Wolfie: I do not own anything that is in the Night of the Museum trilogy, I just own my oc and all changes to the plot in order to have them be in the story. Now I'm not sure if these movies are that popular anymore but I have just wanted to do a story like this ever since I re-watched all three of the movies. Now, the title is really just a work shop title cause I feel like it goes with the story but at the same time it doesn't so if you have any good title suggestions please let me know. Also I know the introduction of my oc is a mix of both parts of the 1999 movie The Mummy and the back story of Atemu from Yu-Gi-Oh but it works for the concept that I have. Last but not least voting and reviewing this would be absolutely amazing and I would very much appreciate it. Also this is a mature story so please enter at your own risk and please do not report this book. I will also try to be as politically correct as possible and will do as much research as I can before I add anything to this book that maybe from a different culture.

Italic bold = speaking in Egyptian

Italic= speaking in Hunnish

Underlined= letters/text messages

Bold= someone on the other end of a phone call

At the bottom of each chapter will be pronunciations of certain things as well if they are necessary.

Chapter 1: Getting the job

Unknown's POV

I had been trapped in here for so long, unable to free myself, all because of those blaster night guards that keep me locked up in my sarcophagus every night and none of the other exhibits even tried to help free me. They've kept me like this for 20 years, ever since I was brought here from my tomb that was underneath a city in Egypt that no longer exists, and no matter how much I yelled and cried they would not let me out. The city had been called Hamunaptra, otherwise known as City of the Dead, but it has been abandoned for a millennia, more specifically after I was buried there nearly 5,000 years ago. Though I may have been dead longer than that seeing as the only time I have access to any kind of information is during the day when I go back to being mummified and then sometimes during the night. So really all I knew was that I was in a modern day museum with tour guides explaining my life story to any and all visitors that would take the time to actually listen to the story. They said I was the nameless Pharaoh, given the fact that my true name was never mentioned in any of the hieroglyphs that were written on the walls in my tomb or on the stand that held my sarcophagus. It has been so long since I have heard my name spoken aloud that I myself have begun to forget it, knowing that after another decade two I won't be able to make myself remember my name.

They also said, for the visitors that were adults, that I was mummified and then buried alive due to the evidence of struggling within my sarcophagus yet I was still perfectly preserved much to their shock. Sure I knew it was history and that they were there to learn about said history but it still brought up painful memories, no matter how many times it had been mentioned over the years. To make matter's worse in my opinion, they would open my sarcophagus every now and then to show off what a mummy looks like even if I was not mummified the traditional way. I know that I am technically dead during the day and I also know that that is done for learning purposes, but it is still quite disrespectful to just put my body on display just to rant about how I was murdered. Though on top of hearing my own story get repeated I heard something interesting, there's another Pharaoh at this museum that is in the same situation as me, and I can hear the other Pharaoh's yells as clear as day.

I have tried to converse with my fellow Pharaoh, managing to do so many a times as we conversed in our native tongue, it was hard to hear each other sometimes but it was nice nonetheless. We managed to give each other the company that we desperately craved, even though we physically could not see each other we grew a bond that goes beyond physical appearance. It was sweet, what he says to me when we speak with each other was sweet, he was sweet and it honestly was hard to believe that he was Pharaoh at one point in time as he just seemed so innocent. All in all we were very acquainted with each other, well as acquainted as we could be given our current situation, and I even learned what his name was much to my joy. Ahkmenrah, it rolled off the tongue perfectly, and I would say it every chance I got because I didn't want him to go through what I am going through, I didn't want him to forget his name. He never seemed to mind, he did ask about my name as well but by then I sadly could remember what it was, I had been called the nameless Pharaoh by the modern day people for far too long.

"Do you think we'll ever be free from our sarcophagus's?" I asked in our native tongue one night after the old night guards had finished locking everyone up for the night.

"One day we shall be free, and when that day comes, I shall make it my personal mission to help you remember your name." Ahkmenrah said in our native tongue as well as he intended to keep his word or may Ra strike him down where he stands.

"That's sweet of you Ahkmenrah, but not even the people who visit my exhibit know my name." I said sadly as I feared that I may never remember my name, but it was nice to be hopeful.

"Do not fret my lovely Pharaoh, one way or another, we shall find your name." Ahkmenrah said making his promise to me official as he seemed very dedicated to this.

"With you nearby, I no longer have anything to fret about." I said as that was true for me as I feel the familiar warmth of a blush, talking to Ahkmenrah made me no longer scared about what the next night would bring for us.

