And now we get rid of the fluffy stuff and get to the dark and sad stuff. I'm just going to let you guys go ahead and read! *Warning: Lots of gore and sensitive stuff* (Edit 10/8/15, I've put more detail into the actual murders, so that they're a bit more gruesome than they were originally. I've been thinking on this since I posted the original chapter but finally got around to doing it. Robby's is a bit more bloody and brutal than his original one and our lovely murderer is more sadistic...)
I own absolutely nothing except for the few OCs in here (the parents).
"Bold" is the Animatronics speech
"Normal" is human speech
Chapter 3
The line of children followed the golden bear towards the back. Mike held onto her brother, her small body shaking.
"I don't like this, Wobby," she whimpered, "I weally don't like!"
"We won't be here long," Robby promised, "We'll look and then head back out, how's that?"
"O-Otay,"
"I can't wait to see the new room!" Amanda grinned, "Then I get to play with Chica allll day!"
"And Sam will get to show Bonnie some of his tunes!" Matt nodded.
"And you and Freddy are gonna sing 'em!" Sam finished, "And Mike and Robby can go on a pirate adventure with Foxy!"
"Right through here, kiddos," Golden Freddy announced, opening a door with a grand flourish, "Go on inside!"
The five children made their way into the room, stopping as soon as they reached the center.
"Um…where are all the games?" Matt asked.
"And the food?" Sam added.
"And the gang?" Amanda finished.
Mike turned around and wandered closer to Golden Freddy…right as the golden bear locked the door.
"Um…Mister Golden Freddy?" she asked softly, "Why you lockin' the door?"
The bear turned around and chuckled darkly.
"Well…I can't have you all running away now, can I?"
"Why would we run awa…?" Robby started, but stopped as a flash of silver flickered into being.
Mike gave a shrill scream and stumbled back into Robby's arms, blood dripping from a long gash over her right eye. The five children stared up at the bear, fear glazing their eyes as pairs of blue, crimson, blue-violet and amber locked onto the long, blood-spattered, silver knife held in the bear's paw.
"RUN!" Matt shrieked as the bear straightened up, cleaning Mike's blood off the blade, "WE NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE!"
The five children all turned and ran for the door they had just come in.
"Get back here you little brats!" the monster snarled, swiping at Mike's retreating form, nearly catching the little girl's copper pony-tail but it slipped through his clumsy, awkward fingers.
"FASTER!" Amanda screeched, her small, eight-year old legs churning as fast as they could as Robby hit the door, grabbing the knob and trying to turn it…
Only for it to refuse to budge.
"It's jammed!" Robby cried, throwing his lanky form against the door, only to get rebounded as his frantic banging died away.
"What are we gonna…" Sam choked off and the three other children whipped around just to see Sam grabbing at something silver and shiny jutting from his midsection.
"Say hello to Mommy-Dearest, kid," the monster grinned from behind the dark-haired child.
The boy's crimson eyes misted with tears as he let out a choked, garbled cry. The knife blade twisted in the boy's stomach, an awful squelching noise oozing through the air as blood spattered from Sam's lips as he coughed. The knife was suddenly jerked out of Sam's stomach and the boy folded to his knees like a puppet with its strings cut. He then collapsed to the ground, his glasses falling off his face and skittering towards the boy's murderer. The murderer gave a sick smile under the bear mask he wore and crushed the glasses under his foot.
"Guess you won't be needing those anymore," he chuckled, looking up at the horror-struck, frozen children, "BOO!"
Amanda screamed in terror, Mike nearly climbed up Robby's lanky form and the track-runner sprinted away, Amanda and Matt trailing just behind…until the younger boy tripped and fell, sprawling across the tile, his wide blue eyes flashing in fear as the man in the costume picked him up by the hair and lifted him high.
"Let go!" Matt panicked, thrashing as he grabbed at the golden paw that was tangled in his curly brown hair.
"You're the singer, right?" the monster purred, tracing Matt's throat with the blade, "Why don't you sing for me then?"
