When I finally managed to come to, (surprised that I came to at all) I found myself bound to a chair in the storage room and my mouth covered. The room was dark, but enough light came from underneath the door to allow me to see. I saw a Freddy suit sitting on the table with its head off and some tools sitting near it. I couldn't tell what sort of tools but they looked rather... Sharp, to say the least. Listening closely, I could hear a bunch of chatter coming from the other side of the door, suggesting the place was still open.
Just moments later, the door opened and a figure stepped into the room. "Ah, I see you're awake," phone guy commented with sadistic cheer. "You know, you could have caused me some serious problems with all the snooping you've been doing. I have a hard enough time with all the animatronics trying to kill me. I could do without the addition of human beings. And a fellow night guard, too," he added with mock disappointment. He stepped past me to the table and gingerly ran his fingers across his tools, seeming almost as if he was caressing them, before deciding on a scalpel. He raised it toward my face and slid the flat surface across my cheek. "Now the question is, (y\n), how to punish you. You know, I usually start with carving out the eyes, " he stated, tracing the scalpel across my eyelids, "but since you're not one of my typical victims, I think I might do things differently."
He began to make an incision across my hairline down the side of my face, causing me to whimper in pain, when a knock sounded on the door. "Hey, it's Jeremy. I know you're in there. Come on, we need you out here."
"In a minute, boss," phone guy called out.
Mr. Fazbear! I began to shout out despite the strip of cloth in my mouth and struggled in attempts to make the most noise I possibly could.
"Oi, quit the racket," he hissed, hitting the back of my head with his fist.
"Do you have someone in there with you?" Mr. Fazbear asked through the door.
"O-of course not! It's just me," phone guy said nervously. I began to shout again in protest, earning me another whack to the head.
I heard Mr. Fazbear sigh in exasperation. "You do, don't you. Man, I told you, you can't keep doing this! I can't keep covering for you. You're running me out of business here. We don't have enough suits for both you and the animatronics to be stuffing bodies. We're already on the verge of closing! This had best be the last customer," Mr. Fazbear growled lowly.
My heart felt like a shard of ice had pierced it. Mr. Fazbear was in on it! He knew all along that phone guy was the killer! Not just that, but he covered for phone guy as well. All those people who died because he was too worried about his company... I felt sick to my stomach.
"This isn't a customer...," phone guy muttered just loud enough to be heard through the door.
"The night guard, then! Whatever! Just no more after this," Mr. Fazbear barked. "Besides, like it or not, you still work here and therefore have a job to do. The girl can wait. Get out here and do what I'm paying you for."
Phone guy huffed and stepped away from me, placing the scalpel back with his other tools. He walked to the door, opening it just wide enough for him to squeeze through. "Yes, sir," he mumbled dryly.
I saw Mr. Fazbear with his eyebrows knitted together, a glint of worry in his eyes. "Try to keep the mess to a minimum, got it?"
Phone guy nodded then closed the door behind him, leaving me in the dark once more.
- time skip brought to you by Goldie randomly appearing-
I could tell a few hours had passed based on how dark the room had gotten. The sound of rowdy children had also disappeared. It was silent in the room, but not the peaceful silence you experience while laying in bed, nearly asleep. This was a malevolent silence, pregnant with blood and death, the kind of silence that causes your ears to ring painfully.
For the longest, the only noise within the room was my muffled breathing and the erratic beating of my heart. But after what I assumed was closing time, I heard footsteps approaching the door. I heard the distant voices of phone guy and Mr. Fazbear.
"Look, I don't care if I have to double your salary. I don't want you killing any more people, especially not child customers. I know I'm just as guilty as you are, but if this gets anymore out of hand, I am not above turning us both in. Do I make myself clear?" Mr. Fazbear was saying.
"Come on boss, just one more kid. The guard doesn't count! She deserves it for all the snooping she was doing," phone guy growled.
"I said no. There's been enough death in this company. I'll not add another soul to the list. This is your last one. That's it," Mr. Fazbear stated firmly.
"But that's not fair! The girl isn't even a kid. That doesn't make it any fun," phone guy said, an audible pout to his voice.
"Then if I were you, I'd find a way to make this one memorable," he growled. "Last one."
With that said, I heard his footsteps retreating from the door. Phone guy cursed under his breath and came towards the room. I began to shake, knowing this was the end. I feared what he would do to me, given I would be his last victim, at least while under the protective roof of Freddy Fazbear. There was no telling what sort of murders he might commit outside of the restaurant. I just hoped I could be strong. For Freddy and the others.
Phone guy opened the door and stomped in, slamming the door shut behind him. "Looks like you get to be my final toy. How wonderful," he growled sarcastically. He went to the table and lifted a kitchen knife. "I'm going to make the most of this." That said, he cut the strip of cloth inside my mouth, allowing me to spit it out. He grasped my chin, forcing me to look at him. It was too dark for me to see him still, but I could practically feel the snarl on his face. "I want to hear you scream while I kill you," he growled, the rage audible in his voice.
"P-please. D-don't do this. I-I'll do anything you want me to. Just don't k-kill me!" I begged.
Phone guy chuckled darkly. "That's right, (y\n). Beg for mercy. Beg me to spare your pitiful life. Scream it to the heavens! But you know what?" he asked, getting close enough to feel his hot breath on my face. "No matter how much you scream, no one is going to hear you." He laughed psychotically, then swung his arm, making a deep gash along my forearm. I yelped loudly, jumping in shock. I bit my lip, suppressing a whimper. Phone guy let out a moan of pleasure. "The pain of others... Such music to my ears!" He laughed again and dug the blade into my arm, nearly reaching the bone, and carved down to my elbow. I screamed and withered in pain, feeling the blood rush out of the wound. Phone guy moved to my opposite side and did the same thing to my other arm. "It's no fun if you're not symmetrical," he explained.
He went back to the table and set down the knife, returning to the scalpel he had earlier. He continued the incision he made on my face before, stopping just above my carotid artery. "You know, it would be so easy to drag this scalpel just a bit further and kill you now," he commented. "But that wouldn't be any fun now, would it." He dug the scalpel beneath the incision and began tugging on the skin, slowly peeling some of it away from my cheek and exposing the muscle. I screamed out in agony, nearly vomiting from the pain. Phone guy cackled maniacally and cut away some of the skin he peeled away.
At this point, pain was all I could feel. Why couldn't I just fall unconscious so I could die without feeling all this pain? This was absolutely horrible! I truly pitied those children. They definitely didn't deserve such a fate.
Phone guy returned to the table, bringing back a hammer and very long, rusty nails. He pinched the skin and muscle of my calf and held it against the chair legs, proceeding to hammer the nails through my leg. My voice was too broken from screaming. At this point, it was just a hoarse crackle. I could feel my throat begin to bleed from the effort. Of course, with as much blood that was pouring from my other wounds, that was the last of my concerns. I just wanted for this to be over.
In the distance, I thought I heard the bell from my office dinging to signal midnight. If I'm not just imagining things, I might actually stand a chance getting out of this. Gosh, I hope that was real. I squeezed my eyes shut, tears streaming down my blood soaked cheeks. I prayed silently within my mind, "Please find me in time, guys. I need you."