Disclaimer:
I do not own Five Nights at Freddy's, nor any of the characters or terms associated with it.
All credit goes to Scott Cawthon (creator and owner)
Some info before you get into it:
Chica is a she.
Foxy is a she.
Bonnie is a he.
Freddy is a he.
Night 7
I pulled into the parking lot earlier than I usually did. I was just too excited to wait and see my friends at the restaurant. My entire day had been crappy. I had been told that the rent on my apartment had increased, and by quite a lot. Whenever I wasn't sleeping, or out getting food and necessary items for survival, I was thinking about Feddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. I couldn't take my mind off of Foxy, and the others. I was constantly counting how many hours I had left before I could see them again.
It was 10:17 when I pulled into the driveway. I decided to get an early start to my work shift, paying little attention to the few cars still in the parking lot. I put the car into park, removed the keys, left the vehicle, closed the door, and locked the car with the remote control. I strolled towards the building happily, expecting it to be empty. Once I entered the dining area, I realized that it was far from it.
There were several people wandering around in the dining area, stacking hats on tables, and cleaning up the room. The janitor looked up from the floor which he was mopping, and glared at me. I hadn't expected that at all.
"It's thanks to you my job is hell." He muttered, going back to mopping the floor. I stood there silently, observing the room.
A girl had finished setting hats up on her table, and turned around to work on another one. Her gaze landed on me, and she instantly stopped what she was doing. She leaned over to a man finishing up his table, and nudged him in the side. He looked up at me as well, eyes wide.
"It's Mike." The girl whispered. The room was so quiet, I could hear it from where I was standing. Everything in the room stopped. The people setting up chairs, moving tables, or just entering the dining area had halted everything they were doing, and regarded me strangely.
Whispers of "It's Mike" suddenly filled the room. I was stuck there, the center of attention of the entire room. I hated that feeling, being watched by everyone. It gave me a sense of unease, and worry.
"Hey!" Someone shouted, marching up to me. He stopped just short of me, glaring at me, looking like he was ready to punch me in the face. "Stop messing with the animatronics!" Several courses of "Yeah" echoed around the room.
"What do you mean?" I asked him. I honestly had no idea what they were talking about. I glanced over to the stage, looking towards my immobile friends. They didn't move an inch, though I caught a slight amount of movement from their eyes. I nervously looked behind myself at the glass door. I couldn't fight off all these people if they decided to jump me.
"Don't you play dumb!" The man exclaimed, poking me in the chest with one of his meaty fingers. "Ever since you've been working here, the animatronics have been acting different!"
"They look different!" Someone in the back chimed up.
"I served a child a pizza." Someone told me, exiting the kitchen area. He walked closer to the stage, and pointed at them accusingly. "The kid started crying because he didn't get the topping he wanted. They all stopped singing, and stared at the child. Then they glared at me, like it was my fault."
Several whispers echoed around the room once more. Everyone was glaring at me, and I prayed that they didn't decide to attack me, or one of the animatronics. How was I going to explain that part?
"I think you're just seeing things." I told them, backing away slightly. The man saw his opportunity, and pressed forwards, pushing me back.
"Just seeing things!?" The man exclaimed. His mustache twitched, and he pressed me back faster. "I'll give you something to see!"
The man shoved me backwards, sending me to the floor. I landed on my rear, rolling back slightly. I was near the entrance of the building, if I could just make it to the entrance, I could make it to my car, and come back in an hour once they had all gone.
The mustached man leaped forwards. He tackled me to the tile just as I was starting to get up. He wrestled with me for a moment, elbowing me in the stomach. He crawled up, and sat on my chest, pinning my arms to my sides. He grabbed my shoulder with his left hand, and swung with his right.
Crack!
Several cheers erupted around the room. The blow to my jaw stung slightly, but wasn't as bad as what I had been subject to in the last week. I shrugged it off, and readied myself as the mustached man brought back his fist for another strike. He swung at me. I ducked my head to the side, causing him to go just over my head, and I could feel the air rush over my scalp. The man fell forwards slightly, and I took my chance to escape.
I used my legs, and pushed off the ground with them. I managed to make my body go diagonal, causing the man to fall forwards further. I used my arms, and pushed him over my head, causing him to roll off of me, falling to the floor. I swiftly got to my feet, and faced the man. He stood up as well, and we squared off, pacing each other, circling slowly.
Everyone in the room quickly gathered around the two of us, forming a ring around us. I was familiar with this. I had been in my fair share of fights, starting in elementary school. The first one I could remember was the one with the bully that had always stolen from other kids. He intimidated them with his gang, forcing people to hand over whatever he wanted. I eventually called him out as a coward, hiding behind the bodies of his "friends" instead of fighting his own fights. The battle quickly ended with me kicking him in the crotch. He hadn't bothered anyone after that.
"Fight fight fight fight!" The people chanted, pushing and shoving to get as close as they dared.
"C'mon!" The girl shouted. She went up behind me, and shoved me, sending me off balance. I was only stumbling forwards for a moment, but that was enough for the mustached man. He charged me, bringing his fist behind himself, stepping forwards with his left foot. He swung with his right arm, fist flying for my face.
Crunch!
He caught me in the nose while I was stumbling forwards. My head whipped backwards, and the floor fell out from underneath me. The room tilted on its side, before I crashed to the floor smacking my head on the cold, hard tile. My head was pounding, and my vision became slightly blurry. Though dazed, I had enough sense to cover my head once I saw the ring of people surge towards me, shouting "Get him!" loudly. I rolled to my side and covered my head, as the first blows started landing on me.
Someone kicked the back of my head, and everything seemed to pause for a moment. I was surrounded by an angry mob of people, with no hope for escape. Freddy, Bonnie Chica, and Foxy wouldn't be able to activate for at least another hour and a half. I couldn't fight off thirteen people at once.
Someone punched the side of my head, causing everything to return. Kicks, punches and other attacks all landed upon me, and I was helpless. I was only able to take the beating, and lay curled up.
A heavy kick struck me in the ribs. White hot pain shot throughout my body, and everything went dark. I immediately uncurled, and screamed in pain as my already broken ribs were shoved deeper into my body. I started to thrash around, trying to escape the horrible pain. I was unable to breathe, the ribs stabbing my lungs, causing unbearable pain to course throughout my body. Everything else stopped all together.
"Shit!" Someone exclaimed. I could faintly hear them backing away from me. I was suddenly alone on the tile, everyone in the room backed away. I resigned to laying still, trying to keep conscious through the pain. "Did we kill him?"
"It's your fault!" I heard through the pounding of my ears. I needed air, but couldn't take any in without my ribs puncturing my lungs. I was beginning to feel light headed, and dizzy. The cold tile grew colder underneath me as my senses started to fade.
I could make out people arguing around me. Some weird noise started up in the background of the talking, and all the people around me stopped all together. The simultaneous shuffling of feet lead me to believe they were looking at something.
"Llllllllllleeeeeeeeetttttttsssss eat-eat-eat-eat-eat!" Chica's voice exclaimed, breaking through the silence of the room. Jerky, uneven footfalls sounded from the stage, as well as broken, static noises.
"RUN!" Someone shouted. People started stampeding for the entrance of the building, pushing and shoving each other to get out. Eventually everything fell silent, and quick, even footsteps started getting louder.
"Mike!" Chica exclaimed. Everything felt like it was underwater. My lungs were burning from lack of oxygen, and I felt somewhere between throwing up, and choking. I felt cooler still, as something's shadow dropped over me, hiding me in the darkness. "C'mon, stay with me!"
She gently rolled me on my back. The searing pain shot throughout my body once again. I went rigid, and opened my mouth to scream in pain. Nothing came out save a gargle that lasted several seconds.
