Freddy Fazbearland

Chapter 11: Truth

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Mike heard the screams echo through the cold, dead night. He lifted his tear streaked face toward the sound. It sounded like Gwen and Mary. They were in trouble! Shaking, he slowly got to his feet. He clutched his left arm as he staggered along the cobblestone street towards the screams. He stopped and lurched forward, throwing up. When he was done, he wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve, then he slowly straightened up and continued walking.

Gwen and Mary's screams diminished, causing Mike to walk faster. "M-Mary?" his voice choked out. Silence. The yellow lights flickered above him as he staggered and dragged his way there. His heart aching in pain. Worrying that his friends were dead. The ice cold night chilling him to the bone; with his heavy breaths coming out in swirls of grey... As if his very own soul was trying to escape his body; so it wouldn't have to endure the suffering and pain he was going through.

He followed the moonlit painted pathway to the section where the benches and stages were. Once he rounded the corner. His eyes instantly went to the big stage. The stage was black, and empty. Filled with shadows, but no animatronics. He came closer, passing the dark green pines and their sharp pine needles.

Once he saw the backs of Gwen and Mary, he felt the relief wash over him, but only for a split second. From the purple, silver star curtains, he saw the pirate fox himself. His orange colored torso ripped and shredded, revealing his metal devises and gears. The dull, amber orange fox's fur was matted, but wasn't as bad as the other animatronics, for his isolated cove protected him from the weather. Foxy's mouth hung open as if he were smiling. His sharp, worn teeth were faded to yellow.

Mike stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of Foxy. His breaths were short and quick with exhaustion and fear. Mary heard his breaths and turned her head, while Gwen continued staring at Foxy. "Mike!" she cried out in a small high pitch squeak. Mike forced his legs to move forward to the girls. His eyes stayed glued on Foxy, not blinking.

Foxy stayed in his cove. His eyes focused on them. They seemed to glow in the silver moonlight. Cold and trapped in orbs of white. Gwen trembled as she stared at him as well. She clutched Mary's arm tightly. Mary turned back to stare at Foxy, then back at Mike. "A-are you all right?" she asked, noticing his pale face and how he was clutching his arm. Mike didn't answer. Of course he wasn't allright! He was living his worst nightmare! The whole park was infested with murdering, bloodthirsty animatronics!

Mike stared at Foxy.

Foxy stared at them.

Suddenly, the fox moved, causing the kids to jolt in fear. "H-he moved!" Gwen blurted out. Mary grabbed Mike's arm, but Mike didn't notice. He was too scared to notice. Foxy cocked his head to the side in the shadows as he began to straighten up a bit and move his arms out in jerky movements. Sparks flew out of his neck and broken lower jaw as he began to speak.

"Ahoy M-m-maties!" Foxy said to them in a pirate like voice with a Scottish accent. Gwen and Mary took a couple steps back to where Mike was. Foxy moved where he stood. His sharp, metal hook flashing in the moonlight with a fine layer of red rust...or blood. "Welcome-welcome! to Pirate's Cove! I b-b-b-be Fox-Foxy! The Pirate...The Pirare Fox!" he continued.

The kids froze in terror as the fox spoke. Not sure whether to run or stay still. Foxy's broken jaw swayed gently, not moving with the words the fox was saying, making it look like someone else was saying it and not him. The hook was what terrified them the most. It wasn't just a silver, crescent shaped piece of plastic. It was made of real metal. It looked like it had been sharpened a few times by something.

Suddenly, Foxy stopped saying his old, pirate speal he used to say to little kids what seemed to be ages ago and lowered his arms. His eyes changed from normal to black, giving him a sinister appearance. Foxy's pale, ghost like irises glowed from their dark sockets. They seemed to hover inside them like two moons on an invisible thread, surrounded by pools of pitch black nothingness.

Instantly his voice had changed, and was more like a whisper. "No escape...Mike Schmidt," he said. Mike's heart skipped a beat. Foxy leaned out from the shadows, revealing his sharp teeth. "No escape...f-from the man...in purple..." Then Foxy screamed a high pitch scream and lunged toward them. Mike, Mary and Gwen screamed and quickly ran.

