Pinhead ficlet - If...
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imma"If you could just forget this little ... mistake, I'll never inconvenience you again..." The man's steady blue gaze and calm polite voice was new to Pinhead. None of those who had called him, had ever behaved like that, when faced with his countenance.
"But what makes you think this is an inconvenience for me?" His voice was smooth, chilling, as he glided closer, as a bird of prey circling above the tasty rabbit in the grass.
The man blinked, as this mirage of impossibility persisted in existing. Surely it was his own mind deceiving him, although it had never done so before. But perhaps the box had been coated in some strange hallucinogenic substance? Because that creature in front of him couldn't be real. If it was ... no, it couldn't be! He put down the box on the small glass table. Although, it wasn't truly a box anymore. More like a jagged shape of twisted geometry. Perhaps he'd cut himself?
He shrugged, having convinced himself he simply needed to go lie down for a while. In the mean time he would humour his addled brain.
"Anyway. I'll be off then. I'll just leave that box here for you, shall I?" Why was he asking a figment of his imagination that? Why was he even talking out loud? He chose to disregard that question as another effect of the drug that surely must've entered his system. With a polite smile, he turned away and made for the bedroom.
"Off? No, I don't think so." Pinhead said with a touch of amusement. How could anybody play so close to the gates of Hell, and not realise what they were faced with?
The man turned again and looked at the creature that simply would not go away.
What if it's real?
"If?" The thought had been so clear to Pinhead, he couldn't resist responding to it.
"There are no if's" As if cued by his voice, sharp hooks sprang from the box on long thin chains, without mercy embedding themselves in flesh and cloth. The screams didn't come at once, deep disbelief preventing the man from even realising his true situation, his true pain, before it was too late.
But Pinhead didn't mind. He was sure there were enough screams to last them a very, very long time.
He began.
"But what makes you think this is an inconvenience for me?" His voice was smooth, chilling, as he glided closer, as a bird of prey circling above the tasty rabbit in the grass.
The man blinked, as this mirage of impossibility persisted in existing. Surely it was his own mind deceiving him, although it had never done so before. But perhaps the box had been coated in some strange hallucinogenic substance? Because that creature in front of him couldn't be real. If it was ... no, it couldn't be! He put down the box on the small glass table. Although, it wasn't truly a box anymore. More like a jagged shape of twisted geometry. Perhaps he'd cut himself?
He shrugged, having convinced himself he simply needed to go lie down for a while. In the mean time he would humour his addled brain.
"Anyway. I'll be off then. I'll just leave that box here for you, shall I?" Why was he asking a figment of his imagination that? Why was he even talking out loud? He chose to disregard that question as another effect of the drug that surely must've entered his system. With a polite smile, he turned away and made for the bedroom.
"Off? No, I don't think so." Pinhead said with a touch of amusement. How could anybody play so close to the gates of Hell, and not realise what they were faced with?
The man turned again and looked at the creature that simply would not go away.
What if it's real?
"If?" The thought had been so clear to Pinhead, he couldn't resist responding to it.
"There are no if's" As if cued by his voice, sharp hooks sprang from the box on long thin chains, without mercy embedding themselves in flesh and cloth. The screams didn't come at once, deep disbelief preventing the man from even realising his true situation, his true pain, before it was too late.
But Pinhead didn't mind. He was sure there were enough screams to last them a very, very long time.
He began.