"What's... Wrong?" Freddy asked. He sounded strained, like he was fighting something.
"He can't breathe!" Chica exclaimed. She sounded slightly strained as well, but not as bad as Freddy. "Okay, Mike? Stay still!" She placed her hands on my broken ribs, pressing them deeper into my body. I lost all feeling in my body. I was aware of nothing but the white pain in my chest. "This is going to hurt!" She told me, but I could barely hear it. Everything seemed far away, and the drum pounding in my head slowly stopped.
CRUNCH!
I gasped loudly as Chica shoved the broken ribs back, leaving me room to breathe. Everything came back in a sudden rush. I proceeded to curl into a tight ball, quickly taking in breaths, even though my ribs were still cracked. I had just enough room to breathe, but any deeper caused pain to erupt throughout my body.
I lay there on the floor, quiet sounds making it past my lips. I was whimpering, and crying, laying there on the cold tile. Crying didn't help at all. The salty tears streamed down my face, and into the open cuts, burning terribly.
"Mike, it's okay." Chica told me. I didn't even acknowledge her existence. I just stayed there, unable to bring myself to move. A cold feeling had settled in the pit of my stomach, and I felt disconnected from the rest of my body. All I could feel was pain, terrible pain, both emotional and physical.
"Humans." Freddy muttered, taking uneven steps, sometimes stumbling forwards. "They attack each other, and harm themselves for fun." Freddy spat.
"Mike's not like that!" Bonnie exclaimed. He sounded strained as well. The two seemed to be getting closer, but I didn't care. I was stuck in my own little world of pain, shaking uncontrollably. I was dimly aware of someone taking hold of my hand, rubbing it slowly with their own.
"C'mon Mike, we need to clean you up." Chica murmured softly, slowly lifting me into the air. I inhaled sharply as my ribs shifted slightly, grating against my insides. I felt cold, and I was shivering rapidly. Chica's warm body didn't help one bit.
The sounds of the animatronics walking changed slightly. It sounded more echoed, and hollower. We were inside of the washrooms. The sound of running water sounded right in front of me. I slowly opened my eyes, and gazed into the mirror at myself.
Chica was holding me in her arms, looking down at me worriedly. I had an enormous bruise on my face, as well as several smaller ones. Small cuts covered my face. There was dried blood caked to my face, running from my forehead and nose, down to my chin. I looked at myself further. I slowly rolled up the sleeve of my t-shirt, exposing the bloody bandages from before. I had forgotten to change them. The scabby "It's Me" carved into my forearm was as prominent as ever. I looked at myself as a whole, and saw a bloody mess in the arms of Chica.
"I had no idea I looked that bad." I joked. I tempted a small laugh, but ended up coughing. The coughing fit caused my broken ribs to stab into my lungs, causing another wave of pain and nausea to wash over me.
"Stop talking." Freddy told me. I slowly settled down, and sighed slightly. I started stretching out in Chica's arms. She gently set me to my feet, holding onto me gently in case I fell. I blinked several times, and looked around at the three with me.
I suddenly felt something wet touch my face. I cringed back slightly, leaning away from the cold water. Bonnie sighed, and reached towards me, slowly washing my face with his wet paw. After there was a substantial amount of blood on his paw, he washed it off in the sink, and repeated the process. I stood there, shivering slightly.
"Why would they do that?" Chica asked, holding me gingerly.
"They do it because they can." Freddy replied. He sounded bitter, and angry.
"I swear, I'm going to kill them." Bonnie muttered. He looked at me quickly, concern showing in his eyes. "I couldn't fight the code fast enough to get to you. I'm sorry Mike." Bonnie was beating himself up over this.
"It's fine." I told him, shaking my head slightly. "It wasn't your fault."
"You're right." Freddy said solemnly. He suddenly stepped forwards, and gripped my shoulder tightly. I gasped in pain. "It's your fault! Why did you come back so early?"
"I wanted to see you." I told him through gritted teeth. His tight grip loosened slightly.
"Why?" He asked, staring me directly in the eyes. "Why would you want to see us? You could have been safe at home, with your family and friends."
"Freddy." Chica warned. Freddy glared at her, and then looked back at me, his grip tightening.
"Why?" He asked.
"You're my friends and family." I told them, gazing around the room. I then looked directly at Freddy. "The others either died or left me. I'll let you pick." I didn't mean for the last bit to sound harsh, but I was at the end of the line with him.
"Come with me for a moment." Freddy told Chica. She gave me a gentle squeeze, and then followed Freddy out of the washroom. It was just Bonnie and me in the room. He continued to clean me, and I smiled at him. He smiled back, but frowned once he noticed the gash on my forehead.
"Freddy, why are you acting like this?" I heard Chica ask from outside the room. "You were fine yesterday."
"It's because I care!" Freddy snapped. Bonnie and I glanced at each other quickly, before turning out heads back to the doorway.
"We all care Freddy." Chica soothed.
"I'm not going to let others I care about get hurt when I can stop it!" Freddy shouted.
"Freddy, we both know that what happened in 1987 wasn't your fault." Chica told him.
"I couldn't stop that purple colored man because of that puppet!" He spat. "All those children..."
"That was in the past." Chica told him. "You can't change that. Now we have to worry about Mike."
"You're right." Freddy sighed. He and Chica entered the room once again, and Bonnie hastily got to work, trying to scrub the blood from my face. I looked away from the doorway, trying to not seem like I was listening.
Freddy approached me, and placed one of his large paws on my shoulder. He turned me to face him, looking down at me.
"I'm sorry Mike, I overreacted." Freddy told me. He glanced around the room quickly, before speaking again. "We can't tell Foxy about what just happened. She might freak out because we didn't wake her." Bonnie and Chica nodded in agreement. "Mike, just tell her you tripped. It's not worth fighting over."
I stood there quietly. Bonnie finished scrubbing my face clean of all blood, and checking over the rest of me. He didn't find anything too concerning, other than my ribs.
"You need to see a doctor, or go to a hospital." Chica chided.
"I did." I sighed. "They told me to take some pain killers, and let it heal."
"Go get surgery and make them stick it back together with a special glue." Bonnie suggested.
"I tried. I don't have enough money for it." I told him, slightly embarrassed about my lack of funds.
"Well, just take it easy." Bonnie told me. He, Chica, and Freddy started leading me out of the room, and down the East hall towards my office. I limped along with them, wincing in pain every time I took too large of a step, jarring my side.
The trio led me into the office. I wasn't even in the office, and the cool air from the fan still affected me. The three entered the office, and stood around the new chair that had been brought in. It looked pretty normal in chair standards. It was a rolling chair, padded with foam. It's outside was a soft, brown leather, and the arm rests were covered in it as well. Bonnie urged me towards it. I sat down carefully, trying not to bump myself around too much. I sat in the chair, and rested my head back against it.
Bonnie, Chica, and Freddy were all standing there watching me. However, each of them twitched occasionally, like there was an itch that they just couldn't scratch.
"Mike, we need to go back to the stage." Freddy told me. "It's before twelve, and our programming doesn't like it."
"I'll be fine." I told them. Freddy nodded, and left down the East hall. Bonnie, following suit, left down the West hall. Chica was still in the office with me, regarding me curiously.
"Just really quick." Chica told me. She closed both of the power doors, which now worked, and sat down on the desk in front of me. "Please don't tell me you're leading Foxy on because she has breasts." I sat there surprised. Of all the things that she could have said, that was one thing I didn't expect.
"I wouldn't do that." I told Chica. "I... I love Foxy. She's wonderful, and kind, and the only person I've been able to talk to in a long time." Chica nodded.
"Just making sure." She told me. She reached down lower, near her waist, and grabbed something I couldn't see. She slowly started tugging it upwards, and I realized that it was a thin layer of cloth, matching her "feathers."
