusement, he began to use his forefinger knife to slice into Pinhead's leather uniform, and then soon he was able to tear it away, removing it in a couple of swift swoops. Something Pinhead felt and certainly wasn't happy about, causing him to thrash some more.

They weren't enjoying the fact they were stripping Pinhead nude, but they believed that the end result would be well worth it.

To Be Continued...

:( Poor Pinhead. I did change the outcome to how he fell victim to Freddy and Chucky's diabolical schemes. In the original story, he was hit over the head with a bat and rendered unconscious. But as it turns out, according to Cenobite Wiki, Pinhead actually does possess super strength and durability, so really speaking the bat wouldn't even leave a dent on him. So I went with Cenobite chains instead. And I thought it'd be hilarious if the bat broke apart when he was hit with it. XD Either way, what those two do to him sucks. :/ Next chapter should hopefully be coming up soon. Hope you enjoyed. :)