Author's Notes:

Most of this chapter was Corona Pax's work. Enjoy!

Chapter 119

Hedy's Game

Michael let Spring stare at him a second after midnight struck.

"Still feeling a little twitchy, Springy?"

Spring had an oddly unreadable expression this time around, but Michael chalked it up to the rabbit resigning himself to his fate.

You won't get her. Spring said a moment later as Michael stretched out Spring's painful joints and springs.

He had to pause for a moment and laugh, his voice distorted through Spring's. Yes, maybe he dragged it on too long and maybe he made a few mistakes, but Wiggy couldn't last forever, He'd catch her and kill her, eventually. He was sure of it.

Spring didn't bother to say anything else.

Good. Stick to that hopelessness. It's what you're good at.

Michael left the closet Spring had futilely locked himself in. Why did he even bother? The locks were easy to break. That made four closets already.

Probably pissed off some staff. Like he gave a fuck.

The second he stepped out into the hallway; however, the hop in his step at knowing that ugly waste of a helium tank couldn't drag him around went out of him like a gut punch. Something was...different.

Michael didn't like "different." Not now, especially.

"Ladies and Gentlemen and elsewise!"

Michael startled at Hedy's voice over the speakers. His head jerked up to look at the ceiling.

"And whatever the hell Michael is- Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizzaria: a magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life. Fazbear Entertainment is not responsible for damage to property or person."

What the fuck was she doing?

"Upon discovery of damage or if death has occurred, a missing person's report will be filed within ninety days or as soon as property and premises have been thoroughly cleaned and bleached and the carpets have been replaced.' Blah, blah, blah…" There was a smile in her voice. "Bit past ninety days for you, eh Michael?"

Michael looked at a camera and smirked. "You sound confident, Wiggy."

"You ever played video games, Michael?" Hedy asked.

"Hey."

Michael jumped and looked behind him to see the new night guard.

Mike leaned on a wall and waved a little.

Michael glared at the idiot. "You're stupider than I thought. I don't really care about you, you know kid? You made a big mistake sticking around; getting in my way."

Mike shrugged. He inspected the broom-less broomstick he was holding."I got a question"

Michael stopped, confused.

The night guard continued nonplussed without even looking up from the stick. "Did you put a lot of thought into becoming a ghost?"

Michael stared at him. "What?"

The young man looked up and gestured vaguely at Springtrap. "I bet the decision really haunts you, huh?"

It took Michael a minute. "You motherfu-"

The broomstick whipped out so fast. For a moment, Michael swiped to grab it before he realized the guy wasn't aiming for him. The stick smacked into the wall tiling. Everything slowed down.

Moments later a massive amount of glitter dumbed down on Michael's head from the ceiling while several cannons shot him from both sides of the hall.

It was a lot of glitter. At least as much as could fit in a 30 gallon trashcan. It flowed over the possessed animatronic and collected at his feet like he was in the bottom of an hourglass, wiggling its way into every nook and cranny.

"You don't like glitter?" Mike asked, stepping back as Michael swung blindly. "Huh. I really thought that would lift your spirits."

Michael lunged for him, but bits of glitter were sticking to the glass of Spring's eyes and he couldn't see a damn thing.

Mike danced out of the way easily, leading Michael farther down the hall. "Wow, you're really stumbling all over the place. Can't handle your boo's?"

Michael growled. Another step later and he nearly tripped on a wire. He heard the sound of aerosol.

Automated sprayers installed in the ceiling activated. Michael expected paint, not a colorless thick mist that coated him.

"Gorilla glue," Mike explained, seconds before another tub of glitter fell on Michael.

Ginny still had some semblance of awareness in Goldy's poster. The two of them sat across each other in the empty dark two-dimensional space.

Goldy had her eyes closed, her back straight and legs crossed as much as her body would allow. She looked almost like she was meditating. She wasn't relaxed, though. Both of them were tense and bracing for the moment someone broke the salt circle around the poster. Not that that would do a whole lot. Someone still had to look at the poster for Ginny to be automatically summoned. But if she was out, she'd still be able to do something. Like hunt around with the others. She wasn't as good at sensing everything that happened in the building like Goldy.

"This isn't going to last ya know," Ginny muttered, her voice oddly toned in this plane of existence.

Goldy didn't answer.

"I'm gonna get out eventually and…"

"Why?" Goldy asked softly, not opening her eyes.

"What?"

"Why are you still doing this?"

"We have to close this stupid place down!"

Goldy cracked open one eye and stared at Ginny. It was hard to tell what she was thinking.

