*Ello I'm back. So I hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter, it took me a long time to complete because my laptop charger broke so I couldn't use it for a couple weeks. So I'm really excited to post this next chapter, I'm super hyped about this. I'm having writers block at the moment so I'm having problems lol. Well that's pretty much all I have to say. Enjoy the chapter*
CHAPTER TWO
SOMETHING SNAPPED
Everything changed that day. Mr. Fazbear was entertaining the children along with the rest of the gang. They were enjoying there last days. They were unsuspecting. They had no clue. They didn't know how the man was feeling about the change. They didn't know he was planning... something to get back at them.
He wasn't thinking straight. Horrible pictures kept flashing in his mind. Pictures of gore and horror but they seemed to please him. He wanted to murder them all. He wanted to just... whack their heads off. He felt his mind slipping further into these dark thoughts. He knew how he had to get back at them. He had to kill them. But no... that wouldn't work. Well he was already flying off the handle so all he needed to do was extinguish someone. He's always wanted to know how it felt to kill a man. For the next half hour he watched John play with a toy he'd given to him by his feet. Poor John. No more daddy for John. He stopped himself. No he couldn't do that to John. He couldn't kill his parents, that would make him suffer that's the last thing he wanted. He had to rethink his plan. He couldn't murder the others, he didn't think it'd get his message across... no that wouldn't torture them. No.
He thought of his plan every hour of every day. No one bothered him, they just thought he was just checked out. He was ready to leave and didn't care, so they left him by himself. Even John wouldn't speak to him. John was worried at how he was acting so he thought it best to just be hush hush.
The man was slowly slipping further and further, the hatred engulfing him. He didn't even try to stop. He'd just give a derranged smile and push himself down.
Two weeks passed and he still hadn't conjured a plan. He was panicing he needed to think of something. Then the crates rolled in.
The animatronics had arrived. They are here now. He's got to leave now. Then it hit him.
As they rolled the animatronics out on dollies he thought of it. He began to chuckle slightly.
He could stuff someone in the Freddy suit. But who... he still hadn't thought of it yet. It couldn't possibly fit a large man in it.
His eyes widened and a light clicked on.
He slowly turned his head to John.
He was pouting in the corner by himself. The whole staff was here, cleaning out their lockers which he had already done. He was aloud to keep the Golden Freddy costume since it was of no use anymore. Mr. Fazbear was talking to the delivery man. He called to him.
"Hey... uh... buddy!"
He looked up at his soon to be former boss. "Hey yeah could you watch the bots for me for a bit I gotta go to the back room and sign some things."
A smile spread across his face as he threw a glance to the child and the suits. "Yes sir Mr. Fazbear you take your time!" he waved as he walked with the delivery man to the back. He put on his cheeziest smile he could make and did a little finger wave. As soon as they were gone he put on his suit. John couldn't see him and nor was he even looking anywhere. When he finished dressing he approached John.
"Hello John." "Hi." he said with attitude "What's wrong bud?" John looked at his feet "You know, the robots and all."
He just made an ah sound and walked to John's backside. He placed one hand on John's shoulder. "Yes John I understand. But don't worry you won't ever have to see them again."
He quickly threw his arm around John's mouth, smothering him with the fur sleeve. John was panicing, making muffled screams and kicking... but no one was around to see or hear. He picked him up and ran to the lifeless Freddy.
He knocked the head off the top which was suprisingly easy. He glanced inside quickly to see that logically there would be no way a person could survive being pushed in there. He flung his feet in and stuffed and pushed until John was silent. He looked down at him and let out the most evil laugh anyone could've ever heard. He heard a shuffle. He quickly grabbed the head and put it back on and jumped out of his costume, which was covered in John's blood. He threw on an act.
He was in a searching stance glancing all around the room, eyes rushing from one side to another. Mr. Fazbear came from the back room. He stopped in his tracks to see his employee doing a panic search of the place.
"Uhm may I ask what you are doing-" then he looked over to see his son was gone. "Where'd John go?!"
The man looked up at him "I don't know Mr. Fazbear! He said he needed to use the restroom and didn't come back out! I knocked to ask if he was okay and the door flew right open!"
Mr. Fazbear's eyes widened. He yelled for his wife and friends. They all came running to the lobby. "What? What's wrong dear?" He looked at his wife at lightning speed with panic in his eyes "John's gone!" she gasped "WHERE IS HE?!" She yelled
Mr. Fazbear grabbed her shoulder and pulled her into a hug. "I think he ran away dear." He looked at his friends "Call the police. NOW!" the both ran to the phone. Mrs. Fazbear slowly slid to the floor. "JOHN!" she scream letting out a flood of tears.
The police searched the small town for months. Search parties searched surrounding cities.
No sign.
Meanwhile the man was in hiding. He went missing himself and no one could find him. But no one suspected a kidnapping.
After a while Mr. Fazbear went insane and began to build another suit. He thought the reason his son ran away is because Golden Freddy wasn't in the band. So he began builiding. Hardly ever sleeping. Hardly eating. All he did all day and night was build.
After so long his sanity slipped and he was no longer there. The suit was complete but due to his mental health, was never put up with the others.
Mrs. Fazbear sold the company, she couldn't run it by herself. She had to do what she had to do.
Some very rich man bought the company and was going to make a pizzaria out of it. He was going to blow a big amount on new animatronics since these ones were getting old and withered.
The man in hiding knew of this happening. He was eager for the new restaurant opening. He was going to get a job there.
He needed to.
He had a blood thirst now.
