Long chapter! So, here's the aftermath of the first night and the second night. Honestly, I can't wait to get towards the end of the fic...I have some stuff planned that's just downright evil! Let's put it this way (mainly because I want to torture you guys) two characters will die before the end of the story. I'm not saying who, but they will. Anyway, some not related story stuff...I tried out a Hunger Games simulator with this crew...Ashe won (Mike and Sam made it to the end too) after backstabbing little Robby when he fell asleep on her. I was rooting for Mike to win and get revenge for little Robby, but no such luck. But...Big Robby got revenge on Charlie and Sam got Andrew so it was interesting...heh, having these guys react to that would probably be funny. Anyways...to the story!

Chapter 7

When Andrew came in the next day…he nearly had a heart attack. The bots were back in their little room…but Robby was nowhere to be found. The mad panicked, looking for the boy, seeing as all of Robby's stuff was still in his mother's old room…but he didn't see any blood or anything of that sort. He assumed that the boy had survived the night and went out to look for him…unknowing that a pair of golden eyes watched him leave.

Mike crept out of the closet, watching her father go out of her room. She was very tempted to just trip him as he walked out, but she had more things on her mind…

Specifically the little fox toy on the bed.

The golden spirit walked towards the bed and picked up the toy, holding it up at eye length before hugging it close, crying.

"What's wrong?" Gold asked, putting a hand on her 'lighter' half's shoulder, "Mike?"

"He's here," she whispered, her knees hitting the floor as she sobbed, "I thought it was him…but I wasn't sure…he's so big!"

"Who?!" Gold demanded.

Mike gave a strangled cry as the implications of what had happened last night struck her.

"I nearly killed him," she sobbed, "I…I nearly killed my son…"

Gold wrapped her arms around Mike and Mike buried her head in Gold's shirt.

"I nearly killed my lil' Capt'n," she cried.

"No," was all Jeremy got from his adopted son as Robby stormed into the house.

"I just thought I'd ask if you wanted pancakes," Jeremy blinked, "Your mother's recipe…"

Robby shot him a look.

"Not even you wearing that ridiculous pink apron is cheering me up, Dad," he said.

Jeremy shot a look down at the flowery thing that he had tied around his waist.

"And who was the one who made me wear it all those years ago?" Jeremy questioned, "I believe it went something like this? 'Daddy! You have t' wear it! E'eryone knows dat pancakes taste better with it on!'"

"I was six!"

"Mhmm, and now you're sixteen…your point?"

Robby gave a huffing growl and stood up, stalking towards the living room.

"Where are you going?" Jeremy asked.

"To sleep!" Robby snapped, "I didn't get a wink of it all last night!"

"Why?" Jeremy teased, "Noisy neighbors?"

"No!" Robby yelled, "Killer robots that wanted to eat me!"

And with that, he flopped on the couch and immediately fell asleep. Jeremy blinked rapidly as he processed what his son had said.

"'Killer robots'?" he whispered, "Could it be…?"

He shook his head.

"No, not possible…they burned ten years ago…all of them,"

Jeremy closed his eyes. There was a small part of him that hoped that they were still alive…but another small part hoped that they had burned and that the ghosts had been freed from their long imprisonment. He couldn't imagine how they would have handled another ten years…then again, Mike handling even a few days without her son would be horrific.

The former guard gripped the countertop and sighed sadly. It was selfish to wish they were still here…it wasn't fair to them. Not after all their suffering.

Robby had just closed his eyes when he found himself standing in a pitch black room. He could hear music around him…but could see nothing. That is…until he turned around.

"S."

A boy, no older than twelve, clad all in smoky grey stood with his back to Robby, holding his right arm…which Robby noticed was bleeding heavily, and was missing a hand…as well as bleeding very heavily from the chest, right over his heart. The boy was crying, deep, heart-wrenching sobs shaking the thin child's shoulders. Robby took a step towards him only for the beat up fox that had saved him last night to lunge at him, shrieking in pain, anger, frustration…it was a child's scream intermingled with the staticky shriek.

"A."

Robby brought up his hands to fend it off…right as the scene shifted, showing a bunch of children, crying and beating their fists on the ground as they threw temper tantrums. Robby had no patience for kids like that…but it was the little, chubby girl in the back who caught his eye. Like the boy before…the girl was clad in grey and she held her head in her hands. Robby could hear her sobbing too as blood dripped from a horrendous gash in her stomach. The boy went to comfort her as well, but like before was stopped. This time by a great yellow bird of some sort…a chicken or a duck…who shrieked at him, bearing its many fangs as it's violet eyes shone brightly from pain.

"V."

The location changed again…this time, a room across from a stage with cheering children. Robby noticed yet another grey clad child, a boy, laying on the ground…his head in his arms as blood pooled from his neck area and the boy cried just as hard as the other two children. Robby didn't go to the child because he figured that he'd just get attacked again…but the boy's pained cries were hurting his heart, so he stepped forwards, just for the brown bear from last night to appear, screaming in pain and anger as oily tears streamed from its eyes.

