The way he meets all of these characters are most likely the following: either what you would expect based on the movie or they are somewhat changed to fit the style of how this story's going to be shaped as. Just also note that the reactions that Larry would do in these scenarios are a bit out of the character he's used to.
...yes, if all of you have caught that major bit last chapter, then yup, I just did it. So how this will affect the story, all I can say is that for now, just imagine that part - okay, seriously, I can't do this without spoiling what I'm plotting.
Oh, and some recollections with AP classes. And if I do get something wrong, please, feel free to correct me (as if seems for the fact that I've looked this up and I have not taken AP World at all, so the highest chances of my butchering this going to be evident).
I've also been updating this at AO3- this is going to be updated differently than the other one. So be patient!
And here we go.
Chapter 3: The First Night (of his job or hell) Part 1
"All right, so the lesson for the day," Larry writes out in huge letters on the dry-erase board before facing his AP World History class, "Can anyone tell me about the definition of this word?"
The word, as written out, was DOMESTIC.
A couple of students shoot out their hands; Larry chooses the first student, who responds, "For running any type of home."
"Okay, that's one," Larry points to the next student.
"Having something happen within their own nation or country," The second student responds, "Like events or products."
"That's good- keep that in mind throughout the entire history about it," Larry commends the student before pointing to the third hand.
"Taming an animal or making something from home or within a group."
"The one I'm looking for," Larry turns around before writing down the next series of words, which he can tell his students were curious to see what he was writing: dinosaurs, mammoths, saber-tooth, cavemen, Stone Age, Bronze Age, Iron Age, Neolithic Age. "And now, tell me; what do some of these words these have in common?" Then he pauses with a quirky grin, "And no, I don't mean the Flintstones- as tempting as that option sounds." That earns waves of laughter from his students before more hands go up. Larry chooses one of the students he hasn't heard from yet.
"Except for the dinosaurs," The student responds, "All of those took place in the BCE more than thousands of years ago."
Larry nods, "Anyone else wants to take a shot at it? Remember, this class really doesn't have any wrong answers."
Another student raises his hand despite hands lowering, now thinking about the similarities between all of those words, "The last four are all part of the same age while everything else but dinosaurs have existed within that time." Then he pauses, "Though it was misconceptialized that we could've met dinosaurs."
The teacher nods, "So what does the word I just wrote-" He taps at the word Domestic on the board, "-have in relation to do with everything-" He then takes the eraser and takes out the word Dinosaurs before writing in tools in its place, "-that I'm writing here?"
Some silence before Larry points to one student who has her hands raised, "They are all... in relation to the beginnings of society."
"Bingo," Larry nods, "All of these were present when history began- as you all read- or could've, depending on how many of you have actually read the reading pages from last night's work..." He can't help but glare at few students in the class, who might've bunked out on the reading, "From in reality, we have only found evidences that pointed to the beginning of civilization."
He sees notes being written down, so he continues, "The actual origin of history is when writing was invented, but we will get to that soon when we begin looking at how writing came to be in general. But going back to this," He taps to the series of words, "These came later after the Paleolithic Age when humans came to be. What you all have learned from biology... and I hoped most of you retained instead of doing nothing," That he knows garners small laughter, "Were the series of events that managed to shape up the entire earth to the form it's in currently. This," He taps to the Stone Age, "Is the very first Age that occurred that had to do with inventions of tools that were all created from stone. Now, for something that goes back to our word connecting," He sees the students finish writing a few more things before looking up at their teacher, "There's a common misconception regarding dinosaurs and cavemen in this age; it's pretty obvious, but can anyone tell me what it is and why it's not possible?"
This time, he points to another student who he hasn't heard speaking since day one when introducing themselves, "There's a belief that dinosaurs existed in the Stone Age, but there are no evidences that show them co-existing together, historically and scientifically."
"Good," Larry nods, "Well, we all might've dreamed of taming a T-Rex at some point, but sadly, due to the environment it's been thrived before the extinction of the dinosaurs, that's not possible." Then he pauses, "But suppose we do live in a world that does this- what would you imagine the world would be like? Think about that for a few seconds before telling me."
Said few seconds later and one of the braver students raise her hand. Larry nods, saying her name before allowing her to speak.
"It still wouldn't be possible- The atmosphere will not be adaptable since we thrive on oxygen to live," She explains.
"...okay, but what if the dinosaurs have the surprising ability to adapt to oxygen?" Larry asks, wanting some of them to at least tap into imagination and have some form of creativity; it's also to jog their brains to think a bit outside and not stick to what they would be forced to read. Another student raises his hand and Larry calls on him.
"We can either domesticate or fight them," The student responds before adding, "Depending on what type they are and how they behave towards and or against us. Like... for example, someone could possibly tame a T-Rex by capturing it and taming it to be kinder to the cavemen."
Larry arches an eyebrow as some of the other students raise their hands, wanting to refute or add onto it. Okay, so far, so good; he got the class' attention at least, "That's an interesting thought; let's start off from that point and see if mankind can actually try to survive in that type of environment."
The conversation blooms into a more interesting one (that does eventually lead back to the idea about the Flintstones and why in every single of one those proposed scenarios none of them will end very well) until class ends- at that time, Larry's teaching was just beginning, but his reputation as one of the liked teacher is beginning.
This was six years ago.
Now Larry wasn't sure whether to run or to stay still.
He pales, trying to stand back up but the fact that the fossil of a large T-Rex skeleton that's practically looming over him wasn't making his body wanting to stand up.
Instead, his mind's screaming in panic, his body's all frozen, and now the poor man is trying to find a way out of this.
"This can't be real, this can't be real-" Larry mutters to himself as he slowly tries to crawl his way out the hallway-
The T-Rex skeleton looms to him, smirks, then roars.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Well, on the plus side, that roar did get Larry (aside screaming like a man who is about to be murdered in a horror-like scenario- no, not like a girl, he swears he doesn't scream like one) to scramble to get up and start running.
In which that said T-Rex begins to run after him as Larry tries his best to sprint away while it was pursuing him.
It was a bit futile, really. But Larry barely turns around (more like was about to slip down when he turns to the corner to dash back) to the desk where he was occupying much earlier- aka the main lobby.
As soon as he manages to dive towards the desk area, he manages to heave one very deep breath before he jolts in panic, hearing that T-Rex run over and try to find the teacher.
Thank God the entrance to that desk in on the side and not on the back where that T-Rex is looming over.
Now what?
