7 Nights in Hell

by BlackDragon41

Mike has spent 5 frightening nights at Freddy's with mechanical killers at 18, he's back 30 years later to make some cash but is unaware that he's about to get much more than he bargained for. He's going on a thrilling ride of suspense and horror. It's a good thing he's got a little help this time but how well can the aid of a dead Animatronic-possessing psychopath be or even last?

3. They're Watching

7 Nights in Hell

Chapter 3: They're Watching

A/N: I hope you all of you are enjoying this fic as I am writing it, it's certainly different from my typical stories but it's refreshing for me and I thank all of you who favorite, follow, and even just reading. This is getting a lot of views which that alone is very encouraging. The song 'Springtrap Finale ' is also quite inspirational for this story. It's by 'Ground breaking ' for those interested. Find it on YouTube! It's also downloadable for free. Awesome song.

Anyway, I've noticed a lot of errors on my last chapters and will edit them sometime soon. For now enjoy chapter 3.

One more thing, I feel like part of this chapter is rushed so I will go back and add more content over the next day or so and maybe more previews.

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"The main office is just down this hall Mike, you coming?" Nicholson's voice echoed down the small strip and this immediately tore Mike from Springtrap's lasting glare.

"Yeah, one second!" He shouted back and swiftly swung his head back towards the mechanical rabbit to see it hunched forward a bit with an arm out before it; as if it was trying to get some balance to stand. "I know what you are. I also know your name; a friend of mine had unfortunately got acquainted to you, you almost killed him you damned pile of scrap metal." The security guard flinched a little when he saw the rabbit animatronic twitch its head erratically a couple of times to his words, as if taken by surprise and not content with the revelation. "I knew it, you're definitely one of 'them'… Springtrap."

" S-ring trah-" The animatronic slowly tilted its head up at an odd angle to meet the man's eyes.

Mike blinked a few times when he heard a low muffled repeat of the animatronics' name, it sounded so mechanical but certainly a human voice was present given the undeniable undertones of negative emotion in the voice. It was pretty hard to distinguish between man and machine. The animatronic continued to stare threateningly with its head tilted to one side but remaining frozen in its position, one side of its face was in shadows from the angled light shining down. It definitely did not look happy, and the half-smile was not a friendly one with the combo of narrowed eyes. The security guard was still taken back that he heard a voice; whether it be his own imagination or real. "Did you just-?"

"Mr. Schmidt, is there a problem?" Nicholson interrupted and poked his head out from the office at the main end of the hallway.

"No!" Mike shouted back and grabbed the bottom of the door shutter and lowered it down a bit with his flashlight still on the still animatronic. "At least, not yet." He said more quietly to himself; eyes unmoved from the tainted golden rabbit in fear that it would make a leap for him if he was to take his gaze off of it for another second. Unsure if it was a good idea or not to pull the shutters down quickly or slowly to prevent an attack; he ultimately decided to just pull it down all the way at an even pace and hope for the best.

When he took his eyes off of Springtrap and pulled down the metal door, he heard more scraping metallic sounds like something heavy was raking across the floor or walls; it was moving around inside. Cautiously, Mike began to back away from the storage locker and kept his eyes on it for half a minute; he bravely turned completely around and made a swifter pace to the office to where he saw the collector waiting outside of the doorway. Thankfully no more sounds were made as he strode to the security room, or at least not that he could hear; but he had a dreadful feeling that there was going to be a lot of commotion before he leaves, if he leaves by the break of dawn.

"Quickly Michael, I must be going soon; it's past my time to retire for the night and I do have a meeting in town to sign off for my building tomorrow morning."

"Um sorry to keep you waiting Will, I was just… just uh… admiring-" Mike felt like he wanted to puke saying that. "Admiring the animatronic… rabbit you have." He was certainly no fan of freaky machines, especially the one that is basically the cause of the deadly job that traumatized him for years. Curse the things he just had to do to keep his job. It didn't help that he was tired of the ridicule, only a select few knew what he had went through and understood it so there was no need to sound like a crack-case like Nicolson basically labeled the dayshift guard.

"Ah, so you appreciate a wonderful work of aged artistry and machinery? You didn't seem so interested in the rest of my collection, but I can understand why you would like this one more." Nicholson nodded with a smile. "Depreciated value is real value. Nothing says more character than scars of time hmm?"

Mike rolled his eyes and huffed silently, "Yeah, let's go with that. The rest are more disturbing; bright colors, huge eyes, slaphappy faces, you know; that kind of stuff." 'Like a foul smelling and decaying puke-green-yellowish rabbit with tons of holes and half an ear missing is more appealing? I just had to see the damn thing for myself when it's not supposed to be around anymore. Always my luck. Damn, Fritz will not be happy to hear this.'

"That one back there is the oldest one I have, also the most weathered down and stained by who knows what; it smells awful too when up close. I only wish I could find more information on it but there's hardly anything."

