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Rams was tired, he knew exactly what happened but he didn't think it even needed to be said, "your a smart girl Mercy... Just don't talk to the animations and everything will be fine." And just like the Rams had walked off into the night.

Thursday
Rams arrived around 11:48am because Mercy had done all the sweeping the night before, he walked inside after unlocking the door and turned on the open sign a bit early, he had a nice warm tea in one hand and a coffee in the other. The coffee had 'Mercy' written on it in a females handwriting, probably the woman at the local Starbucks. He set the drinks down and went into the basement to turn on the lights. The animation of the Joker appeared from the batman game upstairs. The animation asked him, 'Why so serious?' But Rams ignored the figure and turned on the power before making his was upstairs just as the first two customers walked in, still no sign of Mercy yet Rams greeted the two, "hey folks, welcome to Crazy's Corner Arcade, $20 each for a Crazy Token, and drinks and candies are extra..."

At 11:53am, Mercy can in with a tired look on her face. She smiled at her boss and at the kids then sighed happily when she saw her name on the cup of coffee, grabbed it, and took a sip of it. "Thank you, sir~! I needed this!" She gave him another tired smile before taking another sip. "I had such a rough night, couldn't sleep..."

As Rams walked back over he nodded to her as she commented on how she slept, "yeah, there's cream and sugar next to the cureg in my office." The yawned slightly, "table in the far wall, help yourself." Rams sipped on his tea as a middle aged heavier gentalmen, most likely from the college town over, entered the Arcade. The man commented on Mercy's beauty, "watch it Alan, she is only sixteen..." Rams expression remained almost emotionless, as if bored with himself, the customer and his job. He took twenty five dollars from the man, who walked away with a diet coke and twix candy bars.

She smiled at him before placing her coffee down and goes play with the other kids, looking back ever so often.

(Sorry! I'll create a long one, when I get back from school)

Just then a kid approaches Rams who was leaning on the front desk waiting for the three thirty rush, as it was a quarter past three by now. The kid complained of a game eatting his Crazy Coin, and he wanted another one. "No, I'll have Merce take a look for you," Rams said, shaking his head. "What game was it?" The boy pointed over to Masterson's Massacre, it was an old western shoot out game. You could dual wield the two plastic revolvers or play with a friend. The point of the game was to take out all the outlaws in three different levels. The Smokey Salloon, Gold Brick Bank, and The Mossy Old Mine. "Mercy, go beat Masterson's Massacre!" Rams hollered to her from where he was, "that should get him his token back..." If she failed he'd have to call Samuel, and that... That would suck.

She bit her lip, looking Masterson's Massacre. "Alright! I'll do my best..." She said quietly, walking to it slowly. When she was in front of it, she shook it then kicked it. "C-Come on! Spit it out already!" She yelled after a few minutes of nothing. "Please?!" Suddenly, the game lit up and the coin came shooting out and rolls to the counter. "Huh... Odd." She picked it up and handed it to the boy, smiling sweetly. "Here you are, sorry for the wait."

The game flickered with the "Insert One Token," text and images of gunslingers popped up on the screen. The children had run off when the animation of Masterson appeared, "ouch... You kicked my game box you little harlet!" The animation wasn't all that happy with the shaking and kicking. Also that stollen Crazy Coin that she had taken from him, "do you feel that lassy?" A deep pressure descended on her, pushing her down to her knees. Her head began to feel like her skull was shrinking and she suddenly got a severe head ache. "I should kill you right now you disrespectful..." The Crazy Coin dropped from Mercy's pocket and the pressure stopped all at once, "unless you want to challenge me for your life???"

Mercy gasped and hung her head when the pressure started to build in her head. "I-I'm sorry! P-Please, let me go!" She closed her eyes tightly then slowly opened them when the pressure released her. She picked up the coin and looked up at him, nervous. "I-I have to play your game? Okay, I'll try. But if I loss? Then what? And I'm not a harlet! My name is Mercy..."

"You are whatever I say you are," the animation toss the girl foward slamming her into the game. As the coing slipped into the game the animation grinned, "beat one level I'll let you live, beat two and I'll leave you alone, beat all three and I'll tell the other Animations not to mess with ya..." All animations loved to play games, they also loved when people played THEIR games. And while it wasn't very probable that ALL the animations would leave her alone if Masterson told them to, most of they would... "To make things more interesting, the game lets you stop between each level, if you beat one and stop you live, but if you try to beat the second level and die, I kill you anyway!" The Animation laughed wildly but only Metcy could hear. "This should be fun lassy, wouldn't you say?"

She gulped but smiled at the animation as she pulled a pistol up and close to her. "Of course, real fun!" She lied and looked at the screen. "Let the game begin then, shall we?" She gripped onto the gun, making it shake and prayed that someone would help her. She smiled at the Smokey Saloon's appearance and prepared herself. She was good at shooting games, but she was never good at something under pressure. Hopefully, her luck could save her for once.

