A/N: Now we're delving into the parts of the story that I'm not that pleased with. This is one of the reasons why I've gone so long without posting anything. Hopefully you'll still enjoy the story, though!
They walked carefully from room to room, shining their flashlights into every dark corner, which, truth be told, there were a lot of. Dean walked first, shotgun aloft, with Sam following close behind, wielding an iron pipe he'd broken loose from one of the walls. They tried walking systematically through the rooms, but as the corridors connected in several doorways it was easy to get turned around.
Eventually they found themselves back in the room with the arcade machines. As they walked past, Sam noticed a slight flicker of light on one of the screens. He slowed his pace, examining it. As he watched, the screen flickered to life, showing a rather grainy version of what Sam assumed to be a room in simple, 80's style video game graphics. In the center of the room stood a purple figure.
Sam watched as the figure moved on its own accord, leaving the room and moving towards a different figure. The two figures connected with each other and the second one seemed to keel over. Sam didn't know much about video games but he understood that the purple one had just attacked, possibly killed the other one. As the figure moved on, attacking different figures as he went, Sam realized the things he attacked were the original animatronics from the restaurant. The first one had been Freddy, then there was the bunny and the bird – he still wasn't sure whether it was a duck or a chicken – and a red one, whom he couldn't say he'd seen before.
After having interacted with all of them the purple figure was confronted by a set of different figures. These had big heads, and seemed to unsettle the purple one, as it visibly panicked. Flailing what Sam could only assume to be its arms wildly, it ran from the five new figures. It entered a room containing something that might have been arcade machines and a dark yellow figure, Sam recognized as the animatronic in Jason's attraction. The one they were now hunting.
It lay limp and motionless towards the right of the screen. The purple figure moved over to it, still obviously panicked, and even with the outdated graphics it was clear that he was struggling to get inside the suit.
As he did so, the five figures – which Sam now assumed to be the spirits of the five children – floated onto screen. They seemed to be looking around, searching for Purple, but as they couldn't find him, they made to leave. That was when Purple made the mistake of revealing his position. Jumping to his feet, he proceeded to – Sam assumed – laugh at the spirits. This move caused the suit to malfunction, and for the first time the arcade machine provided sound for what was happening. A rather sickening eight-bit crunch, as the old suit with Purple inside began to spaz violently. A red spot was forming beneath the suit as it slowly settled down in the same, slumped over position as earlier.
As the screen faded to black Sam was left with a rather uneasy feeling about what he'd just been witness to.
"Hey, Dean…" he began looking up. Dean had stopped by the door leading to the next room, and was gesturing impatiently at him. But this wasn't what Sam noticed first. The first thing he saw was the massive figure in the doorway behind him.
"Dean! Behind you!" he cried. Dean turned, raising his shotgun, but he was too slow and the creature was too close. Dean leaped out of the way as the monster lashed out.
"Get down!" Sam cried, swinging his pipe towards the figure. It hit hard, and sent it plummeting to the ground next to Dean.
Sam helped his brother up and together they fled the room.
They paused in the next room over, regaining their composure.
"You okay?" Sam asked, and Dean nodded, lifting his hand.
"Yeah." He said hoarsely. "Yeah. Where is it?"
Sam peered through the doorway behind them.
"Gone." He announced. Dean straightened up.
"Dude, we gotta leave." He said urgently.
"Aren't we gonna deal with the spirit?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, but we weren't counting on it possessing its own body. We've got nothing to fight it with!" Dean replied, and Sam couldn't argue. Neither of them had counted on finding the body to a vengeful spirit inside the actual attraction, and thusly none of them hat thought to bring salt and kerosene.
"Alright." He said. "We leave and come back with reinforcements."
Dean nodded.
"Agreed."
They ran quickly through the intertwining corridors to the exit by the security office. But as they made to leave, they realized the door was impossible to get open. The spirit had locked them inside.
"Dammit!" Dean exclaimed, giving the door a hard kick as he turned away. "Now what do we do?"
Sam turned too, digging his hands through his hair.
"I don't know." He replied. His mind was racing as he tried to figure out ways to fight the spirit, or at the very least fend it off. His eyes sought the office, and the two screens in there.
"I've got an idea." He began slowly. "But you're probably not gonna like it."
Dean turned and looked at him.
"We're trapped inside a creepy-ass horror house, with a crazed-up killer animatronic." He said, throwing his hands out. "Right now I'm open for suggestions." Sam nodded. Good point. He led them into the office and pointed to the screens.
"From here we can see the entire attraction, including the vents." He began.
"The vents?" Dean asked, frowning. Sam only shrugged and continued.
"I say we stay in here, and try to fend it off."
"Fend it off?" Dean asked. "Fend it off with what, exactly?"
Sam shook his head. He'd known Dean would react this way.
"I don't know." He said. "But if this guy, uh, Marcus can survive a whole week with this thing, then we can make it through one night. So what do you say?"
Dean hesitated for a second before nodding.
"Alright. So what do we do?" he asked.
"Check the cameras." Sam said. "I'll be working this other screen."
As they worked, Sam brought Dean up to speed on what he'd heard on the phone logs and the weird experience he'd had with the arcade machine.
"So you're saying some dude got sandwiched inside that thing?" Dean asked once he'd finished. Sam nodded.
"Seems so." He said. Dean grimaced.
"Man!" he said. "That sucks!" Sam scoffed.
"Yeah. Big time." He said, looking up from the screen, which had turned out to be some sort of maintenance screen, rebooting various systems, like the cameras, audio or air vents, should they malfunction.
His heart dropped as he realized they were no longer alone in the room.
"Dean." He said.
Dean looked up, but Sam wasn't looking at him. Instead he had his gaze firmly fixed on a tall, charred animatronic figure standing motionless over by the door. Dean got to his feet, readying the shotgun, but the creature didn't move.
Its head was tilted slightly, and it was staring at them with one dead, glowing white eye. The other eye was hidden by a scorched, black eye patch. This one was, if possible, in even worse condition than the one they'd already seen, with an arm and several pieces of suit missing. At the top of its head, right next to a small, pointed, metal ear a few colorful wires stuck out, pointing in all directions.
Dean frowned, examining it.
"What is that, a coyote?" he asked, taking a step closer.
"Aah… I think it's a fox." Replied Sam, he too examining the heavily dilapidated creature.
Then, without warning the thing crouched low and leaped towards them with an eerie, screeching hiss. The brothers flinched and raised their weapons. But then, as sudden as it had appeared, it vanished. Sam and Dean looked up.
"Where'd it go?" Dean said shakily, his eyes darting wildly around the room.
"I don't know." Replied Sam, he too staring aimlessly around himself, and clutching his iron pipe hard.
