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Wright Anything Agency

April 30-11:03 AM

Mike internally groaned as he walked up the stairs, careful not to drop Trucy.

(Of all the times for the elevator to not work, it had to be today!)

"Trucy... I never knew... You weighed this much..." He chuckled, expecting a hit that never came from the girl. "..." He sighed, shaking his head as he looked down. "... Hmm... I wonder... If I..." He struggled a bit as he took the next step, shaking slightly. "... Dropped you..." He stomped as he placed his foot on the stair, sighing in relief. "How... Mad Apollo... Would be..." He looked at the unconscious girl's face, smiling sheepishly. "I'm not... Sure... About you... But I can see... Headlines now..."

He shifted her slightly, shrugging a bit before looking forward again. "Man found... Unconscious but... Heavily wounded... Cause by... Rusted fox..." He laughed, taking another step forward. "That would make... A really big story, don't you think-"

"TRUCY!"

Mike stopped struggling mid-step, making him lose his already small sense of balance. "ACK!" He swung his leg back, leaning forward, barely able to hear the quick footsteps behind him. "HEY!" He felt a hand grab the back of his collar, pulling him back up. He turned to thank who ever pulled him up, smiling sheepishly, before stopping when he saw the angered look on the person behind him. The person, a woman, placed her hands to her hips, her necklace glowing a deep red as she glared at him. "What happened to Trucy?!"

Mike opened and shut his mouth, scrambling for an answer. "W-well, she, uh..." The woman grabbed his collar again, bringing him towards her face. She shook him slighlty, making sure not to disturb Trucy. "What did you do to Trucy? Was it those robots? Maybe Mr. Wright was right and-"

"Excuse me, Ms. Cykes..?" The woman, Ms. Cykes, stopped shaking Mike to turn towards the voice. Mike looked over the woman's shoulder to see a little boy, around the age of seven, shuffling his feet awkwardly as he stared at the ground. The boy smoothed back his brown hair, before looking up with startling, green eyes. "What are you doing to that man..?" The woman blinked a few times before narrowing them as she faced Mike.

This isn't over...

Mike nodded, saluting as he adjusted his grip on Trucy. The woman smiled as she faced the boy, waving to him. "It's nothing Robert! Just... A little grown up talk, that's all..." Robert slowly nodded before walking towards the two. "... Hey mister?" He pointed at Trucy, curiosity evident in his eyes. "What happened to her..?"

Mike glanced at the woman, who only watched in mild amusement. "Yeah mister, tell us what happened."

(This is cruel and unusual punishment.)

"... Well, you know how you can get nightmares right?" Robert nodded slowly, tugging on his shirt sleeve. "Well, some people lived through a nightmare, and can't get over it. Trucy here went to sleep to think about it..." The woman's eyes widened in concern, grabbing Mike's shoulders. "How long?"

"Huh?"

"How long has it been since her breakdown?" Mike took his phone out of his pocket, glancing at it. "... About a hour, why?" The woman held up a hand, ticking off her fingers as she mumbled. "..." She then placed her hands to her hips, and glared at Mike. "Then we have about ten minutes to get to the fourth floor." Without hesitating, she turned Mike around, and started to help him up the stairs, little Robert following close behind. "W-what? What happens in ten minutes?"

The woman shrugged, smiling sadly. "It depends, what was this nervous breakdown caused by?"

"..." Mike shrugged, careful not to disturb Trucy. "I... Truly don't know..."

Trucy groaned in frustration, rubbing her eyes before looking back up. Nothing changed, still the dark, blank surroundings. "Augh!" She layed down, throwing her hands in the air in frustration. "Can we just get this over with! I would like to-"

A high pitched giggle cut her sentence short. "You're going to 'ave to get up to get it over wit'!" Trucy opened her eyes and quickly sat up. Nothing about her surroundings changed. Rather, a little boy sat down in front of her. The boy was sitting down, his legs crossed, as he smiled. His long, golden hair was brought back in a small ponytail, revealing scars aligning his neck and shoulders. A long, red scar was slashed across his face, but the boy didn't seem to mind it. Trucy stared at the boy, tilting her head to the side. "... Who are you?"

The boy pouted before gesturing to himself, grabbing his black shirt. "I'm Gwegowy!" Trucy chuckled at the boy's lisp before speaking. "Gregory?" The boy nodded, crossing his arms before looking to the right. "Big Bwother calls me Goldie. He thaid it wath easier."

(I can barely understand what this kid is saying...)

Trucy stood up, dusting off her pants. "Did you want to show me something Gregory?"

