Five Nights at Freddy's: Game Over Chapter 13: Left For Years, a five nights at freddy´s fanfic

Gotta say, nobody else figured it out, except for one person (Mitsuki Shigamatsu) about what I had been foreshadowing for the past chapters. I won't offer any explanations, but you can ask me questions via REVIEW and post your suggestions and theories. I'll answer them.

I hope this chapter will help people to figure out what I've been foreshadowing for the PAST 11 CHAPTERS. I probably did a too good job with that...

Questions

BB?: No, that wasn't Balloon Boy. Actually, this chapter reveals what it was.

And yes, I know OLHS was a lot better, but hey, you're just starting to get familiar with this story. Give it some time till you judge it. There'll be after all like 83 chapters. (I guess.) :p

Song is Open Up by Muse of Discord.

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Night 12: Left for Years

For years, we rotted in these shells, our souls never ascending

Our fragile bones had fused with steel and wires, never ending

The others have long since forgot their roots in mortality

I still hold tight what's left of what was once my reality

xXxXx

Hello, hello? Uh, I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night. Um, I actually worked in that office before you. I'm finishing up my last week now, as a matter of fact. So, I know it can be a bit overwhelming, but I'm here to tell you there's nothing to worry about. Uh, you'll do fine. So, let's just focus on getting you through your first week. Okay?

Uh, let's see, first there's an introductory greeting from the company that I'm supposed to read. Uh, it's kind of a legal thing, you know. Um, "Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. A magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life. Fazbear Entertainment is not responsible for damage to property or person. Upon discovering that damage or death has occurred, a missing person report will be filed within 90 days, or as soon property and premises have been thoroughly cleaned and bleached, and the carpets have been replaced."

Blah blah blah, now that might sound bad, I know, but there's really nothing to worry about. Uh, the animatronic characters here do get a bit quirky at night, but do I blame them? No. If I were forced to sing those same stupid songs for twenty years and I never got a bath? I'd probably be a bit irritable at night too. So, remember, these characters hold a special place in the hearts of children and we need to show them a little respect, right? Okay.

So, just be aware, the characters do tend to wander a bit. Uh, they're left in some kind of free roaming mode at night. Uh...Something about their servos locking up if they get turned off for too long. Uh, they used to be allowed to walk around during the day too. But then there was The Bite of '87. Yeah. I-It's amazing that the human body can live without the frontal lobe, you know?

Uh, now concerning your safety, the only real risk to you as a night watchman here, if any, is the fact that these characters, uh, if they happen to see you after hours probably won't recognize you as a person. They'll p-most likely see you as a metal endoskeleton without its costume on. Now since that's against the rules here at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, they'll probably try to...forcefully stuff you inside a Freddy Fazbear suit. Um, now, that wouldn't be so bad if the suits themselves weren't filled with crossbeams, wires, and animatronic devices, especially around the facial area. So, you could imagine how having your head forcefully pressed inside one of those could cause a bit of discomfort...and death. Uh, the only parts of you that would likely see the light of day again would be your eyeballs and teeth when they pop out the front of the mask, heh.

Y-Yeah, they don't tell you these things when you sign up. But hey, first day should be a breeze. I'll chat with you tomorrow. Uh, check those cameras, and remember to close the doors only if absolutely necessary. Gotta conserve power. Alright, good night.

xXx

Kyra stopped the recording. She stared at the recorder, Phone Guy's words repeating in her head. Plushtrap meanwhile knocked down the Freddy Plushie which was on her bed and stared at her. The girl was too lost in her own thoughts to notice that.

"Okay... so, this Phone Guy left us some interesting hints." Kyra said, looking a bit disappointed. „But not exactly what I hoped for."

Plushtrap looked at her and shrugged. She re-played the tape.

„First of all, it would be a good idea to figure out when this thing was recorded." Kyra said. „It had to be some time between the 80s and 90s, as the pizzeria closed in 1993. He mentioned The Bite of '87 earlier, which means this is from after The Bite happened. If anything, it could even be from the last year the pizza had been open before it closed."

Plushtrap looked at her as she walked up-down the room, talking to both him and herself.

„He had to be a Night Guard and like he said, he was finish his last week and was teaching the newbie about what's going on." Kyra said, hitting accidentally the Freddy plushie with her foot. She picked it up, much to Plushtrap's annoyance. „And it seems like he was pretty indifferent towards what's going on during the night. Though, not indifferent enough, else he'd just go like screw this job and the newbie, give me the money, I'm outta here."

