The Missing 5th Child
By: Lovely Girl 10
Disclaimer: I don't own any rights to Five Nights At Freddy's. I only own my OC character.
Okay, this is my first take on a horror story so I hope I keep this story in the same motion as the game.
Full Summary: Vixey just wants to be like everyone else in her community, but she couldn't have that future because of her nightmares about the robots, a murderer, and dreams of children having fun at a place she doesn't recognize yet feels an attraction toward it. Could the dreams be telling her something that she has no idea about? When she gets dared to stay the night in the burned down building that was once Fazbear's Fright, she sees way more than what she bargained for. The robots have been waiting for her to return to them, they believe that she is the 5th Child who vanished from the place long ago, and they are not planning on letting her go again. This story deals with forgiveness, betrayal, and friendship.
Genres: Drama, Friendship,Supernatural, and since that Five Nights At Freddy's is mostly known for its horror and spookiness, I will do what I can to keep true to the game.
Theme: Missing Children
Some things for you to know before we go read the chapter:
1. The bold text will be for when the animitronics are talking.
2. The bold and italic text together will be for the flashbacks.
3. The italic text will be for the ghosts.
4. This story will take place in the alternate ending of the third game in the FNAF timeline in which the good ending and the bad ending don't happen at all.
5. There is no romance in the story, just so that you know. Also the robots are gonna have much more abilities than they do in the game.
Chapter 1- The dare
I have never once been terrified of the dark, not like how other people do anyway. I don't blame them, the fear of darkness is one of the most classic phobias a person can actually possess alongside a fear of heights and certain types of insects. I will be honest, I am not scared of the dark personally, it is what's in the dark that makes my hair stand on ends. And what better place to make me face down my little phobia than go to an abandoned horror attraction that doesn't let very much light in.
Why did I even accept the dare in the first place? Oh yeah, I kind of forgot that the reason I was doing this was to get James off my back by doing the one thing that he wants me to do.
To put it bluntly, I agreed to stay at Fazbear's Fright for the night just to show James and my friends that there is nothing spooky or haunted about the place. It all started one day while I was hanging out with my friends in the park and Ken, whom is a very big fanatic about the news or advertisements that show up in the newspapers, decides to inform us all about what he claims is a horrible tragedy to a legendary place.
~"My mom used to go to that place when it was a Pizzeria." He said.
"Uh, Ken, you do know that nobody here cares about what happened to the old Pizzeria right?" Katie told in a bored tone while fluffing up her hair. "Nobody has been there in ages."
"My mom did care about the place before they closed it down." Ken defended his statement. "Just because you are old enough to go somewhere more mature doesn't mean that you can freely loose interest in one of the restaurants you went to as a kid. There is a saying that says "You can be old for a lot of things, but you are never too old to be a kid at heart."
I was not keen about the idea of a horror attraction burning down in the flames, yet I remain calm in light of the conversation. "So Fazbear's Fright burned down just because of faulty wiring? Big deal. It looks ridiculous anyway."
"I wouldn't say that if I were you, Vixey." Ken warned, shaking his head at me. "The new employers were really excited to get started with the production, but luckily no one except one person got hurt in the burned down attraction."
"Oh yeah," James said as he overheard our conversation. He was walking along minding his own business until he heard us. "I heard that the night-guard who was working there died in the building trying to keep the ghosts away."
"There are no ghosts James." I told him. He and I both knew that there is no such things as ghosts, but sometimes he tries to get me scared by merely mentioning that supernatural creature. He also knows that ghosts are among one of the things that I don't like. "The night-guard probably just did something in there to set the place on fire."
James shakes his head. "That is not what I heard. It is said that some ghosts haunt the horror attraction."
I denied him again in a firm voice. "There is no such thing as ghosts, James."
"Then prove it Vixey." He challenged in a teasing manner. "Or is 'the girl who is not scared of the dark' too scared to go in the abandoned place?"
"Are you daring me to go in there and see if I can catch the ghosts?" I rolled my eyes at him.
"I would like to see you try." He confirmed with a nod of his head. "If you manage to do exactly that I will stop bugging you about it."
"There is no way I am letting you do this dare by yourself, Vixey." Ken interjected, I can tell that he seems pretty spooked by the ordeal. "There is a monster in that place. A psycho killer robot is in there." Now that gave me second thoughts about the dare, but I didn't bother on commenting. I do not want anyone to know about my biggest fear that I purposely kept secret.
"Are you serious, Ken? You need to lay off of the Terminator movies. Robots can't kill a human being in real life." James argued in a ticked off tone.
"Alright James, I will do the dare. Just don't expect me to give you photo's or audio tapes." I said, standing up on my feet and dusted off my silky ruby dress.
"Good, I bet that you will run out of there screaming by the end of the night."
"And I bet that I won't." I told him.~
How little did I know that I was in for more than what the dare provided. It is already nighttime and I am standing in what remains of the office. The chair and the desk were burnt to a crisp. The windows leading to the hallway were completely shattered. Also thanks to the faulty wiring in the ventilation system, it clogged up the air to the point where there is nothing but dust and smoke. I try to keep my attention away from the damaged vents, but seeing as I have only until 6 A.M. until I am allowed back outside, I figured I should at least do some cleaning around this dump.
