I woke up in the apartment later than I had meant to. Almost instantly, I felt a sense of unease. For whatever reason, it seemed as if there was something very wrong, but from where I sat up on the couch, there didn't seem to be anything amiss. Certainly nothing big enough to cause that weird feeling.
"Must be imagining things." I muttered under my breath. I didn't need to bother changing for work, since I had fallen asleep while still dressed in uniform. I had slept hard, and as was usual as of late, I didn't really feel all that hungry rather. I knew that my appetite had been shaky at best, ever since the almost accident outside that old Freddy Fazbear location. But I had to eat at least a little something before I left my apartment, even if the food I ate didn't seem to sit right in my stomach.
Memory loss...
There was quite a large chunk of it missing, with only vague memories of my past coming to me in pieces.
Being in the almost accident.
Living at this apartment.
My now boss who gave me a job, despite not having very many memories.
I rubbed and arm absently. The more I thought on it, the more I unhappy I became over remembering little to nothing.
At all.
The memories just weren't there. All that was known was what happened after the almost accident.
What did that mean?
I went into the other room of the apartment to check something on my computer, and found that it was on. The chair seemed a bit, busted, in a way. I caught sight of a document open, and froze in place at the lines that I most certainly did not write.
I will come find you. Leaving that sham of a pizzeria won't deter me.
That gave me a large feeling of dread, which had me checking the entire apartment for any trace of Spring Bonnie.
There was no animatronic present.
I went back into the room and stared at the loop too screen again.
How?
How had those words gotten on the screen if no one was in the apartment apart from me? I couldn't find any way the animatronic could have gotten into my apartment. I hesitantly sat down, wondering if I ought to do some more research on Freddy Fazbear's Pizza locations.
I left the document with the unfamiliar words alone, and opened up a browser. Instead of searching more, I checked my email and found that my boss had finally emailed me back. I opened up an email with attachments and scanned through it. Apparently, there were vintiage audio recordings for me to listen to when I went into work. I really didn't want to listen to them and be distracted at work with Spring Bonnie lurking, so I decided that I would listen to the audio clips that had been attached to the email before I went into work today.
The voices were oddly garbled at times, but from what I could discern, they were training tapes for using spring lock suits. I shuddered over the thought of getting into a costume with metal being held back that could stab right back into you at any moment if you weren't careful. There was one other audio file, and then an odd looking one that wasn't labeled as the others were. I listened to the last file, one that talked about a suit being moved.
A golden suit.
I felt a little uneasy, thinking about Spring Bonnie, but dismissed it as I clicked on one final audio file that was smaller than the other file sizes, and seemed…out of place with how it was labeled compared to the others.
The voice that began to speak sounded oddly familiar, as it was almost like Spring Bonnie's voice. The voice's tone was British, which only made me believe more that it was Spring Bonnie's voice...but something was off. The voice...it sounded more…human, and afraid. Upset and in denial.
'...back. Stay back. You are all dead. None of you should be here. You should all be gone. Dead.'
Whispers began, soon overlapping the audio of British one, who soon became panicked.
There was the sound of hurried footsteps.
The whispers grew louder, causing the audio to distort with static.
I became lightheaded as the voices trailed off, leaving only the sound of frantic breaths and the sound of someone fumbling with something mechanical sounding. Was that a crank? There was a sound of more fumbling before there was a triumphant laugh. The laugh was followed by a brief silence before something snapped repeatedly and a horrendous scream rang out.
Was I...was I hearing someone dying? and what was that snapping sound?
...Spring lock suit.
The other audio files had mentioned the spring lock suits that could be worn, how one was missing, and now this...this audio file that seemed unplanned, and raw with what had happened within it.
I ended up getting up from the chair but swayed and collapsed as an unfamiliar, rather young sounding voice, from far away, spoke to me.
There were several of them, and it was almost like an echo as the voices whispered to me.
He came back.
He always does, without fail.
You can't.
You won't.
I was having trouble fighting for consciousness. It felt like I was drowning.
Be careful, she will help you, but only for so long.
I collapsed the rest of the way to the floor, but as I lie there with my eyes closed, there was a light touch on my neck. Another firm bush of fingers came from a small hand that didn't seem quite normal but its touch left a warmth behind. The dizziness began to fade away as I slowly regained my ability to move. I no longer felt like I was going to pass out, even if I did feel a little shaken by what had just happened.
What was going on?
