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Brighton, England 4:30 pm.  

Today was the re-opening of the mASCot autistic youth group, the leaders, Freddy Fazbear and Freddie Mercury were stood in the middle of the main gathering room introducing everyone as they all sat around them on the battered leather sofas and campy chairs.  

“Hur hur hur.” 

Freddy Fazbear spoke up, as the group looked at the two with faces of confusion, before his co-worker, Freddie Mercury, took over for him, holding his hand softly, 

“What my friend is trying to say here is, ‘Welcome to the autistic youth group’ where we go anywhere the wind blows!” 

He says, in a sing-song voice smiling widely before scanning the room and turning to Lin-Manuel Miranda, 

“How about you start us off with introductions Lin-Manuel Miranda?” 

Lin-Manuel Miranda sat up straight and cleared his throat before suddenly breaking out in song, as he always does, 

“I’ll wait and see wind will blow-” 

Before he could finish the entire song, Micheal Afton spoke up with a look of pure shock on his face, looking across the room to the beaten up animatronic bunny that was covered in blood, otherwise known as Springtrap , or... Micheal’s father William Afton. 

“Father... What on earth are you doing here? You escaped the fire as well? And you’re... autistic?” 

William crossed his arms over his chest and rolled his eyes, 

“I always come back son.” 

Micheal looked away, frowning slightly, he was happy to see him obviously, albeit very shocked, but he still couldn’t trust him after everything that had happened, 

“Like a boomerang,” Jojo Siwa said, very much not helping the situation in any way whatsoever, 

“After everything you’ve done, this is unbelievable. I hope you know I don’t trust you anymore.” 

Garfield spoke up from the corner nervously fiddling with his tail as he tried to diffuse the tension by changing the subject, 

“Oh boy! I sure do love lasagna! Is it Monday?” 

Shakespeare tilted his head and smiled warmly, 

“Nay, ‘tis Thursday my humble companion.” 

Suddenly, Nicki Minaj walked through the door, late as ever, happily plopping down on the old, leather sofa, 

“Hey guys! I’ve just been to the beach, beach, I've just got away, they say what they wanna say, but I'm proud to be autistic."

The group finally kicked off and everyone started moving around and talking to each other,  

“Pardon me, are you Nicki Man-aj? Those were cool tunes, I've heard more like them, rapping done by buffoons. They were bastards, orphans, sons of whores and Scotsmen.” 

“Freddy, Freddie, we need to stim, Lin-Manuel Miranda why are you rapping?! Micheal why are you purple?!” 

Micheal gags, grimacing at the remembrance of why he’s this way, before speaking to Walter white in a quiet tone, 

“I don’t want to be associated with...that...colour. I'm dead... kind of.” 

“it's a-me! Mario!” 

“you guys are the dream guests on my podcast...” 

Then, a loud rumbling noise comes from outside the youth center as a motorcycle pulls out in front of the building. The figure on the bike hops off and walks through the door tossing his blonde hair back as he takes off his helmet, it was Link, the guy who was always bragging and complaining, 

“Hyah! My legs sure are sore,” he says suggestively, “i just rode here on my motorcycle.” 

 No-one responded and just went back to normal, so he just plopped down on the sofa in the corner next to the sad Styrofoam head, 

“Hey Felipe, how are ya?” 

"I loved my drumsticks more than I loved Hannah. don't ask who that is I don't want to talk about it." 

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5:15 pm  

Everything was going normal as the group went on, people were speaking to each other, indulging on snacks such as, gay bacon, off brand frazzles and homemade bakery treats that Felipe made as a coping mechanism for his breakup with Hannah. Freddy and Freddie were talking about how well the group was doing and that it would be terrible for something bad to happen, such as someone getting murdered... 

“don’t be ridiculous Freddy,” Freddie said kindly, waving his hand, “I'm sure that everything is gonna be just fi-” 

Before he could finish his sentence, the lights went out, and a shrill scream was heard from the B-cave, 

“Blackout! Blackout!” 

“Oh fucketh...” 

The lights go back on, and a spectral figure is floating in the middle of the room, it was Nicki, 

“Sorry barbz my time has come, i have been murdered and i wish for you to seek revenge” 

The whole group gasped in fear and Freddy hid behind Freddie, seeking support, Freddie spoke up, trying his best to keep a calm demeanor, 

“Nicki,” Freddie said, gently squeezing Freddy’s hand, “who killed you?” 

“I am afraid I cannot say Mr. Mercury, please, please help me get revenge and find the monster who did this to me.” 

