Before this story starts, let me give a bit of background: this is a crossover between a doll franchise created by Mattel called 'Monster High', and a little known computer game called 'Wick' by the company HellBent Games. Originally, this was going to be a crossover with Five Nights at Freddy's, another horror game, but I chose Wick instead since not many folks know about it and as a result, there is very little fanfiction of it. I was a bit apprehensive to write this at first, since I wasn't sure how readers would react, and I almost discarded this idea entirely. However, one morning, I woke up and I had this story in my mind about a group of children who had never quite died, a secret agency, a quest for peace and the ghost woman who was supposed to pull it all together. And now, I present to you: The Sound of Silence.
Enjoy!
"Hello Darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
within the sound
of silence."
- Simon & Garfunkel
Prologue:
The year is 1908
The woods were a wonderful place to be during the Spring, but of course, not many people were around this thick forest, especially during this season where there was work to be done.
It was a busy town, and it was a busy time to be alive. The men were out working their various jobs while the women reared their children or helped their husbands, for it was just the way their world worked.
But, in the center of these woods stood a cherry tree, and its beauty stood out from all the other trees in the woods. Beneath this lovely tree lay a girl, her white dress spread about her like a blanket of snow, and her long black hair lying in the grass around her head. She stared up at the sky, watching the clouds pass by above her, and she sighed. The girl sat up, her hair falling in her face, and she brushed it away. She closed her eyes and breathed in the sweet air, only to be struck with a heavy, blunt object.
"Mary!" A voice snapped, and she looked up.
Her uncle Thomas, the one who'd thrown the big, ugly shoe at her, was approaching with a scowl on his face. When she stood up and smoothed her dress out, Thomas snatched up her wrist.
"I told you to go out and buy milk," he slurred drunkenly, getting uncomfortably close to her. "Do I see any milk jugs here? No!" He raised his hand as if to slap her, and when she cowered, he laughed. "There ya go again! Ha! I raised you well when your momma died, eh? Let's go, now!"
He began to drag her away, and she turned to look reluctantly back at the cherry tree. When he tugged at her arm, she turned back to him and kept walking. Mary suddenly felt something in her mouth, and she stopped quickly. Thomas looked at her questioningly, asking, "What?"
When she lifted up part of her lip to show him, he laughed again. "Those teeth of yours grew right back? Well, I'll be! We'll sand 'em down tonight, honey,"
They walked away from the woods, and the skies began to cloud up. Rain was about to fall.
Chapter one:
The Mission
Present day
It was Halloween night.
The street lights were low as the white car pulled into the parking lot of a building, called, "New Salem Monster Center". The car parked, and out stepped two figures. One carried a briefcase, and the other clutched a rather bulky binder close to their chest. They walked up to the doors and entered.
They headed for the conference room, and once they'd entered, they were greeted by the others.
"I am pleased to meet you!" Smiled Miss Bloodgood, who sat at the head of the conference table. She shook the hand of one of the guests, a gray-haired man in a sharp suit. "Dr. Calvin, I presume?"
Dr. Calvin smiled, shaking Bloodgood's hand. "Yes, of course. And you are Nora Bloodgood?" When she nodded, he continued. "Ah. Well, it's lovely to meet you. We have much to discuss!" He gestured to his partner, saying, "This is one of my best agents, Miss Aaleyah,"
"Aaleyah?" Bloodgood turned to the woman, who also wore a black suit but had a bright purple scarf around her head. It was quite the contrast. "Is that your first or last name?"
"First name," Aaleyah answered quickly. "My last name is classified,"
"What an interesting last name!" chuckled a voice from the table, and Bloodgood shot her companion a look.
"Now is not the time for jokes, Dracula, sir," she turned back to her guests and motioned for them to sit. When they did, the meeting began.
Dr. Calvin set the briefcase he'd been carrying on the table and popped it open, spreading an array of photographs on the table. "This is about the Weaver children," he began, holding a blurry photograph up for Bloodgood to see. "For years, many thought these children were only legends, but last week they got all too real," He then put a newspaper clipping in front of Bloodgood, saying, "A fourteen year old girl came rushing out of the woods after her friends dared her to play a little 'game' around midnight. She said she was attacked, and her arms were covered in bite marks. They weren't made by an animal, though," he showed a picture of the wound on the girl's arm. "It had clearly been human teeth,"
"That doesn't mean anything," Dracula spoke up, sounding a little irritated. "Her friends could have faked it- perhaps they bit her themselves,"
"With all due respect," said Carrie, who was sitting beside the vampire. "Us humans don't usually 'bite' each other,"
"We wondered this as well," Dr. Calvin continued. "But, then we sent an agent into the woods to look for these Weavers, and this was what she saw," He pushed the photographs towards the others, who looked over each one carefully. "The Weaver children are not myths, they are real,"
After inspecting each photo, Bloodgood noted, "They seem to be rogue souls. Not zombies, but not ghosts either,"
"Yes," Aaleyah nodded, folding her hands in front of her. "We hoped you could enlighten us on what exactly a 'rogue soul' is,"
"I can tell you," said a voice, and they all turned to look at Erik (or 'the Phantom of the Opera' as he was known), who'd been quiet for most of the meeting. "I'm half rogue soul myself, I can tell you that they are ghosts who never achieved their final forms. Much like zombies, they are usually stuck in the appearances in which they died, but they cannot rot. So, essentially, they are zombies with ghost-like qualities. They can pass through matter, practice telekinesis, levitate, and do everything else a ghost can do,"
The others took a moment to process this information, and Dr. Calvin nodded. "I see. Well, thank you, sir. That was very helpful. Anyway, we are looking to capture the Weaver children and imprison them in our facility, to secure them inside a cosmic-painted cell, contain them inside with staff working twenty-four hours a day, and protect them from the outside world. Or rather, protect the outside world from them," there was pause, and he turned to Bloodgood. "However, since you are high school principal who works with child-like monsters on a regular basis, we wanted to know if you wanted to reform and turn them into functioning members of your society. It's certainly no easy task, given their background, but-"
"I accept," Bloodgood said quickly, handing the pictures back to Dr. Calvin. "A former student of mine was once a rogue soul, but through establishing relationships and settling into her new life, she was able to shed her old form and gain a new, ghostly form. I believe these children can do the same, and we can change them into new beings. I'll contact my student tomorrow, for I think she will be very beneficial to this mission,"
Dr. Calvin nodded, putting the pictures back in the briefcase. "I see. Well, you know where to find them, but I strongly advise you to be careful. People go into those woods and don't always come back,"
"Oh, trust me," Bloodgood smiled knowingly. "The only way to outsmart a monster is with more monsters. Nobody knows that better than I,"
Morning came.
