A/N A/N: Heya. The A/N's below this one are all the ones that were in the draft. Anyways, enjoy- 

Also, currently, this is the chapter 2 published on RedVelvetWh0re's account- oops- 

Also also, John (RedVelvetWh0re) wasn't able to write in this chapter, so I wrote stuff for their oc- soz John.

———————

A/N: *end of overture-*

Ok, I should stop making so many Phantom Of The Opera references...

Anyways, enjoy the chapter!

TW: Uncensored and Censored Swearing. A lot of it.

—————————————-

"...Who could that even be?"

"Jesus, we are not going to have any more damn room if these dead guys keep showing up."

"We can store them in the basement of the complex," Skeeter joked, looking at the others. Though, they reconsidered with the glares that they received from the founders.

"Note to self: Don't make jokes in front of dead people-"

"No, no... I could probably make a joke about saints and they'd find it hilarious,"

"I've been guilty of doing that myself," Lafayette smiled a bit, looking the person over. "You, my friend, may be tolerable."

Skeeter laughed, looking at Sofia, shrugging. "Well, at least there's some approval."

"Wait... Where's Willow?" Sofia asked, looking around. "Wait... Don't tell me they're... No.. Frick- One moment!" Sofia ran up the stairs. "WILLOW DON'T TELL ME YOU FOUND ANOTHER DEAD PERSON-"

"If I did I would've said something, no? Eh. What time is it?"

"SHOWTIME- I mean.. Uh.." Sofia checked her phone, almost dropping her pole yet again. "1:37pm. Why do you ask?"

"Just asking - You both stay here and watch the dead guys, I'm gonna go buy a few pizzas - for a late lunch, for all of us."

"Wait, wait! What if another dead person falls in? You gotta stay, Willow!"

"We haven't retrieved the fourth one yet..." Skeeter muttered, moving away from the group, heading to the kitchen. They came to a halt as they reached the room, brows furrowed. "Mulligan," They whispered, hurrying over to the man, quickly pulling him to his feet.

"Wait wait wait... First Hamilton, then Laurens, then Lafayette, now Mulligan, if we're going by the musical, shouldn't Aaron Burr be next?"

"In this mess? I hope it's Burr. Genuinely, I can tolerate him... I believe we may need to keep the Marquis and Hercules in separate rooms, however. I'd rather not have interactions there where they hadn't met."

"It's worth a shot.. God damn it, why do I make so many musical references-"

"Both you and Willow tend to do stuff like that. But, could you keep an eye on Mulligan? I need to go make sure the gay trio are not eating bars of soap."

"That's oddly specific but uh, sure..."

"Thanks," Skeeter hurried back upstairs, overcoat waving behind them. They glanced around, finding the three standing in the hall gossiping. Their brows furrowed as they stared between the three, as if faintly remembering a situation as familiar. No, they thought, not that again. They shook their head, hurrying over. "Gentleman! It's a pleasure to speak with you fine fellows..." (Again, a deep voice urged, you're speaking to them again.) Skeeter's mouth went dry and they laughed a bit.

"Are you alright?" Hamilton questioned, looking the figure over. "You seem on edge."

"I'm fine, just confused is all." Skeeter explained absentmindedly, offering a smile. "But, I'll be fine, it was nothing out of the ordinary. Well, this situation is out of the ordinary-... But, a pleasure to speak with you."

" Willow, whe-" Sofia was interrupted by another crash, the person landing right next to her. "OH MY F-CKING GOD, SOS, STO PER MORRIE-" (translation: SOS, I'M ABOUT TO DIE-) "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON, WHO THE HELL ARE YOU-"

Willow came running down the stairs, almost colliding with Skeeter in the process. "SOFIA WHAT THE F-CK HAPPENED, AND, WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?"

Skeeter had fortunately been able to move to the side in time to avoid the oncoming Willow. They took a deep breath, hand against their chest. "What the bloody hell was that-"

"WHO THE F-ICK FRACK PADDYWACK ARE YOU-" Sofia yelled, almost hitting the man with her martial arts pole.

"Don't hit him!" Skeeter called from the stairs. "That's Mr. Burr! The dark hair, eyes, and red cheeks give it away."

