Five Nights at Game Land

Part 8: Found out.

(Adam's POV)

*Hours later*

...

Well..this is the end...

I had my fill of ones saved by my hands , I'm proud of all that I accomplished here . I'm going to take off my helmet now , I'm going to get out of Game Land , I'm going to bury my son , and then...well...I will move on. Probably drift town to town , freeing a few people here and there...then...

BANG!

Brains everywhere. No more Adam , no more killer trapped in a cage bullshit...just a dead corpse with blown out brains and a smile on what's left of his face...yeah...sounds like a plan. I try to take off my helmet...and nothing happens...the hell? Who the hell is...

Frank: "ADAM YOU SON OF A MOTHER FUCKER! I TRUSTED YOU , STOOD UP FOR YOU , YOU PSYCHO! COME ON...FACE ME!"

Well...shit...kinda always knew this day would come...time for plan B. I grab my axe and hold it behind my back. I walk out to face Frank. "Hello Ad..." Before I can even finish , Frank pulls a pistol , M1911 if I am to guess , and he draws it right on me. "Fuck...you. You son of a bitch , all those guards , Rick and his daughter Lizz , and all the npcs , you did it , you killed them , you motherfucker , I stuck out my neck for you! I helped you get a job as a coder! And this is how you repay me!?" He screams.

"No...this is how I repay you." With one fatal swipe , I cut off the hand holding the gun. He screams and holds the stump , he hurriedly mumbles the regen code. "I don't think so Frank." I push him onto the ground. " I don't know who told you or how they hell they figured out what I was doing...doesn't matter now...you could've left things alone and everything would've been fine." I raise my axe. "Too late for that now Frank...it's time for the real monster to reveal himself to the world..."

I bury the axe deep inside his chest and I bring it down unto him again...and again...and again. Blood...bones...fingers...sinew...veins...I see it all in under two minutes. For something digital , the coders definitely made the game land human body very god damn realistic. I keep raising and lowering my axe until I make damn sure I killed him...sigh...by the time I'm done , both his hands are pretty much gone , his torso wide open , and his head at an angle , his brains leaking out. What was he thinking? Taking me on? Did he think that our "friendship" would protect him from my possible wrath? That was a gamble that cost him his life.

I mean I'm almost not to blame. He could've made out this night with his life. He could've easily quit for the day and let me go...no...he got in the way , tried my patience , instead of keeping up with those dame games he played...No matter , Frank you are now free. Now I would take my adieu , but I'm sure you have something in place to keep me in Game Land...I have to connect directly to the mother server through a staff terminal in order to escape this wretched excuse of a get away fantasy. Though...they will get in my way. Of course they will get in my way. The guards...the fazs...fuck...maybe even Doll and the lost kids...I can't let that happen...I ...I...

...

I need to set them all free...yes...I will set them all free...I will...

"Command code 6576...suit up staff member PG26969...code-name...Purple Nightmare."

I close my eyes as I hear the familiar sound of code rearranging itself. I feel it grasp close to my body and begin to take shape...This suit was made for killing , something I thought I would never haves to use...but...there's always a first time for everything." I open my eyes and look at myself ...let's see...Long claws , check , a small axe , check , second mouth ,check, and...my my own touch..." I push a single button near the eyes of the mask. My vision of everything is purple tinted , as the mask's eyes glow one of the most beautiful colors , purple. Perfect , this is so...

Toy Chica: Frank...are you okay?

Foxy: Did you subdue that binge rat yet mate?

Nightmare Bonnie: I hoped you showed that bully something he should be scared of!

Myself: ...

I walk out of my workshop to face the three. They gasp.

Foxy: What in the seven seas are you? Ye be Nightmare , save with a fine tint of purple?

Myself: ...Yes...something like that Foxy. And my name is Adam , you forgetful sack of waste.

Toy Chica: A...Adam...w...what did you do to Frank , you monster!?

Myself: Well...*I show off my bloody axe* This give you a hint you wretched glorified sex symbol?

Toy Chica looks at me angrily and pretends like I can't see her on the inside dying , her tears...hell I'm pretty sure she was only made as a some what "har , har , Chica has become a sex symbol , har , har." inside joke. It's so cute that she acts like I didn't hurt her with the truth... Foxy snarls and approaches me.

Foxy: Ye going to regret that hurtful comment , ye monster.

Myself: Oh? You're the one to talk about monsters. How many fan fics have spawned where you take the stage as a killer , someone who brutally murders guards?

Foxy: That be written scripture , this be reality ...in a way of speaking...

Myself: What? I'm just implying those murders occurred in Fan Fics...meaning they aren't real...just like my own killings.

Foxy: They be real , ye insane monster!

Myself: No. I only "kill" to set people free. Reality...both Game Land and the true reality...life here...is nothing but hurt. We feel hate, jealously , pain , loss , lust , and guilt. The only true freedom is death , where you soul may move on to a better plain of existence...*I can't help myself...I give a faint smile.* It's not murder Foxy...it's pure bliss in true freedom.

Foxy: YE DEMENTED ...

Foxy can't even finish his sentence. Something I said made him snap. He lunges towards , mouth agap. I smile and simply plant my axe in his face in midair. He crashed into the ground with a thud. I take out the axe , now coated in oil and blood.

Nightmare Bonnie and Toy Chica gasp and slowly back up. I walk towards axe in hand and I raise it. I can hear them scream.

Myself: You can't escape me.

I bring down the axe as hard as I can.

(?'S POV)

I walk through the halls , to Adam's workshop , to help the ones lost to Adam's rampage who were souls still reside in the area. "So...I was able to move due to how I died?" I hear Logan ask me as we walk. "Yes and you even have some powers due to your tragic death at the hands of your father figure." I say to him.

"Then how did you die?"

I stop in my tracks. "Why do you ask that?" Memories flood back...the pain...the screaming...and the bite...no. I push them away. Focus on the one who caused it...the one who took Kate away...Adam. "I mean you seem very powerful and well...that must mean you died very tragically..." He says as a matter of fact. "I did die...that's all you need to know, now please...ask no more." I say. Luckily Logan ceases to ask about my past...good. I can't help but rub my arms , the resulting error and beep sounds fill my ears. I sigh. My once golden skin , now made of mangled pixels , a staticy glitch of a body , a error , a mistake.

All...thanks...to...HIM...Adam.

"Um...hey...I never got you name." Logan says to me.

I simply look back and say four words.

"My name is Missingno"

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End of part 8.