Well, the first part is sad but then it gets better. I would like to quickly apologise for my spelling and grammatical errors. I do try to proofread my work but I usually have my brother read it over as well to catch any mistakes I missed. He is too depressed by this story, however, so he doesn't want to look at it and so it's just me doing the proofreading.
Timothy knelt beside his sister. There was nothing he could do to save her. His insubstantial fists passed right through the murderer and his cries were inaudible to employees, parents, and partying children alike. The locked door might be no obstacle to the little ghost, but he could not share that ability and take his sister or any of the other children to safety. So the door remained as much of a barrier as ever, blocking out whatever the terrified children had managed to scream once they had realized what was going to happen to them.
Timothy had had to watch the man stick a knife through his sister. He had had to watch him do the same to the other children as they stared, mouths open, realizing too late how much danger they were in. He had had to watch the man take each of their lifeless bodies and shove them inside of the empty costumes that waited in the room. Then he had wiped the knife on one of the costumes' furry chests and just walked out, his act unseen by anyone who could bring up a case against him. The man had no reason for any of it; he had done it just because he could.
All Timmy could see of Katie was one eye that the mask hadn't managed to cover. She stared up at him and blinked. The other children were dead, but somehow, Katie was holding onto a thin sliver of life. Maybe the knife hadn't struck the most critical place or maybe her brother's presence was just allowing her to keep a thread of hope that she would not be abandoned. Either way, Timothy could do nothing for his sister except stare back at her and let them share this one moment.
Each time Katie blinked, her eye remained closed for a little longer. That sliver of life was slipping away. Soon she would be as lifeless as empty as the broken Fredbear costume. The scene was almost poetic: to have both brother and sister lose their lives in the same golden bear. But poetry was on neither one of the children's minds at that moment. The only thing they had was dispair.
Effortfully, Katie raised Fredbear's hand that covered her own. Timothy grabbed it and squeezed it as hard as he could, though his grasp was as effective as air. "I'm here, Katie. I wouldn't leave you," he whispered, spectral tears falling uncared about. She blinked at him one last time before letting her unsupported hand fall, thudding softly as it hit the ground.
Timmy knelt there, time uncared about in that room where life no longer existed. There was just him, his sister, and the other children lying a few feet away. Timothy had told his sister that it would be ok, but it hadn't been. He had let her and the other children follow that man into this room, and he had gotten them all killed. And then he hadn't been able to do a thing to stop their murderer. Maybe he deserved to be stuck here.
Timothy stayed in that room for a long time. In the hallway, a few employees searched on behalf of five pairs of parents for a group of missing children. As the hours passed, the seekers were replaced with policemen. Eventually, the door to the back room was opened.
Nathaniel walked up the street to Freddy's. An ambulance and two police cars sped past him. They stopped at his destination. Breaking into a run, he found himself in the middle of a crime scene. It didn't take him long to find the source of the horror, and when he reached the back room, he was greeted with the sight of two police officers pulling a screaming man away from the torn-up Fredbear animatronic that lay on the floor. "She's my daughter! You don't understand! Katie is my daughter!" cried the man.
His shouts were mixed with those of other frantic parents and the policemen countering, "All civilians must stand behind the yellow tape. Touching the evidence would be detrimental to finding the culprit!"
"To hell with you all! You never find anybody!" one voice rang out above the rest. Henry broke through the crowd and threw himself on top of Fredbear. "Katie!" he screamed, pulling the legs off the already broken robot. Underneath were the bloody legs of a little girl. "Who the hell did this to you, Katie!? I swear, I'll kill-" Two policemen grabbed his shoulders and pulled him away, but the rest of the crowd broke free and soon the room was a chaotic mess of screaming, fighting people.
"She's my sister too! I love her too!" Timothy's familiar voice came from near the center of the room. Nathaniel pulled his weeping friend away from all the people and action. He couldn't stay in this room for one more moment, and he knew being here wasn't good for Timothy, either.
Outside, Timothy refused to budge one more step. If he had a limited supply of tears, it would have been exhausted by now. "Nate! T-There was a man i-in a rabbit costume a-and - " The little boy told his friend everything. Though he knew the outcome of what had happened in that room, Nathaniel still paled when he heard his friend's story. "A-And it was all my fault b-because they n-never would have g-gone if I h-hadn't t-told Katie that she could g-g-go with h-him!" Timothy finished. He curled up on the floor as another series of sobs came on.
Nathaniel buried his face in his hands. This… this could have been prevented if he had just stayed with Timmy and Katie. From the way his little friend had described the murderer, he was the same person who had killed Nathaniel. If he had just stayed with his friends, even though he wouldn't have seen the man's face, surely he should have been able to recognize his voice. He would have been able to warn Katie and right now she and the other children would be safe at home and the murderer in jail. But Nathaniel hadn't been there. Instead, he had been sulking about something completely pointless! And now so many families and lives were broken and Timothy was blaming himself and it was all because he hadn't been there! But no amount of crying or wishing or blaming would bring back those five children. Nothing could change the past and nothing could bring back a life…
Bring back a life. Undoing death wasn't possible, but there was an alternative. His alternative. The bird… That had been a perverted mockery of life and had left to poor creature trapped in an unfamiliar body that it could not easily control. But with Timothy, it had been different. When he had brought back Timothy, and he was sure that he had been the one to bring him back, it had been different. He had done the same thing with the purple light that he had done with the bird, but whatever he had done had been less intense the second time around. The only problem was that he didn't have any idea how to control how intensely he did it. He might bring the kids back to be in the same ghostly state as himself and Timothy, but he might horribly trap them like he had with the bird.