The three ran blindly down the cobblestone streets. Legs pumping, arms flailing, they ran. Foxy close behind them with inhuman speed. Mike could sense Foxy's hook, slashing the air close to his neck. He ran faster. As he ran, he saw a flash of gold, and two black pools. The gold Freddy sat hunched on one of the benches in the park. Mike didn't realize it at first. He turned his head again to make sure he wasn't seeing things; but when he did, the bear was gone.

Gwen and Mary screamed loudly in high pitched screams as they ran. Gwen's purple, tattered dress rustled against her running legs, but no one could hear it over their own screams and the blood rushing like waterfalls in their ears.

The street began to curve toward Bonnie's realm. The kids followed along it while Foxy chased them with his metal hand and metal hook reaching our for their flesh. They could feel their fate closing upon them. They were close to death, they could almost taste it. They could almost feel Foxy's hook carving into their skin-

Suddenly the teens heard another high pitch scream and the sound of metal crashing. The three turned their heads, then slowed to a stop. Their eyes widened in horror at what they saw. There in the middle of the road, stood Jack. He leaned over Foxy's fallen body. Foxy laid crumpled to the ground like a pile of dirty laundry. Sparks flew out of Foxy's gapping mouth and neck. On the side of Foxy's face, was a crushed indentation of where Jack hit him with a metal rod he found. Jack's chest rose and fell as he clutched the metal rod in his hands. Mike, Gwen and Mary gawked at Jack in shock. He actually hit Foxy!

Finally, Gwen broke the silence that floated between the four of them. "Jack!" she cried as she came sprinting to him and wrapped her arms around him. Jack hugged Gwen tightly with his one free arm as she cried into his shirt. Her dress had bits of pine needles stuck to it. Her knee high black boots were caked with mud. Jack held her tightly and pressed his head against hers.

Mary and Mike forced themselves to walk and moved forward to Jack and Gwen. They stopped when they saw more sparks fly out of Foxy's head. "Is...is he?" Mary's voice quivered as she kept her hands close to her mouth. Jack looked back down at Foxy and began to scoot himself and Gwen away. "I don't know...but I don't want to find out," he said between heavy breaths.

The four shaking teens stood in the middle of the road next to the fallen, seven foot animatronic. No one said anything as they breathed uneven breaths, trying to recollect themselves from the recent terrifying experiences and horrific events that occurred in the last hour. It was all too much for any of them to handle. No one could get over something as being nearly brutally massacred by a seven foot animatronic and be able to sleep soundly the next night.

"We need to get out of here-" Jack started. Just then, a creepy, but familiar laugh was heard. The teens' bodies all tensed up. They slowly turned their heads and saw the Balloon Boy. He stood ten feet away near a couple bushes and a small pine tree fenced in a circular grassy area. His wide, plastic grin shined in the moonlight, as well as his huge, glowing white eyes that stared at all four of them. "Hi..." his voice echoed.

Jack's throat tightened up. Gwen, Mary and Mike stared at the Balloon Boy in horror. This was their first time seeing the Balloon Boy out of his usual spot. "Oh my God...wh-what...?" started Mary, but was too terrified to finish her sentence.

Mike broke his gaze from the chubby, round Balloon Boy and turned his head to Bonnie's Bumper Cars. The enclosure was dark and uninhabited. The purple awning above supported the place, and held the motionless electric powered round cars in their little pen. "Let's head to the Bumper cars," Mike said. The three nodded their heads once, but continued staring at the Balloon Boy.

Their feet moved slowly. Then, the teens broke their frozen gaze from the Balloon Boy and sprinted toward Bonnie's Bumper Cars. Mike took one last look at Balloon Boy before turning and sprinting after his friends.

-Balloon Boy watched them as they ran down the street toward Bonnie's Bumper Cars. Then his huge, wide eyes turned back to the motionless Foxy on the ground.

Sparks flew out of Foxy's neck as he twitched and jolted uncontrollably. Suddenly in a blink of an eye, the Marionette appeared before Foxy's body. It stared at him for a minute, before placing its long, spindly arms outward, over Foxy. Suddenly, Foxy's head lifted up, then his torso. Foxy's body lifted as if they were connected to invisible strings. The marionette lifted its striped arms upward as the pirate fox's body did. Then, when Foxy was on his feet, his eyes opened, glowing brightly.