"Goldie!" The boy jumped up, clapping. "Yeth! Follow me!" The boy grabbed Trucy's hand and started to run off. Trucy stumbled before catching herself. Following the little boy. "What do you want to show me?" The boy turned, and pointed ahead. "That." Trucy looked up again, and squinted her eyes. "I don't see-" The boy stopped as a large, box like object appeared. "... Oh." The boy let go of her hand, looking up at her as he smiled. "Use what I gave you." The boy shimmered slightly, waving. "It can help by putting it into the machine." Trucy looked down the see a rusted old coin in her hand. "What do you mean by machine?" She looked back up to see a man, smiling down at her.

The man wore a some sort of suit, a black bowtie and waistcoat almost hiding the golden shirt underneath. The man tipped his black top hat before giggling, smacking the box. "This right here is an old arcade game. Big brother and I used to play these all the time..."

The arcade machine whirled to life, it's screen glitching before showing a picture. It was of... Some sort of thing, black with stripes on it, with a white mask. Trucy narrowed her eyes at the title. "... The Joy of Creation..?" The man rolled his eyes, crossing his arms as he pouted. "Auntie Shadow isn't good at names sometimes..."

(Auntie Shadow?)

Trucy shook her head, and looked around the machine. A small slit was on the front of it, which she pushed her coin into. She stood back up as the machine's screen changed.

Four... Somethings were on the ground, as the thing from the title screen was in the middle. Trucy grabbed the rusty joy stick, and was surprised it didn't stick when she moved it.

She looked at the top right of the screen to see some text. "... Give gifts? Sounds easy enough, right?" The man didn't answer, he was glaring behind the machine, his arms crossed. Trucy didn't notice this as she moved the joystick, making the striped character move towards one of the pale things. A small gift appeared when the striped creature touched the thing. Making the point count go up. "So..." She moved it towards the lump on the top right corner. "Do you know what this thing is?" Trucy didn't get an answer, she glanced at the man as she gave the second lump a gift, earning more points. "What's wrong?" The man seemed to tense, clutching his sleeves tighter.

"..." Trucy sighed as she glanced back at the game, surprised that the striped thing already gave the other two lumps a gift. "How did it-?"

"Puppet." Trucy turned back to the man, who was pointing, behind the machine. "Some call him Puppet, your brother calls him Marionette." Trucy didn't notice as the text on the top left of the game screen changed until it beeped. She glanced at it, and her eyes widened. "Give... Life?" She looked behind the machine, and gasped.

Behind the machine was the backstage room, four bodies in each corner. The striped thing, Puppet, walked towards one. Trucy gasped as she saw the Puppet put on a Chica head on it. "Chancey..?" She nudged the man behind her. "You mean these are... These are the bodies of the four victims?"

"... Actually..." The man's eyes seemed to darken as Marionette put a mask on Billy and Frank's head. "There were five." Trucy watched, helpless, as the Puppet moved towards the final body, Apollo's body. His chest wound was fresh, still dripping blood on what should be a stainless floor. The Puppet lifted his face up, and inspected it.

Trucy was surprised to hear a cough from Apollo.

Apollo coughed up blood, shaking. "What... What happened..?" He looked around weakly, his single eye slowly widening in shock. "N-no..."

"Yes, you're dying." Apollo didn't seem surprised as Trucy when Marionette spoke. He narrowed his eye, flinching when he realised he couldn't feel his other eye. "I... Don't care about myself right now..." He coughed, covering his mouth with his right arm as more blood came out. "I'm... Thinking about those kids..." He glanced over towards the other children, with masks on their heads, and then stared down at his right arm, noticing he lost his hand. "... And... The people at the agency..." He shut his eye tight, trying to keep himself from crying.

Trucy covered her mouth with her hands as she watched the two. She reached a hand out, before a firm hand grabbed her shoulder. She looked up at the man, irritation in her eyes. The man shook his head, smiling sadly. "You can't do anything. Shadow says it's a haloo-ca-na-ton. It already happened."

Apollo's coughing turned her back around. Marionette went down on one knee, and held up something. "Do you want revenge?"

Trucy gasped as Apollo eyed the Foxy head Marionette held. "... Wh-what..?" The Puppet's smile seemed to widen as it spoke. "Get the man who killed you first. Make him pay for what he's done. You just won't be... Yourself."

Apollo eyed the mask before pushing it away. "No... I refuse to become a m-monster... Like him..." He shivered as the Puppet's eyes locked onto him. "Revenge... Does not restore... Balance... It will only make... Chaos... It isn't the answer..."

