Oh my God, after 5 and a half hours I finally beat sister location. I probably could have beat it faster if I wasn't such an *idiot* but here we are. I spent from 4pm to 6pm on night 4, then went back to it at about 9pm and beat it on the first try. And then night 5 was a breeze, the only part I really struggled on was the side, and even that wasn't too hard. Needless to say, I've never been so happy to get my organs scooped out.
AND YES SECURITY BREACH IS OUT AND I'M SO HAPPY I watched Dawko play it, and Markiplier, and it looks SO COOL! My favourite duo is obvs Glamdad and Girlboss Greg Heffley, and my fav character is probably Sundrop. Kellen Goff kills it in any role he gets. Plus, the map looks amazing, I love the way the endings are done (won't spoil it, but it is cool!)The voice acting is stellar as always, as it gives us some good lore!
And as for the bad bits - yes there are some clipping issues (whatever) and the instructions can be unclear, but I mean I think it really just depends. Dawko had zero issues with it, Markiplier had quite a few. It is a shame how frustrating it can be however, and it can be a bit buggy sometimes. It's also not very scary, but I mean I'm pretty scared of the games myself, so that might not be a bad thing lol.
But all in all it seems like a very fun next installment in the series! I'm excited to see what Steel Wool and Scott (glad he still has a part in the games, however small. Stupid Twitter, always cancelling people for dumb reasons) come up with next!
omg long intro? and merry Christmas/Kwanzaa/Hanukkah/Winter Solstice/winter break/whatever you celebrate! hope your days are merry and bright. I got an Oculus plus Help Wanted, so I'll be playing some of that - that is, if I don't get too scared! I suck at the games, so this should turn out...well.
Reviews!
MoonTheMagical: Hehehe, extremely British. And yeah, the Theorists are going to have a field day, especially considering it's an exploration game.
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Onto the chapter!
Chapter 67
Home Alone, Except There's 15 People (And A Bunny)
"Deck the halls with boughs of holly, FALALALALALLALALALALALALALLALALALALALA!"
"Too much la, not enough fa." Freddy critiqued, crossing his arms. "And your pitch is...erm, it leaves something to be desired."
"Ah, bah humbug." Bonnie stuck his tongue out, climbing down and off the ladder from where he'd been hanging garlands of shiny plastic holly above the doorways. Freddy just ruffled his hair affectionately, Bonnie yelping and squirming away.
Springtrap walked in then, a spring (haha) in his step. A fresh red bow had been tied around his neck, one different from the ragged purple bow that had been there before.
He did a little twirl, ending with his arms out in jazz hands. "How do I look?"
"Do you want an honest opinion?" Cassidy asked from her spot on the couch, reading Slaughter From Slaughterville. It was a sequel to another murder mystery she'd read a while ago.
Springtrap gave her a Look. "No."
"Okay, then you look great!" Cassidy chirped, giving him a thumbs up. Springtrap rolled his eyes, shaking off the hate like a hashtag girlboss.
"You're just jealous of my fabulousness," Springtrap replied airily, skipping over to a small bowl of candy canes.
"Hey! Don't eat those, they're for Ruby and her friends!" Chica yelled as she walked into the room, pointing to him accusingly.
"Don't be daft, I can't eat these even if I wanted to. I was going to hang a few on that tree, as decorations." Springtrap snapped, gathering a few in his hands and bringing them to the Christmas tree.
Mangle frowned. "Hey, where did you get the tree? Bonnie, I know you usually blackmail that kid, but this is a whole new location."
Bonnie grinned evilly. "I have my ways."
"He stole the kid's phone when he came here and threatened to text their crush if they didn't get us a tree," Freddy explained nonchalantly.
"Huh. Psychological instead of physical. I like it." Mangle mused, nodding in approval. "Also, how we still don't know their name? Heck, I haven't even seen them."
"I have, but only when the world is black and the moon is highest, and only from the shadowy corners and the underneath of beds." Bonnie muttered darkly.
"...O-oh. How lovely." Chica stammered, looking slightly concerned.
Mangle looked around from where she was hanging candy canes on the tree. "Hey, where's Mari? I bet she'd dig this kind of stuff."
"Oh, I think she's working on some sort of Christmas project with the kids," Freddy answered.
Mangle smiled, unwrapping one from its plastic as popping it in the corner of her mouth like a pipe. "Cute!"