I cleaned up the scraps on the floor first, making sure to watch out for the sharp points of the glass, and threw them in the garbage. I moved outside of the office to look around for any remaining souvenirs that the auction didn't get rid of from the days after when the place burnt down. Even though I have heard about the place, I never bothered to get into the details of what went on in that place. I refused to have anything to do with whatever is in here. Besides, as soon as I am done with the dare, I don't need to come back here again.
No posters were up. The costumes and the box of knickknacks with the severed hands and heads of the characters the horror attraction were gone. I checked my time on my cell phone and groaned over the fact that it is 11:50 P.M., I have been in here since 11:30 and I really wanted to be done with this place!
I can't deny that something about the horror attraction is setting me off. It is a feeling that drives me to try to find a way out, to get away from the nightmares that hide behind the corner. The only way I can describe this feeling is like you know that something bad is about to happen, yet it doesn't show its face until you let your guard down. I have had that ever since the nightmares came up. Nobody else but my mom, my late father, and my grandma who is a psychiatrist and a ghost whisperer knows about my predicament.
It started happening when I was just eight years old and it hasn't stopped torturing me since that time. Most of the time, the dreams or visions don't make sense to me because they get jumbled up in a big heaping pile like a deck of cards. Some of my dreams consist of a mysterious murderer in the shadows as he hunted me down, others show me something that I don't want to see... The robots. Anthropomorphic animal robots.
Out of all of my nightmares, I fear and despise them the most. Which is why I am pleased that I don't have to deal with them in the abandoned attraction. They, or I should say, their remains, have probably been sold off in the auction along with all of their stuff.
I continued to walk around the place, glancing from one side to the other as I study the rooms. The tiles on the floor lost their natural color of black and white, changing it to a black and grey. Some of the wallpaper was just about ready to fall out of place. Going a bit farther, I don't see anything else from my search, so I turn around and start heading back to the office.
Something in the hallway caught my attention as I glance over to my right. Over by the two damaged arcade games, hiding behind them in the tightest spot that it could be is a teddy bear. Curious, I went over to where it is and attempt to reach for it. It wasn't enough, so I pulled on both of the arcade games as much as I could to make room for me to squeeze in there and get the toy. After I finally got the toy out of there, I rushed over to the office so that I can try to clean up the thing.
I brushed off most of the dust-mites from the little hat, speaker, and the dolls eyes. That was all I needed to do, the rest I can clean up when I get back home. I carried the doll in my right hand while my left went into one of the pockets in my travel pack to check my cell phone again for the time I can see that it is now past 12:30 A.M. "Can't time just fly faster in here?" I asked to myself.
I tense as soon as I heard my cell phone ring. I quickly checked it to see who would be calling me in the middle of the night, I narrowed my eyes when I noticed just the phone number with no name. With nothing else to do, I click the call button and hold it to my ear. "Hello?"
"Hello Vixey, thank the heavens that you are still safe!" A voice that I recognized to be a boy answered through the phone. "You didn't do anything that could be disastrous to your well-being, right? Like, um... attracting unwanted attention from what is inside of the building?"
"No, and who is this calling me?" I ask, relieving a sigh of boredom.
"Right, okay I should have properly introduced myself. My name is Cooper and I am one of your old classmates from school, but that is not important right now." The boy Cooper told me. Now that he mentioned it, I do kind of remember seeing him around at the high school I graduated from. He sometimes kept things to himself and doesn't like to reveal any secrets that he possesses, even to the girls who are attracted to the handsome and silent boys like him. He is a good kid, I can give him that, but he and I never spoke to one another at the time. "What is important is for you to get out of there."
I scoffed, "What are you even worried about, Cooper? There is nothing in this place that will 'get' me. Plus, I promised James that I will hold it out here until the morning."
"Yes, I know that James wanted you to go into this place because he thinks that he will 'get' you by sending you to a place where you might be less than likely to live for another day. I don't know what he told you about the place but even he knows about the evil that is inside of the building and he tricked you to think that there is nothing there." Cooper explained.
"James would never do that to me. He is my friend and he has never hurt me." I deflected the statement he gave.
"Guess I can't change your opinion of him, but as the saying goes 'you made the bed, now you have to lie in it'." Cooper sighed. "I am still certain that he pranked you out of amusement for himself."
"He did the same for you back in high school." I pointed out. "He was just playing around and he enjoys it."
"Enough of the chatter about our high school days, Vixey. You need to get out of there pronto! Fazbear's Fright is extremely haunted, and according to some files I have here with me the ghosts are known to use the bodies of robots to do the dirty work for them. They will most likely try to come inside of the office and kill you, and if you keep your guard up they will try to mess with your mind. For example, you will probably think that the hallway is the exit. I want you to stay focused and be on alert for anything that goes bump in the night. I could come over and try to help you, but I am afraid it would make things worse. Vixey, are you there?"
