A FNAF Reality

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Chapter 13: Silence

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My legs stumbled backwards some more, feeling like jelly. I turned around and moved slowly around, looking for a place to hide. I felt as though I was in a dream, where my legs were so heavy and weak. Only this wasn't a dream. It was real. I was in a real nightmare.

I didn't know why I was still trying to escape. Eddie was gone, my sister was gone, my new friends were gone...it was hopeless. It was over. I collapsed to my knees and hands and began to slowly crawl over to another table. I crouched near a chair and hugged my knees to my chest. Tears stung my eyes before they ran down my face. I buried my head into my knees and sobbed.

"Come out my little Shadow Bonnie...come out and play," the killer teased, his voice echoing a little as he continued to get closer towards me. I knew he already knew where I was. Why was he playing with me? Why didn't he just get it over with? I placed my hands over my eyes and cried as quietly as I could, but my quick breaths didn't help. My head started to feel light from the fast breathing. My heart ached so much and my rib-cage felt like it was going to collapse on itself. My body burned from all the things it hit against, and my forehead was wet with my blood.

"Come out..." he said again.

I felt the tears come down my face and tried to calm my breathing. This was it. My demise. He was going to stab me multiple times till I bled to death, then take my limp, lifeless body and stuff it inside the Bonnie animatronic. I felt sick to my stomach. I felt like throwing up again. My head started to feel dizzy and light headed. The horrible feeling tightened inside my body, twisting my organs and curdling my blood. I truthfully feared death. I didn't want to die. It felt so near. The cold, icy hand of death.

The heavy off-set footsteps were getting louder and louder. I heard them stop in front of me. I kept my hands over my eyes, as my tears went through the openings in between my fingers. There before me stood the terrifying Golden Freddy. "There you are, my little Shadow Bonnie...hiding in the shadows again..." he said in his creepy voice again. I didn't answer as I continued to sob. I felt the huge furry paw of the Golden Freddy suit as he grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet. I tried to fight, but his hand gripped tighter, causing me to cry out.

"Don't try and test me, sweetheart. I took a couple karate classes and read up on knives on the internet. I know what I am doing," he told me. His whole body reeked so badly. I could feel my hair sticking up. I turned my head to the side and tried gulping a huge breath of fresh air and holding it. I couldn't stand the sour, rancid odor from the man in the suit. I could tell that he was burning up inside it; but for some weird reason, he was refusing to take it off.

With that, he pulled me away from the tables and back over to the stage. As we walked, the killer took the small flashlight I was using and turned it on. I winced from the bright light and looked away. The killer gripped me tighter, pulling me closer to him as we walked around the tables and chairs that had been turned over. I adverted my eyes away from where my boyfriend's lifeless body laid. Tears sprang to my eyes anyway and I felt myself going down. The killer slowed down his pace and roughly pulled me to my feet.

"You are really getting on my nerves now, little Shadow Bonnie," the Golden Freddy hissed. I narrowed my eyes and glared at him through the tears. "Why does it matter? You are going to kill me anyway! Why should it bother you?!" I shouted at him. Then I kicked his leg. Miraculously, it was the one with the scissors in them. The killer screamed in pain and slowly began to shrink down, crying out. His grip loosened and I was able to get out of his grip.

I didn't get far since the killer quickly lashed his arm out and grabbed my leg, causing me to fall and land on my side. Then he quickly used his other arm and tried grabbing my other leg. I was able to kick him in the mask a couple times, but the padding inside the mask was thick and soft and protected him a lot more. The advantage the killer had against us was the damn suit. Heavily padded and protected. Of course, scissors weren't enough to protect the killer... I needed those scissors.

The killer wrestled me till he was back on his feet, with me wrapped tightly in his furry yellow arms. I faced him, staring up at the grinning yellow Golden Freddy mask. I struggled and fought, but I was too weak to do anything. He had me in a hold I couldn't fight against. I went a little limp and breathed heavily. Feeling sick. I felt very nauseous, but it wasn't enough to make my stomach want to retch. I wanted to throw up in the killer's face.

He pulled me along till we got back to the stage. We walked along the edge of the stage over to the right. There, another set of curtains were, hiding the other side of the stage where the stage ended and a small section of space started, possibly for another storage area or an office. The killer kept the light on the dark curtain in front of us. He lumbered over to it with me next to him. He placed the small light into my hand and told me to point it only at the curtain. I did as I was told.

With his free hand, he moved the curtain away. Shining in the light of the flashlight, stood Bonnie. I dropped the flashlight, not realizing it till it hit my feet, startling me.

The Bonnie animatronic towered over both of us. His head stared right over our heads at the back of the room; stone faced with glazed over eyes. My body began to fidget at the sight of the animatronic, knowing my fate with it. I pulled, but was yanked back to stand next to the killer. I felt my throat beginning to close up and the tears tricking down my face.