In the end we talked for hours, just about anything and everything nut also mostly about when we were Pharaoh's, minus how we died seeing as that was a touchy subject for the both of us. Though as I felt the familiar pull that comes with the approaching dawn we bid each other good morning, knowing that we will have the chance to talk again once the sun sets. Slipping back into my mummified state my "dreams" were filled with fantasies of when I would finally get to meet him face to face and of fantasies about being free from my sarcophagus.

End of unknown's POV

One month later

Larry Daley sighed sightly to himself as he looked up at the sign that says Museum of Natural History before walking inside, he wasn't a big history buff but he needed a job so that his ex-wife doesn't take away his agreed visitation time with his son Nicky. That and he also needs some kind of income in order to pay his bills in order to not get evicted again because that was actually what was going to make Erica, that's his ex, not let him see their son. As he walked inside he passed by a fully intact, aside from a few broken teeth, Tyrannosaurus-Rex skeleton and the exhibit of Theodore "Teddy" Roosevelt on his horse Texas. Larry was headed towards the reception desk, having a quick conversation with a woman named Rebecca Hutman who pointed him in the right direction of where he needed to go for his job interview. That is after they had a quick conversation about Teddy Roosevelt where he got the fact that he was their 26th president completely and utterly wrong. Still Larry figured that his guess was better than nothing as he went to a office down in the basement labeled security as he rang the small bell that was next to it.

"Heeelloooo?" An old man who seemed to hunched over asked as he opened the top portion of the door, only to straighten up and laugh. "Ah I'm just messing with you." He said as Larry laughs awkwardly at the interaction that they just had.

"Hello uh, I'm Larry, Larry Daley. A-Are you Mr. Fredricks?" Larry asked, a bit nervous as he wanted to make sure that he was talking to the right person.

"Ah, no, Mr. Fredricks was my father." The man said as he offered his hand to Larry, which said man grasped and shook. "I am Cecil, good to me you, Larry." The old guy, now identified as Cecil, says as he finishes shaking Larry's hand "Nice firm hand shake, I like that. Tells a lot about a man." Cecil said as he gave Larry a quick once over. "Come on in." He said as he opened the other half of the door, allowing Larry to walk into the 'office' which really just looked like room in the basement. A room with exposed pipes on the wall for easy access and maintenance, most likely the water pipes.

"Let's talk turkey here." Cecil said as he walked over to a desk that was in the office and sat down behind it.

"Okay." Larry said as he just stood there seeing as there was no where to sit down.

"The museum is losing money, hand over fist. I guess kids today don't care about wax figures or... stuffed animals." Cecil said, trailing off in the middle of his sentence almost as if he was trying to find the right word to say. "So their downsizing, which is code for firing. Myself and the other two night guards. They want to replace us with one new guy." He continued to explain as Larry honestly tried to be sympathetic.

"Oh, sorry." Larry said though it was quite obvious that he wasn't good at things like sympathy towards situations like this.

"Well, I mean what are you gonna do?" Cecil asked but even if it wasn't a rhetorical question he never gave Larry a chance to answer as he stood up. "I'd like you to meet my uh two colleagues here. Reginald, Gus!" He said after getting up and walking around his desk to stand next to Larry. This caught the attention of an old black man with a cane, and a short bald old man who's face was unnaturally pink as the later shot awake from napping on the couch.

"Ahh! Where is he? I'll beat him with my fist!" Gus exclaimed, clearly disoriented from his nap as he sat up whilst Reginald stood up from the chair he was in. "What? Ohh!" Gus said as he finally noticed Larry.

"Gus this is Larry Daley, the kid who want to be the new night guards." Cecil said as he referred to Larry as a kid since he was in fact younger than them.

"Whoa! Uh, night guard?" Larry asked because that was not what he thought this job would be, seeing as he was just told that this was a job at the museum.

"No, no, the lady at the agency said this was a museum position." Larry said as Gus was getting close to the point where he was one step away from being uncomfortably close.

"Most important position in the museum, Larry." Reginald said as the night guards were the only ones standing in the way of anyone getting in or out of the museum.

"He looks like a weirdie." Gus said as he stared up at Larry in a honestly really creepy and judgmental sort of way.

"Hehe, he's a wonderful guard, terrible people skills." Cecil said in Gus's defense though Larry didn't really seem to believe that that was true.

