Some Things Are Better Left Buried

By: Miss-DNL

Chapter 16: Noteworthy

"Yes? Do you need something?" He asked evenly.

"I gotta ask," at that moment Gregor knew where this was going, "is the place like actually haunted like the other one's were?"

The guard felt a pang of annoyance but denied the question readily, "No the pizzeria isn't haunted. Now if you don't mind-" Gregor didn't get to leave when the teenager interrupted.

"What about the missing kids? The guards from the old pizzerias? Then there was that one guy from Fazbear's Fright?" The teen was persistent and had obviously looked into the pizzeria's background. He seemed a little excited to try and get answers too. His voice didn't hold an accusatory tone either. One was one of those people who were enticed by the pizzeria's dark past. Wanting to know the secrets behind the well apparent tragedies, a form of entertainment almost to him.

Gregor felt he might need to keep a bit of an eye on him, and others like him. If they got any evidence of supernatural he'd have a hell of a time getting rid of them. As such he continued to deny, though his response did have some truth, "I was a child at the time when that was going on. I don't know any more than anyone else. I just work here."

With that he left the teenager in the hall and entered the staff lounge. While only a "staff only" sign on the door separated them the teenager and him the boy made no further attempts to follow him. Now at the manager's desk Gregor decided to make a call, not to Harriet or Leroy but to Herald. He was surprise when the call was actually picked up, "Herald it's Gregor, what's going on?"

"Herald isn't able to speak right now." A woman's voice, Herald's wife. Gregor didn't interrupt and allowed her to continue speaking, "I'm his wife, Bethany. Herald isn't well, I'm honestly getting worried. He hasn't been sleeping very well and he woke up screaming last night. I've caught him staring at nothing and he's fainted a couple of times."

"I'm sorry to hear that…" Gregor apologized, though he didn't sound as worried as she should have. This meant he'd unlikely be able to check on where the money was going. Herald was a man who did his work personally, there was a very slim chance Bethany had access to the company money. This was more of a relief to him. Gregor; however, did feel some concern as to what was causing this. With some hesitation he asked, "Do you…have any idea what's causing this?"

Bethany seemed reluctant but, with patience, Gregor received an answer from his boss's wife, "Well, last night, he woke up frantic and screaming." Gregor could hear the concern welling up in her voice. "It was like he was trying to run from something. Then he said something odd…It was like a name of sort."

"What name?" Gregor questioned, though he had a bad feeling of what it was. He looked over towards wall behind him, the one connected to the sealed up safe room. Under the desk his foot tapped hurriedly as Herald's wife worked to recall the name.

"It was an odd name. Springtrap I believe. Yes, that's it." Bethany answered, sounding a bit pleased she was able to recall the name. Gregor tensed and looked at the wall more intently. His lack of immediate response allowed Herald's wife to ask a question of her own, "Do you have any idea what the name refers to? It sounds like the old Spring Bonnie character from the Golden Era, as he calls it. Back when the place Fredbear's family diner was open."

Gregor was distracted as she spoke, his mind focusing on the wall behind him, "Uh, no I don't…I'm afraid I don't know what he's referring to…"

Nightmares were causing Herald to lose it? He's had nightmares of that rotting carcass of an animatronic. Did that mean his mind was in jeopardy? He hadn't been hallucinating the monster while awake though, as Herald seemed to be. That was one thing off his mind, for now at least. Gregor suddenly felt uncomfortable in the seat and stood up, eyeing the wall. How? How was this happening? Was it because they'd seen it? Was it because it was possessed? Both? Was this thing doing it on purpose, if so why wasn't he suffering as bad as Herald? Clifton didn't seem to be afflicted either, or not nearly bad as even Gregor himself.

He didn't like this. Gregor snapped himself when he felt his hand clenching down on his shoulder. His body was giving a slight shake causing him to grip down harder as he realized. He hadn't done this since he was a-Gregor's train of thought came to a screeching halt when Bethany's voice yanked him off it.

"Hello? Are you there?" She questioned, sounding confused.

"Yes I am, sorry. I've been having to manage everything. I'm just worried what we'll do without Herald." It wasn't a complete lie, but at the same time Gregor felt he could handle things for as long as needed. It was better, less risk of Herald seeing something the man didn't need to. Without him around Gregor could keep things under wraps.

Bethany gave a simple laugh in response, "I was just asking that. Herald wanted me to ask if you could handle the business while he was away."

Gregor's posture eased up, "Yes I can manage. Is there anything he needs me to do?"

"Everything you need to manage the place finically has been sent through email to the work computer. Should be instructions in it, I'd be no good at explaining that." Bethany explained, sound a tad embarrassed about her lack of knowledge.

An unenthused murmur came from Gregor as he sat back down on the desk chair. With one hand he accessed the computer while still holding onto the phone. After a few clicks and a couple typed in passwords Gregor located the email. He began looking it over as he let Herald's wife he located it, "I've found the email. Let Herald know that'll take care of everything."

"Good, good!" Bethany chattered approvingly. She breathed a sigh of relief, "That's a relief. This project means a lot to Herald." Gregor partly began to tune her out as he looked through the email. He already knew the reason his boss bought up Freddy's. Still he allowed her to prattle on, let her think he was listening, "You may not know this, but we're not able to have children of our own. With Herald always having been busy trying to hold up to his father's standards we decided it'd best we didn't adopt…So, this is a way to fill the void I suppose and Herald truly does believe it could be a big success if given a second chance." A brief pause, whether to regather emotional nerves or merely though Gregor wasn't sure. "How are things going by the way? I'm sure my husband would want to know."

