It was a rather normal day. Well, as normal as it could get in a house full of killers. You had Chucky and Tiffany in their room, probably indulging in some kinky knifeplay shit. Freddy was, surprise surprise, annoying Jason. While Jason was sitting with Art and Michael, the mutes.

Billy Lenz was in the attic, twirling the old telephone cord around his finger as he spoke lewedly to whoever had picked up the phone, giggling and moaning as if role-playing. Pennywise was sat beside Art, taking a liking to the other clown. Even if he was in black and white. Jigsaw (or John Kramer), was busy making food, with Bubba Sawyer helping to set the table for dinner. Brahms Heelshire was in his room, with the doll version of him, muttering away to it. Pinhead was helping in the kitchen also, cooking the food. The rest, such as Bo Sinclair, Thomas Hewitt, Vincent Sinclair, Candy man sat around the large living room, doing his own things.