By the time I headed back into the museum, the guests were cleared out. It was just a few employees. Ryan met up with me, telling me everything that needed to be shut, was shut. We don't talk about our personal lives with each other. I do wonder if he has someone though. He seems to have too much time and leniency to have a girlfriend. Who knows.

As we walked into the new exhibit, they were in the process of setting up the last figure. This one was the tallest. It doesn't surprise me that they waited until very last to put him out. Once they were done, I walked up to the ghastly statue. He stood at the very back of the room as the main attraction. The others, they have personalities I think I can handle. This one though, he's soulless from what I've seen.

"Hey, I'm going to head out." Chris said, interrupting my thoughts.

I glanced back at him, giving a small nod, "Yeah, okay. Have a good night."

"You two think you'll be okay tonight?" He asked.

"Should be." Ryan replied.

"Yeah," I added, "Should be. First nights for new exhibits are never easy but we should be fine. We've got plenty of backup."

"Alright. If it gets too bad, call me. Night, guys."

"Night." We both replied in unison.

Chris left the room, heading out. We still had about fifteen minutes until ten. I took a good look around at these internet legends. They were unlike anything else in this museum. See, in the movies and video games, there's a sense of a pattern and control to characters. There's multiple minds bringing them to life. Minds with control and a sense of normalcy.

When it comes to creepy pastas, they've mostly been created by one person on the internet. I don't know if you've noticed but there's some real fucked up people in this world with access to the internet. Then, these communities of people decide who these characters are. They are mostly built by the imagination of the disturbed and unstable teenagers. Teenagers scary the shit out of me.

After studying these mobs for the past week, I know them well. The Rake is no longer a concern of mine. He's chained down. Towards the entrance, a negative colored Mickey Mouse suit stood. It was from a story called Abandon by Disney. To my knowledge, that character doesn't kill. He just likes to run you off in fear. I don't worry about him. Another one I don't worry about is Eyeless Jack. As long as I'm not asleep, he won't hurt me. Ben Drown and sonic.exe... They can't have power in the real world, can they?

Ticci Toby and Jeff the Killer don't worry me. I think I can easily convince them to behave. Laughing Jack and Slenderman are my biggest worries. Laughing Jack, if I'm lucky, I can talk into being passive. He is an intelligent being even if he's reckless. From what I've seen in my research, Slenderman is merciless. He has no emotion, only drive to kill. Why did Chris think this was a good idea? Fuck if I know. I don't get paid enough for this job.

"According to some of the others, even if the creatures haven't come alive yet, they've still be exposed to enough of the tablet's magic to be conscious." I said as I paced around the exhibit.

"You mean they can hear and see us already?" Ryan asked.

"Supposedly." I sighed, "This is the only chance we're going to get to talk to them without them being about to retaliate. It's worth a shot to try."

"I guess, but I'll leave that up to you. I'm going to head down to the office to watch the cameras." He replied.

Ryan walked out, leaving me alone in an exhibit full of hostiles about to come to life. At this point, we have just under ten minutes. It's hard to believe that these characters are about to have life breathed into them. They look just like your average statue.

"Alright, here's the deal. My name is Ricky. I'm human, and I'm the night guard here. The guy that was just in here, he's the other night guard. His name is Ryan. You are all statues in a museum, but due to a magic tablet, at night you come to life. This is not the stories or the worlds you were all created in. This is real life. If anything bad happens, your ability to come to life will be taken away. Killing people would be considered bad. There are a ton of others in this museum that live in harmony. So, please, try your best to resist your evil tendencies. You don't need to kill here."

That was the best I could muster. How else was I supposed to explain it? I tried my best. Glancing down at my watch, I saw it was 9:59PM. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. Here goes nothing. A second after I opened them, I saw the moment the magic activated. Each of these creatures began to slowly move around. I avoided looking at Slenderman, just to be cautious. In fact, I just kept my back to him.

They all took a look around. You know, now that I think about it, one good thing about the dolls is they're the only ones shorter than me. Laughing Jack must've been about eight feet tall. I don't want to think about how tall Slendy is. He took a look around at his friends. I assume they're friends, anyways.

