A/N: I have returned.
Here… *throws you next chapter* catch…
NOTE: Freddy's house is one story, his room is on the ground floor.
Chapter Two: Never-ending Night Two
Freddy was lying in his bed when his phone began to buzz. It was nearly three in the morning, but no matter what he tried - leaving the lights on, door opened and closed, all the covers covering his whole body, a wall of pillows - he couldn't close his eyes.
He couldn't sleep.
It was strange to him, though. For years, since junior high, he had fallen in love with the dark side of the world people pretended didn't exist. Death, Hell, sadistic figures and serial killers became his fascination. He loved to scare people simply to make his life more interesting.
But this was different. His life was actually in danger, and from what? An animatronic bear?
He put the phone on speaker and answered, settling further into the sheets surrounding him like a pool of water. Silence and static followed from the other end. An uneasy feeling settled in his stomach and he wildly glanced around his bright room. Despite the light being on, everything was still terrifying. The simplest shadows or quick movements by him that made something shift on his messy floor made him spring upright and examine it closer.
The static ended on the other line and a voice came through.
"Help me…" a little boy's voice cut through. It was young and hurt. Freddy could tell the innocence of childhood was ripped from this broken shell of a child's voice.
Then laughter followed. Deep, slow laughter that sounded almost forced and fake, like it was a joke.
Freddy glared down at his phone and immediately cut off the call. The laughing was stopped but the heart-pounding fear remained, pricking and poking at Freddy as he hysterically looked around his room once more.
A knock came from his window and he spun around. When he noticed it was Bonnie, he sighed with relief and jerked his window up, opening it. They stared at each other at eye level, however, Bonnie looked dead, with pale skin and void eyes, but he seemed more bitter and furious than anything else.
"H-hey…Bonnie…" Freddy stuttered. He rubbed his arms, feeling the chill of the night crawling across his skin. "It's been a few days…why weren't you at school yesterday? Ever since we got arrested at that pizza place…" His voice trailed off as he stared at Bonnie's motionless body. It didn't even look like he was breathing. He was still like a corpse, but his eyes never left the gaze of Freddy's.
"Come with me." Bonnie whispered. He slowly turned and began to walk off the property. Freddy reluctantly slid his legs through the window and slipped outside. He tiptoed after Bonnie until he was caught up and walking directly beside him.
"Hey, are you alright?" Freddy asked, voice laced with concern. He shuddered, wondering who would be out at night, feeling exposed only wearing pajamas and not the comfort of his jeans, waistcoats and top hat. He forced a shaky smile and tried to make eye contact with Bonnie, but the latter was staring directly ahead, showing no emotion or life.
Freddy attempted to speak to him again. "Hey," he said a bit quieter. "Maybe we should go home. We're on curfew, after all. We could be arrested and put in jail for this, you know."
Bonnie turned a tight corner and Freddy followed without hesitation. He allowed Bonnie to lead them as he tried to get Bonnie to respond. "Hey! Bonnie!" His words were strained with fear, wringing them dry and panicked. "Listen to me! Can you even hear me?"
The purple-haired boy suddenly came to a halt and Freddy stumbled at the quick stop. Out of his peripheral vision, he recognized the building they stood in front of. His breath came in short and his limbs began to tremble, as if he were in the midst of an earthquake.
"Bonnie…" he hissed, low and mortified. "…what are we doing here? I thought…we agreed…to never come back here." The last word was forced and physically hard to speak for the brunette.
A sharp pain on Freddy's wrist made him gasp, but he stiffened when he noticed it was Bonnie. The purple-haired boy's hand was wrapped painfully around his wrist, locking him in place.
Bonnie began to walk, stomping towards the back door they previously went through a few nights before. Freddy struggled and squirmed in his grasp, panicked squeaks escaping from him.
"Hey! Hey stop!" He looked up at the camera, a little red light blinking, and he realized it was recording, most likely a direct feed to the police station. His head snapped back to look at Bonnie. "Stop! The camera! It can see us! This isn't funny, Bon!"
Bonnie laughed quietly. "It's not supposed to be fun…for you, at least." His lips pressed firmly together and he glared at Freddy as they reached the wall. "Don't worry, you won't be alive long enough to be arrested and sent to juvy." He smiled manically. "Me, however. Well, I'll be tried for murder, most likely."
He yanked open the back door and it screamed in protest. Freddy was thrown into the hallway, his whole weight being throttled to the floor by Bonnie's kick to the center of his back. He dropped like a Hessian sack, his forearms catching his fall. He spun around only to see Bonnie grinning like insanity and slamming the door shut.
Freddy couldn't even scream, let alone breathe. His whole body went rigid and his eyes widened. "B-Bo-…" His voice was loud as it echoed down the empty hallways. "He-hel…p. He-…"
A clatter of metal on tile caught him out of his terror-stricken trance. His head turned warily, slowly, towards the hallway. Through the darkness he made out a mutated figure, leaning to the far right and crookedly standing.
The red eyes, mere orbs, were the first thing he saw. The teeth then registered. Freddy moved his hands, pressing his palms to the ground, but he couldn't muster the strength to push himself up.
He barely registered the monster rushing at him.
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The police arrived on the scene within minutes, rushing to the pizza palace and bursting in through the front doors. Seven officers piled in, flashlights blaring and guns aimed true.
The lieutenant led the rest. She took careful, quick steps and signaled her teams to separate and search for the two boys that went inside before. "There could be a hostage situation," she mumbled. "Keep your eyes out for the brunette. Shoot to kill the purple one, he's a fugitive and has been arrested and tried for murder twice before."
Words of understanding followed her orders as they dispersed and wandered down the halls. She and her right-hand man walked cautiously towards the back door where the two boys went in. They turned the corner and froze. While the lieutenant held still and stared blankly, the officer with her spun around and began to vomit, c0ughing and tearing at the eyes.
She inched forward, her flashlight shaking in her hands and her firearm dropping to the ground. "What the fuck-…"
In front of her was the brunette boy, mutilated and unrecognizable. His whole body was covered with deep, blood lacerations and three of his fingers were missing, ripped from his body like paper ripped in half. A jagged tear reached across the length of his throat, as if someone were pulling his head from his shoulders. The boy's eyes were missing, torn from their sockets - one was inches from his skull, a stringy trail of blood and tissue connecting the eyeball to the inside of his head.
The lieutenant reeled back and gagged at the sharp smell of blood. She pressed the radio pinned to her shoulder on and repeated the sight.
"The boy is dead. Mutilated. Get a clean-up crew here immediately and call the FBI. And, while you're at it, call for a few psychiatrists." She paused and glanced over her shoulder, recoiling from the sight and walking back down the hall.
"We're gonna have some extremely scarred men by the time this is finished."
A/N: Haha! Beautiful! 3
Sorry, it's kinda yucky and a bit gory, which is why it's rated M.
