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The Midnight Train to Nowhere

Hehe I posted then ran away lol. I like dogs better. Cats are... meh -_-

New people? Should be fun. No hot girls please. Lesley doesn't need anymore competition. On the other hand he is bisexual so go for ittttt.

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As they continued along the narrow hall towards one of the farther rooms which they hadn't yet went into, the bugs within his jar started to go berserk. Constantly slamming their entirety with all their little bug-might at the glass walling of their home. The lights emanating from their abdomens were unstable flickering on and off like a kid was playing with the light switch. Shadows lurked the halls and the atmosphere in the home instantly felt ten times cooler than before. Though he could quite see the Midnight Man, he could definitely feel the demon's presence around him and it appeared that the puny bugs did too. Dark outlines stalked here and there, but he forced himself to think that they were nothing, certainly not the Midnight Man. A mode of denial was always the best method to get through tough times such as these.

Upon entering one of the rooms at the end of the hall, they walked into a room which looked like it could've been a child's bedroom in the past. Toys were placed around the room and a small bed in the middle confirmed their assumptions. Jasper strolled right in and headed for the kid's dresser, digging through the thing like she was mining for gold. Her determination was rather admirable and Lesley soon followed suite as he reached out and yanked on a box flap. Peering into the large carton, he sifted through many toys, but nothing that looked like a sword.

Harper struck up conversation to ease the tension and Lesley happily replied. "Before getting onto the train, I was supposed to go to an audition to get into an art school. A very prestigious one at that. The train tempted me with the letter of acceptance I would've gotten anyway... if I hadn't stepped into the darned thing in the first place." The thought that he could be happily pursuing his dreams back home, but instead he was stuck in some whimsical realm full of dangers irritated him immensely. Life was so unfair. Nowhere was becoming more real and deadly to him with every passing moment. No longer was it the land of ice-cream and rainbows, but a death trap. And the humans and himself were all stuck there under the rule of the Queen. If she wanted these items so much, why could she hire someone else to do it. She was the Queen after all. Why count on rookie humans to go out and find things for you when you could be getting those items much faster if you had just hired someone like Songbird, but a whole army of Songbird's?

Something was fishy. Definitely fishy...

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Inadi took the initiative on attempting to explain what the messy files of newspapers and scribbles meant, but in the end, the only conclusion they were able to successfully withdraw was that the owner of this mansion had a thing for the Midnight Man. It was all evident in his signatures and drawings, plus many of the excerpts mentioned him. Whoever this guy he was, it was for certain that he had an unhealthy obsession with this demon. Once Avian and Jasper finished sifting through the documents that were scattered across the table, the royal dragoon offered them a simple "Good job!" as they all headed out the door with the framed male leading them towards the library.

A head count was performed none other than Avian himself and Lesley couldn't help but perceive him as a mother duck checking up on all her little ducklings. All but a pair of ladies were present and this brought upon a heavy feeling of worry until distinct shouts for help erupted from behind one of the large oak bookshelves. Songbird and Avian sprung into action immediately with the dragoon visibly applying all the force he possibly could to the side of the unbudging piece of heavy, wooden furniture. His efforts only served to cause a handful of books to topple out of their place from the shaking movements. There were usually secret switches to these sorts of things, even in movies back home there was always some hidden button or something that would cause a hidden contraption to reveal itself. And right as he thought it, Song slipped one of the novels into a peculiar looking empty space which allowed the stubborn shelf to rotate sideways and let the trapped ones free.

Following the sharing of new found clues and information that might prove useful, most of what people found had one thing in common, the Midnight Man. Since Riley and Leila happened to find a slip of paper with actual instructions on how to summon this demon of sorts, it was drastically settled that they would carry out these steps and play the horror game.

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Rules were established and Lesley hugged his glow jar tightly and clutched a small baggie of salt just in case his bugs failed him. The entirety of both earthlings and guides were divided in half. To his dismay, the albino head was picked to be in his group. Pursing his lips into a slight pout, he still wasn't happy about the puking incident, but he couldn't help feeling like he no longer hated her as much. She was too innocent minded and jittery. something about her made you feel the need to protect and baby her like she was a younger sister.

Riley proceeded with the calling ceremony and with the last knock, the seemingly dead house burst into life. The lights flickered on to their maximum brightness, Lesley could hardly see as he waited for his vision to refocus. The first sentence definitely freaked him out. Totally copyrighted straight out of Saw. It was Jigsaw for sure. They had summoned the swirly-cheeked, extremely baby-powdered face, red-eyed, non-hair-combing psychopath. He told them to find a sword. Lesley flared his nose in unamusement. "A sword really? I thought he was going to torture us. Never mind."

Breaking glass and a cascade of shattered pieces fell from every corner of the room that was previously lit up. Grabbing onto Martini, he passed her the salt as he held their light source. "You heard her right? If this goes out, which I will keep a close eye on so that doesn't happen, you draw a circle around both of us with the salt mkay?" he said. Out of everyone he got paired up with, he trusted Martini the most so he stuck close to her. "Where d you think we can find a sword? Anyone see an armor display while they were walking around? Old mansions usually have one of those." It looked as of they were straying back up the staircase. There were couple of doors up there that they hadn't had the chance to check yet. Who knows. Maybe one of them held this special Midnight Man sword.

