Chapter 98

I don’t remember much of the drive home. That kiss from Sunset hung in my mind like a cob web in a drafty old attic.

Why did she do it? Why did she say what she said? If she didn’t have feelings for me, then why was she acting the way she was? Was Rarity right? Did Sunset love me, but was too stubborn to admit that she was wrong about herself? Or was she just sending mixed messages to watch me squirm for her own personal entertainment?

I sighed as I pulled into the driveway, wondering how I was going to get through the day with all of these questions echoing endlessly inside my head. Luckily —although I didn’t know it yet— my girlfriends would come to the rescue and provide the necessary distraction to get my mind off of the previous night.

I entered the house to find the front room deserted. There was little time for me to wonder where they might have been though, for the sound of Rarity’s laughter could be heard from the far end of the hall.

As I made my way to the bedroom, I found myself quite taken aback by the pitch and intensity of the fashionista’s laughing. It was several octaves higher than I’d ever heard it; she sounded like she was short of breath. Whatever they were doing, Rarity was extremely amused by it.

After entering the bedroom and finding it empty, I realised they were in the bathroom, so I approached the doorway to see what they were up to—before I had the chance to notice what sounded like the trickling of liquid into the toilet.

What I saw was tremendously unexpected and quite frankly, disturbing.

Fluttershy, dressed only in her white tank top, was standing in front of the toilet; the teal tights that Sunset bought her in Niagara Falls were looped around one ankle, along with her panties. Her other leg was raised, stretched over the toilet with her foot resting on top of the tank.

Needless to say, she was nude from the hips down—and from where I stood, I had just about the clearest view imaginable of what she was doing; my jaw hung halfway to my knees as I watched the arc of sparkling, yellow liquid coming from between her legs and landing in the toilet bowl with a noisy, continuous splash.

Rarity was mostly out of view, aside from her legs. She was sitting on the side of the tub with her feet on the floor, clapping her hands and howling with delight.

Fluttershy turned to look at her girlfriend and raised her fists above her head, flexing her biceps. “GRRR! Look at me, Rare, I’m a MAN! This is how I go pee!”

Rarity leaned back, unable to catch her breath. “HHHHHHHHHHHHA! HAHAHA! Oh darling, HYSTERICAL! AH-HAHAHAHAHA! I cannot believe you’re actually doing it!”

Fluttershy replied with a giggle as she glanced down again to keep her aim steady. “You didn’t think I had it in me, huh?” she asked, turning back to Rarity. “Well I got some sour news for you, Ja-OH!”

That was when she noticed I was there.

Fluttershy gasped and covered her mouth, then she quickly brought her leg down and sat down on the toilet. Amazingly, she was able to pull this manoeuvre off without pissing all over the seat, which I’m embarrassed to say was slicker than anything I could ever pull off.

Watching me with wide eyes, she leaned forward and hugged her midsection, her cheeks glowing a deep scarlet as an awkward smile appeared on her face, lips crooked with embarrassment.

Rarity was quick to notice the sudden retreat into shydom, so she stifled her laughing. She leaned forward from the edge of the tub to peer around the corner, her face lit with anticipation, to see if someone was actually there, witnessing Fluttershy’s shenanigans.

Now, to be clear, when I rounded the corner and saw Fluttershy doing what she was doing, I was quite certain I could never be shocked like that again. Ever. When Rarity leaned forward and brought her head into view, however, I was proven completely, painfully wrong.

Once the trickle of Fluttershy’s business tapered off to a quiet conclusion, the three of us found ourselves staring each other down in utter silence. After glancing incredulously at one girl, then the other, I closed my eyes, shook my head, and without a single word, turned away and headed back to the front room.

When I was about halfway down the hall, I heard this:

“PPPFFT…HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

I sat in the middle of the couch, rolling my eyes as their laughter rang out from the bathroom, their voices laced together in demented glee. I gnawed at my lip, begrudgingly impressed on some level that these two seemingly innocent and overtly polite girls were able to let loose like this—meaning they possibly had even more fun that night than Sunset and I had.

Eventually, Fluttershy quietly padded her way around the couch with her hands folded in front. She sat quietly on my right. I kept my face forward, but shifted my eyes to watch her as she swept some hair from her face and hooked it behind her ear.

She cleared her throat. “Um…I’m sorry you had to see that, Goldie. We were just having a little fun, that’s all.”

