Well, everyone, it's here. The last book in the Soul tetralogy. I want to thank you all for sticking with me on this wild ride of a series. It was a lot of fun, but alas, like all good things...it has to come to an end. I will warn you all...this fic will be the darkest out of all of them. Hence why I called it Demons. There will be cliffhangers, shockers, 'oh my God, did that really just happen!?' moments, and 'EVIL!' moments galore. But in the end...well...I think I'll just let you all find out. This story takes ten years after Soul: Guardian Angel. And now, without further ado, I give you Soul: Demons.

Oh, and I'd suggest reading Soul: Backstage Stories-Over My Dead Body before reading this one as it has a few elements that tie into this story.

Chapter 1

He leaned his head against his mother's chest, listening to her singing as she gently combed his wild red tangle of hair.

"On winds and waters may you cross…see mountains white and blue," his mother sang quietly, her low voice haunting and yet soothing at the same time, "Yet on your road, let's not forget, the love I have for you…"

Suddenly, the boy's mother froze, gasping. He looked up at her.

"Mama?" he asked, hopping off her lap as his mother began to tremble, "Mama…"

His mother groaned, doubling over in pain as her form glowed, turning brighter and brighter…he smelled smoke as the area became almost unbearably hot. When the light dimmed, his mother no longer stood in front of him…but instead, a nightmarish form of a golden bear with sharp fangs took her place.

"Mama…" he stammered, backing up as the bear gave an almost hysteric laugh.

"I-I-I-It's me…" she grinned before giving a shrieking roar and leaping at him, claws ready to rip through him as her teeth were bared and ready to rend…

"NO!" Robby Schmidt shrieked as he sat up in his bed, eyes wide as he looked at his surroundings.

The light flicked on and a tall, slender man with silver-streaked blond hair and silver eyes walked tiredly into the room.

"Another one?" the man asked.

"Y-Yeah…sorry, Dad," the boy murmured.

The man gave a slight, sad smile and sat down on the bed, putting a worn hand on his adopted son's bare back.

"Don't worry about it, lil' Capt'n," Jeremy Fitzgerald told him, hugging the boy close, "It's only a nightmare,"

Robby looked at his father in amusement and then in annoyance as Jeremy ruffled the boy's red hair.

"Dad…I'm not little anymore," he griped, "I'm sixteen,"

"You're always gonna be my lil' Capt'n," Jeremy teased, "Your Uncle was the Capt'n, your mother was the First Mate…and she always called you lil' Capt'n,"

The teenager gave a soft smile and picked up his locket, opening it and letting the sweet, gentle melody play as he listened. Jeremy ruffled the boy's hair and hugged him.

"I miss her," Robby finally muttered, to which Jeremy shut his eyes and hugged the boy closer.

"I do too," Jeremy told him, "But, in a way…I'm glad she's gone,"

Robby shot him a shocked look and Jeremy halted his barrage of questions with a hand.

"I'm glad she's gone…because I have you to help me remember her," he told him, "If your mother were here…I probably wouldn't be,"

Robby gave the little crooked half-smile that reminded Jeremy painfully of Mike. It'd been ten years since she died, but it felt as if it were yesterday that Jeremy was holding Mike's dying form in his arms.

"Dad?"

Jeremy looked at the boy. Robby had seen the ghosts, that was true Mike had promised him before she died that she'd see him again and according to Robby's namesake, she had. That…and there was the whole Charlie incident…but that's a story for another time. The sad thing was…Robby just believed that seeing his mother's ghost was nothing more than a six-year old's way of coping with her death. He didn't believe in ghosts just like his Aunt Kayle.

"I'm ok," Jeremy told him.

"Uh huh…" Robby deadpanned.

"Besides missing part of my brain, I'm fine," Jeremy chuckled, ruffling Robby's hair before getting up, "Now, you get some sleep…school tomorrow, remember?"

He gave a wry smile as he looked at his adopted son.

"Besides…your girlfriend is going to be coming to see us tomorrow…need to get that room cleaned," he teased.

"Daaaaaad!" Robby groaned, "Max isn't my girlfriend! She's just a friend,"

"Uhuh…according to your aunts…that's what your mother said about him,"

Robby's eyes flashed, but he knew what his father meant.

"Good night, lil' Capt'n," Jeremy told him, getting up and leaving.

"Good night, Dad,"

Meanwhile, far, far away from the little family, things…were just starting to turn nightmarish.

