Why the hell wouldn't he pick up?
I call and call, and still, I couldn't get a hold of my boss. Jamming my cell back into a pocket, I blew out a frustrated sigh. I figured that my boss must be deep in another Fazbear's location, like I thought before. This meant that it was highly likely that I would be on my own for my next shift without any input about the broken-down Spring Bonnie suddenly being able to move.
Really, my boss could have warned me of the possibility.
My next decision was that I would have to be well prepared for my third night at Fazbear's Fright. I didn't doubt that Spring Bonnie might still be shambling around, and I did not want to find out what a broken-down animatronic rabbit did when they found someone.
But first...I needed to go home and attempt to get some rest before making plans to prepare before my next shift. I barely got to my bed before I managed to drop off, resting easier from the surprise that had been Spring Bonnie.
I did not hear the window open, and even if I had, I would have written it off as my tired mine playing tricks on me.
After several hours of fitful rest, I woke and stayed awake. I guess it was time to make up that list, of what I wanted to bring with me for my third night in Fazbear's Fright. I didn't know what Spring Bonnie wanted from me. It sure didn't seem to act like any animatronics that I had read up on before. The thought stayed with me throughout my shopping trip, and all the way back to my small apartment.
The waving had been the worst, like Spring Bonnie knew the action bothered me.
With a heavy sigh, I was unsurprised but very disappointed that my boss still had yet to answer his calls or emails. I had thought about skipping out on work that night but I honestly didn't want to deal with complaints if I didn't show up and was found out. And besides, I had gone out of my way to get some items from a store before my shift. I figured the mishmash of what was bought may help me last the night, in the event that Spring Bonnie was still prowling around the more or less still rather empty Fazbear's Fright.
I carried a heavy duffual bag as I made my way from my apartment to Fazbear's Fright on foot. I glanced around, taking in the buildings around me, and made the assumption that no one would really want to break in to the building in the first place. It wasn't like there was anything of value. Plus, I was certain there were other abandoned buildings in the area where those supposed teens could attempt to 'make out' in the dark. No reason to go into Fazbear's Fright, but I amused myself by thinking about how the beat-up rabbit animatronic would definitely put a damper on the mood.
No foolish teen thinking about breaking and entering into a building for a cheap scare or clandestine meeting would want to see Spring Bonnie in such a state.
I wasn't entirely certain that I was prepared, because for whatever horrible reason, from my second shift, I felt that the animatronic rabbit had been intelligent and aware of the fact that I was in the building with it. On the other hand, how good was the AI in Spring Bonnie if it could still look for someone else in a building? Especially after the animatronic looked to have been shut away in an abandoned Freddy Fazbear location for however long it took for mold to grow on it.
Best not to think too much on it, before I started to imagine things.
With that thought in mind, I arrived at Fazbear's fright about and hour and a half before midnight. That gave me plenty of time to do the work I intended to do, while also keeping an eye out for Spring Bonnie.
Eerily enough, the animatronic rabbit was seated on the floor in the same spot that I had first found it.
I didn't give myself enough time to dwell on the fact that there were now two black buttons sewn into the fur beneath the bow-tie. I moved past Spring Bonnie as quickly as I could, and as soon as I was inside the office, I got straight to work.
I swiftly pulled out some metal cable from my duffel bag, and began to tie each small length of cable across the door-frame. There was a cable at ankle, knee, chest and then head height, before I attached clamps to each of them from a car jump-start, and then attached it to another cable that was plugged into the wall, which would hopefully electrify the cables.
A makeshift barrier that could be torn down with ease, but with the electricity, one I hoped would work.
I smiled at the cables.
Boom.
A makeshift electrified booby-trap. It would be a bitch if one stepped into it and I hoped that it would deter Spring Bonnie from entering the office again.
I turned to face my next problem, which was a large, open vent on the floor that led straight to my office.
A human, and more importantly, an animatronic, could easily fit inside it.
I hefted a vent grate I had found in storage on my way in, and partially latched it to the vent opening. I then shoved a chair against it, to place some leverage on it so that it does not fall in so easily. I had found no tools to screw the grate into place but if this was able to keep Spring Bonnie out of the office for my shift, great. I didn't think that the animatronic would think to travel through the vents, but with how intelligent the AI appeared to be, I wasn't going to be taking any chances.
If this didn't work out as I hoped it would, I had just effectively trapped myself.
I relaxed on the ground with a few blankets and a pillow that were pilled out of my duffel bag. I propped myself up so that I could watch the monitors from the ground, with a pillow behind my head to rest against the side of the desk. I had the tablet on hand to reset the ventilation if need be, but I was hoping that things would not be like yesterday, when I saw those phantoms of the animatronics I had read about.