I didn't answer until later. I was really quiet throughout his speech, especially on the part with the robots. "Yeah, I just wasn't expecting you to give me advice like that."
"My other advice for you is this. You must not move from your spot during the night, okay? If you do move to another room or place, that will make it easier for the robots to track you down. Its a good thing that the camera's are fixed and refurnished to look good as new, you can use them to track any intruders that will try to come to you. That tactic makes the robots go a bit slower in their advancement toward you. Another thing you should use to your advantage is the audio tapes to confuse the robots into thinking your in one room when in reality you are in the office. If you by chance escape from the place by morning, I will give you another call and see how you are doing."
"Alright Cooper." I nod my head as I look around on the desk to see if I can find any device that is connected to the cameras. I managed to find an ipad that is attached to the wall, I tested it out to see if it works and it does when I notice the pictures of the rooms I once went through. "Hope to see you later."
The call ended and I take a quick look at my phone to see the time. It is 12:55, just about five minutes close to one. Then that means I only have five more hours until six. I just need to keep myself busy and then I will be on my way back to my home.
I check out the cameras and examine them as much as I could. Some of them are flickering in and out so much that I had to go to another spot on the camera to make it not mess with my head. Makes me wonder how come the employers didn't just get some new equipment for stuff like this. On the bottom corner of the ipad there is two buttons, one of them I checked was the map for the vents, the other was the audio tape.
Curious about the audio, I clicked on it. I heard a little boy's voice calling, "Hi!", the sound echoes through the whole building. How odd. I felt as if I heard that voice from before, but I don't remember exactly where. The only thing I remember about it is in a nightmare I had.
I remember seeing a little boy in front of me. He and I were alone in the dream with nothing else but the spotlights that are shining on us. The boy was nothing more than what I feared the most in the whole world; he was a robot. His painted smile never left his face, and his eyes opened to show me those hypnotic and demonic black eyes with white pupils. There was something about those eyes that set me off, making me want to cringe and back away from them.
The boy. I am not afraid of him, the one standing behind him in the darkness, that one I am deeply horrified. I can tell that he is there because of the shadows moving around beside the boy. His glowing black eyes changed to amber and before I can take a breath, he lunges for me. I remember waking up before the robot even got the chance to hurt me in the dream.
I was so busy thinking about my dream that I didn't see what came up in my screen while I was playing around with the voices on the tape. A figure of a boy's head appeared, taking up all of the screen with its empty soulless eye sockets. I recognized that face from my nightmares. The little boys face, all burnt up like he was nothing but firewood. The makeup on his face is all gone, the eyes are not there, and the creepy smile is still present.
I closed my eyes and looked away from the ipad. "Please, do not come here." I whisper, panting softly. "I don't want to deal with you right now." I waited for a moment until I felt that it was safe for me to open my eyes again. Oh dang it! Standing right in front of me, fully looking at me straight in the eyes was the little boy. "Please... Go away!"
The little boys eyes narrowed, his smile stretched wide like he thinks that I am not the boss of him. His mouth made a cracking noise before he raised his plastic wooden hands up in the air, giving me a loud screech that made me jump a couple of feet from the desk. I waited for him to try to come at me again, but he vanished from my sight just as quickly as he arrived.
I took a couple of breathes just to calm myself down. "He's gone. Good, stay away." I warned him as I looked around to see if he was just waiting around the corner to get to me again. Thankfully, the little boy didn't show up. Now, what I saw on the other end of the ipad when I checked on the rooms, something else was coming for me. A rabbit, but his color was hard to pick out from the flickering lights at the black and white backgrounds of the cameras. I can see that its body is severely damaged from years and years of neglect; some of its body parts were tattered and torn, its insides were exposed in the cracks, and a great portion of its right ear is missing with wires sticking out of the stump left behind. Its legs are stripped of its fabric, revealing its metallic endoskeleton mid-section.
I didn't know what to make of it, but I had the strangest feeling that I know what it is capable of. As I keep watching him go from room to room slowly making its way to the office. Its fluid and smooth movements remind me of someone I know of in my nightmares. For a split second I could hear that insane laughter in my head, the voice of a madman. I still remember how this mysterious man was the one who tried to murder me in my dream.
I shake my head at the memory and quickly brought out my phone to check the time, seeing that it is only 2:05. I put it away and start looking around for anything that can help me if I am to be cornered in the office by that robot. Nothing is present except a little opening on the right side which I believe to be one of the vents. I didn't want to go in there for fear of being covered in soot and dirt that has been collected in there for over the days it was abandoned, so I left it alone.
When I turned my attention to the left of the room, I tensed as soon as I locked my eyes on the damaged bunny. It was peeking from behind the edge of where a door should be, staring at me dead in the eyes. It's pale glowing gray eyes are closed halfway and its robotic smile is not very comforting to look at. I clutch the ipad tightly and give the robot a glare of my own, waiting for it to make its move. When the room began to darken, I realized that the gold bunny (at least I presume that it is a gold bunny) was trying to give me a fright. Although I fear of what it could do to me, I don't feel the necessary need to give into my fear. If I put it on a scale of one to ten on how scared I would be with that robot in the room, my scale with the gold bunny is at a four.