Emily was curled up in a corner, trying to sleep, but her own mind was restless. The black and white spirit's eyes opened and she looked up at the ceiling in annoyance.

"Having trouble sleeping, dearest Emily?"

Emily's eyes went from clouded with sleep to clear with fear and anger. The stormy grey eyes lasered in on the slender, lithe figure in front of her.

"Why are you here?" Emily demanded, eyes blackened as the figure smirked and gave a frozen, poisoned honey laugh.

"Oh, I can't just see you?" the Marionette pouted.

"What do you want!" Emily snarled, shaking as tendrils of blue light snapped from her fingertips.

"It's not what I want…" the Marionette purred, "It's what you failed to do as Puppet Master,"

Emily blinked rapidly, "I…I don't understand…"

"You've lost control of your puppets, dearest Emily," the Marionette told her, "how about I show you how it's done?"

"What…" Emily stammered, trying to get up and get away as the Marionette stalked towards her, "No! No, stay back!"

Right as the clock struck midnight and Emily's form burst into smoke, being pulled towards the Marionette.

"This is getting ridiculous," Matt growled, trying to grab one of the little minions as all three went in different directions, "We promised we wouldn't make a mess here! Stop running around!"

They'd been moved to yet another location, the original location from 1987, earlier in the day…and the minions couldn't move around until the movers had left.

"Is that the security office?!" one chirped, running towards it, "Wow! That's so cool!"

"I wanna bite the security guard!" another squealed, racing towards the back with his brother while the third raced in another direction.

"PIZZA!" he squeaked…right as Matt swept them all up into his furry arms and plunked them down.

"You all get back here!" Matt growled, his glowing gaze painting a blue sheen over the triplets, "No more running. Larry, we are not going to bite anyone, hear me?!"

"Awwww!" Larry pouted.

"Not cool, Dad!" the first griped.

"It's not my job to be cool, Curly," Matt said.

"But…pizza!" the youngest whined, reaching.

"We'll get some later, Mo," Matt told him as the little foursome walked down the hall to meet up with Sam and Amanda, "Sorry I'm late,"

"Well, with three Stooges to work with, I kinda understand the delay," Sam joked.

"Hi, Auntie Chica! Hi, Uncle Bonnie!" Larry chirped.

"I'm hungry!" Mo screeched, eyes flashing black.

"I think you might want to feed him," Amanda pointed out.

"Dinosaur!" Curly squealed pointing at Sam.

Sam's ears twitched in annoyance as Amanda tried not to laugh.

"I'm a bunny," Sam deadpanned, leaning a little closer…

Right as Curly grabbed his ear and yanked.

Sam gave a screeching hiss as Curly yanked…and gave an even louder shriek when the little bear sank his teeth into it.

"CURLY!" Matt yelled, swatting the cub across the rump, "Why did you do that?"

"Chocolate bunny!" Curly whined.

"Where!?" Mo yelled.

"NO!" Matt growled, "You do not bite your uncle Bonnie! Or eat him…"

He shot a look at the rabbit. He'd found out that Sam and Amanda's friendship had progressed into something more. He'd given his blessing…but he still was performing the role of 'protective big brother'…with some help from Robby.

"But if he makes your Aunt Chica cry…then by all means, dinner's served," Matt threatened.

Mo turned to Amanda.

"Did Uncle Bonnie make you cry, Auntie Chica?" he asked innocently.

"NO!" Sam yelped.

"No, um…Mo?" Amanda asked.

"Great job, you told Mo apart from his brothers," Matt grinned, "I still can't see how you guys all get them mixed up,"

"It's not as easy as it looks," Amanda growled.

"It's easy," Matt shrugged, pointing at each of the minions, "Larry, Curly and that's Mo,"

"C'mon, Fred," Sam grumbled, "Not even Goldie can tell them apart…Spring can't either and he's the second oldest,"

"You all are hopeless," Matt snorted, walking towards the end of the hall and seeing a tall form at the end of the hall, "Hey, that Emily?"

"I think so," Sam nodded, "What's she just standing there for?"

"I don't know," Matt shrugged, "C'mon, let's go find out,"

The group all walked towards the still spirit, Matt holding the hands of two of his 'boys' while the third was piggybacking on him.

"Emily, what's going on?" Amanda asked as they stopped, "what are you doing?"

"Something…I should have done a long time ago," the black and white spirit whispered.

