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Welcome to Futakuchi's Fright Fest Extravaganza! This Halloween Season, we here at Futakuchi's want to bring the best creeps, crawls, spooks, and scares from East and West! Due to the recent notoriety and popularity of a certain game parodying the "Chucky Cheeze" brand of kid-themed restaurants, we've brought in our own creepy animatronics, and, thanks to recent strides in technology, we've been able to give them the ability to walk around, drawn by sound, to randomly scare the customers. Coupled with ghosts and goblins from the east, "Kitsune - fox demons" "Yuri's" and half-dead women in white, along with more commonly American ghosts, and ghouls, we hope to make this year's attraction the talk of the country!
Your job is to man the night shift. We've had some vandalism and theft issues, so sit back in your office, watch the monitors, and pretend you're playing that oh-so-famous popular horror game! (Minus the jump scares and death.) Happy Halloween!
"Fuckers," Jack muttered to himself, as he pinched the bridge of his nose in irritation, crumpling up the welcome missive to his new job. "That's 'Futakuchi-onna's' first off, dumb-asses, and secondly, it's 'yureis' not 'yuris' you fucking weeaboos. If you're gonna make a Halloween attraction crossing Japanese and American horror, at least get your shit right! And thanks for ruining my favorite game by dragging it into your bullshit, you assholes!" He growled, throwing the balled-up paper against the wall. To be fair, the place was pretty awesome. With realistic animatronics, A-grade horror movie makeup on the live actors, and a metric shit ton of realistic props and dolls, it was nearly impossible to tell what in this place was capable of moving or not. Or for that matter, if it moved if it was living or not. And while the American-based attractions were, as was sadly typical, filled out with blood, gross-out factors, and shock value, the Japanese-based attractions actually went for a creeping dread factor, a sense of true terror. Creeping mist, shadows, and a sense, in certain sections, that something was hunting you. However, that was about where the good points ended for this 'Asian-Fusion' haunted house. Based on the name of the place, you'd think they'd have at least one Futakuchi-Onna, a woman with another mouth hidden under her hair, but nope. What they called a "Futakuchi" was actually just a yurei with crazy, wild hair, and even THAT they were trying to pawn off as the equivalent of a "White Lady" ghost, mixed with that "Grudge" and "The Ring" idea that these ghosts would kill anything that moved... which, a little research would've told them that... that wasn't always the goddamned case! It really didn't even seem like they knew what the name of their haunted house meant, they just wanted some alliteration to go with "Fright Fest!" Because... yeah. Gaming references. Woo. Fuckers.
On top of all this other bullshit, there was one particular, peculiar aspect of this place. When he'd been given the grand tour of the place earlier, just before closing, he'd spotted a young girl made up to look like a "nekomimi" style kitsune. Multiple tails, ears sticking out from under her long red hair. She was incredibly cute, actually, in a disturbingly creepy sort of way. For one thing, it was impossible to tell how old she was, but the way the straps of her white sundress fell off of her shoulders, it almost seemed like they were trying to sexual the character, which again, was... more than a little disturbing. During the tour, he'd seen her several times, popping up at random through the sprawling maze, so he wasn't even sure if she was an animatronic, or an actress, but there were times, he swore, it felt like she was watching him. But when no one else mentioned her as being out of the ordinary, he just... let it go. Didn't ask. It wouldn't do to admit that something in his new job had unsettled him. Leaning back in the crappy office chair, he flicked on his smartphone, mindlessly throwing up a couple of creepy fan songs devoted to one of his favorite video games. Thank you, Spotify. Cracking into a cold can of soda, he downed some and looked around the sparse office. There were posters everywhere, and damn they were creepy. He frowned, tilting his head slightly to the side, as one hand tapped the volume on his phone down slightly. He'd thought he heard something coming from the computer headset, which ran the sound portion of the video feed for the security cameras that routed through the company computer. Turning to flick through the various camera feeds, he stopped pausing on one camera in particular. There, in one of the American-themed rooms, on an empty table that usually held a "severed head" via an actor, sat the kitsune girl, smiling and waving straight into the camera.