Chapter 2 Triggering Fate

The security guard couldn't believe it: he had discovered an animatronic deep within the darkness of Fazbear's Fright. Tyler shifted his light so he could get a better look at it. The withered Spring Bonnie suit was a sickly greenish, yellow color, wires were sticking out here and there. Old, spots of blood had dried up and gone crusty, the tattered suit that was riddled with tears and old age, also had it's robotic feet exposed, multicolored wires drapped down over them like small curtains. Obviously this spring lock suit had been stored away in the dark for quite a few decades, seeing as how it's endoskeleton was showing.

"No way man. I actually found an old animatronic. Ha! See Mr. Fazbear!" Tyler shouted into the darkness. "Told you I'd revive the legend from thirty years ago!" The blonde patted himself on the back. As he was busy congratulating himself, Springtrap's eyes glowed and the suit sprang back into life. The rotting early model of Bonnie raised his head and looked around. Soon it came to a stop when Tyler turned back to the robot and reached his hand out. "Hm, I wonder how long this has been here?" Preston's hand came closer and closer, wanting to get a feel of the suit and it's condition.

Moving it's eyes around, Springtrap/Vincent was drawn to the light the guard was holding. Lashing out a robotic hand, Springtrap fixed a strong steel grip on the guards wrist and squeezed it like a vice. Not letting go. Tyler grabbed a hold of the robotic hand and tried to pry it off of him, but it was to no avail. Robotic claws dug deep into his flesh, piercing it and drawing some blood that trickled down and stained his uniform a dull crimson red.

"Hey man what is this? Let me go." Preston ordered. The reactivated suit just stared at his victim like he was trying to decide what to do with him. (Which he was.) Standing up and then gripping the mans shoulders, Springtrap vigorously shook Tyler until his eyes were spinning. His hat had flown off his head while at the same time he lost his grip on his light. He watched in horror as his flashlight fell out of his hands and rolled away into the shadows. Turning back to the suit and after regaining his blurry vision of the room shaking, Tyler found the robot grinning at him. The man gulped with fear. His face drained itself of color and he started trembling.

The blonde couldn't find the courage inside to scream for help, as he was too paralyzed with panic to do anything, but then again...nobody else was here with him. Nobody to come to his rescue. The dayshift guard...all alone in Fazbear's Fright? Tying to survive not being killed by a deathtrap robot? This so wasn't what Tyler Preston wanted to be doing. Nor what he had signed up for in the first place. He just wanted to revive an old urban legend.

Giving a sly smile, Springtrap roughly threw the security guard to the floor, knocking the wind right out of his lungs. Tyler gripped his chest as he gasped for a breath. Propping himself up on his elbows, he turned his head to find the evil animatronic glaring at him. A single "Meep!" Was the only sound that came out of his mouth, for he was unable to form words at the moment. Scrabbling to his feet, the guard made a dash back to his office, using the hanging lights and lightbulbs dangling from the ceiling to guide him.

Peeking over his shoulder, Tyler discovered that he was being chased after. "Oh man, I did not see this coming at all." Adrenaline surged throughout the mans veins as he panted and rushed back into the office. His breath was coming out in rapid rasps by the time he got there. He placed a hand on his chest as sweat began to pour down the sides of his face. "I so didn't sign up to be killed man. I WANT TO RESIGN!"

Knowing that this could possibly be his hour of death, Tyler bounced over to his desk and picked up the phone. His breathing coming out on rapid rasps. Jamming his thumb down hard on the record button, the guard started his second message. He slapped on a fake grin to try and cover up the whimpering as he started night two's recording.

"Hey man! Ok I have some awesome news for you. First off we found some vintage auto training cassettes. Dude these are like prehistoric! I think they were like training tapes for like other employees or something like that, so I'm going to, like, have them playing, like over the speakers as people walk through the attraction. Dude that'll make this feel...legit man! But I have an even better surprise for you, you're not going to beleive this! We found one! A real one!" The man heard something bang. "Oh, uh, uhh, gotta go man! Uh, well look, it's in there somewhere, I'm sure you'll see it. Ok I'll leave you with some of this great auto that I found, talk to you later man!" He pressed the play button and activated the training tape he had uncovered earlier.

Tyler's ears pricked up in suspense when he heard something crawling across a metal surface. He then remembered the vents. Creeping over and taking a peek inside, Preston reeled back and scooted up aginst the wall in sheer terror as he watched the killer animatronic come through the vent shafts, punching the entrance/exit right off it's hinges. Vincent certainly was stronger in an animatronic body, his physical form might have suffered years ago, but his evil, twisted soul still lived on. And remained with a passion to kill and shed blood.

'Oh crap. I'm so dead.' Tyler's heart was racing a million miles per hour. As Tyler flattened himself against the wall, he heard Springtrap snap a finger. Moments after, he found out what that gesture was all about.

He felt his blood run cold as more animatronics approached. Green eyes widened in shock when charred, burnt versions of six different characters emerged from the dark shadows of the attraction. Consisting of: a bear with a top hat, who was also missing his ear and holding a microphone, a once yellow chicken now scorched black, a fox with his left arm missing and more then half of his rusty endoskeleton exposed, another fox with a second head, a tiny plastic boy with a propeller hat, and last but not least: a tall, thin human like creature.

Tyler felt his breath catch in his throat, he couldn't swallow as a lump formed in it's center. Now face to face with burt, broken down versions of Freddy, Chica, Foxy, Mangle, Balloon Boy and the Puppet, the guard was starring at:

The Phantom Animatronics.

A/N

Hey guys, suspense is fun and nail biting. Also, that goes the same for clifhangers as well. XD I've been working on this tale for like five soild days straight. That and I have just been cranking this chapters out one right after the other! XD I am on fire! Yeah! Now, some parts of this chapter I got from Bonnie bunny's animated YouTube videos, the main one that sparked this story was the animation of the DA Games song I'm the Purple Guy. One of my favorites by him. :P (also f.y.i: Bonnie bunny also has a new account under the same name. There's also Gold Box who also does those too) Love animations! How can one person have so much talent? :P Poor Tyler Preston I am so sorry! XD For this chapter and especially in the next chapter where you have to Die In a Fire. ;) Ok guys, that's it for now, until next time: R&R and keep smiling!