7 Nights in Hell

Chapter 1: I'm Still Here

Full cover on Deviant Art. By me. (BlackDragon41)

A/N: Okay, I know that I have other stories to update but after you look at something foroo long (as a writer) it becomes a little stale, so I ll be away from HB another week, I just need to take a break from it because it's driving me crazy, I am adding content that I didn't plan(and I ve been stuck on it but don't want to remove it) Having a pretty big writer's block on HB right now and I don't want to post bad or lack of quality work. I am also annoyed by the dozens of pms telling me to update. It's kind of frustrating to add to the problems that I have at home, so please don't keep asking. I'm working on it, but just slowly. This has happened twice before where I got stuck, so please bare with me.

Also, I have been mostly absent but the lack of Internet connection and household issues, but should be back to replying to comments and such things soon.

Enough with that, please enjoy the story, it'll likely be around fifteen chapters or so. Still not prority fic. The point of view will change, mostly between Mike and Springtrap. Beware:

Rated for Violence, language(there's a good amount due to characters persona but not excessive), blood, horror, suspense, hurt/comfort, mystery, action, and paranormal/supernatural(haunted things).

Why? … Why am I still here? Why am I still trapped in this childish and miserable cage? How do I continuously sit in pain when I shouldn't be able to even feel when there's nothing left but dried bones and desiccated flesh meshed with rusted wirings and gears of steel? Why couldn't I have just burn away in the fire and be free of this tormenting prison of a mechanical suit? I find myself asking these same questions as well as many others time and time again; so many times that I almost repeatedly ask them to myself every day or so out of habit to sustain my lonely being. It's also a way to pass this never-ending time.

Am I insane for doing that? Hell no. It's perfectly normal to talk to one's own self… yeah, 'very' normal. I am 'perfectly' normal. …

Ha, hahhaha! That's utter bullshit. I feel myself grin in the absurdity. That would be a complete lie, really. I mean, who in the hell talks to themselves? See, plain bullshit. The usual for me, I've never been the sociable type except when I had to be. Still, no one talks to themselves, no one but me and any other messed up fuckheads out there.

Ah, who am I kidding? It's all in the head.

My slightly upbeat mood deflates fast as reality settled in again, just as it has countless times. I hate realizing shit, it takes the fun out of everything and its bitterly painful every time. Sadly, I've been talking to myself for so many years in this reserved hell now for I've been alone for what seems like forever; I've lost count of how long I've been secluded and stowed away from the hints of humanity. Only just recently was I aware of my time imprisoned and freed of the first chamber of my hell in the sealed safe room, only after thirty years being trapped inside of the abandoned and rundown pizzeria did I see the faces of two men breaking down the boarded door and turning on the light switch which only brought life to a single bulb high over my head. I did not recognize these guys, they sure weren't the ones who sealed my body in there to hide my crime and my crushed corpse; they were only collecting junk from the aged and abandoned restaurant and I became part of their trash heap for what I later found out was the remains of the Fazbear Franchise. Whatever was salvaged was used in a horror attraction by some lifelong Fazbear fan trying to make a buck while holding and displaying shattered pieces of their childhood, I was the main prize of the salvage. Didn't really matter though, the place was a mess and collapsing in age and by neglect; walls were covered in mold and grime, water dripped from ceilings in random places, the floors were filthy, wires and cords streamed from empty electrical sockets and hung about, Fazbear junk was scattered everywhere in a careless manner, and everything was caked with a layer or two of dust. The whole place was trash heap and a fire hazard, the morons running the place were too stupid to do anything to prevent fires. So unprofessional and naive.

These guys were nothing, a business way too small and frail to really matter to anyone. The real corporation I loathed had apparently failed to recover some cash after their fallout, my mess is what caused the place to come crumbling down in the first place. The building and its remnants were bought out and the establishment's name was lost forever and never to rise again. It will most certainly never rise now that all but very few things remain from the fire of the horror attraction; me being one of them.

Everything else perished.

Good. I've always hated the greedy company and lying bastards that treated their workers like worthless shit.