"At least- argh! I found that skeleton...!" Larry manages to wince as he hears another roar from the T-Rex before trying to cover his ears. Then when he opens his eyes, he sees the fallen Manuel (the one he thought was absolutely useless) before snatching it and furiously flip through the pages, trying to find anything about what to deal with a live and kicking skeleton that could possible have the chance of biting him.
Instead, what he found was information about how to clean the damned thing and trying to retain its imagery as the largest dinosaur fossil ever found.
"Are you freaking kidding me!?" Larry curses as he flips to the next page- which said how to clean after shattered glasses and all.
Then he was about to grab the phone when his left hand brushes against the pocket that held the piece of paper the men left for him that he read earlier. Hoping that something would at least come out from it, Larry takes it out before groaning in frustration- it was those five useless rules that they've written out for him.
The first, well, obviously being-
"What the hell- WHAT BONE!?" Larry cries out in ire, want to throw that thing- paper or manual (he's debating) to the dinosaur and see how it reacts to it-
THUD.
Larry blinks, hearing that behind him before slowly peering up as he sees the T-Rex skeleton cease its chaotic behavior. He was going to ask what the heck caused that noise when he looks down at the floor, seeing a part of its rib on the ground.
...oh.
Then it comes together... as Larry stares at the bone, up at the T-Rex, who was looking at him with anticipation, then at the bone, at the T-Rex (Rexy? Should he even call it that now?), then at the bone again.
"...you've got to be kidding me," Larry can't possibly imagine- in any aspect of his entire life- that he's have to...
...throw the bone.
At a frigging huge T-Rex whose demeanor is seriously beginning to resemble that of a puppy dog as it wags its tail, panting happily at a dumbfounded Larry to throw the bone.
The imagery of a huge, roaring, carnivorous predator that is used to glorify what the Tyrannosaurus Rex is supposed to be (and do for that matter to their prey) that Larry is too used to from books (and from Jurassic Park that he can't help but have some sort of guilty pleasure in watching) just went up in a glorious flame...
...and replaces it with an overtly large puppy dog.
Larry can't tell if this is just any deity's way of saying 'FU' to him (a history teacher who is more reliant on facts and accurate accounts in several major moments in time) for taking on a night guard position (which... is really not that impressive when thinking about it if he was at the art museum and Remind me WHY DID I PUT MYSELF UP FOR THIS thoughts were running through his head) in general, or if this is just what's considered as normal in a museum and apparently Larry is too used to what's he's seen in dinosaur related movies.
Irregardless, that T-Rex's patiently waiting for him.
"...you want me," Larry gestures to himself at the T-Rex, "...to throw this." He indicates to the bone.
The dinosaur skeleton happily nods, wagging its tail in more enthusiasm than before.
"Um," The teacher can't help but slowly crouch down to grab one end of the bone (it... wait, how is this thing not heavy?) before gauging where to throw it- "...I got it... Ummm..." Then he manages to make one step before tossing the bone (like a Frisbee) towards one end of the museum.
The T-Rex runs after it.
Larry stares at it in surprise before a small surprised laugh escapes him, "...really. So, that does work?"
It instantly runs back to him and drops the bone in front of Larry again- like a dog who has just rewarded itself with its run and wants to do it again. (Larry can't help but debate whether to laugh his ass off or just go up to one of the biology teachers and ask about how a typical T-Rex is supposed to behave before saying that he's seen it act like dog.)
Larry knows he has to keep going with this. He picks up the bone again, this time at a quicker speed before waving it in front of the T-Rex, "...you want this?"
The T-Rex happily nods, seeing the bone being tossed around in Larry's hand.
"Oh, you want this, huh? Do ya?" The teacher can't help but grin- this is getting waaay too much fun for him- as he tosses it to the other hand, "Okay, Rexy-" Yes, he's going to call it Rexy now, "-Wanna play fetch?"
Rexy eagerly nods, anticipating the throw.
"All right..." Larry then tosses the bone farther than usual, "Fetch boy!"
The giant fossil runs after it, a happy and excited roar escaping it. That was at the moment Larry decides to run as far away from the T-Rex skeleton as possible, hoping that he doesn't have to throw the bone for an entire night. But the decision to look up and see where he can escape to stops him.
Instead of the silence one would expect in a museum, there was instead a series of noises- birds crowing, roars, trumpet sounds from the elephants; what were supposed to be statues and wax figures are now people moving around the museum, as if this was normal for all of them.
"Just what the hell's going on here?" He asks himself, looking in shock as he finally (after a full minute of still processing that he saw a moving Tyrannosaurus Rex skeleton... or fossil) takes a step back.
The sight of seeing all of the exhibits moving made him freeze, leaving him torn between amazed (he really was- this is was literally history coming to life) and horrified (...the fact that they are alive just freaked him out).
"...oh my fucking God is this even real?" He can't help but whisper to himself (he's a bit more horrified than amazed at the moment at the thought of HOW THE HELL WAS HE SUPPOSED TO TELL THEM TO GO BACK TO THEIR PLACES!?)
He was still in that daze as he walks up the stairs- at least the pictures weren't real. But at the same time, he's trying to figure out what's causing all of them to come to life like this- was it some sort of magic? Or some spell or-
"HEY DUM-DUM."
Larry jumps at the voice as he turns around (he doesn't realize it but he just walked up a floor), trying to find the source when he sees an Easter Island head, who is just staring at him- it was stationary so that just explains why it can see him walk to its line of vision. A few seconds later after what seems to be a light staring contest (as Larry is just wondering if he heard right), the Maoi island head grins.
"YOU DUM-DUM."
"Y-You... what?" The startled man was surprised to see that Easter Island head out of all things, "...um... can you help me with- what's going on exactly-"
"DUM-DUM! ME WANT GUM-GUM!"
And then his eye twitches as he just realizes the Maoi Island head has not only made him feel insulted (Dum-Dum!? He wants to scream loudly in irritation over being named as a frigging lollipop) and realizing that the head is not going to help with his predicament, "That's your- seriously- You want-" Then he gives up, deciding to at least humor himself, "Okay, what the heck's Gum-Gum?"
"ME WANT GUM-GUM!" The Moai head is still at it, wanting... gum?
...so that head wants gum.
"...are you serious?" Larry just stares at the head hilariously, "Why would- you're an Easter Island head!" He can't believe he's talking to a head out of all things- and it wants bubble gum, "Why the heck would you want gum!?"
