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Chapter 7: Last chance.
"The day which we fear as our last is but the birthday of eternity"
-Lucius Annaeus Seneca.
"Wait, what?"
"I'll take that overtime. It's tonight, isn't it?"
"..." Cyrus stared at her, askance. He seemed to be deciding whether or not she was joking. "If you really want?"
"Oh, I do"
He stared at her for a few more seconds, before shaking his head, and grabbing another sheet of paper from his desk drawer.
"If you don't mind me asking...After everything I've just said, after everything you've just heard, you want to come back tonight...Why?"
Blake looked him in the eye, unsure how to answer. She didn't know what she could say to him. Didn't know what she could say to herself. The voice had already faded, leaving her uncertain whether or not she had ever heard it. But she would not be stayed. As the crooked laughter of the creature from her dreams echoed through her mind, she steeled herself.
"I...I need to. I just do"
Cyrus stared her down for a few more seconds, and then shrugged.
"If you want to. Saves me trying to get someone else in for tonight. If you really want to work the shift, then be my guest" He shook his head, looking weary. "Just turn up tonight, I'll give you your paycheck the day after"
Blake nodded, and stood, pushing the chair away and turning to leave. But she turned back as Cyrus cleared his throat.
"And Blake...Just remember. Sometimes, the one who calls for help, isn't the only victim. Something my mother used to tell me. A useful thought"
"..." Blake stared for a few seconds, and turned away from Cyrus, and his grim, knowing look.
Her scroll buzzed in her hands, and put it aside. She'd set the alarm, but she hadn't slept as she thought she would. Instead, she'd lain in bed, watching the hours tick by. And now, it was time. She climbed out of bed, and slid to the floor, creeping over to her wardrobe, and grabbing some casual clothes. She just as she was about to drop her nightgown, and start changing, a whisper reached her.
"You know, I didn't think you were asleep"
Blake snapped 'round, to see Yang sitting up in bed, clad in her usual tank top and shorts.
"What?"
"I could tell you weren't asleep. Sharing a room with your sister for almost a decade gives you an eye for these dorts of things. And then I hear you moving around, and I get up, and you're getting dressed. Where are you going?"
Blake turned away, dreading her reaction.
"I booked some overtime, for tonight. I'm heading up there now...Yang, don't try to tell me not to go-"
"I'm not gonna. It's obvious you're going to go anyway. I just wish I understood. Why you keep going back" Her whisper turned fierce. "What do you knwo that I don't Blake? What are you hiding?"
Blake stared her down for a few seconds, watching the tears prick up on her partners lashes.
"Well? What is it? What is it that's driving you to do this? How do you get up in the middle of the night to do this?"
Blake glared, but soon found she just didn't have the strength for it.
"Just...Don't worry Yang. Go back to bed"
Yang stared for a few more seconds, before shaking her head, and turning back, laying down in her bed, shaking quietly. Blake turned away, and dressed, leaving the dorm with a heavy heart. She walked the quiet halls, heading for her final night.
All too soon, she was walking through the doors of the horror attraction. She strode to her office, and sat down in the battered office chair. She was just in time. As she was settling in her seat, the phone clicked, and began to play its message.
"Uh, hello? Hello? Uh, this is just to inform all employees that due to budget restrictions, the previously mentioned safe rooms are being sealed at most locations, including this one. Work crews will be here most of the day today, constructing a false wall over the old door base. Nothing is being taken out beforehand, so if you've left anything inside, then it's your own fault. Management also requests that this room not be mentioned to family, friends or insurance representatives. Thanks again, and remember to smile; you are the face of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza"
12:00
Safe rooms...She'd never really thought about those before. And the fact that they'd been sealed over, and the employees told not to mention them, did not bode well. She would have to file that knowledge away for future referance. Although there was no reason she'd use it. She probably wasn't coming back. In spite of what she'd said to Yang, in her more lucid state, she was beggining to despair of finding Ruby. Hmm. Just had to get through the night. She'd think about it in the morning. She pulled her monitor across, and frowned as she realized the suit had already stood up from it's usual place. It was going to be a long night.
1:00
It was only a few minutes past one, but the robot was already standing, almost out of view of the camera, one shining eye just visible. As she stared it down, she was unaware of another pair of eyes watching her.
sO...ThE sTray stAys. iNtrigUing...
And those eyes belonged to someone, who was thinking just as fast as Blake was trying to defend herself. But for an entirely different purpose.
weLL...I cAn'T hAve yOu arOund. I'M sO cLosE...I don't wAnt yOu spoiLing tHis...Oh wEll. YoU won'T sUrvIVe the Night...
