Prologue

Wax figures were a work of art. Each detailed had to be exactly precise on the figure to give them their unique features that only a specific set of people could have, but still be their own individual person; like a person having a green circle around their blue eyes or having two moles in certain places that makes them look like they're connected. It was somewhat easy when the sculptors know what kind of person they wanted for the figure, always using different pictures of famous people or celebrities for inspiration. They always had an idea to the type of person they wanted to make and that lifted a few weights off their shoulders in some way.

But when Dr. McPhee, the President of the Museum of Natural History, had come to them with the idea of a young, Native American, female violinist for the new exhibit at the museum, they had hit an analysis paralysis.

It was one thing to make a wax figure of a historical figure because they had to get every exact detail right to make someone feel like they're in the same room with their iconic heroes or villains. But the person that Dr. McPhee has asked them to make didn't even exist. A whole new life was to be created and that responsibility was has been dropped into their unprepared hands. What were they supposed to do to create a character that's never existed before? They had pictures of young, Native American women - thank goodness - and they know what type of clothes she should wear since Dr. McPhee specifically asked it to be child appropriate, that was a good lead for them.

But doing the actual features and body figure was another story.

Which was why it took nearly two years to finally finish her.

Dr. McPhee was walking with one of the lead sculptors for the new attractions, taking in the sight around him. Many professional artists were busy painting the final touches for the new exhibits that were to come to the museum. But those attractions were on the last part of his mind since he was mostly focused on the one exhibit he's been waiting for a very long time.

"And you're sure you have it nearly completed?" He asked the lead sculptor.

The older man nodded. "To be fair, it wasn't easy. And it wasn't just because we were creating a new face, but we had thousands of professional mechanics and programmers to give her the endoskeleton that would work well with her wax outer layer. Wax is a very delicate thing, Dr. McPhee, you can't just spread it all over a moving skeleton and expect it to not crack. Which was why we made sure the movements from the endoskeleton would not only keep the wax from cracking but make sure that the entire movements would make her look like she's actually playing the violin."

To exaggerate his point further, the man began to move his fingers in the air like he was actually playing an invisible violin.

Dr. McPhee gave him a strange look.

"Sorry," he coughed once he caught the President staring. "I was the one who worked on making her features look realistic. Spent most of my time indoors that I didn't get enough oxygen for my brain cells. Sometimes I might get a little loopy while other times I lack proper coordination."

Just as he said that he ended up walking right into a doorframe.

McPhee was beginning to wonder why he hired these people.

"I'm okay!" The man reassured him with a hand to his forehead. "I am okay! Didn't see that statue there."

Strike that, he wondered how they even got these jobs in the first place.

"Where are you on the Native Violinist?" The president asked after he made sure the sculptor was sober.

"Oh, we're on the makeup stage now," he said, the two of them continuing their walk. "We already have all of her hair inserted and her costume has ben put on. We just need to color in her skin and give her those unique features that you just won't find on your average woman."

McPhee nodded, satisfied that exhibit idea he's been pitching for years was so close to getting finished. "May I see it, then?"

The man nodded as he turned towards the door where he hit its frame by his head. "Right this way," he turned the doorknob and allowed McPhee to go through first before he followed behind - not without hitting his head against the frame once again.

When McPhee walked into the room, the first thing he saw were dozens of people crowding around what he believed to be the Museum's new exhibit. The mechanical wax figure looked almost ready to him; the way her ebony black hair was inserted to make her look like she's spent most of her time outdoors and her hair was starting to fuzz out but still look decent, her detailed glass eyes were already put in to make it look like she was staring off into space, and her clothes, though slightly dirtied to represent a Native's love for nature, were a perfect design of a traditional Native garb. She looked completely finished but it looks like the artists were just trying to add the finishing touches in.

"Is this her?" McPhee gestured towards the figure. The man nodded.

"Yes. I say, even after years of drafts and remaking the clay sculpture she turned out to be quite a beauty. Let's hope the fine gentlemen can contain themselves."

McPhee didn't even bother to chuckle at the man's attempt at jokes. "Which is why her exhibit is going to be a life-size glass globe that's covered in maxi glass so no one can break it and steal the wax figure for their sick amusement."

The awkwardness was highly evident in the air.

"So, is she able to move like I hoped?" McPhee was quick to turn things back to casual business.

"Yes, sir," the man nodded, picking up what looked like to be a controller for a PlayStation. "Watch this," he gestured for the artists to move away and they did, giving him the chance to move the left bumper. The moment he did that, the wax Native's left arm suddenly sprung to life like she had a muscle spasm. Then her arm stood there, and McPhee could see that the man's finger was still on the bumper.

"This remote won't be in the final product," the man reassured him, taking his finger off the bumper thus making the Native's arm fall limply to her side. "But it shows how well we have perfected her movements to make it not only look like she's actually playing the violin, but the wax won't deteriorate from the slightest movements. Well, as long as the programmers didn't put in a code that would make her do sharp movements. Otherwise, the wax would just fall apart at that point. I don't think the visitors would like seeing a creepy endoskeleton inside a glass globe staring at them with those eyes."

