I feel like this is rushed, or not as...put together as the others. Let me know? I think I was so obsessed to get to this part I might've just not taken enough time with it. The reviews I get for this fic make me so unbelieveably happy. The fact that you all love this story and think it's this good means so much to me. Thank you guys.
You're about to all hate me.
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It was hard to explain what it was like, staring at the unmoving animatronic. There was a pressure on the back of his eyes, an itch in his brain. The chill was worse now, his teeth were chattering and his skin was covered in goosebumps.
It didn't feel right but he didn't dare look away.
"G-Golden Freddy?"
It's eyes were completely black, only tiny white pinpricks staring back at him. It was nothing like when the other animatronics stared like that. It was impossible to tell what it was thinking or where it was looking, but Mike knew it was watching him.
"You are so close now, Michael. It's time I ask for your healing."
Mike gaped. "Wha...what do you mean? What's going on, I helped the others right?"
"You have. The spirits got their revenge but couldn't move on. But you, you made them heal from their hatred and they can finally rest. But you have just one last child to help. Just as I told you that night."
That night...? Mike swallowed roughly. He remembered. When he woke up after Freddy attacked him, and he'd heard a voice. It was impossible to not recognize. Golden Freddy had always been there, that's why he'd asked the others. It didn't surprise him but it was still unnvering to physically see him up close.
Wait...one last child? The guard felt himself pale. No. He'd thought it was Freddy, when the thing in the freezer had said he was close and had one more child, he'd meant Freddy. Hadn't he? But as Golden Freddy sat there, the itching in his skull increasing, he knew he was wrong.
"What do you need me to do?" He asked softly.
He tensed when the gold bear twitched. "The bathrooms."
"...bathrooms?"
"Go there. I will show you."
Mike blinked and he was gone. The pressure, the chill, everything left. He sat there a moment, wondering if that was even real. What if he was hallucinating? But he knew that wasn't it. His legs shook violently when he stood up.
He made sure the tablet wasn't broken first. It had a small crack but he put it on the desk and decided to worry about it later. Once he was sure his legs could support him, he ran down the West Hall towards the bathrooms, not wanting to run into anyone.
The bathroom halls were dark. The chill returned immediately, and he rubbed his shoulders desperately. Propped against the wall was Golden Freddy; Mike had to do a double take, thinking maybe someone had passed out there all night. The animatronic was so eerie.
"Here."
Mike frowned, looking around. "What...what's here? What do you need me to do?"
"Break the wall, Michael. We need closure."
What did that mean? Mike hesitated before pressing his hands against the wall. As he slid them around, he wondered if this was a dream. Maybe he'd hit his head? But then he felt a difference in textures, where the wall bumped out ever so slightly. He swallowed. He found a safe room. What was in there? Proof of the killer's actions? He'd finally bring them peace, and he might lose his new friends from it.
But Mike couldn't be selfish. Not about this. He frowned and backed up slightly before kicking the wall. He hissed, hopping away. That had been a bad idea...he'd need a weapon to break it. Maybe a knife to carve it out? But his phone vibrated in his pants and he realized it was six.
"How...it was just four..." Mike turned and sighed when he realized Golden Freddy was gone. "Thanks...lotta help you were."
He went back to the office and got his stuff together. He then hesitated. If he opened that wall tomorrow...this was the last night he'd see the animatronics. They might turn back into ordinary robots. They might even stop working. It was a horrifying feeling. He cared about them so much, and he could lose them to help them.
Foxy said that they were separate. He'd just have to find out.
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Mike looked around, making sure not to bump into any of the kids. It was still insanely busy inside Freddy's, even though they closed in an hour. It was good to see, of course, but it made Mike's job harder as he headed for the back room.
"-fucking serious. Do it again, I'm not fixing it. Ever. I don't care."
"Ain't me fault they be tough warriors." Foxy complained.
Mike raised an eyebrow, watching Jeremy kneeling down in front of Foxy, flashlight in hand as he looked over the ankle joint. Seeing him, the fox perked up, grinning. He was hushed by the engineer.
