Five Nights Of Terror: Chapter 2- Mask
Fritz was home alone, flipping through a book he found on the shelf. He found it under a few other books, it was a scrapbook, filled with newspaper clippings. "This is a lot… when did I make this?"
"I don't know, maybe it was after the incident."
"Puritz you know I hate talking about that!"
"I know."
Fritz rolled his eyes, and he looked at the album. All of the newspaper clippings were from different articles, but all of them retained to the pizzeria. "Oh… It's that album…" Fritz signed.
"We made this to keep up with the pizzeria, didn't we?" Puritz laughed.
"Oh shut up." Fritz snapped, looking down at the book. "Fredbear's family diner. I remember that place… that was the first place you…"
"Oh yeah, That poor kid never saw me coming! He was just standing outside the pizzeria, looking through the door window. I think that animatronic was giving cake out or something."
"We drove up to the pizzeria… I was hungry… and you just-" Fritz stopped himself.
"Yeah, that was a good time, almost as good as the second was." Puritz was laughing again.
"You're sick… you really are. Those poor kids… they didn't even have a chance… " Fritz remembered what happened afterward, shaking his head back and forth.
*"4 suits, 4 kids"* "I'm… sorry… those kids probably had parents… we probably ruined their lives…" Fritz said, wiping tears from his eyes.
"Oh well, can't be helped now. Can it Fritz? What's done is done. Can't change the past. I don't want to anyway, it was too much fun."
Fritz flipped through the album more, looking through more clippings "the bite of 87', mangled animatronics attacks young girl in prize area. Entire frontal lobe torn away. Pizzeria almost shut down due to troubles with the press." Fritz shook his head.
"I guess it's not just us that ruined that place, even the animatronics have issues with the kids."
"Such a pity, I'm sure that I could have done a better job…"
Turning over to the next page, Fritz sighed, seeing the article about the 4 missing children. "4 missing children… I guess the company tried to cover up the murders. I wonder if their bodies are still in those things…"
"I doubt it. Oh! And look there, it says that the 'killer' was caught! Ha! What a cover up." Puritz continued laughing.
Fritz rolled his eyes, checking his watch, "Shit! Almost time to go to work! Gotta get dressed!"
"If we're late, It's your fault, Fritz!" Puritz hissed.
"Here we are again, night 2, I guess." Fritz said, rubbing the back of his head.
"Im sure they got that bug fixed.. right?" Purtiz said, "Anyway, you had your fun, it's my turn now." Puritz took over, turning Fritz's eyes purple.
"Fine! Whatever." Fritz thought, just happy to sit back and think.
Puritz opened the door, dashing into the pizzeria. He opened the door to the party room, careful not to alert anyone. Puritz ran over to the main hall, looking over at the show stage on his way over. Freddy and Chica were there, but Bonnie was missing. "W-Where did the rabbit go!?" Fritz thought.
"Hell if I know! Maybe he needed a pizza break." Puritz hissed back, ignoring the stage for the moment. He continued down the hall, heading for the office. "I just hope I don't meet up with her."
"It's a him." Fritz corrected.
"Whatever." Puritz shot back, continuing his way to the office. Once he got there, he looked back down the hallway, then at the table. There was a note. "Great."
"What is it? Something new to watch for?" Fritz asked, somewhat interested.
"I don't know, let me see." Purtiz replied. "It says, 'Well, after you replied to us on your mishap with Chica, we decided to help you out. We learned that they might have a glitch in their facial recognition software. Or maybe you're a criminal!'"
"Oops" Fritz thought.
"Nevermind, it's much more likely to be glitch, but we found a lupole. We rummaged around in the back, and we found this, a novelty Freddy Fazbear head! If you find it necessary, put on the head, eventually, anything that walked in, will walk back out. No problem! Or if another problem persists, please feel free to contact us at…" Puritz tossed the paper away.
"Well, great, we get to wear a mask to protect ourselves. I wonder how this will work…" Fritz figured, "Well, no matter, check the cams and the lights for them, we don't want them jumping up in our faces."
Puritz pulled up the camera, looking at the images "Well, I found the rabbit. He's in the 1st party room… oh shit… he has the vent grate in his hands." Puritz looked over at the air vent to his right, shining his light there. Nothing.
"Carefull…"
Puritz Shined his light down the hall, then to his left air vent. "Good" He quickly pulled up his camera again, looking at the prize corner. "What's that?" He said, looking at a box that said, 'wind up music box'
"I think you should do that…"
"Why? What could-" Puritz started, then widened his eyes, he saw a head poke out the present in the back, slowly coming up. "W-What's that?!" He said, dropping the camera.
"Puritz! The vent!"
Puritz looked at the right air vent blind spot, noting the blue bunny staring at him, large green eyes filled with bloodlust. "Shit." Purtiz said, grabbing the mask and throwing it on. The lights flickered in the room, The blue bunny's bright green eyes peering through the eyeholes. The lights stopped flickering, the bunny had left the room.
"Whew…"
"What now? What was that face doing poking out that box?!" Puritz whispered, checking the left air vent. He flashed his light down the hall. "Bloody hell…" He muttered. There, down the hall, was the puppet-like thing, somewhat floating down the hallway. "W-what…"
The puppet, with a ear piercing screech, lunged forward at Puritz. "SHIT!" He yelled, punching the puppet away from him. Puritz stumbled backward.
"Puritz! Quick!"
Puritz quickly ran around the table. He sprinted down the hallway, quickly turning to his right. Toy Freddy stood there, his hands on his hips, shaking his head. "Letting the music box run out? Shame."
Puritz ran past him,shoving him against the wall "Hurry up Puritz!" Fritz said, his anxiety getting the best of him.
"Fuck's it look like i'm doing?" Puritz spat back, quickly running through the main room to the front door, he panted, looking over his shoulder. "Why the hell did we go back into that hell hole?!"
"We need the cash." Fritz said, realising their predicament.
"Oh yeah… maybe I should call the boss. Just what the hell was the marionette thing?! It floated down the hall towards us!"
"And that bear spoke, what does he mean by 'letting the music box run out?!'"
"Fuck if I know, I just want to go home." Puritz said, "I'm tired of running out of that place."
Authors notes-
Well, here it is!
I'm really excited about this story! I wanna throw in tons of references! If you like this story, and wanna see more, let me know!
Poor Puritz, thats the second night in a row! It'll only get worse there Puritzy!
Anyway, let me know what you think! Later days!
Fact of the day with FNAF-
Chica- "Traditional music boxes could were about the size of a tophat or a large bit of furniture! They have a lot of the same inereds as clocks, being wound up would turn many gears and clicks and melodies would play as a result. If you think about it, being as that this game is based in the 20th century, a remotely powered music box is absurd. Then again, so are animatronics that could think and speak for themselves. Then again, that doesn't explain me."