2:00
Blake played the audio in that room, hoping it would keep it's attention for at least a little while. She switched the cameras, looking through the building for anything...else. She wasn't hoping to encounter any of those...Phantoms, if that's what they were. The memory of that fox like creature hurtling at her from the shadows was too fresh in her mind.
heLLo? I knOW you'Re sTiLL heRe. YouR aLwaYs thE laSt tO leaVE.
An mournful cry, unheard by all but one, answered it.
i kNew You'D sTill be HerE! cAn'T stAnd tO bE wiThout mE. YoU knOW oF my pLan.
A more inquisitive groan came back.
yEs, I knoW. I sAid It Was ALL oVer. BuT...EveRyThinG we'Ve woRked For, ALL wE'vE doNE, it Is aT rIsk. tHe nIghtGuarD iS bAcK. And She's LooKIng. AnD we CAn'T haVe ThaT.
A low growl rose from the translucent mist rising up from the shadows. It slowly took form, taking the shape of a large, animatronic bear, standing slowly, creaking and cracking. It was not to be stopped. And it would not let anyone foil the plans they had made.
I seE yOu unDerstAnd thE grAVity of The siTuatIon. I trUst yoU knoW what To DO?
It was solid now, and it's growl was rising into a full blown roar, completely silent to everyone but the one leading it.
gOod. yOu knOw whEre She iS.
It drifted away down the corridor.
3:00
She flipped through the cameras one after the other, occasionally useing the audio devices, flickering through each one, with nothing more then a quick glance to make certain it was empty. Until she found one that wasn't. She almost missed it, but a second later, realized she'd seen something in camera. She scrolled back, but it was gone by the time she reached it. She looked into the room, seeing what appeared the be the head of Chica, repurposed into a floor lamp. But more worrying then than that, was the simple white mask, just visible on the edge of the frame. Made of rigid plastic, and glinting slightly in the light, the mask smiled, as if it was grinning at something off screen. The unsettling affect of it was only enhanced by the fine layer of grime, giving it the crazed look of a madman.
4:00
She shuddered, before realizing with a shock that she'd been neglecting the robot that entire time. She switched to it, and tried to use the audio to distract it, seing that it had gotten closer. It stumbled off, and she leaned back in her seat, and used the momentary pause to reboot her systems. But someone else had another idea.
gO.
As she pulled the monitor across, she didn't notice the bulky shape of a familier bear staggering and shuffling silently across the large window. It stumbled and scuffled, but it made no noise, arms swinging uselessly as it went. She started flickering through the screens, looking into every room she went past. But as she did so, she ended up at the room she'd been looking at before, but this time, the mask on the wall wasn't the only one there. Standing in the center of the room was a tall figure in black velvet. It's arms and legs stretched disproportionately, skinny as cables and striped with white. It's torso was no thicker then it's limbs, and it stood so high it was barely caught in the view of the camera. But at the vary top of view, it's pure white mask stared down at her. As she looked back it, the phantom bear dropped out of view beneath the window, a space that physically couldn't hold something of that size.
5:00
dO iT.
She pushed the monitor away, needing to break the line of sight between her and that thing...But as she shook her head, she came face to face with Freddy Fazbear himself. He stood for a few seconds, originally brown fur stained a dirty yellow, joints trailing wires, and it's eyes were two pinpricks of white light, in the center of the pure black of it's eye sockets.
It stared down at her, before with a terryifing scream, it lurched forward.
But as it screamed, she screamed back.
All of her fear, all of her uncertainty, all of her sadness, it came together in the core of her being, swirled up, churned together, and compressed into pure rage. Rage at the building, for allowing these things to take place. Rage at Cyrus, for allowing her to take this job again. Rage at Ruby, for leaving her, and herself, for letting her leave.
But most of that anger, most of that hatred, it was aimed at the being before her, the figurehead of the company that had stolen her love from her.
It all welled up out of her throat, and tore out of her mouth, a screech of pain and loss, the horrifying roar of a captured beast, that slammed from her. She saw the bears eyes widen, before it scattered to smoke on the wind, and when she sat down, and her scream turned to sobs, the bear was gone, and the monitor beeped, telling her it was over, and that she was done.
6:00
She pushed herself up out of the chair, and staggered out the attraction, pushing out the front doors. And someone watched her go, and feared. It had seen something in her eyes when she'd screamed, the kind of eyes that it'd had seen before. Someone willing and able to kill. And that scared it.