Chapter 11: Ready For Freddy
Author's Note: Some language up ahead. Beware, and enjoy.
"Mike?! What are you doing? You can't go in there, it's too dangerous!" Mr. Fazbear yelled.
I nearly shattered the glass doors as I stormed in. The world was a slight shade of red, how that is possible, I have no idea. The animatronics stood on stage, just as they had before. But now they were starting to move, their metal joints becoming easier for them to maneuver.
"WHO THE HELL DID THIS!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.
The animatronics gave each other confused looks. I gave them a "get in my way and your dead" look. They stopped dead in their tracks, not daring to move an inch closer to the psychopath in front of them. Me.
Grabbing a chair, I hurdled it over in the direction of the show stage, just for emphasis. It just missed Freddy by an inch. Freddy stomped towards me, probably angry at the thought anyone would attempt to hurt him or his friends.
"I swear to God, take one more step and I will rip your head off." I mumbled, my hands clamping onto a chair.
This just angered Freddy more. Freddy's eyes grew black, with only a white dot in the middle. But I was anything but scared. He reeled his hand back, thinking he was going to punch me straight in the head and knock me out. I ducked as he swung and brought the chair crashing down on his head.
The bear stumbled back, not excepting this hit, but soon recovered and came in for another try.
The anger became overwhelming, and I punched Freddy right in the middle of his plastic animatronic stomach. My fist made an indentation at least three inches deep.
Freddy was now more than furious, as he swung his arms like crazy. One shot with his hand and I'd be out for sure.
I managed to pick up a smaller table and avoid Freddy's killer punches at the same time. My arms effortlessly smashed the animatronics head with the table. The brown bear collapsed on the ground.
I glared at the other animatronics, challenging them to fight me. They stood on the stage, too scared to move.
"Mike! Stop! You're gonna get hurt!" My boss yelled from the cracked doors of the pizzeria.
I quickly turned and saw my boss standing in the doorway, a look of concern in his facial features. When he saw me, his mouth gaped open.
"M-Mike... Your eyes..." He whispered.
"GO!" I yelled at him.
He didn't argue with this order and quickly left the doorway. Through the window, I saw Mr. Fazbear calling someone, probably the police.
I ran faster than I ever had before, outside and right behind Mr. Fazbear, silent as a ghost.
My boss put the phone to his ear. I quickly reached out to grab the phone. It easily slipped from Mr. Fazbear's grasp. He whirred around to face me. I showed him the phone, before tightening my clutch on it, making it disintegrate into dust.
"I wouldn't try to do that if I were you." I whispered, though my voice sounded different then before.
My boss stumbled backwards as his gaze fell on my face. In the reflection of his sunglasses, I saw what he was staring at. Instead of my normal eyes, they were replaced with blackness, except for a tiny white dot in the middle. But I didn't care. I needed revenge.
I took my boss's collar in my hand and picked him up like nothing. Pinning him against a wall, and murmured "Stay right here. Don't even try to move."
I let go of his shirt collar, and he collapsed on the ground, shaking with fear. Streaks of tears made arches down his face. Glaring at him one more time, I left to find the beast that killed that mother.
Author's Note: Who's the real beast, Mike? Making that poor old man cry... Haha. Anyway, thanks for all the support. The reviews, too, I love them! :) Have you played/seen Fnaf 3 yet? It broke my heart. All of the original animatronics weren't in it. Well, as main characters, kinda, at least. This story is going to continue on, like Fnaf 3 never came out, though. Thanks for reading