The CEO and company of fucking Fazbear's did everything to try and clean up my messes to keep their asses in the clearing and look perfect to the public's eyes. See how they treat their dead employees? I am at least entitled to a pine box, freedom of this cramped-up suit, and a spot underground somewhere, I know I got my hands dirty but that's how cheap and sly the company was to cover tracks and hide the truth of the children and me from the public; it was for the 'business's' sake. Damn them, I'm glad they're now out of business and permanently closed. That was my intention from the very start when they first pushed me at Fredbear's Diner, my aggression and aspiration to ruin them grew to a dangerous degree after my transfer to the new pizzeria where they decided to push my limits to the breaking point by withholding my raises, switch my shifts, force me to give out lies, be someone that I'm not, treating me unfairly due to my personal background, putting me in charge of 'safety' procedures of the pizzeria, and tend to those animatronics like it was all my responsibility. They put so much on my back and made me out to be their perfect looking tool when they knew I had certain… tendencies. I was no manager but they sure acted as if I was when I was merely a security guard, the real manager didn't give a damn about me either and placed anything blameworthy on me as did my first one from the diner. They wanted to break and mold me. I bet they all sure regretted in poor treatment to their 'valued' employee, there were others but no one had it as bad as I did; they were just mostly underpaid.

The administrators of the Fazbear Entertainment prodded me into my actions above the irritable obnoxious children, loud same-old shit music, and the freaky machines; it was their faults for years of bull. Even before the pizzeria when I worked at the diner. They didn't know that I had a short fuse, I almost always masked my rage and abhorrence with a smile and a soft tone of voice every time I was spoken to; they couldn't see beyond my fake joy to work in that hell-hole. I tried to 'gently' sway them that I needed fair adjustments but was denied many times with hardly any changes made to my liking, I had to act like a nice guy just to keep my job; it's hard to find a place to get hired when you've been put into the insane asylum twice and have a few counts of reckless endangerment, theft, homicide and suicide attempts on your records. However; the Fazbear staff were desperate for employees and I didn't realize why until I got a job at the first unfair shitty place, if I had found another job while working there then I would have left in a heartbeat, but I never did. That was my luck.

'Here at the Fredbear's Diner we are committed to family fun and above all; safety. This must always be assured. We want to treat all employees/staff equally and fairly, you are the faces of Fazbear Entertainment and we want all of our customers to see the very heart of our company through you. So remember the policies, be respectful to all, work hard, and most important of all; don't forget to smile.'

How in the hell did I remember that stupid saying?

No matter, I was stuck there unfortunately. Nowhere else would take me and I needed cash to make a living in this crummy gutter of society. I was considered too crazy and maniacal, even at most low-grade restaurants and gas stations. Can't exactly say that my life had always been 'clean', sometimes I- I just couldn't help myself. I was born broken after all.

My time at the diner was almost nearly as bad as my time at the pizzeria, barely any changes other than location and the fact that I was a dish washer instead of a security guard. I was garbage to them and was treated as such from my own personal problems, there was no regards by anyone to the stupid slogan. No one cared nor followed the lame and faulty policy, there was no 'fair' treatment or 'equality' in that place. All I apparently knew how to do was clean the dishes, clean up the bathrooms, and mop the floors. I would have rather been a cook or a waiter for better pay and the sometimes generous tips; but I was denied those positions every time I asked. Not even working my ass off gained their attention. I was denied of everything to make my job a little more bearable.

They didn't want me, but they needed me and kept me for that reason alone. Greedy bastard scum.

I should have just moved out of state or even the damn country, doing that might have solved all my problems and prevented my final destination here in my personal hell! Why didn't I?! Why why why!? I raked the animatronic's messed up fingers over the head-piece in frustration, I scraped frantically but not enough to tear through the tough seams of the Spring Bonnie mechanical suit. I let out dark growls and hissings that sounded anything but human, the suit had a working voice filter for the endoskeleton and it could apparently pick up sounds from my enraged soul; my sounds came out static-like and low so it was probably running out of life after thirty damn years! I never used it much in my loneliness so the batteries were preserved for a good amount of time, I didn't care though; I was too pissed. If I still had my hair and reach beyond the metal frame then I'd be ripping it out. I could have had a clean start… but here I am, all because of my shitty decisions.

But-.

I let my arms fall back to my sides to rest on the cold and filthy floor, my sudden outrage subsided as quickly as it came.

