Dropping the kids off at school, I met up with Zack at the old pizzeria with the new plotlines for the script. It wasn't a completed thing, just descriptions of scenes with a few lines here and there from spur of the moment thoughts. I had to improvise from what Mike told us about what the child spirits appeared like – crushed head, split in two, gaping wounds – and thought up some scenarios we could attempt to recreate for the kids' deaths.
Okay, so mostly this play was to show the history of the pizzeria and the kids had been a big part of that. No one would believe the guck Mike told us so I had to make something up. The best we could tell the crowd was that the children's deaths had been brutal but we can't say for sure how they passed since no bodies were ever found, apart from the one stuffed inside of Foxy. That's the only one that showed exactly how intense these killings had been. It had a knot forming in my stomach as I remembered them saying the child had only been maybe five or six, the same age as my sons.
I left Zack to read my ideas and moved over to the stage. Sparks flew from behind the different contraptions placed around it and as I got closer a head popped out. "Hey, Tony," I greeted, jumping up to sit in front of whatever it was he was working on.
"Oh, hiya." He moved his visor back down and went back to fixing some wires, sparks once again lighting up the air. "You look tired. Rough night?" he said without looking up again.
I sighed. "Not really. Parker was up all night talking to his new imaginary friend."
"Imaginary friend? Doesn't he play with his twin?"
"Not really. He likes make believe and Peter likes sports. They haven't played too much since Parker learned how to hold a pencil."
"That's too bad. Twins make the best of friends." He went silent as he finished up what he was doing and slammed a hatch shut. "So what's his imaginary friend?" The blonde man stepped from around a slab of metal to sit beside me, setting his visor on top of his head and hiding the green dyed streak in his hair. "Any special kind of animal?"
"It's a girl. He didn't say a lot about her, just that he 'met' her at school." I smiled about it. "It's kind of cute, but I wish he wouldn't talk so loud with her. It's a little weird. I mean I had plenty of imaginary friends as a kid, but it's just weird seeing someone else talking to nothing." I took a moment to settle myself before saying, "He knew about Brian's sleeping bag."
Tony stared, unfazed. "Wait, you mean the black one in the closet?"
"It's green, the bag is black, but Parker knew the sleeping bag was green."
"Oh yeah, right right. They've seen it before, right? Maybe it was just a subconscious memory?"
I shrugged. "I don't know. He said Evelynn, the imaginary friend, wanted it."
Tony smirked. "Maybe a little ghost followed him home from school."
"Oh come on! Don't say that!"
We laughed about it before Tony looked back at something. "I've been working on Springtrap. Want to see? He's kinda neat when he's not all glitchy."
Another shrug as I followed him back toward a hallway leading to the office. He took me to the small closet area just before the office and inside was that large, yellow rabbit. It didn't seem to be able to stand by itself as a metal belt looped around its belly and attached to a rod that in turn hooked to a small platform under its padded feet. All in all it was still a creepy mess with wires jutting out at strange angles, large chunks missing from its casing, and those strange light-veins zapping from around its glowing white pupils. Now that it was in the light I could see that it had brown eyes which did look nice in comparison to the yellow, matted fur.
"H-h-heey and Welcome to-to Freddy Faz- Freddy's Horror Pizza," it stuttered oddly in a voice that was slightly different than before.
"Dang it," Tony muttered as he crossed the closet to get behind the rabbit. Its eyes followed him and head twitched trying to do the same. "It still tried to say Fazbear… I thought I erased that. And it's supposed to say 'Horror Museum' not 'Pizza'… For an old animatronic it has a pretty stubborn memory."
I leaned in the doorway watching him work sporadically on the ancient thing. "Maybe you're stubbornness will win."
He glared out at me. "Ha ha, you're funny."
"F-F-Fuuuuuunny," the rabbit echoed.
Tony laughed. "He learns words too fast but won't forget some." He continued messing with more wires and pulling out things. I figured it was best to just let him work.
Leaving back towards the stage I found Zack finishing up with the script. "So? Like it?"
"It's a little too much violence for the kids, don't you think?" He raised a brow at me, obviously freaked out by how in detail I'd gone. And I was the one who normally skipped all of that stuff.
"Well it was a big part of this place, and you remember the reports and photos we dug up about the kid stuffed in…" I had to swallow hard as I saw how easily I was saying it. "The… that kid."
He studied the paper again, and then nodded. "Makes sense. But we're using adults for all of this. Kids would be too much."
I agreed, but as I tried to add more my phone buzzed. "It's my kids' school… Give me a minute. Hello?" I moved away from Zack when Megan approached so they could talk about the script. "Principal Harris?"
He sounded more than angry as he tried to calmly say, "Just to inform you your son, Parker, is in my office. He attacked one of his fellow classmates today."
"Excuse me?!" I couldn't think of my little boy doing such a thing. Either of them. I couldn't even believe that they'd just gotten the name wrong. My kids wouldn't do that unless, "Did he have a reason?"
"No, ma'am. He hit his classmate, Keith Storey, with a book in class and continued hitting him while he was already unconscious."
"Unconscious?! Oh my god…" I had to sit. I was too angry… if that made sense. A chair slid up behind me and I silently thanked whoever it had been. "Is… is he okay? The kid Parker hit?"
"He'll be fine, ma'am. Luckily he has no concussion and the parents aren't too mad… but we are suspending Parker for a week."
I was fuming. I didn't have anywhere to take him and I could not be having him at work with me, not with what this play is about. It didn't seem like I was going to have a choice. If I couldn't find a babysitter than I was going to have to bring him to work with me. "Okay. I'm on my way." After he replied, I hung up.
Megan let me leave after I explained and I was in my car on my way to the school. I had no idea what would cause Parker to break like this. He had his little imaginary friend but that wasn't anything strange. Kids with active imaginations create things for them to play with when the real world won't offer up what they want. I expected his first 'friend' to be a dog or a cat since our apartment didn't accept animals so sure a little girl was a bit strange. Plus he was at the age where girls were gross…
I tried not to think too hard about it already getting worked up with the story Mike had told me about the spirit that had shadowed him and moved on to the still missing guy, Mikey. I'd already seen enough movies to know when not to ignore something strange with my kid.
By the time I pulled up to the school I planned to ask him about Evelynn.
I exchanged few words with the principal, the other child's parents had already picked him up so I couldn't apologize to them, and Parker was less than sociable. I took him by the hand and lead him to the car. "Do you have any idea what you did?" I asked, hiding my anger but keeping my voice stern.
Parker nodded.
"And? What did you do?"
"I hit the bad man."
I stopped. "Bad man? Parker, how was that boy bad?"
"Keith is bad. Evelynn told me."
Now I knew he was just playing games. "Parker, he never did anything to you. Principal Harris said you hit him with a book during class. Why did you do that?"
"So he wouldn't do anything bad."
"What was he going to do?"
"Hurt me."
I stared at my son for a long while. "Why would he hurt you?"
"Because…" Parker looked around, peeking behind me and even in my jacket. "She told me."
"Evelynn?"
"SHHH!" He looked around again, pulling his hood up to hide in. "She doesn't like me talking about her."
"But you talked about her yesterday."
"She doesn't like it!" he whined and shut up.
I didn't push it. Actually I pulled out my phone and gave Mike a call, hanging up before anyone could answer or I could leave a message. I wanted him to contact me whenever he could. At least I wanted his phone to have my number and for his to be the first on my call log so I could call him later tonight. Something was wrong with my son and it was something to do with Evelynn… whoever that was.
Sorry again, this story is really hard to come up with filler for ^^'
