Edit: Why does Tombér come out of nowhere I'm so confused I'm going to edit that out
I know everyone used to tell me to stop complaining about 8th grade because high school would be worse. No, I was right, you guys. 8th grade was freaking terrible work-load-wise. High school is pretty chill.
…says the sophomore. Okay, that'll probably change in the next two years.
Okay, okay, I won't wait till next year! XD Chill, people, it was just a suggestion! XD
Soon the group came to the end of the path. It looked like "the lion's den," as Siddeley put it, was, well…
"Underground?" Siddeley and Holley realized at the same time.
"Well… If Stacy were here, she'd say "allons-y"…" Finn sighed, stepping towards the hole.
"What does that mean, anyway?" Ramone asked.
"It's French for "let's go"."
"Yeah, I… How about "let's not"?" Fillmore asked.
"…ne allons pas?" Siddeley suggested.
"Close." Holley shrugged at Sid's amateur French-speaking abilities. "Better than the cheese-throwing llamas translation error…"
"It was one time!" Siddeley frowned.
"Uh, anyway…" Mater interrupted. "I agree with Finn! Allsy!" Mater declared, moving towards the hole. "McQueen n' Miss Sally n' Miss Stacy n' Miss Becca is down dere!"
"Allons-y." Holley corrected him half-heartedly, just for the sake of correcting grammar.
"Alright, then. Let's go."
"Down there?" Flo asked.
"Y-yes, looks like it..." Luigi said.
"How about some of us keep watch out here, man?" Fillmore asked.
Holley sighed. "Who wants to stay up here?" she asked.
About half of the group's hand went up. Those who reluctantly kept their arms at their sides were Finn, Siddeley, Holley, Mater, Flo, Sarge, and... Ramone put his hand up after noticing Flo's hand was.
"Let's go get everyone who disappeared." Flo announced. Siddeley was the last one down.
...
"Um... What." Ramone questioned once they were down. It looked as if they were standing in a hospital. Or hotel, Ramone wasn't really sure. If it was a hospital, it was a weird-looking one. If it was a hotel, it was a weird-looking one.
Siddeley swore under his breath.
"What's with all the doors?" Mater asked.
Siddeley slowly started backing towards the ladder—only to find it wasn't there anymore. He swore—again.
"Sid!" Holley cried, desperate for answers. She grabbed his shoulder and turned him around to face them instead of the wall.
"His favorite game." Siddeley whispered in disbelief.
"What?" Flo asked.
"His favorite game." Siddeley repeated. "The doors."
"What's so scary 'bout—" Mater started to ask, opening a door.
"No, don't!" Siddeley shouted, but it was too late. Mater slammed the door shut as soon as he opened it.
"Mater?" Flo asked.
"N-nothin'…" He replied shakily.
"Siddeley, what are behind the doors?" Holley asked.
"Who knows?" Siddeley asked. "But I do know it's something that someone is scared to death of. If you're lucky, it won't be yours."
"Sounds a lot like that Doctor Who episode…" Holley frowned. "Are you sure you didn't give him this idea by being influenced by our overly-enthusiastic fangirl friend?"
"Positive." Siddeley frowned.
"What if they're trapped behind a door?" Ramone asked.
"I bet they are." Siddeley replied.
"So," Finn spoke for the first time in about ten minutes. "Doors. Let's see what's inside."
And with that, they split up, but staying in sight of each other, of course.
The sounds of screaming, ominous noises, cries of surprise, and slamming doors were heard in the next twenty minutes of searching. Finally, a gasp was not out of fear, but relief.
"Tia!" Flo called.
Tia glanced up. "Flo?" She desperately questioned.
"Tia, this... Scares you?" Flo asked looking around. Flo had seemingly come out of a closet and they were now in a nice house.
"This is Lightning's house." She whispered.
"And?" Flo raised an eyebrow. Tia pointed to the doorway. Flo peeked inside to see Lightning and Sally playing peek-a-boo with a baby. Flo looked back at Tia.
"Come on," she sighed. "Let's get out of here."
...
"Sally?" Holley asked walking into a race arena, glad it wasn't something she was scared of.
"Holley?! Oh thank God, please, get me out of here." She begged.
"Alright, alright, the way out's right there. Where... Where are we? You're scared of a racetrack?"
"Sort of." Sally sniffed. Holley realized that Sally was crying. The young spy glanced up at a big screen and her stomach churned with horror. A red race car with a ninety-five painted on it was off the track, beaten up, dirty, upside down, and smoking. Paramedics surrounded the car.
"McQueen..." Holley realized. "You're afraid to lose McQueen."
Sally nodded.
"Well, we better hurry if you don't want to." Holley urged, gently taking her arm and leading her to the exit.
...
"I found Tia!"
"And I found Sally."
"I found my car," Ramone joined the announcements.
"What?" Siddeley asked.
"It had an awful paint job... The horror..."
"You're makin' that up." Flo put her hands on her hips.
Ramone just grinned.
"Let's keep looking." Finn urged.
"I don't want to." Siddeley frowned.
"Siddeley, we have to save our friends." Finn reminded him, gripping his shoulder.
"I know." Siddeley agreed, and they all split up again.
Siddeley searched one door after another of terrifying things, some of which not at all were scary to him. Although, a few did manage to legitimately freak him out. He opened a door to a room where inside, a sad-looking clown with a balloon stood all by himself.