At least I hadn't heard those whispers tonight.
Yet.
I let out a sigh when I caught sight of Spring Bonnie heading in the direction of my office on the static-filled monitors.
The animatronic rabbit made as if to crouch, like it was thinking of entering into a vent.
I hastily hit a button to turn it over to the cameras in the vents, and began my frantic search for Spring Bonnie. My finger hovered over the buttons, twitching and ready to shut the door within the vent right in front of the animatronic's nose.
But where was Spring Bonnie?
I couldn't find it on any of the cams of the vents, nor did I hear the sound of a bulky animatronic making its way through said vents. I guessed and pressed a button to close one of the vent doors, vaguely wondering if the grate against the vent opening in my office was even necessary.
Seriously, where was Spring Bonnie?
I jumped at a clatter of metal along with what sounded suspiciously like a curse. I turned to the side in time to witness Spring Bonnie stumbling back from the electrified cables in the doorway.
Well, at least they worked.
I watched with trepidation as Spring Bonnie sagged briefly against the wall outside the office, before it started to twitch and spasm.
Huh.
"Guess the electrified cables were a good idea after all." I happened to mutter aloud, not expecting to get an interesting, and unnerving, reaction from the animatronic in return.
Spring Bonnie fixed me with what seemed to be a malevolent stare, the slightly glowing green eyes going brighter for a moment before it faded back to a darker state. The animatronic slowly stepped forward and reached out as if to seize a cable.
There was no denying that Spring Bonnie made eye contact with me again.
The animatronic rabbit gripped the cable at chest height, and gave it a harsh yank. Spring Bonnie succeeded in tearing the cable out, but not without getting shocked for a longer time than before. Instead of falling backward into the wall again, Spring Bonnie collapsed fully to the ground in a crash of metal as it writhed on the floor, the animatronic's limbs twitching in a spastic way.
"I said it was electrified. What did you think was going to happen?" I didn't expect a response, but I got one anyway.
A wheezing sound seemed to emit from Spring Bonnie at my words, before it dragged itself away on all fours. It looked to almost be in pain, but it was just an animatronic. Sure, electricity would hurt, but it was only affecting the animatronic's motion and potentially its AI. It shouldn't actually harm Spring Bonnie, making it crawl away as if it were actually the body of a person.
I decided to dismiss the wheezing sound as servos acting up due to the electrical current that had gone through the animatronic. I waited until I could no longer hear Spring Bonnie, before I was able to relax a little. Resting back against the desk again with the pillow, I settled the blanket on my lap and leaned my head back to look up at the monitors.
Not a second later, the ventilation system went offline.
The same phantom Freddy from before peered in from outside the long office window, joined by Foxy.
Inside the office, a phantom Foxy, as dilapatated as Freddy, crouched in the corner of the office.
As before, these phantoms didn't seem to mean me any harm, even if I did get a brief scare whenever they appeared. Along with that, the whispers had begun again, though I couldn't quite make them out, as when I reset the ventilation, I stopped hearing the voices.
But with each reset of the ventilation, the whispers became clearer, and almost appeared to originate from the phantom animatronics. And the now audible, if soft, whispers had become warnings.
He's coming.
Watch out.
Don't let him corner you.
I froze up when I suddenly began to hear the discomforting sound of something clambering around in the vents.
Like Spring Bonnie was dragging itself through the vents to get to me.
Oh no.
Why hadn't I been checking the vents?
I hastily switched over to the vent cams and spotted Spring Bonnie inside of one of the vents, determinedly making its way to me, even if the animatronic seemed to have trouble dragging itself along. I could tell that there was no time for me to close the vent, which meant that I would find out whether to not the vent cover and the chair I had used would prevent the animatronic from getting into my office. I kept a careful distance from the vent as I flashed my flashlight at the entrance of the vent to peer in. I saw Spring Bonnie lift its head to make eye contact with me, kind of, before it seemed to crawl along toward the office faster. It was odd that the animatronic looked almost triumphant when it reached out to shove the vent grate away, before the triumph vanished to be replaced with what appeared to be mild irritation when it couldn't get it open.
Thank you, leverage.
Spring Bonnie couldn't shove the cover in, even if one hand grasped it to rattle it experimentally. The green eyes of the animatronic focused on the chair before Spring Bonnie focused on me with a slight raise of its head. The animatronic jaw opened and shut soundlessly a few times before a voice came out of it
The animatronic spoke.
It spoke in a hoarse death rattle with a distinctly British tone.
"You delay...the inevitable." Spring Bonnie rasped out.
