AN: Welp. This is a much longer chapter than usual, and the canon cast finally make a proper appearance! Please tell me if you have any suggestions for later eventsin this story, and as sort of a self promo I want to say that I also take requests! My fandom list is on my profile so feel free to go check it out and make a request. Reviews are always appreciated and I hope you enjoy.

As the final call for closing time echoed throughout the museum the girls split up, Megan heading to check the tomb for evidence, given that it seemed to be the most likely location for magic objects. Meanwhile Story wandered the halls for anything else.

Megan sighed. She had examined every inch of the tomb in under ten minutes, and Story had yet to return. She had promised to meet her once she found something or found it was too late to stay. Megan slid down against the cool glass of the sarcophagus case. She shut her eyes and relaxed slightly. This only lasted a few moments however, as a soft golden glow shone through her eyelids.

"What? It is magic…" She opened her eyes to see the wall mounted tablet emitting the glow. The noise of glass scraping against stone however distracted her. A stark realization washed over Megan with a start. She was in a tomb. With a sarcophagus and a magic tablet that was assumed to bring things to life. Needless to say, when a hand tapped her shoulder she was out of there like a bat out of hell.

Story's escapades so far had been far less interesting. She meandered down halls, searching for a source of the energy. She could hear the night guard downstairs, it sounded as if he was stumbling along with a large key ring in hand. She made a mental note to avoid him and advise Megan to do the same. After fifteen minutes of wandering Story decided it was too dangerous to stay longer. She headed off towards the tomb, assuming Megan had understood the agreement. As she did so something caught her eye. The T-Rex that stood at the entrance of the museum. Or more so the lack of one. Story picked up her pace towards the stairs, worried about their safety here. She was interrupted by the call of a moose. As it charged down the hall towards the strawberry blonde she dove to the side.

"What the fuck!?" She yelled, half of her laughing and half having a panic attack. Story got up again, dusting herself off and adjusting the pleats of her black skirt.

"Was that a fuckin' moose?" She breathed, hopping down the steps two at a time towards the first floor. "Oh my god…" She sprinted for the tomb as it came into view. She had hoped it was safe and that Megan stayed, but as she entered her eyes fell on something that terrified her. The two jackal guards had crossed their spears and the casket and glass case were open, the lids thrown to the side in a deliberate manner. She stepped in closer. The guards turned slowly, then raised their spears. Story breathed a soft thanks to whatever god had allowed her to survive this.

"For real, I should have expected this to be the magic thing." Story scolded herself. She passed the sarcophagus carefully and placed her hand on the oddly warm metal tablet.

"Young lady?" A deep voice startled Story away from the tablet. "What are you doing?" She swallowed hard.

"I'm sorry, I just… I'm one of the girls whose been working here." She kept her eyes trained on the floor as she stepped away from the tomb. "I didn't mean to stay this late." He chuckled.

"Was it your friend who I saw running down the hall, looking like she had seen a ghost?" Story looked up.

"Yeah," she smiled. "That would be Megan." The former president offered the girl a hand.

"Theodore Roosevelt, former President of these United States of America. Would you like some assistance in finding her?" Story nodded and took his hand, allowing him to hoist her onto the back of his horse. He took off down the hall as the museum finally began to wake up fully.

Megan was pinned in a corner when they found her.

"Meggles!" Story cheered, jumping off the horse. "I found you!" The blonde girl jumped to her feet and hugged her friend tightly.

"Bruh-chan…" She huffed as Story giggled at the odd nick-name. "We need to leave." Story smiled softly.

"I dunno, I guess it's late." The president approached, having dismounted.

"And might I say, you two aren't supposed to be here." Story hung her head.

"Yeah, I know. But can I ask something before we leave?" He hummed thoughtfully, then nodded.

"What do you need to know, lass?"

"Is it the tablet that brings everything to life? Or is it something else?" He smiled.

"The tablet, it's power keeps us all alive during the night." He elaborated.

"Okay… And it's everything?" He nodded. The orchestra of animal noises and human voices coming from down the hall supported the former presidents claim. Before they could leave said noise grew, and a small group of people came running down the hall towards the girls. It consisted of several men in thick leather armor and a night guard. The night guard was being dragged along roughly by his collar. He held onto his flashlight like a life line.

The apparent leader of the armored men yelled something to the President before dropping the terrified man at his feet.

"Attila, that is the new guard." He explained as Story and Megan slunk back. "He'll be doing Larry's shift on Saturdays and Sundays." The Hun huffed and ordered his men away, leaving the guard behind.

"Now, you two are welcome to come here. Day or night." The president offered. "But I don't recommend coming on the weekends, most of the exhibits will be locked up then. Larry has been one of the few guards to allow us free-roam." Story looked at him confusedly.

"Were allowed to stay?" She questioned.

"Indeed, you know about the museum's secret now." Teddy murmured as he mounted Texas once again. "A secret that I trust you will keep?" They nodded frantically.
He smiled and rode off.

"Have a safe evening ladies." They bolted for the door.

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"MEGAN WHAT THE FUCK." Story threw herself onto the couch as soon as they had made it home.

"I don't know!" Megan cracked up. "Since when are we able to actually feel magic?" Story groaned into the couch cushions.

"Fuuuuuuh." She sighed. "So are we staying late tomorrow too? It'll be Monday." Megan shrugged and yawned.

"Let's beat that dead horse when we get to it." She heaved herself to her room, falling into bed as Story fell asleep on the couch.