Matt did open his mouth, but he didn't sing. The boy let out a high-pitched scream that made Mike whimper and cover her ears as she cried. The killer gave a sigh.
There was a flash of silver and a blaze of bright, hot red as blood spattered the room. Robby's heart hammered in his chest as he put a screaming, frantic Amanda behind him and Matt's bleeding and pale body hit the ground, weakly shivering as the blood coalesced around his body from a red, red smile across his throat…and then he stopped twitching, going too still.
"MATT!" Amanda shrieked, but Robby grabbed her arm and pulled her forwards towards the back of the room.
He saw a bunch of crates and jerked Mike and Amanda towards them.
"Robby…" Amanda whispered as the three cowered behind a crate, "He…he killed my brother!"
"Hush," he told her softly, "Maybe he won't find us if we stay quiet and don't move…"
"Then we can get the powice?" Mike whimpered.
Robby nodded, hunkering down as the footsteps got closer. Amanda whimpered, shaking terribly.
"He's going to get us…" she cried, "He'll kill us!"
"Amanda…shush," Robby pleaded, "Just stay still and he won't get you…"
"He's getting closer!" Amanda squeaked, "We have to move!"
"No! 'Mandy! Stay here!" Mike hissed as the footsteps stopped.
"They stopped!" Amanda whimpered, starting to panic even more, "We can't stay here! We have to go! Go now!"
She abruptly stood and sprinted away.
"Amanda! No!" Robby squawked, jumping to his feet just in time to see Amanda get caught.
The girl gave a shrill scream, so shrill and loud Robby was amazed that no one heard her…and then it was cut off as the man slashed his blade across her stomach, spilling red blood and globs of unidentifiable food material to the floor. The acrid scent of bile stung Robby's nose and Amanda started crying as the killer dropped her on the floor, letting her die slowly unlike their two friends. Robby ducked down again, turned towards Mike, who jammed a fist into her mouth, crying.
He couldn't let her die…he couldn't bear to see the life leaving his precious sister's eyes. He gave an inward sigh. There was no way that they both could get out alive…but maybe she could. But how? The door was locked, there wasn't any other way to leave.
"Think, Robby, think," he mentally ordered as a cold breeze swept over him, sending goose bumps over his pale skin, "The vents!"
"Stay here," Robby whispered, grabbing Mike's shoulders, "I'll lead him off, then you go run to Mama, ok?"
"Wobby, no!" Mike cried, tears streaming, "He kill you dead!"
"But you'll be safe," Robby told her, "Just wait until he leaves or I distract him. Then you crawl through that vent over there and go straight to Mama, ok?"
"O-Otay,"
Robby started to get up, but Mike grabbed his shirt.
"Take it," she ordered, pushing their mother's locket into his hand, "It keep you safe,"
"Thanks, First Mate," Robby smiled sadly as he got up.
"I love you, Capt'n Wobby,"
"I love you too, First Mate,"
Robby sprinted forwards launching himself at the man in the suit and tackling him, screaming until his voice was hoarse. Robby made a valiant attempt to scratch at the villain but he was too weak. He managed to claw at the man's eyes, but the man yanked out the knife and used it to cut down on Robby's wrist. Robby gasped as the man continued to saw the boy's right hand off his wrist before flipping Robby over his head and slamming the boy to the ground. The man grabbed Robby back and covered his mouth with a hand. Robby's teeth snapped shut, drawing the man's blood but he wasn't going to let go…
That is…until a sharp, hot pain entered his chest repeatedly.
His fingers loosened and he looked down at the wooden handle of the knife that had killed his friends jutting out of his chest, out of his heart. He fell to the ground, shivering as he saw his friends' bodies lying around him.