"What the fuck does that mean?" I demanded, relieved that I had decided to block this creepy thing from getting into my office.
"I want…answers." Spring Bonnie wheezed, animatronic fingers gripping the grate tighter. "I need them."
"I am going to kick my boss' ass." I said in monotone, surprisingly calm. "He never said that the animatronic he found could talk, let alone function. I thought you would have needed to be in better condition to…function properly. You were moldy as hell, which means you shouldn't function at all, because of disuse."
"There are…exceptions, it appears." Spring Bonnie rasped out, a little laugh accompanying the words that ended in an almost choking sound.
"Stop." I said bluntly. "I cannot process this level of bullshit so late at night."
"Why is that? You are still here...for another four hours and fifteen minutes, correct? Why not pass the time...conversing?" Spring Bonnie tilted its head to the side, the half an ear twitching on the right side of the head as the left flopped at a jaunty angle. "Or do you enjoying sitting in the almost dark...alone with your own thoughts for hours on end?"
"Why don't you go back int the room and stay there with your thoughts...if you have them, that is." I probably shouldn't antagonize the British-sounding animatronic rabbit, but I couldn't help myself.
This was too bizarre.
"I have already spent…enough time in the dark...with my own thoughts." Spring Bonnie's tone changed from the light charm it had been, to a bitterness that seemed out of place, especially for an animatronic. "This place….despite its dimness, is the first light…I have had in a long time."
I forgot about the ventilation system, and the alarm began to blare, distracting me from the animatronic. I fumbled for the tablet to reset it, seeing the phantoms reappear in the room. This time, they were not looking at me, but at Spring Bonnie.
You should hide.
Don't let him near you.
Spring Bonnie began to maneuver the grate out of the way, shoving at the chair, only to be confused when it stopped its progress, as phantom Foxy and phantom Freddy somehow managed to keep the chair and grate in place, preventing Spring Bonnie from progressing any further.
Go now.
We can't hold him off for long.
We are here only in spirit.
Our power is not very strong here.
He will get into this office soon.
I recovered and back peddled, listening to the whispers that seemed to come from the phantom animatronics. They sounded like a bunch of kids, but I couldn't process much more than their words to get out of the office. The phantoms didn't seem to have another agenda, and as soon as I seized the ventilation to reset it, they were gone, and Spring Bonnie shoved the chair and vent cover aside, but had trouble getting itself upright.
Himself upright, I guess, since the voice sounded male.
I tore a cord from the doorframe, the ankle height one, with a glove that protected me from the electricity. Spring Bonnie was on his feet by then, and reaching out for me, but I ducked beneath the grasp and jammed the cord into the side of the animatronic, causing it to seize up and spasm like before.
Spring Bonnie collapsed to the ground with a frustrated hiss of servos and a fake wheeze that just had to be from the AI's voice box.
I ducked beneath the still electrified cords at neck and knee height, and scrambled out into the hallway. I paused outside the long window and saw Spring Bonnie shove the cord away from his side, before tilting his head and staring up at me with brightly glowing eyes that were no longer green.
They were purple.
What the hell?
The flare was gone, the purple bleeding away to Spring Bonnie's green eyes.
"We will have a talk."
I could still hear that British-sounding voice.
"A little electricity…is merely a minor setback." Spring Bonnie's jaw opened up in an approximation of a grin. "Be careful or there won't be…a happy ending for you, when I find you."
That sounded ominous.
I said nothing and merely made my way down the hall, thinking about my other little traps I had up my sleeve that may or may not work, because there was no denying that Spring Bonnie was far more intelligent than I initially thought. There was no way I was hanging around that animatronic long enough to have a 'talk' with an oddly sentient British-speaking animatronic that looked like he could kill me. If the rumors of killer animatronics from some of the closed down Freddy Fazbear's locations from the past were to be believed.
I was not entirely surprised to find the exit of Fazbear's Fright locked again until 6AM rolled in.
Shit.
Now what?
Would I be able to keep away like I had yesterday?
"There's nowhere to…run to." Spring Bonnie's voice emitted from a vent right next to me, and I narrowly avoided having my ankle seized by an animatronic hand.
Nope.
I was finding a weapon to arm myself with and would keep this British asshole animatronic rabbit away from me. I ran down the hall, not looking back to see if Spring Bonnie would emerge from the vent, but I did hear a raspy laugh, as if Spring Bonnie found my actions ridiculous. They weren't, because who in the hell would actually want to be cornered by a large sentient animatronic?
I was going to give my boss hell for this, and would be demanding a pay-raise for this bullshit I was experiencing.
Six o'clock couldn't come soon enough.