"He did what?" the young Cenobite asked, absently playing with the fishline sunk into her elbows. She'd only been with the Clan for a few months, years (time got funny here) and didn't know everyone yet. Everyone called her Dreamer. When she'd been flesh, she had never been able to dream. Now, it seemed she couldn't stop. Her boyfriend (so to speak) walked up behind her, the twin pistons punched through his skull making it impossible for him to do anything quietly. Of course, he'd earned the name Piston.

Dreamer cast a fond glance at Piston, and turned back to the Cenobite she'd been absently chatting with. Until someone solved one of the configurations in the Fleshworld, there wasn't too much to do. "He did what?" she repeated to the short, squat Cenobite sporting two glowing pink half-circles of neon tubing through his throat.

"He fell off the wall. Outside the Ornamentation Chamber. He was going along, let out this shriek, and fell on the floor. If it had been anybody but Tunnel Guard, I'd of laughed." Neon said quietly, as two of the older Cenobites, Chatterer and the female with the open throat strode past, dragging a battered lump behind them. When they were gone, Neon continued.

"Between you and me, I hear Pinhead is pretty pissed."

"Why?" Dreamer asked. "And why would Tunnel Guard fall? I didn't think it was possible." She'd seen Tunnel Guard in action. He was tough, and falling off the wall seemed impossible.

"I saw where he fell." A new voice. Another of the newer Cenobites joined the small group. A camera lens grew in place of his right eye. It zoomed and clicked in unison with his left. He was known as Eye-Cam. " I saw," he said with an air of superiority that the others had not only gotten used to, but didn't really like. Eye-Cam always acted like he was better than the others, never when Pinhead was around (that would be stupid), and in Hell, no one was special.

"I saw- "

"What'd you see, Eye-Cam?" Dreamer interrupted. She was getting tired of this crap. If Eye-Cam didn't get down off his high horse and start telling them what he saw, she was going to leave.

Eye-Cam gave Dreamer his version of a dirty look, and continued. "Someone put oil on the wall. That's why Tunnel Guard fell. And when Master finds out who did it . . . " he let the sentence trail off. He pointed and backed away. The others looked. Striding down the hall towards them was Pinhead. And Neon had been right- he looked pissed.

Eye-Cam, Dreamer, and Neon shrank behind the slightly larger bulk of Piston. It was an automatic reaction, Pinhead had that reaction on people- except for that one teenager a month or so ago, who'd attacked him with a ball-peen hammer and driven half his nails in before escaping back into the Fleshworld.

He pointed at Piston, while the others scattered. Piston blushed (sort of) and held up his hands. "Aw shucks, it was just a joke. I mean, if you can't laugh at your friends, then who- " FLASH. Piston was gone. Seemingly satisfied, Pinhead turned on his heel and walked away. Dreamer looked at where Piston had stood, a faint scorch-mark the only proof that he'd existed. "Huh." she said, turning to Neon. He wasn't that unattractive- and she DID like the color pink.

Unlife went on.

But Tunnel Guard never fell off the wall again.