"Please don't do this," I said, breathing quick breaths of air. I was beginning to hyperventilate. The killer shook his head as he brought out his knife with his free hand. I took another couple steps back, but the killer held my arm tightly in his other hand. "You have already killed everyone else! W-why kill me a-as well?" I added, stuttering over my words, nearly falling, but the killer held me up. I was so terrified to what was going to happen next.

The killer raised his knife up, it glinted in the small bit of light in the noir room. "You are perfect...you are wearing the sweater...also...The gang is not complete without Bonnie...besides...Bonnie was always my favorite too..." he said to me. With that, he lifted his knife higher up. I felt my whole body tense up and strain itself from getting gutted by the knife. I was shaking so badly I couldn't control it. My arm hurt so much from me pulling away from the killer.

Suddenly, a horrible noise was heard. It sounded like a mixture of crying and screaming. I felt the blade lightly run across my collar bone from the killer somewhat stopping in his tracks from the loud sound. I cried out when I felt the blade leave a trail, deep enough for a little bit of my blood to trickle out and run down my chest. The killer looked over to where he heard the noise, telling me to shut up and stop crying.

"Pick up the light," he told me. I silently reached over and did as I was told. He grabbed the light from my hand while holding the knife and raised it up in the direction of the sound. I turned towards the direction, on the other side of the stage. The killer in the Golden Freddy suit gasped in horror. My eyes went big as the light lit up three figures standing across from us near the stage.

It was Chica, Foxy and Freddy...and they were moving! My mouth dropped in horror as I watched the three move in fidgety, uncomfortable motions. They were alive! They were walking towards us! But...if they were walking...Did that mean the killer stuffed my sister and Janet's brothers into them...? How was that possible? There was no way my sister and Janet's brothers could just let their souls take over the suit that their dead bodies were stuck in and just...I felt like I was going to be sick. I could feel the bile beginning to rise in my throat.

I pulled my eyes away from them and looked over to the killer. He stared up at the seven and a half foot tall animatronics. The golden Freddy mask's lower jaw was hanging open, equally mirroring the killers shocked face inside the head. He was as shocked as I was. He stood there, not moving. "It...worked," I heard him say. Then he let out a small laugh. Gradually it got louder and more clear. His shoulders moved up and down. He lifted his hands up and let out an insane laugh. "It worked!" he cried out.

Then he turned to me. "You all thought I was wrong! You thought I was crazy! Well fuck you all!" he shouted at me. I finally was able to pull my arm out of the killer's grip and move out of his reach. The killer lunged towards me. "Get back here!" he shouted at me. I ignored him and cautiously approached towards the animatronics.

My instincts instantly told me to run and get away from the animatronics, instantly thinking about the games and how the animatronics would hurt me. I had to constantly push the FNAF thoughts from my head and tell myself that the animatronics were not going to hurt me, and this was reality. FNAF isn't real, FNAF isn't real...

Chica was the first to come up to me. She opened and closed her beak as red stuff came out of it and dripped onto the ground. I took a couple steps back in terror. Chica cried and screamed my name as she moved her feet and arms in a disturbing, awkward way. "R-Reeenn!" Chica cried out my name. I instantly recognized the voice, just as the beak opened up and seemed to stop itself from closing back up; possibly from the blood gunking up the metal parts and ruining the mechanics.

It was my sister.

"Help me!" she cried from inside the suit. The other two came up and cried for help to me as well. They were still alive...but were all in serious pain. I had to help them.

"I'll help you out of there, Shy. Don't worry!" I said with a hint of panic in my voice as I began to search for the opening. Suddenly I felt a huge furry hand grip my shoulder and pull me backwards. I tensed up and quickly turned around. I saw a flash of silver come towards me. My hands quickly reacted at lightning speed and placed them in front of my face, hoping to avoid getting sliced up. I felt the blade slice my hands, digging into my flesh.

I screamed from the sudden pain of the knife. I pressed my hands on the sides of the knife and kept it from going further down to pierce my stomach. The killer growled angrily and forced all his strength into the blade, causing me to go backwards. I stumbled but regained my balance when my back hit Chica's chest.

"I should have just killed you first. The younger ones were no problem...why are you taking longer to kill?" he complained as he used his other hand to pry my fingers off of his knife. My fingers were slick from my blood, making it hard for the killer to pry them of. The killer roared in frustration and smacked me hard across the face. The hit sent me off to the side. My hands moved in front of my face, stopping me from hitting my head against the stage. I winced from the sting on my cheek. I gently placed my hand on top of it, only to remove it when the stinging got worse. My glasses hung from my left ear from nearly being thrown off of my face. I quickly corrected them, and saw a nice crack running from the bottom to the top of my glasses.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard a loud scream and a loud crash. I turned away from the stage and found Chica slamming into the Golden Freddy. The killer roared as he brought out his knife and stabbed through the fabric of the Chica suit. My sister screamed a horrific scream as she used all the strength she had inside her to stop the killer. Freddy and Foxy joined in as well and ganged up on the killer.