"Don't fucking move."
"Aw, but Mike-"
"Don't. Fucking. Move." Jeremy hissed.
Mike sighed, looking between them. "So, uh, what's going on?"
Jeremy grabbed a wrench and began unscrewing the front's of Foxy's legs, revealing the endoskeleton inside and some wires. "This asshole keeps fucking around and messing shit up. I was about to leave but no. No, he has to start sword fighting and jumping around until something comes loose. Scared the shit out of the kids."
"Okay, maybe I be a little too excited..." Foxy grumbled, looking guilty at the last bit.
"If you keep making Jeremy fix you, the company's going to start getting upset. I know you're excited, but when you break down the kids can't see you." Mike said.
"Aye, ye be right."
Jeremy sighed. "I've been telling you the same shit all day, fucking...favoring robots..." He pulled away. "Done. Get back to work."
Mike moved, rolling his eyes when Foxy grinned and ran out. He then sighed, waiting as the blond man cleaned his hands off on a rag, wanting him to say something first. Finally Jeremy looked at him, eyeing him.
"Something fucked up happened didn't it?"
"Yeah...I need to borrow some tools for tonight." Mike answered, running a hand through his hair. "Something that could break through a fake wall."
Jeremy froze, staring at him. "...you found it?"
"Not...not quite." He looked around nervously. The odds that Golden Freddy would be there was ridiculous but...he didn't want to take any chances. "Golden Freddy appeared. He's the last kid, and he asked for my help. Showed me where the wall was."
"The fuck does he want?" Jeremy demanded, looking pale.
Mike shrugged. "I think there's something in there that proves who the killer is. He said something about...closure."
"So you gotta break down a fake wall where the kids were killed and find something in there that proves who killed them..." The blond sighed. "Sounds like a fun night ahead of you."
"Yeah, real thrilling. If you can't give me anything I can ask-"
"I'm coming with you."
Mike paused, mouth opening and closing. "What? Jeremy, come on..."
He put the tools away. "These fucking kids were killed in my building when I worked there. They then nearly killed me. They ruined my life. I think I get to be there when you pull some magical friendship bullshit to fix this."
"We don't know what's in there." Mike argued.
"Really? You're going to argue having someone there to help you?" Jeremy sighed, giving him a hard look. "Mike, you don't know what's going to happen. Say you give these fuckers peace. What then? What if they're still pissed off and go after you? What if they think you're the guy that killed them?"
"Then I get the fuck out of there." Mike said.
"Either you shut up and let me come with you or I ignore you until I show up to help anyway."
The brunette sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Okay whatever."
Jeremy smirked. "Was that so hard? Anyway, I gotta go punch out."
Mike waited for him. They grabbed the tool box and headed for the Security Room. Mike was surprised when he didn't see Mark, but pushed it off. They sat there until the place closed. Once it hit eleven, they got up and Mike led Jeremy to the bathroom hall.
"Here. If you feel this area..." Mike did so, and Jeremy copied. "It's a fake wall."
"Yeah it is...holy shit." Jeremy began feeling the wall and Mike moved so he could feel around.
The blond man went into the tool box, mumbling to himself. He pulled out what looked like a knife, and a hammer. Mike jumped when he kicked the toolbox towards him. Frowning, he looked through it, pausing when he found a flashlight.
"You hold that. There's no way the room's gonna have power."
"Okay..." The guard mumbled.
He watched Jeremy as he began apparently mapping out the frame of the door. He was mumbling still as he moved his hand a few centimeters before he put his finger against a spot. "Grab a pen in there would you?"
"Yeah." Mike did so, marking the wall for him. "You think we'll be fired?"
He snorted. "Maybe we can blame it on kids. Or the assholes themselves." He then paused, sighing before he began hammering the knife-like tool into the wall. "So...I understand you wanna investigate this fast as possible but why not have said assholes help you?"
"What do you mean?" Mike asked, frowning.