"Specific question, then. What on earth do you hope to gain by killing Hedy? She's your friend. I know you don't care about Mike. Or even Jeremy, that much. But getting out to go after Hedy seems like the only thing on your mind."

"Get out of my head!'

"Just returning the favor," Goldy said softly, closing her eyes again.

It was very quiet. Neither of them even breathed and there was no air to even shift in the poster. But there was still background noise. There was a quiet hum of electricity from the building and a humming that wasn't quite anything but the building itself. The humming would shift every so often, reacting to something happening outside.

"It's not fair…" Ginny murmured.

Goldy didn't say anything.

"I didn't get to grow up with Wiggy," Ginny said bitterly. "How is that right?"

"It's not."

Ginny paused, but Goldy didn't say anything else.

"She's so different," Ginny said, the anger washing out of her, replaced by pain. "She's not my best friend anymore. I got some memories back the longer she's been here. We used to crawl through a secret hole in the fence behind my mommy's rose bushes to get between our backyards. We'd play in my playhouse under a big tree. Jeremy taught us how to keep caterpillars in jars and feed them so they could turn into crysa...kissa…"

"Chrysalis," Goldy supplied.

"...Then we'd let them go as butterflies." Ginny hugged her knees and looked off into the empty space, ignoring some of the wreckage she had left Goldy with the previous night. Goldy kept a lot of stuff in her poster. "I wonder if Wiggy still kept butterflies after I died."

"You could ask her."

"..."

"I still don't understand why you want to kill her."

"So that Michael won't-"

"I know that's not really why you're doing this. There's something else…"

"I don't need to tell you anything."

"True. But I know you get lonely in here with nothing to do. We used to talk like this all time during night six. At least until you dragged me out."

Ginny looked away and pouted.

"Fine," Goldy shrugged and closed her eyes again.

Ginny didn't speak until she couldn't stand the hum of the building anymore.

"I want my best friend back," Ginny whispered. "It's not fair Ruby's her best friend now. It's not fair she got to grow up and do stuff a-and have her family. I just...I want her back…"

"And you think she's going to go back to being the friend you want if she's a ghost too." It wasn't a question.

Ginny hugged herself tighter and stared off. Some part of her knew it was wrong. She knew it was a stupid hope. But she didn't have much else but a tiny bit of hope when she could manage it.

"It's not going to work out like that, Ginny," Goldy said.

"You don't know!"

"Yes I do," Goldy snapped.

Ginny reared back in shock at Goldy talking back to her.

"I do," Goldy said. "You really think dying is what Hedy would want? You don't think she might snap like you? What if she loses it and hates you for killing her just as much as you hate Michael and night guards?"

"She'll get over it...eventually…"

"You didn't. We're still here, Ginny. Felix and Fredrick and the others are still out there doing the same things over and over again and it just makes me so very very sad that you keep making the same choices over and over again."

"Shut UP!"

One of Goldy's books flew into the "air" and exploded, ripped in half with hundreds of papers "fluttering" around them.

Goldy's face twisted in pain. That was the last of the Harry Potter books Ruby got her.

Ginny might have actually felt a little bad. It was strange. She had broken Goldy's stuff before over the years, but for some reason it was harder this week. She shook her head, but didn't touch the pages.

Goldy could collect them. She had big binder clips around here somewhere…

"At least…" Goldy whispered. "If worst comes to worst, please don't do to Hedy what you made me do to Scott."

"I wouldn't-!"

"That's what you said about Scott."

Benji was the closest to"out of breath" he had been in years. Everything hurt. Bonnie's joints were strained from dodging the swinging water balloons Hedy or someone had set up in a hallway.

They weren't freely swinging. It seemed like Hedy had used her robotics experience to rig motors to swing the death balloons around in a very orchestrated fashion. There was no space to really dodge them and every time they thought one missed, another came from a different direction. And it wasn't one or two either. Hundreds dropped from the ceiling, creating the effect of a hallway turned into some bubbly automatic car wash from hell.

Mangle and Chi were watching from the end of the hallway, laughing at him and Felix as the ghosts struggled to fight through the mess.

It wasn't water in the massive balloons that would swing into them like a punch. It was some kind of disgusting, clear-ish slime that was incredibly slippery.

"There's one tv show Ruby and I both really like. Did I ever show you guys Mythbusters?" Hedy said over the loudspeakers. "There was one episode where they were testing if someone could realistically slip on a banana peel. In the right conditions, sure. But they always like to take things a step further. The slipperiest thing they could find was this 'animal birthing agent.' Farmers use it. It was kinda handy that Jeremy knows a farmer who was willing to give us so much at such a short notice."

