Attila leaned forward with a smile on his face, as if he knew something that the man before did not.
"Tell me, sorcerer," he whispered, "How can you help me?"
The man sitting across the table from him fidgeted nervously.
"Well, I have some knowledge of the art of healing magic, and the spirits have been known to communicate with me from time to time-"
"Enough!" the Hun barked, "I am tired of you so-called sorcerers who only
"Yeah, this sounds nothing like you," Nicky muttered, pressing the backspace button to delete the past few lines. He glanced up at the wax form of Attila and smiled, imagining his reaction to how bad that paragraph was. He closed his laptop and stood up, ready to stretch his legs.
Everything was quiet, expected by now but still, an uncomfortable stillness hung in the air. He climbed the stairs up to the second floor, glancing at the Easter Island statue. Absentmindedly, he tossed a piece of gum into his own mouth. The Egyptian room was dark and the door was locked. No one had been there for years. Nicky walked straight past the door towards the miniatures, but his heart wouldn't allow him to look at the cowboys or the Romans. In reality, he didn't have the heart for most of this, but duty unfortunately called.
Eventually, he meandered back down to the first floor, picking up his laptop and heading towards the animals. Sitting down on a bench outside of where the African animals were, Nicky opened the laptop to find someone was trying to video message.
"Hi, Nicky!" Tilly said with a wave, "How's it going on your side of the pond?" He smiled at the English woman.
"Going good over here. How are you guys doing, Tilly? Have you gotten any further on how you want to style your hair?"
"Yeah, actually Ahkmenrah figured out a way to make a bun that doesn't get tossed around if I run and we don't need any pins for. I hate the way those pins just dig into your head, you know?"
"Can't say that I do. How's Lancelot?"
"He taught Trexie to play dead, so now they're reenacting every monster he's ever-"
"Who are you talking to?" a familiar voice called. Tilly adjusted the camera and Ahkmenrah came into the picture. His smile was as huge and bright as the sun.
"Hello, Nicky! How is Brooklyn?"
"Hey, Ahk. Brooklyn's good. London doing okay? No one die from your handsomeness?"
The pink on the Pharoh's face caused Tilly and Nick to laugh as Ahkmenrah pouted, muttering about them being ridiculous.
"How's your dad doing?" Tilly eventually asked once the laughter had ceased.
"Good," Nicky said, "Nothing really exciting, just teaching at one of the high schools around here."
"Can we tell him yet?" Ahkmenrah asked Tilly, bouncing with excitement, "Please?"
"What are you guys up too?" Nicky asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Well," Tilly began dramatically, "I have managed to get the buggers over here to finally finish up all of the paperwork we need. It took a lot of convincing, but they're letting us-"
"We're coming home, Nicky!" interrupted the ecstatic Pharoh, "Tilly got them to transfer me back to New York!"
The young night guard could hardly believe it. Of course he'd dreamed of one day guarding the museum while it was alive. All of the exhibits had been such an important part of his childhood, giving him a consistent group of friends which is a very rare thing. Yet he had imagined that the day where the museum came back to life would be when he was at least old enough to legally drink.
"Wow," Nicky breathed out as he brushed fingers through his hair, "That's- wow."
"We'll be there Sunday afternoon," Tilly informed him.
"Oh, Nicky, I can't wait to see everyone again!" Ahkmenrah said giddily.
"Are your parents okay with you leaving so soon?" Nicky asked.
"We talked about it for a while, and it was great to get to see them again. But we all agreed that I needed to be with my, well, my other family."
"Everyone's going to be so pumped to see you again," Nicky told Ahkmenrah.
"Not as pumped as we are to see all of you," Tilly said, giving the Pharoh a fist bump.
"So I guess I'll see you guys on Sunday," Nicky said with a smile.
"We'll see you then," Tilly said in a sing-song.
Nicky closed his computer while laughing. Something interesting was bound to happen on Sunday.
A.N.: So, I'm not sure how often this will be updated or what direction the story is going. I have a few little things planned out, but there isn't a lot really set in stone. Any sort of feedback is so appreciated, guys! Thanks for reading!