But- I didn't leave. I chose to stay when I had so many opportunities to go. I was not drawn to the stress no, definitely not taking loads of pressure and fucking word of my employers; but rather for the hype. I used to like getting pissed off and gaining the energy I got out of it, I liked plotting the non-existent deliverance of retribution to my co-workers and bosses while I worked. So many times I wanted to make them pay for treating me like shit, I was human too damn it! I wanted them to pay but held back the need for action, I just took the heat and entertained myself with my overactive imagination. This is why I smiled so much, even when I was mad as hell. Why would anyone like that? I admit that I didn't even know when I was alive; perhaps it was the rush? Never did I feel more alive when I was angry or excessively joyful; genuine happiness was but a rare thing, I felt some sense of great twisted joy just by scheming up the demises of my enemies and subliminally going through with them. My fingers always twitched when I was mad or delighted, I had trouble staying my hands from time to time which is partially why I was considered insane and why I got into so much trouble all too easily. The psychiatric doctor was right, I should have went on medication.

Oh man, I was so fucked up.

It's no wonder I'm still here in this suit and in this stupid world, I had to die and sit in a trapped room for so many years to realize this. But at the same time, I was okay with it; the diner and pizzeria of my past were gone forever. My enemies were gone, utterly defeated and covered in shame until the end of time itself. I wasn't playing along their games anymore. I ruined them by my own two hands, all stemming from the branch of my compulsive and boisterous nature. First the diner and then the famous Pizza palace and the shitty lower budget replacement that came after. All of my plans and actions laid waste to the company and killed it out.

I smiled inwardly by my success.

I had learned of my success by the two men that loaded me up and stationed me by the office as they took inventory of what they had and tried to dig up any information on my hellish enclosure. They talked non-stop about how the restaurant chain failed until the doors were shut and abandoned. It was perhaps the greatest day of my eternal imprisoned life. Oh the good feeling still gets to me from time to time, revenge is sweet.

I can recall it all, from the time I was plotting, to the torment chamber that still bites painfully and fills me with regret.

One great moment in time… becomes the worst…

I planned and got retribution for the Fredbear's Diner first, it was easy. The restaurant valued family above everything and what better way to destroy the reputation than to ruin a family and on the doorsteps of the very restaurant at that? I got tired of pretending and dealing with the greedy bastards, tired of the irritating and tedious work and line of insults it brought me on a daily basis. They wouldn't treat me fairly like the others. Hell, even new hires got treated better; …somewhat. They crossed the line when business began booming and they expected me to work harder and on the busy weekends with no pay raise? I demanded a raise or extra on my overtime for the weekends but was denied yet again and even insulted with the title of 'crazy' for even asking.

They shouldn't have called me that.

I couldn't contain my anger anymore, this was a push one too many times.

I snapped.

No more Mr. Nice guy. No more pretending. No more Fredbear's Diner.

I no longer cared about having the job and nor did I care about the money. Honestly, I should have just taken the medication because the stress and piled up shit had my violent tendencies come back after trying so hard to deal with them for so long. One night I made my plans to ruin the restaurant and made it into a mere game to squeeze what little ounce of joy I could possibly get in the process; in fact, I don't ever recall any good moments that I had in that workplace until that day that I started my sweet revenge. All it would take is a small 'incident' to put a bad outlook on those bastards, that'll do it.

Before my shift for that day could even begin, I kidnapped a child right off the streets and from the house of my lazyass manager. I was precise on my choice of target and the time of the day the oldest son of my boss would be available or any of his kids to be exact. I dug up any information I could on that son of a bitch I once called boss; like where he lived, what his wife's job was, and what school the kids went to as well as all of their schedules. I worked for and plotted carefully while staying underneath the radar and acting so kind and naive. Even with my defiled background I was still considered an okay guy by many, like I said; I took shit and only grinned like I harbored nothing vile against my oppressors. I never knew how much an advantage this would have become before my devious plot, I was born a genius.

His children loved the restaurant a whole lot, the manager was also a family man who often invited his relatives over for parties; the choice couldn't have been more perfect to target and ruin the rep. I hated that guy anyway, rich, smart-mouthed, lying, and unfair asshole. Sometimes I wondered how he treated his own kids seeing as they didn't listen to him much during the parties. Seems as though he brought up a bunch of brats if you ask me.