"Get the fucking bear to beat this wall down! Or the rabbit, you guys seem like buddies." Jeremy glared at him. "So why aren't we waiting for them?"
Mike sighed. "...they might stop working...if the kids find peace. I guess I'm a coward, but I can't just...watch them go. I thought about talking to them about it, but I don't want them to stop me. I don't want to be selfish about this."
"So instead you'll take away any choice on their part. Alright."
Mike scowled at him. "What should I do then?"
"Fucking tell them what you think could happen. We don't know shit for sure, they don't, so shouldn't they be prepared? They could say good bye even. I don't like the fuckers, but you do. And they certainly like you, so why not say fucking good bye?" Jeremy waved the hammer around wildly as he talked.
"Either keep hammering the damn wall or let me."
The guard huffed when Jeremy went back to cutting into the wall. He knew he had a point, but he wanted this to be done. It was selfish of him, maybe even cruel. He refused to deny a part of him was doing this because he was curious. He wondered if the animatronics would forgive him, if they were still...them after this.
"Ow!"
Mike jumped. "You alright?"
Jeremy pulled away from the wall and nodded, rubbing his wrist. "Yeah, I'm fine. Found the doorway."
He motioned to a large hole he'd revealed. There was a hint of old wood, covered in white dust and plaster. "You have anything that I could use to help you?"
Jeremy tossed him the hammer. Mike squawked when it flew passed him. Sighing heavily, he picked it up and began hammering while Jeremy began measuring where the opposite frame would be and began carving it out.
Once there was an opening, the plastor fell easily. Mike was breathing hard, but the wall crumbled before him. The only really difficult part was when it came to the top of the door. They moved a chair to help them reach, having at least half of the door revealed.
"...what the hell are you guys doing?"
They both jumped, Jeremy pointing the knife (he kept calling it a chisel but Mike was sure you didn't make them that big) in a denfensive stance. Mike felt a bit silly holding out the hammer when Mark gave them a look like they might be insane. But then the younger guard lit up, eyes wide when he spotted the door.
"Whoa...you found a hidden door?"
"Newbie what are you doing here?" Jeremy demanded.
He shrugged. "You guys were acting weird yesterday, and then I saw you talking earlier. So I may have conveinently hid away to spy on you. What is this?"
Mike felt his heart racing. This was not good. He check his watch, cursing when he saw it was 12: 08. The animatronics were definitely out, likely going to the Security Room to see where he was. He'd brought Jeremy the first time, but Mark wasn't supposed to be here.
"Mark, I swear I will explain everything to you tomorrow. Really. But you have got to leave now." Mike begged him. He didn't want the other to even get a glimpse of the robots in case he was attacked or frightened.
Jeremy made a noise and went back to working on the fake wall. "He's an idiot. He doesn't want to listen it's his problem."
"Jeremy-"
"I'll leave if you explain. Give me an abridged version." Mark said. "You guys know something that's going on. Ever since Foxy's return, he's acted weird around me! The others think I'm insane, but he does. What's going on?"
Mike watched Jeremy kick off the bottom section of the plastor, thinking. "Okay...okay, then I'll make this quick. Then you really, really need to leave." Mark nodded. "The animatronics are sentient. They wander during the night, and they're extremely hostile. I've befriended them but they will seriously kill you if they see you here."
Mark stared. The brunette almost groaned; there was no way he was going to believe him. "Oh...so how am I going to sneak by them?"
"...youactuallybelievemethankgod..." Mike looked around. "If, if I go with you I could stall them if they're th-"
All three of them gagged suddenly. Jeremy covered his nose with his sleeve as he backed away from the door; he'd opened it slightly, and a smell none of them could describe came wafting from within. Mike's eyes watered violently as he looked away, even if that wouldn't help.
"W-wha...t...is that?" He managed to get out. He gagged again from trying to speak.
Mark ran into the bathroom. They heard him retching and spitting. Jeremy shoved the door close with his foot. It helped slightly but the stench was still very much there. Mike wiped his face and even wiped his tongue on his shirt; he could taste whatever that was.