Foxy walked over to the front door, pulling out an emerald green wreath from seemingly nowhere, and hanging it atop a brass coat hanger embedded in the door. He beamed, placing his hands on his hips triumphantly.
"Perfect. At last, a beautifully hung wreath of- AHHH!" Suddenly, the redhead was violently flung back by the door suddenly slamming open. Foxy fell over onto his back, groaning and rubbing the side of his head.
"Oops! Sorry, Fox-face." Ruby apologized, being the one who'd smashed the door open as always. Seriously, how was her foot not broken from all the times she'd done that?
"Er, thank you, lass. Nothing like a good kick in the stomach to start off a day." Foxy muttered, standing up on slightly shaky legs and dusting himself off.
"You're welcome," Ruby said pleasantly. She was wearing a soft red sweater and a pair of baggy white jeans, sort of a candy-cane colour scheme. Two green barrettes were clipped into her long red hair, which had a single small braid in the front. She stepped away from the doorway to reveal her friends as if they were a prized new car on a TV game show.
"Wow! This place is rather festive." Tulisa said admiringly. She herself was looking rather festive, wearing a green felted elf hat and matching emerald woolen sweater.
Chica gasped, dashing over. "Rubyyy! Tulisaaa! It's so good to see you!" She gave her two friends air hugs and bounced up and down excitedly, the turned to the others.
"Oh, hi Josh! And Ducky!" She squealed with the same enthusiasm. Ducky grinned, saluting. He wore a burgundy trench coat and a black hoodie with a picture of fruitcake on it.
Chica smiled, then turned to the last girl.
"...Myah." It was barely a greeting, and more like a statement. Myah gave her an awkward nod back, and the room fell silent, nobody sure what to say next. Ruby sighed. She had no idea why Chica had such a big thing against Myah, but she hoped that the smaller girl could put it aside so that they could at least have a nice Christmas celebration.
Freddy smiled, looking over every one of them in turn...then noticed what Josh was wearing. He was clad in possibly the ugliest Christmas sweater any of them had ever seen. It was a red and green picture of a reindeer, with all the bells and whistles. No, like there were literally bells and whistles. It jingled and jangled whenever he made even the slightest of movements.
"Wowzers. That is...something." Freddy said in awe. "Where did you get it?"
"Your mom," Josh responded, hoisting himself onto the couch with one arm and flopping himself onto the pillows. He leaned back with his arms crossed behind his head, stretching.
Freddy gaped. "That- that doesn't even make sense! You can't just-"
"Let it go," Bonnie sighed, patting him on the shoulder sympathetically.
"Yo-ho-ho, Joshua!" Foxy crowed, running over to his friend. The two of them fist-bumped epically, immediately launching into an energy-filled conversation about some band that had released a new song. The group began to ease up, Mangle and Myah chatting about fashion with each other, Chica and Tulisa catching up, and the boys talking about the new Five Nights at Mr Hugs game that had just released.
"Ruby! Hiiii!" Jojo gasped, running over to her. Her fingers were covered in red and green marker, and gold glitter dusted her blonde pigtails. Ruby smiled at the little girl, kneeling down so they were the same height.
"Hey, Joey! Are you excited for Christmas?" She asked. Jojo nodded rapidly, an excited look in her eyes.
"Yep! An' me and Mal have a plan to get a million billion presents." She gestured to Malcolm, who was behind her on Mari's lap, playing with his cars while Mari talked to him.
Ruby smiled. "And what is that plan?" She figured it would be something nice and wholesome, like cleaning up their room or donating something to charity.
"We're gonna catch Santa Claus!" Jojo exclaimed, throwing her arms in the air and grinning so wide that Ruby could see the gap where her front tooth had once been.
Behind her, Mari froze, a panicked look in her eyes. She put a wobbly smile on her face, carefully lifting Mal up from under his arms and off her lap. Mal didn't seem to care much, he just chose to drive his cars up the couch instead.
"Um, the big kids need to have a quick meeting, if that's okay with you two?" Mari asked. "You should probably head off to bed anyways."
Jojo shrugged. "Sure. C'mon, Mal, they're probably talking about Calculus or something."
"Ew," Mal responded, gathering his dusty cars in his pockets and following his older sister out of the room, their chatter echoing off of the walls.
Once Mari was sure they were gone, she whipped her gaze over to the others, a frenzied look in her warm brown eyes. Ruby flinched, she'd never seen Mari look so...un-Mari before.