While talking, she waved with the Freddy Plushie, making gestures in attempt to get her point across. Plushtrap didn't like the way she interacted with the Freddy Plushie. He felt like she was ignoring him.

„He had been trying to calm the newbie down. He did care." Kyra whispered, and resumed the tape.

„Okay, according to this one, Fazbear's Entertainment are morons." Kyra concluded. Plushtrap chuckled, but his expression turned to a serious one once Kyra crossed her arms (hugging the Freddy Plushie) and looked at him. „A magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life. Thinking of the Animatronics, they exaggarated it with the come to life part. I guess the Night Guard was under a contract and didn't know about the deal, like if he'd die, they'd hide the body and clean the place up."

Kyra placed (much to Plushtrap's relief) the Freddy Plushie on the table and held her chin with one hand, placing the other beneath it.

„Although, according to the newspaper add, there was a clear warning that people would face serious injuries and maiming. So either the management didn't tell them until it was done, or they did tell the Night Guards, but they ignored it." Kyra said. „It's not like anybody would expect a giant animal robot start hunting your ass down."

Plushtrap chuckled when hearing the sarcasm in Kyra's tone.

„Of course there's nothing to worry about." Kyra said in a sarcastically cheerful tone, with Plushtrap laughing his ass off. „They're just cranky and irritated and would gladly shove you into a suit."

Kyra then sat down and scribbled something on a paper. Plushtrap stepped next to her, trying to see what she wrote.

1993 minus 20+ years equals 1973 (latest).

„Okay, so now we know they've been around, at least Freddy, Chica, Bonnie and Foxy from 1973 onwards." Kyra said. „Sheesh, that's some advanced technology. Of course, that doesn't necessarily apply to them. It could apply to any Animatronic. It's not like this Phone Guy was specific. And there's also the question just how much of this is true."

Plushtrap nodded in agreement.

„Also, he says they never got a bath for like 20 years. And what about the above mentioned declaration? That the company would clean and bleach out the suits and the place if somebody goes missing? It doesn't make sense. Of course, assuming the 'bots were smart enough and stuff their victims into a non-working suit."

Plushtrap looked confused and just shrugged. Kyra replayed a part.

So, remember, these characters hold a special place in the hearts of children and we need to show them a little respect, right? Okay.

„These characters will live on. In the hearts of children, they will live on." Kyra quoted the part she read in the newspaper article. „Damn sure they did. And if you ask me, I'll treat them the way they treat me."

She paused.

„I can't believe what I just said."

Plushtrap now looked worried. Kyra just sighed and continued.

„Okay, they're left in a free roaming mode at night." Kyra rose an eye-brow. „They're still in free roaming mode."

Plushtrap stared at her and Kyra looked back.

„The night I came there first, Freddy was like roaming around. However, when I and you went there during the day, none of them were working. Except for Springtrap, but he's a different case." Kyra said and focused on the message. „They used to walk around during the day, but after The Bite of '87, that was scrapped. So, did they do something while interacting with people that caused The Bite?"

Plushtrap shrugged.

„Okay, so he also says that the victim did, well, his body at least, live. Dunno if it's for a while or if he was fully consicious or in coma. He could be dead for all what I know." Kyra said. „All I know is that the victim had got her or his frontal lobe either bitten off or crushed and managed to somehow survive for a while, be it in coma or consicious state. Also, the Animatronics were involved. Question is: how did it happen and who was the culprit? Was it an accident with the 'bots going berserk or somebody not watching where he or she was going?"

„This is their modus operandi." Kyra placed Plushtrap in her lap, staring at the recorder. The latter enjoyed it, glaring at the Freddy Plushie which stood innocently on the table.

Plushtrap didn't like the Freddy Plushie. Nor the other Plushies.

„They have some sort of recognition system. Probably something a lá Iron Man if anything." Kyra giggled, remembering the movie where the computer program JARVIS would analyze everything. Plushtrap looked at her confused and she patted his head. „We'll watch the movie sometime, so you'll get it."

Plushtrap just stared back and then shrugged and enjoyed the petting.

„So, which must mean their progamming was so badly damaged they mistake a human for an endoskeleton and since endoskeletons MUST be in suits, they stuff the human into a suit, with only the eyes and the teeth seeing the light of the day." Kyra shuddered.

There were two things on her mind:

First: how did Phone Guy know this stuff?