The room began to loose its dark presence as I am greeted by the gold bunny walking straight toward me in a human-like fashion and gave a screech that sounded like a hiss. I didn't give it much time to finish its greeting as I slam the ipad as hard as I could into its face, giving it a good slap with the device in my hands.
I do not wait to see if it has recovered from my attack, instead I easily run past him and went outside of the office, holding onto the doll tightly in my grip. "Sorry Cooper, but I need to get rid of that thing before it gets rid of me." I thought in my head. I ran through the halls, making sure that I didn't trip or miss anything that is on the ground. I felt that I had done this sort of act before but I can't place where exactly I remember doing this in. All I just know is that I can't let the rabbit get me.
"Where do you think you are going child." The mechanical voice of the gold rabbit spoke behind me as I kept running through the halls. "You are only making this more amusing for me. I love it when my prey runs from me."
I didn't doubt for a second that this robot thought that he would win in getting me to submit to my fears. I didn't even think that I would have to deal with a male robot in an abandoned horror attraction. "If you want me, come and get me you mangy rabbit." I call from behind me. I almost bumped into one of the walls in front of me, slowing me down before I picked up my speed again.
Whoever made those walls really wanted somebody to experience the pursuit of a psychopathic robot who would love nothing more than to crush your throat.
I just about made it to the exit at the end of the hallway until the gold bunny appeared in front of it. For a second I wondered how he even got to me this fast before I turned my gaze to the floor, seeing an entrance to a vent that was on the other side of the building. The bunny's facial expression is hard to describe, I can't tell whether he is looking at me in amusement because I failed to get away from him in time, or in confusion. His eyes narrowed in suspicion as he took a thorough look at me while I was searching around the place for a weapon to defend myself with.
"Don't be afraid. It is not the first time you will die by my hand child." The gold bunny said, chuckling. I raised up my eyebrow in confusion at that statement.
" You have mistaken me for someone else, bunny boy." I told him in a harsh tone. "I don't even know who in heavens name you are."
"Ah, so you say you don't recognize me." The gold bunny said, if he were to be surprised I would have heard it in his tone of voice already, he isn't, and for some reason he is pleased by it. "You may have forgotten about me and your friends, but I could never forget the face of the child I murdered back in the day I was living and breathing in this world. You do look a lot like her, the huge bang hanging over your face proves that you crawled back from where you should belong, in your grave."
While he was talking, I didn't notice my huge bang hanging over my left eye until I felt it tickling the left side of my cheek. I shook my head slowly, "Just because I have a very long bang covering my face doesn't mean that I am who you believe I am. Get your facts straight, I do not know you and I prefer to keep it that way."
The gold bunny's metallic lips creased upwards. "It doesn't matter who you remind me of child, just like that night guard who tried to withstand me in this place before he died along with the establishment when the fire broke out. I hope you die in a fire as well, just like your friends did."
Before I could say anything, he went into attack mode and lunged for me.
(Somewhere deep inside of the horror attraction)
The 4th Child waited for what seemed like a very long time as he slept in his host body for comfort, trying to sleep soundlessly in the dark before he woke up to the sounds of crashes and bangs that came from outside of the room he and his friends are locked in.
The 1st Child and the others were still asleep, the 4th Child expected as much because they were more used to sleeping with all of the noise that goes on about in the dark. Then again, they have been dozing off in their duties ever since the Purple Guy was killed inside of the Spring Bonnie suit. The 1st Child claimed that since that their murderer is suffering in his misery of being tricked to get into the suit, he and the others would just need to relax and let loose. However, both the 4th Child, the 1st Child, and the 3rd Child knew that the Purple Guy would not be taken down that easily. In order to make sure that the murderer didn't get what he wanted by killing anyone who comes into the old restaurant, the three children were on watch for him throughout the countless nights as phantoms of their robotic selves. They have been so used to being inside of the suits that they became the characters that they adored. They kept up the charade until the murderer decided to return to the pizzeria, thinking that he was going to destroy them for good and get them to move on so that they can stop haunting him in his dreams. That was thirty years ago.
The 1st Child thought that by burning the whole building to the ground with his new host body it would for sure destroy the man who killed them. It didn't succeed, and to add insult to injury the former employees of the horror attraction had sold almost all of their merchandise to anyone who would buy them. But the only good part of the whole thing was that in their greed and pride in getting rid of the merchandise, they forgot to get rid of the horror attraction counterparts of the famous Freddy Fazbear crew. The 4 Missing Children thought that since Purple Guy managed to dismantle the bodies they possessed, they wouldn't be able to possess anything else but a couple of useless furniture, but when the horror attraction employees were building the new bodies from the scraps they found, the children were very pleased by the new looks. The only thing that didn't complete the horror attraction crew was the absence of Golden Freddy, to which the children were a bit forlorn over having one of their friends missing in action.