Felix screamed in rage. "Where are you!? This is cheating Hed-AH!" He was cut off as a balloon exploded over his face and he hit the ground again as he slipped.

"Heh. It really isn't."

Mangle and Chi resumed their peals of laughter as Chi shakily held up Goldy's camera.

"I can't…." Chi giggled.

"Where is she!?" Felix screamed at the Toys while Benji focused more on trying to wiggle across the floor into the clear.

Unfortunately for him, Bonnie's large frame didn't really let him. He just succeeded in getting more of the slime on him.

Benji hadn't been able to find Hedy anywhere, and she was talking too much in the speakers for them to not have heard her somewhere. There wasn't even any sign of her. She found a good hiding place. But it was strange. There was no trace of her.

Felix probably didn't notice, but Benji did. The layout was weird. The halls were in the wrong place. It was a little weird how no one else noticed. Frederick might have. This hall was supposed to be a dead end except for a party room, for example. Instead, Mangle and Chi had a T intersection they could run down when Felix and him finally got out of the slime machine.

Hedy had done something, and that small part of him that really didn't dare stand up to the other kids was incredibly relieved. He couldn't admit it, though. Not even to himself.

Mangle and Chi suddenly trailed off with their laughing. They both tilted their heads as if listening to something.

"Ok sure," Mangle said as Chi nodded at a camera. The fox tugged uncomfortably on one of her ears a little, as if something was lodged in the mechanics.

The two took off down one of the halls.

Frederick did notice that the building was weird. There were missing rooms. Hallways that were way too long. The hall to the guard office was at a sharp angle instead of straight. It didn't make any sense. The place seemed so much larger and he could barely hear anyone else in the distance.

He grunted. What was going-?!

His thoughts were cut off as the floor opened up beneath him into a slide, suspiciously like the one Ruby had when going against Springtrap. He skidded and fought not to fall in but Freddy was just too heavy and a little too clumsy.

He screamed as the surface abruptly ended and he crashed into the Fazbear's Fright office. He twisted around, but the ceiling looked completely normal as he caught the last glimpse of the entire thing slotting back into place. How…

He was all the way across the building.

"Sorry," Hedy's voice came over the speaker in that room. She didn't sound sorry. "You were getting a little too close to Jeremy, and he wasn't done with his trap. I'd rather you not get anywhere near my brother, Ricky."

Frederick froze as he got up. No one had really called him 'Ricky' in a few years.

"Speaking of brothers, did you know Ruby's little foster brother's name is Ricky? I met him again the other day. I had forgotten that's what we used to call you when you complained about you and Freddy kinda having the same name."

Fredrick didn't say anything for a moment.

"You're making this very hard, Wiggy," he said softly after a moment of looking around the horror attraction uncomfortably. He and the other kids didn't like coming to the place that was basically using their deaths as entertainment. He glanced at the blinking red light from the camera.

"Well I hope so."

"We...we won't hurt you…"

"You're trying to kill me. Ricky. How is that not hurting me?"

"I mean...I mean it won't hurt. I promise."

"It's so sad you don't seem to realize how horrible that sounds," Hedy said. There was a faint feedback screech and her tone changed. "You're clear, BB."

Fredrick blinked. "What are you doing?"

"Playing to my strengths," Hedy said. "I'm in a room you can't get to, playing the strategist. I made a mistake trying to be actively involved, and the bots and the guys suffered for it. True it makes me helpless if something goes wrong, but I'm in a position to make sure it doesn't go wrong."

Fredrick stared at the camera. Hesitantly, without a word, he grabbed the fan from the desk and walked over to the camera.

Hedy watched from her computer as he swung at the camera, before it went black. She sighed. Something to fix in the morning.

How can we keep them from destroying the cameras?

The building didn't really know. It was basing everything off of whatever she wanted.

It did seem to find a solution after a moment though. A tablet dropped into her lap. It wasn't the security tablet, she'd actually never seen it before.

It took her a moment, staring at the screen to figure it out.

"Wait. Ruby put spy cameras everywhere?!"

After a second of thought, she really wasn't surprised.

Hedy sighed. Don't look a gift horse in the mouth.

She watched Fredrick, from a different angle, as he left Fright's guard room. She laughed.

"Ruby put a camera in one of the desk plushies," she snickered. She flicked through, using the other cameras to keep an eye on everyone else.

She connected to Jeremy's radio.

"Hey, are you done with that tripwire?" she asked.

She watched Jeremy put a finger up to his ear.

"Yeah. What now?"

"Cheryl's near you. I don't want you baiting her. Go down the hallway to your left then take the third left turn you run into."

"How the hell did you do this? The place is a maze, Hedy."