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Wow Fox. You're totally asking for a cat fight hehe ^=030=^

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My lordy that comic was really disturbing O.O"
I hope to never walk on that street...

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After I found out we were doing that game, I got all curious and started watching youtube vids on other creepypasta games and I saw that 3 Kings thing. Just freaking scary man.

Lol you should have seen me while I was watching that video you posted XD I turned down the volume to one bar because my phone was on full blast and I held it an arms length away with the screen tilted to one side so I wouldn't freak out too much if she did like a surprise scary face like I thought she would.

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Midnight GAMEEE. I watched a couple of youtube vids of people playing that. Gave me the creeps. Everytime I went to the basement, I ended up turning on all the lights on the way down the stairs and on my way back up I would sprint because it felt as if someone was chasing me.<-loser

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When the mystery of the double M's had been solved, it seemed to have taken the topic of Mr.Cuddle's off of Inadi's mind as Lesley watched him make his way back to the desk to flip through some signatured pages again. Not only was the Midnight Man a definite hoarder, but he was quite the doodler as well. Random notes and scribbles of inked stick men were scrawled all over many of the documents and Inadi looked to be intently trying to figure out their meanings. His demeanor was intensely focused, but Lesley could tell that the boy was growing profusely agitated with each page as the scanning and chucking of pages to the 'looked at pile' quickened in pace. All the pink haired man could do was shake his head. His poor partner had been so troubled by the article that his whole mood had been flipped completely upside down.

At this point, Inadi was basically looking and throwing the papers aside in clear annoyance. As his frustration increased and blood circulation sped up, it was almost to the point that Lesley could imagine hearing the rush of the red vessels coursing through the male's veins. Until the anger climaxed and Inadi went all HULK SMASH on the glow jar which caused the bugs within the blink blindingly with light as if they'd just been shocked by the sudden commotion that took place on their beloved glass home. It now acquired a crack jagged line running from the lid towards the mid-center of the see-through enclosure. Lesley eyed the pulsing veins that were now very vividly showing themselves at the sides of Inadi's forehead. He didn't dare breathe as he watched the frame-faced man release the papers from his hold, letting it fall back onto the table's wooden surface.

He'd never once seen Inadi so riled up over something, that was obviously false, but he couldn't blame him. Friends should always stick up for friends and the feeling of possible betrayal was never a sweet sensation, not for anybody. Watching the boy wide-eyed at his next reaction, he was relieved that the male looked to be recollecting his normal self again as he heaved a heavy exhale and gazed up at him.

Inadi: “Lesley I'm sorry I'm not being the most hospitable person I could be right now. I admit that I'm letting all this stuff get to my head and it probably isn't the prettiest sight. But one thing you have to understand about me is that, as you put it, I am a worrywart. I've been that way growing up and it'll probably stay that way for a while."

Lesley transferred his weight onto one foot as he listened to what Inadi had to say who had now seated himself back onto the chair with his tired eyes examining the jar of luminescent critters. Waving a hand of dismissal at Inadi's apology for his behavior, Lesley really wasn't looking for excuses because he understood that people felt that way sometimes and he'd rather Inadi let it out than have him suppress it within himself. The boy was now checking out his hand which had clearly not taken the sudden hit so well and bubbled up a bit in the flesh.

Inadi: “For me, life has to follow a certain pattern. I'm getting better at it, but I like to be comfortable in what I do and when I do it. When random things that I'm not prepared happen, I panic and begin running like a scared child. I don't know why I'm like that but it's the way things have been for me since I can remember. So when I hear that someone I thought I could trust turns out to not be that trustworthy in the end, I naturally.....or unnaturally maybe in this case....panic quite a bit more than the normal person. And it's worse when I end up doing favors for someone that I don't know if I ever could trust, in this case; The Queen.”

He appreciated the fact that Inadi was pouring out all his thoughts and feelings and was glad to be the one getting to know these facts on a personal level with a guy he cared about. Meeting Inadi's eyes, the man then jutted out a finger towards him, explaining the reasoning behind why he agreed to join in on this; to get home of course.

That's why I'm doing all this dangerous and insane crap,” He said as he walked towards where he dropped his spear off and took it from its leaning position. “It will get me back to where I feel comfortable.”

Inadi stabbed one of the papers with his spear, using it like an extension o his limb as he elevated the document back up towards him, staring at the page with determination. Lesley nodded his head in awe of his inspiring speech. Suddenly, he heard someone knocking on the door. "Ah, it's probably the pair from the other room," he quickly made his way towards the door and smiled at the sight of Jasper and Avian upon swinging it open. "Please come in." he said as he motioned for them to come inside. Leading the two towards the desk, he brought to Avian's attention the pages on which the M's were printed on, the article about Mr.cuddles was also on top of the pile, but he didn't make the effort of purposely pointing it out, afraid that it might upset Inadi again.