“Uhh...it’s OK,” I replied, smirking at how kooky this girl really was when she wasn’t shackled down by self-consciousness. “I just wasn’t expecting to see…well, that.”

“Hm,” she giggled softly. “W-…we were getting a little carried away there, I guess.”

I nodded silently and then scratched my temple. “Uh, you know…we don’t piss like that, us guys. We don’t put our foot up on the tank and, uh…” I trailed off when I glanced over and found her big, teal eyes gazing back at me, gleaming with nothing but pure innocence. Sighing, I closed my eyes and shook my head. “You know what? Just…nevermind. It’s fine.”

I felt the cushion on my left compress and I turned to see Rarity sitting beside me, biting her lip nervously.

“Hi…”

“Hey…uh, Rare,” I replied, my eyes drawn upward to the inexplicable sight at the top of her head.

“Er…w-what d’you think?” she asked timidly, running a hand over her hair.

I took a deep breath and held it, considering how to respond. “Um...well,” I said, exhaling slowly. “It certainly answers the question that no one ever asked...like, ever.”

She raised a brow. “And that would be?”

“Uhh, that would be: ‘what does Rarity look like with cornrows?’”

“Ah. Well…” She cleared her throat quietly, and then looked off to her left as she fiddled with one of those indigo braids. “Do you…like it?”

I glanced at her again, furrowing my brow a bit. “I...I don’t really know. It’s kind of weird. Like, I can see your scalp showing between the rows, and...it’s really white.”

“That’s how it’s supposed to look, darling!” she said, giving my arm a playful slap.

I shrugged, finding myself at a loss for words.

“Well, do you like the beads at least?” she asked, swinging a handful of braids in front of her shoulder; they clattered together as she held them up for me to see. Each one was threaded through a row of beads, coloured in alternating blues and whites along each length.

“Those are pretty nice; yeah.”

Fluttershy spoke up. “I like it, Rare. You look like a tough, um…gangster.”

Rarity giggled and tilted her head, cocking a brow as she raised her hand and sliced it back and forth through the air like a rapper. “Yes-yes, I am quite corking, don’t you know; uh…er, motherfuckers!” She snorted, placing her hand on my shoulder as she tittered at herself.

“Actually Rare, I don’t know.” I pinched the bridge of my nose and shook my head. “Don’t do that again. Please.”

“Oh, come now!” she scowled, back-handing my arm. “My ‘street colloquialisms’ are nothing less than top notch!”

“I thought it sounded good, Rare,” Fluttershy interjected. “You, um, sounded just like a real thug.”

“That’s right, Fluttershy; you’ve got it!” Rarity replied, pumping her fist in the air. “Thug living!”

“Ugh! It’s thug life!” I huffed.

Rarity looked put-off by my outburst, and after a short pause, she folded her arms, pressing her lips firmly together. “If you didn’t like it, darling, you should’ve just said so.”

“Didn’t like what?”

“My hair, of course.”

I rubbed my forehead and exhaled noisily. “No, it’s got nothing to do with your hair. You just…you can’t talk ‘street’ for shit, Rare.”

She paused and then looked away, nose upturned. “Hm!”

I groaned, sitting back into the couch. “Fuck. Here we go with the drama.”

A few moments of tense silence passed, followed by a warm, yellow hand coming to rest on my thigh.

“Are you...OK, Goldie?”

I turned partway towards Fluttershy, but stopped short, keeping her just out of my view. “I don’t know,” I sighed, chewing my lip. “I had a weird night; I’m not really sure what to think about it.”

“Well…um, what happened?” the shy girl asked, leaning against my shoulder with hers.

I stared ahead, pondering to myself about the night. Finding myself unsure of where to begin explaining what happened, the ambition to find a way to articulate my feelings into words came up short, so I just sighed humbly and glanced at Rarity.

“I’m sorry, Rare,” I said, reaching over to squeeze her thigh. “I didn’t mean to snap at you.”

She exhaled slowly and turned, glaring at me with a raised brow.

“You look beautiful, as always…” —I paused, looking down at my lap as I continued quietly— “and...when you talk ‘street,’ you sound hard as fuck.”

Her expression softened. After a brief pause, she rolled her eyes and sighed, unfolding her arms. “Oh darling,” she groaned, resting her cheek on my shoulder. “How could I possibly stay mad at you when you say such sweet things?”

