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“Action!” Nole shouted.
The actress, Jane Colley, made her way across the set. Her hair was styled in a black braid. She wore a blue dress with an apron.
“Lloyd! Get your ass down here!” she read from the script.
The young boy, actor Nik Michaels, ran down the stairs. He had messy blond hair, wearing a green hoodie and jeans.
“What do you need mom?” he asked.
“I need you to do something for me,” Jane’s character Henrietta said demandingly. “Go into the basement. Get a trash bag. I’m going to have visitors, so you need to go to Melissa’s house. I’ll pick you up when I’m done.”
Nik nodded, nervous.
Jane gestured for him to go.
“Cut!” Nole shouted, happy. “Beautiful you two.”
Jane threw her hair to the side. “I’m going to get Starbucks. Do you want anything boss?”
“I’ll have a cake pop.”
Sam ran up to Nole. “Dude! I just got a really good idea!”
Even as two fully grown men, Nole and Sam were best friends. Nole was now a movie director, and Sam was a writer. The pair worked together on a lot of movies now.
“What’s your idea Sam?”
“Remember that film we did for college? The Blackbird one?”
Nole nodded.
“Wanna remake it?”
Nole could hardly contain his shock. The Blackbird still haunted him. The idea of making a movie about it horrified him. Would that just make it stronger?
“Why not,” he said, against his better judgement.
Sam had no idea about the Blackbird, the thing that haunted Nole to this day. He never saw him when Nole did. He never remembered anything about his time missing.
This only left Nole with questions. What had happened to Sam? Was he still inside the Blackbird? Was he in control of that thing or was the Blackbird… Did the Blackbird manipulate Sam’s body? Nole didn’t like to think about it. But, whenever it spoke, it had Sam’s voice.
“Sorry,” he heard a woman behind him. He turned.
Jacqueline Bernard, a movie producer, made her way across the sound stage.
“I need to do an interview for a movie, but all the other set’s are busy. Do you think-”
“Of course, Jackie,” Nole gestured for her to come forward.
The man next to her seemed off putting. He had a mess of brown hair, dark blue eyes, light skin, a frail figure and, from overhearing a conversation between him and Jackie, a British accent. He wore a purple polo shirt, jeans and black boots, as if style wasn’t important to him.
But the weirdest part was with the Blackbird, currently located near the fake fridge on set.
“Michael,” it said, but it wasn’t Sam’s voice. It sounded like a little kid, maybe eight or nine. “You did this.”
Nole was on edge. It was bad enough hearing his best friend’s voice coming out of the bird, antagonizing him for his sins. Now, this random kid, yelling at this guy who just got here. It was weird.
Michael apparently had also picked up on it. He stared at the fridge where the Blackbird was. Nole could tell from his face that he saw it.
“Jack, why is he so special?”
“Oh, I’m glad you asked,” Jackie smiled. “He’s the son of the founder of Freddy Fazbears Pizza.”
Sam’s eyes lit up. He loved that place. But he soon stopped smiling. “Wait, aren’t their two? Which one is your dad? Or are they both your dad? We don’t judge.”
Michael spoke with a straight face. “The serial killer.”
Nole and Sam took two steps back.
“Relax, I’m not like him.”
“Well, you did kill your little brother back in ‘83,” Jackie said slowly.
“That was an accident. And four months in Juvie is more than enough of a punishment.” Michael said that last part as if he didn’t quite believe it.
“Hey Mike, “ Nole said. “Can I talk to you for a little bit?”
Mike nodded and followed Nole to his trailer.
“You see him too right?” he asked.
“The six foot pile of feathers?” Michael asked. “Yes.”
“Cool. I’m Nole, that’s the Blackbird. He basically gets mad at people for the things they did in the past. Like bullying for me.”
“Or murder?”
“Or murder.”
“So he’s mad at me for the sibling I killed 45 years ago.” Specific. He must have been keeping track. Must have haunted him, to the point the Blackbird wasn’t needed.
“Yeah. Probably. I created him, so he’ll probably spend more time around me.”
“Maybe if my dad was still alive he could antagonize him.”
Nole chuckled. “Yeah, that’s what he should do.”
“I need to go, it’s nice to meet you sir.”
Nole still felt unsettled by him. Something about him.
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