"Mike..."
He nodded. Once he'd calmed down, he recognized that scent. He'd smelled it a few times when he was small, walking down the road and noticing road kill. Rot, decay, death...He knew that they'd found something horrible. And Golden Freddy wanted it revealed.
"What is that?" Mark asked when he returned. His face was red and he'd splashed water on it since his shirt was wet.
Jeremy ignored him. "Mike...fucking seriously, what if it's the kids? Are we supposed to like, bury them or something for that stupid bear? Bring them to their parents?"
"Hey, calm down. We don't know yet." Mike said, turning on the flashlight. He saw the blond relax slightly. "We're going to look. Well, I'm going to look. You guys can stay out here if you want."
"You're not going in there alone." The engineer grumbled. Mark nodded.
"It could be unsafe."
Jeremy glared at him. "You don't even know what's going on, Pliers."
"Yeah because none of you assholes told me. So glad I was watching animatronics that would kill me. No wonder I had to sign a waiver..." Mark ran a hand through his hair.
"We told you to fuck off before, remember?"
Mike ignored them. He used one hand to cover his nose with his shirt again and opened the door. The two groaned loudly at the sudden onslaught and hissed at him for not warning them. Taking a deep breath, he turned the flashlight on and began slowly entering the room.
It was decent size. Beyond the rotting smell, there was something stale hanging in the air. There were boxes upon boxes everywhere, papers scattered around. Jeremy and Mark followed closely behind, Mark using his phone to light up more area.
"It's somehow worse in here." Jeremy said.
The guard nodded slowly. He paused, looking over one of the papers. It was a poster...a yellow bear, obviously Golden Freddy. And dancing next to him was a yellow bunny. It looked a lot like Bonnie, though the design seemed different. Moving to the next paper, it was drawings of the two. And again. And again. Everywhere, the two golden animatronics were plastered on posters and drawings and even a headline that he couldn't make out.
"Who...?"
"GUYS."
They both jumped, turning towards Mark. He was in the far corner, staring down at something behind a box. Even with half his face covered, he looked sickened. Horrified. Mike rushed over, nearly tripping on a moldy piece of something. Jeremy was right behind him, and they both froze next to the other guard.
It was slumped like Golden Freddy usually was. What had once been a shiny golden color had rotted into a greenish sickening color Mike had never seen. Patches of fur were gone, and an odd pattern had formed into its hard shell. Pieces of that were even missing, revealing its endoskeleton and wires and...
"...are those fucking bones?" Jeremy whispered.
Mark swallowed. "I think...I think that's rotted flesh...no, not anymore. It's what's left of once rotted flesh. I've never seen...and, and I think the human part stained it?"
They both looked at him. He flushed slightly. "Medical school."
Oh...useful. Mike turned back to the bunny. One of it's ears were missing, some of its finger tips. The lips were gone, revealing its flat teeth in their entirety. It looked to be constantly grinning. The guard wondered why Golden Freddy had brought them here when Mark began approaching it.
"Idiot, don't."
"Shh, don't freak me out more than I am..." Mark hissed back as he kneeled down next to the form. He looked around the floor. "These are definitely blood stains...And there's evidence of blood on the thing itself. Shine the light this way."
Mike scowled but did so, giving him more light. "What is it?"
"Bones...looks like the metal and wires pierced through them." The younger guard shuddered.
"Painful way to go..." Jeremy frowned. "There's no way it's a kid. This thing is too tall. You can see bones where his feet are."
It was horrible, looking. The metal of its feet were exposed, far worse than Foxy. And there were sickening rust red colored pieces of metal. He didn't even know blood could stain metal. Had someone been stuffed into this one then? Someone important enough that Golden Freddy would want him to find...
"Should we move it?" He asked.
Jeremy gave him a disgusted look. "Are you insane? You think any of us are going to touch that thing?"
Mark nodded, getting up. "We need have gloves if we're going to touch it."
"Okay...well, I guess I should go to the security office. If...if he shows up again I can ask what we're supposed to do with it." Mike mumbled softly to himself.