"ME WANT GUM-GUM, DUM-DUM WILL GIVE ME GUM-GUM!"
Seriously, Larry can't realize with sheer ire as his hand twitches, wanting to smack his head over this pointless and one-tracked conversation, This head is really helpful. Really.
He doesn't hear very loud shouts coming from the other side or horrified looks before slowly edging away; instead, he just settles on trying to be calm (and preventing himself from... wait. Larry can't do anything to the Easter Island head), "...look. I'm trying to ask for some... assistance in this area and maybe I'm being insane-"
"DUM-DUM, YOU MIGHT WANNA-"
"Oh will you stop it!?" Larry groans, "Fine, fine! I'll give you gum- will that make you feel better!? Just stop calling me Dum-Dum!"
Hopefully, nobody outside the museum will catch wind of his lollipop nickname.
"DUM-DUM PROMISES? THEN HE MIGHT WANNA RUN-RUN! IT'S COMING BEHIND DUM-DUM!"
...more talk? "...why should I run?" The teacher deadpans, wanting to know whether or not this is something he should be aware about-
"HEY DUM-DUM, YOU MIGHT WANNA RUN-RUN!"
"From wha-" Larry was about to ask what to run as he turns around from when groups of the other exhibits were shouting and dodging out of the way of an incoming group of a group of black-fur clad clothed men, swords, spears, and daggers out, thirsting for fresh blood. He stiffens as the leader points at him, shouting something in-
-that language is Hunnic. Larry's heard it a few times back in college when one of his classmates was trying to teach it to the class for his presentation. Those black-clad men were the barbarians who managed to conquer...
Larry pales, a really bad feeling creeping up on him. If his bad feeling is correct as to who the leader of those barbarians were-
"YOU MIGHT WANNA RUN-RUN, OR HUN-HUNS ARE GONNA GET YA!" The Moai head warns.
-is Attila the Hun himself.
Said leader with the long beard and pointy hat with feathers flocked on the top along with a wavy sword, dashes forward to one of his men (who points at Larry)
Then Attila's face morphs into a furious expression, shouts a murderous threat, glaring at the teacher before the Huns make their dash to him.
"Oh shit." Larry utters before sprinting away from the Moai head, screaming his head off in panic with the blood-thirsty Huns in tow with Attila the Hun roaring the lead, sword at hand.
Larry manages to run for his dear God life with the Huns chasing after him- that is until he manages to run into a two-sided hallway (if he has some form of endurance, he can thank God for at least allowing him to have enough endurance that can at least outrun the Hun horde by a couple of feet).
By the time he's able to run into another exhibit room, he can hear the Huns running through the doors to that exhibit- luckily for the poor teacher, it was one of those exhibits in which there were only two entrances and it was large enough for him to hide in. He can hear one of the Huns run in, search the room, then shout something that sounds remarkably similar to not finding the newcomer, then running off as more shouting in Hunnic echo at the end of the hall.
Whew! He can barely catch his breath as he catches his balance on one of the benches. Then he realizes he's capturing the attention of practically most of the exhibits that were peering at him from behind the glasses.
"Um," Larry gulps, suddenly feeling a bit more embarrassed than he should as he readjusts his collar, "...hi? I'm... um. Oh crap, now what?"
It also wasn't clear to him that they are staring at him before recognizing the guard uniform and going back to what they were doing- well, for one of the exhibits, one of the figures is looking at him in actual confusion, trying to see what is really going on.
The teacher blinks, seeing the woman who is curiously looking at him. He sees the two others in the exhibit next to her... before recognizing Lewis and Clark (who are clearly not paying attention as they are arguing over the map they have in their hands). Then from that- he recognizes the third person, a woman who is looking at him in confusion.
"You're... oh, damn, the name's on the tip of my tongue-" Larry snaps his fingers, trying to think of who that last person is- the one who accompanied Lewis and Clark on their exploration to the west, "It starts with a 'S', Sa... I know that-"
The woman gently knocks on the glass and points to the information board. He walks over and reads it rapidly before his eyes widen, catching the name of the final person.
"Sacagawea! Oh man- how did I... damn, the worst time to forget American History. Sacagawea, right?" Larry calls out, pounding on the glass, which also catches the two explorers' attention before glancing over to see the newcomer, "Hey- HEY! Can you hear me!?" He frowns, seeing the Native American sadly shake her head as she points to the glass, mouthing something that he can barely make out. Even he sees Lewis and Clark mouth something, but clearly he can't hear them.
"Well, there went the thought that the glass wasn't sound-proof," Larry mutters to himself, looking around to see if there was any sort of way he would try to open the exhibit without trying to break the glass (trying is the key word) before realizing that he has keys, "...wait." He signals the three to stop talking, looking at him in inquiry as he grabs the keys, "Hang on, I think..." He spies a silver keylock as he crouches down, looking through the keyring Cecil has given to him before finding one of the few silver keys. He knows the three are now walking over to where Larry is as he tries to push the key through the keyhole, but it wasn't the right one.
"Are you kidding me?" Larry grumbles, hoping to God the Huns won't find him in this room as he continues to rummage through the rest of the keys before trying to find another silver one, "Oh God, not this one either-" He grimaces as he tries to jam the key through the keyhole (it wasn't the right one, nor the one next to it), "-gah, damn!" Then he groans, shaking his head, "The silver keys-" He indicates to them to the three exhibits, "They can't fit!" He shouts this as loud as he can while trying his best to indicate the currently bad predicament.
On the other side, Clark groans, "Is that man serious? None of those keys fit in!?"
"Those blasted guards must've changed the locks- that old man's too clever," Lewis growls, sitting down on the boat before glancing over to the Native American woman, "Are you all right?"
"Yes," Sacagawea nods, if a bit sad, "I really thought it was one of those silver ones also- This glass, I can't hear what you're saying-" She's glancing over to the new night guard, who is mouthing and indicating something with the other keys, "...though he's indicating that he's trying out the others to make sure that they all fit."
"...well, that man's not mad in his attempts," Lewis mutters, giving the new man some admirability.
Larry, on the other hand, can't hear them as he tries one of the other keys before sighing, seeing as if it can't fit.
"...this is seriously killing me," Larry mutters before freezing, hearing a loud shout. The teacher quickly scrambles up, recognizing that roar before one of the Huns runs in and sees Larry. "Oh no, no nono-" Over the Hun's shout, Larry yells out to the three, "I'll try again! Sorry- HUNS!" When Atilla dashes in with his Hun Army, Larry manages to furiously dash out of the room before any of the Huns can capture him.
