And back with the length inconsistency. Yee
Eyyy, guess what? I'm gonna be doing a dumb Q&A thing for some of my OCs (and probs some actual characters in regards to how they're related to my OCs :P) over on deviantart! I think I'm gonna have the actual questions sent via my tumblr so you can ask anonymously if you really wanted to? But ye, I think it'll be stupid and fun. My deviantart username is on my fanfiction profile, so you can find me there for more information. I should have a journal posted about what's going down. Go check it out!
(this is probably also a good time to tell you that this is the last chapter I had all written out, and idk when I can write the next one, so that Q&A thing will probably be a good way to pass the time while you wait? Idk don't listen to me i'M NOT SURE OF ANYTHING :D)
No POV
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Siddeley called after the rapid knocking on the door, shining a flashlight around. "For the love of llamas throwing cheese at—" Siddeley opened the door and Stacy rushed in with her folded-up umbrella and immediately started talking.
"Is Brooke asleep?" She asked.
"Uh... Y-yeah?" Siddeley answered, closing the front door. "Where's Finn?"
"Watching the kids," Stacy replied, appearing to mildly search the house from where she stood. "I need to talk to you." She turned to face him.
"About what?" Siddeley asked, though he had a pretty good idea.
"He's here." Stacy breathed.
"W-what?!" Siddeley's eyes widened. "Damn it, that was fast..." He worriedly ran a hand through his hair. "How do you know?!"
"We had candles lit in the motel, right?" She began explaining. "They randomly went out and when I turned on my flashlight..." She took a shaky breath and continued in a whisper, "Behind the kids, he... He was just... There." She breathed.
"Did he do anything?!" Siddeley continued in the same volume.
Stacy frantically shook her head. "No," She gulped. "No, not... Not yet, anyway." She wrapped her arms around herself. "Where's Becca?" she realized.
"She's asleep, too." Siddeley explained. Stacy nodded in understanding.
"Sid, what do we do?" She whispered.
"Go to Andy's old place. Tomorrow morning, bright and early. Remember?"
Stacy nodded. "We'll be there."
Siddeley took a deep breath and fell backwards onto the couch in the foyer. Stacy sat down next to him.
"Oh," Stacy sounded calmer. "Before the... You know. Leland was drawing, and he and Clem..." She chuckled. "They couldn't remember what the Lemons were called."
"Okay...?" Siddeley wasn't following.
"Well, guess what they called them." Stacy smiled.
"Limes?" Siddeley shrugged.
Stacy grinned. "Grapefruits."
Siddeley stared at Stacy square in the face. "...alright. That's adorable." Siddeley chuckled.
...
"So... What, exactly happened to Andy, again?" Stacy asked the next morning as she ran her hand over one of her "brother"'s old dusty inventions. "His cats...?"
"He accidentally mutated one of them, like we told you." Becca repeated.
"So, he had to leave town." Siddeley nodded.
"What, did you guys, like, kick him out, or...?" Stacy turned to face them.
"No, no," Becca explained. "He was convinced it would be safest for everyone if he dropped everything and got his animals out of here."
"And no idea where he went?" Stacy asked, looking back at the dusty machines.
"He mentioned something about Korea," Siddeley spoke up, looking through some old boxes. "But no one knows for sure."
"Seoul? No, Busan?" Becca suggested.
"Sounds familiar. But I dunno." Siddeley shrugged.
"So, did you, uh... Have you told your sister, yet?" Stacy asked, searching through some old boxes.
"No." He sighed. "I'm still debating."
"I think she should know." Finn offered.
Siddeley thought back to after the last situation they had. Cammie... Cammie had become the new victim, hadn't she? She saw Stalker Siddeley in her dreams and over her shoulder, not Siddeley. It would only be fair if he told her.
Besides he had already scared her by telling her about the phone call.
"Yeah," Siddeley agreed with another sigh. "Yeah, she should."
"Isn't she busy with school?" Becca pointed out, shaking dust of another box.
"I'd assume so. But... I don't know. I don't want to worry her, but she'll probably come out here once she knows for sure."
"What's she studying?" Stacy asked.
"Aviation." Siddeley replied.
"For CHROME, or...?" She asked.
"No, no." Siddeley shook his head. "Just in general."
"Oh. Nice." Stacy shrugged. "Hey!" Stacy perked up upon noticing a machine with a sheet over it. "That looks familiar." She smiled, yanking the sheet off. She broke into a coughing fit when it sent a bunch of dust into the air.
