Dear readers, I would like to give credit to a song that kinda inspired me with this story. The song is called "Springtrap" by Madame Macabre. Believe me, it will be stuck in your head after you listen to it's so good. Plus i'm working on the title picture, i'll put it on as soon as I can. This story is like a story that is based after the place was burned down on the third Five Nights At Freddie's game, the good ending happened in the third game instead of the bad ending where the children's souls were released. It may have burned down, and everything seemed to be gone, but is it? Would the Purple Man honestly let his terrifying creations just go like that? He built the Pizzeria's to attract children to him into his clutches. Now that it's gone, what is he supposed to do now? Did he die along with the fire, or did he just burn it down to cover his tracks and release his true plans? And whatever happened to the other animatronics? Did he just hide them away, or did he truly destroy them? What happened to the five children's souls that haunted the old animatronics? Did they move on, or are they still here to watch over us to make sure nothing like the massacres of the Pizzeria's ever again? Was there more souls of children that were slain there? What about the little girl from the bite of '87? Did she haunt anyone or anything? Whatever happened to the phone guy? Where is he? Where did he go? If Purple Man did in fact survive, will he rise again? Will he once more don the identity of Springtrap? Find out for yourselves. Enjoy.
oh, p.s, A.T.F means After The Fire, referenced to the fire that burned down the place in the third game.
Prelude
Two weeks A.T.F, Jeremy
He was partially glad it burned down, but his only regret was working there in the first place. He usually just had those hallucinations whenever he worked there, but ever since it burned down he would hallucinate, they would enter his room coming for him but he knew that's all it was was hallucinations. But now he's terrified than ever. One night he went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror and his eyes were the color purple. His hands were turning the same color. It wasn't the usual kind of color purple you would have like whenever you get a bruise, but like a bright Easter egg colored purple. Tonight he was afraid it would happen again. He left all the lights in his gigantic house on. He made all the money to buy it working at one pizzeria, which was then replaced by a horror attraction, based on what went on in there. He knew what happened on in there. Most people called him a lunatic for believing what the attraction really said, but did they ever work there? Did they see the true colors of the what the animatronics hid behind the doors? Many times would he catch them in his room, in the vents, in the hallway coming for him. He was always surprised that he even surprised all those nights working there, even though it was only five nights the first job. Then he was changed to the day shifts, and then suddenly, almost the exact same date the night guard to the cheaper Freddy Fazbears Pizzeria Mike Schmidt was fired, he suddenly, don't know how, but ended up working in another room, during the night, surviving one single animatronic. It was like time just stopped on him and dropped him off in that place. He racked his brain trying to figure out what happened for days. Another weird thing that happened, he never can remember how he get's home. Its like one minute he's taking his coat off the rack and putting on to head home, the next he's hanging back up on the rack at home.
He lay down on his bed and stared up at the ceiling. He put in his ear buds and hit play on his IPod. It started playing then for some reason just stopped. He checked his IPod and it was glitching. He checked the alarm clock on his bed stand and it read twelve thirty. He felt his heart began to race as fear slowly settled in. He heard whispering coming from his ear buds, slowly increasing volume. He pulled the ear buds out of his ears before the whispering could be heard clearly, but as he did it it unplugged from his IPod and sounds blared into the quietness around him. He could hear the voice now, laughing. "Hello, Jeremy, did you miss me?" it laughed. He tossed the IPod across the room into the bathroom, the laughing fading as it went away. The stereo in his alarm clock's speakers blared to life continuing the conversation. "Aww, you didn't have to do that Jeremy, I was going to it back to normal when I got done. Now you broke it, all those songs gone. Pity isn't it?" it asked innocently, laughing hysterically afterwards.
"No, g-g-go away, you went away with the fire, you had too, you just had to," Jeremy stammered.
"Oh, but I did Jeremy, but in the way you would think I would. You see, I made some, minor adjustments before I died."
"Then how are you here? No, your not here. You're just a hallucination, like all the others. You're nothing but in my head."
"Yes! Exactly, i'm in your head! But the thing is i'm not a hallucination."
"Yes you are, you have to be," Jeremy said backing up away from the clock.
"Jeremy, why don't you take a look in the mirror hanging on the wall right beside you," the voice said. Jeremy looked over and nearly wet his pants. A purple man, shadowing his every move stood on the other side looking over at him. Jeremy lifted his hand and studied it. It was normal shaded and everything, like it would be, but in the mirror it was purple. The mirrored Jeremy's eye sockets were completely white, and glowing. It's hair was purple as well.
"No, that's just another hallucination as well. YOU'RE NOT REAL! I can close my eyes and when I open them you'll be gone." Jeremy closed his eyes and counted to ten. When he opened them the mirror showed what he should be seeing, just a reflected image of himself. He let out a sigh of relief. Just as he did it a purple arm shot out of the mirror followed by the owners head and body. The hand grabbed him by the neck, it's face looming in front of Jeremy's. "Not real huh?" it asked, "Then why am I still here?"
It's hand closed tighter around Jeremy's neck till he passed out. He woke up screaming, on the floor. He looked over at his alarm clock and it read seven AM. He breathed out a sigh of relief first, then he remembered what just happened to him. He stood up slowly squirting at the mirror afraid another hand would shoot out and grab him by the neck again. Luckily nothing happened, except a note attached to the mirror that read "I'm still here, and this time i'm not leaving. Enjoy the rest of your day Jeremy. TTYL, your second conscience."
