A/N: Hello, welcome to Night 3. Things get a little more chaotic, just to forewarn you.
Also, this was intended to be released on Friday, but a wave of determination and elation to complete this hit me and I was able to finish it today.
The RED Sniper quickly shut the entrance and hurried down the hallway, running into the office crammed with the other 8 mercenaries.
"Jesus, we're going to be freakin' stuck here the WHOLE night?" Scout whined, trying to push Heavy away who was pressing him against the wall.
"Unless you have a death-wish with those monstrosities out there, then yes." Spy answered.
"Jesus, Demo. Can you stop jabbing your bloody arm into my ribs?" Sniper complained, the one-eyed African American glared at him.
"And where should I move my arm, camper? There's no other bloody place!" Demoman snapped back.
"Fellas, quiet!" Engineer shouted. "We have to listen to the recordin'." He turned it on and the message played:
"'Hello, hello? Hey you're doing great! Most people don't last this long. I mean, you know, they usually move on to other things by now. I'm not implying that they died."
"Not implying that they died, my ass!" Scout shouted angrily at the recording.
"Shut itty-bitty mouth." Heavy snarled, leaning in closer to hear the Phone Guy.
"Th-th-that's not what I meant. Uh, anyway I better not take up too much of your time. Things start getting real tonight."
"Merde..."
"I am not afraid of those robots."
"Bloody hell..."
"Piece a' piss!"
"Zhis is not good."
"Mmmph..."
"Ah crap..."
"Heavy will make puny robots run."
"Uh... Hey, listen, I had an idea: if you happen to get caught and want to avoid getting stuffed into a Freddy suit, uhh, try playing dead! You know, go limp. Then there's a chance that, uh, maybe they'll think that you're an empty costume instead."
"Hey, that's not a bad idea." Scout commented, smiling thoughtfully.
"Then again if they think you're an empty costume, they might try to... stuff a metal skeleton into you. I wonder how that would work. Yeah, never mind, scratch that. It's best just not to get caught."
"God dammit." Scout moaned.
"Um... Ok, I'll leave you to it. See you on the flip side."
Engineer pulled up the camera and checked the stage to see Bonnie and Chica already moving off the stage. More curses and whines emitted from each mercenary and Pyro reached over and slammed its hand on the door buttons.
"What are you doing?" Scout asked.
"Mmmph, mmph, mmph!" The firebug explained.
"No, they're not even close yet. Don't close the damn doors." Scout responded opening both doors, again.
"Scout's right. After all, we don't wanna lose power." Engineer added on, reminding all the mercenaries that they still had to worry about a limited power supply.
"Heavy can go crush tiny robots." He suggested.
"Nah, big fella." The Texan dismissed. "We don't need ya breakin' the things. Otherwise we're as good as fired."
"I don't know, zhe bunny is getting razher closer zhen I vould like it to be..." Medic observed, nervously.
"Quit blubberin', nurse." Sniper snapped, earning a glare from the German. "Not like they're gonna catch us off guard. There's nine of us!"
Engineer ignored the heated conversations going on in the background and switched the camera on Pirate Cove, which had Foxy slowly emerging out of it. While it was hard to see, Engineer noticed the fox had its eye peaking out of the curtain.
The Texan's eyes widened a bit, but he sighed. Figuring the fox wouldn't emerge for a while.
"That fox robot's comin'." Engineer alerted. "He's just gettin' out of his cove."
"Oh God, no! No, no, no... Shut the doors!" Scout panicked.
Soldier glare, he then stepped closer to the smaller mercenary and put a finger on his chest. "Listen city boy," Soldier commanded, "You will-"
"Dammit, Sol. We're not gonna fight 'em unless ya' wanna us all ta' die!" Demoman interrupted.
"Stay out of this you cross-dressing, one-eyed, Englishmen!" Soldier insulted.
"Why don't ya' shut yer holes, ya' narrow-minded simpletons?!" Sniper shouted to the duo.
"Sniper, Soldier, and Demoman are stoopid!" Heavy added on.
"You are all incompetent cowards." Spy mumbled, pulling out a cigarette and quickly lighting it.
"Velcome to zhe team of arguing idiots." Medic said dryly, rolling his eyes.
The arguing continued for 2 more hours. The only time the mercenaries stopped was when Bonnie or Chica came at their doors, in which case they all screamed in shock. Which led Soldier to call all of them "sissy, tree-hugging hippies" and sparked more arguing.
In an attempt to tune out the arguing, Pyro watched Engineer search for Bonnie. The arsonist saw the Texan stream through each camera, but noticed he didn't check the hallways. Deciding to assist him, Pyro pointed to CAM 2B.
Engineer nodded and switched to the camera.
"What in Sam Hill is that?" Engineer questioned. Both him and Pyro stared at the camera, confused and startled.
"Yo, what is it?" Scout asked. His eyes widened at the sight, "What the hell is that?"
This caused all the other mercenaries to stop their bickering and look into the camera, as well.
On the camera, an empty, yellow-colored suit laid on the tile floor with its head tilted, knees up to its chest, and arms drooped to the side.
"...That's some shady business right there." Sniper commented.
"As if zhis whole restaurant vasn't shady already." Medic replied.
"Anyone wanna go make sure that thing ain't gonna hurt us?" Scout requested. The mercenaries all looked at each other for a brief moment, and then looked back at Scout.