"You're pretty quick, kid," the murderer hummed, yanking out the knife and flipping Robby on his back, "Let's see how fast you run when these are cut…"
An intense, fiery pain shot up Robby's left leg as the knife bit down, slicing through his Achilles tendon. Robby shrieked, tears streaming down his pale face as the knife went down on his other leg, blood spattering his ankle and heel and turning his white socks red. The man flipped him back over as Robby's body started seizing from the blood loss.
"Your sister called you Capt'n, didn't she?" the man hummed, cupping Robby's thin face with a paw before smiling darkly, "Well…what good pirate has both eyes?"
Robby's golden eyes flamed in terror as he weakly shook his head 'no'…right as the man drove the knife through Robby's right eye. Robby's mouth opened in a scream, but nothing came out except a pitiful, strangled gurgling sound while the man dug the blade around before finally yanking it out.
"You've got a fire," the man purred, taking off the bear's head and looking at Robby, "But fire wasn't enough to save you or your friends,"
Robby turned his half-blind gaze at his friends again. Matt's bigger, brunet-haired form was laying, crumpled on the ground, his mouth still open in the shocked 'O' as blood still trickled from the gaping slash in his throat. Sam's black hair was matted with his own blood, ropes of crimson beads painted over his hands. Amanda's blonde hair was now soaked with sticky crimson, her lovely violet-blue eyes were starting to dim.
"Robby…" she whispered, reaching…before her arm went limp and her head lolled.
Robby turned his head towards the man.
"W-Why?" he rasped, voice a broken, gurgling whisper of it's former self.
"Because I can," the man shrugged, grabbing the knife and jamming it back into Robby's chest, twisting as more crimson liquid poured from the wound, "Goodnight, kid,"
The boy's arm fell to the floor and the man stalked off, searching for Mike. Robby painfully turned his head towards his little sister and with agonizing slowness, put a finger to his lips.
Mike's honey colored eyes were streaming with silver tears and her shoulders were shaking from her silent sobs…but she gave a weak nod and Robby gave an even weaker smile as his hand dropped and the bright gleam of light fled from his eyes.
Mike crawled through the vents, sniffling and crying as she did. She'd nearly made it when she felt a hand grab her shoe.
"Where do you think you're going, birthday girl?" the murderer chuckled, making Mike scream and kick as hard as she could.
"LET GO!" she shrieked, using her other foot to kick the man in the head repeatedly, "LET! ME! GO!"
With a final kick, she connected with the man's nose, breaking it and sending him rearing back with a roar of pain. Mike used that simple delay and crawled through the vent even faster, losing one of her tiny ebony shoes in the process. She finally made her way out into the main hallway, standing alone for a moment and looking around in blind panic before sprinting down the hall.
"MAMA!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, "MAMA!"
She entered the main room and looked around, ignoring the startled gasps at her appearance. She was too busy trying to find her mother…there! By the table, right where she'd been before.
"MAMA!"
Anna Schmidt looked around for her youngest child. She was expecting to see the smiling, bright-eyed little girl holding her brother's hand…she wasn't expecting to see the tear-stained, dust-covered, blood-spattered, single-shoed, lone figure that rammed into her.
"What happened to you?!" Anna gasped, holding her daughter out at arms-length, "Why are you covered in blood? And where is your brother?!"
"Wobby…" Mike wailed, sobbing, "Bad man…"
"Mikayla?" Anna murmured as Mike clung to her mother, "What happened?"
"Sam?" came a deep male voice, "Sammy, c'mon! Where are you?"
"Matt? Amanda?" came a woman's voice.
The three children's parents came closer to Anna.
"Mrs. Schmidt," Sam's father asked, "Have you seen…"
The man's warm grey eyes landed on Mike's trembling and bloodstained form.
"Dear God…Anna, what happened to her?!" he asked.
"That's what I want to know," Anna sighed, "Mikayla, sweetie, what happened?"
"Bad man…bad purple man…" Mike stammered, "Golden Fweddy…took off his head…Wobby told me to wun, I didn'. I stay…I hide,"
"Mikayla," Anna started softly, "What happened? Where's Robby?"