Instructions on the screen told Mercy that each gun had six shots in it, to reload the weapons, point off screen and pull the trigger. "Better dual wield harlet," Masterson laughed as he vanished into pixels, "your gonna need it!" His laughs echoed in her head as the pixelated Cowboys apeared on screen. Five little hearts on the screen appeared above the action and as the bad Cowboys cocked their guns to shoot Metcy may have noticed the two different kinds of cowboys. The ones with the black hats had revolvers and appeared quickly, shot at you and hid once again. Then the brown hats appeared with rifles, they took time to load and fire giving Mercy more time to shot them. Gun fire began to fill the screen and the five hearts turned to four hearts. This was not going to be an easy game...

Mercy took both of the pistols out in a hurry, managing to shoot down two rifle men before turning to reload. When she looked back to the screen, guns ready, her hearts were down to three and she almost started to panic. But she knew that she had to keep a level head about this, or she will loss. She inhaled slowly before focusing and fires. She hit two more rifle men and three revolver shooters. She was up to one heart when she finally killed the last one, her heart beating hard against her chest. "A-Am I done? I don't see anyone else..."

"Good shooting Partner," the electronic game voice said through the speakers. She had beaten the first Level of the game with but a single heart left. "Continue?" The voice asked, as it said this she may have felt a pixilated hand form on her left shoulder. "Yeah Harlet? You gonna continue???" Masteron let out a breath of cold air that sent a shiver down Mercy's spine. She could walk away a living soul, or try for round two, to get Masterson to leave her alone. With the way she was shooting she's never beat the game, not without more experience... But maybe if she was lucky she could concur the Gold Brick Bank.

She shivered, looking down at the guns in her hands. She smiled a little, her finger squeezing the triggers. "C-Continue? Sure!" She was about to push start again, then stops. She slowly put the guns down and ejected her coin out of the slot and turned around, her back to the arcade game. "I mean, no! I beat it so I can go. I'm sorry for hitting your game, but that coin wasn't yours. And its Mercy. M-E-R-C-Y." She paled a little after her little fit and crossed her arms. She knew that she was talking to one of the animations again, but this one threatened her.

"Mercy what on earth are you yelling about?" As Rams turned the corner the animation vanished once again. Rams tossed Mercy a broom, "quit goofing off and sweep the front area before the rush, it's almost three thirty!" He sighed, Rams knew exactly what had happened as soon as he realized what game she had been playing. Masterson's Massacre was home to one of the seven devils. Out of all the animations in the Arcade these seven were the most dangerous. They literally killed for a good time, "and please don't talk to the Animations..."

"B-But-! There was-! You didn't see-?!" She stopped, breathing in deeply again before giving him a small smile. "Sorry. I guess I'm still tired, that's all..." She walked past him, keeping her head down as she passed otgwe machines. She quickly started sweeping, trying to take her mind off of that incident. Maybe it was time for her to read up on the stories on the Crazy's Corner, but then again, maybe it was normal here for employees. From what she saw, she was the only one here, other than Ramsley. "Sir... Can we not hit the machines? I mean, it might mess with them or break them..." She had to keep her eyes away from him, afraid that he would fire her for playing into an animations game.

Rams kicked a game, "these games are sturdy enough to take a gentle kick it to be shaken up a bit..." He walked behind the counter, "but let me be very clear in the fact that if you kick, shake, or even play the wrong game at the wrong time," Rams opened a Dr. Pepper. "It could mean the end of your life." The manager took out a sheet of paper and wrote down some names on a list, this list consist of only a few of the seven devils games. But these were the only games Rams himself had been threatened by. When he was finished writing he circled the bottom game he had written down, "stay away from these games if it is at all possible!" He cleared his throat, and took a sip of soda, "it may just save your life..."

1. Masterson's Massacre
2. Arctic Hunter 2003
3. Black Beard's Sea Battle
4. Kings of Combat
5. Deadfall

She looked over the paper, humming to herself. "Then why did you tell me to shake up Masterson's game?" She looked up at him, paleing a small bit.

"All I meant was to get the crazy coin back," Rams said, rolling his eyes at her incompetence. "Animations get mad if their game isn't played at least once a day, but there is an exeption to that rule." He pointed to the last name on the list. "'Deadfall' is the hardest game in the Arcade, do not play it ever..." It was home to the worst animation of them all, and possibly the reason all of them were trapped here in the first place, but Rams didn't want to get into all of that now. "Just remember seven games in this arcade are haunted, the five I wrote down are the dangerous ones that I have been attacked by myself or have seen customers attacked by." He finished his Dr. Pepper and lit a cig, "just be careful, ok Mercy?" Rams was concerned about the safety of his new employee, but not enough to put it in his tone. Hopefully she'd take the warnings and stop talking to the Animations.

She nodded, sitting down and puts the note away. "Ill do my best, sir." She gave him a small smile before looking back to the games, tilting her head. She was curious about the games but she valued her life more.