AH, THE LONG AWAITED CHAPTER 3! XD ENJOY! WARNING: JUST BLOOD AND INSANE VINCENT!


CERAH'S POV

I slowly opened my eyes. My, that was a very weird dream. Frankie and I got murdered, we met a child in the afterlife named Markus who said he would revive us, and colorful lights went into our chests...maybe 'weird' was an understatement, it's more like horrid...

Wait a minute...this isn't my house! But this place does seem familiar. This is Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria!

My eyes fully opened now and they feel weird, almost as if they were robotic! I put my hand to my eyes to rub them, but then I noticed that my hand was yellow with...is that fur or something?

I further examined my hand, it truly looked familiar. I just can't put my finger on it. Then, a sudden realization hit me. Markus said that once Frankie and I were revived, we won't be in our normal bodies!

I'm at Freddy's...and Markus said our bodies are in... I gasped when I finally figured it out. I'm...Chica! Our bodies were stuffed into the animatronics and I'm guessing our spirits must be haunting them. That explains why I can move Chica's body as if it were my own!

If I'm here, Frankie must be, too! And I know just where to look!

I looked down at my (Er-...Chica's) feet. I've never seen Freddy and the gang walk before, so can I do it? I slowly raised my leg up and smiled at myself in victory. To think, these animatronics should've been at least bolted down.

I took one step in front of the other and soon, I was walking normally. It was much easier than I thought. But then, I reached the end of the stage. W-Whoa...it looks so high up. I got down on my hands and knees, turning around so my behind faced the tables. I put my first foot down to the main level, and then my other foot. Once I looked at the stage, I saw a staircase by the side. I mentally facepalmed.

Well, I'm almost at my destination! I looked at the familiar purple, starred curtain that was the Pirate's Cove. If I had a heart, it would be beating rapidly as I made my way towards the attraction. "F-Frankie...?" I whispered. My voice sounded more grownup, with a childish flair to it. It sounded echoey like a robot as well.

There was no answer. Perhaps he's sleeping? Can we even sleep anymore? I slowly tugged on the curtain and pulled it open. There he was, standing in his deactivated pose. I wasn't completely if that was Frankie in there instead of a hollowed shell. Well, time to find out.

I climbed on the Pirate Cove's stage. It was sturdier than I thought. Taking Foxy's body by the shoulders, I shook it a bit. "Frankie? Frankie!" I whispered. I heard a robotic groan emitting from Foxy's body. "C-Cerah?" He asked weakly.

He blinked twice before looking at closely. "I-Is that really you? But how could that...?" Frankie looked at his body. "Am I...Foxy? Whoa, my voice...I sound like Foxy... So, that really wasn't a dream." He said.

I nodded. "Our spirits have been transferred into the animatronics. This is probably what Markus meant by us not being ourselves."

"MARKUS! He did this! What the hell does he expect us to do in these bodies?! We can't leave this place!" Frankie growled. I knew that Frankie didn't trust Markus, but I didn't think he would hate him this much...

"Frankie, we can figure out what to do in these bodies. We can't blame Markus for what he didn't do. He tried to help us." I tried to reassure him. I don't want Frankie to grow bitter because of what happened to us. I can't allow that to happen.

Frankie sighed. "I know, but...we're useless in these bodies."

"I know we are, but w-we..." I choked. I know as an animatronic, I can't produce tears. But that doesn't mean my feelings of sadness have completely disappeared. "W-We have to figure out our purpose for being here! What sort of revenge are we supposed to carry out?!" I fell to my knees. What if we never get our revenge? Are stuck in these bodies forever, even if they scrap us? I couldn't bear to think about it!

Before I knew it, I was bawling. Frankie kneeled next to me and embraced me. "I-I m-miss my m-ma, Frankie..." I sobbed.

"I do, too... Even in our state, we might see her again. Knowing my mom, she probably blamed her for what happened to us." Frankie sadly admitted.

He was right. Frankie's mom would always blame my mom for anything that happens to him when he's with us, even if it was not her fault. My mom brushes off though. She says that what Frankie's mom says is justified since she was responsible for him at that moment. I never really understood her reasoning, though. "How about we rest for the night? We've been through a lot and we need to perform tomorrow as animatronics." Frankie stated.