At the other side, all three stare after the horde before at each other in surprise.
"I suppose-" Clark slowly states before warily glancing back at that direction, "-if we do get free from this idiotic glass prison, should we let that poor new lad know why the Huns want to tear him apart?"
Larry doesn't know for the life of him why the Huns would even want to chase after him- well, reason was out of the question as soon as one of the axes nearly hit his face when he tried to ask them a question.
"Shitshitshitshit-" Larry curses as he makes a mad dash for the elevator he's spotted earlier, wanting to run for his life as the Huns roar, stampeding towards the elevator as Larry quickly enters in, quickly tapping for the lower floor button, "Hurryhurryhurryhurryhurry-"
Attila is shouting at some of his men to capture Larry, again in the Hunnic language.
Larry is rapidly pushing the button to shut the elevator door as he pales, "Oh come on!" He groans before finally seeing the door (achingly) begin to close as Attila and the Huns run closer- he can feel their running nearly pound on the floor. He closes his eyes, mentally preparing for anything to stab him so he can dodge him-
-only to have the door shut before any of the Huns could do anything.
Larry opens his eyes and breathes out a loud sigh, "Oh Thank God-"
-only to have some grunting and much to his horror, seeing Attila the Hun (out of all people) trying to pry open the elevator door with his bare hands, trying to at least open the door.
"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!?" Larry screams out in horror as the first instinct for Larry is to try and smack something in Attila's face to stop that man from opening the door and barging in.
It wasn't until he hears an aggravating BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP that sounds from the elevator (as it begins to move). The barbarian leader curses in his native language as the doors were shutting on his face. Attila manages to pull his face out from the elevator door before shouting something to Larry (that he swears could be sounded for 'I'll be back for you!') before the elevator door shuts.
He can't help but sigh in actual relief, blessing (for once) the soothing (not really as soon as he found out the name of that song) music from the elevator as it moves downwards.
A small ding and instantly, Larry brushes himself off as he manages to walk out from the elevator-
-and into a much worse area as he suddenly hears a sharp growl next to him-
-there are lions that were about to stalk and attack him.
Oh. Larry pales. ...Shit. The lions.
Maybe... it was a good thing Cecil warned him about the lions (well, earlier. Now-)
"Um... easy," Larry slowly takes a few quiet steps trying to side-step the ferocious felines, who are slowly following his moves with their eyes before slowly stalking him, "Easy... I'm not your food..."
One of the lions' eyes narrow as another one begins to lick its lips.
"Err..." His eyes quickly shift towards the series of trees that block his way from the savannah platform to the door that has the door, "...okay, keep calm..." He mutters to himself as he continues his slow progression towards the trees, "Don't freak out, don't-"
One of the lions slowly rumbles, taking one quick step towards the night guard.
"ARRRGGGGHHHH ARE YOU KIDDING ME!" Larry screams, instantly taking off as he sprints towards the door while passing through the trees (read: dash) before reaching towards the end of the hallway. In an instant, he sees the two metallic grid-like doors and grabs them as soon as he reaches the other side of the entrance. Then he slams it shut- before the lions roar and try to claw him as he tightly grips the middle bars shut (at a relatively high distance from those sharp claws).
"Ha! Try me now!" Larry grins happily before the lions gives up trying to reach for the teacher and stalk back towards the entrance. He reaches for the keys so he can lock up the doors and hoping that he would never enter back in that room again.
"Whew... glad I'm not in that room anymore-" Larry blinks, feeling nothing but air as he grips for the keyring (that has all the keys attached), "...you've got to be kidding me-" Using his left hand, he frantically tries to feel for a metallic ring or that slightly set of metallic keys that he had attached to his belt not too long ago.
"Don't tell me I dropped it!" Larry curses, recalling that there have been areas where he could've dropped the keys. There was the elevator, but the lions are still stalking that area, just waiting for him to come back. Then there was the floor where he just came from, but then those Huns will probably rip him apart. And he knows he had those keys when he ran into the room with Sacagawea, Lewis, and Clark (and had it attached back to his belt- he knows because he can hear the jingling of them from his running).
And then-
-he hears a happily screeching laugh that's a bit above of his head.
Looking up, the teacher sees his keys... dangling in the hands of a capuchin monkey who is laughing at his face.
"Are you- How did you- You stupid monkey!" Larry gapes as he furiously tries to reach for the sets of keys that he seriously needs to lock the other set of door just he really doesn't want to deal with any more animals for the night. He can't help but curse, glaring at the capuchin, who is laughing its head off as it dangles the keys in front of his face, "Give me those back you- you evil little fuzz ball!"
The monkey - capuchin, capuchin... Larry mentally chants to himself that it's a capuchin, not a monkey- just sticks its tongue out, obviously gleeful in its small victory.
"Give. Those. Back." Larry glares at the monke- capuchin. It's a freaking capuchin. Oh Good God, this is giving him new reasons to hate capuchins. He can feel a vein pop when he hears the other monkeys laughing with the mon- capuchin. Capuchin. Not... a tiny, annoying, fuzzball that's called a monkey. ...Capuchin (damn it).
(Several months and years down the road, Larry will place the capuchin on top of all else that aggravates him next to his prankster students he's taught four years ago in AP World History. The story on those pranksters will come at another day.)
And speaking of-
His thought train screeches to a halt when he hears the capuchin blow a raspberry in his direction. Larry's eye twitches as he glares at the capuchin- wait, didn't Cecil look at it called him Drexel?
"...wait, your name's not Drexel," Larry glares before groaning, remembering that he asked a while back, "D- It starts with a D, E- Dexter! Your name is Dexter!"
The capuchin gleeful chatters at Larry finally getting that name right.
"...can you please give those keys back?" Larry barely contains his temper as he holds out his hand... at a certain distance above the lions, who he knows are still out for his blood.
Dexter shakes his head before laughing along with his friends, holding the keys away from him.
The teacher can't help but groan, "Okay, look, Dexter- I know you like shiny objects- Don't even think about encouraging him!" He saw this in a movie once and he knows this will utterly fail by all means (it'll take a frigging miracle if this works), but he swiftly takes out a piece of paper (which wasn't the item he was looking for in the first place) before freezing, recognizing it.
It was the rules.
He quickly opens the letter again, quickly rereading it because somehow, those steps are actually beginning to look really familiar to him (as a few hours before, he actually wants to call Cecil and demands to know whether or not this was some sort of moronic joke).