The Puppet hummed as it looked around, than it looked towards the kids.

(... Wait, it's not really going to stoop that low, is it?)

"Then how about they become the monsters. Never returning to their families, they are visiting them right now. But they will be back. Oh, what will their parents think..?" Apollo gritted his teeth, clenching his left fist as he narrowed his eye. "No... You wouldn't dare!"

Trucy shivered at Apollo's dark tone, making the man gently squeeze her shoulder in assurance. The Puppet, though, only chuckled. "Do not tell me what I dare or dare not to do, a dead man is in no position to bargain. Unless... Said dead man wants to take the burden...?"

"Polly, no!" The man had to grab Trucy to keep her from running over to the two. Apollo stared at the ground, clenching his fists, before slumping down. Unclenching his fist as he numbly stared at the ground. "... Fine." The Puppet leaned forward, cupping a clawed hand to the side of its head. "What was that now?"

Apollo looked up, growling slightly before yelling. "I said do it damnit! Use me as your puppet in this hunt..." The Puppet chuckled, holding up the Foxy head. "You will forget this bargain the second you wake up. As for now, enjoy your stay up there for awhile. Because it will be a loooonnggg time until you see it again."

Apollo looked down, shutting his eye tight. "Just... Get it over with." The Puppet held the mask over his head. Trucy removed the arm that the man covered her mouth with. "Polly!"

Trucy smacked the nearest thing she saw the second she woke up. A muffled scream was heard, before a loud crash. Two hands firmly grabbed her, holding her in place on the couch as she fought. She screamed, not knowing what she said, until someone shook her. "Trucy! Please, beruhigen!" Trucy looked at the person who was shaking her, breathing heavily. Athena stopped shaking Trucy, looking into her fear filled eyes. Athena's eyes widened before shaking her head. "It was all a dream..." Phoenix, who was sitting next to Trucy, placed a hand on her shoulder.

Trucy took a deep breath in, quickly looking around the room. Klavier was holding his bleeding nose, while Ema was in the bathroom, looking for a tissue. Mike was standing by a desk, watching Trucy with a look of sympathy. On a couch next to her were two people she couldn't recognize, a man and a boy. She then looked at her father, her eyes wide in fear. "... A... Dream?" Phoenix nodded, gently pulling his daughter into a hug. He patted her back as she sobbed into his suit. "B-but it felt so real!" Phoenix shook his head, shutting his eyes in thought. "Some dreams are like that sometimes. They try to send a message through a hidden meaning..."

(What does a little boy with a lisp represent then?)

Ema ran back in the room, holding out some toilet paper to Klavier. He took it, covering his nose. "Thank you Fräulein Skye. Hërr Spike's daughter can pack a punch when she can." Trucy let go of her father, wringing her hands as she shamefully looked at the floor. "Sorry about that Mr. Gavin..." The man laughed, shaking his head. "It's fine. My fault for trying to wake you up Fräulein." Trucy didn't look up as the little boy stirred, blinking quickly. "... Fox man..?" Athena glanced over at Mike, giving him a questioning look as Klavier shook his head at the little boy. "Little junge, you must have been dreaming, go back to sleep."

The little boy glanced at Klavier before looking at the man. The man opened his weary eyes and nodded his head. "Listen to the kind man Robert..." The boy, Robert, smiled before nodding, burying his head into the man's chest. Trucy watched as Athena walked over to Mike, going around Ema and Klavier, then grabbing his arm. She tried standing up as Athena dragged him towards the entrance. Someone stopped her, grabbing her hand gently before pulling her back on the couch.

She turned to see Phoenix, still holding her hand, shake his head. "You... Know how Athena handles curiosity. I'd be surprised if he didn't come in fearing for his life..."

Mike stumbled as he was dragged into the hallway. Athena quickly, but quietly, closed the door before facing him. Her mouth was in a thin line as she stood, crossing her arms. Mike dusted himself off before speaking. "Listen, if this is about the night terrors, I-"

"Fox man." Mike stopped talking, staring at Athena. "... Do you know what he's saying?" Mike gulped as he fingered the glasses in his pocket. "Well... He is just a kid, maybe he saw something?" Athena shook her head, shutting her eyes as she looked down. "No, we both know about the spirits now, right?"

(When did she find out?)

Mike stared at Athena in disbelief before nodding. "... And after I came back from the office, I looked up all the spirits' names. I found something interesting... All of them, so far, were all killed in the same murder, each possessing the suits they were stuffed in... Well... All except one." She then looked up at him, her eyes narrowed in annoyance. "And this person... He was like family to me. Sure, he had his moments, but he made up for it. So I just have one question to ask..." She walked closer to Mike, before poking him on his chest. "Where is Apollo?"