Just thinking about the missing Golden Freddy suit made the 4th Child miss the one person who he wanted to play with for the rest of his life; The 5th Child. He always wondered where his little pirate buddy went off to. He missed her deeply, more than she would ever know, and the sad part was that she doesn't even want to be with him anymore. Why did she have to leave him and her friends? He understood that he must have done something that was either harsh or gut-wrenching but he didn't think that it would make her not want to show her face to her friends again. But he had a job to do by killing the other night-guards so that they can lure the Purple Guy to them. He wondered why she had to side with the adults instead of standing by him. It didn't matter anymore, he had made his choice to side with the Puppet and she made her decision by standing with the mortals.
Above all of the 4 Missing Children who still wish and wait for their little friend to come back and join them, the Puppet despised the 5th Child the most because of her insubordination in his cause. None of the other children ever dared to cross him but her. The Puppet blamed the 5th Child for a couple of things, mainly for her being soft to the adults, her views of the adults being good people, but he also blames her for leaving them in the situation they are in right now.
They were stuck. Even after they had done all that they had accomplished to catch their murderer, they are still stuck.
When the Puppet figured out what went wrong, he fumed over the fact that the 5th Child was the one who caused the mess that they are in. Perhaps he presumed that she planned for this all along and that she would much rather see them suffer than let them move on. But as much as he would like to blame her for all of the trouble, the Puppet didn't really know what was the purpose of them not being able to move on, the other children didn't know either.
The 4th Child decided to leave his body for now and blended into the shadows to see what the ruckus was, following the sounds as his shadow form flowed across the walls at a slow and steady speed. He knew the hallways and the rooms like the back of his black ghostly hand. The sounds have stopped for the moment only to be replaced by something else the child didn't think would come to pass. He could hear the triumphant yells of a female and the grunts of the robotic being whom the 4th Child recognized to be Springtrap.
"Thought you could scare me bunny boy?" The females voice taunted the robot in a statement. "Now how about I take out your old parts and feed them to the dump!" The shadow child looked a bit surprised at that statement, he had never heard of a girl acting so tough to the big bad bunny. He heard a couple of crashes and bangs before he could now see the girls shadow. She is backing away from Springtrap while her right hand went over to what looked like a little sack on her waist and reached in to pull out a small shard of glass that is sharp and pointy like a handheld knife. In a split second when Springtrap lunges for an attack, the girl raised her weapon in front of her and begins attacking back at the robot. Her slashing attacks made it more difficult for Springtrap as she slices off his hands and stabs him in the legs. The 4th Child was kind of impressed on the entertainment he was getting from watching his murderer get a taste of his own medicine.
The girl scoffed as she takes out the glass shard from the robots legs. "You won't be able to attack me if you are decapitated from head to toe."
"For a pathetic little girl as you are, I am impressed that you learned how to bite back against me." Springtrap said.
"What do you think I am? A damsel in distress? Far from it!" The girl exclaimed in a superior tone of voice as she throws a couple of more attacks.
"Foxy, what do you think you are doing out here?" The 1st Child, or 'Freddy' as he is now called, snapped the 4th Child out of the trance. The children called each other by either their new names or by the number of which they were killed in order. For Freddy's ghost spirit, he was killed first while Bonnie's ghost child was the second one to be killed. The 3rd Child and the 4th Child came afterword. The 4th Child looked back at his partner, or leader of the group and stared at his ghostly shadow form. There isn't much to the children's looks after when they passed away, all that is left of them is a shadow of what they looked like back when they were alive. Each of the children had something that stood out to them in the shadows; the 1st Child had a couple of bangs could be noticeable when it flutters in the breeze, the 2nd Child had the messy wave of his hair stood on both sides of his head much like how he had them back when he still breathed, the 3rd Child still had her two ponytails and her braid in the back of her head and to make it more creepy looking she had her braids glow in the pinkish-purple color, the 4th Child still had his spiky hair pointing downward, and when the 5th Child was still around she had her long hair and the huge bang hanging over her left eye like an eyepatch. "I can't always be on the lookout for you when you do things like this. We already drove away the adults just by burning the whole building and leaving them with nothing but the antiques to sell. We can't bring attention to ourselves right now, not until we get out of here."
"You know as well as I do that we can't go anywhere until all of our business is settled once and for all." The 4th Child sneered.
"Then tell me what else there is to be done because all I see is nothing for us to do but sit by and watch as we are being ignored for other things like concerts and movies." The 1st Child stated, slapping his face in disgust at his friend. "And what is our murderer doing over there that is gaining your attention Foxy?"
"Some girl who believes that she is going to beat him up." The 4th Child answered, a grim look on his face while he turned his attention back at the dancing shadows of the girl and the robot.
"Now are you going to stand aside and let me through, or are you thirsty for more pain, you mangy rabbit?" The girl's voice shouted again in a threatening tone.
"Tis but a scratch." Springtrap sneered at her.