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Inadi merely laughed off his poky suggestions at what the conjoined 'M's meant which lead Lesley's malicious grin to curved down at the sides. It was so hard to turn this man on. The boy currently seemed to be utterly absorbed on that good-for-nothing book that Lesley had just recently retrieved for him. Flicking his tongue in boredom while swinging his crossed legs, he observed the framed male survey through each and every page and he raised an eyebrow every single time Inadi would turn to look up at him with what seemed like a slightly confused expression.

Inadi: “Just out of curiosity, isn't that painful at all? I mean, as a guy I can't imagine sitting that way is comfortable on the....ugh.....'boys' I guess you could say.”

He stopped swinging his legs momentarily as he looked down towards his crotch region. Licking his lips, he glanced back up at Inadi who was now sitting comfortably in an ancient executive chair. "Nope. Don't feel a thing, but I do appreciate that you're taking cautionary action in protecting my baby-makers worrying about me." Lesley sincerely liked that Inadi wasn't just concerned about the pale stick woman in the other room and was also looking after him as well.

Since he knew that his partner would be scanning through the pages for a couple minutes, he decided to lean over and peek to at least see what the heck all these books and papers were about. Unsure of what might be running through Inadi's head as he flipped from one page to the next, it was quite clear that the owner of this home was some crazy lunatic obsessed with collecting information that pertained to Nowhere's significant happenings.

Inadi: “This seems like a journal of some kind, maybe even a scrap book to be honest. Nothing in here really tells us anything about who had this study or what was going on nearby. Everything here relates to Nowh......wait-"

A particular newspaper cutout appeared to have caught his attention off guard. Lesley observed Inadi's eyebrows slowly begin to scrunch together in frustration as his pupils also zipped back and forth to read the passage displayed. It seemed like whatever may have been revealed through the text was quite disturbing given the obvious multiple rereadings that Inadi had done and the flustered facial emotion implanted across his features. Just as he was about to reach out and grab the article out of curiosity at the boy's sudden change in persona, Inadi suddenly bolted straight up and shoved the excerpt into Lesley's hands. This gave Lesley quite a startle and he stared at Inadi who was now pacing around the room like some kid with ADD who couldn't sit still for more than a few seconds.

Briefly going over the contents of the news piece, Lesley now came to understand why Inadi had been so unsettled.

Inadi: “There can't be any truth to that story Lesley. I mean for goodness sake I lived with the bear for two weeks and saw nothing that said he was providing some kind of rebel assistance during all that time. What the hell could this be talking about?”

Steps hastening and voice audibly growing louder in volume, it was safe to say that Inadi genuinely thought well of his friend and was feeling defensive because of the way Mr.Cuddle's had been "falsely" portrayed in this message. Sliding off the table, he caught Inadi by the wrists just as the disturbed male turned around in another round of his useless pacing. Leading the still blabbering kid back to his previous seat, Lesley pushed him down on the shoulders to get him to sit and calm himself.

Inadi: “A-a-a-and what about those so-called 'cloaked figures'? I've never seen a person in a cloak in Nowhere at all. Are they common there or was this a one time thing that the press blew out of proportion. Surely you've got some kind of idea of what this thing is talking about Lesley? So do you?”

Seating the mentally lost child was a waste of time at this point because sooner than Lesley had just put him down, Inadi was already back up on two feet. Observing as the poor kid continued to sink further into his own befuddlement, it ultimately ended him in a state of break down as he helplessly plopped down to the ground with a far away look in his eyes. Lesley just stood there watching him with a hand planted patiently at his hip as he let Inadi chill out for a couple more seconds in silence before finally approaching him. Bending down to the boy's level, he looked the devastated being in the face with a cheeky grin and wide eyes.

"You're such a worry wart. Don't ever listen to what the news says. Even back on Earth, its only purpose has always been to cause peoples suspicions to rise. Besides, I know those so called 'cloaked figures'. Heck, they're just about the silliest people you could ever come across. Seriously, this article is just feeding you a whole bunch of spaghetti!" he spouted confidently. Luke, Gary, Sacha, and ??? should be the least of any Nowherians troubles. Reaching out towards Inadi who was still in a daze, Lesley landed a gentle hand on the boy's head. Ruffling his hair a bit in an attempt of reassurance, "No need to freak out. Mr.Cuddle's was just donating his delicious desserts to the poor(in reference to the penniless cloaked hooligans)." He took Inadi's hands within his own and helped the kid back up. "

Avian: “Two M’s… Midnight Man? Ha. Too close for comfort. Thank you!”

"Ah! So that's what these weird M's mean," he exclaimed at Avian's proclamation while studying the various Midnight Man signatures scrawled all over the sheets of paper. "Hmm.. Midnight Man, Midnight Man. Sounds flippin' creepy," Lesley mumbled as he nibbled on his upper lip.

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Lol you tried my friend, you tried *taps back in comfort*

Muhaha Lesley's gonna get it in... MUG do not fear it, EMBRACE it buddy. It's bound to happen sooner or later!!!