Thirteen looked at the gravestone. The one belonging to the girl who had died twice.

Hush Erika Smith

1947 - 1965

That was what the stone read.

You would think that a being like Thirteen, powerful and cruel as he was, wouldn't feel compassion to anyone or anything. But, because of the bond he had made with her when he had resurrected her, he could feel everything.

Having been throughout time, he figured that it was like Remnant. At least that was what William Afton called it in Five Nights at Freddy's. Remnant was a divine energy that was created when someone felt angry or scared. But, especially when someone died.

Thirteen knew that IO called death "The Greatest Catalyst." It was the ultimate tool in storytelling. For instance, Skye's parents. Or Elizabeth to those ghastly animatronics. Or Leaper's father. The deaths rope viewers in, and cause them to become invested in the story.

Slone looked very carefully at the footage and audio of Thirteen's thoughts.

"He's not supposed to know that!" Slone gasped.

The IO Guard sat at the computer turned around and fixed Slone with his mask's purple eyes.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked her.

"I want you to make him forget!"

"Doing that now, ma'am."

Thirteen looked at the gravestone. The one belonging to the girl who had died twice.

Hush Erika Smith

1947 - 1965

That was what the stone read.

You would think that a being like Thirteen, powerful and cruel as he was, wouldn't feel compassion to anyone or anything. But, because of the bond he had made with her when he had resurrected her, he could feel everything.

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Whenever she was angry, he felt it.

Whenever she was scared, he felt it.

And when he sensed she was about to die, he felt that too.

He had gotten to Chaos Agent's evil lab, but he was too late. She had already fallen into the acid. The only thing he could do was fix her melted flesh for the funeral and make an anonymous call to the police about Chaos Agent.

Chaos Agent was gone soon after that. The police arrived at the scene, but scientists couldn't analyze the Chaos Serum. It wasn't a match to anything. They couldn't identify it. It didn't help that the only people who knew about the Chaos Serum were dead.

Speaking of which, they were all here now. Wild Card, Lone Shadow, Sierra and Marcus, or the Burning Wolf. Hush's grave was on the end.

Thirteen wanted to revive all of them. Their deaths had been unjust and untimely, and Thirteen felt as if it was him who had to do something about it.

But he couldn't just go around reviving people from the dead. It went against all things natural, so basically bad.

Thirteen paced back and forth along the graves, deep in thought. Wait, he was Thirteen! He was a divine being! He didn't gave to follow the rules; he made the rules!

About, to perform his magic, he stopped again. Five people... that would take a lot of power. He might die himself. However, what if he planted his consciousness within one of them? Not Marcus; he already had psychic powers. If he went into him, he would drown them out. It would have to be Hush.

Thirteen felt a bit guilty about using Hush for his own personal gain again, but he was giving her the gift of life.

For the second time.

Thirteen really hoped Hush wouldn't die again. He wouldn't be able to save her after that.

Hush groaned. She didn't know how long she had been asleep for; she hoped she hadn't been there long.

Hush opened her eyes, but saw nothing but inky blackness. She was inside a box!

I have to get out!

She kicked and pushed at the sides of the box and pushed at the lid. To her surprise, when she pushed at the lid, it flipped right open.

Hush was about to be buried alive! She was about a metre deep, and she was in a coffin?

Why?

The dirt above her was separated so she could get out, but it was still a scary thought if she had stayed sleeping then she would have suffocated and no one would know.

Hush climbed up the dirt, brown smudges getting on her white and gold clothes. Why she was in white and gold she had no idea; she was probably dressed up for the funeral service.

Hush took a deep breath when she reached the surface as if she had been strangled before getting there. She saw her own grave, and it gave her chills.

Why is it designed like that?

The gravestone, as well as her friends' ones, were all reminiscent of those old gravestones in a graveyard. They were so covered in moss and the letters were barely legible, but Hush could just about make out her name. The other graves had also been dug up, and the coffins were rested inside.