One: Throw the bone. He did that earlier with that T-Rex skeleton.
Two: Lock up the lions or they will eat you. ...going to do that. Larry grimaces, knowing how much a relief that one will be when he locks the door- waaaaaaaaait.
Three: Double-check your belt; the monkey probably stole your keys. And that's his current predicament. He glares sufferingly at the capuchin, who is still laughing at him before his attention is caught at the paper. Huffing and mentally trying to find a way to coerce that monkey to hand his keys back, Larry keeps reading, not noticing how Dexter is eyeing the letter Cecil gave him earlier.
Four: the horses are attached to the stage coach. "Seriously," Larry mutters as his eyes narrow recalling no horses or stage coaches (or both) in the museum grounds, "I don't see them! If there were some, they should've been on exhibit by now."
Five: Go to the Tomb of Akhmenrah and muffle the mummy; He scares the others. ...wait, muffle the... mummy?
"The mummy scares the others?" Larry blinks... before paling, recalling what he's done earlier.
"Are you serious?" The teacher mutters to himself before mustering enough strength and lunges to push the large stone slab away before it falls with a thud on the ground. Looking at the actual coffin, Larry can't help but be entranced at seeing the intricate markings. After looking around to make sure there are no cameras watching, he unlocks the pin and opens the glass door to the artifact before carefully lifting it away, his hand slowly tracing the signs that are painted and carved on the golden funerary coffin.
Something about it makes Larry want to learn about it more- to try and decipher the enigma behind the sarcophagus.
"Wow..." He softly admires to himself, "Why would anyone even try to place something like... that," He glances back at the heavy stone, "-over something like this? That... shouldn't even be there. Glad I got that out of the way so people can see."
Then he sighs, shutting the glass door back in the case but didn't put the pin back in, "Maybe I shouldn't touch it. But..." He frowns before shaking his head, looking at the stone slab again, "No. Uh uh. I don't even want to lift that stupid slab. That was way too heavy."
Then he sighs, glancing back down before muttering, "Glad I got you free from that; it must've been heavy." He gives a thin smile, seriously doubting that anyone would even care that he did that.
Oh. OH.
"Fuuuuuuuuck." Larry groans to himself, wanting to bang his head against the chained door, now realizing what stupid mistake he has just done earlier in the day, "I just unleashed something in this museum, didn't I-"
He stops as soon as he feels the keys in his right hand, two torn pieces of paper in both of his hands. Blinking, Larry then realizes as he hears more chittering before seeing the capuchin...
...with the freaking rules in his hand.
"What the-" He looks at the returned keys, at the paper, keys, paper, then to the capuchin before his eyes narrow... after quickly looping his keys through his belt this time after quickly locking the door (instead of on the usual place on the loop of his pants, "Oh no. No no no no. Dexter- no- gah- Dexter, give that back!"
The monkey just gives a cheeky grin, still holding the paper.
"Are you-" Larry can't help but grow frustrated (and really starting to lose any patience) with the capuchin before lifting his hand, "Okay, c'mon, Dexter. I know you're a bit better than that- Give those back now! It's important-"
SHRRRIIIIP.
The leering monkey is happily laughing its head off as Larry watches the capuchin tear Cecil's letter apart.
Larry grits his teeth in utmost frustration, closing his eyes and banging his head against the weaved door.
Well, there went the rules.
"Shit." The teacher grumbles to himself.
At least now he can lock the doors.
"This is seriously not happening!"
The teacher (should he change his position to night guard yet seeing as how messed up this is?) seethes, storming through a series of people, who are looking at him in surprise to see the newcomer- one of them was a golden statue who is muttering something in Italian and for once, Larry doesn't know who the hell he is nor does he even want to think about it at the moment- he did apologize for bumping into him though.
The only other thing that's been bothering Larry since he manages to escape from that exhibit (he swears that capuchin Dexter is worse than all of his prankster students combined) was how to try and lift up that heavy-ass stone back into place. Seriously- how could anyone not let him know about this sooner? Was there something... dangerous in the mummy? Was there something that happened when they unleashed it and maybe killed everyone in the room or something?
There's just too many frantic thoughts swimming in his head now- okay, after he checks a few... other exhibits to make sure they weren't in disarray, then he'll have to find a way to get back to that Egyptian exhibit... and risk dying in the process if he does find the... said mummy (if it did come to life).
He seriously wants things back to silence now (...the chances of that happening was absolutely nil.)
He now enters into the diorama hall, which is connected to the nearest escape to the elevator and to the Neanderthals exhibit- earlier he's been ambushed by some of the cavemen who want some fire, but Larry knows better than to set a freaking fire in the museum- in an exhibit, no less- as he makes a mad dash out and into the miniatures room.
Finally, a calm place for him to catch his breath.
"Man," Larry manages to wheeze as he leans over grabbing the edge of the bench just so he can gain back his energy, "Jeez. Too much..." He closes his eyes, his hand against his chest just to get ahold of his breath before standing up, "...this museum... please tell me I'm in a horrendous nightmare. That I'll wake up, and I'll just in the front desk and imagine all of this instead of it all being too real..."
He doesn't see movement creeping behind him, nor was he hearing their native languages whispering before feeling something prick at the side of his face. It doesn't take long for Larry to register that one of the dioramas (the one with the Mayan environment) have no miniatures in them... before realizing that the said Mayans are now blowing a few more darts to his face for some reason-
"Ow!" He manages to brush the darts away before feeling slight swelling. Finally managing to grab one of the darts that hits his face, he peers at it up close before paling, realizing what those Mayans have just hit him with.
Is this poison?
He manages to try and grab more of the spears that were targeting his face before he feels numb. Grimacing, he tries to make a move, but he manages (tries) to lean against the wall that's near the Old West diorama (that has that stupid song but he knows it sounds familiar).
Instead, he just stumbles onto it, trying to make note that he's now in the worst possible condition in which he's about to collapse from whatever barbituates that those Mayans have thrown at him (it was making him feel drowsy and not in a good way).
"Can't..." Larry can't help but realize that he's bound to the Old West diorama regardless-
-though the last thing's he sees before being knocked out was the fact that there was space made for his arrival/collapse...
...and that there were some yelling that sounded like "Good job!" Then, "-get to work, boys!"
Then it all goes black.