"Sorry." He told the clown that appeared completely harmless. The clown just looked at him with big, sad eyes.
Siddeley closed it. "Well that was awkward..." He breathed.
He braced himself and opened another.
"Are you my mummy?" A kid in a gas mask asked.
"Um... No. Sorry."
"Please let me out of here, Mummy." Siddeley heard as he was closing the door.
He let out a deep sigh. "Stacy's not the only one." He murmured.
He opened another door. "Oh you've gotta be—!" he was interrupted by screaming passengers on a plane.
A crashing plane, he realized. "Well, I'm out of here." He decided, walked backwards and slammed the door.
Expecting the worst each time, he opened another door. "Okay what the hell?" He asked. The door led to, well, what looked pretty much like the set of a kiddie puppet TV show.
"Would you like to play with us?" A noodle puppet asked. Siddeley slammed the door. Okay, that is scary, he thought.
Another door was a tall, black figure with purple eyes and purple... Sparkles? Floating around it. It made a gurgling noise and looked at Siddeley.
"Oh, this is my sister's room, alright." Siddeley murmured.
This was taking too long. He should be finding someone by now.
He opened another door, expecting the worst.
He was pretty sure he got it and more.
"Oh my god, what in the name of all that is holy...?!" He stared into the room with wide eyes. For a moment, he legitimately thought he was staring into hell.
First of all, there was blood. There was blood everywhere. The blood was dripping from the ceiling, written on the walls, and forming into puddles of the crimson liquid with various entrails floating around in it. If that wasn't macabre enough, the creatures—both lurking around and floating through the air, causing more blood to splatter topped it off. Most obvious were angel statues making the lights flicker, various what looked like ghosts popping up out of nowhere, zombies eating from large piles of flesh, a shadow-creature that eerily resembled Stalker Siddeley but clearly wasn't, and giant man covered in chains and blood who seemed to be patrolling. Siddeley looked around more, noticing people who looked like patients from a mental hospital harming either themselves or each other.
Siddeley moved to close it and attempt to forget the scene forever, but stopped when he heard familiar crying.
"Oh, God." He ran into the room. "Stacy?"
Stacy was curled up into a ball against a bloody wall, sobbing into her knees. A broken camcorder rested by her side. Siddeley fell to his knees by his friend.
"Sid?" She whispered, looking up from her arms. "Oh, God, Sid... Please get me out of here..."
"Stacy... What the actual hell...?" Siddeley wasn't sure what to say. "Is this really what goes on in your mind all the time?"
"Please, get me out..." She begged once again. Siddeley helped her up and quickly led her out of the room. They were almost stopped by the fat giant, but Siddeley made them both duck and run through the doorway.
"Stacy," Siddeley began, leading his friend down the hallway with his arm wrapped around her to help her walk. "I want you to know, that after today, I am so much more concerned for your sanity than before."
"You can't fight them. You can't r-reason with… Run, hide, or die. Keep moving…." Stacy kept murmuring to herself.
"Stacy, snap out of it—it wasn't real." Siddeley began shaking her by the shoulders.
"W-where's Finn?" She asked in almost a whisper.
"Somewhere back there." Siddeley glanced over his shoulder, down the hallway. "Come on."
"Where are we?" Stacy asked.
"Unfortunately, Stalker Siddeley's favorite game." He replied in a shaky voice.
The two rounded a corner. "Finn?" Siddeley called.
"What is it?" Finn peeked around a corner, and his face lit up with relief. "Stacy!"
Siddeley looked away while Stacy and Finn did what he imagined what happened in movies—that slow motion running through a field of flowers, "I'm gonna hug you!" scene… Thing. Of course, when Siddeley looked back, Stacy had only walled forward a few steps. However, they were hugging.
"Where were you?" Finn asked.
"Oh, Finn…" she breathed. "It was horrible. It…" She buried her head in his chest.
Finn sighed. "You really must stop discovering new ways to scare yourself." He said, shaking his head.
"Let's go check with the others." Siddeley suggested. After seeing how Stacy was affected by being in a room for her, he was a bit eager to find Becca. Not to mention McQueen.
…
"Are the walkies workin' down here?" Mater asked.
"Not really." Flo replied. "Just static. Oh, I'm sure everyone above us is worried sick…"
"I found Stacy." Siddeley announced as they walked over to rejoin the group.
Flo beamed. "Oh, Honey, I'm so glad you're okay." She smiled as Stacy hugged her.
"We found Lightning." Mater happily informed the rest of the returning group.
Siddeley, Finn, and Siddeley looked over at Lightning and Sally with their arms around each other's shoulders.
"So, that leaves…" Stacy pursed her lips, just about recovered from being in her room.
"She's in here." Siddeley announced, gazing into a door. Everyone peeked their head over the side of the door—everyone was looking inside it like characters in a cartoon. What was through the doorway was a dusty wasteland.
"Becca's in here." Siddeley nodded confidently.
"How do you know?" Lightning asked, questioning how Siddeley knew more about his own sister than he did.
"Because that's Radiator Springs." He pointed. "And this is the worst nightmare she's ever had."
Edit: I hope you enjoyed the edit to ficStacy's room. That was AMAZING to describe, LOL.
Hope you enjoyed a long chapter. (And the reference to Lemon Fever. ;) )That's why it took a while. That, and SCHOOL. Seriously, 8th grade is KILLING me. I've wanted to rage quit school all week. -_-