The whole group clamors into a heated discussion about the whole ordeal, mostly still shell-shocked about the sudden loss of such a dear friend, 

“She was running and her time’s up, wise up, eyes up. She caught a glimpse of the other side, she couldn’t stay alive.” 

“at least it's not a Monday!” 

“Mama! Someone killed a woman!” 

“You guys, thou lied, thou cheated and thou now shalt get caught...” 

They all nod in agreement, except for Shakespeare who thinks that she’s chatting shit, 

“You speak an infinite deal of nothing. Eloquence at its poorest.” 

“It wasn’t a-me!” 

Everyone in the room burst out into a cacophony of yelling and arguing, Micheal decides to pull his father aside to confront him about the whole situation, 

“Father...” Micheal said accusingly, raising an eyebrow and scowling at his father, 

“It wasn’t me Micheal, God! If I were responsible, which I am not, I would have been more creative.” 

“That. Doesn’t. Help.” 

William scoffs and walks out of the room, leaving Micheal alone with his thoughts. When William walks back into the main room, he finds everyone talking and sharing memories of Nicki, trying their best to cope with the serious situation, Walter is currently talking about her now, 

“I’ve seen worse deaths,” he says in his gravelly voice, “vomit induced drowning, gun induced head injuries,” Micheal shudders at ‘head injuries’ “in the meth industry, you get used to it.” 

Felipe speaks up, he has never looked so expressive, for a talking Styrofoam head of course, 

“Yikes, I don’t even hit my drums that hard.” 

“oh, hitting things? I hit someone with my motorcycle.” 

“SHUT UP LINK” 

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5:27 pm  

Sad music coursed through the room, fitting the atmosphere of the poorly put together funeral for Miss Nicki Minaj, everyone took their turns speaking up about the late victim of the elusive mASCot killer,  

“Nicki Minaj was the dream guest on my podcast. And now she’ll only be there in spirit, whoever did this, you’re still a traitor.”  

Walter White then stood up at the podium, wiping a stray tear that rolled down his cheek,  

“You guys may not know this, but I'm actually a huge barb. This is so sad.”  

He grabs a microphone and starts singing,  

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, hey 
This one is for the jesses  

with the boomin' system 
Top down, AC with the cooler system 
When he come up in the club, he be blazin' up 
Got stacks on deck like he savin' up 
And he ill, he real, he might gotta deal 
He pop bottles and he got the right kind of build 
He cold, he dope, he might sell meth 
He always in the air, but he never fly coach 
He a mothafuckin trip, trip, sailor of the ship, ship 
When he make it drip, drip, kiss him on the lip, lip 
That's the kinda dude I was lookin' for 
And yes, you'll get slapped if you're lookin', jesse.” 
 
I said, excuse me, you're a hell of a guy 
I mean, my, my, my, my, you're like pelican fly 
I mean, you're so shy and I'm loving your tie 
You're like slicker than the guy with the thing on his eye, oh 
Yes, I did, yes, I did 
Somebody please tell em who the F I is 
I am Nicki Minaj, I mack them dudes up 
Back coupes up and chuck the deuce up 
 
Boy, you got my heartbeat runnin' away 
Beatin' like a drum and it's comin' your way 
Can't you hear that 
Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass? 
He got that super bass 
Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass 
Yeah, that's that super bass 
Boom, boom, boom, badoom (Bass, bass) 
Boom, boom, boom (Bass, yeah) 
Boom, boom, boom, badoom (Bass, bass) 
Boom, boom, boom (Bass) 
Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass 
He got that super bass 
Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass 
Yeah, that's that super bass (Yo, yo)” 

He steps away from the podium and Lin-Manuel Miranda follows  

“She was found and pronounced. At the scene, she was already lying in bed. The paramedics said that its quiet uptown.”  

Everyone clapped as he got of stage, then link stood up and confidently sauntered to the stage. Clearing his throat and puffing out his chest,  

“In full, she was overrated. Her only good album was Pink Friday. Hyah! superb-ass and Vava vroom, because it reminds me of when I Vava vroomed someone over with my motorcycle.”  

No-one claps and he goes back to his seat. Garfield is next to talk,  

“I loved Nicki Minaj, i love lasagna more, but what could beat that?”  

He walked away and continued to eat his microwave lasagna, his tail flicking behind him, Shakespeare was next to talk, walking up to the stage and unfurling a scroll,  

“A woman can die but once, Nicki, like a starship, was meant to fly. Springtrap, however, when wilt thou die?”  

William scoffs and goes up next, lazily leaning against the pedestal,  

“She died easier than i thought she would. Don't read too much into that.”  