Thankfully, the amount of barbiturates that affected him was a very... very small amount. So despite the potency of whatever that hit him, not only did the swelling go away and his face feels fine, but he wakes up right at the moment he hears more clamoring, more shouting, and-
"-make sure it's tight! We don't want him to escape!"
-wait, what?
Larry opens his eyes slowly, trying to make clear of the blurriness before grimacing from the harsh lighting that's making him force to squint his eyes and get up-
-he can't get up.
"...what's...?" He mumbles, trying to get his bearing straight before trying to get up for the second time. That's when he's noticed the train tunnel on the other side of the very pastel light blue sky that's he's meeting. Larry has a bad feeling where he is at the moment. And the main reason why he can't get out is because he's being tied down by little cowboys, a lot of Mayans, miners, and Chinese immigrants who are making sure he stays put.
"So, wide awake, eh?"
He freezes at how clear that voice is. When he turns his head (that's one good thing he's managed to to get out of it), he sees a few people on the horses, one of them who's just smirking at him- blonde hair with the cowboy hat.
"...you've got to be kidding me." Larry then realizes he's bound together by ropes in the diorama room.
"Well, at least we ain't gonna waste anything trying to wake ya up," The blonde cowboy smugly grins, "Those Mayans, they got ya good!"
"Are you- Did you plan this-!?" Larry struggles to get out of the tight bonds strapped from one end to the other, but obviously the miniature people had his chest and arms bound tight enough as to preventing him from doing that, "Hey- HEY! Get off- what the hell are you all doing!?"
"Shut it!" And despite how small the blonde Old West cowboy is, he feels the sharp kick to the side of his face, causing Larry to wince, "Take your punishment like a man!"
"Are you- What punishment!?" The teacher squawks out in horror, finally awake as the last sentence comes out very clear to him, "What- why am I tied up like this!?"
"Heh, you'll see" His eyes turn to see the blonde cowboy give a smirk as he climbs back on the horse, "So, you ain't so big now, eh?"
"You-" Larry mentally groans, "Look, blondie-"
"The name's Jedediah," The cowboy lazily responds, mockingly tipping his hat at the teacher, "And no, we ain't lettin' ya go." Then he turns over to the men who are still typing him- wait, those Mayans are there too- "Cinch him up good boys! Make sure he's hog-tied!"
Oh Good God. Larry mentally wants to know what's next before a loud clearing of a voice interrupts his about-to-be chain of thoughts.
"Every night-" He stops to see a top-hat and neatly clad man with a piece of paper, his voice being high with fury and finally from ire (probably a very high official in this town), "Year after year, every single day, just about ONE of you nasty-old crooked guards just always lock us up EVERY SINGLE NIGHT!"
Of course. The teacher just groans to himself, knowing that this has to be the result of those three guards- for some reason, they just have to cause some form of trouble for him to clean up. But why... would they lock up all of these dioramas? He frowns in confusion, I mean, I understand since there's a chance they would run rampant and all, but to the point where they would lock up people who are the size of my pinky!?
"-Well I hereby say, sir, enough's ENOUGH!" That garners a lot of cheer that jolts Larry from his thinking, "And by that- you will be the one to PAY!"
"Pay for- WHAT!? What am I supposed to pay for!?"
Jedediah rolls his eyes, glaring at Larry, "Just take it like a man, dammit! We're ready!"
Obviously, the mini Western life was too jubilant in their celebration over... whatever they are going to do to Larry to even pay attention to him.
"Take- what exactly are you all planning to do to me!?" The teacher seethes, pretty much fed up with being tied up-
"Ready, Jedediah?" One of the cowboys holler to the blonde, obviously not listening to the night guard.
"Ohhh yeah," The leader Jedediah smirks, his eyes narrowing as he faces the tunnel, "Fire up the Iron Horse- FULL SPEED! And make sure it splits his head!" That garners cheers from both Mayans and settlers alike.
"Iron..." Larry trails off, recalling that the Old West refers the Iron Horse to one thing before sharply turning his head to see a locomotive railroad steam train running on the fastest speed (thank the God for him teaching American History). "...oh fucking hell this can't be possible." He mutters to himself.
And out comes a roaring black steam train, at the fastest speed it can go.
Knowing pretty well what that means and praying that his head won't actually split open, Larry manages to grip his firsts before quickly turning his head, closing his eyes quickly as he embraces himself for a possible pain to the side of his head-
"OWWW!" Larry grits his teeth, feeling that the train just slammed into his head (definitely felt like a ball slamming to the side of his head- if it was a football and was much pointer), "Sonuva-! That hurts, dammit!"
"Damn it!" The cowboy curses, "Round two-"
"That's IT!" Larry growls before he manages to muster whatever strength he has before he forces himself out of the binds that pinned him down (to any miniature person, it seems as if he's just inhumane and just rips off the ropes like a raging Gulliver) and brushes it off, wincing as he feels that pain on the side of his head again (thank GOD he doesn't even have grading and reports to take care of tomorrow) and bending his head, hissing as he can feel the slight pain on his head, "Owowowowow-"
"We've got a breach!" He can hear one of the cowboys scream in panic. Larry wants to tell them off, but because they're now going to cause him a bigger headache than before, he really doesn't even want to bust his brain.
Instead, he just settles for nursing the pain on the side of his head.
"I got this," Jedediah draws out his pistol, ready to shoot when Larry just stares at him exasperated as he lowers his right hand from his head.
"...you're serious." The teacher deadpans.
"Does it look like I'm serious?" The cowboy seethes, about to shoot his gun when he hears a yell of indignation from one of his men. Alarmed, Jedediah places his gun away, causing Larry to blink before walking over- and letting out an ire groan, "OH FER THE LOVE OF-!"
The teacher frowns until he sees the series of Roman soldiers lined up in their lines, the Zana Tactic being used with the fortification of the single lines behind it, as to prevent any sort of escape. One lone man is standing before all of them- the general.
"Men, prepare the catapults!" The Roman general commands to his legions.
"...You have got to be kidding me," Larry quietly mutters, his eyes scanning to imagine what they are trying to do to him; surround and harrassing him at all sides before overlapping him with flanks from all sides for a wider formation (For once, that war formation book that one of his students has recommended to Larry came in handy). Catapults at hand along with arrows and seeing some large spears- okay, not good. Not looking good at all.
He needs to find a way out and fast or otherwise-
"Stand your guard," The Roman General commands sharply to his centurions, "Get ready to aim on my mark-"
"Ohhhh whoa whoa whoa, not you again, Octavius!"
