Five Nights at Cafe Hetaloid

Chapter 8 Part One

Warning: small amount of swearing

~11:45 PM - Fourth Night~

        Anastasia pulled up to Cafe Hetaloid in her black Ford Mustang. She quirked an eyebrow as she laid eyes on a mysterious red truck parked in front of Vincent's Chevrolet Camaro, but she ignored it and continued on her merry way to the building. The platinum blond entered quietly just in case Vincent was on the phone. She was greeted by the sound of hysterical booming laughter of not one but two men. One laugh belonged to none other than Vincent. The other laugh belonged to a man that Anastasia hadn't met before.

        His hair was a chestnut color. It was cut short, but it was slightly longer and spiked up in the front. It looked natural to Anastasia, but she just wasn't sure. She continued to take in his appearance. His eyes were a hazel green and his smile was just as bright as Vincent's. He wore a loose fitting Black Butler t-shirt and a pair of faded blue denim jeans. His outfit was topped off with a pair of purple converse. His eyes fluttered up to Anastasia's form and nudged Vincent's arm with his elbow. Vincent looked up from his phone and smiled.

        "Hey, Anastasia!" He waved her to come over to the booth that him and the man were sitting at. Anastasia couldn't help but notice how clean the place looked compared to how she left it last night. She looked down feeling a little guilty about it, but continued over to the booth.

        "Hey, Vincent. You called me and asked me to be here by 11:45. It's 11:49 now so can we hurry up with what you want to tell me. I'd rather be in my office before midnight." She kept eye contact with Vincent, refusing to look in the direction of the stranger.

        "Still a little paranoid I see. It's okay. I wanted to tell you that Jeremy, the technician that the company sent to check out the hetaloids, is going to be staying the night to help you keep an eye on them." He had gestured to the man that Anastasia had all but forgotten. She smiled and shook hands with him, exchanging greetings in the process. The trio conversed for a while until Vincent left. Anastasia checked the time on her phone, her eyes widening. Her eyes wondered to the main stage. She bolted out of the room screaming and into the security office, leaving one very confused Jeremy standing by himself. He scratched his head and put a hand on his hip.

        "Hello mister!" Jeremy tensed. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything, but do you know if the poppet is any better from last night?" Jeremy stayed frozen and silent.

        "Of course 'e doesn't. 'e just met 'er. Maybe if you would 'ave been paying attention to zere conversation, you would 'ave figured zat out Angleterre."

        "That wasn't very nice Francy-Pants. I was paying attention. I just forgot for a moment!"

        Jeremy turned around and looked at the 2p! France and England Hetaloids bickering. Oliver had stopped talking and directed his attention over to the only human in the room. "Sorry about this! I promise this will only take a moment," Oliver said in a cheery tone. Jeremy let out a high pitched girly scream and ran off into the bathrooms. The two hetaloids looked back at each other and shrugged, going back to what they were doing before hand.

~ With Jeremy ~ 

        Jeremy sat curled up on the top of one of the toilets in the men's bathroom. His arms were wound tightly around his legs, pulling them up to meet his chest. His breathing was almost labored from how quickly he sprinted out of the dining area. "What was I thinking," he said aloud as a lone tear made its way down his face. "I couldn't have ran to a safer place? I goofed up horribly. I'm probably going to be here all night and those hetaloids are most likely going to come after me eventually... Some one, help..." Little did Jeremy know, that single tear had been seen and his quiet call for help was heard.