"You call that a scratch?!" Now it sounds like the girl is insulted by what he said. "Your whole arm is off!"
"No matter what I look like, I am going to rip out your skin and bones and crush them so hard that you will have to be stuck in a wheelchair for weeks-" Springtrap could not finish his sentence as the girl's shadow pressed something to make him shut down. His body, while it is still standing, slumped forward.
"Hah! A computers biggest weakness. Windows XP. Well its been fun bunny boy, hope we don't meet again next time." The girl said as she begins to leave the area. The 1st and 4th Child moved to the side and took a closer look. Just by looking at her backside, the children could tell that the girl looks small in appearance but has a very healthy and athletic look to her. Her red hair was tied up in a braid but there was some bits and pieces of her hair sticking out from the bottom of her head. Her bright red strapless dress swayed from side to side with each step she took, her knee high socks had a couple of blood stains on them, probably from when she was beating up the old rabbit. Once she was about to leave the room, Springtrap sprung back up on his feet to try and attack her but he noticed too late that she slipped away from him by slamming the door the second he woke up. He cursed under his breath and before he could chase after her, she pressed what looks like a small remote and shut him down again.
"Better not forget this thing," The girl muttered as she quickly went back to get something from the other side of the hall and hid the item underneath a worn out poster that she recently tore off from the wall. She carried it in her arms like how she would carry a baby and left the room again. The two children didn't know what she was taking from the horror site, but they honestly didn't really care, they have seen that before right at the auction. But for the 4th Child, he had a different agenda with what leaves and what stays at the horror site. He mainly likes to keep what he thinks is very precious to him and the rest of the children back when they were alive, whether it be the arcade games or the costumes, but he really wants to keep something else close to him that is more valuable to him than any arcade game or costume can offer him; the Golden Freddy plushie.
The doll isn't his to be precise, it once belonged to a friend of his, Ella was the owner of the doll. The doll may have been a toy but it held many memories of the good times the 4th Child and the 5th Child had together, from the day he rescued it from the 1st Child all the way to when they got murdered. Soon after he died and possessed Foxy, he made sure to keep the doll safe for her if she ever decided to come back to join him and the others to kill off the night-guards who watch over them in the restaurant. But as soon as he found her and tried to give the doll back to her, she said that she can't bear the sight of the doll anymore, screaming and yelling for it to go away. He suspected that the doll reminded her of the murderer disguised as the very same bear whom she loved dearly as a friend.
Many years have passed, including the 30 years after when the Purple Guy got murdered, and she still hasn't returned for the doll. She still never returned to him after all that had happened.
The 4th Child wiped away the grey tears rolling down his ghostly face, trying to put that memory aside for now as he floated over to the place where he hid the toy in the horror attraction. When he got there, he immediately narrowed his eyes in confusion, his teeth showed a growl forming on his lips. The doll was gone! His eyes twitched in agitation and anger while holding back a screech. He vowed to find that doll and kill the unlucky fellow who would dare take what is the last remaining piece of his little pirate buddy. His clasped his fists as he quickly realized that perhaps the girl who he and the 1st Child watched earlier was the one who stole the doll from him. It had to be her because no one else, not even Springtrap or the night-guard or the employees dared to look for the doll.
He disappeared from the room and reappeared in the office, hoping that the girl hasn't left the place yet. She wasn't there, the only thing she left behind in the office was the damaged ipad that was used to watch over the place. He screeched so loud that it could reach the heavens, no one but the other children would hear it.
11:30 A.M.
"So what did you think of the old horror attraction, Vixey? Was it too scary for you?" Ken asked me the morning after when I got home.
"The old dump you call an attraction did not scare me one bit, Ken." I answered, giving off a prideful smile. "I handled it just fine, though I suppose if the employers wanted a scary attraction, they could have done more instead of making it look like you are walking down memory lane. Want another cup of root beer?" Ken nodded as I poured him another glass of one of our favorite drinks we liked back when we were in high school.
"I bumped into Cooper somewhere downstairs at the party. He sounded pretty concerned for your well being and wanted to make sure that you were safe." Ken said as I can hear the music from outside my bedroom. My mom is a big fan of hosting parties that usually are for the charities she works with around town. Whether it be feeding the poor kids in different countries that couldn't get very much food, or giving clothes to those who don't have any, or even giving schools the knowledge and education they need to include music and arts in their school area. My mom is the kind of woman who wants to make every person she encounters happy with what they have and she does so without hesitation.
"Cooper called me last night while I was doing the dare," I mentioned, taking a small sip from my drink. "I told him that I would be fine and that he shouldn't worry."
"To be honest, if I was in his shoes, I would be worried about how you would handle being in a scary place like Fazbear's Fright." Ken said, heaving a sigh. "Although he kind of reminds me of his late uncle who used to work at a place like that and he died while he was working over there."
I know very little about Cooper's late uncle. In fact, Cooper decided that since he lost his favorite uncle in some sort of accident he didn't want to talk about him for fear of reliving the memory of his uncle being gone from this world. He was only a toddler when it happened. "What do you know about Cooper's uncle working at a place like Fazbear's Fright?"
