Finally, here it is, Chapter 4! Sorry it took so long, but it took a while to perfect this story. It was really fun and really challenging to create Bethany and Jimmy's part in this. As an apology for being so late, I'm posting chapter 5, too! Remember, all reviews are welcome. If you want me to keep continuing with the youtuber-meets-character story, tell me who you would want to see next. If not, tell me! (Excuse me if I misspell these French words, I'm American, and I'm not very educated in the language of other countries. As always guys, I'll catch you on the flip side!
Bethany shook her head, the multiple visions focusing into one. She pushed up, her hair flopping over her eyes. She tried to remember what had happened, but all she could remember was a sack, darkness, and screaming. She looked down at the floor she had been sleeping on. It was decorated in orange-red and dark green swirls, formed out of tile. She scratched her head, then looked around. It was pitch dark, she could barely see anything. Once her eyes adjusted, she could slightly make out a tray. Great, I'm starving!' She started to pick it up, but decided against it when she saw the beige lump attached to it. Her lip curled up, and she let her tongue flop out. 'Bleh,' she thought, as her body shivered. Her position went back to normal, but immediately went into a defensive state when she saw one of the masked men approach. This one, to Bethany, looked a bit more chilling than the others. He was thin, average height, with a medium build. He looked younger, but the fact was rivaled by the forming bags under his eyes, pale skin, and oddly, dark red eyes, which set off sparks of fire red when in the light; and oddly, brandished a knife instead of the usual pistol. Trying not to look afraid, she walked up to the newcomer. She leaned forward, wrapped her hands around the bars, peering at him, observing and studying him. "You're different from all the rest. In a bad way.," her only response was a slight nod, "Then how? Who are you?" The figure began to slowly unravel the portion of the cloak covering his face, letting it fall to the ground. The mouth, now free, began to curl and separate into a smile worthy of a mental serial killer. "My name...my name?," he hissed, whispering. "Jimmy. Jimmy CASKET to be precise." "As a little thank you for being SO brave...," his fire-red eyes peered right through her, "and SOOO curious..," he frowned a split second, but then the smile popped back up again,"...you get to learn my secret!" He whipped out his knife, spun a few times around his left index finger, and then slashed it across the bars. To Bethany's astonishment, the knife shredded the bars as if they were made of tin cans, and then Jimmy began to point it steadily in Bethany's direction, and he proceeded to stroll slowly towards her. "It's TIME, Bethany! Time to learn the SECRET of JIMMY CASKET!" With those words, he launched himself at her, Bethany leaping aside just fast enough for him to get the weapon lodged in the cement wall. She began to rack her mind for any way she could stop him. 'MY MOTHER WAS A MAN!' 'stab...STAB!...STAB!' 'JOHNNY?...WHOSE JOHNNY? HA! I'M JIMMY CASKET!' 'COME HERE, DON'T YOU WANT TO KNOW MY SECRET?!' 'Mounsieur Ghost?' Bethany's eyes popped open. "That's it!" Bethany cleared her throat, and began the impersonation. "Mounsieur Ghost?" Jimmy froze. Bethany tried it again. "Mounsieur Ghost?' His head turned a bit. When he spoke, his voice different. It was gentler, weaker, but had a new tone to it. Bethany recognized it. It was fear. Jimmy spoke, " Aimee?" Bethany hesitated.
"Ouí?"
"But...that's impossible...Toast and I left you in France..."
'Toast? As in Johnny Toast?'
"Ouí, but I 'ave found you, my love! Now we can...finally be together?" Bethany mentally shrugged, but she reasoned that it always worked in the videos. "No, please, just leave me alone...leave...me...ALONE!" He screamed, collapsing onto the floor. Bethany ran out through the destroyed entrance, and continued to run into the darkness. 'Bethany, that was a dumb choice. You're running blindly out into darkness, with no sense of direction.' 'Well, it's better than staying behind with that maniac Jimmy Casket.' She rolled her eyes, but then almost immediately ran into something. She fell, but she heard someone yell, "Hey, watch where you're goi-" The sudden bright light cut them sort, but also allowed the barrel-chested armored figure to see who they had a collision with. "Well, well, well. If it isn't Bethany Frye. I'm guessing Jimmy didn't do his job very well. Always worrying about his 'hobbies and interests' .What a coincidence, I was just about to pick up Jordan, but I'll guess I'll settle for you." He turned to a slimmer guard wearing coke - bottle glasses, oddly enough, and bushy white eyebrows. "T!" "Yes, sir?" 'Sir? He's older than him but he's not in charge?' "Go pick up Jordan. If you fail us, we'll feed you to the Prince!" "Yes, sir." The slimmer guard pulled out a pencil from his pocket, touched the toilet-shaped eraser on top, winked to her, and vanished in a white flash. Bethany took off her glasses, cleaned them on the edge of her hoodie, and put them back on, startled.