Whose voices did those whispers belong to, and why was I hearing them so much more, after being outside of that old Freddy's location, and Fazbear's Fright? I checked on the computer screen again, and saw that the email from my boss, along with the attachments, were missing. But the document was open again, and a few words were there that had not been there before, below the other lines from before.
Free us from him.
Come find us.
She will help you...
...If you listen to our voices.
It was going to be a long day, and I wasn't looking forward to coming face to face with Spring Bonnie this early in the morning. I glanced back at the computer, and saw that more had been typed without my notice. It was more unnerving than the other words.
A man became a monster beneath the smiling mask.
What was this?
Was I in a horror movie now?
I was upset that I couldn't get a hold of my boss about all of this apart from that one email he had sent me. But one thing was certain. I would go to work two more days, and then I was gone.
There wasn't enough monetary compensation for me to deal with the shit that I had been experiencing.
It was like anything to do with Freddy Fazbear's was a curse.
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Springtrap waited as he was used to as of late. Servos whirred to life as he heard the guard arrive. But if Springtrap thought that he had fully freed himelf of the animatronic's programming, he would soon be proven wrong. As soon as Springtrap made his way to the office to directly confront the guard, a young voice echoed from another room.
Hello?
Springtrap paused mid-step, struggling to suddenly hang on to control of the animatronic body.
It was just a trick.
A distraction.
But it was one that Springtrap found he couldn't resist, as Spring Bonnie automatically went to where it though there were childen to entertain. An echo of excitement programmed in to preform for children drifted through him from the suit's AI to his own mind.
Springtrap ground his dead jaw down against the few teeth that were left in his mouth.
This was not something he had foreseen being a problem.
Springtrap struggled to ignore the call, but found his body being forced around step by step.
Spring Bonnie's AI may have been mostly down, but it was strong from the sound of a child's voice enough so that it went against Springtrap's desires in order to go investigate the room the voice had come from.
As expected, there was no one in the room.
Springtrap had no time to go against the programming as he clenched a fist when a laugh suddenly sounded several rooms away.
No.
This was not going well.
Cursing himself for the detail he had agreed to with these damn spring lock suits, Springtrap felt himself unwilling move along the hall in a slow shamble. He supposed that at the time, it hadn't been a concern to make certain that the animatronic would function without a human inside of it, making decisions based of programming. No one could have possibly guessed that an animatronic would work even when there was a human body trapped wthin it.
Another empty room.
Both jaws clenched as Springtrap heard the childish voice call from the room he had just been in.
Hello?
Again, Springtrap went, helpess to override this particular order embedded within the animatronic. Springtrap recalled reading a hand written manuel about audio cues, but had just assumed that because it hadn't been used the past three nights, that the guard wouldn't think of using it.
Until tonight, apparently.
The guard had apparently decided to play on the safe side and not take any chances that didn't need to be taken.
When silence reighed, Springtrap was able to regain control of the animatronic suit, and made his way in the direction of the office as swiftly as he was able to. Springtrap was uncertain when the audio cues would sound again. The ventilation malfunctioning at this point in time would hopefully give him enough time to reach the office. Springtrap made his way slowly to the long window that showed the inside of the office, and made brief eye contact with the guard.
The guard looked at a screen, then looked at him.
Springtrap resumed moving along the hall, hand to the window as he continued to eye the guard.
Most unfortunately, the guard moved over to another of the monitors, and pressed something.
Hello?
The audio cue had gone off again in the distance.
Springtrap made eye contact with the night guard again, even as his body turned unwillingly away as Spring Bonnie headed back the way he had come from. Springtrap let out a wheeze of laughter.
They knew.
The guard knew what the audio cue could do, and appeard to be leading him around this godforsaken place with a simple childish audio playing over some speakers.
Simple yet effective.
Springtrap came to a halt in yet another empty room, before the audio played in the next room.
It seemed that he would be hard presed to corner the guad tonight.
Springtrap decided that he would have to follow the guard home again, and wait for them to wake from their slumber this time around.
Hello?
It was going to be a long six hours.
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I knew that I should have listened to instructions and read up carefully on the various devices in the office. I used the audio cues to get Spring Bonnie to move from room to toom, having to reset the device now and again on a tablet.
The ventilation, however, continued to be a bitch.
Several times the broken yet still functional Spring Bonnie almost made its way into his office. Added to this, I began seeing visions of other animatronics in broken down states, which made it neartly impossible to keep track of everything, even if the phantoms never attacked me and merely seemed to want to keep me company.