That abruptly halts the Roman General as his eyes glance up before glaring at Jedediah, who Larry also looks at in alarm, seeing how abrupt his hostile behavior shifts from Larry to the Roman General, "I'm taking care of this giant over here- by the way, he's on OUR territory- and you decide to show up!?"
"In case you haven't realized, you poor excuse of a warrior," Octavius shouts back to the cowboy with clear disdain for the cowboy, "You all have failed to secure your enemy!"
"Um," Larry blinks, seeing how increasingly absurd this is really going, "Hey-"
"Well, we were about to until you and your damned Romans SHOWED UP!" There was a jeer coming from the cowboys along with the railroad workers, "Now GIT OFF before we shoot!"
"What if," And the Roman general shifts his catapults to the Western diorama, his eyes narrowing with a slow sparking fury, "-we don't?"
"Erm-" Larry really thinks this fight shouldn't happpen- "Hey, Jedediah-"
"Then..." Jedediah draws his pistol again, this time at a different target, "We're finally gonna settle this." That, and accompanied with the other Western figures (males and females) with their respectable weapons- guns, rifles, pick-axes, axes, and rope with the pick on it as they prepare for another war.
"Um- Jede-"
"Then in retaliation," The General draws his sword, "We shall-"
Larry 's eye twitches before any line of patience for these little men snaps, "Hey, little tiny guy with the cowboy costume!" He seethes, managing to catch practically ALL of the miniatures' attention, especially since they just all realized he's insulted Jedediah (who looks at Larry with a stiffened, threatening expression along with the Roman's shocked expression), "Will it KILL you to just STOP threatening war for JUST ONE MINUTE!?"
Well, it definitely silences all of the mini people (in all honesty, they were actually NOT expecting one of the guards to snap).
Then again, Larry was having something of a nightmare for the first night of his new (could be, should be, and after he gets through and Larry's going to be quitting after this) job).
Then he crouches down as he bends over, pinching the edge of his temples as he feels a sudden mild headache on him. The last time he's lost his temper was after one of his classes got too rowdy before Larry snaps (at how stressed he was at the time- he and Erica were at their worst and that day just did it) before leaving the classroom, just mentally taxed.
This is... something similar, minus the heavy toiling of a divorce that loomed over him back then and more on the lines of 'I really want to throttle the next person I will see if I don't calm down now.'
Larry desperately needs an aspirin to get through all of this hell.
Just calm down, calm down... you can get payback for those three students later. He lets out a few sigh before grumbling to himself, "...I can't believe I'm stuck in a room with really little people about to kill me for something I didn't do."
"Say what?" He warily stares over at Jedediah, who is now aiming the pistol in his direction, "I heard that!"
"...you guys are really little," Larry deadpans, not even wanting to run around the topic much more than he should, "As much... taller as I am from all of you, I'm just like-"
"Don't talk down to me, dammit!" Jedediah is fuming, before furiously turning towards the Roman General, "Octavius, you ass- like I said, this giant's on OUR LAND!" There was a cheer from the Old Western people. The Romans, on the other hand, some of them were rolling their eyes and or jeering at the other side.
"SILENCE!" Octavius's eyes were now glaring daggers to the cowboy leader, "The Roman Empire has a say- We're going to take what is OURS!" That accompanied with a roar from his army.
"Seriously!?" Larry is not in the seriously mood for it- but now he has a feeling what's going on in this area; both of those guys have a serious rivalry against each other for territorial reasons- this is a ridiculously large room, "Hold IT! You guys-" He manages to gain both leaders' attention, "...scratch that- you all are LITTLE! What could you all possibly gain from fighting against each other aside gaining each others' land!?"
"Ha! Little!?" This time, Octavius turns his attention to the teacher, "We may be small-" Then he shifts his sword and silently gestures his army to prepare for battle against the Old West this time, "But our hearts are large! There's an empire we have to reclaim!"
That, and this time, the Old Western miniatures were jeering at the rallying Romans.
"...metaphorically, I hope," Larry grumbles, not exactly seeing the point, "But you all are still miniatures. To me. And... um, Roman Guy-"
"Octavius," The Roman general faces the new man, already a bit irked at how he was addressed, "What is it?"
"I can honestly say that your army... historically speaking, can't last long against gunpowder."
(In all actuality and all relational things to history and from what Larry's been reading, the Chinese invented gunpowder and were using it before other empires and tribes began using it- beginning with the Islamic tribes and then the other empires and nations begin to adapt with the new technology thanks to trading. When it was first invented and used, most empires (except for the Chinese) had no way of blocking gunpowder until the Byzantine empire fell to the canon thanks to the Ottoman Empire. Larry really can't help but wonder if he's a nerd for even thinking that.)
"...what." This time he's earned Octavius' ire. Jedediah was shocked before he lets out a small snicker before glancing up at Larry.
"Getting smart at Octavius over there- now I'm starting to like you!"
Larry wants to facepalm himself- isn't that what costed the end of most ancient empires? (Also, he can't tell if that's sarcasm from the cowboy. That, and now he's realized he must've pissed off the Roman General.)
"...that's it," Octavius mutters under his breath before commanding, "Soldiers!"
There was a loud shout of confirmation and terrifying uniform shifting from the Romans which alerts Larry, Jedediah, and the other miniatures.
"The Roman Empire knows no boundaries!" Octavius growls.
"Um-" Larry has a bad feeling about this. Jedediah silently commands his men to get ready in case they do attack-
"Don't do it, son," The cowboy warns.
"Soldiers-" Octavius positions his sword for combat.
Jedediah cocks his pistol.
Larry pales.
"UNLEASH HELL!"
"Don't-!"
Then there is that loud familiar and angry shout returns and Larry instantly pales while catching all of the miniatures' attention before a single fire was shot.
Attila. Again. And this time, he's more than angry- his face is filled with pure fury. All aimed at the teacher.
"...oh no." Larry squeaks before scrambling to get out of the room as fast as he can, with the Huns in tow, raging in bloody murder.
It should be noted that the miniatures managed to dodge in time to avoid getting hit (or ran over) by the group of angry Huns.
There's one thing the miniatures have learned from the past- never... ever get in the way of the Huns. Especially since they're all raging for the same thing- revenge for what those three guards did to all of them long time ago.
In a way, that manages to squash any sort of bloodlust for battle between the miniature groups as they all realize that the Huns had more of a fury (hell hath no scorned) against... the new guy.