"What are you doing?" I asked tentatively. She rested the raised cloth on her chest, and tugged her bib off, setting it on the desk in front of me. She started tugging the cloth higher, until it suddenly came loose, exposing her breasts and beautiful figure to me.
"I have them as well." She told me. She suddenly blushed, realizing what she just did. "I-I'm not doing this b-because I like you!" She said hastily. "I'm doing this because I-I care about Foxy." She suddenly pulled the cloth down once again, covering up breasts, and giving her the appearance of a genderless animatronic once more. She pulled her bib back over her head, and straightened it out, leaving no evidence of what she had just done. She opened both doors, and looked at me quickly. "Be careful."
"I will." I told her. She wandered off down the East hall, leaving me alone in the office. I reached into my pocket, and checked my phone. It was only 11:07. I still had an hour left before any of them became fully active. I closed my eyes, and rested my head back against the head rest of the chair, trying to think about things. I slowly felt sleep overwhelming me, and gave into it, allowing the darkness to consume me.
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The sound of the power cutting out, and the generator starting up jolted me from my restful sleep. I yawned, rubbed my eyes, and quickly checked around the room. There was no one in here with me. I glanced at my phone that I had left on the desk. It was only 11:48. Foxy, Freddy, Chica, and Bonnie shouldn't be up for twelve more minutes. I grabbed the tablet that was resting face down on the desk, bringing up the show stage. Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica were all there, standing quietly. I switched the camera feed to Pirate Cove. The curtains were drawn, with no sign of life inside. The camera suddenly switched to 2B. There was a poster of a golden colored Freddy head on it. A giggle emanated from the tablet.
"What?" I asked aloud. I clicked on another camera view. It flashed an image of the dining area, before switching back to 2B. The same laugh came from the tablet. I was starting to get nervous. The fresh memory of Golden Freddy still in my mind, I started panicking a little bit. I rapidly started switching cameras, trying to break free of the image.
It kept reappearing, each time the giggle increased in volume. I was nervously shaking at this point. I set the tablet down.
Golden Freddy was sitting in my room, slumped over and lifeless. Two tiny pinpricks of light were all that was there in its dead eyes. Golden Freddy was holding a microphone in its right hand, and was wearing a top hat, and a dark blue bow tie.
Images of an eyeless Bonnie, Freddy with bloodshot eyes, and the words "It's Me" flashed over my vision, making it difficult to see Golden Freddy. I blinked, hoping to make the terrifying creature leave like the last time.
It was still there.
I tried to stand up, and run out of the office. I couldn't move any muscle in my body. I just sat there, lifeless as the creature in front of me. I tried to call for help, but nothing short of a soft moan left my mouth.
The creature giggled once more. The face of Golden Freddy filled my vision, a loud screaming noise filling my ears. I felt the world spinning faster, and faster. An enormous wave of vertigo washed over me, and I felt like I was being sucked right out of my body. The screaming noise became louder, and the room stretched out before my eyes, slowly fading to darkness.
~{o}~{o}~
My sight slowly returned. I was... In a car. My hand was drumming on the steering wheel happily. I tried to stop my fingers, and focus on the road. I couldn't. I started humming an old tune, but it wasn't me that was doing it.
I was watching through the eyes of another person. The person glanced over to the passenger seat of the vehicle, looking at the knife on the seat, before turning back to the road.
I tried to make sense of what I was seeing. The person I was watching was wearing a purple uniform, like the ones the employees of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria had to wear. Oddly enough, I wasn't given one.
"Just turn right up here." The person said aloud. I recognized the voice, but I couldn't place it. We pulled up to a small building, with the words "Fredbear's Family Diner" written on the side.
"Just a quick stop." The man told himself. I noticed a crying child just outside the doors of the diner. He was sitting on the ground, one hand on the glass, peering into the building.
We pulled up alongside the child. The man grabbed the knife from the passenger seat, and left the car. He closed the purple vehicle's door, and strolled up to the child, quickly glancing around.
"Hey, what's wrong?" The man I was watching through asked. He hid the knife behind himself, and smiled down at the child.
"I... I'm not allowed inside..." The child sniffed. He didn't seem to be older than five.
"I know what will make you feel better!" The man told him happily. The child stopped crying, and looked towards us.
"Really?" The boy asked incredulously. I felt my head nod.
"Really!" We said. We flashed the child the biggest smile we could. "Close your eyes."
"Kay!" The child happily said. He closed his eyes tightly, sporting a huge grin. The man quickly checked inside the building. A scary looking version of Freddy was slowly pacing around the room, delivering cake to children. Freddy's eyes never left the door.
"Here it comes!" We announced happily. The man suddenly whipped the knife out from behind himself, and embedded it hilt deep into the child's side. He covered the child's mouth quickly, muffling his screams. He removed the knife, and held it to the child's throat. I could feel the child's tears running down my hand. The man laughed as the child slowly bled out, his struggles becoming feeble. The man released the child's mouth, but he did not scream. He just wept, and continued crying. The man took his knife, and grabbed the child's forearm. I couldn't close my eyes. I could only watch as the man slowly dug the knife into the child's skin, blood dripping from the flesh. I could feel the tugging of the knife in my hand as it sliced through veins, and tendons. The man continued to cut into the child, and I could only look in horror at what the man had done.
"It's me." The man breathed, sighing happily. We gazed upon the child, laying on the ground, the life fading from his eyes. The small child gave a small gasp, before falling still and silent. The man grinned at his accomplishment. He quickly checked through the glass door of the restaurant.
Freddy was standing there, unmoving, staring directly at us. He didn't blink, he didn't even look away when an employee told him to get back to work. He just stared.
A small movement in a corner of the building caught our attention. The puppet that had been hanging from the wall slowly turned its head, the tear stains on its face looked fresh. It continued to watch us, as we got into the car, and drove away. My vision started fading once again. A loud screaming filled my ears, and the face of the puppet filled my vision for a moment, before everything went dark.
...
"...for the gift." Foxy's voice broke through the darkness for a moment. "It fits per-" She stopped talking for a moment. I could feel the same darkness coming back. Pressure started building, at first a low rumble, but quickly built to a high pitched scream. "Mikey?" Foxy asked. I felt her hand faintly touch the top of my head. "Mike!?" Quick footfalls sounded directly in front of me. "Something's wrong with Mike!" Foxy shouted.
The pressure popped.
I was watching through the eyes of the same person. There was a dark outline around the sides of my vision, and only two small holes to look through. It was very dark outside. A cool breeze blew through the small cracks in the costume we were wearing. The man I was watching through was shivering, but not with cold.
"C'mon kids!" The man said happily, trying to mimic a robot voice. "We're going to have so much fun!"
"Yeah!" The kids happily cheered. We all walked towards a building with the words "Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria" printed on the sign atop the building. The man opened the front doors, and ushered all the children inside. Once they were all in, he closed and locked the door behind himself. He lead the children to a table, and set each of them down in a chair, pushing them in until they were each comfortably set up.
"I'll be right back." He told the children. We started walking to the back of the dining area, and I realized that it was the same layout as the building I worked in. We entered the kitchen, and headed towards a refrigerator. The man opened it, and pulled out a beautiful cake, with Foxy, Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica on top of it in edible paper. He set the cake down on the counter near him, and opened one of the many drawers. He pulled out several plates and forks, as well as a few sparklers. He set the sparklers on the cake, lining each up perfectly, before lighting them. He then picked up the cake, balancing it in one hand, and carrying the plates and forks in the other.
The kids cheered happily once we exited the kitchen area. The man set the cake at the table where the children were seated. While the children were watching the sparklers, we walked towards a side wall, checking a calender. It was June 26th. We looked upwards at the clock above the calender. It was only 1:37.