"You guys go ahead. I wanna look at these papers." Jeremy waved them off. "Maybe these things have some kind of clue about what happened."
"Don't like...get sealed in here then." Mark whispered.
The blond gave him a dry look. "Relax. Me and the rust bucket will be fine."
Mike hesitated. "I...I really need to argue. We don't know what happened here, what that thing is, whose in it. Or what it can do. We should all go together."
"And see that fucking...thing slumped there?" Jeremy demanded angrily.
"Yes. Because it's better than something happening in here."
He could tell the other was having some kind of debate in his head. Jeremy finally sighed and nodded. "Alright...we should both be there anyway to explain...him."
He motioned to Mark. The dark brunette glared back. But Mike nodded; it was a good idea. The animatronics might not like Jeremy all that much, he made it clear he wasn't fond of them, but they trusted him. If they both stood up for Mark, it shouldn't be a problem.
It was so amazing, being away from the smell. They closed the door and headed for the Security Room. Mike made sure to go first, pausing when he noticed that Chica was in his seat, Bonnie and Freddy on either side.
"What're you guys doing?"
"We were looking for you. We were worried when you weren't here and Chica decided to start looking through the cameras." Bonnie responded, perking up when he saw him. He then frowned, looking at Jeremy and then Mark.
Mike swallowed. Chica and Freddy both looked as well, and he swore their eyes began darkening. "Uhhh...guys! You know Mark, he's my...um, what's the word...I'm his superior. So, uh, shit kinda happened, Golden Freddy appeared and made him reveal a hidden door, we found something inside and we are kinda stuck as to what to do."
Freddy's eyes narrowed but didn't turn black. "Golden Freddy approached you, Mr. Schmidt?"
"Yeah. He showed me where this room was. So I'd really appreciate if you guys ignored Mark was here so we can handle this. Because according to Golden," Jeremy snickered slightly, mumbling about him sounding like an asshole. "We can like...heal the kids from this. I don't know what that means, but the thing in freezer said it was a good thing."
Wow, saying it together like that made him sound insane. Bonnie and Chica shared a confused look but Freddy nodded. "I've wondered if this day would come. The children finding peace is something we've been wanting for many, many years."
"Okay, that's good. Mike freaked out for nothing then." Jeremy said. Mike glared at him.
"Why?" Chica asked.
Mike flushed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I...I wondered if the children passed if you guys would...break down or stop being what you are? So I thought maybe I shouldn't help but then I didn't want to be a giant asshole."
"That is kind of you, Mr. Schmidt, but you should've just asked us. We do not know what will happen exactly, but we appreciate your concern." Freddy chuckled.
"I, uh...I don't mean to cut in or anything." Mark said suddenly. "But um...I think the smell from the room is stinking up the whole restaurant. I can smell it again?"
Mike paused only for a moment. He shared a look with Jeremy who'd gone pale and they both nodded. "Mark get in here. Freddy, shut the door."
They both listened without hesitating. Mike shut the left door and took the tablet from Chica. Bonnie peeked over his shoulder. He began looking through the cameras, pausing at the bathroom area.
"Holy shit..." He whispered.
The toolbox was knocked over. Tools were littered everywhere around the hall. Mike's hands began shaking. Jeremy began pacing despite the tight fit, Mark sitting up on the desk to not get in his way.
"There's no way that thing is moving...It was broken. It had pieces of itself on the ground! Did we wake it up?"
"If it's like them..." Mike trailed off, thinking.
"You found something like us?" Chica asked.
The guard swallowed. Jeremy took the tablet from him, looking frantically through the cameras. "There was an animatronic in there. It, it had someone inside it, rotted away and melded into the suit. We must've woken it up." The nerves only increased when the three of them shared a look. "You...you know what I'm talking about?"
"Mike..." Jeremy's voice was hoarse. He stuck the tablet into his face.