"What?" The 21 year old asked.
"...I think we know who is going." Spy answered, smirking.
"Oh no! No, no, no, no, no!" Scout protested, backing away.
"Don't vorry, Scout. Ve shall be right inside zhe office if something should go wrong... But it probably von't." Medic assured.
"Nothing will go wrong, my ass!" He sneered.
"Listen here, short-pants." Soldier grabbed Scout by the collar and pulled him close. "If I have to shove my leather boot right into your puny little ass to get you to go out there I will do it with an enormous amount of fury and pleasure!"
Scout felt Soldier's saliva hit his face while the American yelled, causing him to flinch. "Now give that yellow bear hell!" The patriot encouraged and pushed the young mercenary out into the hallway.
"Yo, come on!" Scout begged, the metal door slammed down in front of him – making a loud clash echo through out the building. Scout banged on the door a couple times, realizing it was pointless.
"I cannot believe this!" Scout threw his hands up in defeat. He sighed and looked down at the lifeless suit a short few feet down the hall.
"Uhh... Yo, are you alive?" Scout asked, tip-toeing towards the empty suit. As he approached he heard an old tune and a little girl's sweet and deathly calm singing voice coming from the possibly dead animatronic:
"His life seconds numbering,
tick-tock, tick-tock.
It stopped,
short,
never to go again
when the old man died."
"What the hell?" Scout cursed. He saw the bear's head lazily turn to face him, which made the brunette freeze in place. A ticking sound came from the yellow-colored bear while they stood in silence.
"When the old man died..."
The bear's eyes beamed with an enormous white light, blinding the mercenary.
"Agh! Oh, jeez. No, no, no, no, no...!" Scout pleaded. He fell backwards, but he never felt himself hit the ground. He stood floating in mid-air for a moment, before seeing the world reconstruct around him.
He felt himself sitting on a cold tile floor. The 21 year old sat up and examined the dark area. Near by him was a carousel with a different selection of animals to ride on.
"What the hell? Where am I?" Scout asked, panicked. He continued to look around the empty area, seeing nothing but birthday presents, arcade games, and balloons.
"Hello." A child's voice said, followed by a giggle.
"What the hell was that?" Scout asked, panicking. He examined the dark room, seeing no sign of anything moving.
"Hi!" The voice repeated, followed by another soft laugh.
"Y- you're not scary. You're just weird!" Scout turned around, hearing more greetings from the same child's voice coming in many different locations.
"Where the hell are you?" The brunette muttered to himself. He then heard small metallic footsteps approach him, along with more obnoxious giggling.
"What's so damn funny, you freakin' baby?!" Scout shouted, he then heard a single light-bulb flicker on.
The young mercenary turned to see a male child animatronic standing under the light, its bright blue eyes staring at him along with a wide smile plastered on its face. With the lighting and circumstances Scout is under meeting the animatronic, the boy's expression was far from settling to him.
"Hello!" The animatronic greeted, its voice surprisingly human.
"Oh God, another freakin' robot." Scout whined, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.
The animatronic walked towards Scout, showing no signs of threat or danger of any kind. Despite this, however, the mercenary still kept his guard up.
"What the hell do you want?" He asked.
"London Bridge is falling down..." The humanoid child sang out of random. Scout felt a wave of pain strike his head, the pain so bad it caused the 21 year old to stumble forwards, clutching his head and squeezing his eyes shut.
"Jeez!" Scout said through gritted teeth.
"...falling down..." The robot continued, making Scout's head burst with pain, again, along the world starting to spin and twist around him.
"Oh God! Why's it feel like a drill's going through my head?!" Scout shouted, angrily. He fell to his knees and trembled from the enormous amount of pain.
"...falling down!" The child finished, Scout felt one final blow hit the back of his head. The 21 year old gave up, letting himself hit the ground and roll over on to his back. Scout's eyes looked around the empty room, he then saw the boy lean over in front of him. For a moment, the animatronic's face flashed and was an X-ray image. Whether it was meant to scare him or not, Scout didn't care. He was in too much pain and too dazed to care.
"Bye, bye..." The animatronic waved as Scout slowly faded back into unconsciousness.
"Scout?" Heavy called as he examined the hall where Scout was before a giant flash blinded the entire West Hallway.
"Any sign of him, Herr Heavy?" Medic asked from the office. All the remaining mercenaries also peaked their heads out the door to see any sign of Scout.
"The bloody ankle-biter just disappeared!" Sniper exclaimed in a confused panic.
"Fellas..." Engineer called, lowly, he took his hard-hat off from his head. "...This has gone way beyond any simple animatronic malfunction of any sorts."
"Uuaghh..." A raspy, groan emitted from behind the 7 mercenaries in the office.
"What the...?" Engineer turned around to see Chica, whom let out a giant screech, causing all the mercenaries to jump. Chica then balled up her metallic fist under her feathers and swung at the clustered group, but they had already sprinted out of the office and down the hallway towards Pirate Cove.
The startled mercenaries had forgotten, however, the little eye that peaked out of the curtains of Pirate Cove, ready to jump them as soon as they passed it.
A/N: Well, I am going to now take a bit of a break after writing this EXTREMELY long chapter. I hope this was worth the some-what long wait.