The Marionette lowered its arms slowly when Foxy was standing all by himself and stared up at him, then turned to Balloon Boy who stared back at him. Balloon Boy laughed, and in a blink of an eye, was gone. The Marionette turned back to Foxy, who stared back down at the black clad puppet. Part of the side of his face crushed inward, making his face uneven and distorted. His fake fur was tattered, revealing bits of shiny, silver metal underneath.

With that, the Marionette was gone, leaving the pirate Fox alone on the street. Foxy turned his head, causing his neck to make a strange, metallic whirring noise. His head stopped. His emotionless, cold gaze focused on Bonnie's Bumper cars...

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The teens' running footsteps began to echo as they entered into the dark bumper cars area. They ran around the huge area that held the dark bumper cars. The cars' silhouettes were seen from the shafts of moonlight that stayed outside the place. Mike could remember what the bumper cars looked like when he first went on them.

They all were the faces of Bonnie. Most of them were purple, and a couple of them were blue from the shiny, toy like one. Originally there were "newer" versions of the animatronics, but unfortunately were taken away when the park began to lose money. Then the park had to go back to the old versions of the animatronics. Now it was just the four originals, Balloon Boy... and the Marionette.

Mike shivered at the thought of the Marionette. It didn't seem to fit with the characters and the realms at all. It seemed very much out of place. He didn't like how it stared at him when he and his friends first encountered it. He wondered where it was now...Hopefully not waiting for them in the Bumper Cars area. The four ran till they were on the other side of the enclosed area.

Jack, Mary, Gwen and Mike hid deep in the heart of Bonnie's bumper cars, in the farthest corner. They all sat down to rest on the cold, tiled floors. Their breaths were uneven and heavy. Sweat ran down the boys' faces and soaked their shirts as they tried calming down, but couldn't. The four teens' breaths were low. All four of their hearts were beating fast, almost at the exact same time.

The four didn't say anything as they stayed huddled in the darkness. Scared. Traumatized. Horrified.

Finally, Mary broke the eerie silence.

"H-how did Foxy know your name?" Mary asked Mike in a whisper. The four teens exchanged glances. No one could see each other's face's properly, but inside the place, it had a little bit of light that helped them see each other. Mike felt his insides tense up when the three of his friends turned to look at him. "Yeah...I remember Foxy...he said your name...right?" Gwen asked, also in a whisper.

Mike took a long, shaky breath and exhaled. Then he slowly nodded his head. "Yes...he did...Foxy...said my name." The three waited impatiently for Mike to explain. "Why?" Jack asked. "Do you know something we don't?" he asked.

Mike hesitated. "I...I don't know how or why Foxy knew my name...but I do know one thing...and I didn't want to tell you guys because..." Mike felt his throat tightening as he tried forcing the words out. "I didn't want you guys to think I was afraid of a little kid park." The three exchanged glances before looking back at Mike's silhouette in the darkness.

"We would never make fun of you, Mike," Gwen said. Mary nodded. "Yeah, you are our friend," she said. Jack placed his hand on Mike's shoulder. "You know you can trust us with anything..." he added. Mike stared at all three of them. They stared back in the dim lighting of the ride. They all cared for him. They were all in on this now. They were all trapped in the same nightmare he had been living for the past eight years. They needed to know what happened to him when he just turned six years old.

Finally, Mike took another deep breath and exhaled, then told them the truth. He told them the whole story of when he first went to Freddy Fazbearland when he was six for his birthday, encountering the guy in the yellow Freddy costume, and having the horrible nightmares that threw him into insanity for the last couple years. Gwen, Mary and Jack's eyes widened in horror, but stayed quiet till Mike was done.

Mike could feel the tears coming back and the overwhelming fear taking over his body again. Mary noticed and quickly embraced him in a hug. "Its ok...it's ok," she comforted him. Mike hugged her back tightly, burying his face into her shoulder. After a couple minutes, he moved away from her and looked down at the ground.

