So, most of you (ok, pretty much all of you) got the reference! I have family that are obsessed with Despicable Me (My uncle is like the real-life version of Gru...) so it had to be used. Anyway, Night 6! And...some fluffy stuff at the beginning. Let's just say, Sam and Amanda get some spotlight time...
Chapter 15
"Care to explain why you're in the kitchen?" Mike asked, making Sam jump high into the air, knocking down a sauce pan and making it crash down on top of his head.
"OW!" the violet spirit whined before turning around to face the silver form of Mike, "Mike…you know how to cook, right!?"
Seeing as she was the only one out of their spot…other than Marionette…the past night, Mike wasn't fully colored like the other ghosts. She was solid and could use minimal powers…but other than that, was completely useless if it came down to a fight.
"Um…yeah?" the shade blinked, "But you could have Amanda…"
"NO!" Sam yelped, "Mike…I want to surprise her! Please…just…just help me out! I'm begging!"
Mike gave a laugh and helped her friend to his feet.
"Ok, but first off…You need to know that you do not put metal in a microwave," she told him, quickly opening the microwave with a shadow and removing the slightly smoking bowl before putting in the sink with said shadow, "What were you trying to do?!"
"Well…the recipe said to soften the butter," Sam shrugged, "Those few times that Dad and I came over to Matt and Amanda's house to ask Mrs. Harper's opinion on cooking told me that you soften the butter by sticking it in the microwave,"
"That's how you're supposed to do it," a male voice said, making Mike's eyes light up happily.
"Ah! There's my little baker!" she grinned as her son walked in, followed by his uncle, "I see Ashe's been teaching you how to cook then?"
"She took me under her wing after you died. Remember that time she found you and me in the kitchen covered in flour?" little Robby asked.
"She nearly had a heart attack," Mike snickered.
"I was only four! And trying to help!" little Robby protested, "Wasn't my fault that the flour bag was heavy,"
"Bet you two looked more like ghosts than we do," the bigger red-head snickered, poking the still smoking metal bowl with his hook, "What's the baking thing for?"
"Sam wants to surprise Amanda with a cake," Mike smiled, "It's their one year anniversary,"
"Ah, right," the red spirit nodded, closing his half-blind eyes, "So what is this then?"
"Well…" his nephew started, looking at the book Sam had yanked out, "According to this…it's supposed to be a Chocolate-Amaretto Heart,"
"Aw, Sam's getting all romantic on us…" the red-haired spirit teased.
"Shut up!" Sam growled, "I just wanted to do something nice for her…she's always doing something for me…"
"Alright, Sam, I'll help you," Mike soothed, patting his back before looking at her brother, "You and Matt keep Mandy out of the house until we're ready, ok? I'll get you when he is,"
"Sure thing," the ghost nodded before turning on his heel and dashing away…only to clip the door and stagger a few steps, "Meant to do that!"
And he was gone.
Mike shook her head.
"He's getting worse," she sighed, "I don't think he can see much more than shadows out of that eye…but he won't let on,"
"That's uncle Robby for you," the boy shrugged.
"True that," Mike nodded before ruffling her son's hair, "Now, c'mon, the three of us have a cake to make!"
It had taken most of the day…considering Sam was hopeless in the kitchen. He was worse than Matt…and that was saying something. They'd ended up trying to make the cake five times and four of those times they burned it or it got made funny or something. On the fifth try, they got something that somewhat resembled the picture.
"Heh, guess Dad was right," little Robby joked, "When dealing with anything Fazbear, things tend to come in fives,"
"Oh, hush you!" Mike teased, gently shoving him while Sam looked apologetically at the cake.
"Do you think she'll like it?" he asked.
"Knowing Mandy, she'll love it, Sam," Mike told him, "Now we just need to get the stage set,"
"I can do that," Sam told her, "The uh…the cooking part was what scared me a bit. Thanks for your help,"
"Any time," Mike smiled, "Now, while you get the stage set and ready, I'm going to be spending some quality time with my son. You let me know when you're ready,"
"Will do," Sam nodded as Mike touched her son on the shoulder and both of them disappeared in shadow.
The two faded into the bedroom and Mike stumbled, little Robby had to lead her to the bed and help her sit down as she fought to regain her balance.