Of course, the answer would be he was around when that started to happen, which must mean he was sorta like a veteran Night Guard and probably saw everything possible. Would explain his nonchalant attitude.

Second: the part with the eyes.

Kyra shuddered remembered Springtrap's cold gaze. His eyes looked nothing like the ones of an Animatronic. They were... human-like. Given there was a corpse inside him, there was little guess why they were like that.

„Okay, so, we now know the management DOESN'T tell the employees they'd be killed in a brutal fashion if they sign up." Kyra said, her tone sounding a little too cold.

She then stood up, putting Plushtrap on the bed. The latter was disappointed that he had to sit on the bed again. But at least, she crouched down, at his height, while fiddling with the tape and recorder.

„Okay, that's it. Now, the only other thing I need to figure out is how the murders and the spring-suits fit in." Kyra added. „I know the spring-suits were actually used, despite being dangerous. They probably didn't have any real costumes or just were too cheap or too dumb to use normal costumes instead of dangerous spring-suits. Next..."

She put the tape in a small box with her notes. She took a deep breath.

„We know The Murderer used a costume..."

Then it hit her. Her eyes widened. She slowly turned to Plushtrap who wondered what the heck was going on.

„What if he used the spring-suits?"

Now Plushtrap looked as much disturbed as Kyra did.

Kyra was currently lost in her thoughts, grabbing the Freddy Plushie and unknowingly squeezing it. She had no idea how many spring-suits were made and for all she knew, Springtrap could be the only one.

So... does this mean The Murderer used the Springtrap suit to carry out the murders?

„I don't wanna think about it!" Kyra suddenly said, shutting her eyes and squeezing the Freddy Plushie. Plushtrap was also worried. She felt chills crawling down her spine.

For Heaven's sake, she was in that pizzeria, alone, with the suit which The Murderer probably wore during the killings.

And that corpse...

Kyra doubted she wants to know what really happened and whose body was inside the suit.

xXx

It was close to 12 AM. Soon, the Animatronics, which have been left to root for years, would start to walk around. Springtrap had been roaming around for a while, noticing the workers patched the Toy Animatronics up and moved Mangle and Puppet to the room where the Toys have been. Now they'd probably roam too.

„Yay..." Springtrap muttered in a completely deadpan voice.

There were no new Night Guards, so for the roaming Animatronics, there was nothing to do, except for walking around like idiots. Springtrap considered himself the biggest for actually being part of that whole thing.

Walking around, he wondered if the girl would actually succeed in figuring out whatever she was trying to figure out. It's not like he wanted to help her, but he just wanted to get rid off her.

Which... wasn't completely true.

He gave an annoyed glance at his surroundings. 12 AM and nothing happened.

Okay, maybe he was a bit interested in the girl's work. But only because nothing was happening around here anyways. Nobody really cared about the Animatronics and they were just left like that.

„Hhh-hhu-hmm..."

Springtrap's ears jerked. He turned around, seeing a shadow zipping past him. He was at the other end of the Dining Area, near the Kitchen, while the shadow was at the Show Stage. He saw that shadow before, when Kyra left, but it vanished when he turned around. He thought he was just seeing things, but now he wasn't so sure.

The shadow was crouching, the size of a little child... He tried to get a better look at it, but it was the only thing he could make out. He didn't dare to come closer.

„Hhh-hhu-hhmm..."

That... shadow-kid sounded like he was sobbing; even crying. He was curled up, crouching in a fetal position.

Springtrap had a very bad feeling about approaching whatever it was. Still, he made a step forwards.

The shadow-y kid suddenly jerked his head up and stared at him. There were outlines of his clothes and only faint dots where his eyes should be. He then zipped into the Safe Room as Springtrap stared at him, completely stunned.

He decided to follow the kid into the Safe Room, knowing well he'll regret it. When he approached it, he noticed the crying got louder.

„Huuuuhh-hhh..."

And it sounded like there were more children crying.

With each step, the sobbing became louder and louder.

Anxious, he kicked the door and entered the room.

Silence.

Complete silence.

Nobody was inside.

Springtrap entered the room, looking around.

He heard steps behind him. A wave of creepiness covered him. That odd feeling he had, as if something was telling him to get the hell away from it. To get away from this place.

He turned around, seeing... nothing. There wasn't anybody outside nor inside.

Still, the chilly feeling that something wasn't right was still there.

Then he heard children giggling.

As if they were just playing a game...

...and he lost.