[11:51 AM]
Lights flash on the walls of the arcade as the Hunter, Joey, and Allie make their approach. The small Asian boy glares at Hunter, turning away as he looks over in his direction and changing his expression to one deserving of pity.
"So Hunter, where do you know these jerks from?"
"I've known Tobie and Danny for a few years now, James, April, and M a little longer." Hunter says, blatantly staring at the redhead's tits.
"Hehehehe, see something you like?" Allie asks, examining Hunter's bulge.
"Definitely."
"Okay, could you guys please at least wait till we get to the arcade to start fucking?" Joey mutters passive aggressively. "It's like you don't even realize I'm here."
"Sorry man, I kind of forgot you were." Hunter says, once again looking at Allie's near-flat chest.
"Yeah, whatever, it's fine." Huffs Joey. "We're here anyway."
The three teens look at one another, a mixture of anxiety, sexual frustration, and just general fear from their environment in each other's eyes. They clasp hands, Allie in the middle, and all take the first step into the arcade; feeling a small wave of relief wash over them as they do. Just as Allie takes off her shirt, however, the very audible voice of Danny booms.
"Hey Allie, Hunter, Asshole; what are you guys doing here?"
"Sup losers?" Rose asks, taking a few moments to piece the scene together with her Zenigata-esque deduction skills and giving a face palm upon realizing it. She looks down at her watch and sighs. "Couldn't even wait ten minutes before having sex?"
"Hehe yep." Allie cheers.
"Hi Rose." Joey stammers, cleaning his glasses with his black T-shirt. "Danny, I would appreciate it if you didn't call me 'asshole'."
"My apologies, sorry Queef-shit." Danny's face contorts to a malicious smirk as Joey's heart sinks; he redirects his attention to Allie. "Rose and I were just playing some of the games here. Did you know they have Polybius? I beat Rose so badly that I actually got the score MKULTRA!"
"Only because I'm not feeling too well. So did you guys come alone?" Rose asks.
"Well we intended to, but some guy named Drew from our school and a girl named Krystal started following us." Joey places his glasses back on his head, muttering Danny's name under his breath along with a few swears. He takes a look around the small arcade room, the dark purple wallpaper giving off a seemingly menacing vibe. "Well can you guys get out of here for a bit so we can do this?"
"Or you could always join…" Allie says, checking Rose out. She always had a massive crush on the girl, but due to many factors ranging from timing and the fact that Rose was not insane kept them apart.
"Yeah…no, I'm good." Rose gags a little at the thought of Joey naked,
"Hahaha, no." Danny chuckles a bit, walking back to the arcade booths. "But you guys are not going to do that here in an arcade; have some respect Joey." The boy in the pirate hat places another two quarters into the machine labeled POLYBIUS and is immediately captivated by the game; his eyes transfixed on the screen.
Joey hangs his head with a sigh before storming out of the room in frustration. Rose looks to Danny, glaring at him.
"Danny, apologize."
"I'm not apologizing."
"Dude, it might be best to just go out and say you're sorry." Hunter looks down at his watch, noticing that it is now 12:00. "Then again you and I could just start." He says, winking at Allie who blushes, kicks her feet up, grabs his hand, and walks with him out of the room.
"Okie doke." The redhead responds, leaving Rose to roll her eyes and Danny to shudder.
"You're still going to go apologize to Joey." Rose says, looking down at her watch. "Geez, I still can't believe I'm out this late; even if it is a Friday."
"It is a bit odd, I still wish you hadn't dragged me out here this late though. You know I usually crash around 9:00, and no I am not apologizing to that maniacal fuck. "
"But aren't you always going on about how you can respect an evil mastermind? At least be a little nicer to him because of that."
"Evil mastermind? Yes, I can and do respect that, whiny, manipulative bitch like Joey? Ha, no." Danny retorts, turning away from the machine and looking at Rose. "I suppose you can talk to him if you want, and I will go with you, but I will not apologize to him and will mock him some more."
"Whatever, either way I'm going to go talk to him before he kills himself."
"Oh come on, it's not like he's going to do it anyway. Joey likes to sit and whine and bitch for pity, then when he has your sympathy he strikes. He did it to Tobie, Austin, and is going to do it to Alex. The only reason Allie sticks by him is because he's such a pushover whenever someone is around. If anything it'd be better if he died."
"Let's just go talk to him." Rose says, practically dragging Danny behind her and out of the room.
"Fine, let's go." He responds, following her through the arcade entrance, past the show stage, and in the direction of the Kitchen; however, Danny instead doubles towards the "Backstage" area with Rose in tow.
"What makes you think he went back here?"
"Joey's a whiney attention whore who is throwing a tantrum like a 3-year-old; he will go to the most obvious place: somewhere with no people around where you can predictably be found when those who come to console you show up." Danny says, adjusting his pirate hat. "I'm still not going to apologize."
"Loud and clear; I still think you should." Rose says, pushing the door open and walking inside. Minutes later, on the stage, the big purple form of Bonnie Bunny's eyes fade to small white dots; he shakes his burly fur arms and legs before slowly picking up his left foot, setting it in front of him, and making a snail-paced walk down the stage; his furry feet cushioning impact with each menacing step as he makes his way to the room labeled BACKSTAGE.
