Sorry about the delay in chapters, had some computer troubles and I have a singing competition in the morning...anyway, here we get to meet some of Darius' family and the ghosts find out that they don't want to get on Darius' bad side!

Chapter 3

We Make a Bad Decision

What better way to blow off steam than to kick the crud out of your look-alike cousin? Or at least…that's how Darius' mindset went. The two cousins walked into the arena and started having at it.

"So what if the rumors are true?" his cousin asked after a little bit of beating each other up.

Darius ducked under his cousin's kick before throwing a punch of his own.

"I don't know," he shrugged, "Honestly, I think that some bad stuff happened back in the '80s…both behind and in front of the screen, but the way Grandpa talks it's like the place is haunted, Beck,"

Beck hummed, dodging Darius' punch and flipping the other cousin over onto his back.

"…Ow," Darius groaned.

"Hey, you're making progress," Beck told him, picking up his cousin and putting his hands on his hips as Darius brushed himself off, "You haven't lasted that long against me before,"

"Beginner's luck," Darius hummed, "But I'm serious, something's not right with that place. I have a feeling the guy on the phone isn't telling me everything,"

"Don't worry about it," Beck reassured him, "C'mon, you're a great fighter…you've handled a bunch of trained soldiers before…four glitchy robots shouldn't be too bad. You'll do fine,"

"Thanks Beck," Darius nodded.

"C'mon," Beck started, "Paige's trying to figure out what to do with the twins for dinner…Able's not going to be too much trouble to feed…but the twins are picky,"

Beck suddenly stopped, throwing a sly look at his cousin.

"Oh no, what now?" Darius deadpanned.

"What time does that place open?" Beck grinned, "I bet the twins would love seeing the bots,"

Darius gave a dead glare in his cousin's direction.

"You are going to be the death of me," he growled, making Beck wince.

"Don't joke about that," his cousin started, "losing you once was bad enough,"

"Give it back!"

"NO! It's mine!"

"I had it first!"

"No! I did!"

Emily raised an eyebrow as the other ghosts messed around with each other, fighting over something that she couldn't see. She looked at Mike, who was sitting on the stage with Gold's misty form grinning beside her.

"Care to explain what's going on?" Emily asked, hopping up on the stage next to the youngest spirit.

"They found the last of Ashe's cookies," Mike explained, "They've been fighting over it for a couple hours now,"

"But…" Gold smirked, "We can solve that quickly, can't we, Mike?"

"Gold…" Mike warned, "No,"

"Oh, c'mon, Mike!" Gold whined, "Please?"

"No,"

Gold crossed her arms, eyes narrowed.

"Oh fine," she grumbled.

Emily blinked, looking up at the taller ghost.

"Are those cookies really worth it?" she asked.

"You don't know Ashe's cooking until you try it," Mike told her before turning back to the scuffling ghosts.

Sam somehow ended up with the cookie and right as his form blurred, Robby grabbed his ear, teleporting him with the other spirit. Sam squealed in pain, smacking at Robby right as the latter swiped the cookie and dashed across the room.

"Victory is…!" he cheered right as a shadow smacked into his back, stealing the cookie and depositing it into Matt's hand.

"Mine!" he grinned, raising it to his mouth only to get shocked and drop the cookie into Amanda's waiting hand.

"Thank you," she beamed, skipping off…only to get the cookie plucked from her hand, "Hey!"

She looked up at a blond, green-eyed man who grinned wickedly and tossed the cookie to another copy of himself…and another and another…

Until the last one twitched and shook his head, the copies bursting into puffs of smoke as he walked over to Emily and handing the cookie to her.

"Aw, thanks Spring!" Emily smiled.

"I saw them fighting," Spring shrugged, "He thought…thought it'd be fun to mess with them. I just wanted…them to stop,"

Emily gave her friend a warm smile…and then looked at the envious faces of the other ghosts. She hummed before tossing the cookie into the air and using her strings to slice the cookie into seven sections, each one landing in a ghost's hands.

"Why didn't you do that sooner?" Mike asked.

"Why didn't they figure it out themselves?" Emily returned before popping the cookie into her mouth, "Mmmm! Mike, I agree, Ashe's a good cook,"

"Where's mine?" Gold asked only for Mike to chuckle and break off half of the cookie, handing it to her darker half and smiling as the other ghosts' faces turned baffled as the dessert piece disappeared into thin air as Gold popped the cookie in her mouth.