I got a hold of his eldest son with no problems whatsoever, he was no older than ten or eleven; I believed his name was Daniel. Yeah, Daniel or Danny his father would often call him.

I'm surprised I remembered. … It's been a really long time. …

The dark-haired boy was playing right outside of his house… alone… on his skateboard with no younger brother or either of his two younger sisters in sight. No one saw me get out of the car and nor did they see me sneak up and snatch the child and drive off, my paranoia with a bit of luck helped in calculating the right moment to grab and go. There were no other kids around the area and no cars on the road either, it was perfect. My time of stalking the home was not wasted.

He cried out when I grabbed him and threw him into the passenger's seat, I then pushed down the lock and slammed the door shut, I quickly slid over the hood of my deep violet Cadillac and hopped in with a hasty start up and a speeding zip from the street side and the house. I quickly pulled out a large knife when he tried to go for the door in a panic; I had a feeling that I was going to need it, I lightly slammed on my brakes and made him jolt as he persisted unmindfully to pull up on the door lock. Then I moved the knife up to his neck, just barely touching his skin. I told him to be perfectly still and very quiet and he wouldn't get hurt. It was a lie of course, although I didn't want to make too much of a mess; he was going to die but not in my car if I couldn't help it. I also told him to buckle up, just to keep him pinned for a few extra seconds should he try to escape again; it was less work to just drive than drive and hold my knife at the same time.

The drive felt like a long one when it really wasn't supposed to be, the diner was several miles away from the house and would soon be busy and right in time for supper; costumers would be pouring through the front doors shortly. It must have been the frightened and crying child that kept grabbing my attention that made the trip seem so long, he whimpered and sniveled loudly; unsure of what was going to happen to him. I kept making glances at him; I was excited at the time and couldn't get enough it seemed, I felt like everything was running so smoothly and that I would pull off the plan without a hitch. It must have been my lucky purple shirt, purple was my favorite color.

The perfect layout of the game it was-… or so I thought back then.

I don't know why I was in anticipation to end the boy and flee the scene, he never did a thing to bother me; but then again, I despised his father and the crappy place he runs and the authorities he worked under. It was nothing personal, to the kid anyway. Daniel cried the whole way there and even begged softly to be taken back home, he didn't recognize me from the diner; that was good. He was always so busy playing around the animatronics and running around with his siblings while I was in the back washing the dishes or up front mopping up messes the other children made.

I remember that we had a short conversation right before we reached our destination. Not too much was said but what was spoken had never left me; even to this day in this trash heap of a warehouse. I first remember making small talk to keep him calm, I asked him his name though I already knew it and got Daniel as expected and I replied back with a name that was not really my own, I then asked him if he liked the place and what his favorite character at the diner was. … Ah Freddy, what a surprise? He replied hesitantly but said that he loved the place and the food. He said he liked all the animatronics and how he wanted to go there every day with his dad. I personally despised the place more than any other, the kid didn't know and would not likely understand how the employees felt about working in the hell-hole. I only smiled and nodded, there was less annoying cries this way. I was trying to seem somewhat friendlier to pull off my kill without causing alarm and attracting unwanted attention with him being composed; it was part of the game rules I made for this specific activity since I really loved games. The knife wasn't as necessary as I previously thought.

The conversation soon switched over from a friendly talk to the real talk. I told him that the restaurant's company CEO and his father fucked up, that I had been screwed around with long enough and it was time to get some payback. He asked how and why… and you could probably imagine how he looked when I told him; he cried even more and begged more loudly with a face of misery when I told him that I was going to use him to ruin the company and get back at his father for mistreatment. I was cold about it and held mischievous grin on my face nearly the entire trip there. There was no going back though, his pleas went on deaf ears; I had the very intention to fulfill my plans and nobody was going to stop me.