"He worked at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza," Ken corrected. "That is all that I can remember because my father was kind of a close neighbor to him before he married my mom and moved out of the neighborhood. He was devastated when he heard that his old friend passed away." He shook his head, "We don't even know what caused his sudden death. Dad suspected that it might be a heart attack, mom says he died of an accident, but I don't really know."
"I do," I hear Cooper saying as he enters my bedroom and takes a seat right on my bed. I almost jumped when I heard him speak, but I calm down at the sight of him. His fierce brown eyes and his short wavy black hair are still the same since the day we graduated from school. He has his old calculator t-shirt from his days as a Junior at school and his dark blue jeans still fit his athletic form real nicely. "I believe that somebody murdered him while he was at work."
"Get real, Cooper! Nobody around here would ever commit something as bad as that. Everybody knows everybody in this town so there really isn't anything to go on about." Katie came into the room to shush up my friend, brushing off one of her loose blond bangs out of her face. She readjusts her long ponytail in the back of her head as she just stands in the middle of the room with her dark black jeans and her white t-shirt with a picture of a skull surrounded by jewels.
Cooper replied in a challenging tone. "Then do you have a better idea of what my uncle died from?" When Katie didn't come up with an alternative way of backing up her claim, Cooper scoffed. "Just like I thought. You only wanted to bring me down by turning what I know to be the truth into a lie. I know your endgame, Katie, so don't try to pull anymore tricks on me." I couldn't blame him, sometimes without meaning to, Katie is best known to manipulate the truth and mix it up with whatever gets inside of her head to turn it into a made up story. She prefers to be the most dramatic one of our group whereas Ken is the one to provide knowledge and James is the brawn, and I am the daredevil. Cooper, even though he is my friend, doesn't want any part of the group, and he tried to get me to leave the group multiple times just so that I maintain my innocence. He maybe is the more cautious one of my group of friends but I am stubborn when it comes to keeping friendships until they give me a reason to leave.
"Um, guys!" Ken coughs to interrupt the heated glares that Cooper and Katie are locked on in. "Let's just skip the whole drama act of 'what killed Cooper's uncle' and get back to what is more important here. Anyway, Vixey, did you by chance find anything that you brought back from the place?"
I nod and point to the end of my bed where my pillows are and showed them the withered yellow bear doll that I found in the attraction. "It seemed to be proper in getting it out of the place so that I can clean it up and give it away to someone who really needs a stuffed toy."
"Not to be sentimental or anything, but I personally think it belongs in the trash." Katie told me as she and the others took a look at the doll. "Its all dusty, and not at all fluffy anymore."
"I will get something to clean it up and you can tell me if it belongs in the trash or not when it is clean as a whistle." I replied as I held it almost protectively in my arms. I don't know why but there is something about the doll that is making me feel like it is my responsibility to make sure that it is safe. Perhaps I am just growing soft in seeing something as cute as a toy with those big eyes and fluffy arms and legs. I used to have that with all of my stuffed zoo animal toys, mostly my old monkey and giraffe toys. I also liked playing with stuffed puppies and kitties when I was little. The only toys I am wary of is the farm animal ones and the nature ones. I am okay with some of those animals, but there are only four animal toys I don't ever want to play with. Out of the farm animal toys, I disliked the chicken and the rabbit toys, and in the nature toys I don't go for the stuffed bears and the foxes.
"Is that honestly all you could find at the horror attraction place?" I heard James' voice as he came inside my room to join the conversation. "You could do better than that silly little thing." I look up to see his shining blue eyes and his short brown hair, I always wish to get lost in them, but I narrowed my eyes in confusion over what he said.
"Then what did you expect me to get? There was nothing else salvageable to find in there." I ask.
He waved off my statement like it meant nothing special. "What I mean to say is that instead of keeping a useless toy doll, you could have gone for something else that is far more fearsome and dangerous in the horror attraction. How about for tonight, you can go back in there and put the doll back where you found it, then you can go look around and steal something else?" He smirked.
I felt Cooper touching my right shoulder and walked right up to James, a sneer on his face. "No! It is not safe for her to go back in there anymore! I believe you failed to hear what happened over there in the middle of the morning." He turned to me. "The demolition workers got brutally murdered over there just as soon as you left the place."
"Big deal, Phone Boy. People get murdered all the time." Katie says, unamused.
Ken shakes his head at her. "I believe Cooper on this one guys. It doesn't look like an ordinary accident by human hands. Those people I saw in the news that got killed were either burned to ashes, stabbed in the throat, crushed, or bitten hard on the head."
I stood still while looking at the boys, my eyes wide in shock. Chills came up my spine as I imagined all of those people being murdered by some sort of evil being of immense power. I suspect that the one who could have done it is the yellow bunny, but then I thought that he couldn't possibly do it with only one arm and he wouldn't get very far with my Windows XP virus I sent into his computer system to slow him down. He would be out from my list of suspects. But who could be at the horror attraction to commit the murders? I just hope to the heavens above that it would not be... Them. Just thinking that it would be them makes me shake a little bit.