Sofia paused. "Well frick. I'm so sorry- I didn't know who you were, uh... Did I hurt you by accident-"

Aaron cautiously rose, eyeing Sofia. "No," he answered simply, dusting himself off. "That was a bit of a surprise... however."

Sofia chuckled. "I mean, it's not everyday that dead people appear in your house..."

"It's not often that I get referred to as a "dead guy"." Burr muttered, looking between everyone, and then upstairs. "Where, per say, would I be located at the moment?"

"You're currently in Sydney, Australia. Wait,I mean New York City, frick, sorry... I only moved here a year ago." Sofia sighed.

"New York? I last recall being in Pennsylvania." Burr muttered, stretching his arms.

"Well this just got even weirder." Sofia sighed. "Wait, where's Pennsylvania again- I forgot-"

"Below New York and above Maryland." Skeeter grinned, looking down from the stairs. They glanced over to Laurens for a moment, hearing him speak.

"I do remember the last place I had been was in South Carolina... Fighting alongside my battalion of men."

"Well at least we know what year you're from." Willow said. "Doesn't help that I was at that exact moment in the musical.. Damn it."

"Willow, now's not the time t-" Sofia was interrupted by yet another crash. "GIURO SU DIO, CHI CAZZO STA CAUSANDO QUESTO!?" (Translation: I SWEAR TO GOD, WHO THE F-CK IS CAUSING THIS!?)

Skeeter froze, hands gripping the stair's railing tightly, to the point their knuckles whitened. "Logically, it could be anybody... Perhaps General Washington." The suggestion sounded more along the line of a theory, but... It could really be anybody.

"If we're going by musical appearances, the Schuyler Sisters would be next, but hey, you're probably right." Sofia said. "Wait, where did Willow g-"

"FUCKING HELL-"

"Well that explains a lot." Sofia ran up the stairs, almost tripping on her way up.

Skeeter gazed at them for a moment, soon just sitting on the couch, grabbing their book. "I don't know if it's in the order of the musical or if it's a coincidence." They muttered, looking at the page. Though, they groaned when Hamilton and Laurens both immediately looked over their shoulder to try and read as well. "There's other books-"

"SKEETER, SOME HELP- HE'S FREAKING GOT A GUN-"

Skeeter's eyes widened and they threw the book to the side, running upstairs. Taking hint of who the gun was focused on, they ran past the three, and stood behind the person with the gun. Taller- but oh well. They jumped up, wrapping the person in a headlock, pulling the back enough- and they could tell from pure panic the man dropped the gun and quickly fought their arms away. "Calm the fuck down," they ordered, brows furrowed.

"What in the James Cook just happened-"

"Sofia, whos James Cook-"

"Australian history." Sofia sighed. "Who the fucking hell are you?"

"This is general Washington..." Skeeter explained. The general grabbed their arms, loosening them, causing the ginger to hit the floor. They laid there for a moment, catching their breath. "Ow..." They groaned, draping an arm over their face. "And James Cook was a British explorer... Popular for his travels to New Zealand and Australia... He claimed the Eastern part of Australia- the continent- for the British Crown."

Washington scuffed, picking his gun from the floor. "What kind of move was that?" He questioned.

"Sir, it was to cause a diversion... I meant no harm and neither do they. Please pardon my actions, I'd rather not be punished."

"I'm so confused right now- Someone please explain what the hell is going on." Sofia said, hiding behind Willow.

"I hit the ground and had the breath knocked out of me. That's about all that happened with me," Skeeter laughed breathlessly, still struggling to catch their breath back. Washington left a stern gaze on the person on the floor, reaching a hand down, single handedly pulling them from the floor and back to their feet. Skeeter's brows furrowed as they stared at the man's grayish-blue eyes. "Thanks, sir... I often forget that your strength was considerable."

Washington offered a tight-knit smile. "It's best to have bulk if you're going to promote brawn."

"Of course, sir." They smiled.

Sofia and Willow stared at each other in confusion.

"Screw this, I'm going to order pizza." Willow said, grabbing Sofia's hand

"WAIT, WILLOW-"

"No, come on, I-" Willow was interrupted by multiple crashes at once.

"Well fricking hell, that's gonna be a problem.."

———————

A/N: HAHA MORE SUSPENSE-

Idk what I'm even doing at this rate.

-1373 Words (Excluding This)-