"Four hours." The man muttered to himself. He walked back towards the children who were now watching him. The sparklers had died out. "Hey, it's a party! Let's put on your party hats!" The man spoke once again, in a robotic voice. We watched as the children put the party hats on their heads, happily talking to each other, wondering about what other surprises the night would bring.
I felt a light tugging on my right hand. We looked downwards at a little girl, holding a golden colored paw.
"Excuse me Mr. Freddy, but don't you need a hat too?" She asked, holding a red party hat in her tiny hands, looking up at us worriedly.
"I already have a hat." The man spoke, slightly confused. "This wasn't part of the plan." He spoke to himself. I was shocked that I could hear it.
"But you don't have a party hat." The girl said seriously. She bounced slightly, her little pig tails bouncing around.
"Oh, well, if you insist." The man told her. He knelt downwards, and watched through the mask as the little girl set the hat upon his head, struggling against the tight elastic.
"There!" She said happily, her green eyes sparkling. The little girl stepped away from us, and smiled widely. She then grabbed the man's hand, and started to pull us back towards the table.
The man cut the cake for the children, and made sure to give them each an equal piece. While the children were busy eating the cake, he glanced towards the clock nervously.
My vision became a large blur as the night sped forwards. I could vaguely make out the shapes of coloring books, and board games. I lost tunnel vision just as the man started leading the children towards a closed off room. He led them all in, and sat them on the floor.
"You ready for Foxy?" The man asked the children, trying his best to sound excited.
"Yeah!" They exclaimed happily, some bouncing from enthusiasm. He left out the door, and towards headed towards Pirate Cove. The man opened the panel on Foxy's back, and started playing with some buttons and switches. Foxy whirred to life, and we raced behind one of the curtains, hiding from the direct view of Foxy. The animatronic raced past us, and towards the children. We could hear the enthusiastic screaming of children, and were just able to see the bright flashes from the artificial fireworks.
Foxy trudged back towards its cove, and entered the area. The man repeated the process, ducking behind the curtains after he had finished. The children cried out happily once again, and the bright flashes of light came from the room once more.
Once Foxy had settled back down in Pirate Cove, we left it, and checked the time of the clock.
5:36.
"Here we go." The man whispered. He walked back towards the room where he had left the children, drawing a knife from the inside of the suit. He rested his hand on the doorknob, taking a deep breath. He was shuddering with anticipation, and seemed like he was about to burst.
Bang!
He threw open the door, and charged towards the children. The kids turned towards us, smiling widely, until they saw that he wasn't going to stop. The boy we were charging towards screamed. His scream caused Bonnie to flash across my vision, his scream becoming metallic and robotic. I could only watch in horror as the man plunged the knife into the head of one of the children, killing him instantly. He wrenched the knife from the little boy's head, causing blood and brain matter to splatter around the child. The boy fell lifeless to the floor, as the man turned for another child.
The little girl that had given us a party hat raced out of the room. The man let her. He still had the other three to deal with.
Child after child died by the man's hand. A boy screamed, his scream turning into the cry of Freddy, his face flashing across my vision for a moment. One of them had their neck slashed, severing their jugular, spraying blood everywhere. Another had the knife plunged hilt deep into her eye. The girl screamed. Her scream turned into the scream of Chica for a moment, her face flashing across my vision. Chica faded, and the man turned for the next victim.
A little girl was curled up on the floor, sobbing hysterically. We walked up to the girl, and rolled her onto her back, laying her flat. She screamed, and the man buried the knife into the girl's chest. He tore the knife out, and a deep red bloodstain slowly crept across the girl's orange dress. The little girl's scream flashed an image of Foxy across my vision. Her scream became the same screech used by all the animatronics, before fading back to her own. The girl's screaming slowly died, and fell silent. Her cold, dead eyes stared up at us in horror.
"I want to see Foxy with my own eyes." The man thought to himself. We walked to the area where Foxy was. He quickly disgarded the costume behind the curtains, making sure to cover it well. He then played with the switches in Foxy's back, setting it to what it had been before.
"Go go go!" The man laughed, watching Foxy race towards the children once more. No happy screaming could be heard, and no artificial fireworks flashed. It was silent. Foxy trudged back to Pirate Cove, and deactivated itself.
"Good show!" The man applauded. He retrieved the Golden Freddy costume from behind the curtains, and put it back on. He strolled towards the room where the dead children lay.
"Now for the last one." The man cackled. He rushed out of the room, and headed for one of the bathrooms. I felt a cold presence behind us, before it vanished into the room with the dead children. We raced towards the bathrooms, and slammed the girl's bathroom door open.
I could hear a quiet whimpering noise coming from one of the stalls. The man laughed, and slowly headed towards that stall, throwing open the doors of each before her stall.
Bang!
The first stall had been thrown open, smashing against the walls of the stall. We walked towards another one, laughing loudly.
Bang!
The girl screamed, as the door smashed against the walls of hers. The man laughed loudly, and opened her stall. The girl was pressed up against the toilet, covering her eyes, crying loudly. The man walked towards her, and wiped a tear off her face.
"Hey, you were nicer to me than the rest of them, so I'll give you a treat." He told her. I realized what he was about to do, and tried to shut myself out of it as well as I could.
The man started taking off the costume he was wearing, placing it on the ground beside him. He then started to undress, kicking his pants off to the side.
In the minutes that followed, I tried to ignore the screaming, and the blood curdling cries the girl made. I couldn't understand how someone would do that to a child. He kept going, unending, until the girl was bleeding.
"Stop! It hurts!" The girl cried in between her screams. The man just laughed, and continued to violate the poor girl.
My vision went dark, and the blackness surrounded me once more. The pressure had begun to build once again.
"...not breathing!" Foxy exclaimed. I could feel her trying to do something to me, but I couldn't tell what. All I could feel was the continuous pressure, building, and increasing quickly.
"Do C.P.R!" Bonnie exclaimed.
"We don't breathe!" Freddy shouted.
The pressure popped once more.
I was watching the man carry the girl back to the room where he had left the dead children. The girl was completely naked, and had a large, open cut trailing the entire length of her back. There was nothing inside. The words "It's Me" were carved into her neck.
The man was once again wearing the Golden Freddy costume. He was breathing heavily, and laughing.
"Just have to hide the evidence." The man muttered to himself. He entered the room, and stopped.
The dead children had been set upright, all facing each other. There were small boxes wrapped and tied in front of them. The boxes were white, with red ribbon. The four animatronics were standing around the children, unmoving. A small movement caught the man's attention, but when he turned his head, there was nothing.
"Well, isn't that a coincidence?" The man asked aloud. He set the little girl he was carrying on the ground, and started towards one of the children. "Ugh. I didn't think this part through."
The man took his knife, and started taking small bits off the child, one chunk at a time. First it was his ear, then it was one of his feet, then the head. Once the man had cut the stomach open, and all the still digesting cake spilled out, I nearly lost it. The man started stuffing the small bits of child into the Bonnie suit, taking care not to spill blood on the animatronic. He forced the child's bits into the face of the animatronic, the sound of flesh tearing and crunching made me want to die.
"Uh, sorry Bonnie. I hope he tastes better than he looks. Heh..." He laughed slightly, and continued to stuff the dead child in, until nothing was left. He continued to do this for every animatronic, cutting the child into small pieces, and forcing it into the animatronics.
Once he had finished stuffing the last child into the animatronic suits, he turned towards the girl on the floor. He removed the suit he was wearing, and stuffed the entire body of the girl inside, leaving it in a slumped over position.
The man checked his watch. It was 6:22. The first person of the day should be coming in. He was right. The front door creaked open, and the sound of footsteps sounded from the front.
"Over here!" The man I was watching whispered. He ducked into the room of dead children, hiding behind the door. The footsteps became louder, and the man that had come in walked into the room.