Nathaniel looked down at his friend. The small boy was still curled up on the ground, a sob shaking his small body every few seconds. Katie was Timothy's sister, his best friend. He wouldn't do well without her. She might be happier wherever she was now and maybe Nate was being selfish for wanting to keep her here, but a world without sweet little Katie would be unbearable for both Timothy and Nathaniel. If there was a chance to bring her back, Nathaniel had to take it.
His decision set, Nathaniel took a step forward. "What… what are you doing?" asked Timothy, looking up.
The older boy looked down at his friend, a glint of hard determination in his eyes. "I'm going to bring back your sister."
The room was a mess. The police had managed to get everybody away from the scene, but the damage was clear. Whatever fingerprints that the technology of the late 80s could use to determine the culprit were muddled by the hands of parents frantic to get to their little ones with a desperate hope that even after all these hours they might still have time to be saved. There would be investigations, of course, but with most of the evidence destroyed, it wasn't likely that anybody would be brought to justice.
What worried Nathaniel most, though, was that the bodies were gone. Of course they wouldn't just leave them here! he cursed himself. How was he going to bring back the kids if he didn't have the actual kids? The costumes were still here, though, and they were heavily stained with the children's blood. Torn up costumes and a lot of blood might be all he needed.
Timothy hovered by his side, not daring to speak. Nathaniel knelt beside the empty Chica, which according to Timothy had been where Lucy had ended up inside. It wasn't exactly an experiment, but he needed to practice before he did anything to his friend's precious sister. Closing his eyes, Nathaniel concentrated on the red-stained bird. Please work. Please work, he repeated in his head. His hands began to glow a soft purple. So did the costume. It was working.
But then the costume stopped glowing. Nathaniel's hands didn't though. Eyes widening, he waved them around wildly in an attempt to dissipate the light. Life decided that the costume was too broken to be a suitable place to enter. Instead, it chose the thing most similar to the chicken on the floor: the chicken on the stage. "Stop!" Nathaniel cried, getting desperate. It did.
He sat down, breathing hard. He had almost just lost control. He looked over at Timothy. The younger boy was once again kneeling over Fredbear, staring at him with an unbearable hopelessness in his eyes. If this didn't work, that look might never go away. Nathaniel had to try again for him.
The chicken didn't move. Lucy didn't come back. Maybe it's better for her that way. He moved on to the empty Freddy costume, where Brian had been. This is going to work, he told himself. He concentrated. His hands started to glow. So far, so good. But just as it had last time, the costume's light flickered out, choosing instead to glow around the less broken bear on the stage. The Freddy next to Nathaniel didn't move.
Though he didn't know any of these children particularly well, Nathaniel tried to picture Suzy's face as he stood over the Bonnie costume. He imagined her drawing at one of the tables, tried to get a clear picture of how she looked in the thought that maybe if he thought about who he was bringing back, that child would appear. She didn't.
Foxy's head lay at one corner of the room, his arms were several meters away, and the rest of him was torn up as well. But Joey had done a lot of bleeding, so if this didn't work, Nathaniel didn't think he could do anything for Katie. A purple light appeared in Pirate's Cove, but the fox in front of Nathaniel showed no signs of intending to move.
This was it, then. He had failed to resurrect any of the children. "I… I'm sorry," was all he could say to Timothy.
The younger boy blinked out more tears. "Couldn't you at least try to save Katie?" he sniffled. Nate sighed and knelt beside the golden bear. Unlike the other costumes, this old bear was in much better shape, having only lost his legs instead of being completely torn apart. Fifth time's the charm, he told himself as he concentrated on the task in front of him. His hands began to glow. So did Fredbear. Stay in control. Stay in control. The glow stayed on, and it didn't flare up. When it died down, Nathaniel and Timothy stared at the bear intently. He did not move.
"Timmy? Nate?" The two boys nearly jumped. Behind them, fading into view, was unmistakably Katie. "Timmy? Nate? I… I don't feel so well…" She staggered forward, fading in and out of focus.
Her brother was at her side in an instant. "Katie! You're here! We're going to keep you safe!" he embraced her. The little boy was still crying, but these were happy tears.
"I… I'm a ghost now?" she blinked, this time staying in focus. The two boys nodded sadly. But it wasn't all sad. Even though nobody else could see or hear them, they at least had each other.
Outside the room, somebody screamed. Katie yelped and Timothy held his sister's hand. Nathaniel followed the screaming to the party room. It was in a state of complete chaos.
Up on the stage, the Freddy robot was waving his arms around in panic. Next to him, Bonnie covered his face and shook and Chica stumbled forward and fell off the stage. Out of the corner of his eye, Nate saw a blur of motion. Foxy sprinted into the room and began to gesture wildly as he ran. It was all unnatural and unnerving. But what on earth had caused the robots to act so completely against any ordered programming?
The children did come back. As soon as he realized it, Nathaniel knew that that was the answer. The children had come back in the robots instead of the broken costumes, and now they were trapped and had as much of an idea of what was going on as the policemen who were trying to dodge the frantic movements of the crazed robotic mascots.
One policeman got it together enough to pull out a taser. "Stop!" cried Nathaniel, "It isn't what you think!" Of course, the man did not hear him. A moment later, Foxy was twitching on the floor, electric sparks shooting out of him. Freddy soon lay motionless beside him, power gone. Chica and Bonnie didn't fare as well. In the process of bringing her down, both of the chicken's arms snapped backwards, exposing thick metal wires. And Bonnie - or Suzy as Nathaniel tried to think of the tall purple rabbit as the shy little girl - would not let go of his - or her - face as the girl tried to block out all the lights and sounds around her. The thick purple arms were wrenched down to her sides and along with them came the costume's mask. The threats neutralized, one policeman took a wary step forward. None of the robots moved.
Needless to say, Freddy's was going to shut down for a little while.