For those who want to see the documents:
The 20 Victims: docs.google.com/…/1WZFkR…
The Channel Awesome Response: channelawesome.com/our-respons…
An November UpdateWell, its been a while. I have been mostly making tacos at work while listening to the same damn modern era songs over and over again. I begged to my boss if it could be possible to change the station to Christmas Music once December hits. Maybe. The answer was "maybe." The funny thing is that I'm the only one who wanted the change in sound - though everyone else has been complaining about it for nearly half a year.
Also, I got a new kitten - Zoey! She's a brown tabby with golden/green eyes. She is now 6 months old. If only Marcie would teach her how to be a clawless cat. Yea...I wasn't too pleased to do it. It was either that or eviction. I took Zoey in from my friend who is worried how her kids were treating her and messing with her cat box. The oldest is like ... 3 or 5? The youngest is 1 so...she doesn't know better yet. Zoey is such a goof. She likes to play and you can just pick her up and she won't give a damn. Marcie, however, isn't too pleased. She's usually hissing at h
5 AM… First Night… The only sounds that pierce the eerie quiet: the hum of electricity, the fan blades occasionally hitting the wire frame, clicking of a thinking computer, and a racing heart beat as she stares into lifeless eyes of the animatronic. The same animatronic that she was told that is alive. The same animatronic she needs to keep an eye on. And now, it’s in the office. What will it do? Her body pressed against the closed metal door, closed to keep another animatronic out. Will I die? Those words echo in her head. She only needed a part time job. She wasn’t prepared for the horror once the lights were turned off. The job was simple: watch the cameras and make sure Freddy and his friends stay where they are.
The clicking stops just as the rabbit cocks its head, “Abby?”
Her heart skips a beat. It knows my name? How it knows my name? I never came here. Have I?
The rabbit still stares at her and kneels down. She feels the soft velvet like fabric brushes her cheek. It suddenly removes its hand and falls back. Abby, now more confused than scared, relaxes herself. All night long, the animatronics tried to get into the office. The two stare at each other, not moving. Unknown to either, the other animatronic watches through the window, confused over its comrade’s reaction. Abby approaches the lavender rabbit, slowly. She makes around to its side, neither breaking eye contact. She kneels down and places her hand on its muzzle. Upon touching the soft velvet, she feels her mind poke into her memories. A memory, long lost, plays: It was 11 years ago… She was with her father... Every Sunday she goes to work with him... He’s a mechanic… He worked for a company… that… had animatronic characters… she would rush to the stage… and cheers out four names: Foxy, Chica, Freddy, and…
“Linus? Linus! Where are you?”
A gray and white she-cat roams around the upstairs, searching for her friend.
“Ugh. Where is that old black cat? Linus!”
She roams into her master’s old room. She can still smell the human’s scent that lingers. She jump’s upon the bed to see the old cat.
“There you are! I’ve been looking for you. They just replenish the food and water. Let’s go.”
She begins to walk away but noticed that he didn’t respond.
“Linus! Did you hear me? You need to eat! Linus?”
She approaches him to hear his breath is shallow and a faint stench that she hasn’t smelled since her birth…death.
“Linus! Don’t you dare!”
The old cat purrs softly, as if he wanted to comfort her, “Dear Marcie, don’t fret. I’m old. And she is calling for me.”
“But-But master hasn’t come home yet! Can you wait?”
“I’m sorry, I cannot. I must go.”
“Don’t please! You can’t leave me here alone!”
“Marcie, please, show compassion to them. I know this house used to be ours but…we left. Don’t be angry with them. Don’t take your anger on them. Rachael and Leah haven’t been kind to me either but…I don’t hate them. Raistlyn might be upset that I get to go first.”
“Give my masters my love, dear Marcie.”
The old cat’s eyes grow dark as he purrs one last time, “Lucy…Sally…I’m coming home.”
A moon shines ever so brightly in the night sky for it is at its fullest. Deep within a forest stand five rocks that shimmer silver from the moon's light. Five small moving shapes approached the rocks. Cats. Each one is different from the other. Each one jumped on a rock from which direction they came from. The five sat down and begin to talk.
"Now, let’s discuss the boundaries," meows one. He’s a huge grey tom. He has massive paws and his pelt is thick and so is his tail.
"I agree, while the night lasts,” meows the cat across. This one, however, is a black tom with eyes that sparkle emerald. He is very tall and lean and has big ears.
"My clan will have the stream as a start and to the large boulders," meows a she-cat. She has a sandy thin coat with bright blue eyes.
"I like that idea," purrs the first.
"Thank you, Mountain."
"I would like my boundary to start at the small stream that is near the stone pile and it will end at the deep river," growls a tom, darkly. He is a very dark brown long fur tabby with bright amber eyes. He also shares the large paws and big tail.
"Lighten up, Swamp," hisses another she-cat. She is a lighter brown tabby with faded emerald eyes. "I agree with the river. Mountain?"
"I agree," The gray tom replies.
"Good," Swamp hisses.
"I want the stream hidden in the gulch as a start and end at the bush boarder line that starts into your area, Forest," meows the lean black tom.
"Alright Plain," meows the light brown tabby she-cat. "I can manage that. And now, shall we set up some guidelines?”
“Guidelines? Why for, Forest?” Swamp growls.
"So we can limit wars. We don’t want to destroy each other. We already agree that we can live in our chosen environments and we just settled the boarders in which we all should patrol often.”
“Well, I don’t see the point for bringing up ‘don’t cross borders.’ It’s simple enough. Cross into my territory, you might not get out alive.”
“Swamp is right on a count. We can’t just freely cross borders. But, I have a request: what if we are in need of assistance?” Plain meows.
“Why do you want to ask for help? I’ll say no anyway,” Swamp growls.
“I do see both of your points but, it shouldn’t hurt to ask for assistance once in a while,” Mountain purrs.
“Ok then, how am I going to tell if you are coming in peacefully?” Swamp points out with his paw, claws unsheathed.
“Simple, we select a cat that will speak for us,” the sandy she-cat replies.
“What do you mean, Desert?” Forest cocks her head.
“A cat in second command. It would be foolish for ourselves to enter a rival territory. So, we send in our heir to leidster: an Adjunk.”
“I see but what would happen if we die?” Swamp lowers his head.
“The Adjuck will take command. But if no heir remains, the clan will decide.”
“I agree with that. It sounds logical,” Forest purrs.
“Ok fine. An Adjuck. What else are we going to enforce?” Swamp twitches his tail.
“No mating across borders. I don’t want to fight over who keeps the kits,” Plain raises his tail.
“Reasonable. Also, to go along with ‘no crossing borders,’ no stealing prey,” Forest twitches her ears. “I understand that hunting for a large clan is tough but I do not want to compete with rival cats and other beasts for food.”
“No crossing borders, no cross breeding, no food stealing, anything else?” Mountain meows.
“I believe this would be good for now. Our territories are massive, we have plenty of prey, and if any fighting occurs, we’ll settle it here on neutral ground with the others present. We can judge if the actions were good or evil and decide to create a new law,” Desert stands up.
“I can handle that,” Forest stands up. “Until we meet again.”
“Wait! When should we meet again?” Plain howls.
“How about every time when the moon is at its fullest? It’s easy to remember and we can know when it will happen again,” Mountain shakes his pelt.
Good then. I’ll see you four next full moon,” Swamp growls before running off into the shadows.