Chapter Four

Standing several feet from the table was a small blond haired doll, decked out in a black leather dress and stilettos.

Tiffany.

She glared at Chucky and puffed away on a cigarette, before finally sneering. "Hey…Chucky. So, they finally put you where you belong. You big baby"

Shocked, Chucky stuttered in response, "Tiffany? What are you doing here babe?"

"I'm getting a manicure. What do you think? I'm on a date, jackass!" she retorted, charging over to the table. Maggie gulped and leaned back into her chair, wanting to stay out of any hostile insults that were more likely to be dished out between the two dolls.

As she halted at the table Tiffany calmly stubs out the cigarette on the carpet and then turned her attention towards the drunk Maggie, "So…you're the new girl he's trying to screw!"

"What?" Maggie snapped, "I am not! I don't even like the little pervert, anyway he's too small"

Chucky blinked, annoyed as he cracked his head in her direction. "Hey, it's not the size of the boat. It's the motion of the ocean"

Tiffany grunted as she climbed upon the table and clutched an empty bottle of champagne, snarling viciously as she rammed top of the bottle into his mouth, "Just shut it, bastard!"

A deep chortle came from Freddy's lips as he stalked over to his daughter's table, intrigued by this new arrival. "So, you're the infamous Tiffany?"

"Yeah" she replied, glancing at the two family members, "And you two are?"

"I'm Freddy Krueger and this is Katherine, my daughter," stated Freddy, nodding at Maggie. Tiffany nodded and helped herself to some of the champagne. Freddy curiously watched as the inebriated Maggie attempted to arise from her seat, swaying dangerously from side to side. "J-just away to…the toilet"

Deep within her stomach, a low rumbling began to sound as she lurched forward opening her mouth to vomit the contents of her stomach over a screaming Chucky. His once clean tuxedo was now smeared in deep red lumps of lobster and gooey remains of the side salad. Moaning Maggie staggered backwards, clutching her stomach, "Ugh"

"That's it you've had enough drinking" snapped Freddy. She groaned and turned away, "I'm away to clean myself up"

Later Maggie still hadn't arrived back from the toilet, to Freddy's suspicion. Where was she? Had she been sick again? It wouldn't surprise him seeing as how much she was knocking back over the last few hours. He stood from his seat, leaving the bickering dolls as they threw vicious insults towards each other. Quietly he made his way through the restaurant towards the restrooms where he had expected to see his daughter stumbling out of. But to his utter horror Maggie was against the wall, lip locked with Liam as they got into a very passionate snog. His hand had lifted up her dress and was firmly rubbing her inner thigh to her delight as she moaned softly.

"Stop molesting her!" roared Freddy, rushing towards the startled man who had no time to react as he was hauled off the breathless Maggie. She gasped as Freddy raised his claw, ready to lash out at the shocked Liam. "Stop! Leave him alone!" she squealed and stepped in between the two.

"Katherine…he was taking advantage of you in your drunken state. He had his hand up your fucking dress," remarked Freddy. She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Just let me have some fun! It's been ages since I've had a good kiss or had sex"

Freddy's jaw dropped, as so did Maggie's as she stopped herself from speaking any further. Why the hell did she say that? Now, she'll never hear the end of it from him. She muttered, "I'll talk to you later Liam" and walked away back to her table.

Freddy followed her, scolding her for her little encounter with Liam, "I don't want you turning out to be like a slut"

"How dare you! I'm not a slut!" she snapped.

"Would someone please get this nut bag away from me?" called Tiffany from the table. They turned to face her as she glared at them, completely ignoring Ms Higginbottom who was gibbering on about her family to the blond haired doll.

Freddy grunted and marched over, grasping the woman's arm and swiftly led her back to the table. He then looked back to Chucky and smiled, "I think you should tell your story to Chucky. He hasn't heard it"

The doll swallowed and shook his head as Freddy wheeled the baby chair over to his table. "Have fun!"

Back at Maggie's table, Freddy stared on with hilarity as Chucky banged his fists upon the baby chair, "I can't listen to her, she's going to drive me crazy!"

"So, Tiffany who is your date?" asked Maggie, curious.

"That would be telling. He should be here soon" she huskily replied. Slowly, she looked towards the rest of the restaurant as heavy footsteps sounded. Interested Maggie and Freddy also gazed at the restaurant, wanting to see who is Tiffany's company for this evening.

Soon, their curiosity was filled as the looming stature of the legendary killer of Crystal Lake stepped into view, with his bloodied machete tightly grasped in his right hand. You never know when he might need it.

Anger soared through Freddy's body as he jerked up from his seat, revenge flooding his thoughts as he eyed Jason with venom. Maggie slowly stood, vengeance also clouding her mind, as it was Jason who booked them disastrous therapy sessions for herself and her father.