Did I feel bad for the kid? Not really, or at least not at the time. …

He made one last attempt to I suppose 'talk' me out of it when I pulled up the front of the building, there wasn't any customers yet; which was just the most opportune time to get done and skedaddle. There wasn't anyone visible from the windows of the building and no one else around either, the cooks were gearing up for the busy hour coming up as was the cashiers and waiters; my shift wasn't until late that evening so there was nothing to worry about showing up now or being around when the kid's body is discovered. The only pair of eyes that I could see was that of a stupid animatronic; can't remember which one just staring out the window. It didn't matter, it wouldn't see me with my car in the way. It's not like it could do anything anyway to catch me with its weak programming. But anyways, Daniel begged me not to do this and said that he's sorry about his father. Apologies weren't going to stop me; I told him that straight up and yanked the belt buckle off.

In even greater fear he started kicking and screaming, I didn't grab for my knife; I just grabbed the boy by the neck to quiet him some and hauled him from the passenger's seat and across the driver's and down onto the pavement outside of my door. It was time to finish this game and move along to watch the events unfold. How could I possibly lose?

I was just all too thrilled to play the game that I did not care for the boy, nor getting blood on my hands. I almost killed a man before when I was considered sane by most; he cut me off in a parking lot of a grocery store and that set me off in a bad way for some reason, I got out of my vehicle and tried to stab him to death with my pocketknife. I failed with bystanders coming to his aid and pulling me away, it was not my first attempt as I had a few more but with no success. I even tried to take my own life twice before, once when I was young and another time a few years before I got the job at the diner, both are long stories; but they're not important anymore. Now this boy here would be my real first bloodstain; the kid did nothing to piss me off but when I play games I don't lose.

I never lose.

Definitely not at my own games.

The name of this game is Drop and Drive, although; I admit to feeling a little cocky while standing before the foundation of the Fazbear restaurant with a good target. My fingers twitched at the thought of pulling off an easy task unseen, and for some reason; I wanted to choke the little child and I did just that. There was a little struggle but he was not strong enough to do anything and could not call out for help by the strangulating hold.

What I could truly remember was those young pale blue eyes staring at me in horror and in pain as I squeezed his life away, he made low garbled sounds and large tears streaked his cheeks as the seconds ticked by. I watched him fail about and then gradually go limp in my grasp, his skin soon paled a bit and he became still on the ground with lifeless glossy orbs reflecting my image. I did it, now there was nothing to do but wait. I left the body of the boy right on the road before the Fredbear's Diner and sped off to the bar for a drink of my victory before going back home to get ready for work, the body was discovered soon after and the Fazbear Corp was going down in some form or manner. Business will surely die in that place and it did only a week after the child was found. Not many would come anymore because they feared that a worker of the place would kill them and their children, plus the gossip alone put bad titles on the building from many miles out. The tragedy even got headline on the newspapers. Fredbear's lost and I had won.

I didn't get the blame, all workers who worked on that shift however; were suspects for a long time. Unfortunately, no one was convicted since there was hardly any evidence present at the scene and no eyewitnesses; I was put on unemployment for a few years and then later transferred since I was considered one of the 'clean' of the vile crime to the new Fazbear's Pizzaria about to open its doors to work as a security guard. I was hoping for improvement but mostly for Fazbear Entertainment to go out of business completely, oh it was but a wishful thought. I hadn't done enough damage to take down the franchise; just wound it a little and that's all. Shit.

Well, I decided to see if there would be any improvements by the company after such a tragedy. There had to be something that was better after my failure, I had a paying job so why not see what the place could offer. Being a security guard over a dish washer was slightly better I admit since I wasn't cleaning, but as for everything else and my treatment? There wasn't any, my workplace was worse than before and none of the new workers liked me even a little. It was no surprise. I was pissed that I had more thrown onto my back in that job, it didn't take long before I was plotting a bigger scheme that would permanently put the lights out of the damned place and franchise too. However; I decided to wait a little while before making a great tragedy, a much bigger and more risky task. I laid low and acted casual as I normally did, didn't want to bring suspicion unto my head. It was a good thing that I waited too; especially after learning that the animatronics of the pizzeria were top-notch, state-of-the-art, crime-catching bastards. Really now? They were equipped with facial recognition and advanced mobility; and worse? Tied right into the criminal database, all to prevent a killer from pulling the same stunt again like the one at the diner and getting away with it.