I nodded in agreement. Performing as the animatronics weren't a problem. Frankie and I know all of the Fazbear Gang's songs and each of the animatronics' habits. You can almost say it was natural for us to.

"You can stay with me for a couple of hours before I wake you up to head back to the stage. We wouldn't want the manager to get suspicious about you moving to the Pirate's Cove on your own." Frankie explained.

"I understand." I replied. We sat on the floor of the Pirate Cove's stage. Frankie wrapped his arms around me and I leaned on his shoulder for comfort. That reminds me...wasn't there a security guard that was supposed to work at night? There's cameras here, but shouldn't he have noticed me by now...?


VINCENT'S POV

I turned away from my girlfriend as we slept together. Oh, man. What I would do to have a kill as satisfying as the last one! I can't even sleep! All the blood and screams that will never be heard by the outside world! A luxury that only I and I alone will treasure forever!

Maybe tomorrow, I'll go for a younger one. Yeah...a younger kid. Maybe five years old or something. I need to make an impact that will shatter the Fazfuck Entertainment company's reputation forever and when the animatronics smell of blood and decaying bodies, I will be the one with the last laugh!

I sat up and got off the bed, making sure not to wake up Katrina. I walked to the bathroom and turned on the lights I went to the sink and turned on the faucet, washing my face with water. I need plan how the killing is going to turn out. I want this kid to squeal and squirm as I slash their body with multiple cuts and making them bleed profusely. If they gives me a hard time, I'll hit them on the head hard enough to knock them out and give them a concussion. I held my now wet hair up and away from my vision as I looked at the mirror, my purple hair streak stuck to the side of my face as an almost horrific grin formed on my face. I had a fucking hard time holding back my laugh.

So...this is what if feels like to be the devil.


CERAH'S POV

I woke up to the sound of someone opening the main doors of of the pizzeria. Looks like it was almost opening time. I sighed to myself. I was nervous. What if I couldn't fully play as Chica? I know Frankie can easily play Foxy with no problem whatsoever.

"Ugh, it stinks in here." I heard someone said. That must've been the manager, or something. "Sorry, sir. What do you want me to do?" Another person said.

"Just spray the damn place with air freshener. We have appointments in the next couple of hours!" The manager ordered the other male before heading off to a different room, possibly his office.

How can that manager be so careless about the wellbeing of children? 'Spray the place with air freshener'?! Who DOES that?! I watched as the other guy went to the janitor's closet and take out an air freshener. I can't believe it... That manager must be so dense that he wouldn't even noticed that there was a murderer lurking inside of the pizzeria! He probably only cares more about the money than the wellbeing of the customers.


A few hours later, a lot people began to line up outside of the pizzeria. There were mostly little kids 6 or 7 years younger than Frankie and I. It's probably a birthday party or something. And I'm more worried about the kids than my own stupid stage fright. What if that murderer comes back? Wait, no...there's no way he will. No one is THAT bloodthirsty and insane! Even if he comes back, what am I going to do? If I move off the stage, I'll scare everyone and then they'll put me out of commission!

Soon, the doors opened for the kids and their parents. The little kids squealed with delight and laughed like there wasn't a care in the world. I used to be like that, even with the bullying. But because of that murderer, I believe I've lost every bit of innocence that I had left. I saw a maintenance worker enter the same room that Frankie and I got murdered in… Was he the murderer…? It seemed like that room turned out to be the Parts & Service room. And my stupid self just thought it was just another party room.

The man came back out and Freddy and Bonnie became activated. The Pirate's Cove curtain also opened automatically. I guess that man wasn't the culprit. He just activates everything. Everyone cheered as Freddy greeted them all.

"Hello, boys and girls! Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. A magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life! Enjoy your stay!" Freddy said with out of his hearty laughs.