"What was- OH MY GOD!" He shouted. He looked around at all the blood around the room, unaware that we were sneaking up on him. The man I was watching raised the knife in the air, and smashed the guy on the head with the dull end, knocking him unconscious. We dragged the other man through the puddle of blood, and laid him down in it. He took the knife he was holding, and placed it in the unconscious man's hand, curling his fingers around it tightly.
"They knew one person entered, and now one person will leave." The man muttered. He took a deep breath, and then raced out of the room. Just as he left the room, I was briefly aware of the Marionette. It was standing in the center of the room, looking upon the stuffed animal suits, a faint tear trickling out of its eye.
...
"...can we do!?" Chica exclaimed. The sound of the humming insides of the animatronics told me that they were all there. I still couldn't move, and couldn't see. I felt the familiar feeling of pressure building.
"There's nothing to do!" Freddy exclaimed. "We can't touch him without him getting hurt!"
Crash!
Something had been thrown, or punched. It had smashed into many pieces, and the faint sound of metal skittering across a smooth surface emanated from my left. The room was now quiet, and the feeling of the pressure continued to rise.
"Do... do we have to... stuff him?" Chica asked.
"How could you say that!?" Foxy exclaimed. Angry footsteps sounded, getting closer to me. I felt something wrap around my torso, and a faint growl. "You'll have to get through me."
"Foxy, that might be the only way to save him." Freddy told her, walking closer to me.
"Or it could kill him!" Foxy shouted. The pressure continued to rise, nearly at its peak.
"He has one hour..."
The pressure popped one more.
I was in the back room of the restaurant, tearing at the Golden Freddy suit before me. It's blue eyes remained hollow as I tore the mask off, and threw it to the side. I continued to tear away at the suit, forcefully removing any mechanical and metal parts inside of it.
Once I had finished, I was left with a bare, blue-eyed endoskeleton on one side, and the Golden Freddy suit on the other side. I shakily pulled on the Freddy suit, ecstatic to be with it once more.
I was suddenly wrenched from that vision, thrown into another.
This time, I was wandering around a large version of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. I started removing the Golden Freddy suit, and left it on the floor just outside of the parts and service room. I flicked the knife in my hand, and slowly started down the hall that lead towards the office. I heard a terrified whimper from the first party room to my left. I entered it, and looked around the room. One of the table cloths moved faintly. It was hardly noticeable, but I saw it. I stomped towards the table, and flipped the cloth up.
The child underneath gave a terrified scream, and rolled out from underneath the table. The boy started running from me quickly. I slashed at him with my knife, catching him in the shoulder. He screamed in pain, and ran faster, just missing the second slash. His blood had gotten all over the table cloth, and underneath the table.
He ran out into the hallway, and tripped, causing him to spill more blood all over the floor, just outside of another party room. I chased after him, and he scrambled to his feet, racing into another party room. He didn't even have the chance to get into the vent, before I was upon him. I slashed him across the throat with the knife, spraying blood everywhere. He fell to the floor, and flailed around for a few seconds, before falling still.
My vision became blurry, and I felt like I was being hurtled forwards, before I found myself in a hallway, charging towards a small child, pushing himself into one of the corners in the hallway, hoping to be unnoticed. He wasn't. I grabbed onto his shoulder tightly, earning a scream of pain and fear, before embedding my knife into his skull. I wrenched the knife out, covered in brain matter and blood, as the boy's body slowly sank to the floor, lifeless.
My vision became tunneled, for a few moments, before spitting me out at the show stage. I glanced around the room for a few moments, before spotting a child hiding behind one of the animatronics on stage. I warily glanced at it, before rushing the child, realizing that it wasn't active. I ripped the child out from behind the animals, and threw her off the stage. She hit her head on the tile, earning a satisfying crack. I jumped from the stage, and just to make sure, stabbed her in the back upwards. Bone shattered beneath the powerful strike, and the girl lay still.
My sight jumped from the stage, to a new area. There was a prize counter to the side, and a large present beside the counter. The present had its lid opened, and nothing was inside. I knew that the puppet was supposed to be in there, but it wasn't. It was just myself, and the little boy in the room. I tried to ignore what I was seeing now. I tried to block out the child's screaming, and the violent rape occurring before my very eyes. Once the boy had passed out, he slashed his throat, and left him beside the box, walking towards another section of the restaurant.
I watched as the person controlling wandered in between the rows of arcade machines, checking in between each, before moving to the next ones. He scraped the knife across one of the outside cases, causing a loud screeching noise to erupt around the room, and sparks to fly from the machine.
"No! Stay away!" A little girl screamed. The man smiled, and raced across the room, heading for that voice. I ducked around the carousel that they had set up in the room, passing Balloon Boy. It was a little difficult to see the child in the dark room, since I had cut the power to the building, but that didn't stop me from following her crying, and little sniffles.
I found her, curled up in Kids Cove, pressed into a dark corner. I easily stepped around "Mangle" as the employees called it. I passed it, and slowly approached the girl.
"No! Stay back!" She screamed. I laughed heartily, amused that she thought she could tell me what to do. I lunged forwards, and grabbed the girl by the arm. I took my knife, and slowly dug it into her skin, causing her to shriek in pain. I clamped my hand over her mouth, and continued to draw in her arm, like I had done so many other times.
I slowly realized I was associating myself with the child murderer I was watching. I internally shuddered, and continued to watch the man write in the girl's skin. I tried concentrating on what the child looked like, ignoring the screams.
She couldn't be older than six, maybe five. She had long, blonde hair that went down to her shoulders, and beautiful brown eyes. She was wearing a pink tank top, and a pair of jeans.
She screamed once more as the man switched from her right arm, to her left arm. He began to carve the words "It's Me" into her other arm.
"Stop! Please!" She cried. The man stopped etching words into her arm, and looked up at her tear streaked face.
"Heh. You're screaming is getting really annoying." The man muttered, taking the knife, digging it deeper into her arm. She screamed in pain once again, hitting the man in the head. "Uh, yeah. I'm done with this."
The man tore the knife from the girl's arm, twirled it around, and plunged it hilt deep into her eye. The girl started screaming, and fell silent. She gave a small gasp, and fell still. The knife twitched in her eye socket, before stopping all together.
The man removed the knife from her eye, and the punctured eye deflated inside of her skull, the fluids pouring out slowly. He turned around, and glanced down at the Mangle quickly. It's eyes briefly flashed a brighter color, before going back to normal.
We wandered across the restaurant, whistling a happy tune.
"I did it again." The man laughed. "Now all I have to do is turn the power back on, take the Golden Freddy suit, and I'll be golden!" We continued down the restaurant, passing the creepy puppet's home, and the stage.
A faint flicker of movement caused us to turn our head to the left. A tall, black, slender figure with a white mask raced past us. I looked back at where it had come from. Freddy was chasing after it, holding his microphone tightly in his hand.
"-V. E. T. H. E. M." Freddy said, in stuttering letters. I removed the stun gun I always carried in my pocket, and pointed it at Freddy.
"You can't."
...
"...s time's up." Freddy announced. I still couldn't move, and was listening to this in horror. The pressure started building once more, but this time it felt different.
"No!" Foxy screamed. I heard the sound of Foxy moving, and I felt the roller chair being moved backwards. "You can't! He'll come back!"
"Foxy, this is our only chance to save him." Freddy told her. I wanted to tell him he was wrong, but I couldnt.
"NO!" Foxy screamed, holding my hand tightly. The feeling in my hand started fading, as the pressure built once more. I didn't have time to prepare as I was thrown back into another vision.
I was in a room with another man. I could tell because of the eye holes, that I was wearing the Golden Freddy costume.
