I'm sorry this took so long guys, I'm just wiped out from this past week at work...both jobs. I go home and I want to write...but I fall asleep instead. It's gonna be this way for a while, but it'll get better, I promise. Anyway, here we have our 'voice of reason' Emily Fitzgerald talk with Mike and Gold about their actions towards Charlie...but she's not the only ghost that is spotted once again...Oh, and we have a bit more Robby and Robby interaction...as well as the next gen (little Matt, little Amanda and James)!
Also, Shadefeather682 was kind and wonderful enough and they did some art for this series! If you want to see it, go to their profile and copy and paste their deviantart link into your browser! They spent a lot of time on it and I think it looks beautiful!
Chapter 7
Going Too Far?
Mike wasn't in the best of moods, flitting off into the shadows not long after she reappeared…so Robby decided to stay with his nephew and watch over him for the day.
"You gonna be with me awl day!?" little Robby squealed.
His uncle gave a smile and nodded.
"Your mama isn't feeling so good…so I'm staying with you," he told him.
"Yay!" little Robby cheered, hugging his uncle as the two walked down the sidewalk towards the school.
Mary had dropped the boy off and was taking the younger siblings to daycare while she went to work, and Robby decided to follow his nephew, holding his hand and leading him towards the building.
"None of the others will be able to see me," Robby told his nephew, "Sometimes, you won't either, but I'll always be beside you,"
"Otay, Unca Wobby," little Robby smiled as his uncle took the boy and lifted him up onto his shoulders, the little boy's legs on either side of his neck.
"You holding on?" Robby asked.
"Uh huh!" the little boy beamed, wrapping his hands around his uncle's neck.
"Then away we go!" Robby crowed, suddenly sprinting forwards and making his nephew shriek in laughter as they sped down the sidewalk.
The two family members stopped not too far from the building and little Robby threw his hands up in the air.
"Again! AGAIN!" he squealed.
"Maybe later, lil' Capt'n," his uncle replied, prying the little boy off his shoulders, "Right now, you've got to get to class, right?"
"Aw…" little Robby pouted, only to get his bright red hair ruffled.
"Go on, you little scalawag," big Robby teased, poking the boy in the stomach, "I'll see you in a little bit,"
"You know wha' da best part 'bout school is, Unca Wobby?" little Robby asked as he held his uncle's hand and walked towards the steps.
"What?"
"No meanie Danny or meanie Lauren," little Robby growled, eyes dark as they narrowed.
His uncle gave a thoughtful hum. Those two needed taught a lesson too…but, he knew that they were just kids. Something that none of the group could bear was the notion that a child would be hurt by them. It's why they all went full throttle when they heard Charlie returned to take little Robby away.
He was knocked out of his thoughts by a tug on his shirt.
"I gotta go, Unca Wobby," little Robby started, "I see Matt an' 'Mandy an' James,"
The spirit nodded, looking up to see a carbon copy of both Matt and Amanda as well as a grey-eyed version of Sam all waiting by the door and waving at his nephew.
"I'll be with you," Robby promised, hugging his nephew, "Even though you might not be able to see me…I will be,"
"Tanks, Unca Wobby," the boy beamed, running up to his friends, "Hi Matt! Hi 'Mandy! Hi James!"
The little brunet boy gave a wave, straightening the headphones around his neck as he tapped out a rhythm on a small keyboard. His blonde-haired twin smiled.
"What took ya so long, Robby?" she asked, "Traffic?"
"No!" James interrupted, "I heard all about it from Mommy! Your real daddy came back and now you're living with him for a little bit,"
"Not for much longer," little Robby told him firmly, crossing his arms, "Not if Daddy has anyting t' say 'bout it,"
Little Matt nodded and his hands flashed in an intricate pattern, making his twin nod.
"Matty's right," little Amanda nodded, "Jeremy won't let that man take you,"
The mute boy tapped a key on the keyboard and the sound of cheering sounded off, making the other three children laugh.
"Couldn't have said it better myself, Matty," little Robby grinned.
Meanwhile, Mike was stalking through the house…only to walk into the new location and stand in front of her corner in front of her shell.
"What the…?!" Mike started, "How did I…?!"
"I brought you here," came Emily's voice from behind her.
The golden spirit turned towards the former free spirit as she walked towards her…a blond-haired, gentle green-eyed man with tattered golden rabbit ears poking out of his hair nearly on her heels.
"Mike, this is going too far!" Emily said, shaking her finger at the golden spirit, "I know you've figured out you can dream walk…but you threatening Charlie? Mike…that's more his area than ours! We don't do that!"