"Now listen, lunch box, don't try anything funny. I once went nine rounds with John L. Sullivan." Gus said and from next to him Cecil mouth the words John L. Sullivan seeing as he had heard this story be repeated to many a job candidates.

"You never fought John L. Sullivan in your life." Reginald said as he quickly shot down Gus's story and called it a total lie.

"Gentlemen, we have a job candidate here." Cecil said, drawing Gus and Reginald back to the situation at had. "He's got an excellent resume, a winning attitude, and I say let's give him a shot. What do you say?" He asked as he gave both of his colleagues a smile.

"Hang on a sec. I think I might wanna have a little time to just think it over." Larry said as he wasn't quite sure that he wanted to be a night guard.

"Do you want the job or not, snack shack?" Gus asked as he looked at Larry with a sneer on his face.

"No, no, I want the job..." Larry said but that didn't stop him from being on the fence about the job itself.

"Welcome to the night guards, Larry." Reginald said as he shook Larry's hand, effectively cutting him off before he could say anything else.

"Larry why don't you head upstairs, I'll slip into my orthopedic shoes and give you a little tour. Arthritic knees, not fun getting old my friend." Cecil said as he urged Larry to leave when he looked hesitant, Gus making sure that he left.

"You really think he's the one?" Reginald asked curiously once he knew that Larry was out of ear shot.

"Oh yes, he's the one." Cecil said with a serious look on his normally cheerful face as he looks at the doorway that Larry walked out of.

Latter up on the second floor Cecil was giving Larry a tour of the museum showing him the hall of miniatures, Attila the Hun, the Easter Island head, and the hall of African mammals. At one point in time he did dawn a shawl and mask from a sort of Native American exhibit and snuck up on the unsuspecting younger male, scaring him. Cecil found it funny but Larry certainly didn't, especially when the old night guard gave him a lecture about not messing with any of the stuff in the exhibits. After all he was not the one who had been messing with the things in the exhibits so he didn't necessarily feel like it was necessary for him to be given that lecture. Lastly the tour ended with the Tomb of the nameless Pharaoh and the Tomb of the Pharaoh Ahkmenrah alongside the Tablet of Ahkmenrah. Cecil was acting a bit strange when it came to talking about the tablet, mentioning how it was 24 karat gold and that it was worth a fortune much to Larry's confusion. Come to think of it he had been acting very strange during certain parts of the tour, saying things that made no sense to Larry whatsoever yet that didn't stop Cecil from continuing the tour.

"So uh, why is he called the Nameless Pharaoh?" Larry asked curiously as he looked around the exhibit that was the Tomb of the nameless Pharaoh.

"He is called the Nameless Pharaoh because when they found his tomb their was no record of his name anywhere. The people who mummified him alive seemed to erase all mention of his name." Cecil said as Larry choked on his own spit when the old night guard just seemed so nonchalant about saying mummified alive. "Moving on. Be back here tomorrow at 5 pm, I'll walk you through your duties." He said as he led Larry out of the exhibit and then out of the museum so that him and his colleagues can lock up for the night.

When Larry got home, uniform for his new job in hand, he called Erica and told her about his new job and that he wouldn't be moving which she was extremely happy to hear. Though he personally was still a bit on the fence about this job, but hey he made Erica happy which means that Nicky will still be able to come stay with him this weekend. Later that night back at the museum Ahkmenrah and his nameless companion were talking once again but this time about the fact that they were getting a new night guard. The nameless Pharaoh was honestly extremely hopeful about this as maybe the fact that they were getting a new night guard also meant that he could free them from their sarcophagus's. Though given their track record that hope maybe crushed once again seeing as they have had no luck with getting any of the other exhibits to free them no matter how much they yell. Granted yelling might not be the best way to get help but its not like they'd be able to hear them talking, it was hard enough to hear each other whilst talking to one another. Besides even if the other exhibits did realize that they were being unjustly confined to their sarcophagus's he highly doubted that they would let them out, especially if the new guard follows the old guard rules. In the end it was still nice to hope as Ahkmenrah soon coaxed his fellow Pharaoh into a different conversation when the soft tone of his companion soon turned disheartened. He did this in hopes of preventing his companion from loosing faith, because he too had hope that this new night guard meant that they would finally be free from their imprisonment. Therefore if this new guard did free them, then he would finally be able to help his nameless friend find his name, and that meant more to him then the hours of life that they get at night.

End of chapter

Pronunciations

(This is for those of you who have not watched the movie)

Ahk-Men-Rah