The Frightful Fables of Fickle Faye - The True Last Episodes

:See also: The Frightful Fables of Fickle Faye
As a couple of you may know, my uncle Markus passed away on June 15, 2011. I haven't had much time to get online since then, what with making the funeral arrangements and everything.
I had gotten a phone call from my aunt, Harley Buskirk, some time in the late afternoon, telling me that uncle Markus had had a serious heart attack, and that he would need a transplant in order to live. She told me that he'd turned down the transplant and requested my presence at the hospital, so I could see him before his passing.
I arrived at the hospital teary-eyed, not ready to say goodbye to the man who had raised me since the age of eight, when my father was killed in a motorcycle accident. Upon arriving at his room, I kneeled beside his bed and took his cold, pale hand.
"Alana," he whispered shakily, "go home, and in the guest bedroom, in the third drawer down on the vanity, left side, there is a key. On the shelf above the bed, there is a box. Unlock it, and take its contents home. Valentin may view its contents with you, but no one else. Its effects are unpredictable."
I looked at him questioningly, and he told me that I mustn't doubt him, and that he loved me.
"I love you too, uncle Markus," I said shakily, as the light faded from his deep amber eyes.
I left the hospital, tears streaming down my face, and headed toward the large white house in the historical district of town, where I used to live with my uncle Markus and aunt Harley. I took my old house key and inserted it into the lock, hearing the familiar faint click before I turned the knob and walked inside.
The house smelled of incense and flowers, as usual. I took in the familiar scent, walking slowly toward the guest room on the second floor, the steps creaking as I made my way up. The hallway was dark, but I didn't bother turning on a light, and walked through the third door on the left side of the hallway.
Inside the room, I hit the switch, and the light flickered for a moment before fully coming to life, brightening the large room, the floral print on the bed's sheets standing out, so bright they hurt my puffy, teary eyes.
I followed uncle Markus's instructions as stated, and returned home with the small box, wanting to wait to open it until I got home, afraid of what it may hold inside.
When I walked through the door, my husband of four years, Valentin, was waiting for me on the couch. I had relayed the events of the afternoon to him as he listened sympathetically.
"So what is in the box?" He asked.
"I'm not sure yet," I answered, taking the key in my shaking hand and inserting it into the lock.
The lock clicked as I turned the key, and I lifted the lid to look at its contents. Inside the box was a DVD with the letters "FFoFF" written on it in green sharpie, and a note folded into a neat square. I thought for a moment, searching my memories for something, anything, that could tell me what the letters meant, when the name "The Frightful Fables of Fickle Faye" popped into my head. I shuddered and gasped, causing Valentin to ask "What is it?" the concern in his voice making his Bulgarian accent sound a bit stronger.
"The Frightful Fables of Fickle Faye," I whispered in shock, before explaining to my husband the show my uncle Markus produced years earlier. I unfolded the note, afraid of what it may say. Nervous, I asked Valentin to read the note aloud.
"My dear Alana,
If you are reading this note, I have passed, and you have followed my instructions. So far, so good, my child. I'm not sure if you remember, but quite some years ago, I had been working on a television show for children called The Frightful Fables of Fickle Faye, designed to teach kids life lessons with the scary stories. But I am afraid the show had gone too far. As you may remember, the final episode involved some extreme violence, causing the cancellation of the show. Well, Alana, there were two more episodes made, to start the new season, but unfortunately, legal issues with the studio prevented us from having a chance at redeeming ourselves, though these final episodes may not be what is considered appropriate for children. Alana, I am sorry if this brings back unpleasant memories, but you must watch these episodes. You must know the way the show truly ends.
The DVD I have left for you not only includes the final episodes, but some interviews with the cast and crew of the show. You must watch the entire disc. Every second of it.
Your loving uncle,
Markus Buskirk"
As Valentin read the note, shivers ran up and down my spine, an indescribable uneasiness settling on me.
I nervously stepped toward the television, DVD in my trembling hand, and pressed the open button on the player, and replacing the copy of Edward Scissorhands with the disc marked "FFoFF."
