Hey everyone! I'm extremely happy at the fact that you guys liked the last chapter, it's the longest and one of the most important ones to date! Now, I have some news. I've been talking with Harmonic's Rioter recently, as he is a huge inspiration for my story. If you haven't read his yet, I strongly suggest it! He deserves all the reviews in the world. But anyway, the next chapter (after this one) has something… interesting. I'm kind of gambling on it, and I hope it will pay off. Also, I'm cancelling the Q&A. I just don't have enough questions to make one. BUT, if I can get enough questions in the reviews for this chap, I might reconsider. Thanks guys! Oh, and my birthday is this week, for anyone who's wondering :D Well, here are the reviews!
Divergent Daughter of Poseidon:
Alwaos know reality… Did you mean always?
Thanks for that, I fixed it.
Slightly Disturbed Cookie Girl:
Oh my God. That was friggin intense?
Always know reality.
No idea what that means… Always know the difference between fiction and reality? IDK…
Thanks, I tried to make it intense. And you shall see what the code means… soon…
FroggyFriday:
Aw… I was open mouthed at the last line. I've been waiting for this chapter! You sure do deliver. :D
Thanks for that! I'm glad to know that you enjoyed it. And Joshua might be somewhat scarred for life now… :/
Flamingo-of-Faith:
I guess this message shows that the ghost already knew about it? That story surely is awesome! I would write more about it but I am with Reviewer's Block (?). You just have to know that your story is surely one of the best stories out there!
I don't quite get what you mean with the first sentence. And thanks for taking the time to read this! Glad to know you like what I write. (And yes, I have reviewers block too quite frequently)
Koasis The Alien:
So the bite of 87 ey? Well, you certainly introduced it... Wow... But anyway... Great story so far. Hope to see more in the future! I mean, more chapters not... You know...
Oh I know, BELIEVE ME I KNOW… *chuckle*
MMiladinova:
I loved it. I. Just. Loved it!
Thanks! :D
The-Fnaf-Kitty:
Nuuuu *screaming* Uhh… *Covers all the kids' eyes with blankets*
*uncovers all the kids eyes*
ScarfaceOne:
*Unreal tournament announcer voice*
OVERKILL!
THERE IS NO SUCH THING
AS OVERKILL
Doge (Guest):
Much intense
Very wow
Such amaze. Doge is in the house, break out the red carpets!
Marftydo:
Ohhhhh
Noo capt'n foxy D:
THE FEELS ARE INTENSE
It's as if the feelz train has been struck with a high explosive projectile.
Well that's it for reviews, have fun reading! Please review and tell me what you thought.
I felt as if a heavy weight had fallen on top of me and squeezed me to death. That pair of blank eyes- staring with a shared expression of utter horror- was the only thing in the entire room that truly scared me. None of the parents, children, or employees had the same impact. Only the small spirit standing before me affected me. I was about to walk over to him and explain, when two men forcefully tackled me to the ground. Reeling from the impact with the hard ground, I tried to get back up. One man held his arm around my face, trying to keep my jaw shut. The other was on my back, keeping me pinned. Bystanders started screaming and running, one even slipped on the blood of my victim. I looked up to see Joshua staring me in the face, before turning and running into the crowd crying. Marionette was looking at me from its box, and shook its head.
"I can't help you with this one." I heard it say. Everything that happened from here on was determined by my actions. First of all, I had to get back up. That wouldn't be too hard of a job. As the two men continued to hold me down, I quickly jerked my head out of the first man's grasp. I then clamped my teeth down on his arm, with just enough force to make him let go. With one out of the way, I rolled on my back and on top of the man behind me.
"I need some help here!" He shouted to anyone that could hear. Three more men came over, two of them knocking me back down and the other running out down the hallway. One of the men tried to grab my arm, getting a swing of the hook in response that stabbed his shoulder. I had just managed to stand back up, when I felt my entire body go limp. With all energy gone, I collapsed onto the floor with a heavy thud. My eyes looked around, scanning the room for whoever was responsible. They fell onto a tall, skinny man in the doorway, holding a strange remote-looking thing in his hand. The other four men stood over me, looking down at me and making me feel helpless. The other man walked up behind them, and the others looked back at him curiously.
"How'd you do that?" The man with the injured arm said.
"Emergency shutoff, we installed it a few weeks ago just in case."
"Sure came in handy." The first replied, kicking my arm as he spoke. Another leaned down and looked at me, scaring me somewhat. I looked at him with fear, not knowing what he would do.
"Ey, the thing's still on. See the eyes?"