Apollo hummed as he stared at the sky, still tapping his arm.

(I wonder what's taking Mike so long...)

Apollo jumped slighlty to hearing a door slamming. His hat fell off his head, exposing his long, messy, brown hair. He glanced around, his eyepatch up to show his yellow eye. The front door to the agency opened, and a woman stood in front of the door. A man followed right behind, seeming to shake as he approached the girl. Apollo squinted his eyes, looking at the man before looking at the woman.

(... Mike? What is he doing? He should be up there with Trucy, Mr. Wright and...)

The thought died as the woman locked eyes with him, her eyes narrowed before she ran towards him. He, without hesitation, turned, and started to run.

(Th-that's-!)

Athena, though, was faster. She quickly caught up, grabbing his left arm. He pulled, trying to free his arm from her iron grip. "Let me go!" She shook her head, shutting her eyes. "No, I won't." His eyes darkened, turning pitch black as Mike walked up to the two. "You just couldn't keep your big mouth shut, could you? You just had to tell everyone."

Mike shook his head, holding up his hands. "N-no... I had no choice, she cornered me... I was worried about what she would do if I didn't answer." Apollo growled, making Athena let go of his arm in shock. "What she would have done will be nothing like I'll do to you."

He twitched,, blinking a few times as his eyes slowly turned back to their natural colour. He grabbed his head, moaning. "I'm... Sorry Mike, I..." He then looked at Athena, smiling sadly. "Uhm... Hi?"

"... Hi?" Athena pouted, placing her hands to her hips. "You die, dissapear for three years, threaten to kill a man, and all you have to say is hi?" Apollo slumped forward, sweat pouring down his face as he thought. "W-well... I just wasn't prepared to see you. ... Not like this at least..." He held up his hook, looking at a few of the red stains on it. "So... Uhm... Sor-" He was interrupted when Athena picked him up in a hug, nearly crushing him. "Ack! Mike! Help!"

Mike smirked, shaking his head as he walked back towards the agency. "You're on your own for this one Captain." Apollo narrowed his eyes at the man, who only laughed in response as he walked into the building.

Athena burried her head onto Apollo's shoulder. "Apollo, mon ami, I..." Her lip trembled as she set Apollo down, allowing the man to gain back his breath. "I... Should have taken a side job instead." Apollo shook his head, smiling slightly. "No, you shouldn't have. Death is going to come for everyone, it was just earlier for me."

Athena shook her head, crossing her arms. "No Apollo. Not like this. Your death was not supposed to cause Trucy nervous breakdowns and night terrors, the Boss endless worry, and me a pain that just wouldn't dissapear. It's just..." Apollo placed a hand on her shoulder, shaking his head. "Yeah... I guess so... But, at least I'll be here for a little while longer."

"Trapped. You're trapped." Athena wiped a tear threatening to fall in her eye. "Trucy says the others are trapped, does that mean you are too?"

Apollo didn't answer, he only looked at her with his multicolored eyes. Athena looked at the multicolored eye, a small memory surfaced, one of a young Trucy grabbing the head of the fox. "... Foxy? Then you!" Apollo looked away, biting his lip. "... Go on, say it." Athena watched as he walked back towards Mike's car. "Go ahead, say I bit a man's head and nearly killed him..."

"Apollo, it isn't like you too-"

"So what?" He glared at her, his normally bright yellow eye a pitch black. Athena blinked, considering her words, before speaking. "I don't think it wasn't you." Apollo snorted, shaking his head as he looked down. "I think it was the other you." Apollo froze, clenching his fist. "... Am I right to say that's what the dark eye means?"

"..." Apollo shook his head, placing his face in his hands. "H-he speaks to me... And I can't make him stop. I... I tried so hard, but I couldn't stop myself from biting him, I sat in that cove for days... Just fighting with that thing..." He looked up, his eye back to its normal yellow. "He said Trucy needs to join, and I'm trying so hard to stop myself, but soon, I might just-"

"No, you won't." Athena smiled, punching the palm of her hand. "I know you won't go down without a fight easily. You never have in court, so you won't as Foxy."

"... I guess so..." He smiled as he picked up his hat, placing it back on his head. He turned to Athena when he heard a sharp laugh. "What is it?"

"Nothing." She saluted, keeping herself from laughing. "Captain Pollo."

(A:N: Happy Independence day everyone. I hope you all have a fine day, don't hurt yourself with fireworks. R&R, and remember, your flames warn my family.)