“I dunno.” I continued staring into the darkness of the room.

“So? What happened, anyway?” Rarity closed her eyes and threw her head back dramatically, placing the back of her hand against her forehead. “When you burst through the door like her knight in shining armour, did Sunset swoon and confess her love for you?” she asked, adding that extra hint of dramatic flair.

“Not exactly.”

“Um, what do you mean?” Fluttershy asked.

“Well…I couldn’t get her to admit it,” I said, rubbing my chin, “but...I think you guys might actually be right about her.”

*****

Saturday morning had arrived.

Friday had come and gone as usual, aside from Rarity realising that it was well after 6:00am before she left Fluttershy’s house for work. She was in a bit of a tizzy, of course, since leaving so late meant that making the hour drive back to town and changing her clothes would afford her no time to remove the cornrows from her hair and still be at the boutique for 7:30.

I managed to get her calmed down before she left, however, reasoning that the hairstyle might be a good thing for her. It would demonstrate to her customers that she was conscious of an impressive range of styles and that it was a good way to advertise her wide array of talents.

I had no idea if any of this was true, but it was all I could think of to get her settled down so she would go.

Rarity was absent on Friday night; apparently she had a late-week surge of orders to fill, so she was obligated to stick around the boutique, catching up on that.

Nevertheless, it was now Saturday morning, which made me happy because Fluttershy didn’t have to go to work and leave me alone—for the first time in five days. The sun was up, the animals were fed, breakfast was had and cleaned up, and now it was time for the shy girl and me to sit down and take a crack at beating Mega Man 9 once and for all.

She aimed the remote to turn the TV on while giggling through the conversation we were having about the other night.

“I’m sorry you had to walk in on that, Goldie; it must have been such a shock for you.”

“Yeah well...I’m sorry, but you two can’t be alone together anymore.” I let out a chuckle. “Ha! Just kidding. Actually, it made me think about the night I met you: how back then you wouldn’t even come out and eat supper with us, and then there you were the other night: pissing standing-up while flexing your muscles like some kind of roid-freak.”

Fluttershy blushed and covered her face. “Oh goodness! I…honestly, I don’t know what came over me that night!”

“Nah, it’s cool,” I replied, waving her off as I headed around the couch to make my way towards the kitchen. “I mean, sure, I was a little put-off by it at the time, but in retrospect it was kind of cute seeing the two of you let loose a little. Plus, it made me feel better about hanging out with Sunny all night.”

“Oh,” she replied, picking up the Wiimote. “You don’t have to feel bad about that. Besides, me and Rare just felt like being crazy that night; we just, um, you know...wanted to have fun.”

“Heh! Did Cyndi Lauper happen to stop by?” I joked.

Fluttershy paused. “Who?”

“Cyn-...she-…nevermind.” I shook my head, reminding myself that Fluttershy was younger than I remembered—something I often overlooked when making bad jokes with her. “Anyway, go ahead and get the game ready, Flutters. I’ll be right there. I’m just gonna make me some coffee up in this bitch,” I said as I approached the counter. “You want one?”

“Um, no thank you.”

The previous Saturday had seen my efforts at having a nice, strong Cup of Joe thwarted by Applejack —although the day turned out pretty interesting in the end— but this weekend, right now, I was bound and determined to have that steaming mug in my hand. Nothing was going to stop m-

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

“FUCK!” I threw my hands in the air. I hadn’t even had a chance to turn the machine on yet.

“Who…who could that be?” Fluttershy asked, looking over the back of the couch nervously.

“I don’t fuckin know. I’ll get it. You stay put.” I headed for the door, grumbling to myself as I reached for the doorknob. Which one of these bitches wants eternal life this time? Ooh! I hope it’s Pinkie; I’d be SO down with putting my face between those big ole titt-

When the door was opened, I stopped.

I didn’t know who this person was: a middle-aged man, dressed in a brown delivery uniform, holding a fairly large package under one arm.

“Good morning!” he greeted with a smile, adjusting his glasses. “I have a package here for a Mr. Arrow?”

“Uh…” I paused and shook my head, not expecting this on a Saturday morning. “Yeah, that’s…that’s me, actually.”

“Ah,” he smiled, presenting the box to me.