Spectra Vondergeist leaned against the wall of the elevator, staring absent-mindedly at the ceiling and waiting to arrive at her workplace. The elevator let out a 'ping' and slowed, and the doors opened. She floated out and made her way to her cubicle, pulling her chair away from the desk and sitting down, sighing. As she began the daily search for something productive, she heard a voice she dreaded hearing this time of day.
"Hiya, Spectra!"
Spectra grimaced, took a deep breath and put on a fake smile. "Good morning, Ron,"
Ron, a scrawny raccoon who'd just begun working there, just grinned happily and sipped down his coffee. "Found a good story, yet?"
"No," Spectra sighed, turning away. "All the good stories are taken,"
"Oh," Ron was quiet, and then he said, "You can have one of mine!"
Spectra perked up a bit. "What kind if stories do you cover?"
Ron cleared his throat, took out the paper he was clutching beneath his arm and read, "'Unknown perverted werecat snatches teen's bra,'"
"Never mind," Spectra waved him off. "Maybe I'll find a good one later,"
At this moment, the door towards the back of the room opened, and in walked their boss, Mr. Ashbrooke. He was a large, horned creature with a long and rather fluffy tail, and as he began telling all his employees abut the busy day ahead in his loud voice, Spectra tuned him out and began to look at her computer. However, she was yanked back into reality when Ashbrooke suddenly said her name.
"Spectra Vondergeist needs to see me in my office once you all get working. Anyway..."
Spectra's head had snapped right back up, and she stared at her boss in alarm as he kept talking. When Ron noticed her, he nudged her. "Hey, maybe this is what you've been waiting for!"
Once the daily speech was over, Ashbrooke gestured to Spectra, and she got up and followed quietly. As she hovered behind him, she wanted to ask what was going on, but she figured she'd find out once they arrived at his office.
Ashbrooke ushered her into his office, where she was surprised to see someone she hadn't expected to see.
"Ms. Bloodgood!" Spectra gasped, rushing over. "What are you doing here?"
Bloodgood smiled at her former student, standing up to shake her hand. "Hello, Spectra. It's so nice to finally see you after all these years,"
"She said she had a plan involving you," explained Ashbrooke, sitting down at his desk and sipping his coffee. "And it sounds like it could make for a good story. I know you've been aching to write one,"
Spectra quickly seated herself, turning to Bloodgood with excitement. "Well, what is it? Can you tell me?"
Bloodgood chuckled, getting a paper out of a folder she had tucked beneath her arm. "All right, I can tell you're quite anxious! But believe me, it won't be easy,"
"That's fine!" Spectra gratefully took the paper and began to read, but her smile faded. "Wait...the Weaver kids? You mean...?"
"Yes, those Weaver children," when Spectra looked up in confusion, Bloodgood took a deep breath and began. "You see, I held a meeting last night with some people from the SCP Foundation, and they're looking to catch the Weaver children. I, however, believe that we can reform them and help them become functioning members of society rather than locking them up in a facility. I chose you to help me reform them since they are considered rogue souls, as you once were,"
Upon hearing this, Ashbrooke looked at Spectra in alarm. "You were once a rogue soul?"
Spectra's excitement faded, and the paper dropped to her lap. "Miss Bloodgood, I...I was just a kid then!"
Bloodgood nodded. "Yes, I know. They're children, too, and maybe you can find common ground with them and get to know them,"
"And it might be fun," Ashbrooke added. "I mean, I have kids, and they're fun. But they're not crazy, muderous dead normies, but..."
"Anyway," Bloodgood cut in, gently taking the paper back from Spectra. "My idea is that you would come stay with me at my house, where we would keep the children and reform them. The SCP has given us as much time as we need to complete the mission, and there will be an agent checking in every time and again. There will be ways of containing them, so we need not worry. What do you think?"
Spectra thought this over, then she asked, "When do I start?"
"Tomorrow. The best time for you to move in is tomorrow. Would that be good?"
"This is all happening so fast! I..." Spectra was about to say no, but when she saw the hopeful look on Bloodgood's face and thought about writing down the whole experience, she decided to take a leap of faith. "I'll do it,"
Bloodgood grinned, shaking Spectra's hand once more and standing up. "Oh, thank you, Spectra! I knew I could count on you! See you tomorrow morning, dear,"
As Bloodgood left the room, Spectra couldn't help but just sit there silently for a few minutes and contemplate what she'd just agreed to. After a few minutes, Ashbrooke spoke up gruffly, "You're dismissed, Ms. Vondergeist,"
Spectra hovered back to her desk and sat down, and the gravity of everything that she'd just decided to do hit her. "Oh, God!" She groaned, resting her head in her hands. "What am I doing?"