"I realized I'm in love. It's always been right in front of me."
| AHS 1984 |
| BOBBY RICHTER |
| COMPLETED DEC 2019 |
*DISCLAIMER: I NOT NOT OWN AHS OR ITS PLOTLINES/CHARACTERS*
(Cover made by me)
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THE BLONDE FINALLY INTRODUCED HERSELF as Montana, stating that she knew things about Bobby's father. She repeated that they were in danger several times, before finally Phoebe and Bobby let her lead them into one of the cabins.
Bobby stuck close to Phoebe's side, his eyes shifting all around them for any possible dangers, but when no such danger was present they finally entered the closet cabin to the front of the camp.
The inside of the cabin wasn't anything like Phoebe had expected it to be.
She thought that it would be in terrible conditions, with broken windows, bugs, cobwebs and mould but it was the exact opposite which was strange since no one visited Camp Redwood anymore.
The cabin a whole lot cosier than the outside of the camp. The fresh smell of linen was comforting and actually made Phoebe feel bit more safe; if someone crazy or dangerous would be living there, there would be no way that they would keep the place so neat and tidy.
From the look on Bobby's face, Phoebe instantly knew that he too was so surprised at the condition of the place.
Montana watched the pair with an extremely happy expression on her face before Bobby finally decided to get whatever this was, to move forward. He plopped his backpack onto one of the neatly made beds, "I've done a lot of research on this place and everything that happened here. I know this sounds crazy, but you look just like..." He took out his folder and began to flip through the pages as both Montana and Phoebe stood to his side.
"Ah, yep. That's me," Montana stated, pointing to a photograph of one of the victims that died in the camp, "It's the headshot I did for the aerobics studio. They put all the instructors' mugs on the wall."
"That's impossible," Bobby stated after sharing a look of disbelief with Phoebe, "Montana Duke died. And even if she didn't, she'd be in her 50s," He shut the book with a loud slam, "What's going on here?"
"I'll tell you, but you first. What's going on out there? We don't have TV here here, so we have no idea. What's the music like? What do people do to stay in shape? Who's the President?"
Bobby nor Phoebe answered. They were both too shocked and confused. Phoebe stayed closed to Bobby, feeling a lot safer when she was closer to him; she didn't know what the woman would try to do, or if there maybe were other people there and they trapped their victims by making it look like they cared for the place.
"Uh, what did people think of the 80s? Did Judd Nelson ever get his Oscar?"
"Uh, no. I don't think so," Bobby replied, still looking confused as to what was happening, "Um, I don't know. The '80s are having a little comeback now," This caused Montana to smile widely, "I mean, people like the clothes and the music, but aerobics is kind of a joke these days."
"Oh, come on, man," An unfamiliar male voice suddenly appeared behind them.
Phoebe jumped in fear before she got pulled to the other side of the cabin by Bobby.
"You break into this camp just to break my heart?" The man questioned as he finally came into view, "That is the saddest thing I've ever heard."
Just like Montana he too wore very '80s style clothing. His hair was a dark brown which matched his weird pornstache.
Montana giggled as she walked over to the man, before the pair begin to lock lips, leaving both Bobby and Phoebe even more confused than before. Phoebe could feel her heart beating loudly in her chest, were the two of them working together? Bringing people back here to slaughter them? Were there more people? Her thoughts were spiralling out of control and instinctively she grabbed hold of Bobby's hand.
"Y-Y-You're-You're Trevor Kirchner," Bobby stammered, his finger pointed at the man once he and Montana stopped kissing.
Phoebe's eyes widened, "As in the guy that was married to Margaret Booth?" She questioned, her eyes moving from the man to Bobby, a shocked expression on her face.
"Y-Yo-You have an enourmous, uh..."
"Personality?" Trevor snapped his fingers and winked.
"This doesn't make any sense," Bobby muttered, he took a seat in one of the small, uncomfortable looking armchairs, his hand still locked in Phoebe's.
Montana sent the pair a small reassuring smile, before she looked up at Trevor, "He's Mr. Jingles' son. Bobby."
"Woah," Trevor commented, his eyes inspecting the man.
"I was raised by my aunt," Bobby explained, " She died last year, and on her deathbed she told me the truth about my father," Phoebe squeezed his palm, comfortingly, "She said someone murdered my mother, and he came here to avenge her death. She kept it a secret so I'd be protected, but he was never heard from again."
Phoebe noticed Trevor and Montana sharing saddened looks.
"I've also been receiving checks all my life," Bobby added, "Sent anonymously. And, I think it's him. I think he's been sending me money all these years, and I just, I-I have to talk to him."
