Casey felt a hand on her shoulder, which caused her to drop her flashlight out of fear. The room was dark, Casey picked up her flashlight, with shaking hands, and she pointed it in the direction of the hand. In front of her stood the man in purple. Just as she connected the three, the man lunged forward and Casey could feel something enter the skin on her neck.
"It's y-you…"
"It's me." Vincent said, a sickening grin on his smug face.
Casey picked up her gun, trying her best to stay upright, but fear and desperation spurred her on. She fired a couple of times, but the room around her was spinning and when she fired, the bullet only grazed the man's neck. He put his fingers to the small wound, licking the blood off his fingers. The woman's knees buckled underneath her as the drug coursed through her body. The gun and flashlight fell to the ground, along with the blonde herself. She tried to reach for her radio, but it felt like her body was made of lead, and she found herself giving in to sleep.
"Goodnight, Casey Knight." Vincent said, his smile never fading.
Casey woke up from a dreamless sleep. Her eyes felt heavy, and she smelled something delicious. Is that… Pizza? She wondered, opening her eyes, and taking in her surroundings. She was in a room, with one incandescent light above her head. She was sitting in a chair, and she couldn't move, her hands were tied behind her, the rope digging into her wrists uncomfortably. She had tape over her mouth. As her vision focused again, she looked around, and felt panic rising in her chest. She was in the janitor's closet, at Freddy's. She looked around for a clock, and she almost cried with relief when she saw that it was still an hour before the night shift began. She licked the tape that was put over her mouth, loosening the adhesive. The tape peeled back, and she shook her head wildly until it fell to the floor. She huffed, taking a few deep breaths to calm herself before shifting the chair, getting a better look at the room. The only thing she saw was a metal lever, it had a sharp, metal edge. That might do the trick… She thought, scooting the chair back slowly, making her way to the lever. She tipped backwards, the chair tilted against the wall. She rubbed the rope up and down the lever, and finally the rope snapped in two. Casey tipped over in the chair, lever being pulled down in the process. The light above Casey's head shut off, along with a loud humming sound that carried throughout the building. Casey squinted her eyes in the dark, looking at the words above the lever. In the dark she could make out the words, "emergency power shut off". She frowned, standing up and feeling her way towards the door.
Casey pushed open the door. The whole restaurant was dark, the only light coming from the shafts of moonlight that found their way in through the windows. Her hands flew to her sides, a small sliver of her hoping that she would have her belt with her. She frowned, feeling nothing but her pants, and not her gun or flashlight. She looked to the show stage, seeing the three main characters in position. Casey remembered all that she had seen, and she approached the blue bunny with caution, looking at the clock, realizing she had thirty minutes before Jeremy's nightshift began. She stood face to face with Bonnie.
"Samuel?" she whispered quietly. No response. "Samuel? Please, it's me, your mother."
A whirring noise was heard, and Bonnie stirred, the animatronic twitching. His eyes opened, illuminated in the dark.
"Hello, M-m-m-miss Casey!" the rabbit said cheerily.
"Samuel, it's me, please, listen, are you in there somewhere?" The woman cried in a moment of desperation to have her son back.
"S-Samuel is m-my friend, M-m-mom—M-miss Casey." Bonnie's speech blipped for a moment, sounding almost like the son she loved so much.
"Samuel! Samuel, please are you in there? Please, let me know!" Casey trembled, trying to pull off Bonnie's metal chest, trying to find her son, but all she received was a pair of sore hands from trying to pry open the animatronic.
The blonde's lip quivered, tears running down her face.
"M-mom—Miss Casey, please s-s-stop crying." Bonnie spoke, the same child's voice ringing through.
"Did you just call me 'mom'?" She questioned, but the animatronic did not reply, the woman was shaking with anger and confusion, "Answer me, Samuel Knight!" The animatronic just blinked and looked at her.
Casey fell onto the animatronic, sobbing hysterically. The rabbit blinked twice, then stared out over the dining area and the prize corner, as if surveying the restaurant through new eyes. He didn't show a lick of emotion other than confusion. The animatronic was not programmed to deal with situations like this.
"Please… please, Samuel… can you hear me?" Casey pressed her ear against the rabbit's glossy casing, the metal cold against her head.
Bonnie looked down at her, smiling.
"It's me." The rabbit said, in Samuel's voice.
"W-what?" Casey looked up, a sad smile appearing on her face.
"I-It's me." The rabbit repeated, twitching slightly this time.
Suddenly, the animatronic began to twitch uncontrollably, along with the other animatronics. Casey backed up in horror, as a bell chimed somewhere, indicating it was now midnight.
Oh no, the light are out. I wonder what'll happen. [evil laughter] -Rose
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