The pizzeria wouldn't be open today.
Sarah wasn't found, but her fingerprints were. More specifically on the Parts and Service door handle. But, Sarah had been the only one with keys to that room, and, well, she was missing.
Nobody would be there at nine in the morning.
Ky walked quickly, his fist clenching around the Swiss army knife in his pocket he had bought last night.
Ky was beyond angry, he was enraged. He wanted his sister back.
This time, I'm coming for you.
Ky unlocked the door and quietly slipped inside the quiet building, pulling out his pocketknife and flipping open the blade. He hoped it was sharp enough.
Ky slowly walked up to the show stage and stood in front of Freddy, the one who had attacked him.
I saw Sarah take off their torso before, so it shouldn't be very difficult.
Ky reached upwards and gripped Freddy's torso where the two separate parts met, and gave it a firm tug. Nothing happened.
Grunting in frustration, Ky set his knife down to give it more force. After about five minutes Ky had popped the plastic cover off, his fingers raw.
Taking a deep breath, Ky reached for his knife, eyeing Freddy's battery.
But instead of his hand grabbing the knife, someone grabbed his hand and thrust him backwards, making him land on his back. Ky had the wind knocked out of him and lay there wheezing and coughing.
Standing over him was the Marionette.
"What do you think you are doing?" The Marionette shouted, but Ky didn't respond, he was frozen in fear. The Marionette was also holding his knife.
She made a sighing sound and shook her head, looking at the blade.
Quickly, Ky shot onto his feet. He knew he couldn't hope to take the blade from the Marionette, so he backed away while scanning the room for something to use as a weapon.
"My sister. Sarah. Where is she?" Ky asked defensively, trying to keep his voice from shaking.
The Marionette said nothing. She simply giggled. Then she chuckled. Then she started laughing. Then soon enough she was roaring with cheerful laughter, her head tilted towards the ceiling. Ky stood still, beginning to feel sick with fear.
Finally, The Marionette stopped laughing to face him, her wide smile sending chills down his spine.
"You humans…. You crack me up!"
Ky was about to say something, but was thrown off guard when the Marionette raised the knife and plunged it through her wooden forehead.
"You can't save him now." She snapped. Sparks flew from the opening the blade had created, and a liquid began to drip from it. It was most likely oil, but Ky could have sworn it was blood.
The Marionette fell over, her wooden body making an audible thud on the tiled floor.
Ky didn't move.
Then, Delaney walked in.
"Ky! What are, what, did you do this?" She asked shocked, Ky whirled around to face her, wide-eyed.
"N-no! I didn't do this!" Ky defended, even though he knew his chances were slim.
You sly puppet…
Delaney scowled, and then threw her coat onto her desk. She then pointed towards the door.
"Get out. You're fired." She snapped.
Ky stuttered, trying to put words together to form sentences, but it just came out as meaningless blabber.
"Get out!" Delaney shouted, still pointing.
Shamefully, Ky walked towards the door.
Oh, Sarah. Where are you?!
Someone get me out of here.
Someone, open the door.
Someone come and get me.
Get me away from this thing.
Foxy sat as close to the wall as he could, trying to seclude himself. It had been placed on the same side of the room he was kept in, and it was absolutely horrifying.
Yet he still did not regret what he had done.
Foxy tried to get himself to stop shaking; the rattle of machinery would attract attention.
Think calming thoughts…
Calming thoughts…
I'll make it of here alive, just like I do every night.
I'll b-be fine…
No, this isn't working very well.
Imagine that stupid balloon kid set on fire…
Oh, yeah. That is better.
Foxy relaxed slightly but still could not stop shaking.
Then he heard footsteps outside the door.
Multiple pairs of footprints by the sound of it, too.
Quickly, Foxy went limp even though he knew they wouldn't be able to open the door.
He heard voices.
"This is the one room we haven't checked, right?"
"Yeah, but we don't have the keys."
"So break the lock!"
"Yeah, yeah, hang on a-"
"What is it?"
"I-is that blood?"
"What? Where?"
"On the door handle, and- OH MY GOSH!"
"What is it, Fritz?"
"UNDER THE DOOR! UNDER THE DOOR MAN!"
"HOLY SH-"
"GET THE BOLT CUTTERS!"
"Gentlemen, what is going on?"
"SIR, SOMETHING IS BLEEDING AND QUITE A LOT IN THERE!"
"Oh dear…"
"Sir, even if whoever is in there is actually alive… we are going to have to put you into lockdown."
"G-gentlemen! There is no need for that!"
"DO YOU NOT SEE THE AMOUNT OF BLOOD IN THERE MAN?"
"Fritz, calm down for Pete's sake…"
Foxy tuned the men out.
They saw it.
They were going to find it.
If Foxy could have been sick, he would have been.
Chica…