"What's the matter guys?" Mike grinned, "Cat got your tongues?"

"More like bear," Gold snickered…right as the manager's keys jingled in the lock, making all six specters scatter as he opened the door to let the masses in.

"Busy day as usual," Mike hummed as Gold nodded.

"Time to get to work!" she beamed before blinking out.

"Right behind you, Goldie," Spring nodded before he too blinked out, leaving a slightly snoring, mostly transparent, Scott sprawled out in the corner.

"Urge to draw on his face rising…" Robby growled, ears flicking back as he glared at his killer.

"Same," Matt nodded.

"Guys…" Mike warned, "You know he'll destroy you if you try,"

"Does it look like we care?" Sam asked.

"Just…play nice!" Mike ordered…right as a rousing chorus of cheers sounded off.

The ghosts looked out from their hiding spot and smiled as Spring and Gold performed, Gold singing a jaunty melody while Spring played his guitar next to her. Of the throng of kids surrounding the two bots…none were more excited than a pair of dark-haired, blue-eyed twin girls who nearly climbed the stage to get to the two bots…only to get gently yet firmly sat back down on the ground by none other than Darius Bradley.

Or at least…that's who it looked like. But the man who grabbed the two girls looked slightly different than Darius.

Speaking of the devil…

Amanda gasped and pulled on Mike's sleeve.

"Mike! Look! There's two of them!" she breathed, pointing at the real Darius Bradley who had just walked up, shoving his sunglasses higher up on his face.

Compared to the doppelganger, Darius' shoulders seemed to slump a bit more and he seemed a bit more protective of his chest area while the other male held his head high and his shoulder's squared. Yet he too looked wary…as if he sensed the dark history of the pizzeria just like Alan had. One of the other differences was looks. While the two were the same height, had the same coloring and style when it came to hair…the newcomer's eyes were a bright steely-blue color where, according to Robby and Amanda, Darius' were an unusual reddish-amber color. There was also the fact that the newcomer had a deep scar that slashed from the middle of his forehead, down his left eye and cheek all the way to the collar of his shirt. There had to be an interesting story of how he got it…but now was not the time to ask.

"Do you think they're brothers?" Amanda asked, looking up at Mike.

"I don't think so," she shook her head, "There's something about them that pegs them that way…but they're not as close as brothers would be just by watching the way they're acting,"

She put a hand on Amanda's shoulder.

"Let's just get back inside, ok?" she suggested, "We've got some planning to do, right?"

Amanda shot a look back at the two men before slowly nodding.

"…Right,"

Well…that had been a crazy day.

By the time Darius had gotten back to work, he was bone-tired, irritated and so not in the mood to be playing games with psycho animatronics. So…he decided he was going to pull out his tablet and watch a movie while doing his job. He'd just gotten past the opening credits when the phone rang.

"Uhh, Hello? Hello?"

"Yeah, yeah, what is it man?" Darius growled, frustrated that he wasn't going to get to watch his movie until the call was over.

"Uh, well, if you're hearing this and you made it to day two, uh, congrats!"

"Hooray for me," Darius grumbled.

"I-I won't talk quite as long this time since Freddy and his friends tend to become more active as the week progresses."

"Really?" Darius hummed, "Do we need to take more batteries out?"

"Uhh, it might be a good idea to peek at those cameras while I talk just to make sure everyone's in their proper place, you know..."

"Hmm, lemme check," Darius sighed, flipping through the cameras and seeing the chicken out in the dining hall, but everyone else was fine, "Well, guess not,"

"Uh... Interestingly enough," Scott continued, "Freddy himself doesn't come off stage very often. I heard he becomes a lot more active in the dark though, so, hey, I guess that's one more reason not to run out of power, right?"

"Wonder what would happen then?" Darius hummed.

"I-I also want to emphasize the importance of using your door lights. There are blind spots in your camera views,"

"Interesting," he yawned, "Anything else?"

"…And those blind spots happen to be right outside of your doors,"

"Where else would they be," Darius snarked.

"So if-if you can't find something, or someone, on your cameras, be sure to check the door lights. Uh, you might only have a few seconds to react..."

"Ye of little faith," Darius snorted, "You have not seen my reaction time,"

"Uh, not that you would be in any danger, of course,"

"No, not at all!" Darius growled, "Can I get back to my movie, please?"

"I'm not implying that," Scott added, making Darius roll his eyes and growl angrily, "Also, check on the curtain in Pirate Cove from time to time. The character in there seems unique in that he becomes more active if the cameras remain off for long periods of time. I guess he doesn't like being watched."

