Short A/N, cuz I'm lazy and you guys have been waiting a while. Enjoy
(Hopefully)
Chapter 24
Take back all the insults thrown at the people Mike had insulted in the years about being ugly or not pretty, they were beautiful compared to this thing. It was a black transparent bear, or so it seemed to be. It had on only two items of clothing. Both of which were worn and molded yellow.
Its eyes bore into mike and if could, seared his soul. With its daggered teeth and fingers, this… thing, took the cake, icing and cherry on top. It was something the monster IT couldn't hide from, And mike was nearly face to face with it.
Mike stepped back and swallowed roughly, thankful towards the fact that he could swallow again.
It, breathed in and sighed through its nostrils, its eyes glowing brighter as it spoke,
"Hello Michael."
Its voice shook Mike and the room around him to the core, rattling and topping over anything that wasn't floating. But other than being deep, the tone was rather… odd. It was slow, off key and sounded more like a backwards cassette player.
Mike blinked and his forehead began to bead with the pressure of even trying to maintain eye contact with this thing. It held its hands out, causing mike to flinch, casting the billowy shadows of its sharpened fingertips over the whole room,
"Michael, if I were going to hurt you, I would have already done it."
Mike did not feel assurance to those words. He held his shaking hands, afraid if he showed his fear, it would seeth the creature,
"Who are you?"
It, purred deeply with its insane laughter, and bowed, its hat not defying gravity,
"I am Nightmare."
Mike blinked and hmphed with a Cliché nod. But as it looked back up, he cringed and had to hold his stomach as he saw the rows of teeth Nightmare had,
Nightmare could barely contain his excitement as he felt the fear roll off mike in waves,
"Excuse my appearance Michael, but.. Its always best to stay in character."
Mike looked away and grunted with the effort he had in him,
"What do you want?"
Nightmare straightened and gleamed,
"Your soul Michael."
Mikes eyes widened in disbelief,
His soul?
Nightmare, as if reading his thoughts, said with mock,
"Probably should have listened to Teddy."
Mike looked at the creature and said slowly,
"Why do you want my soul?"
Nightmare merely grinned and clasped his hands together,
"The things before you asked a similar question…"
Nightmares eyes glowed an insane red and his tounge flicked out,
"Oh their screams filled me with joy."
Mike shuddered and took a step back, feeling the hate spill out on those words,
"Who?"
Nightmare cocked his head, allowing Mike to see through him,
"The night guards, same as you, thought it'd be great to be free. Except we caught up with them."
Mike stared wide eyed,
"We…"
We? There was more than one of Nightmare? But why? Why would there have to be more than one… it wasn't like many people…..
Oh my god…
Mike took a sharp inhale as the pieces aligned, the bodies that littered the under scapes of the Pizzeria. And of course him. Mikes eyes darted up to Nightmare, who grinned more wildly,
"Seeing the picture Michael?"
Mike blinked and held his head,
He saw the giant picture of, 1: All of those bodies were not only dead, but souless. 2: This had obviously been going on for some time… but what was thought wrenching and mind boggling….
"What do you use the souls for…."
Nightmare looked at Mike with a humorous glint in his eye,
"A very good question… would you like to hear my answer?"
Mike almost regretted saying yes. Nightmare made a chair mesmerize and sat in it, crossing his arms and purring with audible laughter,
"Oh Michael, the things we've been able to acomplish with this…"
Mike took the chair he was cowering behind and slowly propped it up,
"What do you mean?"
Nightmare leaned in and smiled,
"Why do you think you weren't able to leave? How come you were brought back? Why do you think the Place you are confined to is so popular? Think about it Michael."
Mike blinked a few times, allowing something, anything, to try and hit him. So far,
"I got nothing…"
It was only after Nightmare had sighed did Mike realize,
"Souls are a very delicate ecscense, they contain love, hatred, joy, jealousy, lust, etc. When we trap a soul in the pizzeria, it causes a chain reaction."
Mike raised a confused brow, allowing the Black creature to continue,
"It creates a barrier, a somewhat…"
Nightmare chuckled and held his chin,
"False image. It allows me to feast and lets keep my power over the animatronics. But tell me mike,"
Nightmare said clasping his hands together,
"What was your first impression of this place?"
Mike nearly choked out his answer, afraid to hear what was next,
"I thought it was the most creepiest thing to exist."
Nightmare grinned,
"You saw through the hoax. Only a pure soul could do that."
Pure soul?
What the fuck was this? Some sort of… prophecy? Nightmare stood and laughed wildly,
"Do you see the picture yet mike?"
Mike shook his head and thought,
'Pure soul…..'
"All those bodies Michael. Just like you. When we use a soul, we entise more people by the false image of happy, loving animatronics, we bring more souls to the pizzeria. We feed on their emotions, never starving. But people like you,"
Nightmare said, appearing in Mikes vision,
"Threaten that image. So in short terms, we get rid of you."
Mike closed his eyes and nearly shouted,
"You keep saying We. Who is we Nightmare?"
Nightmare simply chuckled,
"Everyone. Christopher. Charles. Douglass. Frederick Fazbear. Bonnie. Chica. Foxy. Golden Freddy. The Toys. And of course.."
Oh God…
Nightmare clicked his tounge,
"You."
