Warning!
Welcome to Act 6. If you're faint-hearted, please don't continue reading till I post chapter 57, Night 56, which is the start of Act 7. This is, by the way, the shortest Act in the story. I'm warning you: it contains psychological torture and gore (but mostly psychological torture).
If you agree with the terms, please proceed reading.
wes27: I don't really want to repeat the OLHS fiasco.
I don't really have much to say about this chapter, except for the fact that the songs are Dear Brother by DAGames (a song which always sends me crying) and The Desolate Hope by MiatriSs (a fan song for the game The Desolate Hope).
I kinda suggest you to read the chapter while playing either of the songs.
I guess I should say enjoy... right?
I'm sorry if this is short.
Night 50: Dear Sister
Dear brother, can you hear my calls,
My cries from outside the halls?
The monsters inside me haunt my lasting dreams,
A curse that always bleeds
In my dying breath I repeat your name
I can see your figures in this haunted game.
I sleep knowing you were standing by...
…
I remember all those times we spent,
The mind that I bent with my masks
I could hear you shout the words so dear:
''Just let me out of here!''
But alas, I couldn't heal your broken shards
I had stolen the one thing close to your heart.
Now you die knowing I... Was standing by...
xXxXx
''Kyra? Kyra!''
Hannah wandered around the woods, lashing with her flashlight.
''Kyraaaaaaaaaa?!''
She was growing more and more frustrated and worried. Her sister had to be somewhere here, right? She shivered as she looked around. Other than Kyra, she really didn't like to roam around the forest behind their house, especially alone.
''Kyraaaa?! Kyra!'' she yelled.
Her sister had to be near. Hannah wondered what made her so angry. She knew that Kyra would act a bit odd at times, but this was news to her. Why was she so upset? Did Hannah do something wrong? Did the Animatronics mess up something? Had she a fight with her friends?
Hannah didn't know. All she wanted now is to find her sister and go home and talk to her. She felt bad that she ignored her the whole time and wanted to apologize.
''Kyra?''
Hannah found a black flashlight on the ground. It was still on, but there was no one around.
''Kyra?'' Hannah looked around, wondering if her sister was near. ''Kyra, this isn't funny! Stop the prank and let's go home! Kyra?''
Her heart started to beat faster. Why wasn't Kyra answering?
''Kyra?! Stop it! This is not funny! Kyra? Are you there?! Kyra! Kyra!?''
No answer. Only the wind blowing through the crowns of the trees. Hannah's eyes widened as she frantically looked around.
''Kyra?! Kyra! Kyra, answer me! Kyra!''
What did her grandma say… people tend to disappear in this forest…
''Kyra! KYRA!'' Hannah was practically screaming. ''KYRA!''
…and never appear again…
''KYRA! KYRAAAA!''
Hannah's panicking scream only echoed through the dark forest. There was no answer. Tears started to stream down her eyes as she realized one thing.
''K-kyrie…''
Her sister was gone.
xXx
You will never
Receive this message
It will roam the stars long after we're all gone
No one'll remember us
But maybe you should know
Was I successful, my little one?
''Did you…''
Nightmare Chica shut her beak once she saw Hannah's tired, tear-filled expression.
''She's gone.'' Nightmare muttered.
''Wh-what happened?'' Hannah asked, the volume of her voice rising. ''WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?! WHY DID SHE GO?!''
Not even Nightmarionne and his team dared to mock Hannah. The girl looked like she was in a state of shock. She was mad, upset, worried, tired and livid. Her feelings mixed into one bomb which just exploded.
''Where is she?!'' Hannah growled, glaring at Nightmare. ''Tell me where she is or I'll make sure you will not exist anymore!''
She was serious. Even if they were Nightmares, seeing Hannah this livid was a nightmare for them. Not to mention Kyra's disappearance.
However, Nightmare didn't lose it and decided to simply tell her everything.
''I believe her and your father took her. He seemed to have been contacting her somehow.''
Hannah's eyes widened, anger replaced by fear. She fell on the ground.
We were forgotten here so much time ago.
Years like a grains of sand – too fast or maybe too slow?
We have no rest, well, ton of thanks for that joke.
Maybe we fell asleep for never awoke (awoke).
''N-no… It can't be. He's dead! He's supposed to be dead! Out of our lives!'' Hannah yelled. Plushtrap who had the note Kyra received the other day handed it to her. Hannah read it. ''Oh, God… why?!''