"Ever hear the term 'mother bear'?" Mike retorted, "That is my son that we're thinking of! I will not let Charlie take him!"
"I don't want him to have Robby either," Emily agreed, "But we can't drive him to do something you'll regret. You're not thinking straight,"
"I'm thinking perfectly straight," Mike deadpanned, "You can check it with a ruler…"
"Emily…is right," the blond man replied, "Listen to…her…please, Mike,"
He turned to Mike's right.
"Gold…help me…out?"
Gold materialized in front of him and shrugged.
"Sorry, Spring, I agree with Mike here," she said, "I mean…I'm all for a little bit of chaos and surprises…"
"But it's…not right," Spring scolded, shaking a finger at her.
"You sayin' that because you think it…or because Emily thinks it?" Gold snapped.
Spring's fists clenched and he gave a threatening rumble that Gold echoed.
"I am…my own…animatronic…" Spring hissed, "You…let my…Emily…DIE!"
"You think I wanted to let him kill her?" Gold snarled, "I tried to save her! My servos locked up! I couldn't move!"
"Sure Goldie…use the…locked servos excuse…YOU CAN'T EVEN…WALK ON YOUR OWN!" Spring shrieked, making Gold roar and launch herself at Spring.
"HEY!" Mike snapped, holding Gold back while Emily held Spring, "Easy! Gold, what's with you? You never fight with Spring…"
She turned to Emily.
"You know…I think you're right here," she said, shaking Gold, "This has gone on long enough. If these two start fighting…things are bad,"
"Gee, ya think?" Emily deadpanned as she yanked Spring back with a jerk of the strings and gently stroked the tattered, golden ears, "Spring…calm down, ok? Please?"
"Oh, I just love your little spats," came a cold voice…making all four freeze and shake.
Four pairs of black eyes glared behind Emily as a familiar form leaned against the doorframe.
"I hear you want some haunting done," Scott smirked, "How can I help?"
"You aren't doing anything!" Mike snarled, "Murderer!"
Scott held up his hands.
"I'm not sorry," he spat, "I don't deny it either…but if you want something done right…why don't you ask the one who has some experience in the matters,"
"You merciless, sick psycho," Gold snarled, thrashing in Mike's grip…and honestly, Mike was tempted to let her go, "Go roast in he..."
"GOLD!" Mike snapped, "You are a children's entertainer…you are not supposed to know language like that!"
"You think I care?"
Mike glared at the murderer. Oh…what she wouldn't give to do exactly what Gold wanted to do to him. The monster took her son from her…ultimately, he was the reason Charlie was being such a little gormless cretin.
"Why don't you make like a piñata, and beat it!" Mike snarled.
"'Cause this is more fun," Scott snickered…
Only to get smacked in the face by a blue blur and a loud crash of tones. Emily, Gold and Mike all turned towards Spring…who had his guitar reared back for another blow, his normally gentle pale green eyes narrowed and deep black with hatred.
"G-G-Go…away…" he snarled.
Scott rubbed his nose, glaring blackened daggers at his 'lighter' half.
"I'll deal with you later," he promised, stalking off.
Spring shuddered and dropped the guitar to the ground as he rubbed his arms.
"Not…looking forwards…to that," he stammered as Emily put a hand on his shoulder.
"Don't worry, Spring," Gold promised, "We'll probably do another dream sequence tonight…right Mike?"
Mike nodded, turning to Emily.
"Please," she pleaded, "I can't let Charlie take my little boy. You should see his little monsters of children! They constantly pick on Robby…Em, he has to go with your brother. I can't bear it if Robby is stuck there with Charlie,"
Emily closed her grey eyes, sighing heavily.
"Fine," she told her, "But tone it down, okay? Don't let your hatred rule you or you're gonna end up like the psychopath,"
Mike gave a grin and turned to Gold.
"C'mon," she started, "Charlie's at work…we can mess with him there…wait, I just got an idea…"
She turned around and smiled as she spotted a familiar form.
"Hey Matt!" she called, "How'd you like to get some revenge?"
Anyone care to guess what Mike and Matt have in store for a certain creep? And having Scott come back for a brief moment was just a bit of guilty pleasure...so was Spring smacking him across the face with his guitar. Just to let you guys know, Spring is terrified of Scott...but he also hates the psycho because he killed 'his' Emily...hence why Spring broke the springlocks inside him when Scott hid from the ghosts. Also, never ever mention the fact that Gold can't move when she's back in her original body, she hates it when it's mentioned and she will attack if it is.
I hope you guys liked it, if you did send in the reviews! (Along with ideas because I will need them eventually!) :)
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Máriessë ar mára tecië
Elhini Prime signing off.
