*Ok so I just now realized you can't copy paste links. I'm sorry I realize I'm very slow thank you. It's not that hard to find though. I mean if you want it just message me and I'll send ya the link. Sorry guys I didn't notice until today XD. Well anyway, so I was thinking really hard about this chapter and the rest of the story for fact. So I decided this is when the new location from FNAF 3 isn't included because I don't have much info about it of course. A lot of this story was built from theories I had and you know I was thinking when they're talking about 'him' in the trailer I bet they're talking about the purple guy so I guess it's fitting but I'm not gonna say anything in this story about the new place even after it comes out. So idk if I've already told you or not but this story is rated T due to goryness, maybe I was a little too cautious about the rating but ya know... I won't cuss too much in this story, I have no problem with it but I just don't see where it would fit much. There will be a couple words here and there but nothing to out there. Wow long authors note hehe well I better get started on the chapter for you if anyone even reads these, if so sorry for keeping you from reading XD enjoy*
As the manager led him to the back room he could feel nothing but the emotion of happiness. Mr. Fazbear, the bigshot gave in to his WHOLE plan. He only did what he did to get back at him but since that day it's only been uphill. He knew if the man was smart he would give in and do what he wanted, even if he didn't state what he wanted. As they walk in it smelled of rot. He had never experienced the scent before but then he soon realized he liked it, after all it was his own doing that caused it... even if John was no longer covered in flesh Freddy still was and did he show it.
He looked to the ground to see the scattered animatronics to which he had only seen once, so new and shiny now rusted and torn. The manager noticed his eyes on the animatronics to which he decided to speak. "Yeah we tried to get them in with the new tech but they just looked bad ya know?" a nervous chuckle said it all...
That's how they knew
While trying to set them up with the new technology they found John's body.
This just made an insane smile grow on his face. He didn't care at all who knew what he had done, he was proud. Send him to jail, give him the death sentence... he had a feeling that would do no good. The manager saw this smile of his and was very disturbed once again. They both knew each other knew and their brief eye contact said more than either of them could've said out loud. He began to lean on the wall behind him and flipped one leg over the other, crossing his arms to his chest. The insane smile narrowed down to a proud smart ass smirk. One brow raised challenging the manager to dare question anything. The manager knew he wouldn't win so he gave up and pretended like whatever thing just happened, didn't.
He kept walking to the back where the rusted gold suit sit. It was in a lazed pose, much like a dead person slouched over. He would've shivered if he was a normal person and found things creepy.
"I like it. Why wasn't he apart of the new group?"
The manager was taken back by the sudden break of silence with such a subtle question. "Uh well we didn't know much about the old location and so we weren't sure what he'd... ya know, do."
He was lying
"Oh really huh? Hmm well I could give ya an answer to that but it wouldn't be in my best interest." he said with a sly smile and spun on his heel out of the room.
As he walked down the hallway he looked around much more and in to seperate rooms to get a feel of the place. He liked the feel of it. He knew he'd like it here even if it was only going to be for a short time. He figured he better get a good idea of the layout of the building since even if he wasn't going to be here for a long time and was only here for one soul purpose he was going to take it seriously so no one suspected anything. He continued on but one room caught his eye.
The prize room.
He felt drawn in and his interest peaked at the box in the corner by the counter. The manager of course was right behind him within seconds. Even though he didn't truely know anything he had a pretty damn good idea and he didn't trust him. He couldn't do anything though because even though he could be a serious threat 1. It was a big building every room filled with people theres no way he could be secretive about anything 2. Other security guards will keep an eye on him 3. He really needed a man for this position and it opens too soon for anyone else to come in and 4. All the animatronics are logged in with the police data base, they'll notice a kid missing, they'll notice he's missing, the police would be here within seconds.
The manager sighed and waltzed over to him and slid to his side. "This is my favorite." he said with fake enthusiasm as he wound the box. 'My grandfathers clock' began playing. He knew this melody.
Even if the Fazbears didn't even know his name he was along with the rest of the group were invited to their home often. It was late at night usually so they were putting John to bed by that time. He could always hear the Mrs' distinct humming of the tune. It made him smile then, wishing he had what Mr. Fazbear had. A loving wife, a child, a sucessful life.
He started to hum along with the song and the manager looked at him with suprise "You know the song?"
He was starting to wonder why the manager was so suprised at all of this, he practically told him he played Golden Freddy at the old location. Well not really but if this manager knew anything at all he would know this.
"Of course."
He replied simply. His eyes prickled slightly. He didn't feel sorry for John or even Mr. Fazbear. It was Mrs. Fazbear. The last time he saw her she was in shock and sorrow and he didn't want to hurt her. He knew it would but if everything went the way it should've she wouldn't have thought he was killed or even kidnapped. His feeling of remorse was soon gone as the Marionette rose from the box and suprised him
His shiny porceline face rising slowly. He looked in horror. Kids are going to enjoy that... thing? God it was terrifying to him. To make matters worse he felt as if it was... staring at... him. A scowl appeared on his face. 'You won't win' he thought. Whoever or whatever it was was not going to get to him. He was determined to get his job done and once it was anyone could do whatever the hell they wanted he was already determined with this.
After the awkward silence between the manager and he, and his never ending staring contest with the strung up doll his anger grew.
No one saw but his eyes turned souless. Dark and cold like he was possesed. He broke contact with the doll and spoke "Well it's late and I have things I need to do-" the manager flinced at the words things earning a glare from him "and I really must get going." he said with a severe sharpness in his tone. "Of course." the manager said in fear. "I'll see you opening day then." and gave a nod. The manager gave very quick nods and shoved an outfit in to his hands before speeding from the room.
Purple. It was a nice color. He always liked it.