It was nearly impossible to see it. Almost below the camera, peeking up, was the rusted bunny. It's eyes were glowing in the dark. Mike had a feeling that it was letting them see it; tormenting them. Hunting them.
"No...nononononono..." Chica began shaking, her entire shell trembling violently.
"Not again..." Bonnie whispered.
Mike looked away to stare at them. "Hey, you guys alright?"
"Through the vent. Go on." Freddy ushered them to a vent Mike had covered up with some boxes. He then looked at the guard while the two piled out. "Forgive us, Mr. Schmidt...we, we cannot stay. Not with him here."
"What? You're leaving us here like sitting ducks?!" Jeremy snapped.
"Believe it or not, Mr. Fitzgerald...even we are afraid of something."
Freddy left as well. It should've been comical, seeing them squeezing through a vent. But Mike could only throw himself down into the chair and try to stop his shaking. He didn't understand, but he did. Whatever that animatronic was, they were afraid of it.
"What is going on...?" Mark asked. Mike jumped, forgetting completely that he was there. "You, you said the robots were sentient. Why are we being hunted by one? Why are they afraid of this one?"
"Because this is how it was before Mike pulled some friendship crap on them." Jeremy said. He began pacing the now bigger area. "We'd have to play this shitty game with them, trying to survive. Feels, feels like old times."
He stuttered once. Mike felt sick. He'd never seen Jeremy so unnverved. Off balanced. But he had gotten away from this...now he was forced back into this horrible job. Mark was curled up on the desk, looking around frantically. Jeremy kept checking the cameras again, green eyes jumping around the screen.
"I can't find this asshole..." He whispered. "He's hiding. How can he tell where the cameras are?"
"Stay calm, and just...let me try."
Mike took it when Jeremy finally relented the tablet. "And why the hell are they afraid of it!? They're robots too, I don't see why they can't be out there knocking this thing's head off or something."
"What would they be afraid of though?" Mark asked curiously.
"It's gotta be whatever that thing is..." Jeremy's mumbling continued as he paced still. Mark glared at him since he was still stuck on the desk. "What though? Some dead guy is decomposed in that thing."
"You mind giving me a run down since we're stuck here?" Mark asked.
Mike blinked, pausing from flipping through the cameras. "Oh...yeah, I guess that's a good idea."
Jeremy quieted down, half listening as Mike went over what the animatronics were, including the children incident, the killer, Golden Freddy, healing the spirits...it felt weird to hear summarized. He then paused, eyebrows furrowed. He felt like they were missing something.
"Why can't it be that Phone guy then?" Mark asked. He looked a little pale but seemed to be following along.
"The rooms were sealed too long ago...we don't know when, but..." Mike frowned.
"Oh...so you don't know why the yellow Freddy wanted you to see that room?"
The guard shook his head. "No idea."
"But...but the posters..." Mark tapped his chin. "If in those posters were this yellow Freddy, then that thing is what? They were in the same posters, so they were made together. Like the four here. Yellow Freddy and yellow Bonnie maybe?"
"If you call them yellow one more time I'm going to beat your ass." Jeremy mumbled.
Mike rolled his eyes. "I guess that makes sense..."
"So what though? Shit happens to them. Most of them were scrapped six years ago." The blond said.
"I dunno. I'm throwing ideas out there since I haven't been a part of this." the younger guard shrugged.
"But if they were partners...and they've always been sentient..." Mike stopped, frowning. "I seriously can't find this guy, Jeremy, it's like he's disappeared-"
Jeremy screamed. Mike and Mark jumped to their feet, eyes wide when the blond was suddenly on the ground. Mike grabbed his arm, pulling him up but a gold hand around Jeremy's ankle began pulling from the vent despite the engineer's kicking. Two eyes stared back at him.
"Mark, help!"
Mark grabbed his other hand. They pulled, ignoring Jeremy as he hissed. And yet, despite them both using all their weight, the bunny robot easily began dragging the blond into the vent. Mike looked away from the vent, staring at Jeremy. The blond looked back, face pale.
