There was oddly this part of me that was excited to get back to work tonight. Why? I have no clue. I almost died last night. A few times, actually. Just like last time, as I pulled up, Devin was getting out of the building. Don't miss your chance this time, idiot. I quickly got my things together and got out of my car. Devin looked around frustrated until his eyes landed on me.

"Oh hi." I smirked.

"H-Hi." He shivered, tired and cold.

"Where exactly is your car?" I asked once I realized there was no other car here except mine and Angelo's.

Devin walked towards me more to hear better, "The, um, person I live with shares a car with me. He had work today too so he's going to pick me up."

"Oh." I muttered, "Do you want to sit in my car with me so you're at least warm until he gets here?"

There was a hesitation in him. As if he was going to say yes, but rather said no. "I better not. He'll be here soon anyways, but thank you."

"It's not problem. Do you have any days off this week?"

"Thursday, but I'm actually taking that day off to take the train down to New York for a wedding. My, um, roommate's cousin is getting married." He glanced behind himself as headlights glowed over us. "I'll see you in the morning. Goodnight."

"Goodnight." I mumbled, feeling weirded out by this situation.

Why did he act almost uncomfortable when he referred to his roommate? And why would he go to the wedding of his roommate's cousin? Unless they were... Dating. Devin got into the car and as he did I heard yelling from the driver. He softly made his apologies to the slurs, then closed the door. I saw nothing that would incriminate him as a cheater but I was getting vibes that they were together. I hope not. My senses could be off.

I pushed the thoughts to the back of my mind and watched into the building. Once I was changed into uniform I went to find Angelo. He was sitting at the greeters desk with his legs up on it, leaning back with a tablet in his hand.

"I already took care of the basement shit," He spoke as he handed the electronic to me, "Here."

"What's this?" I asked in returned as I took it, seeing a list.

"Your personal Hell. That's the new video game exhibit's characters. The thing about video games is, they are way more violent than anything you see in movies. Their characters have no thinking process. They just kill." He sneered.

I leaned my back against the desk as I scrolled through a set of images. "Gannondorf, Bowser, Dr. Eggman, this is what you're worried about? You have met the forty foot tall evil truck behind us, right?"

Angelo looked past me at Megatron, "Sorry about him. He's just scared of you." Then he moved his eyes back to me, "He's a jet, by the way. Not a truck. And keep scrolling."

I kept going down the page. Bare in mind, I don't know a thing about video games. It's not my thing, but a picture is worth a million words. There was some kind of supercomputer called GLaDOS and it was on display with a smaller beach ball looking thing called Wheatley. I don't need to know anything about their game to know that supercomputers are bad. Then I kept going, seeing a steampunk looking thing. It was called a Big Daddy, and it had a fucking drill for a hand. That'll give Edward a run for his money. There was a set of animatronics from a game called Five Nights At Freddy's. I reached the end of the list and almost dropped the tablet.

"What the fuck is that?" I almost squealed like a little girl.

"It's called a Wendigo. I stayed up watching YouTube videos about it last night. It's from a game called Until Dawn. The lore goes in this certain area up in Canada, the natives cursed the land so that if someone resorted to cannibalism, they would turn into that... thing. They can't be killed and only fire can slow them down. Come with me."

Angelo stood and began to walk upstairs. I followed close behind him as we continued up to the third floor.

"Was Chris okay with you coming tonight?" I asked him halfway through the first flight of stairs.

"He wasn't happy about it. We'll get to that later though. I convinced him because he knew he was in the wrong to put you in the position he did. Plus, he's a man. You can get pretty much anything out of a man if you bat your eye lashes and suck them off."

"I don't care if that's stereotypical. It's true." I laughed.

"You're a top." He replied, "You would know. Speaking of tops and bottoms, how's everything with Devin?"

I sighed, "Can that be one of those talk about it later things?"

"Sure." He somberly smiled as stopped at the top of the second staircase. Angelo pointed towards the security office, "Go lock your office."

"Right. Thanks." I responded and sauntered over there.

Angelo waited on me to do so. I put the key right around my belt after I locked it up. Then we started to move to the murderers exhibit. The sun was just now going down. He pulled down the gate on the masked murderers side. I knelt down and locked it at the bottom. As I stood back up, night must've fallen far enough because the figurines started to move.