"...I couldn't tell you guys this...because... because even mentioning it...it makes me remember looking into the cold dark eyes of the yellow Freddy...asking me to follow him..." Mike told then as he lifted his hand up to his cheek when he felt something touch it. Once he took it away, he realized that he was crying. Mike turned away from his friend to wipe the tears away. His friends didn't move or say anything. When Mike was done, he turned back and waited for them to say something. Jack finally snapped out of his state of shock and spoke.

"I'm sorry...I cant believe...you almost became a victim to the murderer..." Jack said. Mike sighed. "It's fine." he said, but came out quivering and in a whisper. Jack shook his head. "No. The newspaper could have said six children went missing," he pointed out. Mike lowered his head. He was glad he was already sitting down because if he were standing, he would have lost the ability to stand.

"We are all very sorry...you could have told us..." Gwen said. Mike nodded, but knew even if he did, they would not have known then. The four were quiet for a minute, then Jack spoke again. "I remember seeing that on the news when it happened...when the six children went missing," Jack said. Mike, Mary and Gwen turned their head to him. Jack continued. "The police told the news reporters how multiple kids began to go missing...so they decided to investigate the park..." he said.

"Turns out, there was a man who worked here...and they found him in one of the storage rooms with the yellow Freddy suit." Jack turned his head to Mike. "That man was captured and taken into custody," Jack told Mike. Mike stared at his friend. "What?" he asked. Jack nodded. "When they found out the man was dressing up as Freddy and taking the kids, they captured him and took him away..." Mike stared at Jack.

"But...what about the missing children? did they find them?" asked Gwen. The kids were quiet as they sat in the darkness. Jack was quiet for a second, then they saw him shake his head. "...No one could find the missing children he kidnapped...the police couldn't find any traces of the kids..." Jack said. Silence filled the air once again. Mike started to feel ill again. He could feel the bile rising in his throat, but he pushed it back down.

"But...that doesn't make any sense..." He finally said. Jack stared at Mike. "What do you mean?" Mike told Jack when he went into Bonnie's arcade and when the phone rang and the man who tried killing him eight years ago was back. "If he was captured...then how was he calling me?" Mike asked. Jack was quiet. Mike's breathing quickened. "He had to have escaped. I think he's still here! He's calling me. he wants to kill me! I was his next target, but he wasn't able to because he got captured! He remembers me! He remembers who I was and still wants to-" "Calm down Mike!" hissed Gwen angrily.

Mike curled his legs up to his chest. He buried his face into his hands and shook his head. "No escape, no escape," he said in a muffled voice in his hands. Jack exchanged glances with Gwen, then turned back to Mike. "Mike...it's ok. We wont let that guy kill you," he said, trying to comfort his best friend. Mike didn't uncurl from his little ball as he stayed there.

Jack continued. "...If he's in the park...we can find him-"

Suddenly, a phone rang through the darkness, startling the kids. Mary's scream echoed through the huge room. Gwen placed her hand over her mouth, silencing her. Mary's scream became muffled, then stopped. Gwen removed her shaky hand from her mouth when she went quiet. Their hearts raced as they watched the blinking red light flicker a couple feet from them.

"Sh-should we answer it?" Mary asked in a trembling voice.

Mike shook his head, but no one noticed. Jack got up, making everyone else get up as well. They stared at the blinking light a couple feet from them, indicating the phone was there. It rang loudly in the darkness. "Go answer it! Hurry! then the animatronics will know we are here!" Gwen said quickly. Jack gave Mike the metal pipe to him and quickly ran to the phone. Mike, Mary and Gwen followed close behind.

Jack lifted the phone from the receiver and held it out so the others could hear. "H-Hello?" he asked nervously.

"Hello little kiddies. How are you all doing tonight? Enjoying your time here at Freddy Fazbearland? A bit past your bedtime isn't it?" a cold voice asked in an amused tone, chuckling. Jack's face went pale, but was tinted red from the lught on the top of the phone holder. "Wh-who are you?" he asked.

The man on the phone chuckled again. "None of your concern, Jack...unless you want to test me...I suggest you stay away and let me do my job." Jack's heart skipped a beat when the man said his name, nearly dropping the phone. "Why are you doing this? are you controlling the animatronics so they can kill us?" he asked. The man was quiet for a moment, then answered. "They are just another challenge...makes my job easier I guess you could say," he laughed, sending cold chills down each teens' spine.

