A/N-The third chapter! Finally, a swap to Foxy's POV. So yeah, things get darker... fast. Please review, and tell me if my murder sequence is good.
Cold. All I felt was a cold, dark sensation as if any action I wished to do would be taken as a suggestion rather than a command from my processor. "Where am I?" I wondered vaguely. As if to respond, a child's laugh sounded, distorted and demented. "Show yerself, ye bilgerat!" I yelled, voice thick with anger and threatening command.
"Are you sure?" A young voice asked. "Not, George, but who…?" I thought dimly, and replied with confidence, "I am." With that, a bright flash shone, giving way to a glimmering gold version of my own Foxy suit.
"Who in the name of Davey Jones's Locker are ye?" I asked, taken aback at this new development. What in the world was this… this thing? On closer observation, the suit was distinctly grimy, and blood flowed freely from the empty eye sockets and the mouth of it. The ethereal character seemed almost non-existent, if I focused on him directly, he blurred and faded. But, if you looked just out of the corner of your eye, you could make out the image of my suit, just…. Golden.
"I'm merely an illusion, a shadow of the hopes and dreams of the dead with unfinished business," The imposter said quietly, then added, "A vengeful spirit with enough malice to kill. Someone like George perhaps?" I'd heard enough. I let off a guttural shriek, and lunged toward the vision, and found myself backstage in the Pizzeria. This wasn't right…. Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica weren't supposed to be back here, and what was with the fourth one here? That one seemed…. familiar. I looked closer, the darkness giving way to bright red whiskers, two pointed ears, and an eyepatch. I was looking at myself.
"What the-?!" I cried, slashing my hook through the animatronic, only to see it pass by without doing any harm, as if my hook was made of smoke. Experimentally, I brushed my good hand through Bonnie's Bunny-Rabbit ears, only to get the same result: Hand passing by like it wasn't there. Suddenly, a hand was placed on my shoulder gingerly, and I turned to see "Golden Foxy" Placing a finger to his jaw, an unmistakable gesture. Shush. I turned my attention to the now opening door, and to the silhouette of what looked like a man. He murmured something about 'The Joy of Creation', pulling a Freddy Fazbear suit of the rack. The suit was wrong, just wrong. It was bright yellow, and dirty, like it was painted and rolled on the floor while the paint set.
"Maddness. A man, tough as a pirate or wimpy as a landlubber, can't live inside of one of our animatronic costumes." I thought. I was proven wrong, as the figure silently planted a leg in the suit, then another, as if he was putting on pants, one leg at a time. He then slipped on the arms, rolling them as if to get a feel for it. Once zipping up the back of his suit, he planted on the yellow headed mask, sighing in satisfaction. I'd managed to catch the badge adorning his jacket: Security. Without a word, he stepped out the door, giving way to the brightly lit Dining Area & Show Stage. Curious of what was happening, I followed out.
There, I saw five children playing a game of tag, until the man said, "Okay kids, follow me backstage for the fun game! We only have so long until the Pizzeria lets everyone in, so, lets hurry so we can finish our game and let you head on back to your parents!" He said with an oily voice. With that, he led the kids backstage. Once in the back room, he shut and locked the door, and selected a knife off of the table centered in the room. He hid the tool behind his back, and turned to a child.
"Who's your favorite character?" This 'Golden Freddy' asked, and the boy replied, "Freddy is!" Without another word, he scooped up the kid, and planted him into the body of Freddy Fazbear, and slit the unsuspecting child's throat. He stood, unmoving as sticky blood covered his makeshift suit, over the tiled floor, and over the now terrified children. He then proceeded to grab the dead child's head, took the knife, and gouged out the eyes of the boy. The murderer placed Freddy's head back onto the body, savoring the loud squelch and leaking blood as the child's face was torn up by the crossbeams, wires, and animatronic devices in the mask. He held the light blue eyes in the palm of his hand, turning to the huddled children.
"Chica's next." He quietly stated, wrenching a girl away from the others. "No…. I don't- NOOOO!" The girl screamed, kicking the air frantically as she was raised off the ground into the body of Chica. "MOMMY! MOMMY!" She called, just before she was forced into the suit, bones shattering as they tried to hold shape against the metal of the Endoskeleton's legs. The Golden Freddy then slit her throat, and went straight to plucking out the girl's eyes. He dangled the girl's violet eyes, grinning wildly.
"Bonnie." He said, crooking a finger toward another one of the boys. This child stepped forward willingly, shutting his maroon eyes for the inevitable. "See? Cooperation is what I like. Is that to much to ask?" He said, hefting the boy into the Bonnie suit. Instead of slitting this lad's throat, he ripped out his eyes, a sickeningly wet noise being made as blood flowed freely from his empty eye sockets. The boy made a loud, inhuman scream as his nerves registered damage. The last remaining boy averted his eyes, and upon seeing the glimmer of a key, nudged the girl, pointing at the new discovery.
She nodded, and they snuck behind the man, the boy leading the way out and silently shutting the door behind them. "I-I think we're safe…." The boy said, shaking uncontrollably from what he'd just seen. The girl sobbed, broken from the sight of severed eyes and her favorite childhood mascots being turned into body bags. "C'mon…. we need to hide." the boy said, tugging on her sweater sleeve. The girl gasped, looking down to the dark red splotch on her yellow linen sweater, and the knife protruding from it.