What is this? I glanced at the shipping label, but he spoke again, prompting me to look up at him before I had a chance to read it.

“I just need a piece of photo ID, if you don’t mind.”

“Oh…sure.” I reached behind me to pull out my wallet, then I produced my ‘official’ driver’s licence and handed it to him. I glanced over his shoulder, noticing only Fluttershy’s car and my truck parked in the driveway.

“Where’s your truck?” I asked, as he studied the ID.

“Out on the road,” he replied, furrowing his brow.

“Oh.” I nodded. “Didn’t know you guys worked weekends.”

“Not usually,” he sighed, handing my licence back to me. “I’m sorry, Mr. Arrow. The address on this ID doesn’t match the one on the package.”

“What?” I replied, checking the license for myself. “Oh, that’s because this one has the address for my shop.” I faced him again, holding the card up to show the picture. “Still, it’s my ID; you can tell that’s me on there.”

He shook his head. “That’s not good enough. I can’t release the package to you until we sort out the address discrepancy first.”

“Ugh...” I rolled my eyes. “Wait a minute; I don’t even know what this is. Who’s it even from?”

He held the box out again so I could see the label.

My eyes widened when I saw who the sender was. “Oh shit! This is the, uh…Wow, that came fast!” I clapped my hands one time, gritting my teeth with excitement. “Fuck yeah, Sunny’s gonna be fuckin stoked!”

Without thinking, I reached for the package, but the delivery man quickly withdrew it. “Whoa! Hang on, sir; I can’t let you have this.”

Caught off-guard by the rebuff, I gave him a sharp glare, feeling my earlobes heat up. “Come on, man. Don’t be a douche,” I insisted, my frustration building quicker now that I knew what was in the package.

He raised a brow at me. “Listen, Mr. Arrow: regardless of what you think of me, the address on your ID does not match the one on the package, and I cannot release it without proof of your residency at this address.”

“Who gives a shit? You can see by the photo and the name that it’s me,” I countered.

“I give a shit,” he replied. “To be fair, the address on the package doesn’t even belong to you; it’s actually registered to a Miss Fluttershy.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “How do you know that?”

“It’s in our system.” He raised his hand at me. “Listen, I’m just doing my job. I don’t make the rules here, so don’t get frustrated with me, OK?”

“Alright,” I breathed deep, brought my hands together slowly and touched my fingertips to my chin as I resisted the urge to throw this little man into a treetop. “I really need this package, OK? So...what do you need me to do so I can have it?”

“Is the owner of this residence home?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, she can confirm the address —with a photo ID, of course— and she can give verbal confirmation of your residence here as well.”

“Oh fuck!” I slapped the side of my head. “Why didn’t you just say so?” I turned my head partway. “Hey Flutters?”

“Mm-hm?” she replied softly as the delivery man leaned to the side, peering past me into the house.

“Could you be a sweetheart and please tell this guy that I am who I am?” I asked, looking back at him. “Apparently his eyes and brain can’t comprehend things on their own.”

The delivery man shifted his sights onto me, then he rolled his eyes and shook his head.

Just then, I heard the deepest gasp I had ever witnessed, and I quickly turned to see if the shy girl had in fact inhaled the couch. She was standing next to the armrest, having made it only partway to the door; her eyes were wide as saucers, and she was covering her mouth with both hands, making me wonder what could have put her into such a state of shock.

Finally, she lowered her hands to speak. “M-…M-M-Mr. Ingram?”

Huh? I turned back to face him. His face was lit up with elation, and he took it upon himself to step past me and enter the house, slipping the brown uniform hat off to reveal a bald head. He held his arms out, laughing uncontrollably as he watched Fluttershy’s eyes tear up, bright and full of excitement.

“Y-you’re alive!?” she squealed, placing her hands on her cheeks. “I…I can’t believe it! Is it really you?”

“It’s me, Fluttershy,” he nodded. “It’s really me.”

She gasped a second time, as if her brain had finally accepted what her eyes were showing it, and she charged forward with her arms outstretched. “EEEEEEEEEEK!” She squealed like a little girl at a princess birthday party as the two of them came together in a tight embrace, Fluttershy lifting her heel behind her as she hugged the shorter man tightly, sobbing with joy.

I stood with my back to the door, brows raised and jaw dropped as I watched the reunion, finally realising who this man was.