"You ok?" he asked right as a flicker of gold caught his eye.
He turned to see his mother's darker half behind him, a tired expression on her face.
"Mike you're tiring yourself out with all this craziness," Gold told her, "You teleporting two people always puts strain on your soul, you know that,"
"What's that mean?" little Robby asked.
"It means that it makes your mother more susceptible to Marionette's attacks," Gold told him, "Remember the last time she did it?"
"That was the night I got hurt," the boy blinked before turning towards his mother, "Mama…don't be doing that anymore. I don't want you to get hurt,"
"I'm dead, how can I get hurt?" Mike grumbled, opening a golden eye and glaring at Gold, "And stop scaring him!"
"I scare him?" Gold snorted, "Yes, I might be terrifying after midnight, but I'm not scary unless someone threatens him,"
"Says the one that's been trying to kill him the past few nights,"
"That was not my fault and you know it!"
"Please, stop fighting!" little Robby ordered, putting his hands on his head, "You know what? Maybe that's why she's been able to get you two so easily! You bicker and fight just as much as Scott and Spring do!"
"We do not!" both Gold and Mike cried in unison.
"Maybe not around me you don't," the boy reasoned, "But according to Uncle Robby, you've been fighting recently…he just found out the other night…after Mama pressed you about '83, Aunt Gold,"
Gold's jaw twitched and she closed her eyes.
"What you need to understand about that is…" Gold started, but she was cut off by Sam suddenly appearing in the room.
"Everything's ready," he said, looking at Mike, "Can you get Mandy?"
"I'd be glad to," Mike nodded.
"This conversation isn't over, Mama," little Robby warned.
"I know, Lil' Capt'n," Mike told him, kissing his forehead, "I'll be back in a few minutes,"
And both she and Gold disappeared.
It was dark outside when the ghosts returned back to the house. They had to take the long way since Mike was too tired to teleport again and Robby was the only one with super speed and couldn't carry them all.
Amanda was a little surprised when she walked into a dark house. The yellow spirit barely avoided running into a table in the hall when Sam found her.
"What's this all about?" she asked, her lit up pupils looking up to where Sam's own flared in the darkness.
"Just wait," he told her, a smile in his voice as he opened the door, letting soft candlelight spill through the hallway.
Amanda's violet eyes blinked rapidly as Sam led her to a small table and pulled out the chair so she could sit down. He presented the cake that he, Mike and little Robby worked on.
"I had some help," he admitted, "Turns out I'm worse in the kitchen than Matt is,"
Amanda gave a soft laugh and Sam gave an apologetic smile.
"But uh…it…it didn't turn out like the picture, it's kinda ugly now that I look at it," he rambled, "But…"
Amanda shushed him, picking up a fork and trying the cake, smiling as she tried it.
"It tastes fine," she told him, "Thank you, Sam,"
"And I um…I got you this," he mumbled, holding out a little black-eyed Susan and making the girl's face light up as she took it, "I couldn't find a rose…but I remember you said you liked these. One for our first year together. So, happy anniversa…"
Amanda hugged him, hard, cutting off his words as she buried her head in his shoulder.
"Thank you Sam," she whispered, looking up and pressing her lips to his nose, making him chuckle, "This was perfect…and I didn't get you anything…I'm a horrible girlfriend,"
"You did give me something," Sam told her, "You gave me you. That's the best gift I could ask for,"
She gently smacked his shoulder.
"You're such a flirt," she laughed, leaning into his chest.
Little Robby was back in his room, flashlight in hand as the clock tolled midnight. Matt had nearly come unglued when Sam kissed Amanda, but the others kept him in check by reminding him that it was those two's anniversary, so they were allowed to be a bit romantic.
Didn't mean he was too happy about it though…little Robby could hear Matt's promises to Sam if he hurt his little sister or broke her no-longer-beating heart from his room.
But now, everything was oddly silent.
"I don't like this…" the boy whispered.
"TURN AROUND!" a female voice seemed to scream.
Emily watched in despair as little Robby started panicking. It was all her fault…she should have fought harder against Marionette, but like always, she was just batted aside. She shouldn't have kept encouraging him to come back…she should have made him stay away…
"TURN AROUND!" Emily finally screamed in desperation…and to her surprise, he did.