"I must say, it is very amusing to watch you kids run away from those animatronics. I like watching a good chase thea watching the killers stalk their prey. It is the "amuse" in amusement park," the man laughed at his own joke, causing static to crackle in the phone. Once it settled, the guy on the phone settled down.

"What do you want?" Jack asked, anger covering his fear. The phone guy snickered. "My, kids are becoming very impatient these days. Never was like this back then..." the phone guy said. Then he spoke again. "Well, I just wanted to call and see how you four kiddies were doing...right now. Doing pretty well I must say...better then most who have seen Freddy and the gang...though they had no choice." He chuckled again. "Well, we'll see who will be the last one not stuffed in a suit. Goodnight, kiddies," then the man hung up the phone and the dial tone buzzed.

No one spoke. he small droned buzzing filled their ears. Jack finally placed the phone back onto its holder and lowered his arm. He seemed to be deep in thought. His thoughts lost. His eyes and mind seemed far away from his friends.

Mike looked back up and noticed Jack thinking. "Wh-what?" he asked. Jack snapped out of his thoughts and looked at Mike. Then he looked at the girls, who were also looking at him. Jack adverted his eyes from them and looked down at the ground. "When we first met Bonnie and separated... I found a phone box. I tried calling my mom, to come and take us away from here... The phone was inoperable so I hung up... But then the phone rang and I answered it...it was that phone guy...from the recordings..." Jack looked back up at Mike in the darkness.

"The man who called us...sounded just like him..." he said. The three teens were quiet as they stared at Jack. Then Jack spoke again. Do you think...that guy who keeps calling you is the phone guy from Ethan's recorded messages? If so...do you think he worked here in the park? Maybe that's how he was able to get the suit...to lure the missing kids..." he said. The idea made each teen tremble in fear.

Suddenly, the phone rang again, causing the kids to jump again. Jack answered it again. "Hello?" he asked.

"Oh, and one more thing...run," the phone guy said.

The kids turned their heads. The teens nearly jumped out of their skins when they saw Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy all standing in the middle of the bumper cars rink. Their silhouettes stuck out from the bumper cars' silhouettes. All four standing in a line.

The phone dropped out of Jack's hand, and dangled on the end of the cord. The man's laugh came out from the phone as it swayed back and forth. A creepy, girl's laugh echoed through the building. Mike turned his head to the right and there in the corner, where the teens once sat, the yellow Freddy suit stared at him. The red light from the phone helped outline his silhouette, giving him a creepy, evil appearance.

The four animatronics in the bumper cars rink moaned their raspy, horrific moans; the sounds bouncing off the cracked, purple painted walls. Two sets of white dots glowed from each animatronic; locked on the four kids.

"Follow me!" shouted Jack as he ran around the sectioned area of the bumper cars toward the exit on the other side. The teens followed after him. Their eyes on the four animatronics amongst the cluster of bumper cars. Mike turned his head to the corner where he saw the yellow Freddy. Once his eyes landed on the corner, the yellow Freddy was gone. There was no trace of him...as if he never existed.

The four ran out of Bonnie's Bumper Cars and out into the open. They followed Jack down the streets toward the clocktower. The clocktower chimed two o' clock in its eerie tune as the smaller animatronics danced around the huge, looming Marionette before going back into their home.

"Ethan is still in his office." Jack said over his shoulder as he continued running. "I told him about how we all decided to stay here...he wasn't happy about it...but he knows about the animatronics and we are going to figure out how to get us all out of here," Jack said. The four ran up the smaller pathway and into the small vent that led into Ethan's office. Jack slowed to a stop when he saw that the door was wide open. Inside they could see the naked light bulb above in the office, flickering.

"Oh no," Jack said. Concern was heard in his voice. He gained speed. Mike, Mary and Gwen followed. Once they got to the doorway of the office, they screamed in terror at the sight. Instead of seeing Ethan's red hair, they saw red everywhere. All over the office were the remains of what once was called Ethan Robert Harken. Squished organs that looked like deflated balloons were seen all over the swivel chair, the floor and parts of the table. Tattered bits of dark blue material of what was a security guard uniform were scattered here and there, stuck in fresh, dark blood; flapping in the winds being made by the metal fan. Gwen turned away, and Mary cried in Mike's shoulder.