"I saw what you did!" The man exclaimed, pointing at me. "You're going to jail!" I sighed, flicked my wrist, causing the blafe to slide out of the costume. I grabbed hold of the knife, and nonchalantly sliced through his throat. He fell to the floor, and bled out on the tile.
"Heh, I guess I'm not going to jail now." I muttered.
My vision became blurry, and I was thrown into another scene.
"...a position just became... Available..." I spoke into the phone. The man I was watching continued to speak into the phone.
"It was Phone Guy!" I realized. Everything made sense.
The entire room shifted, and stretched before my eyes. I wasn't ready for the next scene I was placed into.
I was staring down at a young child, which I instantly recognized. It was me. We were in the parts and service room. I advanced upon the child.
Thump!
I stopped nearing the child. I felt a chill go down my spine as I recognized that padded footstep.
Thump!
The hand on the little kids shoulder was shaking. The exposed wire sparked, causing all kinds of shadows to dance across the wall.
Something suddenly grabbed me around the waist, and threw me backwards, causing me to crash into the wall. I didn't even hesitate to pick up the Golden Freddy costume, and run out of the room, slamming the door shut behind me. I was breathing heavily as I put the suit back on.
"Nobody escapes me."
...
"Stop!" Foxy cried. I felt a small pressure on my back, in two specific locations. I was being carried by one of them. Their constant footfalls only confirmed my suspicion.
"He's been like this for three hours." Freddy told her, somewhat soothingly.
Something popped, and I was thrown back into the visions.
I was sitting in the purple car from before. I was looking at a house I was parked across from with binoculars. I had a phone in the hand without the binoculars, and was talking to someone.
"...cheating on you." I heard the man say. An angry reply was shouted through the phone. It was a large phone, but still unmistakeabley an old cellphone. The voice that came through was... my dad.
A child ran down the sidewalk, towards the house I had been watching. It was thirteen year old me. Just before little me entered the front door of the house, the door was thrown open, smashing against the house. My dad stormed past me, not even giving me a second glance, entered his truck, and drove away.
"Dad!" I heard the young Mike call out. He started running down the sidewalk, chasing after the speeding black truck. He ran for several seconds, before tripping over his own feet. He fell to the cement, and lay there crying. Calling for the father that wouldn't come back.
I suddenly got tunnel vision as I was thrown into another vision.
I was in my office, phone to my ear, Golden Freddy suit stuffed under the desk.
"...always wondered what was in all those empty heads... You know-" A faint moan emanated from the right. I felt Phone Guy smile widely, before having the tablet ripped out of his hands by Chica. He stood up, and allowed himself to be taken. Freddy walked into the room as well. His eyes were glazed over, and seemed to be happy about something.
Freddy started dragging Phone Guy out the West hall door.
"No, stuff me in the other suit!" Phone Guy shouted. He pushed on Freddy's face, leaving two hand prints on it. Chica suddenly jumped him, and restrained him. Freddy picked up the empty Golden Freddy suit, and held it up. Chica started shoving Phone Guy in, face first. All I could see we're the broken strips of metal, and wires shoved into the face.
Phone Guy screamed, but was smiling when he did.
The darkness of the suit quickly overwhelmed my sight. I was thrust into one final vision, this one far more terrifying than the others.
I was in a back alley, a small light several feet ahead of me flickered dimly. I sat there for several moments, before realizing I was immobile. I tried to make out what I was seeing. I appeared to be in between two tall buildings. I was in a corner just inside the back alley, hidden in the darkness. Something glinted in the darkness before me, but my head didn't tilt, so I couldn't tell what it was.
"Ssshtupid cheating wife!" Someone muttered, staggering down the back alley. "Bashtard shon that ishn't even mmmine!" The man was obviously drunk. He staggered underneath the light, and I felt my throat tighten.
It was my dad.
I watched as my father staggered closer towards me, smiling widely.
"I fooound yooouuuu." He sang happily.
"You did." The person I was watching through told him. "You know what you're here for."
"Yyyyesh I dew!" My father spoke, suddenly become stern once again. He bent down in front of us, and reached for the shiny metal object before us. He straightened up, and held his gun before him. It was the same gun he had used to kill my mother. "Whyy don't yoouu let me sshee you in the light?"
"You wouldn't like it." We spoke once more. I felt so many emotions about what I was seeing.
"Wellll, I'd besht be gooing now." My father spoke. He staggered off down the back alley, gun in one hand, alcohol in the other.
Everything quickly faded, going black, before reappearing in another location. We were across from a house, my house. We were underneath a light post, the beam flickering rapidly.
A man staggered up to the house, muttering something under his breath. He walked up to the door, and knocked four times. He held something behind him, and the bottle of alcohol in front of him. The front door opened, and shouting immediately started up. I caught the outline of another person in the background through the door.
The man suddenly reached behind himself, and pulled the pistol we had given him out. The man I was watching through smiled as three shots rang out into the night.
"Finally got you."
~{o}~{o}~
"Don't do it Freddy!" Foxy screamed. I could feel cool metal pressed against my back. My lungs and head were burning, screaming for air.
"What if this is the only chance to save him?" Freddy asked. I heard him walking across the room, and picking something up off a wooden shelf.
"What if this kills him!?" Foxy shouted. Freddy stopped.
"Maybe we should wait." Chica told him tentatively. "Just a little while longer."
"We've waited for three hours. He hasn't woken up yet." Freddy told her. He started moving once again, and a shadow dropped over my eyelids. The shadow started spreading, getting closer. A faint breeze suggested something was moving towards my face.
"NO!" Foxy screamed. "You'll kill him!" Loud sounds of struggle sounded from just outside the room.
"Freddy, let's just wait a little longer." Bonnie sounded strained.
"We can't. If we don't, he'll die." Freddy told him. Something rested on my face. It was sharp, and heavy.
I suddenly gasped, able to take in air once again. My body went rigid, and my eyes shot open.
There was a mask resting on my face, similar to the one in my dream. This one was filled with wires, and large metal bits.
I sat upright, causing the mask to fall off my face. I clutched my hand to my chest, something caught in my throat.
"Mike!" Foxy cried. Bonnie released Foxy, following her towards me. "Mike, are you alright!?" She grabbed onto my shoulders, looking me directly in the eyes. "Say something!"
I opened my mouth, but nothing came forth except for a faint whisper. I felt my throat constricting. I rolled away form Foxy, laying on the table, trying to take even breaths. I lay there, trying to refrain from throwing up.
"Mike?" Bonnie asked. I sat up, looking at him, holding my hand to my throat.
"I can't-" I wheezed. That little movement of air caught something in my throat. I began coughing slightly, covering my mouth with my hand. The light coughs began to irritate my throat further, causing the coughing to become more violent. I tried to take small breaths in between each cough.
"Just breathe." Foxy told me, rubbing my back with her hand.
The coughing became a violent, wracking cough, tearing at my throat, my entire body jumping from the force of it. Eventually, the coughing died down. I took several deep breaths. I was surprised when I tasted blood. Small flecks of blood were covering my hand and small portions of the metal table.
"Mike." Foxy breathed. She gently wrapped me in a warm hug, holding me close to her. I was shuddering, trying to understand what I had seen. Foxy stroked my hair, holding me closer. "Shh. It's alright."
"Are you okay?" Bonnie asked. He approached me, and Foxy glared at him, causing Bonnie to stop in his tracks.
"Gol... Golden Freddy..." I whispered. All movement in the room stopped. Chica turned from the heads she was organizing on the shelves, and looked at me. Freddy turned from the corner he was in, staring at me as well.
"What about it?" Foxy asked, still holding me. I leaned back into her, trying to calm down. I realized that she was shaking too.
"It... He. He's Phone Guy..." I told them, voice barely above a whisper. "Bonnie, remember the voice on the phone?" I asked him.
