It's been a few days, huh?
God, I do so much procrastinating. I don't know how often I'll update, but I'll try at least once a month for sure. Also, here's a warning for this chapter.
WARNING!
This chapter will contain blood, graphic depictions of gore, and major character death! If you do not wish to read such scenes, please skip to the next chapter when you reach the warning I will post during the chapter.
END WARNING
Anyways, I hope you enjoy reading!
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Desmeon - Undone (feat. Steklo)
"I won't forget your last betray,
I'll never forget this day"
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Since Harry didn't hear anyone in the building before, you would be right to think that he was surprised when he saw a somewhat tall and thin figure with a flashlight at the end of the hall. In the dim lighting it looked as if the person was wearing a uniform of some kind, though Harry wasn't entirely certain. When the figure stepped closer, the shiny badge on his chest caught Harry's eye. Across the face of the Fredbear-shaped badge was the word 'Security.' Harry quickly felt his surprise turn to relief.
"Hello? Can you help me get out of here?" he called. He saw the man turn his flashlight towards him and come closer as he stayed in place. Hopefully he would be on his way back to the Dursleys before he would miss any school on Monday.
The last time Uncle Vernon had left him somewhere alone like this the school's secretary had called him, asking about why Harry was missing class after he hadn't shown up that morning. Vernon had gotten in his car a minute later only to find Harry a few streets away after having walked back to Little Whinging after being left somewhere a few kilometers away the night before. He had yelled at Harry to get in the car and drove him up to the school building after telling him harshly that as a 'no good freak' he shouldn't expect such generosity next time, driving back to Number 4 to enjoy the rest of his day off.
"Hey! What's a kid like you doing in here?" The guard questioned, gazing down upon Harry. Up close the man was much taller than he was, and Harry found himself suddenly uncomfortable in the man's presence.
"W-well you see, sir, my relatives left me here today when I fell asleep near the arcade machines," Harry started, "and now I'm locked in here and
Ihavetogetbacksoonbeforemyuncledecidestonotletmebackinatall." He had rushed his words together at the end, but the man didn't seem to notice.
"...Okay," the man started slowly, "I'm not allowed to open the main entrance at night, but I do know of a different way out. You'll have to follow me though; kids aren't supposed to be in here after we close and It's my job on the line if there's someone in here after hours."
Harry took barely a moment to think, quickly saying, "Thank you sir, I promise I'll stay close." The guard nodded, and started walking past the stage. Harry followed, the lack of light making him uneasy. It wasn't like the darkness of his cupboard that he was used to; it felt darker, more sinister. Harry shuddered and tried to ignore the feeling, instead opting to keep close to the security guard.
Soon they neared a door that the guard unlocked, telling him to stay put. Harry could see it was made of a heavy metal, which would make sense if the door led outside. You wouldn't want anyone to just break down the door after all, and so Harry didn't think anything of it. Then the door swung open.
"Here," the guard said, "that's your way out." It was dark, and Harry couldn't see any light through the door. It was then that he noticed there wasn't an exit sign above the door. Eyes widening, he turned and was about to run when the guard made his move. Grabbing Harry's arm, he dragged him, struggling, inside the room, making sure the door closed behind him. With a click, Harry heard the latch over the door fall shut, trapping him in the room with the man who had tricked him. As the lights turned on to reveal a small room, Harry saw the glint of a blade in the man's other hand.
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WARNING!
Do not read the rest of this chapter if you are unable to handle a death scene with graphic depictions of blood and gore!
You have been warned.
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Then the man swung. The blade pierced Harry's side, his thrashing having been enough to move to the left slightly, but not enough to avoid injury. He cried out in pain. This was so, so much worse than the time Dudley's pal Malcolm had scratched him with a piece of glass. He could feel the blade being ripped out, then he collapsed on the ground after the man let go of his arm. Breathing heavily and crying, Harry held his side, trying to inch away from the man he had so recently trusted, but to no avail.
