Chapter 9
"Helen's coming in today?" Martin asked, he had just dropped off tea for everyone.
"Yes, i can't help but think about what could happen though" Jon worried, so far things had been going a mixture of right and wrong. Was it to much to ask for a repeat of the last time?
"I have a feeling all will go well? I don't know why but it's there, but i think this should be fine. If they try and hurt you like last time, i don't know, yell?" Martin softly smiled.
"Oh i'll be sure to"
Than the infamous sound of the office phone rang, signalling there talk to end.
"I'm heading up to drop some stuff off to Rosie anyways so i'll bring her in here on the way down" Martin stated.
"Thank you"
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Martin hadn't met Helen before the change but seeing her in person before everything was a slight shock to his system. She stood holding herself beside the small seating area in the office, She looked extremely paranoid and uncomfortable. She was wearing business attire such as her distortion self however there was a lot less spirals and colour this time, he fingers were regular sized and she was back to her human height around five-foot-six. Instead of wild hair it had been styled out of her face.
"Miss Richardson? I'm Martin, i work down in the archives. I'm here to take you down for your statement" He approached her giving her a calming smile.
"Ah yes" She jumped a little, she had seemed to zone out for a second.
They both walked to the archives in a silence that wasn't comfortable nor awkward, he dropped her off at the office informing Jon as he entered before he left to check on Tim and Sasha.
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"His name wasn't Michael was it?" Jon knew how this was going to go.
"Yes! Michael! That was it!... do you know them?" She had a mix of vengeance and relief in her voice.
"The names familiar however we'll look into everything for you" Jon reassured noticing the slight glow start to appear from the door, he turned his gaze back to Helen.
"Right than, thank you. I'll leave you to it" With that she raised herself from the seat and exited through the door.
Jon let out a deep sigh, "I feel horrible but it had to be done".
He sent Martin a quick text that Helen had just exited the door and that Michael should show up soon, hopefully.
"Now that was something" The voice of a thousand demons spoke.
"You're back" Jon looked to Them.
"Of course, couldn't miss the chance to reclaim those who crossed through my threshold" Michael smiled, "But you wouldn't know about that Archivist, or maybe you do"
"You keep on coming back here" Jon tried to avoid the direct question.
"Yes" The creepy smile remained on their face, "It's entertaining"
"Well i do hope you know that whatever you may want here, we can't help" Jon tried to ignore them.
"Oh maybe that's true, but i help myself" They stepped forwards, getting uncomfortably close to Jon, he shifted back a little in his chair.
Screw not asking questions, "Why are you really here?"
They frowned slightly, "As i said before to many prying eyes Archivist".
"Yes, I know" Jon glared, "You are full of unhelpful advice aren't you"
A sharp finger reached towards Jon and stopped just off his cheek, "You are very popular amongst us, i suggest you be careful when messing with forces you have no idea of the workings of".
they dragged the finger across His cheek letting a sharp pain arise from the contact and allowing a liquid to fall from his face.
"I'll be seeing you soon Archivist" and with that they turned through the door they entered through and disappeared.
He raised a hand up to the cheek and groaned when his fingers came back coated in a crimson, "Martin's going to kill me"
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"Jon I'm going to kill you" Martin raved as he rinsed a flannel and held it to the cut up cheek.
"I knew you would say that" Jon smiled slightly.
"Well, would you blame me!" Jon was sitting on the counter treating to the gift Michael had left.
"At least it isn't to bad?" Jon tried to brighten the mood but martin just raised an annoyed eyebrow to him, "Should i stop talking"
"Jon!" Martin let out an extended groan of his name, "You won't need any stitches but it is going to scar slightly".
"Thank you" Jon held onto Martin's hand, attempting to comfort him.
"Just please be careful" Martin's head fell to Jon's knees on the counter he was sitting on top of, "When you asked me to bring a first aid kit I thought you'd been stupid and had gotten stabbed again"
"I promise to be more careful" He lifted Martin's head to gaze up at him and smiled, "you're my knight in shining armour".
"You bet I am"
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"It's spooky month!" Tim yelled as Jon and Martin entered the archives.
"Ah! Tim" Jon jumped, "Wait? Tim?!"
The man in front of them was wearing navy shirt-dress, black heals to match with a full face of makeup top off with a long light brown wig.
"What do you think of my costume?" He span around.
"Who even-"Martin focused for a moment, "Wait, is your Sasha?"
"Oh Martin, I'm so glad you noticed!" He grinned widely.
"Speaking of Sasha, where is she?" Jon asked taking his bad off of his shoulder.
"Oh, Boss is in her office" Tim answered.
"Sasha doesn't have an-Oh my god" Martin held back a laugh and Jon turned his attention to what Martin was staring at.
Sasha was standing in front of the three of them, wearing what looked to be as professional as she could get, suit, tie and all. Her hair was tied up and styled to look as short as possible, Her face had deeply drawn eye bags under them.
"I'm Jon two years ago" She said, sounding as bland as she could before cracking up" Ah i cant".
"So where are both of your costumes?" Tim pushed, leaning over his desk.
"Oh give me a second" Jon said reaching into his bag and pulling out a santa hat, placing it onto his head he said "I'm the person who shows up to the wrong holiday"
The two gave a chuckle.
"Martin?" Sasha asked.
He walked over to his desk before scribbling on a piece of paper, he than continued to tape the paper onto his jumper. The paper read, 'I don't know how to make a good Halloween costume and at this point I'm too afraid to ask'.
"Ah yes, Martin is a classic viner" Tim bowed in respect.
"You either stan the Mcelroys or you perrish"