Hello Everyone! I'm so sorry that I've neglected to update, I've been busy with "stuff" recently. Thankfully, I'm fully available again. Hope you guys enjoy this chapter, I've been working on it for around 3 hours nonstop! Anyway, here's the review for the last chapter.
DnWolfy:
Ah it's part of Scott's eater egg in his site, if you see the website code there is a hexadecimal number revering to a color purple or bit to pink for me. Which why I thought about that when you give the hidden words, but I guess it's not.
Oh boy, two killers. come to think of it, that is quiet plausible. Anyway keep up the good work, can't wait to see how this reach to Mike.
Hm, that makes sense to think that. But anyway, surprise!
RangingTanker090:
Very good chapter!
What are you going to do about the Toy animatronics and BB? When I was formulating my theory of the storyline, I had it in my mind that the Marionette was powerful enough to control them as well as herself.
But I'm interested to see where you take it!
*Spoilers*
Koasis The Alien:
"Put in him in the suit". Poor kid. He doesn't deserve to live eternally. Or until the suit gets
Scrapped or destroyed. Seriously. Any movie that you would see, the guy wouldn't want to live eternally anymore. (After a while). Anyway, keep writing man! Really great and I do want to see where this goes. :)
-Koasis
Thanks! And yes, living eternally isn't fun. But then again, they're just children.
Elhini Prime:
This is very well written! I'll be watching this one! I take it little Joshua is our Goldie then?
Thanks! And yes, that would be right.
That's it for reviews, please read, review, and enjoy!
Silence. Not a sound came from the damp and cramped room, not even our gears could be heard turning. We all stood there like statues, transfixed on the slumped yellow object in the corner. It was reminiscent of what it held; it laid there perfectly limp on the floor. At first glance, it was hard to tell that a body was inside. None of us wanted to look any closer, might I add. All of us had the same thoughts, I'm sure. Why? Why does this happen? Why do kids, innocent and fun, have to be the ones to suffer? Why us?
"He was so much younger than us…" Trevor silently muttered. It was true. While we all had our faults, Joshua seemed so… pure. He was the embodiment of Freddy's, that one innocent pizzeria that kids of all ages could enjoy. Only, that innocence was fading. It was becoming a place of nightmares, suffering, and death. If only the people outside knew what went on here, then nobody would come. If nobody came, nobody would die. That would be a perfect world. Of course, nothing is perfect. Not here, at least. And here we were, because of the imperfectness, staring at a corpse. The corpse of a child that we had witnessed dying.
"He's too young to understand. He's just a little kid." Said the purple bunny at the back of the room. We could all agree with that. Marionette stepped forward, and then leaned silently down over the yellow bear.
"I held him…" I muttered to myself. The way I had watched him die, felt the warmth fade away, it was all still fresh in my mind. Marionette rubbed its fingers over the corpse, like a parent rubbing its child. It then looked back at us, with an expression of sadness.
"There might be something I can do…" It said. We all looked at the puppet with questionable expressions, exchanging looks. The tall, slender figure put its hand on the bear's head, holding it there for several seconds. When it stood up, we knew it had done something.
"What did you do?" Katelyn asked.
"Golden Freddy has no mechanical parts anymore, he can't move. I gave Joshua something that allows him to." It replied.
"Joshua will be able to walk around, albeit without a physical form. He will be able to live the life of a kid again. We are the only ones who can see him."
"But… what about-"
"He will have no memory of his murder. He will live on in ignorant bliss." It said, cutting off the big yellow bird. It seemed a good idea, that way we could continue on with our work without having to worry about him. Only time would tell it would work.
"How long before he wakes up?" I asked, still looking at the limp yellow bear.
"Enough time for us to take a crack at the guy behind it all?" Trevor added in.
"Certainly."
Darkness had fallen over the entire building. Everyone had gone home, with the exclusion of the killer. He sat in the chair at the end of the hallway, the same one I had almost killed our murderer in. I could only hope the same thing would happen again. I peeked out around the corner, just out of view of the cameras. We all had scattered, the others were all over the place. Katelyn, last I saw, was located in one of the party rooms. The same was true with the others. They were on their own; all I cared about was getting that night guard.
We had agreed to go after him one by one, so each of us would have an equal chance of getting the kill. I expected it to be easier for the others to get him, but for some reason or another, it was taking them time. The minutes passed on, eventually turning into hours. I waited for what seemed like an eternity, not hearing anything from them. I was told to wait for them to tell me to come back, but something was keeping them busy. I basically had to sit and twiddle with my hook, thinking about things I'd rather not. It was rather far into the night when Eric finally came to me.
"What's keeping you busy? Why haven't you killed him yet?" I asked, somewhat annoyed.
"He's not there! None of us can tell where he went, but he's not there!" He replied, in a panicked mood. Curious, I leaned out to look down the hallway. He was still there, I could see him clearly. Turning back to Eric, I pushed him a little bit.
"Stop joking around and go get him! He's right there!" I yelled, sounding a bit more salty than I had wanted.
"DO I LOOK LIKE I'M KIDDING?!" He yelled back. I couldn't understand, why can't he see the guy? I looked once more, and I noticed something different. He had something on his face, almost like a head… it looked like Freddy.
"There's something on his head, could that be it?" I muttered, partly to myself.
"What do you mean?" Eric asked, joined now by Katelyn and Trevor.
"He looks like he's wearing a mask. Maybe it's messing with you?" I replied.
"But why can you see it?" Trevor questioned, crossing his arms in frustration.
"I haven't the slightest idea."
"Well since you can see it, why don't you go after him?" Katelyn said. Finally, I felt like I was released to do what I wanted. Stepping out into the hallway, I got the man's attention. He must have heard my steps, I wasn't exactly stealthy. He flashed his light down the hallway, forcing me to cover my eyes.
"Oh for God's sake." I heard him mutter. After he put his flashlight down, I started to work up a run. I started picking up speed as I ran down the hallway, making him panic. With my eyes fixated on the prize, I prepared to jump. Just as I was about to, he turned his flashlight on. In a continuous stream of light, I stumbled. My hard, metal body slammed down on the floor, sliding a few feet. The man laughed hard, while I struggled to get back up. I felt like something was broken, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get up. The others finally got to me, pulling me back towards the storage room. When we got there, an air of defeat was present. We had failed. It was too late to try again; the place would open up again soon. As much as we hated it, the scene had been set for the rest of the week. This would be harder than we had expected.
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