''We…''
''WHY DIDN'T SHE TELL ME?!'' Hannah screamed again.
''Calm down!'' Jack-O-Chica yelled at her. ''Could somebody fill us in?''
''Believe me, this really isn't the situation for such questions… Besides, had YOU pay attention, you'd know what's going on!'' Nightmare Bonnie said, pointing accusingly at the Halloween Nightmares.
Hannah ignored them, grabbing her phone. The first thing which came to her mind was calling the cops.
''911, what is your emergency?''
''H-hello, m-my sister was kidnapped!'' Hannah said in a shaking voice.
''Miss, what happened?''
''My sister was kidnapped by Jack Miller. He worked for the local police as a psychatrist and profiler. Please, you need to do something!''
Short silence. She heard somebody typing on the computer.
''Miss, are you sure? Jack Miller is dead. He died 18 years ago.'' The lady said. ''Have you even seen the kidnapping?''
''N-no, but…'' Hannah whimpered.
''What were you doing before your sister disappeared? How old is she?''
''18. We had a quarrel.'' Hannah bit her lip.
''Are you sure she didn't just leave to clear her head?''
Hannah felt tears streaming down her cheek. They didn't believe her.
''Please, don't prank us anymore. I wish you a good night.''
''No…''
Uncontrolled situation.
Zero chances for salvation.
Tons of years in aberration.
Pointless effort to creation.
Unacceptable condition
For performing of the mission.
Thirty years we're awaited.
Tell me, why we were created?
''They didn't believe it.'' Nightmare Foxy muttered.
''Are all cops here like idiots?!'' Nightmare Fredbear growled.
Hannah felt hopless.
''Why? Why… why did he come back? I thought he was gone. Gran Becky said he wouldn't return anymore…'' Hannah bit her lip. Blood appeared on her lip.
She felt hopless and desperate. She stood up and glared at them.
''Why didn't she tell me he's back?! WHY?!'' Hannah's voice was shaking.
She was begging them for an answer.
''We… we don't know. She told us to keep quiet about it.'' Nightmare Freddy admitted.
''Seriously? You thought that keeping quiet about it would make the situation better?'' Nightmarionne asked in a mocking manner.
''SHUT UP!'' Hannah screamed at Nightmarionne who promptly backed off, suddenly scared of her. Hannah looked at Nightmare. ''I'm listening.''
''She didn't want to share it because she felt bad about nobody telling her the truth earlier.'' Nightmare continued. ''She decided to take matter in her own hands.''
Plushtrap, who was standing next to him, nodded. He then handed her a flier.
''Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.'' Hannah stared at the flier as if she was looking at an alien. ''You want me to go there?''
Plushtrap nodded.
''She's been pretty secretive the past days. Perhaps it would be good that the guys at the pizzeria also know about it. It might be helpful.'' Nightmare added.
Hannah nodded. She felt so helpless she'd accept anything, any answer, any lead to the questions: where was Kyra?
XXx
Can't wait.
Gonna hate.
No more reason to complicate.
That can't be too late
'Cause our hope is desolate
No memory.
Broken dream is our destiny.
A lot of time was spending.
''Damnit!''
Springtrap slammed his fist on the table, snapping everyone out of their stunned silence. Hannah had just got in, half-yelling, half-crying in desperation, telling them how Kyra was kidnapped by Jack. No hello, no introduction. What she got were just stares and shocked expressions.
It felt like the time stopped until Springtrap responded. That's when Hannah realized that they won't help her.
They can't help her.
''Who-whoa, what's goin' on?!'' Foxy asked.
Hannah realized that they still didn't understand the situation.
''My baby sister has been kidnapped by my deranged father! How's that for clarity?!'' Hannah yelled at him. Foxy backed off, surprised by her attitude.
''H-hey, calm down, will ye?'' He muttered.
''I'm not calming down! I want my sister back!'' Hannah yelled. She broke down crying. ''I-I-I promised…''
She broke into fits of uncontrollable sobs.
Everyone was silent, staring. They didn't know what to do. They had no idea how to handle the situation.
They tried to make sense of it.
Kyra… was gone?
No way.
No more fray.
Endless madness and decay.
Mind where we're astray.
Night is leaving for new day.
We're face to face
With a mission fail
'Cause there is no place
For hopeless happy ending.