"What?" Matt questioned, looking at her, "Emily, I don't…"

The other spirit turned around and pointed at the bear…and Matt's words suddenly choked off.

"What's goin' on…" the minions asked, before they too were cut off.

"Matt? Everything ok?" Amanda breathed, putting a wing on Matt's shoulder…just to get an icy-cold laugh from the other spirit.

"Ever-everything is just fine," the brown spirit beamed, bearing his sharp teeth in a grin, "Nothing t-t-t-to worry a-a-ab-abo-help me!-about, Chica,"

Amanda's violet eyes flashed in fear as she turned towards the Marionette, who turned it's silver and black gaze on her.

"Sam…run!" Amanda shrieked, turning to bolt, only to freeze midstep, violet eyes flooding with black as she gave a chilling laugh, "While you still can, B-B-B-please run!-Bonnie…"

"I'm out," Sam breathed, teleporting away and into the repair room where Robby sat in the corner.

"Sam?" he blinked, "What's wrong? You looked scared…"

"Emily's lost it," he explained, "She's already got Matt and Amanda…Robby, they're gonna kill the guard,"

"She can't control them," Robby explained, "Mike tore out the chips, remember?"

"And then Emily got upgraded," came a soft voice from the back.

Both spirits turned to see a golden shape limp out. Sam shuddered as he saw the new and 'improved' Mike. The golden bear bore the same fangs that all the spirits shared, her legs were stripped from the knee down, very barely exposing the charred boots on Mike's human body, coupled with the fact that she didn't have 'normal' eyes, only two tiny golden pinpricks in inky black…she was terrifying.

"It's only a matter of time before she gets us too," Mike sighed, her legs trembling as she slid down the wall.

"Don't say that," Sam snapped, "I will not kill again! Never again…Mike…you don't know what it's like! I won't do it again…"

"Oh, Bonnie, you're acting like our game is a bad thing!" the Marionette's voice purred as she, Freddy and Chica all three stood in the door…along with three little minions standing next to Freddy.

Sam teleported away, making the Marionette growl in frustration.

"Ah, never mind…I'll catch him soon enough," she smiled before turning to the last siblings, "Oh, Gold…I have to say, the new look is quite terrifying,"

Mike twitched and her gaze turned lighter as she glared at the other spirit.

"Can't say much for you, Marionette," Gold sneered before looking at Robby, "See ya!"

She thrust out her paw and Robby yelped as his form vanished in a wisp of shadow.

"You poor fool…don't you realize what you've done?!"

Gold twitched and Mike smiled as she took control again.

"We gave him a chance to run," she whispered, closing her eyes, "Do your worst, Slenderman reject,"

The Marionette snarled, raising her hand and clenching it, making Mike gasp, clawing at her throat as the Marionette lifted her off the ground without touching her.

"Feisty little thing, aren't you, Gold?" Marionette hummed, slamming the golden spirit to the floor, "You'll be an excellent addition to our family…I believe I said that once before,"

Mike gave a scream as Gold's astral projection knelt down next to her, putting a hand on her back.

"K-K-Kill u-u-u-us," Mike stammered, eyes flickering as Gold's form wavered, "G-G-Gold…s-s-s-s-switch!"

Gold gave a nod and flicked the power switch…and Mike's eyes shut off as the Spring Suit went dormant.

So, this was definitely fun for me to write. I wouldn't be expecting much more...maybe one more chapter until I get to see some actual gameplay. I had a lot of inspiration here, and most of it was written up already...so yeah, until August, you might not be getting much.

The group moves around a lot...right now they're in the second game's location until they can be moved. There is a guard to watch over them...everything will be explained next chapter, I promise, guys.

Also, I had an idea, I've seen this done on this sight and I admit, I'm kinda stealing the idea from the others who have done it. But, I'm thinking about doing a 'Ask/Dare' fic on this site for Soul. The rules would be that you have to send me your asks and dares via PM or on my Deviantart account, because I can't use them otherwise. And once I got them, I'd write my characters reaction to them. Let me know what you think/PM me asks and dares if you want to see (you can even ask me questions too if you'd like).

I hope you guys liked it, if you did send in the reviews! (Along with ideas because I will need them eventually!) :)

Qui vállë tóquetë, ván tecë (If no review comes from y'all; no story comes from me)

Máriessë ar mára tecië

Farewell and fair writing

Elhini Prime signing off.