Five Nights at Cafe Hetaloid

Extra #1 - Sixth Night

Warning: Swearing

~1:00 AM - Sixth Night~

        An hour into her sixth night, and Anastasia was bored out of her mind. The hetaloids were off doing whatever they would do when they weren't bothering her, and her homework was finished for her next evening class at college. She drummed her fingers against the wood of the security office's desk as she flipped through the cameras with a sigh. The kitchen camera was still out, but Anastasia could hear Oliver humming and moving pots and pans around. The platinum blond grabbed a small notepad from the top drawer of the desk and a pencil from the desk organizer she had bought. She jotted down that Vincent needed to call an electrician to fix the kitchen camera.

        Another five minutes went by before Anastasia made up her mind. She pushed herself off of her rolling office chair and walked down the East Hall. She made her way over to the kitchen and rapped her knuckles against the entrance door. Oliver told her that she could come in, not knowing it was actually her. She walked up to him. He was washing some pots and pans in one of the sinks, disregarding the actual dishwasher on the other side of the room.

        "Hey Ollie!" she greeted him.

        "Hello poppet! What brings you into the kitchen?" he questioned.

        "I got bored sitting around in my office."

        "Ah, I see. Well, I know it's not the most exciting thing to do, but do you want to help me with the dishes? I noticed that most of them were extremely dusty so I decided to give them a good washing."

        "Sure. It's something to do at least."

        Anastasia moved to stand next to the 2p! England Hetaloid. He handed her a tea towel embroidered with various little cupcakes. The strawberry blond instructed the platinum blond to dry the dishes he would put in the drying rack and then place them in the appropriate cabinet. They did the entire job in silence. The only sound that could be heard was the running water from the faucet when Oliver needed it to rinse a dish.

        "Hey Oliver?" Anastasia suddenly spoke.

        "Yes deary?" said man replied.

        "What's in the room that's connected to the back room?" Oliver was silent for a long time.

        "What ever brought that question into your mind?" he asked suspiciously.

        "That's not important Ollie. I just want to know is all. Do you think you could tell me?"

        "Why not just go and take a look for yourself poppet? I'm sure it's unlocked since Matt has a nasty habit of not locking it when he exits that room."

        "Alright! I'll be right back then!"

        Anastasia placed the tea towel down next to Oliver and ran to the secret that awaited her. She entered the back room and found the door. Her fingers rapped around the knob of the door and pushed it open slowly. A pair of eyes, whose irises happened to be a dark chocolate brown, glowed in the darkness. They shifted to look at her. A low growl resonated from the room as the eyes moved lower to the floor.

        At the exact moment, if a bullet would have been fired from where Anastasia stood at the same time she began to run, the bullet would have been slower by a landslide. She made it into the dining area safely, but she ended up ramming straight into Allen's chest. The platinum blond clambered up onto the brunette's shoulders.

        "OH MY FUCKING BISCUITS! SAVE ME FROM THAT THING!" she yelled.

        "What on Earth are you- HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" Al somewhat replied once he saw what Anastasia was going on about. Oliver could be heard yelling something about the swear jar to them from the kitchen, but they ignored the normally cheerful Brit.