I have been arrested for highjacking a few cars before and for murder attempts, only to be released by plea of insanity; I would be in the system and that's not good for my plans. It's probably why the living machines acted up when I was around them; especially the Foxy remake that everyone called Mangle that would literally scale walls and dangle down from the ceiling when monitoring after hours to keep its servos from locking up. It was a twisted and ugly thing, particularly because most of its body frame; if not all but the face was constantly removed during busy hours by ravenous kids that kept taking it apart for the hell of it and left nothing but a mask and skeletal form. To be honest, I kind of liked it like that. Scary and freaky. Still, robotic eyes were on me. They even tried to get me in the security office, one of them came very close to actually reaching me but its programming switched to day mode right at six in the morning. I don't know what it would have done if it did but I imagined that it wasn't going to be pretty, stupid things didn't have a proper night mode.

I was clear of arrest but it and the rest of the animatronics always surveyed closely with my background; trying to make sure that there was no funny business going on. I knew that it was going to be very challenging but something had to change around there. This challenge, I liked. I wanted to approach my next game like a professional so I did my homework and researched the stupid machines.

It the last night of my late shift that I got into their programming and rewired them for my purposes. I was no hacker but I did get into the security system and erase myself from the records and watch list, I then decided that it would be fun if these mechanical monstrosities could be wired to attack any adults. That was be the beginning of my plan, if they see any man or woman as a threat and attack them then they would likely get removed and I wouldn't have to worry about them interfering with my grand scheme should they be fixed or replaced.

I was successful.

I was practically invisible to them, but since I was on the late shift I brought up multiple complaints and annoyed the hell out of my new manager in order to get switched over to the day job; right at the time when I could pull off a better incident that would not only hide any evidence but also concern any family wanting to come to this place ever. I needed more kids. At that time all I needed was a handful of them and to make them simply 'disappear' from the restaurant and never be found, with one it was damaging for reputation as Fredbear's Diner was the perfect example; but multiple in one place and from the same business? There would be no recovery.

Once on the day shift; my first day to be exact and the start of my plans, I stole a golden suit that was stowed away and masked myself as an animatronic and lured one randomly chosen child to a specific room that barely few know about outside of the establishment. The animatronics have absolutely no data of the place in their building layout, they wouldn't catch me in any act. It was also restricted to all of us except for those who wore the hybrid suits or for the maintenance crew, it's reserved for equipment and other things not currently in use. Any employee injured while wearing the suits had place to retreat to when an accident occurs, to keep the 'experience' alive for the kids and not bleeding out for all to see. It was the perfect secluded place. A safe room hidden to the public, most employees, and the surveying animatronics.

Over the following two days, I managed to snag three more and called it quits. A missing report of the first child was out by day two, the rest by day three; they were thought to have been kidnapped. As a security guard, I did not take in this factor, I was walking a fine line in coming up with the excuse that I did not see the children go missing. I had to say that I fell asleep on the job… twice. Then there was rile up over the animatronics staring viciously at all adults but treating kids properly.

So maybe I got a little too confident and didn't think the plan out 'thoroughly'?

I could have just flat out killed the kids and let their corpses be discovered but since the Diner's murder and with no convicted person; it would be just too risky for my ass with my permanent records. At least I took this into account. The bodies would have to be hidden and I knew of four crappy parts animatronics' from the Fredbear Family Diner that would be perfect to stow away in. The animatronics inside were thin but the shells that they wore over their heads were spacious, the kidos would fit right in.

One by one I coaxed them to the hidden room, I had brought my knife along for the task and ended each one once inside. When I had enough of the thrill I stuffed the small bodies into the rundown animatronics that I had moved from the parts and services room for this purpose then cleaned up the crimson off of the floor and bleached the tiled surface to completely remove the stains. I had snuck out and dragged the stuffed animatronics back to their proper storage place, and because I was supposedly the day shift security guard; no one saw my actions at all that day since nearly all staff was in the party room or kitchen. I even went back to my post and erased any tapes that I or the chosen children were in, this action unfortunately; was harder to explain.