"Yeah, but I can't remember where." He told me, nodding his head.
"He was stuffed into the Golden Freddy suit by you four." I told them. Bonnie took a step backwards, and Foxy's grip tightened on me.
"It was three years ago." Foxy spoke up, causing me to turn in her grip, looking directly at her. "We knew he was evil, but we couldn't remember why. That night, that puppet appeared. We had thought he was gone for good."
"That puppet just sat there in the East hall, grinning, as if he found he situation amusing." Freddy told us, glaring at me for reminding him of a bad memory.
"The purple man was the man on the phone." I told Freddy. "The man on the phone is Golden Freddy."
"But what does that have to do with us?" Chica asked, taking a step forwards. They were all looking to me for the answers. I took a deep breath, unable to believe what I was about to tell them.
"The... the man dressed in a Golden Freddy costume, and lured five children into the restaurant. He... he murdered the five children, and stuffed them into the animatronic suits. Into... you." I told them. Freddy snapped his head up, suddenly going rigid. Chica took a step backwards, covering her beak with her hands. Bonnie backed into one of the corners of the room, looking around the area quickly. Foxy stopped moving all together, her tight hold locked around me.
"I can't remember." Freddy whispered. "I can't remember anything before the larger restaurant."
"None of us can." Chica murmured.
"The reason you can feel things isn't because of your robot model, Foxy." I told her, grabbing hold of her hand. She started shaking, a small, wet droplet landing on my shoulder.
Bonnie broke down in the corner. He slumped to the floor, covering his face. His whimpers and sobs audible across the room. Chica approached him, and crouched down beside him, consoling him.
"I'm going to go think about things." Freddy announced, his voice cracking slightly. He wiped his face quickly, before leaving the room. Chica grabbed Bonnie by the hand, and pulled him to his feet. Chica led Bonnie out of the room, leaving Foxy and me alone.
Foxy was trembling behind me. I broke free of her grip, and slid off the table. I walked around the table, approaching Foxy. She was slumped over, tears sliding from her eyes, running down her face. I didn't hesitate to wrap my arms around her, trying to comfort her the best I could.
We stood there quietly, Foxy sniffling, her tears falling from her face, landing on me. I slowly rubbed her back, running my fingers through her fur. She hugged me back, resting her head on my own. I felt terrible for telling them, but I had to. I couldn't let them go on, unknowing about what had really happened, or why they were alive.
"Am... am I real?" Foxy sniffed. I hugged her tighter, holding her to me.
"Of course you are!" I whispered, stroking her back lovingly. She broke the hug, and stepped back, staring at me with her tear filled eyes.
"How can you be sure?" She hiccuped, wiping her face with her left hand. I approached her, and took her left hand in my own, slowly rubbing the back of it with my thumb.
"How do you feel right now?" I asked her, trying to comfort her.
"Awful! All those children are-" I interrupted her by placing my finger on her lips.
"Do you feel those tears?" I asked her.
"Yes. It's horrible!" She cried. She started shaking, and I hugged her again, rubbing her back slowly.
"Foxy, you're more real than anyone I know." I told her, looking up into her eyes. "You feel more, do more, and love more than any one else."
"It hurts!" Foxy cried, shaking hard. I just held her, dedicated to helping her.
"I know." I whispered, resting my head on her chest. "It hurts because you are real."
"I don't want to be real if it hurts like this!" She cried, hiding her face in my hair.
"Yes you do." I told her. She removed her head from mine, and looked down at me, her tear stained face regarding me sadly.
"Why?" She asked, sniffing. I reached my hand behind her head, placing it on the back of her head.
"This is why." I said. I pulled her head down, and delicately kissed her. I didn't kiss her too gently, but not eagerly either. It was something else, filled with love and care. After a moment, she kissed me back, forming her lips against mine. I pulled away after only a few seconds.
"What was that?" She asked, blinking several tears from her eyes.
"A promise." I told her. She lowered her head, resting her forehead against my own. "I love you Foxy."
"I love you too, Mike." She whispered. We stood there for what felt like an eternity. Foxy eventually calmed. We stood there, staring into each others eyes. Her eyes became clear one again, and she smiled slightly. "Thank you."
"Have I ever told you that you're eyes are really pretty?" I asked her, smiling slightly. She blinked for a moment, before her eyes lit up.
Foxy suddenly smirked, taking her head away from mine.
"What are you doing?" I asked. She stepped back, several feet away from me. "You look different." Foxy was wearing a pair of yellow shorts, and the same fur shirt that Chica wore, but brown and red, matching her own color.
"Yeah, the shorts and shirt you gave me fit perfectly." She smiled. She suddenly rushed towards me, arms outstretched. I cringed backwards. Foxy scooped me up in her arms, and held me up to her chest, cuddling with me.
"I didn't get you anything." I told her, squirming in her arms. She laughed, and brought her head close to mine, nuzzling against my neck. I laughed, trying to get away from her cold nose.
"Yes you did!" She exclaimed, lifting me higher. "I found them outside my cove with a note. The note had my name inside of a heart."
"But I didn't-" I was cut off as Foxy lowered her head, and gently kissed the hollow of my neck. I shuddered, as Foxy trailed another kiss slightly higher.
"Shush you." She murmured against my neck. She kissed me slightly higher, placing her lips just underneath my jaw. She gave several gentle kisses along the length of my throat, sending shivers down my spine.
"Oh well. If she likes them, I'm not going to tell her." I thought to myself. Sure it was a little tricky, but if she was happy, I was happy. Foxy leaned down, and rested her head on my chest, ear pointing towards it. It flicked every little while.
"Your heart beat sounds wonderful." Foxy told me, lifting her head from my chest. "But it gets faster when I do this!" Foxy suddenly lunged at me, mouth agape, sharp teeth glinting in the light of the room.
I closed my eyes, and cringed backwards. Even though I knew she wouldn't hurt me, it was still terrifying.
She nuzzled the underside of my neck, giving slow, tentative licks along my jaw line. She moaned, causing vibrations to go throughout her chest and tongue. I shivered, heartbeat increasing rapidly.
Twang!
The loud noise caused Foxy to jump, dropping me onto the table. I gasped, and then groaned in pain as the drop jostled my side.
"Sorry Mike." Foxy told me, reaching towards me. I slid off the table, grumbling slightly.
"It's fine." I told her, flashing her a smile. She walked around the table, and laced her fingers in between my own, smiling slightly. Foxy started leading me out of the room, dragging me forwards.
The moment we entered the dining area, we were assaulted by the loud sounds of guitar, and swearing.
"C'mon! I have to beat the program!" Bonnie shouted from on the stage. He was holding his guitar, and repeatedly playing the same tune.
"What are you doing?" I asked once Bonnie had set down the guitar. He shuffled off the stage, looking depressed.
"I'm trying to do what I would like to do, now that I know I'm not just a robot." He told me, glaring back at his guitar. "But I can't move my fingers properly. It's always that same stupid tune. Over and over and over."
"You can do it Bonnie!" Chica cheered from near the stage. "Just one more time!"
"Fine!" Bonnie sighed. He trudged up to the stage, grumbling under his breath the entire way. I followed him up to the stage, walking right behind him. He picked up his guitar with a sigh, and started playing. It sounded wonderful, but I shortly realized it was the same four notes being played repeatedly. Bonnie seemed to be struggling. His fingers gave a spastic twitch every now and then, before he stopped, sighing in defeat.
"Don't give up!" I encouraged him. "Once more."
He started playing the same tune once more. He had his eyes closed in concentration. When he wasn't looking, I managed to pull one of the strings lightly, before backing away. Bonnie's eyes snapped open.