The killer raised his blade and lashed out at them. "Get away from me! you should be happy what I have done for you!" he screamed at them. The kids inside the animatronics ignored him and pinned him down. The killer screamed and fought, but it was no use. The kids inside the animatronics were able to hold him down. I saw the killer with his knife, trying to force the sharp end into Foxy's head. One of the brothers inside the Foxy suit reared back from the sudden action and cried out, giving The Golden Freddy enough time to shove him backwards with his free hand and sock Freddy in the face with his other hand.

The brother in the Foxy suit reached up and tried pulling the knife out of the pirate fox head. Once he did, the Golden Freddy lunged toward him and tried to pry it out of his hand. Foxy screamed as the brother cried out from within the suit. "Help me!" The brother in the Freddy suit and my sister in the Chica suit struggled to get up and help him. Golden Freddy cried out when Freddy moved his foot, thus pressing the pair of scissors deeper into his leg. The killer slammed into Foxy, causing him to drop the knife. The killer tried reaching down for them, but found the situation impossible. My sister quickly reacted and kicked the knife over in my direction.

"No!" the killer roared as he fell on his hands and knees. He screamed when the scissors handles lightly scraped across the floor, causing the blades to move inside his leg and most likely hurt like fire. I scrambled on all fours to the knife and grabbed it. The handle of the blade was warm and had a layer of sweat on it. The blade was shiny from being cleaned so well, but still had flecks of dark red blood on it. I gripped it tightly in my hand, my arm shaking from holding it. It was the same weapon the killer used to kill my friends, and my boyfriend. Just holding the blade made me feel sick. I could almost feel the dark negative energy within the metal blade.

I looked over to the killer, seeing him crawling over to me. He placed his hand on a table and forced himself up. I looked over to my sister and the brothers in the animatronics. They were shaking and falling to their knees. They sat in pools of their own blood. They were very weak. Close to death. Foxy had stopped moving. The Golden Freddy breathed heavily, while a small trail of blood followed behind him. He reached out a shaky hand as he swayed a little, trying to stay upright. "Give...me..the ...knife," he told me. I shook my head and took a step back. He heaved again, then coughed. The teeth on the Golden Freddy head instantly turned red as the blood seeped through the gaps and trickled down its chin.

"Why...do...you...make it...so...difficult...?" he asked me. "You...have...no...chance..." he added. I narrowed my eyes and took another step back. The killer strained his arm out towards me, then dropped it to his side. He stopped for a moment and coughed and heaved some more. He doubled over as more blood spilled onto the floor." While he was looking down, I took a step towards him and raised the knife over my head. Once I did, a voice inside my head told me to stop. I did and found myself stuck, unable to go through with what I was doing.

The killer stopped throwing up blood and looked up to me through the dark eye sockets of his mask. "...You...you...don't...have...the guts...to...kill...me," he added, chuckling through mouthfuls of blood. I glared at him, feeling the handle dig into my hand till my knuckles hurt. I felt my heart racing fast inside my chest. Do it...Don't do it...The voices said in my head. They argued back and forth.

"If...you...kill...me...you'll...be...just...like...me...A murderer..." the killer said, laughing again. I clenched my teeth tightly together as I watched his dark silhouette shake and laugh in the dark pizzeria. I stood there, staring down at him, then gradually up to the knife in my hands above my head. I didn't know what to do. I wanted to kill him, but the voice of reason kept me from doing so. If I killed him, I would be a murderer. I would have his blood on my hands. I would be just like him.

My arms trembled as tears came to my eyes. I wanted all of this to end. I didn't want any of this to be real. My thoughts were interrupted when I heard the killer groan and gasp as more of his blood spilled onto the ground. I glanced over toward the killer. The killer straightened up then took a step towards me. I saw the light of the flashlight lighting up his feet from where it was. It was just enough to notice that the scissors in his leg were gone.

Once it came through my head, the killer roared and lunged at me. I screamed in surprise and allowed my instincts to take over. I jumped backwards and held the sharp end of the knife out in front of me. The killer came forward, the bloody scissors in his hand. He lashed them towards me, I moved over to the right. The blades cut into my sweater and into my arm. I gasped from the sudden sting of the blades of scissors. I quickly ducked when the scissors came at me again, then forced myself to move forward towards the killer.

I drove the knife deep through the suit, and to the killer's chest. The killer screamed, but stopped when he began to choke. I watched through one of the eye holes as dark red stuff began to bubble and pour right out of the killer's mouth and down his chin and throat. I gritted my teeth, squeezing my eyes shut, and feeling the tears run down my face as I thought of all the people he had killed in the pizzeria within the last couple of hours...and now, it was finally his turn to get what was coming to him.