"It's weird. I know," Hedy said. "The building."

"Hedddy…"

"Hold on, Jeremy. Just go down that hall," Hedy switched channels. "What's wrong, Toby?"

"This thing is hurting again."

"I'm sorry. The receiver is probably pressed against some wires," Hedy said. "I can't fix it right now. Just try not to rub your head too much. You can try turning the volume down. See if that helps."

The rabbit groaned.

Hedy sighed. "You want Puppet to get to it?"

Toby paused for a moment. "...yeah."

It must really be bothering him.

"Okay, I'll send him your way."

"I'm done with resetting that glitter flood thing. I can go to where he is?" Toby rubbed the side of his head against his shoulder without thinking. The tiny 2-way radio Hedy put in his head was important, he knew, but he didn't have to like it.

"No. Puppet is staying close to my hiding spot. I don't want you accidentally leading anyone close to me. You hear us, Mari?"

"Yes."

"Okay, head toward where you think the guard office is and let me know when you're about halfway there."

Puppet gave an affirmation, not happy about leaving his little patrol near Hedy's position.

Hedy hummed and pressed a button that let a recording of BB's voice lure Michael through the halls.

Felix and Cheryl unknowingly came into the hallway that Jeremy had just left. But they could tell someone was just there.

Felix glared at the trip wires that weren't hidden but it looked like that wouldn't matter. They wouldn't be able to avoid them anyway.

"AGH!" he shouted, kicking a wall.

Cheryl flinched and looked away. She was always nervous when one of the others lost their temper around her. She watched Felix cautiously before poorly fighting back a yawn. She yawned sometimes. She shouldn't need to as a ghost or an animatronic, but it was so hard to stay awake. At the same time, it was so hard to sleep. She couldn't. She was exhausted all the time, but she didn't sleep.

She just wanted this all to be over already. She had been awake for so long...

Felix paced, angrily muttering. He punched the wall and Cheryl flinched again. He seemed to notice this time.

"Sorry…" he said, but it was so empty and for once he didn't mean it to be. He kept pacing, growling with Foxy's voice. "This is stupid. Why is she helping?!"

"Who?" Cheryl murmured.

"Jeremy! The night guards!" Felix shouted at the ceiling. "Her brother let this happen to us! It's not fair! Someone needs to pay and she's helping them."

Cheryl rubbed one of Chica's eyes. "She loves her big brother. And Wiggy's super nice…"

Felix scoffed. "You never know what's going on…"

Cheryl glared at him. "I know what we're doing. We don't want Springtrap to hurt Hedy. But ya don't gotta be mad about it."

"Yes I do!" Felix snapped and there almost seemed to be a crack in his voice. He leaned against a wall and gripped Foxy's ears as if it was his hair. "I thought she would understand. She saw what Mr. Michael..." He trailed off. "Purple Guy will hurt her so much. We can't let that happen. And she won't just leave. Worse she won't let us get the place closed. With the night guard gone, Michael is just going to do to other kids what he did to us. Why can't she get that?! Why is she stopping us?!"

"Maybe-"

"You don't get it! You died first Cheryl! Purple Guy was nice killing you," Felix shouted, unable to really pick a name for Michael. "You know what Benji's been doing? He's been breaking Bonnie on purpose. He says he's mad at Bonnie, but he's a bad liar. I think Benji doesn't want to kill Wiggy and he's being stupid. Breaking Bonnie, like that's gonna scare her off." He got up to pace again.

"You know who's fault this is? Ruby!" That might have been the first time he'd actually said her name. "Stupid Ruby and her stupid deals! She's probably not gonna come back and we're just gonna be stuck doing this trying to keep Springtrap from hurting more kids and we can't do that if Hedy won't let us! More kids are gonna die and it's gonna be her fault if we don't do something! That's why we gotta kill her. To save her from Springtrap hurting her, and so that other kids don't die because she's stupid."

"What if Ruby comes back?" Cheryl whispered, derailing his train of thought.

Felix froze. His face twisted into a sneer. "I hate her. She did this."

"Well she kind of stopped Michael too," she pointed out timidly and then flinched when Felix rounded on her.

"No! She's done nothing but cause trouble since she got here! We could have had this place closed down ages ago if it weren't for her!" he punched the wall again and Cheryl flinched when she heard something snap.

Felix stilled and looked down at Foxy's hand thoughtfully. "If she does come back, I know just the way to get back at her for what she did."

Cheryl took an unconscious step back at his dark tone.

"Felix?"

She cut off as oil splattered the floor.

Hedy, in her hidden, doorless, little room, covered her mouth, trying not to throw up or bite her tongue.