"Okay." She took a deep breath. "This probably sounds terrible, especially because I'm like their main caretaker, but I forgot about Santa! And before you all climb on me for forgetting-"
"I forgot too," Freddy admitted. "If that helps."
"Me too," said Chica.
"Same here. We never did anything like that at the pizzeria, we all just decorated the place and maybe bought a pie if there was time." Bonnie explained.
Foxy laughed, reminiscing on the past. "Ye, fer our first year Chica still believed in that Santa scallywag. But then Bon-Bon o'er here sure shut 'er down."
Bonnie frowned, crossing his arms. "Hey! I just don't like gaslighting my friends to believe in some creepy old dude that lives with a bunch of tiny people and breaks into little children's homes to spy on them while they sleep and put mysterious packages under their tree." Bonnie retorted.
Chica shuddered, not liking the mental image that brought her. "When you put it like that…"
Mari groaned, waving her arms in the air for attention again. "Enough about Santa's moral ambiguity! What am I supposed to do?! They're going to try and catch Santa in the act, which means either they'll see us marking presents as from Santa, or they won't catch him at all! Either way their dreams will be crushed and they'll be scarred forever." Mari slumped on the floor, curling up into a ball and burying her head in her hands.
Chica knelt down beside her friend, patting her shoulder. Her clear blue eyes radiated sympathy. "Hey, it'll be okay. I'm sure we'll think of something!"
Mari smiled softly up at her, though she still looked doubtful. "Thanks…I just don't know how we're going to do it! They were putting up cameras, and traps...really good ones, too. Of course, I helped them out a bit…"
Bonnie snorted, kicking his shoes up onto the shiny wood table. "Who are they, clones of Kevin McAllister? Why did you let them do any of this?"
Mari shook her head. "I didn't know! I thought it was a cool Rube Goldberg style...science-y project. Something educational! I didn't know it's be something like this."
Ruby stepped forward as bravely as she could. A light breeze from a window behind her blew her crimson hair up like a cape. "Well, better to start now rather than never! We should give them C'mon, what's our plan?"
A noisy cricket chirped from behind one of the walls.
Ruby blinked. "Okay, tough crowd. C'mon, let's get brainstorming! I'm sure we can come up with a way to deliver these presents without getting caught. Mags, can you gather their presents?"
"Yes, ma'am!" Mangle ran over to the tree, doing an epic slide with her oversized pink-and-black socks and landing square beside two packages, both large and rectangular-shaped and wrapped in last week's newspaper.
"We've got another tree in the main room," Mangle explained. "This one's just for decoration. The workers put it up."
Ruby nodded. "Cool beans. So… then that just means we'll have to go through a few hallways and rooms - shouldn't be too much of a hassle, then."
"I do hope they like the gifts," Mari said wistfully. "I picked them out especially for the two of them. For everyone else I just got mini surprise horse figurines. There's a chance to get the ultra rare golden one!"
Foxy shrugged. "I'll take it."
Ruby laughed for a moment, but then put on her serious face as it was now time to get back to business. "Mari, where are the traps they added?"
Mari lit up, determination flashing in her eyes. "Follow me, I'll show you!"
Ruby gave her a thumbs-up and turned to the rest of the group. "Alrighty everybody - let's go save Christmas!" She paused. "Well, for Joey and Mal, at least."
The group of eleven (Springtrap was in his room and Cassidy refused to help), quietly snuck around the hallways, tip-toeing as to not disturb Malcolm or Jojo. Red and green holiday fairy lights were strung along the hallways, hung up with silver hooks that shone in the glow. Paper garlands of white printer paper lay on the walls and floor, matching paper snowflakes courtesy of the kids taped onto the windows. Ruby couldn't help but grin at the decorations, the place that usually was terrifying suddenly turned festive.
"Stop!" Mari hissed suddenly, freezing in place with her arms outstretched. "Don't move! There's a tripwire hook that'll drop butterscotch pudding and pillow feathers onto us!"
"Wha- where the hell did they get pudding?!" Bonnie asked in bewilderment. "Or the feathers? Did they murder Chica's entire extended family?"
"Har dee har har." Chica said sarcastically.
Mari shook her head. "Don't ask questions! Hurry up and let's go! And be careful not to step on the wire."
"Be careful not to tap on the wife?!" Ducky asked in confusion, tripping over the wire.