An investigation was set up when the toy animatronics kept acting up more and just stared at anyone over the age of fifteen, they didn't attack like I thought they would in day mode; stupid pieces of junk were glitchy. With the missing reports and the animatronics on the fritz and having no leads as to either occurrences; authorities began to get suspicious. Just my luck… as always. The animatronics were soon looked at, authorities had the found evidence of tampering in the systems and were going to investigate further in the next few days so I had little time to worm my way out of my flawed plan unscathed; this game was certainly more challenging than I thought. I played the innocent role to my boss but was fired for supposedly sleeping on the job twice and for the fact that I was a potential suspect for the tampering.

The walls were closing in on me.

I didn't know if they were going to link the missing children with the messed up toy bots, all I knew from the day I was fired is that I had become a suspect and would be prohibited from returning to the restaurant until further investigation or never if caught and convicted.

My plans failed… my options to get clean were virtually non-existent. They would have me in a net soon or may even look close enough at 'all' of the animatronics and find my work to further convict me. Why didn't I think about the damn security before I even started? I was a 'security' guard. … I trapped myself. I blew my own game because I forgot my own position like a loser.

Ha, it's a shame they didn't get to catch me alive. I bet Fazbear's Family Entertainment struggled to stay clean after that, they did after all- fall; even by an unconventional way that I made unintentionally regarding those little innocent lives. They hid my body and my death behind a supposedly non-existent wall, not that it did them any good. That was a final slap to the face by the company but who cares? Well look at me now corporate bastards, I won in the end didn't I?! Huh?! Where are you now?! Where?! Well hey look! I'm still here!

… …

Still here.

Still here in my personal hell. … I'm such an idiot.

Carrying out my plans and even the murders once brought such a great sense of success and joy… as did finding out the company's fate.

It doesn't now, maybe the company fall but nothing else.

My plan worked but at a very high price, even my freedom beyond the grave.

Sometimes I wonder if I was the one who came out as the loser in the end of that game. ... Aw hell, it's fucking obvious by now.

I may have had some joy back then but it is not worth the outcome I suffered.

The death in the memory killed the joyous feeling I had gathered from it, it used to be just part of a game I once relished in bringing the pizzeria down; now I was being revisited by the guilt again. Needless but unescapable guilt and pain. That Puppet, Daniel; the first kill. I had not known the kind of pain the boy had until those kids came back to haunt me with the look of dread on their faces, each small face darkened with tear streaks from the bottom of their eyes; all down the sides of their cheeks. And hoes, their bodies were filled with the stab markings to remind me of my deeds. Only when I was in pain from my careless mistake did I truly feel theirs, to feel the sting of death; the long and unbearable transition from life to death. I wouldn't have even thought of that if I were alive today.

Why did I fear them so much? Why did I even get into the suit anyways? The machine and my haughtiness brought forth my own demise. The springs were quick, a loud snap and in the blink of an eye; too fast to react to. Body-sized jaws clamped down onto my flesh and compressed my being far too tightly, blood shot out in all directions; the suit collected most of it.

They left shortly after to let me die alone when the inner mechanisms of the suit came biting down on my body and nailed the teeth in, blood was everywhere; definitely not pleasant in the eyes of children that most had seen their own as they died. I would have done the same if I were in their place; heh, I probably would have even laughed my ass off. I'm surprised none of the kids did, they only wept and faded out once they knew of my fate. I was expecting a form of a taunt or a 'rub it in your face' kind of deal, but no; just a tear fest and nothing more. Their soft moans and cries left with them and I could only hear myself moan in agony.

It took around five hours to finally bleed out and die, and being at the pizzeria after dark when I was confronted meant that I was all by myself; there was no one to hear my agonizing cries of pain and misery for those hours. The hour and minute hand by the clock on the wall ticked by so slowly in my ears, I couldn't move any since it hurt so bad but I couldn't see either in my trembling discomfort. I counted as much time as I could before the real pain settled in, adrenaline only lasts for so long.

I can't say how long I sat there screaming and pleading with a cracking voice; wishing it to just end.

