Chapter 64
Stress
The bots flinched as another explosion rocked the building. The night had started off quiet which just added to their anxiety. The first explosion had been a relief, telling them that Ruby was up to her normal antics.
By the fiftieth explosion they were thinking it was overkill though.
"Which bombs do you think she's using?" Bonnie asked, clearly trying to distract himself from obsessively staring at the clock.
"Probably glitter." Foxy answered, pacing across the room. "For the humiliation factor."
That drew a few smiles from the Originals. It was something that Ruby would do.
The Toys sat on the other side of the room, alternating between watching Hedy work on Mangle and listening to the night guard's antics.
No one was interested in going about their normal business until they found out how the first night went. It didn't help that time seemed to be passing by at a snail's pace.
It also didn't help that a third group had made themselves comfortable in the room.
"She's going to die." One of the ghost kids pointed out carelessly, making the Originals stiffen as they were once again reminded of their presence. "She should have destroyed him before the building powered him up again."
The kids had been complaining to Hedy all night about the deal. They didn't like the fact that the night guard was giving their killer a chance to win.
Hedy had been ignoring them. She'd been ignoring everyone actually.
"Shut up brat." Foxy snapped at the ghost.
"When she's dead we can go right back to possessing you all." Another kid piped up with a malicious grin.
The Originals couldn't help their flinch which just seemed to encourage the ghosts. Another explosion interrupted them though.
"I pity the cleaners." Teddy mused absently, looking embarrassed when he realized that he'd spoken out loud.
The comment was enough to send the Originals into a giggling fit though as they remembered some of the awful messes the cleaning staff had to deal with.
They didn't doubt that at the very least, Springtrap hadn't expected her unique arsenal…
Glitter, chocolate, caramel, jelly… what on earth was wrong with this girl?!
Springtrap attempted to awkwardly wipe off most of the sticky mess coating his face. She'd just hit him with a particularly awful combination of chocolate and caramel forcing him to pause in the chase or risk running blindly into a wall.
Then, instead of putting some distance between them like a sane normal person would, she doubled over laughing at him and started taking photos!
At least he got the satisfaction of seeing her startled by another Phantom. Unfortunately, her yelp was followed immediately by that damn bat.
He had never hated a baseball bat so much…
She seemed to know exactly how much force to put behind each swing to not severely damage his mechanical body and still cause pain.
If he had his old body still he would most definitely have a concussion. And multiple bruises.
What made it worse was that he knew she was holding back. She wasn't using her full strength. And it still freaking hurt!
He was being humiliated by a child!
Oh sure he'd got his own hits in. She was favouring her left shoulder and he definitely bruised her back after he threw her into the wall. The infuriating girl just shrugged off her injuries though! He would strangle her if he could but she was just too darn fast to actually catch most of the time. And when he did manage to grab her he usually only got a new bomb to the face.
The Phantoms and badly designed system gave him an advantage by distracting her but her reflexes kept her just out of reach. It was enough to drive him mad.
After hours of that nonsense he dodged another swing of her bat and grabbed her wrist, pulling her off balance with a smug grin.
"End of the line girlie." He squeezed her wrist.
She grimaced before matching his smile with her own smirk.
"I told you. Don't call me girlie." His world exploded into a cloud of glitter and he was knocked back by the force of the explosion.
The chimes signaling the end of the night echoed through the building as his world slowly stopped spinning and the cloud of sparkling dust settled on the ground.
Ruby had been thrown in the opposite direction and sat up slowly, coughing.
"Ugh, gotta tone down the force of that one." She muttered to herself as she stood up and stretched, wincing slightly. "Well, night one was interesting Springtrap."
She experimentally tested her wrist and grimaced. Probably a sprain.
"That's my cue to leave though. I really do love the sparkly fairy princess look on you though." She grinned cheekily before turning and heading towards the exit.
Springtrap's first enraged impulse was to grab her and end it immediately before she could escape but he only made it one step before his body locked up.
Damn building…
Furious he stalked off to clean up instead. He'd get her on night two. Night one was a fluke, nothing more.
Ruby leaned against the door to Fazbear's Fright with a heavy sigh. The night had been far more difficult than most of her other 'bots are trying to kill me' nights. Springtrap was a tough opponent. He had a major flaw though.
He didn't believe he could lose. Arrogant possessed rabbit.
She really did love knocking arrogant idiots' egos down to size.
"Lass?" she looked up and saw Foxy anxiously watching her.
She shot him a grin. "He looks like he was dipped in chocolate and then sprinkled with glitter."
She could hear Bonnie snort from the next room and knew the others were listening.
"And you're okay?" Foxy pushed, crossing his arms and looking her over.
Considering she was covered in chocolate and glitter as well, that didn't help him.
"A little sore." She told him honestly as she pushed off from the door and walked towards the room. "He got in a couple lucky hits but I'll be fine by tomorrow."
His frown told her that he wasn't happy and that look was mirrored by the other Originals when she saw them. There was relief under the disapproval though.
Her reassuring smile towards them dropped pretty quickly though when she saw the ghosts. The rest of the night was filled with threats of salt and exorcism while the bots tried to convince the teen to go home and sleep.
The bots also got to see the dazed looks of despair on the cleaners' faces when they left Fazbear's Fright hours after they arrived. You just had to feel sorry for them.