"Well," Finn walked over to her. His voice was laced with sarcasm as he commented, "That was smart."
"Oh, shut up." Stacy swatted at him. "Look," she turned her attention back to the machine.
"Yep, that's it, all right." Siddeley agreed.
"How does it work? I was spacing out when he explained it." Stacy frowned.
"I wasn't paying attention, either." Finn admitted.
"Finn? Not paying attention? What has the world come to?" Siddeley asked with mock shock in his voice.
"Sid, it was over ten years ago. Give us a break." Stacy crossed her arms.
"It was a stressful situation," Becca agreed with a nod.
"He mentioned a button," Stacy contributed.
"Yeah, but he also said he forgot to add said button. There was a remote..." Sid remembered.
"Yeah, yeah, there was." Finn nodded, shaking a finger in thought. "It can't be far."
Stacy quite literally dove into a nearby box. "Wait! I found a thing!" She exclaimed, coming out of the box, holding a remote. "Does it work?" She pressed a button on the remote. A machine on the opposite side of the room roared to life, startling everyone.
"Shit! That's—crap, how d—?!" Stacy desperately tried to turn it off. "There," she pressed the button again and it shut down. "No idea what that was."
"Obviously not what we're looking for." Becca frowned.
"What about this?" Siddeley picked up a dusty remote near his feet. The "Stalker-Detector" lit up.
"Does that mean it's working, or...?" Finn tried inspecting it.
"I hope so." Siddeley shrugged.
"It's the seventh... Right?" Stacy asked.
"Yes..." Finn answered, unsure of her point.
"So... Hang on, lemme look at..." Her sentence ended in incoherent murmurs. "Sid, he called you exactly a week in advance of the thirteenth..." Stacy slowly explained.
"The thir..." Siddeley trailed off. "So we have a week."
"Until what...?" Finn wondered aloud.
"Until..." Becca sighed.
"You two saw him last night, though. Didn't you?" Siddeley spoke up.
"What?!" Becca turned back to look at Finn and Stacy.
"We're not sure." Finn admitted. "We saw... Something."
Stacy nodded in agreement. "It was gone before we could get a good look at it."
The "Stalker-Detector" made some strange noises from the other side of the room and everyone turned to look at it.
"Okay, hold up." Stacy announced. "I'm gonna go poke around Andy's old office to see if he left any instructions or anything lying around."
"Good plan." Becca half-heartedly agreed as Stacy hurried off.
As soon as she was gone, Becca spun around to face Finn. "You saw him? What the hell—why didn't you tell me? What happened?! Tell me exactly."
Finn took a step back in surprise. "He—he was only there for a moment, it—Stacy said you were asleep when she went to tell Sid!"
Becca sighed and crossed her arms. "I'm sorry. It's just… I'm sorry. I'm a bit on-edge right now."
"We all are." Finn frowned.
"Ack!" They heard from the other room, followed by a loud crash. "What the hell?!" They heard Stacy hiss.
Finn hurried into the office. "Stacy? What happened?"
"There was this freaking—who leaves a tower of pet cages and machine parts in the corner of an office?! Damn it, Andy…" She groaned.
Finn moved to help her up but she swatted his arm. "I'm fine, I'm fine, don't move." She moved to get up herself, but winced, causing another metal part to fall, which made her yelp out of surprise.
"…please help." She quietly proposed with a pout.
Finn sighed and grabbed her hands. "Are you alright?"
"Fine." Stacy frowned. "Gonna be covered in bruises tomorrow, but fine."
"You're bleeding."
"What?"
"You're bleeding."
Stacy glanced over where Finn was referring to. There was a big gash in her arm. "Oh. Would you look at that. I thought my arm felt warmer and wetter than usual."
"We should probably take you t—"
"Yeah, yeah, in a minute." Stacy cut him off. "What's this?" she bent down and moved a box labeled 'sis'.
Upon opening it, she let out an exasperated sigh. "Of course you'd hide this behind your leaning tower of murderous metal, you walnut." She grumbled. She folded up a letter that was inside and slipped it into her pocket. "Alright, let's go."
They left the room and walked past Sid and Becca. "Hey, found something that might help us." Stacy announced.
"After we get you to the clinic." Finn stressed.
"After we get me to the clinic." Stacy repeated.
"Wh…" Siddeley began but trailed off upon seeing Stacy's arm.
"Come on, I'll explain on the way." Stacy urged, and hesitant couple followed after them.
Well that was a really lame cliffhanger. Sorry.
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