"Jeremy, I promise, I'll get them to come after you and you'll be okay, I promise. Just get away from it, okay, you'll be fine."
Jeremy gave a nervous chuckle. "Y-you're an awful liar."
"Jeremy-"
The robot gave a yank. Mike scrambled to grab the other again when he was pulled out of his grip. The blond man's nails dug into the tiled floor, but he was gone. Cursing, Mike got up and shone the light at the door. He didn't see either of them. Panicking, he went to open the door.
"Mike, we have no idea where they are! We can't fight that thing." Mark pulled him away. He struggled. "Look at the cameras, see if you can find him."
His hands were shaking. Mike grabbed the tablet from where it had fallen, flicking through them wildly. When he still didn't see them, the panic became blinding. He threw it on the desk and went for the door again.
"Close the door behind me."
"Mike, don't! You're both going to die and I don't know how these things work!" Mark begged him.
Mike hesitated. He ran his hands through his hair. No...Jeremy was fine. He'd done this before. He'd gone against eleven animatronics, what was one? He rubbed his eyes and nodded slowly. Mark relaxed slightly, face pale as he stared at him. They both jumped when something tapped on the glass.
"Jeremy?"
The robot bunny stared back. It seemed to be closest to Bonnie's height, easily pushing past seven feet. The frozen grin on its face widened as it stared at them both. Mike swallowed roughly, wondering if Jeremy had gotten away.
"I..."
"Did it talk?" Mark whispered.
There was an almost static noise. "I...am...S-S-Spring..."
Mike heard something in the way it spoke. Something old, besides the static, like listening to an old record. But he couldn't really pay attention; every time it twitched, there was a glimpse of something...
"I...am...S-Spring...trap. WelCOMe to...F-Freddy's..."
"Springtrap...?" Mike scowled. "I seriously doubt you were originally named that."
It tilted its head. "W-w-welcome to, Freddy'sssss...I...will huuuurt you."
A chill went down Mike's spine. "Give us back Jeremy."
"N-nice...uniforrrmmmm..." The tips of Springtrap's fingers dug into the glass, cracking it. "Come out, p-p-play with me."
"Is the robot talking or is it the dead guy inside it? That's how this shit works right?" the younger guard asked. He jumped when Springtrap twitched almost violently.
"Sssssssnivling...bratzzz..."
Mike's eyes narrowed. It was definitely the spirit talking. He'd never seen this though; the others never let the child spirits take fully over or talk...Or if they did, it was impossible to tell. But something told him that this wasn't the animatronic itself.
"Where's Jeremy?" He demanded, taking a step towards the window. "What did you do with him?"
"W-whoooo?"
"Jeremy! The guy you just took!"
"Don't keep talking to it, Mike, the things' not all there..." Mark mumbled, glaring at it. "So let's keep trying to find that yellow bear."
Springtrap twitched again, more violently this time. The window cracked further, lines spreading across the glass. "T-they won't find the p-p-piecesssss of you..."
"Lot of big talk from a corpse."
Mike pulled Mark away when the window shattered. The bunny reached inside, letting out a horrible screech as it tried to grab Mark's throat. When they were out of reach, Springtrap growled and stalked off. They slowly relaxed once they were sure it was gone.
"We need to destroy that thing...I don't know if it'll shut off at six like the others." Mike whispered.
"That thing is...it's smart. We need to think of a plan to kill it."
Mike looked down. He spotted the tablet, screen mostly broken now. A brief thought went through his head of being more than fired, but he shook it off. Frowning, he picked it up.
"I...I think I have a plan, Mark...but we might die even if it works."
He could tell the other was frightened. But Mark nodded shakily. "If it gets rid of that thing, I'll do whatever it takes."
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AND DONE. Jeez this chapter didn't want to end. And there wasn't a better place to stop it. Ah well, it means more for you. Also the most of you said a sequel would interest you so that's good! I kinda want to do one-shots as well set into this universe but that may be pushing it haha.
Remember when Jeremy first appeared and I said to like, not to get attached? None of ya listened.
MRIMO