…
"So what kind of deck do you run?" Drew asked James, shining his police-sized flashlight as they walked down the long corridor leading to the stage area.
The Smoker reaches into his pocket, pulling out his Zippo lighter and clicking it on, looking at the bright flame, and snapping it shut; he continues to do this repeatedly.
"Blue and Red; haven't played Magic in a while though; Tobie and Danny always claim it's 'too bullshit", and Hunter kind of sucks at it. What about you? What deck do you run?"
"Blue and Red as well." Drew responds with a smirk. "Dude if you step to me you're gonna get hammered. I bring the pain every game and I've never lost a match." He continues, Drew's cocky exterior only growing with every word; expanding his deserved ego. "What about you Ken? You play Magic?"
"Ew, Hell no! I don't even know what that is, much less how to play it." The flamboyant teen says, running his pocket comb through his brunet bouffant and continuing to strut down the hall, his hot pink shirt being enough to light up the hallway ahead of them without the flashlight.
Once the four arrive at the end of the hallway, James plucks his cigarette pack from his shirtsleeve and knocks one out, offering it to Drew.
"I don't think they'll mind if we have a smoke before getting Danny and Rose."
"Sure I'll take one." The dark-skinned boy replies in gratitude. "We should probably head outside to smoke these then." The three teens walk down the entryway and out the front door; taking in the crisp, clean night air before ruining it with their cigarette smoke. James offers a light to Ken one more time, which concedes to take it at last. Ken places it between his index and middle finger and raises the cigarette to his mouth. James flicks his lighter on once more, moving it closer to Ken, who proceeds to lean in, letting the cancer stick ignite in his mouth and taking a long drag, his eyes never leaving James' chest.
Behind the front window of the restaurant, behind the closed shutter-shades, floats a tall figure, its arms dangling at its sides and white pinprick eyes fixated on the white T-shirt clad smoker in the center. Knowing all the while that its purple tears would soon be mirrored on the boy's face.
…
As Keanu stands up out of his chair; Krystal replaces him, stretching her skinny-jean clad legs under the desk and narrowly missing the computer tower underneath.
"Crap! This equipment is way too close to whoever sits here's feet; it's like they're trying to break their tech!" She exclaims, placing her hand on the computer's mouse and scrolling through each camera systems. Keanu leans in next to her, his naturally tanned skin inches from the side of her face; dark eyes fixed on each screen. Tobie and April are sitting cross-legged behind them, playing Pattycake.
"Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man.
Bake me a cake as fast as you can;
Pat it and shape it and mark it with "B",
And bake it in the oven for baby and me.[1]
Patty cake, patty cake, baker's man.
Bake me a cake as fast as you can;
Roll it up, roll it up;
And throw it in a pan!
Patty cake, patty cake, baker's man"
The two teens chime, loudly smacking hands with each line. Keanu and Krystal turn to face one another, both visually annoyed. After another full minute of the kid's games, Keanu picks the magenta cupcake off of the equipment on the desk, does a 180, and throws it at Tobie's head, causing the boy to wince in pain as the heavy, metal pastry hits him.
"Dude, what the fuck?"
"Seriously, what is your problem asshole?" April yells, getting up, storming over to the darker-haired kid, and slapping him.
"Hey! That hurt." He says, rubbing his cheek and turning around to face the monitors once more. "Keep it down; we're trying to concentrate over here."
"You could have just said something!" Tobie exclaims, standing up and popping his back, still trying to massage the pain away.
"This seemed easier; now hush."
"How long does it take to ask a couple of assholes to come back to the security office?" He asks, standing by Krystal's other side and peering at the fuzzy monitors.
"Well we did only send them out a few minutes ago; maybe they just got a bit sidetracked, no big deal." Krystal responds, scrolling to Cam 4-A. The screen flickers a bit before settling on the image of James, Drew, and M…excuse me, Ken, at the end of the hall, hanging a right and going toward the entrance. "Why are they going outside though?"
"Fucking James probably feels the need to smoke." Tobie states, rolling his eyes, glancing at the monitors. "Keep cycling through though."
Krystal is happy to oblige, cycling through each camera, letting it rest on Cam 4-B, trying to get a good look at the poster she had seen earlier; the one she swore she had witnessed change. To her shock, the poster no longer featured Freddy holding his signature microphone…nor did it display the image of Freddy removing his head as before. Instead, both images are replaced with a close up on a new character; one that she had never seen before, even in the couple times she had been here this year. The character seemed to stare back at her, peering into the camera with its black eyes; its dirty yellow fur only making its eyes seem that much darker.
"Guys, check this out; I swear the poster changed!" She cries, alerting the other three teens, all of whom except of April turn and stare into the monitor; their eyes all filled with an expression of wonder."
"How in the he-?" Keanu begins to ask, nudging the French girl. "April, check this out."
"Um…guys." She mutters incoherently.
"April, check out the monitor, what's the matte-" Tobie asks, his sentence cut short as he turns to find a yellow bear slumped in the center of the room; its cold, dead eyes staring at them from its lifeless form.
"Holy shit! What the fuck is that? How did that get in here?" Keanu and Tobie exclaim, nervously, spending the next full minute staring at the bear; waiting before the sound of an ear-splitting scream eminates from its body and flings itself at the teens; fading their world to black in mid act-