Jason cocked his head to the side, blinking as he studied Freddy and began to walk towards him. Freddy growled and stepped forward, claw raised high. However a busy waiter strolled in pushing a cart full of delicious cream buns, ice cream and other various desserts. Maggie smirked, licking her lips as she scurried over. She certainly was getting hungry again. Lifting up a bowl of chocolate ice cream, she began to consume it but stopped as she glanced up to Jason. Freddy glimpsed at his daughter thinking the same idea as he sidestepped towards a long table filled with sandwiches, chicken drum sticks and other small various snacks.

"Food fight!" screamed Tiffany. She cackled madly as she heaved the remains of the lobster towards Chucky whose chair tipped backwards.

Freddy and Maggie huffed and puffed as they hurled plate after plate of food and deserts at Jason who instinctively swiped at them with his machete, inching closer to them.

Cursing and shouting resonated behind them as Chucky and Tiffany were entangled in a wrestling match upon the floor, eagerly being watched by Ms Higginbottom. Tiffany kneed her ex in the mid section and scrambled towards the dessert cart where she picked up a plate of chocolate moose, "Have some dessert, dickhead!"

Chucky yelped as the moose splattered onto his face, "You'll pay for that, bitch!" He darted towards her but she turned on her heel, charging towards the area where the musicians where. Wisely they had vacated the premises along with most of the happy valentine couples. But a few of the couples where scouring beneath their tables, hoping to evade any flying food that was being flung about the place.

The therapist stood from her seat and dashed away from the madness that was surrounding her and into the night. But unfortunately for her as she left the building she was greeted by several staff of Westin Hills, seeing as she had busted out of the psychiatric hospital a day before with the aid of Chucky.

On the abandoned piano, Chucky and Tiffany where involved in a sadistic fight with various musical instruments such as the flute, drum sticks and violin. She sneered at Chucky, and swung the violin at his head. He was sent flying as so too did his eyeballs as they popped out of their sockets and landed into a bowl of tomato soup in the table next to them. "I can't see! Where's my fucking eyeballs?" he roared.

Laughing, Tiffany kicked him into the inside of the piano and slammed the flap of the piano shut, locking him in. Maggie moaned, extremely exhausted as she staggered over to the piano with Jason and Freddy in tow after finishing their food fight. Their attire was splattered in food stains. "Where's Chucky?" Maggie enquired.

"In here" Tiffany whispered, whacking the piano with her fist. "Who wants to play the piano?"

Freddy grinned and strode over and pressed a single key with his blade, chuckling darkly as the screams of Chucky were faintly heard from within the piano as the long wood connected to the piano key bashed his anatomy.

A fairly chubby man entered the room most likely the manager of the restaurant, followed by Liam, "Who is going to pay for this mess?" he demanded.

"Um…" Maggie muttered, "We don't have enough money to pay for the damages"

The manager shook his head, disgusted, "Well, we'll have to think of some other form of payment"

An hour had passed and the group where now in the kitchen area of the restaurant, busily washing a huge pile of dirty dishes, cutlery and glasses. Jason, Freddy and Chucky silently dry them while Maggie and Chucky are vehemently washing them.

Freddy heaved a deep sigh and glanced about the kitchen, chuckling darkly as Michael Myers loomed in the corner with a chef's hat upon his ruffled hair, "Michael Myers!"

The infamous killer turned around to them holding his butcher's knife in his hand. Chucky whirled around to him and accidentally knocked over several dried plates to the anger of Freddy who reacted by smashing a plate over his head, "You dick!"

Maggie glanced over her shoulder as Michael walked over to them, "Great…another serial killer"

"What are you doing here?" questioned Freddy.

Michael stopped before him and pointed his knife at the small badge attached to his white apron. It read:

Michael Myers – Head Chef

"No wonder you got sick Kat, Michael made the dinner" cackled Freddy, smirking. She shrugged her shoulders and venture away from them, "I'm away to get cleaned and meet Liam"

"No, you don't!" declared Freddy.

"Yes I am" she replied, turning towards Tiffany, "I'll probably see you later at that club"

She nodded, "OK. Jason. I'm not bringing you…you're not what I want in a man"

Freddy laughed, amused by this piece of news. "Well, I'm heading to a strip club. Coming boys?"

Chucky smiled, jumping up and down like an excited child, "Fucking yeah!"

"Hey" growled Freddy, "I never said you where going" Chucky began to reply but was grabbed by Freddy and savagely rammed the doll into a broken dishwasher. "Time to get you all cleaned up"

Chucky screamed as Freddy banged the door shut, leaving him trapped inside. "Right, let's go!" Swiftly the group vacated the kitchen and headed out into the night, hoping that the rest of the Valentine's Night would be more pleasurable than the last few hours.