''What happened?'' Freddy asked Nightmare in the most quiet way he managed.
''She and Hannah had a fight, she snapped and ran into the forest. Hannah only found the flashlight, so we figured out he got kindapped by You-Know-Who.'' Nightmare then looked at Hannah.
''This… is not good.'' Toy Chica muttered.
''No, this is horrible! We need to do something!'' Chica told her and to everyone else. They all agreed on it.
''And what are you gonna do?''
A calm voice interruped their planning. They all stared back at Springtrap.
''You have no idea where she is. You cannot find her. You can't even go out of here.'' Springtrap told them. ''What are you going to do?''
''We won't just stand here doing nothing. There has to be a hint or something. I believe we can save her.'' Puppet said. ''We just need…''
''Need what?'' Springtrap growled.
Puppet shut up.
''That's what I thought.'' Springtrap frowned. ''You can't save her. You couldn't save them either.''
We tried to save them, tried to find the way.
We built these simulations, waiting every day.
Fate has a sense of humor, but it's too bad:
End of the Earth, Mankind's extinct and people are dead.
''Why are you bringing that up?'' Freddy asked, frowning.
''Because it's the truth. You were never heros. You'll never manage to save her.'' Springtrap said.
Those words hit them hard. The Animatronics felt rage. How dares he,… he who killed…
''No.'' Freddy replied firmly. ''We need to help her. We need to get her back. We need to save her.''
''You. Can't.'' Springtrap glared at him.
''How can you say things like that?!'' Toy Bonnie yelled at him.
''Stop preaching false hope!'' Springtrap yelled at him. ''You all know it as much as I do. You can't do anything in this situation. You all pretended that everything was rainbows and sunshines, decieveing yourselves. Just continue, it's not like you were of any use.''
''Stop it!'' Mangle yelled at him.
''Why should I stop? I'm just saying the truth.'' Springtrap's eyes were glowing. ''I had some idea this would happen. This guy was probably stalking her for ages, knowing probably every bit of her routine. Once she snapped – boom – she was gone. Just like that. Besides, you already saw what happened. He got inside the restaurant without anyone knowing. The only reason you actually knew he was near was because I saw him. Either way, you wouldn't have know about his existence.''
Uncontrolled situation.
Zero chances for salvation.
Tons of years in aberration.
Pointless effort to creation.
Searching for the resolution.
Need for latest contribution.
No more power for resistance.
We'll have a rest in nonexistence.
Hannah meanwhile stopped crying, listening to Springtrap's rant. It was really a hopeless situation. She felt a part of her breaking. It weren't only the Animatronics, but she was also lying to herself, all the time.
''You're locked inside your little perfect world. News check: reality is ugly.'' Springtrap said. ''Kyra at least knew it.''
''What did she say?'' Hannah asked.
''What do you know? You refused to tell her the truth.'' Springtrap mocked her.
Hannah lowered her head, shaking. They all were.
They never realized that their world was a lie.
''After all, she did finish her job here.'' Springtrap added. ''She wasn't supposed to stay here anymore, which means you're not supposed to help her.''
''And what if we want to?'' Goldie asked.
''Again – YOU CAN'T.'' Springtrap said. ''Only Kyra can help herself.''
''What?'' Hannah stared at him.
''She's a smart kid. If she believed her old man wanted something else from her, then I'm pretty sure she was right.'' Springtrap replied. ''However, what I am interested in is why her old man wants her? And what did he do so that even speaking about him was a crime in your family?''
''Why are you asking her that? She's already in a bad condition.'' Toy Freddy protested.
''Shut up!'' Springtrap growled. He then looked at Hannah, who was still shaking.
Can't wait.
Gonna hate.
No more reason to complicate.
That can't be too late
'Cause our hope is desolate
No memory.
Broken dream is our destiny.
A lot of time was spending.
''I…'' Hannah took a deep breath. What was the point of keeping it a secret? It won't bring her sister back after all. ''He abused me. Psychologically.''
''How?'' Springtrap asked.
''He said I was a bad girl, imperfect. He'd always yell at me if I did something the wrong way, but has never touched me, except the few times he slapped me for failing something. He said he was ashamed of me being his imperfect daughter. At some points, he would praise me, only to tell me it was some sort of experiment to see my reaction. I always would be lulled in that false sense of trust and then be broken again.''
