Michael to the Power of Six

You DON'T Want to be in the Room Where it Happens

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     They all glanced around awkwardly. Glamrock Freddy's attempt at a joke had been the last words spoken. It wasn't an all-bad joke, either. Circumstances are, however, rather important for jokes.

"Why are we here," said Jordan, though it seemed like who he was talking to was up for debate.

"Who knows. We all have the name Michael, that's the only connection I can think of," Said Eggs Benedict. He then realized that nobody noticeably looked around the room they were trapped in. He glanced around. There was one medium-sized window lighting up the room well, a small couch, a TV, probably from the '80s, and a table with a lamp. He then realized he was in what appeared to be his living room, or something similar to it. He looked out the window. A mistake. There was some phenomenon. It was impossible, and not just nearly. There was nothing. It was both dark and light, night and day, vast and claustrophobic.

Something touched his shoulder. Luckily, after a second, he realized the hand was coming from inside the room and not in the Nothing. "You okay, man?" Eggs Benedict took a deep breath and Jordan's strong hand provided the grounding he needed to respond.

"Yeah... just... I mean look out there!"

"Oh," was all Jordan could muster as a response. They all the. Went up to the window and realized then how indescribable the situation was. What was it? How? Why? They could only bring one basic answer to the latter, and that wasn't exactly up to forensic-investigation level. Nobody was sure what to do.

"Now what. We're stuck in nothing but everything, and in some random room that looks like our," Mask gestured to Eggs Benedict and himself, "Living room."

"Wait, this is your living room? Can that mean anything?" Jackson tried.

"Probably not, usually it has some houses around it and rooms other than this one. The doors are the same, though." Everybody glanced at him in a look that could really only say one thing; really? "Wait- oh." Eggs Benedict realized why everyone was looking at him. "Right. Uhh, well, that's the front door, so it's either the best or worst option to go there." He offered.

"Why the worst?" Jackson asked.

Glamrock Freddy decided to speak that time. "It's a void of nothing and everything, dark and light, living and dead, moral and immoral. Though some of us mix some of those barriers, who knows what it could do to us."

"Okay, why are you even here?" Michael Afton said, curious and aggravated for no apparent reason. He spit out the words all but Mask wanted to say.

"Ah. That's... an explanation. Uh... Well, I'm you. Basically. I think you, Jackson, and Jordan will be the only ones who don't understand that," Glamrock Freddy stumbled. He usually didn't stutter much as Freddy. His voice was collected and his words seemed to be well thought-out, but his relevance was a difficult-to-explain situation.

Michael Afton's face twisted up in an annoyed expression that gave away how much more confused he had gotten. Jackson and Jordan were in the same boat, but Mask and Glamrock Freddy brushed it off about as casually as one might a tarantula on one's shoulder. The sudden desperate change in topic did not go unnoticed.

Really, the two did not particularly want to get into a details description as to what happened to them and why, especially when they could use that time to work on leaving.

"So, doors. Open the front door, yes or no?"

Unanimous.

They ultimately decided for Glamrock Freddy to open the door. He was the least dangerous decision. Any other Michael Afton would delete the one or ones after him, and Jordan and Jackson were famous; their disappearance would be noticeable to more people than, at most, ten. And they could just make another Freddy, or replace him.

He reached his plastic and metal hand out for the handle, thick fingers going into a grabbing formation. His hand turned slowly on the nob. He paused before bringing the door towards him, before just doing it.

As it turned out, the dramatics were for nothing. He opened it and no giant butterfly ate everything in the room - hell, maybe even the room itself. No giant monster reached its enormous claw the size of a large house in, and scraped their organs out of their small bodies, compared to it, out, one nerve by one. It was just an underwhelming opening into the Nothing. No catch. They hoped.