James grunted, already tired of the argument. "Fine! I'll go in there! We will ALL go in there together."
Ken shook his head at his friend. "No way James! Do you want us to get killed by those monsters?" If I wasn't so scared to move my head up and down I would have agreed with him.
"Will you just quit that Ken! There is no such thing as-" James stopped himself, sighing in disappointment. "Fine. I'll go in there with Vixey, the Queen of Dares, into the horror attraction." I couldn't help but smile in pride over him using my game title.
"I'll go with James as well." Katie pronounced as she gets close enough to lay her head on his left shoulder.
"You guys can't leave me behind in all of the fun. I should go with you too." Ken caved in as he joined the others. He seemed to have relaxed the moment he knew that we were all going to go to that place together.
Cooper turned away from us, disgusted that we were doing something that he doesn't want us to do. "After all that has happened today, I thought that this would be enough to get you guys to stay away from that place. Good luck with getting out alive, you probably won't survive the night." He turns to leave the room, slamming the door behind him. I didn't hear what James and Katie had to say about the response Cooper gave us as I ran over to the doors and chased after him.
He already turned off to one of the hallways in my moms mansion. "Don't you even dare think about getting me involved in this, Vixey!" He sneered at me, even though he didn't turn to look at me. "You can't persuade me away from what I think about your games with those guys."
"You don't have to come and hang out with us if you don't want to." I say when I finally caught up to him, we both stopped right in the middle of the Living Room as just stood there for only a couple of seconds before we sit down on my moms purple couch. "I can understand why you feel frightened over us going to the one place where the murders occurred, but that is only one time that has ever happened in a long time. Its not like whoever is doing the murders would strike again tonight."
"It will happen again, I just know that those creatures of the night will strike again." Cooper says in defiance of what I said. "How can you even believe that nothing bad will happen to you when you don't even know what the hell is going on over there? That place has been riddled with blood and gore ever since those incidents with the children and the Bite became a legend." He doesn't need to explain to me about all of that legend stuff that the Fazbear Fright attraction was trying to remind us of.
"That's all it is, a legend and nothing more." I reply. However much I want to believe that it is just a silly little legend, something in the back of my mind is trying to tell me different. I shut that thought out of my head as I shake my head. I want to tell him of all that I experienced last night, of the little robot boy and the yellow bunny, but I just keep my mouth shut and push them to the back of my mind. "Nothing bad will happen to me, Cooper. I will return home after I return the gold bear doll back to where it belongs. After that, I will stay away from that place for good if it makes you feel any better."
He shakes his head as he takes out his cell phone to look at whatever is on his screen. "It would make me feel better if you knew precisely what you are going up against first." He turns the phone to me. "Tell me exactly what you see in the photos from the murders. Study the fatal injuries and the marks on the bodies." When he tapped on the screen to make it bigger, my eyes widened in sheer horror at the sight of the bodies. He and Ken were not joking at all. I choked out a gasp as I looked at the photos of the dead men lying on the floor. Some were piled up, others were discarded like they were nothing but garbage. Four men looked like they were stabbed repeatedly in the chest and head, another ten were burnt to a crisp like they couldn't escape the flames. Another three looked like they got crushed like a pancake and the other three had their throats or stomachs slit with some sort of huge knife or something that could do enough damage. I couldn't understand how such horrible things could happen to those poor men, but I understood Cooper's warning. Some images go through my head in a very fast pace, some very strange yet familiar murders of the adults at a restaurant. I don't know what time or place it is at but I feel like I have seen and dealt with them before.
"All I see is a massacre." I answered honestly, trying to keep my breathing under control. I don't want Cooper to know how scared I was in facing what is probably waiting for me. "I promise I will make sure I stay alive long enough to return home. Besides, all I have to do is return the doll and get something else. How tough can it be?" I could feel that something in the back of my mind was telling me that it will be exactly what I don't want to happen.
The rest of the day passed by quickly. Nothing special was going on after when my mom got done with her work for the day so I left the house as early as 11:00 P.M. to meet up with my friends for our little trip inside of the horror attraction. I made sure to bring the gold bear with me as I held its paw with my right hand. When the horror attraction was within my sights I noticed that James, Katie and Ken have already started heading inside of the building. I catch up to them as quickly as I could, already feeling some sort of chill running up my spine as I approach the building. I thought it was odd that the building would give off some scary aura that is trying to tell me to stay away and run home. I pushed that out of my mind as I head inside.
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Author's Note: Now that chapter one is done, I am still getting anxious over meeting up with the four main villains of the story. True, Springtrap or Purple Guy was the villain who started the whole thing, but he seems to be more of a beginner in the ways of being a robot in the third game. Now Vixey will have to face the four professional killers of the tale. Will she survive, or will a vengeful pirate fox get to kill her before she escapes? Stay tuned! Reviews are welcomed.