McPhee nodded since he could imagine that and be creeped out as well. "Which is why that Wendigo figure's going to be our main attraction for the Horrors of Mythological Creatures exhibits. Speaking of which, is that done along with the rest of exhibits?"

The man gave him a grim look. "It is, but Dr. McPhee are you sure we should use that journal? It's very real and it's extremely disturbing. I don't think parents would feel comfortable letting their kids read something like that."

"It wasn't my idea, it was the board's!" McPhee protested. "They found it in an old cave near Canada and they thought it was the entry of a possible Wendigo transformation. The board thought it was a good idea to educate the people on these things, even if some kids read it!"

The man shook his head. "I'll never understand businessmen..."

"You and me both," McPhee mumbled. He took one last look at the Native Violinist before he turned back to the sculptor. "How about that Norwegian Mirror? Is it done as well?"

The man's face immediately brightens. "You bet, it's done! We just got the fog added in for the mystic look. Come!" The man gestured him to follow and he did. The two left the room as the artists finally finished painting the final touches on the mechanical wax.

When McPhee said they were getting new exhibits soon, Larry Daley didn't expect "soon" would be the morning after the President told him the exhibits were coming.

The nightguard watched as the delivery guys began to unload large boxes off the loading deck and into the museum to be put on their display. Larry, unfortunately, had no idea what these new exhibits were and it left him feeling uneasy. He had enough to deal with the exhibits that he already knows - one of them even includes that rascal of a monkey - and more of them would only increase the chaos.

That was when he decided to look for the President of the Museum after he saw a crate that said: Chupacabra.

"Dr. McPhee!" Larry called out when he saw the President talking to what looks to be a construction worker near the Museum's entrance, where other workers seemed to be working on something that he didn't have time to focus on. "Dr. McPhee, I need to talk to you about something!"

McPhee looked tired when he stole a glance towards the approaching night guard before he nodded to the worker that they will continue their conversation later on. "What do you want, Mr. Daley?"

"Yeah, uh, listen," Larry started off nervously, unsure of how he should say it without actually saying something that could give him away. "I just saw one of the crates with this funny looking message on it. Do you mind telling me what's that all about?"

"Well, it depends on what that crate was," McPhee pointed out with a shrug. "We have a lot of crates that say something."

"That's just the thing, one of them said "Chupacabra" and I thought; that's weird to have something like that in a museum of history because if I remember correctly, a Chupacabra was something from a fairytale." Larry let out a nervous laugh. "Right? Isn't that strange?"

McPhee, however, did not look amused. "Actually, the Chupacabra was a famous American legend that has cause terror through some civilizations. The board thought it would be a good idea to educate the people on that Native American folklore, where people can get to know some of the legendary monsters that used to roam our land before the colonies came. Like the Chupacabra, the Jersey Devil, the Wendigo, or even the Ahuizotl."

Okay, Larry had no idea what those last two were. This was far from good.

"And, what is this exhibit gonna be called once it's open?" He asked quickly.

"The Horrors of Mythological Creatures,"

"Oh, god," the night guard whispered as he turned his head away so that the President doesn't see his worried face. If these creatures prey on humans then he's in a whole lot of trouble.

Good thing he was a quick thinker. "So, do you have something that I need to go over? You know, just to make sure I know everything is in place and nothing goes missing?"

While making sure nothing eats my guts out, he added as a thought but he didn't dare let them be heard. McPhee gave him a strange look before he took a clipboard from the reception desk and hand it over to the night guard.

"These are all the creatures that are to be put on display," the President said as he tapped the list of names on the clipboard. "Make sure they're at their stations and try not to let anything happen to them. I'm still holding you on having gum all over that Easter Island Head."

Larry couldn't help but wince at the memory. Yeah, he should really keep a better eye on Dexter and see what he has that would bring chaos to Museum.

He adjusted the clipboard in his hands after taking a quick scan of the names - there weren't that many creatures, so that was good. "Thanks, President," Larry was about to walk away to see if there's anything else he should do around here before he could prepare for the night when he finally noticed what the construction workers were working on and stopped dead in his tracks.

Near the grand staircase was a life-size glass globe that probably stood around fourteen feet in height, the glass including. The glass was entirely see through, so he could see what was going on inside. He could feel his eyes widening once he took the sight of a young woman standing on a spinning pedestal by her tippy toes as she stood in slouch position like she was a turned off animatronic. Which, he would have believed that's what she was if she didn't look so lifelike.

"Hey, is that a woman in there?" Larry asked when he turned his attention back to McPhee as he pointed at the figure within the globe. "Seriously, is that an actual woman in there?"

"Of course not, Mr. Daley," McPhee gave him a look that made Larry feel like he was the one who was crazy - well, maybe he did end up going crazy a long time ago when he first started this job. "That's just a new attraction for the museum. The only reason why it looks so lifelike was because it's part wax."