''Okay… anything else?'' Springtrap asked, recieving several What the hell are you doing? looks from the rest.
''He also abused my mum. Saying how she was sick and how she needed him. She believed it, every word of it. She told me she used him to get revenge on my over-controlling grandmother. Apparently, they married young. She just wanted revenge.'' Hannah paused. ''Although, she tried to protect me as much as she could from him, but she was a mess as much as I was. Torn between her defiance towards gran Becky and her attempt to protect me from my father. Do you have any idea how much it hurts when you're four years old and you're told you're sick in your head?''
''Probably not.'' Springtrap muttered.
''I hated him. I was afraid, but I hated him. I would cry every night. Some time at that age, I really began seeing ghosts, as every Messenger.'' Hannah muttered. ''I really believed it.''
''And Kyra? Why has he fixated on her?'' Springtrap asked.
Hannah stared at him.
Can't wait.
Gonna hate.
No more reason to complicate.
That can't be too late
'Cause our hope is desolate
No memory.
Broken dream is our destiny.
A lot of time was spending.
''I don't know. My mum finally got divorced when he left me in the forest behind our house for the entire night, just to see if I was smart enough to find my way out. He left.'' Hannah said. ''Then she found out she was pregnant with Kyra and he returned back. He claimed that Kyra would be his perfect little daughter. We couldn't do much against him as he had ties in the police and they would cover him. My grandparents were livid and grandpa threatened him a lot of times. Finally he left. But after Kyra's birth, he returned, saying he'll take custody of her. He threatened mum that he'll get her to the court and claim she was unstable go raise a child, with me being the prime example.''
Hannah clenched her fists, forming crescent marks on her palms.
''I dunno what happened. All I knew is that there was a big argument and that he left, claiming he'd get Kyra. He tried to kidnap her several times, but failed due to somebody always being inside, ready to beat him up.'' Hannah sighed. ''Then… he disappeared. We heard he died.''
She smiled.
''We had a literal celebration, after gran Becky made sure his ghost wasn't in this realm anymore.'' Hannah bit her already bloody lip. ''Kyra was so young… not even a year old. She didn't know of anything. And I promised my mum I'd always make sure she was safe. I didn't want her to go through the same. I tried to be the protective older sister, but she was quite stubborn.''
She looked at them.
No way.
No more fray.
Endless madness and decay.
Mind where we're astray.
Night is leaving for new day.
We're face to face
With a mission fail
'Cause there is no place
For hopeless happy ending.
''Mum and gran Becky made me swear I'd never talk about him again, especially not in front of Kyra. Grandpa was against it, feeling it would be better that she knew what happened, but gran Becky had the main word. I tried to forget, but I'd wake up, having nightmares and would always run to her crib, making sure she was okay. Sometimes, I thought I'd see him in the forest, but I blew it off. He was dead, wasn't he? I shouldn't care.'' Hannah lower her head. ''I wish I did. I wish I did!''
''And from what she told me, you slowly grew apart.'' Springtrap muttered. ''And now he's back, to finally take her.''
His eyes glew.
''His beloved daughter.''
xXx
You will never
Receive this message
It will roam the stars long after we're all gone
No one'll remember us
But maybe you should know
Was I successful, my little one?
''Ugh,…''
Kyra coughed, rubbing her nose. The sharp smell still remained. She realized the cloth was soaked in chloroform, which knocked her out.
''Eww… now what?'' she looked around the room.
She was sitting on a small bed. There were no windows, but a small air-vent. There were also two doors. One was coated in steel, while the other was wooden. It led to a small bathroom with a toilet, a sink and a shower. There was also small LED lamps above her head and she could change the strength of it. Well, at least she had light. She tried to look through the key-hole, but the room on the other side was dark.
You will never
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She sighed.
She didn't panic at all, as she knew this would've happened some time. He was searching for her and now he got her. All she could do was to wait.
Suddenly, she heard steps. They were coming closer.
She quickly turned the lights off and hid in the corner, hoping she could somehow trick him.
The door knob juggled.
It will roam the stars long after we're all gone
No one'll remember us
She stared at the door as it slowly opened.
A figure came inside, staring at her, with a shiny object being reflected by the dim light from outside.
Kyra recognized it as a pocket switch-blade.
The figure grinned.
''Hi, Kyrie!''
But maybe you should know
Was I successful, my little one?