Hush almost had a heart attack when Wild Card burst out of his grave next. His clothes were also white and gold, and his mask had that signature diamond with that suit. He looked at her for a second, before erupting into complaints.

"H-He killed me! Martin killed me!" he muttered furiously.

"Yeah, we got that," Hush folded her arms.

Wild Card sighed, then took off his mask, smiling at Hush.

"Oh, I've missed you!" he cried, then ran towards Hush.

Hush rolled her eyes, accepting the hug and kiss that Wild Card offered her. They both jumped out of their skin when they heard clapping behind them.

Marcus' robotic wolf head poked out of his grave. Hush frowned; they never even tried to get it off of him?

"That was too beautiful!" Marcus blubbered.

"Hush, have you been cheating on me?" Wild Card muttered accusingly.

"No! At least, not with him," Hush grimaced.

"What do you mean?"

"Martin (we call him Chaos Agent now) forced me. I think that's the reason he killed you; he wanted to be my boyfriend."

"Sounds abusive."

"No kidding."

"Me and Jack agree," Marcus added.

"Who's Jack?" Wild Card asked Hush.

"He's Marcus' spirit animal. Marcus is him, by the way. Jack is totally real," Hush explained, then winked at him. Wild Card nodded in understandment.

"Ah, OK."

Lone Shadow climbed out of his grave and stood with Hush and Wild Card.

"Well, he did it," Lone Shadow sighed, removing his mask.

"Hey, besties!" Sierra called from her grave. She was sat on the edge, her legs dangling in the hole.

"Who are they?" Lone Shadow asked Hush.

"The robo-wolf guy is Marcus, and the lady with the light blue cardigan and hair is Sierra. Martin tried to replace you with them after he killed you. Oh, there's also Jack, Marcus' spirit animal," she explained, then winked at Lone Shadow, who nodded back, just as Wild Card had done.

"OK, then," Lone Shadow shrugged.

"Wait, if we were all jabbed by one of Chaos Agent's needles and dissolved into nothing, how are we all here now?" Sierra gasped.

They all looked around. It was impossible, no one knew.

"We'll have to ask him ourselves," Hush said flatly.

"But... where even is he?" Marcus asked her.

"I don't know, we'll have to find him."

"Let's go!" Wild Card shouted, then ran off, with the others in tow. Hush saw that there was some ivy on her grave; was that there before?

"You coming?" Lone Shadow shouted back to her.

"Coming!"

2020. That was when they were. 55 years after they had all died. What had brought them back?

Hush and the others had all boarded a boat that claimed to go to "The Island". They figured that it would be empty there, but it really wasn't.

They docked at a place called Dirty Docks (very creatively named) and began to move south where they saw the mountains. There was a gas station themed around cats which they went inside of.

"People!" Marcus whispered, as if it wasn't obvious.

People in suits as white as snow and with masks like Stormtroopers patrolled the gas station, and were loading crates into the building. Hush jumped from their cover and slid down the hill to get a closer look.

To Hush's surprise, as soon as she touched the fence vines began to spread all over.

What the hell? She thought.

At that moment, a girl with a red beanie, a denim jacket and a matching red jumper tied around her waist collapsed at the top of the hill and spread herself out.

I've seen her before!

Hush, for some reason, remembered seeing the girl in some kind of bizarre dream. Chaos Agent was there too, as were some other people.

Slowly, more people began to appear. The girl on the floor was talking to some cat people and a woman with black braids as well as a man with odd golden hands. They were in the dream too!

After all of the other people dispersed, the girl began to talk to her hat, which was bizarre since it was just a hat. At least Hush thought so.

The girl began to go inside, and Hush began to make a move.

Maybe she knows something?

Hush made to stop the girl, and she startled.

"Hush?" the girl gasped.

"Tell me where Chaos Agent is. Now."

TO BE CONTINUED...

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