"E."

The scene shifted, revealing another empty room and another grey boy. The boy was curled up in the corner, his knees pulled up to his chest as blood oozed from a hole through his midsection. A broken guitar lay at his feet, snapped in two, the jagged edges looking wickedly sharp. Robby cautiously approached, just for a faded purple rabbit to grab at him, screaming in pain and anger just like the other three bots.

"U."

Just as Robby felt like he was going to die…the room shifted, revealing a brightly colored party room. A figure in black and white appeared before him, turning its head towards the back…where a fifth, grey clad girl sat with her back to him, holding her knees to her chest as her head was bowed. The girl looked like she was in excruciating pain, bleeding from everywhere from her neck down. A gold figure appeared in front of her, guarding her with teeth bared. Robby shuddered as he saw the bear from last night give a piercing shriek before fading away.

"S."

The black and white figure put a hand on his shoulder and Robby turned around to see a blonde girl with grey eyes and a terrible, bleeding gash across her throat look at him.

"Why are you showing me this?" Robby asked.

"Save them," the girl pleaded, "They need you…you're the only one who can. Your mother tried…and she's joined them,"

"Mama?" Robby whispered.

The girl gave a sad smile.

"Remember her love for you, Robby," she told him, turning to go, "you're going to need it,"

"Wait," he called as she reached the door, "What's your name?"

"My name…" the girl said with a pained smile, "Was Emily…now…I'm not so sure. Don't be afraid, Robby…its your destiny to save us. It's why you were born…it's why your mother died. Save us,"

"Save us,"

Robby shot up with a gasp, and Jeremy held his shoulders gently.

"Easy there, lil' Capt'n," he told him, "One heck of a dream there…"

"Yeah…" Robby nodded, "Hey…Dad…I…I think I need to go back,"

"Something tells me there's another reason you want to go back other than to see your grandfather again,"

"'Save them'," Robby murmured.

"What?" Jeremy asked.

"The girl…in my dream…" Robby explained, "She said I need to save them,"

"Save who?"

"Those five kids," Robby said, making Jeremy freeze, "Dad? You ok? What's the matter?"

"N-Nothing," Jeremy dismissed, "Did uh…did this girl have a name? What'd she look like?"

"Blonde…grey eyes…" Robby started, "Said her name was Emily…"

Jeremy blinked rapidly, shaking slightly.

"Do you know her?" Robby pressed.

"Know her?" Jeremy said bitterly, "I'd better…Robby, you just described my little sister to a 't',"

"Ok…this is a first hearing this…" Robby said, "Why haven't I met her?"

"Because, Emily died the year your mother was born…she was killed by the same man that killed your uncle…and your mother,"

"Did they ever catch the guy?" Robby asked.

"He got himself trapped," Jeremy explained, patting himself mentally on the back for his pun, "There's no need to worry about him anymore…he burned in the fire along with everything else,"

He looked at his son.

"Are you sure you want to go back to that place?"

Robby nodded.

"I need to find out what in the world is going on,"

Andrew had barricaded himself in his room, not that he needed to, Marionette was after little Robby, not him. He had offered to let the boy stay with him…but Robby refused, saying that he knew how to get rid of them should they come inside.

Robby sat in front of his bed, holding his flashlight to his chest. It wasn't yet midnight…but it was getting there and he'd like to be prepared.

"What are you doing in here?" a voice asked from behind him, "It's nearly midnight, you need to find a better hiding spot otherwise she'll get you and make you attack,"

Robby whirled around, flashing the flashlight into a slight, black haired young man's eyes, making him yelp in pain.

"Ack! Robby, that's not funny!" the man whined, "You know that hurts!"

He lowered his hands and got a better look at the boy, his crimson eyes narrowing behind his glasses.

"You're not my Robby…" he whispered, "who…"

He stopped, going paler than he already was.

"Oh, God…" the man breathed, "No…not you! Mike's not going to like this…"

"You know my Mama?" Robby asked, "Where is she?"

"I…I…" the man stammered before disappearing suddenly.

"Hey, where'd you…"

The clock struck midnight and the lights dimmed, making Robby give a soft cry as he turned his flashlight on.

"Just calm down, calm down…" Robby told himself, "It's ok…nothing's gonna eat you. They don't like the flashlight…just use it,"

He whirled around, flashing the light on the bed and making one of the three Stooges yelp and leap off the bed, scurrying under it.

"Ok…I'm not looking under that," Robby whispered, running towards the right hand door and listening.

A thin, raspy breath sounded right outside the painted wood and Robby pulled the door shut, holding it closed. His heart hammered in his chest and he didn't dare let go until he heard soft footsteps padding away. He ran to the other side and listened…flashing the light and giving a gasp as two scarlet lights slunk away.

"I saw that!" Robby yelped, running back to the middle of the room, "I saw you down there!"