"Oh, gimme a second." The man with the remote said. With one final glance around the room, I looked down the hallway to see Katelyn looking out at me. That was the last thing I saw before everything went black.
When I woke up, everything felt… different. The air around me felt heavier, as if sadness had a physical feeling. The air wasn't the only thing different. It was unusually quiet, no prancing and laughing kids, not even the sounds of eating or walking. I looked around to see not only the other three, but Marionette as well. Everyone was huddled into a corner, even the golden suit was there. There were plenty of boxes lying around, and the building was dark. Strange, it didn't feel late. In fact, it felt like it was early in the morning.
"What have I missed?" I asked, getting the attention of the others.
"Quite a bit, Jonathan." Marionette said. Just as it was about to speak again, Eric interrupted.
"Basically, the place is closing down. They're cleaning out, and we're going into storage indefinitely." He said. My God, I had been out for a while.
"The guy, is he dead? Did Joshua get set free?" There was a silence for a few seconds.
"The guy lived, but he got convicted for all of our murders and sentenced for life." So that meant that we wouldn't get a chance to kill him?
"So… Joshua is stuck like this?" I asked, worriedly.
"I'm afraid so." Marionette replied, letting out a long sigh. I should have seen it coming. Every time I get close, the guy somehow survives. First my murderer, then Joshua's. It just wasn't fair, in any way form or fashion.
"Where is he?"
"I wouldn't recommend talking to him anytime soon. Frankly, I don't know if he is even willing to see you for a good long while." Marionette answered. What I had done apparently affected him severely. I had to figure out a way to tell him why, without telling him how he had been viciously murdered by a psychopath. That was the last thing I wanted him to know.
"What exactly are we going to do for the next few years? You know, while we're in storage?" I asked. Marionette stood up, and walked slowly into the center of the room. While it did, I sat down next to the others.
"The next few years of your lives are going to be sitting in a dark room with nothing to do. After they're done cleaning out the building, we get locked up in some storage building indefinitely." The Puppet said.
"However, you should use the time you have at hand. Nobody is around, feel free to explore!" Yeah, like that was something we all wanted to do.
We spent our time as Marionette had advised, exploring the building and attempting to lighten the mood. Nothing we could possibly do would ever make us feel better. Every second of the next few days, the thought of storage ran through our minds. The days ticked by like a time bomb, until the final day of our time began. There were no happy thoughts, fun times, or smiles. At twelve, a truck would come to drive us to the storage room. The entire day was spent waiting for the sound of a door opening, or a truck pulling up in the driveway. At precisely 11:55, he arrived.
When the sounds of walking came closer and closer, it was a bittersweet feeling. This was basically the last time we would see each other before we were shut down. After what I had done, there was little chance we would ever be awoken. If being stuck in animatronic characters was bad, this would be terrible. Nothing but emptiness and black. Before the man came to pick us up, we said our goodbyes.
"I guess this is it." Eric said with a somber voice.
"So this is goodbye?" Trevor asked, sitting down in the corner. Katelyn sat down next to him, putting her arm around his neck.
"Yep." Was all I could muster in response. I had caused practically all of this. It was my fault that we were going into storage. If I had just killed him when I had the chance, if I had left the mysterious man in the golden suit alone, if I had just stayed with my mom, nothing would have happened. I felt terrible.
"I'm sorry for everything I've caused." I said, getting the attention of the others.
"None of you deserve to be in this position, if I had just-" I was interrupted with by a pair of yellow handless arms wrapping around my torso and hugging me.
"Shhhhh, this wasn't your fault." Katelyn said calmly, making the others look on. That was… unexpected. Katelyn let go, and looked me in the eye(patch).
"The only thing that matters is that you tried to make it right. You tried the hardest out of all of us." She added. I looked at the others, who nodded in agreement. I didn't feel like I had done anything, why did the others think so appreciatively of me? I was about to ask that question, when the door started to unlock. Each of us sat down and assumed our previous position, before uttering one final word: goodbye.
With that last word, the door opened up. The man had headphones on, listening to a cassette player. He was humming the Ghostbusters theme song, which brought a sense of cruel irony in. He walked in slowly, grabbing a couple of boxes and moving them over to the side. He stood over us and looked down, specifically focused at me.
"Murderer." That word, to me, was extremely offensive. If I had been in a state of power, I would have swung up and slashed him across the face with my hook. Not like I could have done that, with him holding the switch in his hand. Once again, I was powerless. The last thing I would ever see was him holding the switch, with a grin upon his face as he adjusted his shirt and pulled it out of his waist. There was one thing that caught my eye, however. The last thing I remembered seeing was a massive scar across his gut, with the words "get well soon" written across it in purple. Wait…
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