Toby jumped down from his pedestal first. He walked up to me, looking at me. His eyes disappeared behind those googles, making him seem so soulless. It also didn't help that he was holding two fucking hatchets. Jeff looked to the knife in his hand. He raised it up, staring at his reflection in the blade. He twisted the handle around his finger and began to walk towards me. At this point, I wasn't sure what was worse; His wide eyes lacking eye lids or Toby's lack of visibility to his eyes.

Laughing Jack walked between the two. He leaned down in my face. His pointed nose was a centimeter away from my skin. Belted out a chuckle that startled me. I stumbled back, forgetting Slenderman was right behind me. I made the mistake of glancing back at him. Suddenly my vision was disrupted. The brief image of TV static flashed in my head.

I've never had a creature physically affect me like that. Sure, there's plenty that could have, but they don't. Fuck, there's some that could possess me if they wanted to. They just don't do it. Slenderman suddenly was gone. That's just great. Let's just hope he stays inside the museum.

"We'd love to behave for you," Laughing Jack said, "But first we need to learn to respect each other, don't you agree?" He evilly giggled once again.

Jeff leaned in closer to my face, "The best way to respect someone is bonding... Bonding through chaos."

"I couldn't agree more." He replied.

Laughing Jack turned around and grasped the Rake's chains with his long ass arms. He broke away two of them. Toby walked over and rose one of his hatchets above his head. He struck down the base of a chain and it easily broke free. With less bindings, the Rake now had enough power to break the final one himself. He leapt out of the room quickly, going fuck knows where.

From across the hall, the Wendigo released a great howl. All three of them turned their heads in that direction. Laughing Jack's sinister smile grew. He began walking that way, the others following. I rushed after.

"No, no, no. Letting one cannibalistic hairless creature loose in the museum is enough!" I told them.

Of course they didn't listen. Why did I think they would? I wasn't intervening because I didn't want to get my ass killed. Luckily Ryan had already closed and locked the gate to the video game exhibit earlier. I spoke too soon. Jeff leaned down and jimmied the lock with the tip of his knife. How... Even? I'm not going to fucking ask. I'm just going to go get some help already.

The last thing I heard was glass breaking and the Wendigo screeching. My ass was down those steps faster than I knew I could run. I stopped myself from colliding into Ryan, who was running up the lower staircase.

"We've got a fucking problem." We both managed to say to each other at the same time.

He and I turned our heads back behind us when we heard the Wendigo howl. It was rushing straight for us. We had no other choice than to run to the floor we were stopped at. That happened to be the third floor. I didn't have shit for help here. Taking a look around, I chose my best option. You can only fight magic beings with magic beings.

"Sorry, Ryan." I muttered as I yanked him into the clown exhibit. I grabbed ahold of the gate and slammed it down. It wasn't locked but the Wendigo is too stupid to figure that out.

Ryan turned around and looked at all the colorful psychos staring him down. He backed himself into the corner, muttering, "I guess this is better than dying."

I patted his shoulder, "Keep telling yourself that." Sighing, I took in what I had to choose from. "That gate isn't going to hold long. Klowns," I gestured towards the freaky ass alien things, "You think you can distract that thing and get it away from here?" One of them made that weird demonic Teletubbie noise. "I'll take that as a yes."

The Wendigo pounded against the gate right near Ryan. He quavered, "Fucking do it quickly!"

I grabbed him by his wrist and threw him back behind Captain Spaulding. "Do I look like a fucking meat shield to you?!" Spaulding yelled at me.

Ignoring him, I opened up the gate and jumped out of the way. One of the Klowns hit the Wendigo with it's cotton candy ray thing. It didn't stop it for long. Just long enough they could push him out.

"Pennywise, I need your help. Come with me." I said. Then I nodded my head towards the exit, "Ryan! Let's go!" The two of them followed me towards the south wing of the floor. Not all the creatures here may be magically like Pennywise, but they sure as Hell are vicious enough. Standing in the middle of the hall, I called down the right, "Jack!" Then the left, "Michael!"

"What are you doing?" Ryan asked me.

"Fighting fire with fire." I responded. Myers and Jack walked in from their separate directions, both stopping beside Pennywise. "When you have a knifed killer, a hatchet wielder, and a crazy magical clown destroying the museum, you get the original knife killer, hatchet wielder, and crazy magical clown to fight them."

Jack readjusted his weapon in his hand, "Just point us in the right direction."