The kids cheered once more as began to chow down on pizza served to them by the workers. Freddy began one of his songs. Luckily for me, I knew this song by heart. I went ahead to sing all of Chica's parts. I must've done really well, since well, they haven't booed at me yet! I must be really convincing. At the corner of my eye, I saw Frankie singing to the kids in front of the Pirate's Cove. He was amazing. He probably sang better than Foxy himself! I smiled to myself. If only there was a way to repay him for his kindness to me. All I did was cause his life to end…

Before my sadness overwhelmed me, I heard a small giggle in front of me. I slowly looked down, making sure to be like Chica as close as possible. Then I saw a small boy with black hair and the most adorable hazel eyes. He wore black loafers with visible white socks and black shorts. He also wore a white short sleeved shirt with buttons and a collar, plus a red bow tie. He had a purple stuffed toy bunny attached to his back like a backpack. It also had a red bow tie. This boy is so adorable! "Hey, Chica!" The boy giggled. "It's really nice to see you again!"

I smiled to myself. He's a really nice kid. I wonder what his name is? The boy looked at Bonnie before looking back at me. "I'm gonna go see Bonnie for a sec! I'll be back!"

And with that, he walked to Bonnie. He had such a kind spirit. He must be a really good kid! It warms me up under this cold suit.

"Bryan! I'm heading to the bathroom! Wait here for me, ok?" I heard a kid say. I looked over to see a boy a few years older than the boy said. He looked like him.

"Ok, big brother!" The boy replied happily.

So, his name's Bryan? What a nice name. And that must be his older brother. I wonder what his name was? Soon, Bryan walked back up to me. "Chica, I'm back! I hope you didn't miss me too much!" He giggled.

Oh, if only I can reply to him. But, I guess I can reply to him as Chica. Once open my mouth, a man walked up to Bryan. He wore a flannel shirt, blue jeans, and black boots. He also had a black baseball cap that was pulled so down that covered his eyes. A purple streak of hair on the left side of his face that was in contrast with the rest of his black hair was the only thing that stood out. The man knelt next to Bryan. "Hey, little boy... Would you like some cake?" He asked.

Bryan looked at him, a bit unsurly. "My brother doesn't want me to go anywhere without his permission."

"Your brother, huh? I see, that's too bad..." Then, the man took a cloth out of his pocket and covered Bryan's mouth with it. Bryan struggled a bit before he passed out.

My eyes widened. No...no, no, no, no! That CAN'T be the killer! Oh, God, please no! Not Bryan!

The man made a huge disturbing grin before he carried Bryan to the side of the room. And when no one was looking, he entered the Parts & Service room.

Tears would've been falling out of my eyes if I had them. I just STOOD there... I actually allowed him to take Bryan. What kind of person am I? Because of me, another innocent person is going to DIE!


VINCENT'S POV

I splashed water on the kid to wake him up. He pathetically cough as he wiped his face from the water. When he looked at me, a look of fear appeared on his face. How amusing.

"P-Please...I-I need to g-go b-back to m-my brother... I d-don't like this g-game..." The kid said.

He doesn't like this game? Well, I do. I think this game is growing onto me. Ah, no matter. I picked up an aluminum baseball bat. Since when was the last time I played tee ball?

"Don't worry. This game's pretty fun." I said to the boy. "The rules are simple. Don't run away, and I'll go easy on you." I tapped my bat on my right shoulder as I took of my hat and threw it on the steel table.

"N-No! Please, I don't w-want to play!" The kid complained. Great, now the fucking brat's crying. That's it. The kid tried to open the door to no avail. Just as I expected. Seriously, you'd think a kid would die without a struggle.

I took out the knife from my duffle bag and stabbed the kid in the back. He screamed a glorious shreak. Blood gushed out of his back, heavily staining his white shirt. Heh, I thought that stupid backpack would prevent the knife from going through. Looks like I was wrong, but in this case, I was fucking glad I was wrong.

The kid held onto the door knob as I positioned my bat to get ready for the climax.

"H-H-Help...m-m-me..." The kid said with one of his last breaths as he started shaking visibly.

I aimed for his head, my devilish grin forming on my face...

"P-Please..."

I took my stance and swung. Blood splattering my forever grinning face.


Vincent/Purple Guy is SO cruel! How the hell is he liked?! I know it's my story, but when I first heard he murdered CHILDREN, I immediately hated him. Who would love someone like him?! I blame Rebornica. -_-'

EDIT: Please, do not tell me to add anyone to the story. I'm only adding one nightguard, and I can't tell you who it is yet. If I take any characters and add them, it will mess up the story.