Five Nights at Cafe Hetaloid

Chapter 9 Part One

Warning: There is cursing from the 2p! North America Brothers and 2p! France.

~11:30 PM - Fifth Night~ 

        Anastasia sat in her office in Cafe Hetaloid, thinking over what happened during her shift that morning. She had purposefully gotten to her job earlier than usual so she could drop off Jeremy and so she could think in the same environment that perplexed her so much. The platinum blond female found that if she stayed in the place that was troubling her, she could think better. Anastasia didn't know why it worked like that for her, but it did. She sighed while slouching in her chair. Anastasia would have to make possibly the biggest decision of her life tonight. Would she try and survive her last trial night as the night watch, or would she try and help the monstrosities that were the so called waiters of Cafe Hetaloid?  She continued to ponder about what to do until she heard that dreaded alarm clock ring.

        The platinum blond waited for a phone call from the mysterious lady and sure enough, the phone began to ring. She picked it up expecting the woman to greet her as usual. All she received was garbled, unintelligible noises in an exceedingly low pitch.

~Meanwhile - With the 2p! Hetaloids~ 

        "Did you jam the phone signal, shit-stain?" Matt asked his step-brother harshly, tossing a dollar into Oliver's swear jar.

        "Yes, I did, and could you stop calling me that?!" Allen raged. The two had a staring contest before Oliver stepped in between them.

        "Boys, could we please go one night without a fight between you two?" Oliver asked politely. François came up behind him and put a hand on his shoulder.

        "It is no use. Ze boys will fight no matter what ze fucking problem is," he said. The 2p! England Hetaloid glared at him with pink swirling eyes. François groaned and handed him a dollar. Oliver smiled sweetly and placed it in his jar. Matt tapped his foot impatiently as he waited for the phone call to end. He figured that he would take those few seconds that it took for Anastasia to hang up the phone to strike. A few minutes passed and all of the hetaloids stood still as they heard the sound of foot steps coming down the East Hall. Oliver was the first to look in the direction of the sound and saw Anastasia standing at the entrance to the hall. Oliver tapped on Matthieu's shoulder, signaling him to turn around. As soon as he did, Anastasia walked over to him slowly. She stopped in front of him and craned her neck to look up at him.

        "I... I want to help you," she said quietly. Matt quirked an eyebrow at her.

        "... What?"

        "I want to help you become your old selves again. Oliver told me about all of your pasts last night and if this place is to open in five days you all need to be fully functional, right?" The 2p! Canada Hetaloid remained silent. He looked over to his step-father. Oliver smiled at him. Matt sighed and hung his head in defeat. He felt all of his anger towards the platinum blond slip away. This was the first time anyone had offered to voluntarily help them after they had tried to kill them. The room remained silent for a while.

        "Do you really mean it doll-face?" Allen asked. "You'd be willing to help us?"

        "Yeah... I mean only if you want me to... If not I can run back into my office and just hide in there for the rest of the night as you all try to kill me," Anastasia said smirking.

        "NO! I WANNA BE FIXED DAMMIT! I'M TIRED OF BEING STUCK BEHIND THOSE FUCKING CURTAINS! I'M TIRED OF BEING SHUNNED AND STUCK IN DARKNESS BECAUSE OF ONE FUCKING SCREW UP! I WANNA TO SEE PEOPLE SMILING AGAIN! I WANNA WORK!" Allen sunk to his knees in front of Anastasia and wrapped his arms around her waist as he rested his head on her stomach area. "...Please don't leave me in the darkness... Please don't do it..."