"Ethan..." Jack forced out of his mouth as tears ran down his face. His legs wobbled, but no one thought of keeping him up as he fell to his knees, into the pool of spattered blood on the checkered tile floor. He lowered his head and cried. His shoulders shaking as he cried into his lap. Gwen hugged him tightly as tears came down her face as well.

Mary turned to Mike and cried into his shoulder. Mike felt sick and closed his eyes, trying to get the traumatizing, holocaust out of his mind. But it was still there. Printed into his mind like a tattoo with eternal ink. Ethan was dead. Brutally, inhumanely massacred.

The rest of the place looked like a mess as well. It looked like Ethan struggled to stay alive while whichever animatronic decided to kill him. The black and grey newspaper clippings looked like they were torn and shredded off by human nails. A couple human bloody handprints were seen on the walls as well. Pictures had fallen and laid with cracked glass surfaces. A couple items had fallen off the table, as well as the papers and was covered in blood.

Mike shifted from where he stood. As he did, he heard the sound of glass crunching under his right foot. He looked down and realized he had stepped on a picture in a wooden frame. Mike stared down at it for a moment. Staring at the photograph trapped behind the glass, with a couple long thin cracks stretching out from under his sneaker.

Mary removed her head from his shoulder when Mike bent down and picked it up with trembling hands. He nearly dropped it when he saw little bits of Ethan's blood on the corner, but contained himself from throwing up. He stared down at the photograph of a man in the picture. He was seen shaking hands with the Freddy Fazbear animatronic, but that wasn't the reason why he picked up the picture.

The man was wearing a purple buttoned up shirt.

"The man in purple..." Mary said, staring down at the picture as well.

Jack and Gwen looked up from where they were. Gwen helped Jack up and they both walked up to Mike and Mary and peered over their shoulders. The yellow tinted light flickered over their heads as the fan continued to circulate the air in the stuffy, hot room. Mike knew Mary and Gwen were thinking the same thing. The moment when Foxy said his name, and warned them about a man in purple.

"No escape...f-from the man...in purple..."

"D-do you think he's the guy? The guy Foxy warned us about...? Do you think he's the same guy who dressed up as the yellow Freddy?" Gwen asked. Before anyone could answer, they heard a loud rumbling noise. It sounded like metallic thunder, emanating from inside the vent. Jack, Gwen, Mary and Mike all turned their heads to the vent. Jack turned the light on that illuminated the vent.

Frozen in mid crawl, on his hands and knees, was Bonnie. Right behind him, the teens could see Chica as well. Gwen and Mary screamed. "Close the door! Close the door!" they shouted. Jack turned off the light and tried pushing the button to close the door. The door wouldn't close. Instead it made a series of loud clicking noises.

"Close the door!" Gwen and Mary screamed at the same time again.

"I can't!" Jack screamed back as he pushed it multiple times.

The sound of metallic thunder drummed loudly inside the vent. The sound echoing loudly in their ears as they all began to panic. The girls screamed as Jack turned the light on again. The purple bunny and the yellow chicken were closer. "Shit! Close the door, Jack!" Gwen screamed. "I can't! Do you think I haven't already tried?!" he shouted back at her and pounded the button to the door with his fist multiple times. The door made more little clicking sounds, not wanting to close. Bonnie and Chica moaned their creepy moans that sounded like they were at the brink of dying; their mouths hanging open as they stood frozen against the blinding light that shined in their faces.

Jack turned off the light again and pressed the button to the door with both hands. The rumbling sounds became louder as the animatronics began moving through the vent once again in the pitch darkness. The girls and the boys screamed when they saw Bonnie and Chica's faces appear in the doorway. Finally the metal door came down and slammed shut. Bonnie and Chica's bodies slammed against the heavy metal door. Their raspy moans could be heard on the other side of the door as they pounded their fists against it.

Mary gripped Mike's arm tightly, while Gwen gripped Jack's waist. All four of the teens stared wide eyed in horror, breathing heavily at yet another near death experience. Now they were stuck in a small office room, with killer animatronics waiting outside the door...

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