He flashed the light on the bed, making the three Stooges shriek and dive off the bed to avoid the light. Emily watched as they gave little growls and hisses as they glared at the boy's feet from under the bed next to Matt's shadowy form.
She could see Chica at the end of the right hallway while she saw Foxy stalking towards the left hallway, trying find a time to get in while Bonnie crept towards the door.
Emily put her ghostly hands on the living child's shoulders.
"To your left!" she whispered in his ear and watched in growing joy as he listened to her and slammed the door shut on Bonnie's face.
She closed her eyes and disappeared from the room only to reappear in the workshop…where she saw Scott standing perfectly still…right behind Gold, who stared at the door with dead eyes.
"She's got her…" Emily breathed, "She'll send her out towards the end…"
She vanished once more just to reappear into Robby's room. The boy was racing back and forth between the doors and then shining the light on the bed to hold the Stooges at bay. He didn't see Foxy pad into the room and slip into the closet…
But he sure heard him.
Little Robby whirled around to face the closet, sprinting forwards and closing the door right on Foxy's muzzle as the red animatronic shrieked.
"Down Foxy!" little Robby snapped, "DOWN BOY!"
He opened the door slightly just to see the Fox in standing position, his cruelly sharp hook the only thing visible.
"Good enough," little Robby panted, getting up and flashing the light on the bed and making the Stooges shriek, "Ugh! Get out of here you three!"
He raced to the right, listening closely…just to hear a raspy, ragged breath.
"Nope!" little Robby gasped, holding the door shut, "Chica, take your cupcake and get out!"
He heard footsteps and he let the door go, racing towards the other side right as a ripple seemed to run through the air.
"What the heck?" he blinked, casting a look at the clock.
4:00
"Hehehahahaha!"
The boy's blood froze as he opened the left door and shone the light just to see his mother's golden form at the end of the hall. He shut the door quickly.
"Mama…" he whispered, "She got you too…"
He heard footsteps and he raced to the other door, flashing the light down the hall right as more footsteps sounded off.
"To your left!" the female voice whispered.
Robby heeded it's advice, running towards the other door and flashing the light…just to slam the door closed as his mother teleported in front of the door. The speaker wasn't his mother…the voice was too high compared to hers. So, that left only one option.
"Thank you, Aunt Emily," he breathed.
"Heheheha!"
Robby whirled around and shone his light on the bed, illuminating the golden mask that lay on it, a high-pitched ringing sound piercing through the air and hurting his head. And just as suddenly, the mask disappeared in a burst of shadows.
"Why did they switch it up?" he wondered as he ran to the right door and closed it as he saw Gold at the back of the hallway, "It doesn't make sense…"
"Hehehahahaha!"
He raced to the closet and shone the light, the high-pitched ringing starting up again as he saw his mother's face.
"Mama, I know you can hear me," he started, racing to the other side and closing that door as Gold's talons scraped across the wood, "Please, wake up!"
"Toreador, l-lOVee…love i-i-i-is WaITIng for y-y-y-yoooOOOOUUUuu…" Gold's voice glitched out, "An-AN-and t-th-thiNK as you are FI-iii-ghting-I CAN'T FIGHT HER-…that-t-t-t -lil' Capt'n! RUN!- a dark EYe-I didn't want this!- is wat-t-t-tching YOOooouUUU!"
Little Robby glanced at the clock. 5:59 a.m.
"Turn over, turn over, TURN OVER!" he shrieked, holding the door shut…right as the scratching stopped.
He squeezed his eyes shut, tears streaming.
"I'm dead, I'm dead I died I'm dead…" he thought, panicking…right as something crushed him in an embrace.
"I'm so sorry!" Mike sobbed, holding her son close to her, "I'm sorry…forgive me…I couldn't…she got me right off the bat…I'm so sorry!"
Little Robby looked up at his mother's shaking, human form as she held him tight. He held her back, burying his head in her shoulder.
"It wasn't your fault," he replied shakily, "This…this ends tonight. This won't happen again…"
With my own first dating anniversary coming up, I thought this was appropriate. And yes, Sam is a horrible cook...so he had the two next-best help him. Anyway, next up...the Nightmare begins. Let's just put it this way...you guys aren't going to see this coming...or, maybe you will...we'll just have to see.
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.