The night has come.
The clock will soon announce the witching hour.
Soon, the anger and pain these little souls experienced will be used as strings, to puppet the metal skeletons.
They will try once more, to get revenge on their perpetrator.
The clock starts ringing.
They wait for the 12th strike, to announce their return from oblivion.
1st, 2nd, 3rd.
Jeremy started to see once more, trapped in the body, oh so similar to his killer's disguise. The body he was stuffed into, to be hidden away from his mother and father. He could see the camera, it was active. Good. It meant that this time someone was here. These last few nights He left. They were even scared he left for good. But now it was clear he was back.
4th, 5th, 6th.
Susie could now move the plastic fingers. She couldn't feel anything. Not the plastic she wore nor the metal bones she used. She would never again feel the warmth of her puppy, that she used to love so much. Would she see it again once she was freed? Was it waiting for her at the golden gates? There was only one way to find out. And it was through making Him feel their pain.
7th,8th,9th.
Fritz, could now speak, but not with a voice of his own. The voice he lost when a knife was run across his throat. The voice he tried to use to call for help. At this point, he used the pirate's voice for so long that he couldn't even remember what he used to sound like. They didn't need a voice to communicate. There was this innate...understanding as Sammy put it. If he was to hear his voice once more, he'll have to make Him scream.
10th,11th.
Gabriel could now move. He was the 3rd, the one killed during his birthday. The anger still boiling and waiting for release he desired for so long. They've gotta make their move, make sure it was the Purple Man. Then they would be freed. they would no longer be stuck here. But, would he meet his parents? Are they still out there, looking for him? Or will he have to wait to meet them in their second life? No time to ponder, they only had Six hours to outwit him and make him pay. They had to get Him.
12th time the clock struck. The time has come.
Somewhere, in a room no one could see, Evan laid on the floor. He could tell the others were ready to strike. All of them could. But he knew it wouldn't work. It never did. Their killer wasn't there. He left years ago. He didn't care for the one in the office. Gabriel and Fritz kept assuring everyone else that they had to keep trying. That eventually they'd be free. Susie and Jeremy were less willing to keep repeating the cycle. The last time they thought they got him, they only found out that the night guard was simply an innocent man. And Sammy just watched it all happen. He no longer tried to attack Him anymore. He just felt guilt, for all of those they had killed, seeking freedom.
Even if they got Him, it wouldn't free Evan. Sammy and the others were killed by Him. If they got Him, good for them, they could be happy once more. But he wouldn't be free.
Everyone on the other side, the world outside this damned place thought that 5 children went missing at Freddy's. They were partially right. Five children did die here. But only four went missing.
He wasn't one of them, he wasn't killed by a cruel stranger.
No, he was killed by a familiar face. Someone he used to love. Someone he used to look up to.
But then, out of nowhere, he started tormenting him. He locked him in the room where he now laid. The room that brought him so many sleepless nights.
And then, on the day that should be his happiest, they decided to give the birthday boy a "suprise". Of course, he called it an accident. He cried, he begged for Evan to be alright. As if it wasn't his fault that the crying child died, in fear and pain, with the sound of their mocking laughs and the crushing spring-locks being the last he ever heard.
But now, he was no longer helpless. He was no longer some weak, crying coward. He was the 2nd most powerful out of all of them. Maybe he was even stronger than Sammy. His rage and sadness made him nigh invincible. Even if he could not move a single joint, he could go anywhere in this place. Even if his body's music box was long ago dispatched, he could make it clear It was Him. And if his dear old brother ever came back to the dingy old office.
He will make him beg like he made him do so long ago.