It was time...
All 9 RED Mercenaries reluctantly dragged themselves into Sniper's van. Sniper climbed into the driver's seat with Spy as a passenger and the group sped off towards the restaurant.
"So..." Scout started, "What's the plan?"
"We're gonna try the same plan again," Engineer explained, "But this time Spy will take care of that yellow bird before the rabbit and endoskeleton."
"No need, Canadian." Soldier refused. "My plan will make that scum-sucking bird wish it was never born!"
"Uhh... Sol," Demoman tapped the patriot on the shoulder. "Are ye' sure-?"
"I am 100% sure my plan will work." the American answered.
Medic, despite having an enormous amount of doubt in Engineer's plan, said nothing. He glanced over at Heavy, who was slipping on a pair of dark red boxing gloves.
"Herr Heavy, vhat are you doing?" the German asked.
"Heavy is going to use boxing gloves on metal robot babies." he explained, giving a tug at the gloves.
"Ay, professor." Sniper called, "Why don't ya' have Spook 'ere sap 'em all while they're deactivated?" Spy shot a glance at Sniper, whose eyes were trained on the road.
"No can do." Engineer said, "The sappers could short-circuit them animatronics and destroy 'em when they do activate."
"I still can't believe a little box like that can take down those robots." Demoman commented.
The Texan nodded, "Yeah, they're destructive little things, aren't they?"
"Is a toy for babies." Heavy commented. "Once, I destroy toy-maker's turrets with my bare hands. He then runs for teleporter and I laugh and throw him off of it. I then take away his wrench and I beat him with it until all his fingers are broken..."
"Uhh, Heavy." Engineer interrupted. "Ya mind tellin' this story another time?" he requested, awkwardly.
"Da." the large Russian complied and leaned back against the side of the van.
"We're 'ere." Sniper uttered, turning into the parking lot and bringing the camper van to a complete halt.
The mercenaries climbed out of the car and approached the door. Sniper grabbed the door handle and tugged on it, realizing that it was; yet again, locked. The Aussie's brow furrowed and he sighed in annoyance.
"Mmmph!" the Pyromaniac informed, pointing to the ground.
"Well don't that beat all?" The Texan cheered, seeing a silver key laying on the pavement. He picked up the key and stuck it into the keyhole and twisted it. He then opened the door and held it open, allowing all the mercenaries to walk in.
"Took 'em 5 nights to figure out we need keys..." Sniper grumbled as he walked in.
"...And it's windy out." Scout added, rubbing his hands together in an attempt to stay warm.
Engineer shut the door behind him and locked it. "Alright fellas, get in position."
All 9 mercenaries ran to their positions:
Demoman and Soldier headed into the dark kitchen. Soldier rubbed his hands together eagerly, "Okay, it's time for the robotic pieces of crap to meet their maker!"
"For yer sake, boy-o, I hope whatever you've got planned works." Demo nagged.
"My plan WILL work." Soldier replied with a wide smirk.
Medic and Sniper leaned against the wall in the bathroom hallway. Sniper leaned out to see the lifeless animatronic characters on stage.
"...Robot wankers." he mumbled.
Pyro waited near Pirate's Cove, fiddling with the lighter in his hands. He pressed down and the blue flame appeared. The flame-enthusiast watched it bounce up and down with child-like curiosity.
Spy casually strolled into the back-stage and hid behind the open door. He reached into the his suit and pulled out a golden pocket watch with the letters 'DR' written on the outside of it. He flipped the watch open and on the inside was an image of him and BLU Scout's mother holding hands. Below the picture was a timer set at "0:00."
The assassin looked at the portrait and gave a faint smile. Before Spy could begin to reminisce the portrait faded to black and the words "INCOMING CALL" appeared over the black image. Spy pressed a button on the side of the watch and held it up to his ear.
"Yes?" Spy greeted, although unsure of who it may be.
"Spy, it's me."
Scout's mother...
The masked-man's eyes widened, "Madame, why are you calling me?"
"Spy..." she said, inhaling deeply. "I know what's goin' on. I know about the second job at that horrid pizzeria and no respawn bein' there..."
"Madam-"
"And I know I can't do anything about it..." she continued, her voice becoming shaky. "But... But I just... I have to ask ya' to do something."
"What is it?" he asked in a low, comforting tone of voice.
"Please, do whatever you can and make sure Scout is okay." she requested, beginning to sob. "I- I- don't wanna lose one of my babies."
Spy peered out from behind the door to see Scout pacing back and forth around the Dining Area. "I'll see..." he paused, hearing a creak and a thud from behind him. The Frenchman lowered the pocket-watch and looked around the backstage, only to see the small window on the other side of the room flapping back and forth from the wind.
He raised the pocket-watch back up; "I'll see what I can do."
"Do whatever you can do..." she begged, "A- and stay safe, yourself."
"I will." the assassin guaranteed, keeping his tone reassuring. "This is the last night."
The mother's whimpers could still be heard. "And tell Scout his mom loves him... very, very much."
"Yes, madame." Spy nodded. "I will call you when this job is finished."
"Thank you." the mother said, the phone shaking in her trembling hands. She set it back down and then turned back to the Purple Sniper, who laid on the ground bruised and beaten.
"...Next time I want some information about my baby, ya' better talk next time." she scolded as threateningly as she could, although the shakiness in her voice made it even more difficult to sound intimidating. The Purple Sniper, in too much pain to speak, spit up some blood and a tooth.
The young mother grabbed the blood-stained and dented aluminum baseball bat propped up against a wall in the corner. She walked towards the mercenary who looked up at her with eyes filled with fear. She held the baseball bat up to his chin, both arm and bat quivering.
The Australian's eyes fluttered closed and his arms, which barely kept him up soon gave out as he collapsed on to the floor. Scout's mother sighed and brushed a hand through her hair and wiped her face of tears before walking out of the Mann Co. Base.
Heavy stood in the supply closet, anxiously waiting to fight the fox again.
"Come on, leetle robot." the Russian taunted. "Let's see you beat Heavy now that he has boxing gloves."
Engineer waited in the office, scrolling through each of the cameras to see all the mercenaries in their positions.
The phone then rang a few times, which startled the Texan. After the ringing a bunch of loud static boomed from the recorder soon followed by some deep, garbled speech. The inaudible voice went on for about 30 seconds before it ended with an ear-piercing screech.
The laborer flinched at the end of the call, but then quickly adjusted his headset and checked the clock. "Alright fellas; in 5..."
Scout's head turned the animatronics and he prepared to bolt. "4... 3... 2..."
"...Freddy?" Scout heard a voice call.
"Who the hell is that?" Scout asked.
The young adult got his answer, for the owner of the voice was a small figure that stood a few feet outside of the back-stage room.
The small figure being a child.
A/N: And now we emerge into the Hellish Night 5: the night where crit hits the fan.
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