A/N
I'm trying to get this done, especially in the way I want it to end but I feel like it hasn't reached that place quite yet so...hmm. Oh well. Read and review, huh? -sigh- Writing can be so hard when you lack motivation...
"You may not control all the events that happen to you, but you can decide not to be reduced by them." ~ Maya Angelou
Everything seemed to happen in a blur of colors and emotions. I could hardly focus, which almost makes me a poor story teller in this moment. All I knew for sure was that all the emotions, the anger, the sadness, the disappointment, the betrayal, the hatred…toward Ben all seemed to boil to its highest point and it wanted nothing more than to be expressed together. So, Ben and I fought and remembered the first time we fought.
I had moments where I flashed backward. Ben had been correct, I did forget when we met in this afterlife. After his death, his spirit lingered here. I faintly remember having such control over these ghostly powers that I made this place special again. The kids, the ghost kids even, enjoyed every moment. Guards didn't die…as frequently. Foxy still had his flashbacks that were uncontrollable. All these pure memories were destroyed when Ben came back. He pressured the children to work for him, to control the animatronics and they lost themselves. We all were lost. The kids, perhaps unknowingly, were trying to get me to help…to get the old me back. Well, I'm back now.
"You ruined everything!" I shouted.
The lights seemed to flickered as Ben and I circled each other, sizing each other up. As these ghosts, we were almost nothing more than pure energy. When emotions got in the way, that energy overflowed and the electronics, with the animatronics as the exception, seemed to go on the fritz. While it was half frightening, the other half was overjoyed to feel this power. I needed that reassurance.
"You can't stop me," chuckled Ben, shrugging. "I outmatch you. You are nothing more than a pawn. Always have, always will be."
That infuriated me like nothing else. I could see us when we were friends at school. We ate lunch together, we played Basketball, we hung out! How could all of that mean nothing to him. I raised my hand as if expecting something to happen, but my legs charged forward without command. Ben seemed oddly shocked, stopping mid-step and watching me. I tackled him, knocking us both to the ground. I heard the children scream. The tables rattled.
"Didn't know you had this in you," he mumbled, kicking me off. "When did you grow a spine?"
"Shut up and leave well alone!" I ordered.
"Sorry, but I'm bored. Killing guards only gives me minor enjoyment. If I could, I'd kill more kids," he shrugged.
"You monster," I snarled.
Something spun passed me, colliding with Ben's shoulder. He stumbled back, surprised by the sudden hit. I turned around, spotting Mike doing a victory cheer. He gave Foxy a high five. I grinned. I had some pretty cool friends…Ben didn't stay down long as he wrapped me in a choke hold, dragging me into the hall. I heard Mike and Foxy let out a yelp.
"This guard is different, eh?" Ben panted. "He can see us? See the dead? Makes you wonder, huh? What else has he seen?"
"Leave him alone," I snapped, throwing Ben off me.
Ben casually walked away to a safe distant, looking back at me with a grin. He chuckled, shaking his head and raising a finger.
"You know this will go on forever…" commented Ben with a sigh. "We're both dead and that's not going to change."
"I'm not giving up," I urged.
"And neither will I," Ben nodded, shaking his head. "It's only night three, yes?"
"What?" I hissed.
"For this night guard? It's only night three?" Ben explained. "The longest someone's lived under my…management is five nights. I'll wait until then, eh?"
"Like you'll get the chance?" I grumbled. "With the dead day guard out front, they'll lock Mike up for murder!"
"True," agreed Ben, tapping a finger against his chin. "I could have him removed."
"Hide him? Like the children?" I whispered.
"I didn't hide the children's bodies," argued Ben, waving his arms up in defense. "I believe Freddy and the others did that."
"What?"
"Anyway," he yawned. "It's getting late, for me that is, and I'd prefer we played a little longer…see you in a few nights."
With that Ben vanished. I stumbled back, running into the man room. The children were fixing the tables and decorations with the help of some of the animatronics. Freddy was no where to be found and Foxy was hiding in his cove as evident by his little muzzle peeking through the curtains. Mike was unlocking the door, cleaning up the blood that was splashing against the glass surface. I stepped up behind him.
"The body?" I whispered.
"Gone…" Mike replied quietly. "Freddy took it away."
"Did you know him?"
"Not well…his name was…uh…his name was Robert," Mike gulped, standing up. "What happened to the other guy?"
"Ben?" I sighed. "He wants to keep playing. You're the piece…we've got until night five."
"Night five? Night five of what?" snapped Mike.
"Of your job," I nodded. "We've got to find a way to stop him."
"I'll look into it," yawned Mike. "After I try and get some sleep."
"Good luck," I commented, walking away.
"Tyler," called Mike.
I stopped, glancing back.
"We'll stop him…if its the last thing I do," grinned Mike.
"I'm worried it might be," I whispered under my breath, leaving.