Chapter 3 Die In a Fire
Tyler's eyes were soon locked in with the phantoms. The bots didn't look too thrilled to see the guard. The phantoms began to creep tword the man, but stopped and turned their heads when Springtrap snapped a finger. Finding that they weren't locked onto him for the moment, Preston dashed over and hid under his desk. Hugging his knees up close to his chest, the guard started whimpering. Springtrap gestured to his fellow robots what he wanted them to do with Tyler.
Turning back around, the phantoms found that their prey had vanished. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, the man tried to keep quiet. He clamped a hand over his mouth just as he let out a meep sound. Springtrap's ears pricked up and one of them flicked when he heard the small sound. He looked at everyone else to see if they knew anything. Most of them shrugged their shoulders no, but there was one phantom that was not easily fooled.
Strolling over to the office desk, Phantom Foxy reached out, grabbed Tyler by the ankle and dragged him out. Tyler extended his arms out and gripped a hold of the desk in an attempt to hold his ground. Seeing that the fox with only one arm was having some trouble, Phantom Freddy shooed his fellow animatronic away, firmly grabbed a hold of both of Preston's ankles and pulled with a great amount of force. "Let...me...go. I was just trying to revive an old legend!" The man screamed. "Just let me be!" Soon the guards grip start to slip as his fingers were pried off of the desk one by one the harder the bear pulled.
Pretty soon Tyler couldn't fight it anymore, his body was drained from all the running, his upper chest still hurt from the pain Springtrap had inflicted upon him earlier in the Safe Room, and his wounds were still bleeding. After about a minute more, Phantom Freddy managed to pull the blonde free. Lifting him above the ground, Freddy just smirked at Tyler before he threw him tword Phantom Chica. The man let out a girlish shreik when the chicken reeled her arms back down to her sides and winched when the dayshift guard hit ground with a hard thud, making his internal injuries much worse. An excurciating pain shot throughout his whole body.
At this point, Tyler Preston was completely deprived of energy to put up much more of a fight with the robots. "Well I think this might be the end of me." He replied seeing Springtrap nod with a yes. Phantom Puppet, reaching out with it's long, skinny arms grabbed the security guard under his arms and lifted him back into the air. Walking over, the phantom slammed him down onto the desk and slid him across it, knocking the phone and the fan over with a loud bang of plastic hitting hard on the linolium floor. Both appliances shattered and splintered into pieces.
As he was being picked back up, Tyler slung his head back, as his arms drooped to his sides as if they were two wet, limp noodles. The same thing happened with his legs. All his limbs were dangling at his sides like they had no life in them what so ever. The man kept quiet as the Puppet handed their victim over to Springtrap. The possessed spring lock suit gave a long, cold stare at the human who had uncovered him earlier in the night. Taking the guard in his arms, he threw Tyler, face first hard against the tile wall, breaking his nose and scarring his face up.
Taking a deep breath and using what little bit of energy he had left, Tyler let out another ear piercing scream. The blonde tried to sit up half way, only to fail. Preston fell forward face down onto the ground before giving one last twitch. The life drained from Tyler's body as the light faded from his emerald eyes. His breathing had come to a halt. He was now limp and motionless at the feet of the phantoms and Springtrap.
Silence now reigned. Phantom Freddy and the others looked to their leader for their next order of business. Springtrap motioned for them to follow him down the hallway. After looking back down upon the crumpled remains of the Fazbear Fright security guard, feeling good about what they had accomplished. The robots followed Springtrap's command and headed for the exit of the horror attraction. Springtrap stopped briefly when he spotted an old candle.
The killer animatronic gripped the candle and gazed upon the faulty wires that were beginning to spark around the ruined facility. A perfect way to bring down the attraction. He would burn it to the ground. Thinking about that put an invisable smirk on his robotic face. Holding the wax item out tword the sparks and gripping one of them, Springtrap ignited a flame atop the candle. He then went along down the dark halls sparking other faulty wires. All of them went off with a sizzle and a flicker. The flames roared to life and the fire began to spread throughout Fazbear's Fright.
The Horror Attraction was being burned to the ground. Nobody would get to see or even experience the thirty old legend now. As Springtrap was busy thinking about what he had done, he was oblivious to the fire climbing up the walls to a beam over his head. The cracking of both fire and burnt wood alerted him. Looking up, he found the ceiling breaking. A beam broke loose and came tumbling downward. Springtrap tried to run, but his foot caught on a piece of the burning building and he tripped. The fire spread fast and engulfed the animatronic. Letting out a muffled scream, flames entered the spring lock suit through it's many tears and holes setting it ablaze.
Outside the attraction people alerted the fire department when they saw the smoke and embers. Fire crews managed to water down the inferno, but it was no good. Fazbear's Fright had burned to the ground overnight. Metal pieces of the phantoms were covered in burn marks and blackened. News reporters had put an article in the paper and had them sent out and delivered.
Mr. Fazbear recovered the paper in his mailbox the next day. The burnette unfolded it, and read it for himself: word for word. This is what he had discovered:
IT BURNS!
Fazbear's Fright burns to the ground!
A new local attraction based on an ancient pizzeria chain burned down overnight.
Authorities have not ruled out foul play, but at the moment, it seems to have been caused by faulty wiring.
Very little was found at the scene. The few items that were salvaged will be sold at public auction.
Hector hung his head in shame, "I really thought that Tyler could revive the legend. I guess I was wrong." None of the animatronics had managed to survive that night, for they had all been burned and sent up in smoke and flames. Of course that would've been the case...
If Springtrap's hand hadn't lashed out from underneath the fresh, scorched rubble:
A little horror storys just begun.
But that's a story for another time.
A/N
Alright. Hi guys. This is it, the final chapter to my first ever full story on Five Nights at Freddy's. It had drama, suspense, horror, gore. Everything you'd come to expect in a horror story on this popular fandom. XD Woo! I must say I'm very impressed with how I did this story. My old version of what happened to Tyler, it was lacking a lot of things: details, imagery, etc. Plus, it was just another oneshot. XD I was originally going to put Tyler Preston as Phone Guy in my story on the Phone Guy and the Puppet called Pulling my Strings, but I went with Scott instead. Since I didn't want to give up Tyler that easily. I wrote a different story that was the first version of this and set Tyler Preston as Phone Dude. It was a win win right there. ;) Oh and one other thing: if you brighten up the newspaper at the end of FnaF 3 you can see Springtrap in the background. Looks like he survived the fire. :P Alright guys, that wraps up this little horror story, until next time remember to R&R and keep smiling! And I'll do the same.
