To say that Ennard was going stir-crazy would be the understatement of a century, there was just absolutely nothing to do anymore.
He'd watched every season of The Immortal and the Restless, played mobile games and RPGs on any console, computer, and iPhone he could find. He'd even tested and labeled every marker, color pencil, and crayon that Helpy- Evan, he reminded himself- owned until he could pin down the exact colors he'd need if he ever felt the whim to draw a portrait of not only his current friends but his past "coworkers" as well. Of course, as funny as it would be to cover Eggs' fridge with crudely drawn stick figures, that still required a special kind of motivation and effort Ennard couldn't, and wouldn't, care to provide, no matter how bored he was.
Helpy seemed content enough, occupied with a new book series Eggs had bought him recently, but Ennard wasn't fooled. There was no way a child could ever be that preoccupied with reading of all things.
Ennard grabbed the remote, moving to sit down on the couch only to remember that his usual spot was currently being occupied by their unexpected guest. Begrudgingly, he sat on the floor instead, flicking idly through the channels without much thought for what was on. Finally, something caught his eye, and- Ennard sat up a bit straighter as he acknowledged the crappy costumes of the actors on the screen. The resolution was terrible, the props ridiculously hilarious even without comparing them to the horrors he'd personally seen, and- if animatronics could tear up Ennard knew he would be as he stared at what had to be the most hideously designed clown costume he'd ever had the pleasure of laying all six of his eyes upon. It was breathtaking, it was beautiful, it was absolutely and unquestionably perfect.
He stood again, making a beeline for the kitchen to root through the pantry and- jackpot. Ennard pulled out the bags of popcorn with haste, Eggs usually made it for them stove-cooked but they were currently banned from the stove so that was out of the question. Tossing the bag into the microwave, he hurried around the living room, shutting off the lights and closing all the blinds, much to Helpy's displeasure until the only light left was the TV.
"What are you doing?" The bear asked, closing the book in his lap with the reluctant acceptance that he wouldn't be getting any reading done that day. "I'm putting on a movie" Ennard answered, turning the volume up louder now that the other was properly captivated. "A horror movie?" he asked warily but Ennard waved off the other's concern. "It's not that scary, just look at it!" He gestured to the screen where one of the characters was hiding from the clown. The actor obviously trying, and failing, to hold back their laughter as it stumbled and tripped on its own oversized outfit.
Evan still looked slightly wary, but he didn't protest and he took that as the go-ahead to keep the movie rolling.
Ennard was ranting about how the consistency of the fake blood was completely wrong when he heard a faint clicking from behind him, too precise to be the popcorn and too loud to be the usual sounds of the apartment settling. He turned towards it, still complaining about how actual blood was far runnier than what they were using and wouldn't be sticking to the actors in such large globs, only to be met with a pair of glowing red eyes.
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Left Behind
FanfictionGregory and Freddy made it out of the fire after the ratty old suit that had been hunting them was taken by something far more threatening, but what about those who were left in the Pizzaplex? Wonder what they'll get up to when left in the aftermath...