But, Jedediah's eyes narrow, rethinking about what that giant- the new guy? Really? They couldn't have gotten someone more... sympathetic about their size? He'll have to give that looney a lesson-
"...I can't believe I'm stuck in a room with really little people about to kill me for something I didn't do."
-which actually strikes him more surprising than it should. That and how he said that guns work better against steel-
-maybe he should get to know the newbie better (he did, after all, manage to piss off his rival).
"So he doesn't know?" The blonde cowboy frowns, mentally debating about whether or not he should consider this man to be a stranger or as someone to take the previous guards' punishment. He frowns, seeing the crowds of soldiers still there. It was faint, but he can hear some debate as to if they should continue on or just go ahead and attack.
The Huns rushing through to the guard though- that just ruined the moment.
"Jedediah!"
He turns to see one of the younger cowboys running over to him, holding out some sort of sheet scrawled with messy writing.
"Yeah?" He finds the sheet tossed to him, "...'s this?"
"Shot from one of those Romans' arrows," He hands him a really intricately written out warning, "'s probably some idiotic declaration of war."
"I'll handle this," Jedediah mutters out of ire before marching up to the soldiers who are now about to return to their exhibit, "HEY OCTAVIUS!"
That made the Roman general turn around, glaring back at the cowboy, "Well, well. If it isn't Jedediah himself."
"-the hell's THIS!?" He points at the paper.
"Oh," The Roman smirks, "Just a small warning if you so try to intervene on my conflict again." Then he commands the army to turn back, ignoring the silent fuming cowboy.
"...shit," The cowboy mutters to himself before shaking his head. Then he also recalls he has to settle one more thing-
"Caleb!"
"Yessir?"
"Get my horse ready," Jedediah commands him, mentally wanting to put the new guard's mind where it hurts, "I'm gonna see that asshat who just ran off not too long ago."
"Yessir!"
A few minute later, Octavius was in the middle of preparing more weaponry in case they ran out when he takes a double-take, seeing a horse being lowered down from the Old West exhibit.
"...What in Jupiter's name...?" he mutters, seeing Jedediah out of all people running off towards the direction of the Huns.
His eyes follow the cowboy before connecting the pieces together.
"Of course," The Roman general grumbles, rolling his eyes, "That damned Jedediah thinks he can talk his way out of things his way."
Though he can't help but wonder (with more irritation than curiosity) why would the cowboy want to talk to the new night guard- he'll have to find out soon.
It doesn't take long for the Huns to catch up to Larry (in fact, they were clever enough to employ on of the Huns to be on the other side of the frigging hall before Larry manages to crash into him).
And when Attila shows up after some of the Huns were holding Larry, who was squirming and trying to get out of their iron-clad grip, Larry pales as the leader of the Huns were commanding them to take a part of his limb-
"Oh nononononononono-" Larry pales before squirming, "What are you-"
Attila was ordering his troops to begin tearing him apart-
"OH MY GOD DON'T-" Larry was about to scream his head off when they hear a whinny of a horse. This forces Attila to shout something to the other Huns, who instantly drop Larry like dead weight before retreating, running off from the incoming person. It wasn't until the horse stop in front of the wincing teacher and immediately a hand reaches out to him.
"Are you all right, son?"
Larry looks up and sighs in relief, seeing someone who looks like a ranger before grabbing his hand and feels himself being lifted to his feet on the floor.
"Oh my God thank you so much for saving my life!" Larry heaves, looking up at his savior, who can't help but chuckle, seeing how winded Larry is, "I really can't thank you enough!"
"It's of my duty to protect those who guard the museum," The man beams before calming his horse and getting off from it, "Though you seem new- did you just begin?"
The teacher nods, "Yeah. First night." Then he pauses, "Is it supposed to be this chaotic?"
"It defines on what you believe to be in chaos," The man stands back, "But in reality, this is what happens at this time- when there are no visitors in the dark."
"In the... huh?" Larry blinks before shaking his head, "No way. There's... uh uh, I should be imagining all of this-"
The man gestures to Larry to look around, "Look around... and tell me if you are still in your dream."
It wasn't until he closes his eyes and then the rush of noises from elephants trumpeting to conversations in languages; from bird crying out to gun shots blazing out.
Larry opens his eyes and he realizes that at the moment, he's not in his bed at home, nor at the desk where he should be keeping guard. He was at the Museum of Natural History.
And he's just realized everything is alive... literally... in front of his eyes.
"Holy..." Larry can't help but gawk in awe as he looks around at the newly reinvigorated museum. He then glances over to the other man, who just grins at how amazed the night guard is, "...oh my God. I'm not dreaming this, right?" Then he pauses, "You... really look familiar."
A hearty laugh before he can feel a clamp on his right shoulder; it was coming from the other man, "Welcome... to the Museum of Natural History, my boy." Then with that smile there, he holds out his hand to Larry, "Theodore Roosevelt, Twenty-Sixth President of the United States of America. Former historian, soldier, and explorer, at your service."
For once, the teacher can't help but feel very relieved to see someone who is at least, not trying to kill him.
TBC
Apparently, I want a few more exhibits to have a voice- Lewis and Clark shouldn't be arguing in the glass exhibit the entire time.
That, and if you haven't noticed until now, the exhibits know the things Larry doesn't. So in which case, this makes Larry (literally) the most confused and lost person who has nil about what could've happened when Cecil, Gus, and Reginald were guarding (And before you all ask, all I have to say is that I can imagine those three were more strict and a bit more plotting.)
If anyone catches the reference (slight) to the name Drexel and the book it came from, then I have to say that I must be that old (I'm 24 and I STILL remember that story) or I just read lots of books when I was a kid.
Also, many apologizes for the boredom that came about the gunpowder bit.
Preview of next chapter:
"Hey, one thing,"
He can't help but say this, but he's going to say it anyway.
Because, what other way is he going survive the mayhem of a museum?
"I'm going to get you out of there," Larry pauses, "And I'll show them that you're not cursing them or... anything to them. But know this," Oh God. He's going to sound like some outlandish moronic hero, "...and please keep this to yourself; I don't normally do this, but I'm doing this... not just because I want to see the person in here and I swear to God, I am going to find out more about the Tablet and see if there's any way to help you at all costs; but also because I need your help. I can't... I can't deal with the mayhem of a museum alone."
He lets out an exhaustive sigh, "So please. Be patient. I'll be back on my second day- I'll talk to you again." Then he pauses, "I'm going to visit you to make sure you're not lonely, okay?"