He grabbed his hair and yanked. This was not going to be fun.

"You can't make me do it," the fox snarled, tail thrashing as Marionette cornered him, "I've always had a strong resistance to you…and you know it!"

"Ah, yes…but you forget, Robby…wherever hate is strongest…that's where I'm at the top of my game," the monster cackled, "Your sister was quite compliant…then again…I have a little chip to thank for that. Anyways…do you remember what happened in this house?"

"I lived here, Pinocchio, what do you expect," Robby growled darkly, ears pinned back.

"So you remember this particular incident?"

A pale circle of light shimmered into being and Robby watched as his eight year old self grabbed his sister and hid in a closet.

"Just stay quiet," Robby hushed, holding his three year old sister tight, "He won't find us…"

"He always does!" the little girl sobbed, trying to wipe away the blood that dripped down her nose, "I want Mama!"

"Mike, please…" Robby pleaded, his eye starting to swell shut from where he had been hit.

Suddenly, the door was flung open and Mike shrieked in terror as a rough hand grabbed her.

Marionette watched gleefully as Robby gave a threatening snarl, eyes flashing black as the memory finished. It just proved how much the red spirit hated Andrew…and all that hate just made him an easier target. The black and white specter lazily pointed a finger at the snarling spirit…and instantly the snarls cut out, the golden pinpoints flickering to white as it kneeled.

"Wha' be yer orders, Capt'n?" Foxy asked.

"Kill the boy,"

"T'would be me pleasure,"

Little Robby heard footsteps running down the hall and the boy looked up from his post by the bed just to see the closet door close slightly.

"What the…" Robby murmured, padding towards the closet and shining his light…just for Foxy to shriek and try to come out of the closet.

Robby slammed the doors shut, holding them closed with his back to them.

"NO!" Robby yelled, "NO YOU STAY IN THERE! DOWN FOX! DOWN BOY!"

The snarling and shrieking suddenly stopped and Robby cautiously turned around, opening the door…just to see his little fox toy sitting in the closet.

"How'd you get in there?" Robby murmured, picking up the toy and getting to his feet, "C'mon, lil' guy…we're gonna do this toge…"

He stopped, staring at the creature in front of him. It was unlike anything he'd seen before. It was tall…much taller than him…with long, dark, slender limbs striped with white. A bone-white mask was upon it's face and two violet tear trails streamed past rosy cheeks and a permanent smile.

"Are you him?" the creature whispered with a female voice, "Are you the son of Mikayla Schmidt? The Rescuer?"

It cocked its head.

"Are you the one who needs to die?"

Robby scrambled to his feet as the Marionette cocked her head in the other direction.

"I believe that a rather painful death is in order…I believe that suffering would do good things for your soul,"

"I've suffered enough thank you very much!" Robby snarled, backing up and hitting a wall. "I've lost everything! EVERYTHING I HAD! YOU CRAZY ROBOTS TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME!"

"So run if you'd like," the Marionette told him, though she looked disappointed when he didn't, "Or don't…it's not like you'd get very far…"

As if to prove her point, her strings shot forwards and grabbed Robby's ankles, wrapping around him and yanking him forwards. The strings turned agonizingly hot…brutally burning the boy and making him howl. The Marionette stalked forwards, reaching out to put a hand on the boy.

"You will not take them from me," she snapped, "They are mine!"

"Let it end…" Robby pleaded as the ropes burned unbearably hot, "Just let it end…Dad…I'm sorry I didn't come home, Max…I'm sorry for never telling you how I feel."

Tears streamed down the boy's face as he thought of all those he'd be leaving behind…but then a thought occurred to him.

"I'll get to see Mama again,"

Immediately, all the warm memories of his mother rushed to him. Mike as she held him as a thunderstorm rolled over town, telling him it'd be ok when Charlie turned them out, being there when he met Jeremy, telling him goodbye on that fateful night…

Suddenly, a loud roar sounded off and Robby looked up right as a golden blur shot into the room, tackling the Marionette and pulling the scorching strings off of him. With shock, Robby realized that the golden shape…was the bear from last night.

"YOU WILL NOT TOUCH HIM!" the bear shrieked, her voice achingly familiar but Robby couldn't place it.

"Or you'll do what?" the Marionette sneered.

"Let me rephrase that," the bear snarled, "You will not touch my SON!"

And the cat is out of the bag! How will little Robby take knowing the truth? Guess you'll have to see next time! I just really, really wanted to get this one out because in a couple minutes...it'll be July 30...my birthday. I'll be another decade older. Anyway, I'm having a girls' day out tomorrow, so I might/might not have a chapter for you guys. Until next time then!

I hope you guys liked it, if you did send in the reviews! (Along with ideas because I will need them eventually!) :)

Qui vállë tóquetë, ván tecë (If no review comes from y'all; no story comes from me)

Máriessë ar mára tecië

Farewell and fair writing

Elhini Prime signing off.