{Chris' Point of View}:
I wiped my eyes away, not showing it to Alan. But Alan was there to show how he felt. I never knew he had such anger inside of him...
"Come on, let's go look for the others," I say.
I get up, and give him a hand to help him up.
"Thanks," He says.
"I've had issues too..." I say.
"Either way, we've delted with them..." Alan says.
Alan then walks forward by himself.
"Is this a dead end?" He asks.
I go with him, and we find a wall blocking up the way. In front of the wall was a long table, that carried picture frames of the characters from the show.
"We should probably head back up... Maybe we'll find another way to get past a wall there," I suggest.
"Okay," Alan still stares at the pictures.
****
"What did you like about the show?" I ask.
"I liked everything about it... It was the show that really was there for me when I had conflicts, I'd be able to watch it, and it'd make me forget all about the past," Alan says.
"Yeah..." I say.
"I've also had weird dreams about the show too..." Alan explains.
"Really?" I ask.
"I still do..." He says.
I stop and tie my show.
"Come look at this!" Alan says.
"Hold on," I yell back.
Once I finished tying my shoe, I went into the room where Alan was. On the right side of the room had a fancy mirror, and and a sink beneath it. In from if the entrance, there was a bunk bed. There had been two pillows, and green blankets. There was a green bird's nest, and a roof above it. There was a little night stand aside of the bottom bed, a window, an orange carpet, and two tires hanging from the ceiling.
Alan walked towards the night stand, and began to open the drawers.
"What were you doing?" I asked.
"Looking for clues," Alan says.
"Like what?" I ask walking to him.
"Like this," Alan says.
Alan held up an old notebook. He opened it, and there had been little writing inside.
"August 13th, 2004: Today was an amazing day for us here at Foster's we finally made our show happen!" Alan read.
Alan skipped a couple of pages, and eventually got close to the end.
"May 9th, 2009: Feeling very depressed that today was the finale of our show. Really was a honor to work with everyone," Alan said.
"This all sound like Bloo," Alan says.
"Who?" I ask.
"Blood is one of the characters from the show. You know, the blue character," Alan says.
"Obviously," I remember.
I look around the room to look for anything. I spot a paper lying on the bottom bed. I walk over to get the paper, "Saraiah."
"What's you find?" Alan asks.
"An article about a girl named Saraiah?" I say.
Alan takes the paper, and begins to read it. I wonder around the room, and find figurines that looked like four characters.
"Mac had a sister?" Alan whispers.
"What's that?" I ask.
Alan walks to me, "What are you doing?"
"I found figures on the floor," I reply.
"The article states hat Mac had a sister named Saraiah. But she died years before the show even aired," Alan says.
"How old was she when she died?" I asked.
"It doesn't even say. But the cause of her death was that she drowned in Disneyland. Her father took her there all alone, and the reporters claim that he was the one who drowned her on purpose. That's why his father isn't even spoken about in the show. He was charged for her death, that's why his mother is so depressed in the show," Alan explains.
"Wow..." I say.
"What type of figurines?" Alan asks.
I picked up all four figurines: Mac, Bloo, Eduardo, and Cheese.
"Here," I held them up.
Alan slapped the figurines out of my hand.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"I've had dreams about those!" Alan freaks out.
"Hey it's okay..." I said.
"You know why you got those dreams? Because I provided them to you," A male voice says.
I saw as the red figure popped out from the door.
"Stay away from us!" I yell.
"Where are they?!!" Alan asks.
"They're still here," The figure says.
The tall figure, stood there looking at us. He had his stitched up arm, his messed up eye, a "1" on his stomach, and his big smile.
"What do you mean you've provided me those dreams?" Alan asks.
"I mean that, I've been there for you... Always," He says.
"So you've been stalking him?" I ask.
"Because he's always been there for me," He says.
"What?" Alan asks.
"You've been there to watch us on TV," He says.
"So why did you separate us?" I ask.
"There's no time to explain. You have only a few hours left..." He says.
"What are you talking about?" I ask.
I watch as the character begins to twitch, and watch as his body goes limb, and begins to turn into a dark red color.
"RUN!" He yells.
Alan and I both ran out of the room, and tried to block it up.
"I'LL KILL YOU ALL!!!" He shouts.
"Come on!" Alan says.
I follow Alan, as we go to a higher floor.