"I did it!" He cried. He started playing the same tune as he had before, but this time, he managed to pull a different string. "I'm doing it!" Bonnie closed his eyes, and started playing a different tune. It sounded upbeat, and happy, other than the dreary tune before.
"I told you you could do it!" Chica cheered. I stepped off of the stage, walking towards Foxy. Chica grabbed my arm, and smiled down at me. "Thank you for doing that. That was very kind."
"You all deserve to be happy." I told her. She smiled, and hugged me gently, making sure to be gentle around my ribs. Chica released me, and went back to watching Bonnie play. He was smiling widely, laughing happily.
"How did you know that would work?" Foxy asked, once I had gotten close enough.
"I didn't." I told her, shrugging. Bonnie suddenly stopped playing his guitar. The room sounded too quiet now. Foxy and I looked towards him.
"Hey! Have any of you seen Andy!?" Bonnie shouted. He must have become slightly deaf die to the loud guitar playing.
"Who's Andy?" I asked, glancing towards Foxy. She shrugged her shoulder, and looked back at Bonnie.
"Andy's the endoskeleton that sits on the table backstage! He was missing when we took you to the back!" Bonnie shouted, casting a quick glance at me.
"Nope! Sorry!" I called back across the room. Bonnie nodded, and hoisted the guitar up once again. He flexed his fingers, laying them on the electric guitar.
Foxy cringed as Bonnie began to play loudly. I could feel the ground vibrating under my feet. I covered my ears, but that did little to prevent the loud music from destroying my hearing.
"Let's go to your office!" Foxy shouted. She sounded pretty quiet compared to Bonnie's guitar, but I could understand her. I gave Bonnie a thumbs up, before walking towards the West hall with Foxy. The instant we entered the hall, the music quieted exponentially. We walked towards the office, glancing at each other occasionally.
"Hey, Mike..." Foxy started, looking over at me.
"Yeah Foxy?" I asked her, looking back.
"Have you ever thought of-" Foxy stopped. "The... doors are closed..." We stopped in front of the office. The West hall door was shut. I peeked in through the window. The East hall door was shut as well. I squinted, peering into the darkness of the room. I could make out two glowing eyes in the middle of the room.
"That's Freddy." I told her, stepping back from the glass. I raised my hand, and gently knocked on the pane. It shivered and flexed under the knocking. Freddy's eyes snapped up. He stared at me through the window for a moment, before pressing one of the buttons, raising the West hall door. I paused for a moment, not sure if I should enter the room.
"Come in." Freddy told us, turning away from the door. Foxy and I walked into the room, standing near the door.
"Uh..." I started, clearing my throat. "Freddy, I-"
"I should have listened." Freddy whispered, his back turned to us. "I'm sorry Mike. Foxy." Freddy slowly turned around, facing us. His cheeks were wet, his eyes foggy. "I almost killed you."
"No harm done." I told him. I tentatively reached out, and patted his shoulder. He from the hand on his shoulder, towards me. He smiled softly.
"You're a good friend." Freddy told me, voice quieter than usual. "I wish all people were as kind, and forgiving."
"I'm not-" I stopped as Freddy placed a paw over my mouth, preventing me from speaking. His paw was slightly wet, and tasted salty. He had been crying.
"You are. Don't argue." He said sternly. I nodded my head, and he removed his paw from my mouth.
A chime went off over the intercom. I sighed as I realized my shift was over.
Freddy silently opened the East hall door, and wandered down the hallway. Foxy glanced at me quickly, before reaching out with her left hand, taking my right. She started walking down the West hall. I walked directly beside her, smiling up at her. Foxy glanced over, and smiled back. The walk to her cove was silent, and I liked it. I enjoyed Foxy's company, and the way she smiled back made me believe that she enjoyed mine.
We stopped just outside of Pirate Cove. Without a word, Foxy leaned down, closed her eyes, and gently kissed me on the lips. I closed my eyes, and kissed her back, gently. She pulled away after a short moment, before wrapping me in her arms, hugging me gently. I hugged her back, slowly running my fingers through her fur.
"What was that?" I asked her, resting my head against her.
"A promise." She murmured, sighing happily. "I'll always be here for you."
"Aww!" Chica exclaimed from the show stage. "That's so sweet!"
"Thanks for ruining the moment." I muttered. Foxy and I broke the hug, and she walked up the steps to her cove.
"That's alright." She told me, smiling slightly. "When you come back tomorrow, we'll have another." She walked into her area, pulling the curtains closed behind her. She poked her head out from between the curtains, and gave me a quick wink, before disappearing back into her home. The curtains waved slightly, then fell still.
"Yeah, see you." I told her. I turned from Pirate Cove, heart heavy. It felt awful to leave her for another day, but I was also excited for the next time I could see her; all of them.
I walked across the dining area, glancing over at the show stage. Chica, Bonnie, and Freddy were watching me leave. Bonnie had his hand raised in a wave. I waved back to him, and he smiled widely, before lowering his hand. Chica had one hand on her hip, the other slowly lifting the shirt she was wearing, one eye closed in a wink. I winked back at her, smiling. Chica laughed, before returning to her position.
I reached the front glass door of the restaurant. I rested one hand on it, before turning around.
"Goodbye!" I called to them. I turned away from the dining area, pushing the door open. I felt a shadow drop over me.
"Bye-" Foxy stopped. "Mike! Look out!" Foxy screamed. I turned around slowly, the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end.
Golden Freddy was standing directly before me, smiling widely. There was no warmth in that smile. One of his hands was reaching towards me, the other holding the microphone by his side.
"Thanks for the distraction." He laughed. A child's giggle surrounded me, laughing loudly. My eyes flickered shut against my will. Once they opened, the area before me was empty, not a trace of him to be seen.
Bonnie, Chica, and Freddy were wide-eyed, staring at me from the show stage. Foxy's head was poked out of her cove, looking at me worriedly.
"I... I'm alright." I called, lifting my hand shakily. I gave them a quick wave before turning around, opening the door to the restaurant. Bonnie spoke, barely audible, but I was able to catch what he said.
"I found Andy."
Authors Note
Welp, longest chapter yet! Yadda yadda yadda... Woo!
This chapter took waaaaayyyyy too long to write. I was up for hours, trying to think about how to continue this. Oh well, you're all going to read it within 10 minutes, and my hours of work will be for nothing.
I honestly don't understand why you are still reading this. I don't like my writing...
10 RANDOM THINGS ABOUT ME:
1) I like milk chocolate, but anything too dark (above 70%) I will not enjoy.
2) I love trying to make people laugh.
4) I hate slow technology. If my computer is being slow, I'll use my iPod, and vice versa. If nothing works, I'll be forced to socialize... *shudders*
5) I think I'm way too open to people.
5) I don't believe anything I do is good enough. I seek approval from others... I'm kinda pathetic...
6) I like making up things, but I am not creative.
7) I have a dog. He is a cross between a Bichon Shih Tzu and a Pomeranian. He has poofy black fur, while his brothers have brown, curly hair.
8) I like music. Loud, and proud... (get your mind out of the gutter)
10) I like being alone, rather then with other people.
11) I hate sitting still. If I'm not doing something, I'm drumming my fingers on a desk, or tapping my feet.
13) I probably need mental help.
14) Moar stuff...
All right! That's all. I thought this chapter got a little dark, and I didn't really like writing it... Oh well, as long as you read it, I'll keep writing.
NEEDS ANSWER! Should I go back, and re-write the first 2 chapters? I'm not sure if they are too little for the size of the story, or if they are a small, gradual introduction to the story. If I re-write them, I'm not sure what I'm going to do with it.
DONE!
About 24 hours of writing, and other stuff, all boiled down into a 30 minute or less chapter...
Tell me what you think! Do you like my dinky little story? No? Then why are you still reading it? Get out of here!
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