A moment of terrifying apprehension swept like a wave over him, and then suddenly something else was sweeping over him - butterscotch pudding and feathers. Ducky groaned, reaching up and running his fingers through his curly dark hair, which was now covered in yellow slime with the looks and consistency of the banana-lemon shampoo Ruby used. He rolled over onto his back, spitting light yellow pudding onto the floor.
"Sticky." Ducky mused quietly. He licked his lips thoughtfully. "But, surprisingly tasty!"
"That's what she-" Myah cut off Ruby with an utterly disappointed Look.
Ruby shrugged, grinning mischievously. "Sorry, couldn't resist. Where's our next destination, captain?"
"Everyone always asks where's the next destination, but never how's the next destination." Tulisa glanced down, making her face look very sad.
"Mental Health Awareness for destinations. Spread it around, tell a friend. Perhaps one of your closest family members is a destination, too scared to tell you!" Josh gasped.
Ruby rolled her eyes in mock annoyance. "You guys are goobers."
Mari thought for a moment, then straightened. "Okay, let's see...we only have to go through one more trap. Shouldn't be too difficult, we just can't press that big, red, obviously evil-"
"Oi, look! A button!" Foxy pointed out.
"FOXY, NO!" Mari shouted just as the redhead smacked the button square in the middle with his palm.
Tiny, curved red-and-white-striped candy canes wrapped in little plastic baggies tumbled down from a hatch on the ceiling, activating the second Foxy pressed the button. They bounced off the eleven teenager's heads, falling down to the floor as if they were frozen rain in a hailstorm.
"Again, where. The hell. Did they get. The resources. To do this?!" Bonnie asked, confusion clear on his face.
"And again, don't question it!" Mari hissed back.
"I, for one, don't mind getting candy canes dumped on my head." Ducky said, happily devouring his candy cane. Ruby blinked. Jeez, he had strong teeth.
"Hm, I just realized they're called candy canes because they're shaped like a cane!" Myah gasped, observing the sugary treat closely.
Freddy's eyes widened, the puzzle pieces clicking together in his mind. "How have I never noticed this?"
"'Cause you're an idiot." Bonnie deadpanned, crossing his arms and smirking smugly. Freddy rolled his eyes, playfully shoving his boyfriend.
~lll~
Jojo's eyes shot open.
She couldn't sleep. She just couldn't do it! She was supposed to be asleep hours ago, and now it was way way way too late in the night. It was what the BFG called 'the witching hour'. Jojo found that fifty percent scary and fifty percent cool.
She rolled over on her pile of elephant-printed pillows to face Malcolm, who had his back turned to her. Maybe if Jojo woke up her brother, they could investigate how their traps were doing together!
"Mal." She hissed, tapping his shoulder rapidly. "Ma-al. Psst. Wake up!"
Malcolm rolled over suddenly, making Jojo flinch. His blue eyes wide and awake. It was clear that her brother was sharing the same fate as her. "I can't sleep,'' he mumbled. "Too excited."
"Same," Jojo agreed. "It's been FOREVER since Santa came. Like, three years. He never came to see me or Springtrap or Cassidy, which made me sad."
"Yeah, he never came to Shadow or the bunker." Mal said sadly. "So I pretended he did. I wrapped up sticks with note paper and pretended they were cool new trucks."
"Me too!" Jojo gasped. "I pretended that animatronic parts were gifts. Wow, we're like twinsies!"
"Mhm." Mal agreed. "We should go check on our traps now."
"Oh, right!" Jojo had almost forgotten! "Let's go!"
They crept out of their room, quietly turning the door handle for minimum noise when shutting it. They tiptoed down the hallway carefully, before stopping at their first trap.
"Woah." Jojo gasped. It had worked out far better than they'd planned it. Butterscotch pudding covered the dizzyingly bright checkerboard floor. Malcolm tried to scoop a bit up to eat, but sadly failed.
"Santa's gotta be around here somewhere! Let's go!" Jojo cried, dashing for the next trap and leaping over the large puddle of thick yellow pudding. Hopefully, the next trap was-
A success! Candy canes littered the floor, some broken with shiny pieces like shards of glass scattered across the hallway. Jojo did a silent fist-pump. Who knew all it took to build a complicated Rube Goldberg machine was simply one watching of Home Alone and a little help from a thirteen-year-old!