How did he survive?...And how did he find us?

They separated after a long hug, Fluttershy sniffling with delight as they stared at each other, forcing themselves to comprehend being in one another’s presence again.

“You look amazing,” said Ingram, holding her by the shoulders. “I mean...your hair, your face! And your clothes—you don’t look anything like I expected. After looking like you’d been living in a sewer for the past decade, this is just…my god! And your eyes…” —he shook his head in disbelief— “your eyes are so bright and full of life! I can hardly recognise you; I can’t believe you’re the same girl I met down in that dank shit-hole.”

“Oh, um…th-thank you,” she sobbed, lips trembling as she wiped her eyes with the heel of her hand. “But…that wasn’t me in that base; um, that was FS1.”

Ingram drew a breath and then nodded, releasing the exhale slowly. “Yes. I remember.”

Fluttershy smiled. “Well…sh-she’s gone now—for good. Thank goodness, too; she made me do awful things to people, even the ones I love. And thanks to those same people, she died that night in Rarity’s bathroom, just a few hours after I got home.”

“And…I take it you’re happy about that?” Ingram asked.

The shy girl nodded. “Oh my, of course I am! There’s no place in this world for FS1. She was a monster, and she needed to go away. But now she’s gone, and I’m back home, with my animals…and my friends.”

Ingram let a long, quiet breath out through his nose and took a moment to look around Fluttershy’s home, taking in the details of the wooden walls, floors and ceilings; the large, well-used couch with the big TV in front of it, displaying the outdated Wii menu that awaited the attention of its next player; the rustic, heavy looking table, surrounded by the quaint, but efficient-looking kitchen; all of it was so peaceful and lovely, and every detail absolutely screamed Fluttershy.

“Huh,” he chuckled, looking back at her. “You know, before I found you here, I always wondered what kind of place you would call home, and this…” —he smiled and shook his head— “this is exactly what I pictured; not that cold, dark prison. This is where you belong. It’s absolutely perfect.”

“Oh…” She paused and smiled, a tear rolling down one cheek, leaving a faint, glistening line of mascara in its wake. “But...it’s because of you that I’m here right now, Mr. Ingram. You set me free. You gave me my life back.”

“I only set you free, Fluttershy. Fighting your way out? Getting yourself home? You did that on your own, and you should be proud of yourself for it.”

The smile disappeared from her face suddenly, and she covered her mouth with both hands. “Oh, th-the base! I…I blew it up with you inside —at least…I thought I did— but, I-I thought I killed you. I felt SO awful about it!” she began to sob. “I’m so, so sorry! I didn’t want to do it, b-but there was a storm, a-and I couldn’t-“

Ingram quickly pulled her into another hug. “Shh, sh-sh-sh. You don’t need to feel bad about that. You did the right thing. That place had to go. You knew you were the only one who could do it, and you did it, even though it hurt, knowing I was still in there.”

“I…I know. It made me sick to-“

“You,” Ingram cut in, “are the single bravest person I know, Fluttershy. I am so proud of you for what you’ve accomplished, and you should be, too.”

A cold breeze hit my back as I stood by the door, dumbfounded, watching the scene unfold. I looked over my shoulder, realising the door had been left open, so I reached back and swung it shut, then headed towards to the reunion.

I walked quietly around them and stopped behind Fluttershy; the package was still in Ingram’s hand, which was now being held behind Fluttershy’s back during the embrace.

“Can I just…?” I tentatively gripped the end of the box. “I’m just gonna...take this…” I pulled gently, but Ingram had a tighter grip on it than expected. A second, more powerful yank proved successful, plucking the package from his hand with ease.

I carried it back to the table and tore the end open, peering inside to see if it was the thing I was hoping for. I clenched my fists excitedly when I saw that it was, and I threw my head back in celebration. “Yes! Thank you, Chupie!”

Without moving, Ingram spoke to me over Fluttershy’s shoulder. “There’s a fourty-two dollar brokerage fee on that, just so you know.”

“Yeah. Hilarious,” I replied, turning back to face them.

Ingram sighed against Fluttershy’s shoulder and shook his head. “Who is this college dropout, anyway?”

College dropout? I thought to myself, scowling.

