A Message to Scott Cawthon: Reimagined

Chapter Five

The cool evening breeze helped Lewis clear his head and his thoughts stopped racing. The world was quiet, the only noises were the soft swaying of the grass and the occasional flapping of bird wings as they travelled back to their nests for the night. He was wearing what Will had given him, along with his black, Jack Wills cap. Lewis looked around at his four friends.

Will looked the smartest out of all of them, wearing a white button up shirt and a black blazer, along with his black jeans and shoes he was wearing earlier. Ryan had a light pink top on, dark grey trousers, his normal shoes and his backwards cap as usual. He had his head in his phone, much like Baz. The pink-haired man was wearing practically the same thing as he was all day but had just added a navy zip-up hoodie which was grey on the inside along with an army green coloured cap. Rhys had the same jeans and boots but had put a white hoodie, with a red Supreme logo, over his shirt and also had a grey woolly hat.

They walked in silence for around twenty minutes, passing the many rides in the park which were either on their final runs or had been closed for the day. Few people were in the park in the evening though, it was only those who were staying at the hotel or other members of staff. Eventually, they came to a cluster of buildings and made their way to the centre of them to see their destination; The Roller Coaster Restaurant.

It looked quite dark inside but that was because the windows were tinted and the lights inside where red. A large neon sign with the restaurant's name on hung above the door and windows, giving off a light blue glow in the evening light. The drone of conversations could be heard from within which only got louder as the group stepped inside. The lights made the restaurant look a little eerie. The metal on the roller coaster rails gave off a red glow as if they were molten, the chairs looking like black midnight. People looked as if they were dangerously sunburnt, everyone's hair was black, and their glinting red eyes watched the room creepily.

They were greeted by a waitress who asked them the usual questions of "How has your day been?", "Have you stayed with us before?", "Have you reserved a table this evening?"

"Should be a table for five in the name of Will Ryan?" the musician asked even though it was more of a statement. The waitress looked over her schedule with pouted lips before smiling.

"Yes! Right this way, gentlemen!" She took them to a large, circular table that could have really fit eight people on. Roller coaster tracks spiralled down towards the centre of the table onto a large black plinth. The table itself had printed designs of all of the park attraction's logos; there was The Nemesis, Thirteen, The Wicker Man, Galactica and quite a few others.

And Lewis started to vlog. Everyone looked at him, extremely confused about how he had the energy and motivation to do this right now. They were also confused as to how he managed to bring his camera without anyone noticing. He waved a dismissive hand to suggest that they shouldn't make a point of it. The younger man enthusiastically and cheerfully spoke about the restaurant, letting the camera show the logos on the table and gave a quick pan around of the view from their area. Only Rhys managed to wave as the camera hit him.

He turned off the camera as a waiter brought them the menus. The guy clearly didn't want to be here and listened to the group with distant interest before mooching back to the kitchen. He returned a little later to collect the orders and was never seen again. He wasn't paid to have conversations.

The drinks came out quite quickly and everyone but Will, who had been to the restaurant before, was amazed as the little karts came down the rails. Lewis recorded them, and you could hear his laughter in the background. "That's so cool!" he said. The others definitely agreed with him. They opened up their drinks, with the Ryans and Lewis having opted for diet coke, Rhys ordering a lemonade and Will just went with plain water. Lewis hoped that his voice wasn't going to sound weird on the recording, feeling a slight twinge of pain in his throat every time he talked. The earlier tension seemed to disintegrate, and the group had a pleasant conversation.