I didn't die as quickly as I wish I could have, the spring locks and gears dug several inches deep in many places but not enough to actually puncture any major vitals. Some wires and rods even dug into my face which forced my jaw to open and remain open; it still is to this day, a few others raked against my skull and lightly slipped beneath the skin and bore into bone. Mechanical animatronic eyes to the suit that the hybrid used had forced my own eyes into my head and they had burst from the sudden crushing force when the suit snapped closed, tears mixed with blood followed down my face the entire time that I was still alive in the suit and for some time after death. My ribcage as much of my upper and lower torso were punctured, pinched, and unrelentingly being crushed by the animatronic that had been trying to come back together when the spring locks failed to keep it along the suit's walls. Many long blunt and sharp steel rods went in inches into my body in many various places and stayed painfully nailed in. There was too many lacerations and deep pinholes to bleed from, there was no comfort or relief as I died but tremendous tormenting and crushing pain in the puddle of my own crimson. I was sealed right in my own iron maiden… my coffin.

I guess one could say that karma got me for the things I did, dying by the very thing that the children loved and going out in a painful way for killing kids in a similar manner.

Now I wish I hadn't. Fazbear Entertainment isn't worth this.

I remember screaming and wailing loudly for my final hours in my entrapment, it was too much to handle; I was physically crushed and broken. I think some of my ribs snapped by the immediate pressure, I can't be sure; there was too much pain to really tell as I was dying.

I slowly lost most feeling in my body but never went anywhere, I was able to see again but not through my old eyes. I still felt the mechanisms in the suit digging in somehow, even after many long years I still feel the spring locks clinging tightly to my bones and gnawing endlessly. Ignoring it is not simple but there's really nothing to do to lessen the dreadful ache of the animatronic within still trying to become one, I just deal with now and even with the long passage of time; it's still hear to bug the living shit out of me. I've tried pulling the suit apart to free myself but have not even got close to being successful; that's why there's so many holes in me, I've tried many times and every method that I could come up with to escape the Spring Bonnie bot but have always failed. This is my home and my cage, my punishment.

This is also a game I just can't win, so here I am.

That's hard to admit, even to myself.

I am trapped and still am.

I'm still here. … And this time unfortunately … I am not alone.

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Chapter 2 preview: Here I am

"My life is a living hell right now, and I have the strangest feeling that it's only going to get worse."

"Mike, please don't say that."

"Jeremy, I don't need-"

"Just listen man, you need to get your life together and stop with the drinking, it's really not helping your depression but making it worse. Plus quitting would save you some good cash right there for starters."

"Wait!" He called out and the weary soul stood still in his place with a questioning and yet hard-hearted expression. "I came to tell you that I might have found you a temporary job. It'll pay good enough to get you through the week and may be just enough to keep you in that house for another month."

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"Well, there's most of my collection of robotic animals, but I do have another one that isn't part of that set."

"One that is not part of the set?"

Yes, now this may sound crazy but the animatronic that I am about to show you has a… well… it has a habit of being 'misplaced'."

"Here he is." William grabbed the door shutter and lifted it up with both hands and he smiled. "He's always in this storage locker for some odd reason; the furthest away from the rest, like he's avoiding them-... But that would be a silly thing. Animatronics cannot move without power.

"Go, ahead; shine your flashlight and get a look at this amazing piece that I got only a month ago. It's in the main back, resting up against the wall."

Mike pulled his flashlight out of his belt loop and turned it on and moved the spotlight on the floor and moved it up to the wall when he saw sharp-toed claw-like feet on the edge of the light spot. He moved it up a metal skeletal form that had charcoal black fabric coating the legs and down towards the ankles. A tint of olive green was then taking the majority of the form as he moved the light fully over the animatronic.

Mike nearly dropped his flashlight when his eyes landed upon the metal animal that was slumped against the wall, its eyes; open, a permanent grin beamed at them.

"This one is from the old Fazbear Entertainment Company, the only surviving suit remaining of the dark history surrounding the business. An amazing piece is it not? Severely damaged yes, but still in one piece; mostly anyway."

"I consider this one my most valuable possession in the entire warehouse, so much damage has brought this poor thing so much character; a survivor of fire and the jaws of time of the once so great Fazbear's Entertainment. His ruin is art! He'd make an excellent masterpiece to put on display for all to see! I absolutely cannot wait."

Mike blinked in disbelief when he saw the mechanical eyelids of the deadly animatronic lightly narrow inwards but the body remain perfectly still. It moved so quick that he barely caught the show of anger. He didn't even know that the thing could do that and that fast without hardly gaining notice.

What did he just get himself into?