"With the weather being the way it is today things are slower than usual, but otherwise business has been going well." Gregor answered nearly offhandedly as his focus stayed on reading what the computer screen displayed. Spotting the time in the corner of the screen reminded Gregor that he had tasks to do. Time to end this conversation. "Bethany, I have work to get to. Do you have anything else you need to say?"

"No, I believe that's all of it. I'll leave you to your work, have a good day." Bethany said kindly over the phone.

"Same to you." Gregor responded, thought his tone lacked any genuine caring. The call disconnected and the head of security placed the phone onto its charging base. Before he began calling about the rescheduling Gregor set to work reordering the guards in the computer. For a moment he sat there wondering how to go about this. A few moments of silence ticked by and Gregor came to the conclusion that Mike would need to be put on every day of the week. At least until he could be certain Kyle, Leroy, and Harriet could handle the animatronics on their own.

Might as well have him be the night shift supervisor…Gregor thought to himself dully. He wasn't actually going to do this though, wasn't any such position. Fingers dancing on the keyboard Gregor began inputting the new schedule. First he put Kyle on the Friday through Sunday with Mike. Leroy was placed on Monday and Wednesday; the man had seemed fidgety when he'd interviewed him. A sign he'd handle what was in store for him less than Harriet, who he placed on Tuesday and Thursday.

"There." Gregor muttered to himself, satisfied with what he'd come up with. Briefly he mulled over who to call first, Kyle he didn't need to call. That left Leroy and Harriette. Gregor picked up and decided to call Harriette, as she had originally been scheduled for tonight. The guard punched in the number and began speaking once the call was picked up, "Hello Harriette Lowell, this is Gregor Scott. I've called to inform you that there has been a change in the schedule."

A woman's voice spoke over the phone, a mix of confusion and something else Gregor couldn't pin. "Can I ask what for?" She asked.

It only to a moment for Gregor to come up with an excuse, "We hired someone on who is experienced with the equipment. He's from the last Freddy Fazbear's pizzeria and he'll be helping train you and the other guards. As I saw you didn't have any training. This is just a precaution. Think of him a supervisor."

Silence and then a long sigh, "Alright fine, this is a secondary job anyway."

"Thank you for your cooperation," Gregor said, ignoring the annoyance, she'd been clear about it being a second job for extra money during the interview. So long as she cooperated he'd put up with bad tones. "Your shift is on Tuesday. Same time, starts at twelves am ends at six. Mike will be there to meet you. Then your next shift is on Thursday."

"Alright, got it." Harriette said in a snippy manner. She huffed, blowing some steam off seemingly, as her voice dropped to a calmer tone, "Alright, I'll be there."

Shortly after there was a beep and the call was dropped. Unfazed Gregor moved onto calling Leroy. As he punched in the numbers Gregor's expression crinkled, he gripped his brows as feelings of splinters stabbed into his mind. It was a feeling of small things stabbing in with finely rough points. For a moment his mind hazed causing him to dip forward before he reflexively jerked back, alarmed. The guard swiveled his head from left to right.

Had he just heard something? He thought he'd heard a creaking. His grey eyes shifted about, but he saw nothing…


Harriette Lowell grumbled with an irate huff as she sat down on her bed. Muttering barely audible words to herself as she rubbed circles into her temples with her fingers, massaging her dark skin. With a long sigh she settled herself and brushed her well-kept dreadlocks off her shoulders. Repeatedly Harriette told herself to calm down, this was just a hitch, a little hiccup. All she had to do was wait for a little longer. In fact, this gave herself more time to plan. Yes, this thought calmed her.

The woman got up from her bed and headed over to an old dresser that was probably far older than the relatively new home she lived in. On top of it sat an old family photo. She was much younger in the photo with her three brothers, two younger and one older, and her two parents. Then there was her uncle…He was the tallest man in the photo, yet thin, and dressed in a Freddy Fazbear uniform. Her late uncle, Frits Smith.

Harriette lightly bit down on her lips, feeling an old wound reopen. Old memories resurfaced that urged forth tears. How could anyone every actually believe that he'd-he'd ever…Harriette shook her head and forced herself away from the photo. Her nerves steeled as she reminded herself of why she'd applied for that horrid place. To get it shut down.

If the rumors were true, then she'd have evidence to use against the company. If not, then she'd find another way. Harriette was willing to do anything to shut down the place that had caused her family so much pain, and pain to many others as well…


Author's Note: Last part of this chapter as promised! Hope it gave a little more info. In hindsight, I might have just been able to post the whole thing at once. Hindsight 20/20 as they say. Anyway next chapter should be up in 5-7 days. Next chapter will be over ten pages, so it'll be more sizable than this one! Post for the next chapter depends on how many I build up again. As I said before, next chapter:

So here we are, my body inside, this nightmare, don't you stare for too long at my curse,
It happened too fast, what happened in the past, is something I would constantly rehearse.
I'M AGGRESSIVE! NIGHTMARE UNLEASHED!
FEAST YOUR EYES ON MY MAGNETIC, DEMISE BENEATH,
ALL THE TATTERED WIRES, YOUR FUTILE DEMISE WILL BECOME YOUR CURSE!

So I trapped myself away from immortal dismay,
Then the blood so profound came to send me down.
All the cable in my brain, making me go insane,
But The soul still lives!

I am, the purple guy, come to see the show tonight,
Turn the spotlight onto me,
My body's ready, now begin!
Now The purple rise, come to conquer all your cries,
The Phantoms are the less your worries, so you better hurry,
Just crank the noise.
I'm the purple guy, now you'll die!

-DaGames

Ah-ha, I love that song~. See you next chapter!