He peered in through the gate, watching them interact, "The thing about them is, no matter how much they want to kill, they understand situations. They know how to stop and recognize the situation they're in. They have a developed thought process. And, if you take the time to understand them, they'll respect you. Creatures like a Wendigo aren't like that." 

I looked over at him, seeing his eyes were glossy, "Is that a voice of experience?"

Angelo uttered the smallest of whimpers. I was surprised I even heard it. He took a hard swallow and pulled back his hair and shirt. There was a huge ring of bite marks on him, still healing it looked like. Angelo let me get my look in, then covered it back up.

"Many aliens are intelligent creatures, bent on just taking over the world. Xenomorphs, though, they just want to kill. They're like Wendigos in the way that they don't have a thought process other than attacking life forms. A few weeks ago the Queen Zenomorph was starting shit with Predator. Normally Predator can handle himself, but this time he wasn't doing well. I went to intervene and I got bitten. I was lucky enough that Deathstroke happened to chose that moment to come upstairs to talk to me. He found me and got me out of there. I called Chris, he rushed right over, and closed the museum for the day to take me to the hospital." He snit, "I had to tell the nurse it was a very big dog. After that, Chris was adamant it was time I stepped down. We decided we could only trust the position to someone who we knew, and that's how you ended up here."

"Oh, wow." I muttered as I tried to process his story.

"I don't want that to make you scared of this job though. It took eight years for me even to get bitten. We couldn't take the Queen down because she's a huge exhibit, but from now on her mouth has been bolted into one position." Angelo said.

"I thought I heard your voice." A quite proper, almost creepily soft voice spoke from behind us.

We both turned around. All I felt was concern because these people freak me out, but Angelo treats them like family.

"Norman, did you get a chance to meet Ricky last night?" He asked in return.

"Amongst all the ruckus, unfortunately not." The clean cut man sauntered over to us, offering his hand, "Norman Bates. Pleasure."

"Ricky Olsen. New security guy." I responded with a weak voice as I shook his hand.

"I told all of you that there was a new security guard starting," Angelo said, "Why couldn't you have cut him some slack?"

Norman pursed his lips, then sighed, "We all really did, Ange, I swear to you. Then of course, Freddy had to start running his mouth to Jason."

"That is not true! That punk started it!" Freddy yelled down the hall.

"Regardless of who started it, you all should have known better. You have to stay in line, or else Chris will pull the Mummy's tablet out. He already wants to after my accident." He turned around towards the locked up exhibits, "Did you all hear me?"

"Sorry, Boss!" Ghostface responded from the back of the room.

"Especially you, Michael. I heard about your little stunt last night. Please don't murder my friends, okay? You kill him, Chris will take away your ability to come to life."

Myers looked over at him for only a brief moment. He hung his head again, then nodded. They respond to him so well. I wish I knew how to talk to them like that. Once Angelo had his little talk with the murderers like they were preschoolers, we headed back to the security office for a soda break. I leaned back in my chair and watched the monitors.

"I take it Burton's characters are your favorites?" I asked.

He cracked a half smile, "Yeah, the comic villains aren't bad either. You've got to take some of them in small doses though. Especially when we have multiple Jokers."

"Devin seems to love that face though." I snickered.

"So, about Devin?" He grinned like the Cheshire Cat as he eyed me.

"About Devin," I muttered, "He has a boyfriend, doesn't he?"

Angelo's eyes dimmed. He set down his soda on the table and sighed, "No. He doesn't have a boyfriend; He has an abuser and Stockholm Syndrome."

My head fell as I looked down, mumbling, "He had a bruise on his face when I saw him this morning. I had a feeling that's what it was from. If he's abused why don't you call the police?"

"I have. He's still convinced Dixon loves him so he doesn't press charges." Angelo leaned forward and set his hand on my knee, "He likes you. I can tell. You might be his only chance to get out of that relationship."

"Do you think he'd really cheat on his boyfriend? Let alone leave him for me?"

"If he falls in love with you. Help him do so though." He said, then stood up, "C'mon, let's go visit Sweeney. I owe him a thank you."