The video started automatically. Faye sat up on her bottom bunk, wiping the same glass eyes from the last episode as if waking up from a horrid nightmare. "Fabian. Fabian, wake up!" She insisted in her squeaky voice. Fabian jolted upright in surprise, then looked down at Faye, his eyes matching hers, besides them being a dark hazel while hers were bright green. "What is it, Faye?" He asked sleepily.
"I just had the worst dream, it was very frightening!" She said loudly. Clips from the final episode played, slightly distorted, as Faye's voice explained to Fabian the events of said episode.
"Wow, Faye, that is... frightening!" He said, staring at the camera ominously as he said the word "frightening."
Faye and Fabian then went to find their parents, whom had never been shown in the series thus far, eventually finding a note saying their parents were being held hostage by Insane Isaac, a villain from a previous episode.
Isaac was a mad scientist with 100 glass eyes on his oversized head, all of which looked in different directions, making it impossible to sneak past him. His weakness was his back, which was weak due to the burden of carrying that large head. To get past Isaac, you had to hit him in the spine with a heavy object, making him lean forward in pain. The weight of his head would keep him still for a moment until he could stand upright, then he would attempt to attack whoever was trying to ruin his plans with his various inventions. Isaac, though creepy, was one of my favorite characters, so I was both excited and nervous to see him return.
The twin puppets got their friends, Amy, Myla, and Damien, and left on their mission to find the missing parents of Fabian and Faye.
The episode continued much like any regular episode would, with the five puppets working together to figure out a plan. When they arrived at Insane Isaac's lab, the main characters sneaked through the door, and then saw Faye and Fabian's parents, who looked much like older versions of Faye and Fabian, chained to a wall.
The camera cut behind Faye, Fabian, Myla, Amy, and Damien, Issac's back facing them.
"I seeeee yoooou!" Issac said his catch phrase in his familiar eerie voice, reminding me of a cross between Ed Wynn and Tim Curry.
"Myla, go! Fabian yelled, shoving her toward Isaac as he turned around, biting Myla on the shoulder with his razor-sharp teeth, drawing a bit of blood and tearing and staining her shirt.
"Ow! Insanity has a price, Isaac, and you're gonna pay!" She yelled, picking up a metal bar off of a shelf and hitting Isaac in the spine, causing him to bend forward. Fabian and Damien ran forward to unchain the parents, known only as Ma and Papa.
Isaac managed to stand upright, then called "Minions, attack!" upon regaining his voice.
Isaac's minions, ranging from demons to five-headed dogs to flying cobras and everything in between, ran forward, attacking the seven other puppets. The battle went on, much less disturbing than I had feared, and upon the heroes winning, the episode ended with its usual, signature ending.
The next episode started, and I was excited to see it, thinking that the show had gotten back on the right track, but I was wrong. Very wrong.
The episode, from start to finish, was nothing more than beaten, battered versions of the puppets just staring. It started zoomed in extremely close, just Faye's green eyes in the frame, and started slowly zooming out, to where you could see her entirely. Her clothing was torn and bloodstained, her skin in the same condition, the stuffing showing through where the fabric of her skin was worn thin. Her hair was a matted mess, her usual pigtails taken out. The camera then moved to Fabian, who appeared to be crying, his clothes and skin in the same condition as Faye's. Fabian was trembling slightly, his hands twitching every few seconds. The camera then moved to Myla, whose right eye was missing, a tattered, ragged hole in its place, and her mouth sewn shut. Myla softly sobbed, the quiet sounds playing as though they were echoing through her throat. Damien was then shown, from the feet up. He was missing a leg, and when the camera reached his face, the leg that had been removed was stuffed down his throat, and a muffled coughing noise could be heard. Then, there was Amy. Amy was not in bad condition like the others, but there was a look of genuine hurt in her brown eyes, like she knew something far too horrid to say out loud. They said nothing, all they did was stare, and I got this horrid feeling, like I was really being watched. The episode continued for fifteen minutes, a static noise in the background growing louder and louder, a feeling of despair growing deep inside me and just exploding, causing me to collapse into Valentin's arms, sobbing. I was unable to watch the interviews with the cast and crew. I know I have to watch it soon, though. And as soon as I do, I will tell you what I've seen.
But to this day, that feeling remains, and the images of them, just staring blankly, beaten and battered, some in sadistic manners, has remained etched on my brain.
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