“Oh!” Fluttershy backed out of the hug suddenly, covering her mouth. “How rude of me, I haven’t introduced you two!” She gestured my way, prompting Ingram to turn and face me with an unimpressed glare. “Mr. Ingram, this is um, Golden Arrow.”

The short, middle-aged man and I stood and stared silently at one another, both reluctant to say anything, having gotten off on the wrong foot at the door.

Fluttershy stamped her foot softly and waved me over. “Goldie! Come here and shake his hand!”

“Oh,” My eyes widened and I stepped closer to him with my hand outstretched, realising right then just how pussy-whipped I really was. “Sorry about that,” I said as he took my hand and shook it, “that whole…’douche’ thing; I...didn’t realise who you were.”

“Well,” he inhaled slowly, “I was kind of in disguise.”

“True, true.”

Fluttershy smiled, looking back and forth between us. “There. That’s nice.”

“Uh...” I released his hand to scratch the back of my head. “I guess I should probably thank you for…you know, setting Flutters free. Heh, you sure saved me and Sunny a lot of work.”

“Oh?” Ingram cocked his head with interest.

“Um, Goldie and my other friend are the ones who met me at those coordinates,” Fluttershy explained to Ingram. “And…they were the ones who brought me home.”

His eyebrows rose. “Ah, I see. Well, it sure was nice of you to travel all the way out there to meet her.”

I shrugged. “Nah, we were already out there, trying to figure out a way into the base.”

Ingram looked confused. “Uh…I’m sorry, what? You were trying to get into the base? To rescue her?” he asked, pointing at Fluttershy.

“Yeah,” I muttered. “It wasn’t going so well.”

“Well yeah, I can imagine,” Ingram replied. “No one —and I mean NO ONE— ever got in there; not unless they were invited.”

I nodded and reached into my pocket in search of my phone.

Ingram rubbed his brow, looking confused. “I still don’t understand. What were you doing trying to break into the ‘Us’ base?”

“Um, Goldie is like me,” Fluttershy replied. “He can’t get hurt, plus...he’s really good at stuff like that.”

Ingram looked at the shy girl in surprise. “You mean...he’s one of you?”

“Mm-hm.” Fluttershy nodded. “He was the first, actually. And…I know he looks young, but…he’s a lot older than you think. Like, a lot older.”

Ingram turned to look at me again, rather analytically. “Now wait a minute,” —he raised a hand and closed his eyes— “don’t tell me...you’re the-“

I raised my index finger to interrupt him, looking down at my phone. “One sec; I’m texting my peeps.”

ME: U better get ur ass out here, pronto

I lowered my phone and looked at Ingram again. “Sorry about that, I-“

My phone buzzed.

RARITY: What is it?

I took a moment to answer her.

ME: We have a visitor that u need to meet

RARITY: Who?

ME: U’ll see. Just get out here ASAP

When I lowered my phone again, Ingram was rubbing his chin, his brow cocked impatiently.

“Sorry, yeah. I’m, uh-” My phone buzzed again, so I took a quick glance at it.

RARITY: On my way

“Anyway,” I continued, looking back up at him, “yeah, if you’ve worked for the American government at all, then I’m sure you’ve probably heard of me.”

Ingram nodded. “I heard stores —or legends, really— about something; some ancient being that has been alive for centuries, that cannot be killed, cannot be captured…” He paused for a moment, bringing a closed hand to his chin as he studied me some more. “I knew he was involved with Miss Fluttershy in some way, but I’m having a hard time believing he’s...you.”

I shrugged. “I don’t know what to tell you.”

My phone buzzed.

“Whoop, hang on.” I brought my phone up to read it.

It was a reply from the other recipient of my original message.

SUNSET: Can it wait? Im kinda in the middle of sumthing here

“Fuck sakes, Sunny,” I whispered, shaking my head.

ME: Fine. Just get here whenever u can

I slipped my phone into my pocket. Then I clapped my hands and rubbed them together, looking at Ingram. “OK, so…you don’t believe us? You need some proof, or what?”

Ingram raised a brow. “You mean other than that fake driver’s licence?”

Author's Notes:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PIb6AZdTr-A

This song, man...like what the fuck!? Seriously! Why’d the Cornflakes fall over? No one even touched them!

Although, side note: I didn't expect to see Lon Chaney Sr. in this video. I’ll give it points for that. (Hunchback of Notre Dame, 1923; seen @ 1:53)
More on him later.