𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐏𝐔𝐒𝐒𝐘

Chapter Five: Reintroductions

"It was a dark and stormy night..." Monty began, holding a flashlight to his face.

"No, no it wasn't." Quackity interjected. "It was rather clear out that night. You could see all of the stars."

"I couldn't see any," Monty told him.

"That's cause you practically live here, at the Nuclear Power Plant. You can't see anything with those towers spewing all of that steam into the air."

"If I may interject," the man with the drawling voice spoke up. "but I don't see what the weather has to do with how we died."

"Right, right." Monty cleared his throat. "Anyways, Wonder and her small army rushed into the casino, weapons drawn. They were filled with anger and hatred, prepared to show no mercy towards any of you. Before any of you knew it, they attacked, swinging their swords and fists, determined to take back-"

"Actually," Quackity interrupted again. "we shouted at each other for a while, throwing some rather good insults around, before I called us to attack each other."

"If you're gonna keep on interrupting me, then why don't you just tell the story?" Monty snapped.

"I offered to, but you decided to do it anyway!"

"Guys!" the young girl shouted. "Just tell us how we died! Get to the blood and the gore; the good parts!"

"You know what, Quackity?" Monty sighed. "Just go ahead and tell them. I don't even know their names, as a matter of fact, and I certainly don't know how they died."

"What? You don't?" Quackity exclaimed in surprise. "Well we can't have that! You guys should introduce yourselves to Monty. It is chapter five, after all, and besides, you'll be seeing a lot more of him now."

The group nodded amongst each other, and one of them stepped forward. He wore a purple suit and hat, his black hair framing his face.

"Greetings, boss." he said, a look of disdain on his face. "My name is Springtrap."

"What-?" Quackity tilted his head, confused. "No, your name is-"

"Purple Guy, yes." Springtrap nodded. "I made a bet, long ago, with a guy named Scott Cawthorn, that when I died I was to be renamed as Springtrap, just to confuse everyone, and I was to wear an old, rusty fursuit until the end of time. I took it, not thinking much of it, and now I deeply regret it."

Monty laughed at the story. "You weren't expecting to be brought back to life back then, were you?"

"No one truly expects these sort of things," Springtrap mused. "But it seems that I was right when I said, time and time again, that I always come back."

"It may take some getting used to," Quackity told him. "But to be honest, Springtrap is starting to catch on."

"Good, good." he smiled, before a thought pierced his mind. "Am I still your right hand man?"

Quackity nodded, and a look of relief spread across Springtrap's face. Monty turned to the next man, the one with the drawling voice.

"My name is Squidward," he droned. "I've worked with Quackity for many years."

"Pleasure to meet you, Squidward." Monty extended a hand, which he shook. "What position did you work in?"

"Front desk, mostly." Squidward said shortly. "Before he hired me, I was a cashier at a restaurant called the Krusty Krab."

"I've heard of that place, but have never gone to it." Monty remarked, before turning to a woman with long black hair and warm blue eyes.

"I'm Comet," she greeted, shaking his hand. "I've been Quackity's friend for as long as I can remember."