Then the man stepped closer, his pale face and short, dark hair in sharp contrast to each other under the harsh light. Tears streaming down his face, Harry could feel the pain in his side sharply, a sticky and hot sensation. His hands were already covered in dark red blood, and Harry was starting to feel lightheaded. Then the second strike came, this one hitting true to its target. Screaming, he could feel the white-hot pain as his stomach was pierced by the blade, a new wound leaking blood at a faster rate than the old. When the blade was wrenched out a few moments later, Harry's vision was spotty, but he could see the eyes above him hone in on his pain.
A smile came to the horrible man's lips, and his eyes were a chilling pit of endless black.
"Ha! You thought this was a way out?" The man gloated, squatting in front of him. Harry could barely feel anything anymore, there was so much blood on his hands and stomach he didn't think there was any left inside of him. "Let me tell you something," the man leaned in and grinned wickedly, "Once this is over, no one is ever going to find your body. I'll make sure of that."
And with that, the man dragged him through the room once again. This time, however, Harry wasn't able to do anything to try and get away. He was thrown against the wall with a dull thud, and the man walked away after a clipped "Stay here." Looking down at his wounds with puffy eyes, Harry expected to see ripped flesh, but to his surprise, there was only a… a small cut? The blood loss must have gotten to him already and addled his brains. He had just been stabbed, twice! Yet there were only a few small cuts presented amongst a blood-covered middle when he had hurriedly lifted his shirt before pulling it back down before the man came back.
And come back he did. After what was about two minutes, but to Harry felt like thirty seconds, the security guard came back dragging something from the corner of the room. It was a costume for an animatronic like Fredbear outside, but smaller and with longer ears on it's head. It matched one of the characters from the poster, Harry realized somewhat distantly. Then it hit him. The costume was empty inside.
"Still alive I see." The man stated, annoyed. Then he shrugged. "Oh well, I suppose it won't matter in a few minutes anyways."
"P-please," Harry choked out, "please don't. If you let me go, I won't tell, I swear!" He was getting hysterical at the end, but too weak to move and stand up.
"Shut. Up." The man frowned, glaring at Harry. Then he moved over him, picking him up from under his arms. "In you get." Then Harry was placed into the torso of the sitting costume. His legs had slid into the holes in the legs of the suit, leaving his arms next. As the man jammed Harry's arms into the suit's, Harry couldn't help but think, 'Is this it? Am I going to die like this? No friends- not even the Dursleys are going to know that I'm dead.' Then came the head. The rest of the suit was already bloody from contact with his clothes, but there was at least extra room in the to keep the cold mechanical parts from touching him. The head had little extra room however, and Harry could feel the metal press against his cheeks and the back of his neck when it was slid over his head.
With a sense of finality, the man stepped back, admiring his work. Then he picked up a tool from the ground.
"There. Fortunately, It'll only be a few minutes of shutting off the cameras until I can come back for the body. Unfortunately for you, this is the end. Goodbye." The man gave a darkened grin, stepping closer to the suit with Harry inside. Then he stuck the strangely shaped piece of metal into one of the shoulders of the costume and twisted. He then left after hearing an odd thunk, a satisfied look on his face. As the door closed, Harry heard another, smaller click come from the suit he was stuck in.
Then the first piece came loose.
It was agonizing, how the locks in the suit let loose the metal parts that sliced into his bodyfrom every angle. First it was one arm, then the other. He could feel the metal crush his bones and destroy the nerves, blood leaking from between the joints. Then the sudden, pain-filled movements caused by the destruction of his arms made the locks holding the legs fail. This time the pain was, if possible, worse. It was horrible, how Harry saw blood drip onto the floor from his arms and mix with the dark pool growing beneath him. At this point there were also small pieces of his flesh in the pool, his limbs having been maimed and ripped apart horribly, crushed bones not withstanding. And just when he thought he couldn't take anymore of this, pieces of the metal endoskeleton impaled his chest. As he choked on his own blood, he saw his vision going dark. His lungs were torn apart like tissue paper, and he blacked out, unconscious, just as the mechanics in the head failed to keep the metal parts pressed against the suit.