Mike burst into tears again and buried her head in her skirt.
"THEY DEAD!" she wailed, "BAD MAN KILLED THEM DEAD! SAM AN' MATT AN' MANDY AND…AND…"
The stunned adults looked horrified at the little girl who sobbed into her mother's chest, hiccupping every so often until…
"An-An-An' W-W-Wobby dead too,"
A Robby's eyes fluttered open to complete darkness. He sat up and rubbed his head, what had happened? The last thing he remembered was the man…
His eyes widened and he looked down at himself, freezing as he did. He could see right through his body!
"W-What?" he stammered, looking around.
He stopped as he saw himself crumpled on the ground, his once golden eyes staring at something no one could see, well…now it was technically one eye but still, you get the point. His shirt was an even deeper red around his heart where a knife handle stuck out of it. His hand, cut off by the murderer, lay just inches from his head.
"No…this isn't possible!" Robby cried, getting to his feet and looking at his pale, translucent body.
"Robby?" a breathy voice asked, making the boy turn around.
"Amanda!" he breathed, rushing towards her and touching her shoulder.
"Are we…are we dead?" she squeaked, her silvery eyes brimming with tears.
"I think so," came Matt's voice as he came over too, followed by Sam.
"What about Mike?" Sam suddenly asked, "I don't see her!"
"She got away," Robby told them, "I…I let him get me so she could run away. At least…I think she got away…I hope she got away,"
"So what's that mean for us?"
"I…I don't know," Robby admitted, "I really don't,"
"I think I can help with that…"
The police were called not long after Mike's startling revelation. Within minutes, the whole restaurant was emptied until just the three families remained.
A police officer walked out of the back room, underneath the police tape and walking towards the families.
"Well?" Matt and Amanda's mother demanded.
"There's a lot of blood," the officer said, "But no bodies. Seems like the little girl was right. We um…we did find this,"
He pulled out a plastic bag, seemingly innocent, until you saw what was inside. Anna gave a shriek and held her daughter close as Mike buried her head in her mother's chest.
It was a human hand, a child's hand.
"Tat's Wobby's hand," Mike sniffed, pointing, as the officer put the evidence bag away, "The purple man cut it off when Wobby scwatched his eyes,"
"It might have some DNA on it?" Sam's father, Chris Wyatt, asked hopefully.
"There's nothing underneath the fingernails, but we'll look," the officer promised, coming forwards and putting a hand on Anna's shoulder.
"Mrs. Schmidt, Mr. and Mrs. Harper, Mr. Wyatt, I'm sorry for your losses," he told the parents as Matt and Amanda's mother, Jill Harper, started crying into her husband's shoulder, "But, I would suggest that you take your daughter and move somewhere else. This killer is still on the loose, he could come after her,"
"We could put in the papers that there were five children missing, not four," Matt and Amanda's father, Garret Harper, said, "Cover your tracks a little more, Anna,"
"I have family in the next city," Anna nodded, "We can stay with my sister,"
"I suggest you do it as fast as possible, Ma'am," the officer continued, "Your daughter is in more danger the longer she stays here,"
"We've got everything packed," Anna told him, "We were planning on leaving today anyway…just not like this…"
Mike looked back at the pizzeria, her golden eyes brimming with tears as she saw Robby's pained smile replay before her. She had lived, like he wanted. But he had died, just like she said…and now, she was utterly alone. Her big brother, her best friend in the whole universe…
Was dead.
Ah...what have I done? Good Lordy this is the most bloody thing I've done and it was with poor kids! And who spoke to our four ghosts? What about Mike and her Mom? Find out next time! And now, if you excuse me, I'm going to go into my corner of shame and cry.
I hope you guys liked it, if you did send in the reviews! (Along with ideas because I will need them eventually!) :)
Qui vállë tóquetë, ván tecë (If no review comes from y'all; no story comes from me)
Máriessë ar mára tecië
Farewell and fair writing
Elhini Prime signing off.