It took a second for Larry to fully process what the President was saying. "W-Wait, part wax? Are you saying that she's a hybrid of some sort?"

"If you put it that way, then yes," McPhee nodded. "See, the original idea was to make it a full animatronic with the stiff movements and an endoskeleton underneath a robotic suit. But then I decided to make it more human since children had already seen so many robots in their life. Now, it has a wax outer layer to make it look like a lady but the inside will have an endoskeleton attached to the wax to make it move around like any normal human."

"So, she's half wax and half mechanical?" Larry summarized, taking a quick glance at the new exhibit before turning back to the President.

"That's correct."

"Okay, so who is she based off of? Because I'm pretty sure I caught up on all of my histories and I don't remember reading about a young, female, Native violinist that was stuck in a life-size snow globe." Larry pointed out.

McPhee gave him a blank look. "Other than a couple of pictures of real life Native Americans, the Native Violinist isn't based on anyone, Mr. Daley."

Larry took a moment to process it. This lady wasn't based on anyone from real life, which means she probably doesn't exist. That would also mean that tonight will be her first time existing in this world. He didn't even want to imagine what she would be like when she's "born" tonight. He's slightly hoping she would be easier to handle than the Native American creatures that probably have a thing for human flesh.

"Wow... That's, original." He said to cover up his silence.

"Yes, it is," McPhee said plainly before he began to walk away. However, Larry had one more question.

"What's her name?" The President stopped in his tracks and gave the night guard a questioning look over his shoulder.

"What do you mean its name?" McPhee asked with narrowed eyes.

"I mean, does she have a name?" Larry said like it was obvious. "You know, something to call her by so I can inform everyone that she's missing? A nickname? A secret code? Something like that?" Larry did try to hide the fact that he wanted to give this hybrid a name because it would seem wrong not to. After all, she will become a living person soon enough and he had to call her something that didn't sound like she was a brand for a marketing toy.

"First off, Lawrence, that glass around the globe is maxi glass, it's completely unbreakable," McPhee pointed out. "So if someone were to try and steal it then they would have to get through that unbreakable glass. Which would take a very long time and signal you to come in and arrest them."

"Oh," Larry darted his eyes to the ground, that was going to be problematic since that would mean she's going to be stuck in that globe if nobody could break her out.

"But since you seem so keen on knowing its name, one of my colleges decided to call her Indiana because she has a Native design. Does that make you happy?" With that said, the director turned tail and walked away.

"Got it," Larry called after him even though it looked like McPhee was no longer paying attention to him. "Indiana, I will try to remember that!"

But the director was already out of sights before he could finish his sentence.

Larry sighed before he turned his attention towards Indiana, who was suddenly turned on. From the way she stood with one leg extended by her toes and the other resting against her only standing leg as she began to play with the four-stringed Apache fiddle, she looked like she was a ballerina for a music box. Larry would have to admit, even though the music she's playing sounds recorded, it did sound soothing to the ears. If he had first saw her right now when she was turned on, Larry would have thought she was an actress playing the role of a Native Violinist that performs in a glass globe from the way she moved so elegantly. But she wasn't a real, she's only a hybrid exhibit.

But that will change once the sun goes down.

The night guard took this chance to finally take her in; she was copper-skinned. Not dark like Sacagawea or the mini Mayans, but a slightly paler version possibly to make her look like a porcelain ballerina since she did seemed like one. Her hair and eyes were dark like Sacagawea's, though, and Larry did feel sort of sad since her eyes were entirely blank, like they have never seen any ounce of daylight before. Her hair was down and looked slightly fuzzy, which was probably the style that McPhee had gone for her. She had a well-rounded face that made her look young, probably around Ahkmenrah's age when he died.

She didn't wear a dress like Sacagawea, which probably made sense since she had a figure of a young dancer. Instead, she wore one of those Native ghost shirts that Sacagawea had mentioned for some dance, with that khaki color, long sleeves and those long extensions and all. That was worn underneath a small native poncho with black and white circle designs along the hem. While Larry would imagine ballerina's with a skirt, Indiana was wearing buckskin pants that were tucked into a pair of Hopi Pueblo moccasins. On her head was an Abenaki headband with a white feather with a black edge attached to a brown band.

Larry would have to admit, the board has really gone out to make something like Indiana. He couldn't wait to meet her once the sun goes down.

"Welcome to the world, Indy," he told the hybrid with a small smile before he made his way through the museum. He would have to worry about Indy's situation for later, now he has to focus on the man-eating creatures that will come alive once the sun goes down.

Author's Note: Hello wonderful people of Night at the Museum, this is Wanli8970 ready here to bring you her first Night at the Museum story! This is the prologue where I will introduce a few of my OCs, one of them is making a guest appearance from another story called Boy and Beast! I don't know when I will be updating this next because I still have other stories to work on, but I promise that I will work on this as soon as I'm done with my other stories!

Until then, I hope you enjoyed this one!