Why…. If he could get this straight… Nightmare and whoever he is with, feed, off of souls… dead and alive. One gains power…. The other gains strength… Nightmare obviously the one with strength... Then… who was the one with the power… the utmost will, to chain this creature and have it do his/her bidding….
Because he/her/it benefits from nightmare trapping souls into the pizzeria. It keeps and kept the animatronics from leaving, or rather try to leave. So with the false image keeping the animatronics as a happy, do gooding set, it brings attention and… wealth. And whoever steps into the pizzeria feeds Nightmare based on their attitude… and everyone was in on it. Having made Nightmare and whomever it was that much more powerful… so wait a minute….
Who, out of anyone, benefits from wealth…keeps Nightmare… is in on this.. and lures night guards to their doom?
Holy Shit. That sack of crap,
Charles Fazbear.
Memoirs of the moment he stepped into that assholes' office flooded back. He'd signed a paper and shook hand with him, sealing his fate. Had anyone made it out from that deal alive? Or even for that matter, in one conscious state of mind?
Nightmare smirked as Mikes jaw fell agape,
"It seems you've figured it out."
Mike closed his mouth and looked up,
"No… I haven't."
Nightmare fixed his tie and raised a suspicious brow,
"Oh? What is there to figure?"
Mike pointed at himself and said with haste,
"Who brought me back to life?"
Nightmare, out of all the times he had grinned, broke Mikes fear,
"The one who is with strings."
Mikes thoughts whipped back to be the apparition of none other than the Marionette. So it was him… but wait…
"Who holds the puppet?"
Nightmare tapped his temple,
"Think Michael. The one who controls me."
Again. Charles?
"How?"
Nightmare gave a small chortle,
"I have said to much and allowed you to think what is true. Mike,"
He said as his eyes grew dimmer than coals, chilling Mike to his core,
"Make this easy for the both of us and go quickly."
Shit.
Mike had enough time to chuck his seat at Nightmare and duck behind a wall as a blue beam split from Nightmares hand. The chair collided the space behind the creature, having passed through him, and bounced a few times, floating once more as it halted.
The landscape took the shape of the pizzeria again, having more space and room for Mike to worry about, but as he had taken to his feet and ran throught a land that was familiar to him, Glancing around, he saw images of his life, stolen from his memories and plastered once more on the walls for him to see.
It would have been comforting almost, if they had been pleasant memories. But instead hung moments in his life that should've been forgotten. Caught in the moment, Mike forgot to see Nightmare appear in front of him .Mikes tie tore off his shirt as Nightmare made a grab for him, he was caught off balance, teetered for a moment and stormed off again, leaving Nightmare with a low growl.
Mike took a steep right and stopped completely when he saw a great poster in front of him. In it was himself in the pizzeria, almost 18 years ago.
A day, he can never forget, let alone want to remember. He looked at it more closely and felt like he was sucked into it,
-FlashBack-
It was a fun time, forgetting everything that happened before, instead all he thought about was the food he was eating and the lyrics he sung with as the three animatronics on stage sang with. He wore a Foxy lover kiddie shirt and had on his favorite blue baseball cap. Back then the pizzeria was instead, not a prison, but a safehaven for mike. Or so it seemed.
The tables were all lined up neatly, stacked with paper plates and party hats. Kids all around cheered the Bunny, Bear and Chicken on stage, some kids even had face masks of their favorite characters, whether it be Freddy, Chica, Foxy or Bonnie.
Mike was sitting on the end table, kicking his feet out and finishing up his last slice of Chicas famous pizza, when a sudden slam was heard.
Looking behind him, he saw through the kitchen, a metal door close, and he saw a lock click shut, ever so curious, he jumped from his seat and wandered into the kitchen. His step dad worked here as a Night Guard and a Kitchen Janitor, maybe he was just getting another mop, or a snack.
Back then, the kitchen had the finest of silverware and utensils of all sorts. And had wooden countertops polished over with marble. But mike wasn't fixated on the countertops or marvelence of the kitchen, he was instead curious of the liquid seeping through the door.
It was a dark red and lined the tiles with its stain. Mike stared wide eyed as he heard the lock unclick, the door opened and inside..
He saw the Marionette.
-Back again with Chris and Mark- ( In his apartment!)
Chris shut Marks door with a confused look on his face, having heard that there could be a secret place in Freddy's, did not surprise him. Rather, it intensified his curiosity, and strengthened his resolve to find out what happened to Mike.
Mark had put it simply and in terms to where Chris did understand.
Freddy's hides a terrible secret. Whether it be the concerns of the missing children or the nightguards, Chris was damned sure he was going to find it out, even if he died trying. He turned and gazed down the hallway, trying to think of what could be down the path he takes, grinning as he whistled a new tune, ever eager to begin.
So…
Yeah.
Mind explosion?
Confusion?
Nightmare: Oh most definitly.
Okay, so basically, Nightmare and Charles have somehow teamed up and worked a deal of where one gets the souls of night guards and emotions fed off of the people who see the animatronics,
And in return, Charles receives an insane amount of wealth.
As I said, souls can do mysterious things believe it or not. And the whole time mike and Chris were helping Nightmare and Charles. Frankly this has taken another turn and the next chapter might be longer in both time and length.
But!,!
On to news!
Doug and Mike wore a stupid disguise and mused their way into the real world. How did nobody notice?
I…Don't know….
BUT!
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