Micheal sighs and gets ready to speak, awkwardly brushing past his dad. He stands up at the podium and takes another deep breath, feeling as if the whole room was spinning around him.  

“I’ve dealt with haunted animatronics, and family drama, but death is something I'll never get used to. I guess we’re not the only ones now father...”  

Freddie Mercury shoots an exaggerated confused look at Freddy Fazbear, so does Shakespeare, who glances oddly at the two of them. Back at the podium, Micheal is fighting back tears,  

“I-I know that... that i killed my brother, but i lived with the guilt. I learned my lesson long ago. My father on the other hand... spent 30 years locked away, and so many more in purgatory. Yet! He has not shown the slightest remorse-”  

“Mike come on, it was not that ba-”  

“ NO! You’ve caused too much pain to talk. I will reveal the truth!”  

He points accusingly to his father, tears now staining his cheeks as they spill out his eyes like a broken floodgate,  

“He has a history. A wretched, godforsaken history... I will prove it was you! I WILL AVENGE THE-”  

Felipe spoke up, obviously tired of all the ridiculous family drama,  

“Shut up Micheal.”  

“Sorry, Heather”  

Felipe walked up to the podium, it was apparently his turn to speak,  

“I bet Nicki played some good drums, does the funeral need any... other music?”  

He asks, waving his drumsticks in the air as he walked off stage, letting Freddie Mercury go up next,  

“Bye Nicki! Bi? So am I!” He give Freddy a cheeky wink, before turning back to the crowd and waving for Mario to give his speech.  

“This is so a-sad! I would never kill Nicki Minaj-a!” Link raises an eyebrow and glares at Mario, “Hyah! No one said you did.”  

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Brighton, England 6:15 pm

The room was abuzz with conversation and laughter, almost as if an impromptu funeral wasn’t just held. Garfield was eating microwave lasagna he swears is homemade, felipe is sobbing incoherently and playing drums that sounded more like a car crash, link consoled him with a pat on the back with one hand and is now filming a motorcycle thirst trap with the other.

“I JUST WANT A SECOND CHANCE *hic* HANNAAAAH!!”

“Yeah, yeah… *duck face* she’s gone bud… Hyah… *kiss blow* there are other styrofoam heads in the sea.”

Link proceeds to wander off to hylia knows where, probably another ‘bathroom break’ due to the mysterious noises coming from the bathroom. Shakespeare is writing a play with Lin-manuel Miranda who is attempting to turn it into another musical as JoJo Siwa interjects claiming she could write better lyrics

”Have you guys heard boomerang? That was proper lyrics… not whatever pretentious stuff you’re writing”

”JoJo, that was 8 years ago.”

Walter white is in the corner making meth with his friend that smells like dried vomit, Irish spring and fritos, and springtrap and Michael are in the midst of yet another argument…

”YOU KILLED CHILDREN!!”

“That was was like… well actually I can’t remember when, but BESIDES… the past is in the past Michael, Jesus fucking Christ you’re so old fashioned…”

“I- UGH, YOU—!”

”Animatronic bear got your tongue?”

the yelling gets louder, louder, louder—!! When suddenly another scream is heard and the lights go completely dark…

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Brighton, England 7pm one hour and thirty minutes remaining to solve the murder…

The lights flicker back on slowly as the room looks around in panic, four people are missing… but who? They all gather in the main room counting eachother and checking who’s missing when suddenly three pairs of footsteps slowly approach. 

“Another one bites the dust.” 

Freddie mercury enters the room, his hair disheveled and his moustache peeling off for some reason, Freddy fazbear walks timidly behind, his face flushed and his bow tie askew, the next to enter is mario who quickly straightens up and exclaims loudly,

”What’s-a-happened?!”

”we were just getting to that…” 

a voice says behind him, weirdly tall and weirdly glowy and spectral? Mario turned around and saw two…

”g-g-g-g-g-g-g-ghosts?!!”

the whole room exclaimed looking at the pair,

“Rude… we prefer to be called living impaired.”

you’re probably wondering, who are these two ghosts? It’s pretty obvious who one of them was, unless you’ve been reading it out of order or have been waiting since I last posted, it’s Nicki Minaj! And …LINK?!

”hey, hey, hey… link what happened?”

asked Garfield, shovelling lasagna in his face even though this very obviously wasn’t the time or place. Link simply pointed to the corner where his physical body lay, no blood or anything because we are family friendly here at mASCot and injuries are a lot of paperwork, especially death.

”Okay, so I would tell you who killed us but i think that’s way too boring so I say we should do what we’re best at and gather!”

Freddie clapped enthusiastically and the rest of the group groaned in unison, one hour left…