Second conscience? They have those? he wondered. He knew it wasn't good though. He had to find out someone to help him with this, but who? His girlfriend couldn't know about it, it would ruin them. There's only one person he could think of: Mike Schmidt.
Chapter 1: Sushi Bar Man!
He got up off the floor, changed clothes, got some breakfast, went back upstairs and grabbed his keys off the nightstand. He passed the mirror and was going down the stairs when he stopped dead in his tracks. He walked back up and looked in the mirror again. Bright purple streaks colored random strands in his hair. Oh great, He thought, now everyone's gonna think i'm gay. Isn't that just great. He walked over to his closet and traded his jacket out with a hoodie. He left it unzipped and pulled the hood as far over his head as possible. He headed back down the stairs, and walked out the door. It was really foggy, but hey, most mornings in Fall are like that. He walked over to the car, unlocked the door and got inside. He closed the door and was about to place the keys in the ignition when a a head popped up behind his seat and scared him nearly to death. "HI DADDY!" a six year old girl yelled, Jeremy screaming his head off from it. "Daddy, why do you still scream like a girl?" she asked, her head tilting to the side.
"Jamie, what are you still doing here? Aren't you supposed to be at school?" He asked.
"Nah, the bus wan earwy," she said in one of those cute little ways that always makes you giggle, "Besides, my teacher is weawly mean and I don't wike her."
"Your Kindergarten teacher?"
"Uh, duh, what other teacher do i have?"
"Do you want me to go talk to her about it?"
"No, she would probabwy just get madder that i towd you," she said, sitting back into her car seat.
"Well, I guess I have to take you to school then."
"No Daddy, don't do that, pweeease!"
"Well, fine but just for today, okay? I'll just call Monica and see if she'll babysit you for today okay?"
"YAY, Molly's house!" she laughed jumping up and down in her seat. He smiled and remembered how much she reminded him of her mother. Monica is Jeremy's girlfriend, but isn't Jamie's mother. Jamie's mother died in a car crash when Jamie was only two years old. "Alright, buckle up," Jeremy says placing the key in the ignition and turning it. The engine roared to life as he pulled out of the driveway. He taped his pockets and couldn't find his phone. "Um, Jamie, have you seen my phone?"
"Ya, it's wight here," she says, waving the phone.
"What are you doing with it?" I laugh.
"I was pwaying 'Where's My Wataw?'"
"'Where's My Water?'"
"Ya, 'Where's My Wataw."
"Oh, okay. You know how to call people on that thing right?"
"Ya, why?"
"Well, i'm kinda busy driving, so can you call her?"
"Otay Daddy," she say, looking down at the phone's screen. Normally he would do it but he loves listening to her talk. She put the phone up to her ear and waited. "Daddy?" she asked looking up at him.
"Hmm?"
"Why do phones always wing so fweakishwy wong?"
"Fweakishwy?" He asked her, his eyebrow raised.
"Ya, you know wike on those TV shows, they scweam 'Ah, that beast so ugwy and fweakishwy stinky, ahhhhhh!'" she says giggling, making him laugh in the process.
"Jamie you're a nut you know that?" he laughs.
"No, you aw a nut!" She laughs more.
"Excuse me? I will pull this car over and tickle you till you cry!"
"You wouldn't!" She say her eyes widening, giggling in the process.
"I would, and I will!" he says pulling over onto the side of the road onto the grass and running around to her car door. He opens it and she's laughing already, "No, daddy, don't do it!"
"Do it? Okay!" he laughs, his hands shooting out, making her laugh more, "no, I said don't do it, stop it pweeeease!" she laughs. He stops to let her catch her breath. He looked down at then ground then back up at her and she's staring intently into the back of the driver's seat, her breathing heavy and her face sweaty.
"Jamie, what's wrong?" he asked.
"Daddy you need to go to the hospital, you are sick," she said, still staring at the seat.
"What do you mean i'm sick?"
"Daddy, your eyes were purple," she said looking at him, her face scared and full of fear. The phone she dropped beside her seat came on and Monica's voice spoke from it. "Hello, Jeremy? Are you there? Hellooo?"
He reached for the phone and walked to the front of the car, "Monica," he spoke into it, "I need you to come pick up Jamie and let her stay at your house for a couple of days."
"Jeremy, are you ok? You sound a little, shook up."
"I don't know what's going on, somethings happening to me i can't explain it."
"Where are you?"
"I'm on Fifth Avenue around Baxters Street."
"Okay i'm on my way," she says, the phone line ending. I walk over to the tire and sit down in front of it, and drop my head into my lap. I start hearing Jamie talking to someone. "Jamie, who you talking to?"
"no one Daddy." she says. I walk over and look in and as soon as I do i swear I saw another child look at me then disappear. "Jamie what was that?"
"Jamie don't lie to me now."
"Daddy, no one was there."
"Okay, I hope not." he said, just as Monica pulled up beside him. She got out and ran over to the car door. "Jeremy what's wrong, tell me." she asked.
"Monica I-I can't explain it just take Jamie and watch over her, I'll be back soon, hopefully."
"Hopefully?"
"Monica please, Just do this one favor for me please, I can't see her like that again. Take her car seat with you, I'll text you later okay?" he asked. She hesitated before she unbuckled Jamie and grabbed the car seat. She walked over to the car and opened the door, placed the seat inside and buckled Jamie back into it. She looked back at Jeremy to see the car start and leave. She shut the door and walked back around to the drivers side, opened the car, and placed the keys in the ignition.