"Ugh! Users are you done yet!?"

"I don't know. Anyway, I'm sure you have everything under control! Uh, talk to you soon,"

"Finally!" Darius sighed in relief, hitting play on the tablet, "Now…where was I?"

"He hasn't checked on me…" Robby grumbled, poking his head out from behind the curtains, "I want out!"

"Give it a few more minutes, Robby," Matt told him.

"Noooo!" the red spirit growled, "then he'll look at me and I can't do anything! He'll catch me!"

"Robby…." Matt warned as the fox hopped off his own little stage and started sneaking towards the office, "Robby don't!"

"Too late," Mike deadpanned from the shadows as Robby broke into a dead-on sprint.

Sam yelped, jumping backwards as Robby blew past him, making him stumble back into the supply closet. The violet spirit's foot got stuck in a mop-bucket and he slipped onto the floor, a mop flipping up and landing on his head, the fabric strips covering his head and most of his ears as it did.

"Robby!" Sam whined, but Robby didn't hear him.

The red spirit dashed towards the office, piercing the metal of the door-frame with his hook and using his momentum to sling himself inside…

"SCREEEEEE!"

BAM!

Robby yelped, reeling back and holding his nose as Darius calmly lowered his foot, leaving a nice boot imprint on the fox's muzzle.

"You made me miss my favorite part," Darius growled, a low, rumbling snarl weaving through the air as he lowered his sunglasses, revealing the fiery, red-amber gleam of his eyes, "If you want to not be in pieces…I suggest you leave,"

Robby had heard something like that before…when the old computers' hard drives had been corrupted. They'd made a horrible, rattling snarl that grated against his ears…and that sound was back for some reason. It wasn't him, that was for sure…

The red spirit slowly backed off, calmly and carefully until he was out of sight…and then made a bee-line for the Cove.

"What happened to you?" Mike asked as Robby shook his head violently.

"I've seen some pretty scary stuff," Robby shuddered, "But that…no. Absolutely not. I am not going after him,"

"He's human, how scary can he be?" Sam asked, teleporting onto the scene…only for the others to laugh, "What?"

"Scarier than you, Easter Bunny," Mike chuckled, picking off the mop and tugging off the bucket with the help of hers and Matt's shadows, "Ok, now you can try,"

Darius was nearly finished with his movie when he heard a soft, rasping moaning sound. Curious and annoyed, the young man lowered the tablet…

"SCRE-!"

The rabbit stopped mid-shriek as Darius glared at him, that sharp, rumbling snarl starting up in the air again.

"I told your…little fox…buddy," Darius growled and Sam realized that growling sound was coming from the human before him, "And I…am going to tell…you. Leave now…or rabbit…season…starts,"

There was no need to tell Sam twice. He instantly teleported out of the room and back onto the stage right as the bells rang.

Darius calmly gathered his things and started out the door, unknowing of the seven stares he was receiving.

"I don't know what he is…." Robby whispered, "But I revise my last statement…that man is not human,"

Do not tick Darius off or bother him when he's watching a movie. He does not care...is he immune to fear? No. He's just been through worse and his gut is telling him that he's fine. Robby and Sam are not going to be bothering him...we'll see who does next chapter...

List of stories in this series:

Grim Grinning Ghosts (FNAF/Soul tetrology)

Tricks and Treats (Transformers/Cybres. Original from last year)

Witches, Ghosts and Monsters (Tron/Son of Tron Original from last year)

Masquerade (Pacific Rim Original from last year)

All Hallows Eve (The Lord of the Rings Original from last year)

Spooky Scary Skeletons (Pacific Rim)

Don't Look Behind You! (Tron)

Friends on the Other Side (FNAF/Soul tetrology)

Thrills and Chills (Transformers/Son of the Stars verse)

Trick or Treat! (Transformers/Son of Magic verse)

You Can't Scare Me! (Pacific Rim)

Ghostbuster (FNAF X Tron/ Soul and Son of Tron crossover *weird, but we're gonna see how they handle each other!*)

Mystery Fic: Ashes on Wool, Soot on Shadows (League of Legends)

Anyway, hope you liked it. If you did, please let me know!

Qui vállë tóquetë, ván tecë (If no review comes from y'all; no story comes from me)

Máriessë ar mára tecië

Farewell and fair writing

Elhini Prime signing off.