I felt the blade gradually sink deeper and deeper, taking longer than expected to go right through the heavy fabric to the killer. I couldn't take it any more. Every second was beginning to print itself into my mind. The blood running down the killer's face, the course fur from the suit on my arms, the places where I was slashed with the knife burning on my body.

I felt the killer try and push me off, but was in too much pain. One of his hands dug deep into my lower back. He gripped the scissors in his other hand and used them to stab me. "Stop!" he screamed at me. I felt the scissors cut into the fabric of my sweater and dig into my back near my shoulder. I cried out, but tried not freezing up and curling up into a ball. This all needed to end. The voice of reason in my head had gone silent. I felt my blood run down my back, causing me to cringe. Some of the blood was starting to stick to my sweater. I ignored the horrible feeling and continued to use all of my remaining strength.

The killer's arms gradually released their grip on me and slowly slid down and flopped to the sides. The scissors clattered to the floor, but I could still feel where the blades had pierced my flesh. I heard the sound of the killer's blood splash onto the floor near my feet. The killer's body slouched as he sank to his knees and swayed back and forth, deciding on which side was being pulled by gravity the most. Finally, he fell on his back and went still. I heaved and cried as I leaned over his body, still digging the knife more into his chest, wanting to be one hundred percent sure he was officially dead. Finally my body gave in and I got off the killer's body, leaving the killer's weapon in the suit's chest. A red spot bloomed from the center where the blade pierced the suit, growing bigger and bigger each passing second as I watched it. I cried and breathed in quick shaky breaths as I stared down at the lifeless Golden Freddy suit.

It was over, the killer was dead.

To me, it didn't seem like much of a victory. Nothing changed. There were no sounds of a grandfather clock, no confetti, no sounds of children cheering...nothing. Silence...and the smells of decaying flesh, blood and the pained loss of loved ones. So many images of what had just happened swarmed my mind repeatedly in a fast motion. I felt nauseous once again and spat up the rest of what I had in my stomach. Some of it was blood.

Once I was done, I wiped my face off with the back of my sleeve. The tears mixed with my blood, causing my face to hurt even more while I stood there in the middle of the dark room, hunched over, shivering and twitching in the dark silence. I looked over to the animatronics. They were still. None of them moved or did anything. I turned away from the horrific scene and slowly went over to a corner. I kept reaching over my back repeatedly, still feeling the scissors in my back, but instead only felt air. I cried, finally felling to my knees. I sat down as best as I could and wrapped my arms around myself tightly.

Time passed as I sat in the disgusting room. I was beginning to suffocate. I tried holding my breath but it wasn't enough. More tears came down my face as I sat. I didn't know if anyone was still out there. It almost felt as though the pizzeria was suddenly transported to another place. Somewhere in the middle of nowhere. It felt like no one was coming. I guesstimated about two hours had passed when I heard a knock on the door of the pizzeria. At first I thought it was only my imagination and tried to ignore it. Another series of knocks came, then I heard my name being called. "Ren! Shy! Eddie! Are you in there?" a muffled voice on the other side called. It sounded like a female's voice. I got up and made my way over to the door with the glowing green exit sign above. "Y-yes! I'm here!" I choked out.

Then I heard a different voice, a male voice, tell the female voice to move aside, then he addressed to me. "Move back, we are going to try and get the door off," he told me. "Ok," I said back through the door. I stumbled back a couple steps and watched the door. I fumbled with my fingers nervously as I waited impatiently.

After a while, I heard a couple sounds of metal striking against metal and other banging sounds till I heard the sound of a door being burst open. Its hinges shrieked as they were ripped away by a strong force, then allowing a bright blinding white light to flood into the rectangle of space where it once stood. I cried out and turned away from the powerful light, feeling the strength of light burn the surface of my eyes. I placed my hands in front of my eyes. My head began to hurt a lot and my senses were going crazy. I forced myself to look towards the light.

Red and blue lights flashed from the doorway as multiple dark figures swarmed into the pizzeria like black flies. I couldn't hear what they were saying since the sounds had all the sudden become muffled. The air around me felt stuffy and thick to where it was hard for me to breathe, even with the door open. I felt my eyes beginning to feel heavy, and the world starting to spin in a blur of dark colors. I wasn't sure what I was trying to focus on was real, or just a hallucination.

"Ren!" I heard someone scream my name. I couldn't make out the voice as my vision began to go blurry and I couldn't think straight. It was like as if my brain had been switched with a ball of cotton. I heard the voice say my name again, but it was so faint and far away. I felt myself falling, but it felt as if I was stuck in slow motion. Darkness ate away at the corners of my eyes till it consumed my vision and before I knew it...I was swallowed up into the darkness...

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