I got to 6 am despite this all, and used the exit instead of the entrance, where I had led Spring Bonnie to for the last time, and could already hear the steadily approaching footsteps.
Time to go.
I agreed with that whisper.
Only one hellish night was left, and I would be done with this place. My boss could find someone else to deal with weirdly sentient animatronics.
I went home feeling wired, which meant that I was unlikely to be able to sleep deeply any time soon, but I knew that I would have to, eventually, if I wanted to keep my wits about me for my last shit.
I began to doze off after some browsing on the internet. I was feeling more certain than ever that there was something not quite right with Spring Bonnie.
I became alert almost immediately when I heard scraping sounds, and was about to leave the room when Spring Bonnie was suddenly there in the doorway, looming over me. I slammed the door shut immediately and wedged it closed under the doorknob with the computer chair to try and buy myself some time.
Since when could animatronics leave a building?
I shoved my laptop into a case and took it with me into the closet. I closed it carefully, and waited to go through a small door in the back of the closet, where it would take me into the living room.
Banging sounds rang out, indicating that Spring Bonnie was attempting to get into the room.
I slipped through the small door in the closet to get into the living room, swiftly grabbed a few things. From the slamming of the office door, Spring Bonnie should be occupied long enough to...
An angry screech of both animatronic and human rang out.
Spring Bonnie somehow knew I was no longer in the room. would bust in.
I narrowly got my ass out of the window as Spring Bonnie rushed me. I cussed as the Rabbit animatronic gave chase, even if it took Spring Bonnie longer to get out of the window with its bulk.
There was only one place that I could get to where I could could outrun the animatronic.
Fazbear's Fright.
I got into the building and went into a vent, thinking that I could wait Spring Bonnie out. I heard an ominous crash in another room, and backtracked through the vents, and found that the vent I had just climbed into was now sealed off.
How did…how did Spring Bonnie know to do that?
I went only one of two ways left for me to go, and had a sinking feeling when I saw that the next vent opening was also sealed by a grate. Worse, Spring Bonnie was crouched there, and I watched as the animatronic gave me a little wave.
"Enough of your running." Spring Bonnie said. "I believe it is time to have that chat."
Fuck that.
I immediately went back the way I had come, and found it unnerving that Spring Bonnie merely rose, unconcerned, and walked off. I made my way in the other direction that I hadn't gone yet, only to be met with the leering visage of Spring Bonnie as he entered the vent.
Shit.
That was terrifying.
I scrambled backward, thinking that I would just kick one of the vent covers with enough force to get out. If not, I would resort to kicking the animatronic and see if it would shut it down, even if I would likely just harm my foot in in the process.
Behind me, I heard a wheezing, disgruntled sigh.
I returned to the blocked vent entrance, and kicked it. At some point during kicking the metal that wasn't moving, the ventilation went out, and the alarm began to go off.
Freddy and Bonnie appeard on the other side of the vent, though as phantoms, they were unable to remove the grate cover. Foxy joined them, even trying to get its hook around the grate cover to pull. The hook just went through the metal.
I ended up on my side, realizing at some point that I had collapsed.
The ventilation...
I stubbornly reached up to grasp the grate, the lack of oxygen fucking with my mind and body.
It was odd that the phantoms seemed to be visibly upset with how I was trapped. Distraught over the way that Spring Bonie was presumably gaining on me.
I didn't look back.
I didn't need to, as I could hear the animatronic and his wheezing breaths. What I did feel was one of Spring Bonnie's hands closing around one of my anksle. I lost my grip on the grate, unable to resist being tugged backwad. It was a disconcerting senation, being vaguely aware that a large animatronic rabbit was dragging me backward. I was being taken away from escape.
The animatronic phantoms drifted into the vent after me, as if to keep me company. There were whispers that I could t hear as the lack of oxygen was getting to me.
But really…why were they so worried, and why did only Freddy remain, while the others vanished from view?
I finally let my eyes close as I slipped toward unconsciousness. I didn't want to think about what Spring Bonnie was going to do now that he had me cornered at last.
I was done.
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A/N: I have been reworking the draft of the fic a little, and with how low my motivation for editing this fic is, it's hard to do much more than drafts (ch 9, this ch, was already mostly written out).
Writing out drafts are pretty quick for me. It is just motivation to work them into normal readable chapters that is the problem at the moment. I may be posting drafts more often until I get that motivation back to edit.