Mal peeked out from behind a corner, behind Jojo due to lagging a bit to watch a small spider on the floor. His eyes widened in wonder. "Wow. I bet Santa is really hungry! Look at all the empty wrappers!" He exclaimed, pointing to the ten or so empty plastic candy wrappers littered around the floor.
Jojo grinned. If Santa Claus fell for these traps so easily, then he'd surely fall for the next one her and Mal had planned. This one was so secret that she hadn't even told Mari about it. Yep, this one would get him all right! The two kids crouched down, ready and tense with anticipation to finally meet Santa Claus.
~lll~
"Okay, so all we need to do is make it to the tree, stick the presents under it, and get back to the front desk's room as fast as possible," Mari told them as they walked.
"This shouldn't be too hard. They don't have any other traps planned, right?" Chica asked worriedly.
"Not that I know of!" Replied a cheerful Mari.
Ruby grinned, taking a dramatic step forward and pausing for effect. "Let's blow this popsicle stand." She took another step forward - and a net was promptly dropped on her head.
"What the heck?!" She shouted, then slapped a hand over her mouth, remembering now that they were supposed to be quiet. Ruby exchanged a worried glance with her friends...she sure hoped that wouldn't wake the kids up.
"Haha, we got him!" Was the giddy cry from down the hall. Two pairs of small feet pattered down the hallway, their shoes making clacking sounds on the hard tile floor. Ruby leaned back her head and inwardly groaned. What a terrible thing she'd just done! Oh, what would they think when they saw Ruby in Santa's place? They'd just stand there, absolutely crushed with their little hearts broken into smithereens, and without any-
"Presents!" Jojo and Malcolm gasped, standing at the doorway with sparkling blue eyes. Ruby's head whipped around, what?
But, true to their word, there were sixteen packages, fully wrapped in sparkly, whimsical wrapping paper in bright shades of rainbow. Jojo and Malcolm excitedly dashed the the tree, nearly tripping over themselves as they slid down and examined the packages, boxes and bags.
"Ducky, Foxy, Cassidy, Ruby, Springtrap- all of our names! There's even one for Plush!" Jojo exclaimed, cradeling a particular pink present labelled 'To Jojo Ezra, from Santa Claus'.
At the sounds of their names, Cassidy, Springtrap, and Plush appeared at the doorway. First they looked confused, then a sense of wonder swept over their faces as they took in the glorious, glittery sight.
Mari turned to them. "Did you do this?"
Springtrap snorted, a disgusted look replacing the previous one of wonder. "Ewww, spreading joy to children? As if. Giving gifts is your job, remember?"
"Oh, I remember," Mari muttered dryly. She turned to Cassidy next.
"Don't look at me, I was reading." Cassidy defended herself. Mari shook her head. It didn't make sense.
"Then who did it?" She asked.
Malcolm looked up from his present, a box wrapped in royal blue and red foil. "Santa Claus, of course. Don't you guys know about the whole Christmas thing? Don't you believe in Santa Claus?"
Mari and the others shared a glance, then she turned back to the small boy who was looking at her obliviously. A wide beam appeared on her face. "I- well...I sure do now!"
The whole crew unwrapped their presents, some tearing into the paper and some opening it slowly and carefully. Some got cool sweaters. Some got new toys. Jojo and Malcolm declared they liked their presents from Mari best (a cookbook and a toy racing track). Plush got a cute new collar with a jingly bell that, unlike Ruby's kittens, he actually liked. And Springtrap got-
"Two lumps of coal?!" He shouted. "What a rip-off."
"Wait, there's a note," Myah observed snatching the box out of Springtrap's paws. "It says 'Merry Christmas, you filthy animal.'" She laughed. "Guess Santa's got a sense of humor."
"Yeah, well, Santa's getting hot coals on his face next time I run into that bloke," Springtrap muttered venomously.
Everyone chose to ignore that.
And so, everyone laughed and talked through the night, sharing stories and funny videos and photos and toys, till it was time, sadly, for the living to leave at the break of dawn. And as they did, one pointed out a certain shooting star that, if she was being honest, looked an awful lot like a sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.
And as she did, she could have sworn she heard a jolly voice yell out,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"
A/N
Lol, hopefully you guys have seem Home Alone, or some of these jokes might not make sense.
Question/Challenge: what's your favourite gift you got this year? Mines the VR headset, followed closely by the Fazbear Frights books I got. Friendly Face is legitimately terrifying.
Happy holidays!
~Ghost