Night at the Museum stuff

actually I’m not done yapping about NatM yet because imagine spending 52 YEARS locked up in a tiny box, fully conscious every single night, slamming on the lid for someone to let you out. And when they finally do, it’s just because they need something from you. You find out that this whole time, the fucking WAX SCULPTURES have been walking around the museum living their lives while you- an actual human being who lived and died and has real memories, not just a copycat persona of a historical figure- were denied that freedom. And THEN a few years later while trying to save the tablet (again) you are literally dying and decaying, alone in the background of the scene, while your friend decides to worry about the MONKEY instead. Can someone please give Ahk a hug.