"Pity." Mike said more blankly and walked past the collector to see what his office was like, it was a small junk-hole like he expected from an old warehouse. It even had that age-old dusty smell. 'Great. Like old times… but worse.' It was bigger than the one at the pizzeria but darker and dustier than his current place of employment; it was also very unappealing and rundown like it hadn't been cleaned or maintained in years, dust was everywhere but on the desk. The walls were painted in an off sea blue that looks to be fading out and chipping in places, at least it wasn't littered in papers and pictures of kids drawings. There did appeared to be some form of paperwork neatly stacked on the edge of the security office's desk as well as a couple of pens, a digital clock, a cellphone, an antique metal fan still running, a new looking computer with an attached security monitor on the side, and a handheld panel like he used back at the old pizzeria. Everything he needed was right there and ready to use.

"You mood has become sour. Any problems?"

"Nah." Mike waved his hand out and shook his head. "Just ready to get my shift done and over with like always." He finished with a more upbeat tone as he walked up to his wheeled chair and took a seat in it before looking around to see cobwebs in the corners of the office.

"I do apologize for the filthy place. I took this warehouse to store my collection on a last minutes notice and rented it right on time, two weeks before it is to be destroyed. It was the only place big enough to store my collection, it was also the cheapest since a lot of my money will be going into the museum. Well, I do have much more to say but I knew that I wouldn't have too much time to go over everything here so I asked the dayshift guard to leave you the details on a recorded message. His name is Tony Fletcher, he'll give you the rundown that I gave him; the security tech and building are fairly big and may seem difficult to keep track of and continually monitor but it's not too bad. The security panel on the desk in front of you is where you can normally flip through the building's layout and through the cameras all throughout the place." He pointed to the handheld device.

Mike pulled his seat up to the old metal desk and reached down to grab onto the security tablet, he liked this; he uses one all of the time. He turned onto its side and pressed a small button and the screen lit up, then the full building's layout came up on screen in the bottom right corner. His eyes twitched at the size of the place and all of the rooms. "This seems like fun." He said, sarcastically speaking that is.

William chuckled to himself and patted Mike on his shoulder. "There's plenty to keep an eye on but at least I didn't have every storage locker fitted with security cams, it would be far too costly and too much for my museum; I plan to transfer the system after everything has been removed from here. "Unfortunately, this is only half of the security."

"Half?" Mike repeated with an eyebrow twitching.

"Yes, I have a few cameras outside the exit doors, and even a couple in the upper and lower vents; now the vent cams were the most difficult to install. In fact, I might just leave those here. It's an affordable loss I suppose."

Mike clicked through the camera system on the panel to find the vent and outdoor cameras but wasn't having any luck. "Uh, where are the outdoor and vent cams? … Oh and why do you even have vent cameras anyways?"

Yet, another red flag.

The older man pointed to the computer. "They're on a separate system since the place is so big, Installation was a hassle and it was cheaper to buy a smaller system for the outdoors and ventilation than to get a bigger package with the main system with instillation only going to last a week. The vents are pretty big for this spacious warehouse, even a full grown man could fit into them with ease and we have yet to catch a culprit so they were added just the night before for added security."

'Cutting corners? You're rich, don't just cut corners… cheapskate.' He wanted to say it aloud but only nodded instead. This man rented out a dark and shitty dump to save a few bucks, he could have at least put all of the security shit on one system; but then he wouldn't be able to save a few more dollars. He had the money to do it, why not go all the way? Now Mike was going to have to flip through rooms on one system and then hop onto another to keep track of sneaky intruders… or one insane killer animatronic wanting to creep about and get him. The security guard placed his panel down and pushed himself in his rolling chair to the side some to find the outside and ventilation setup. He clicked an arrow that pointed to the words on the monitor that read: System 2 and was instantly greeted with the side panel lighting up with four security screens for the outside and six for ventilation underneath them. He immediately noticed two small but long on-screen rectangular buttons on the main bottom; a light green one and a pale blue one.

"Well, you seem to have the basic layout for now. The recording is on that cell right there, the dayshift guard should be leaving you any with small details of his shift every night for added security measure." William leaned to the side to pick up the small handheld device and pressed a few buttons on it before lowering it for the security guard to take. Mike took the phone and held it upright as Nicholson pointed at the numbers. "This is my number should anything disastrous or serious happen when I am not here, keep calling if you can't reach me. I am rather busy at times, be mindful of that. You can leave a recorded message if necessary too." The man tapped a small button on the device and scrolled down old messages to the last reading; Tony. "This is Tony's message; the dayshift guard, all you have to do is double click it to play the message; it's pretty simple. You will find all of his messages here and my number at the main top."

"Anything else?" Mike added with annoyance, he was still not happy with the loads of cameras and the fact that he had to juggle two different systems to keep up with the entire place; a killer was in lying in and waiting to come out when the collector leaves and he was going to have to somehow keep it away from him.

"That is all I have I'm afraid, Tony has left you with the rest I trust; but I know that you'll do fine. You are a professional security guard with years of experiences, I believe that alone speaks for itself."

"Yeah." Mike replied with no enthusiasm present, this was much more to handle than his own workplace; so much to keep track of but the pay was just irresistible in the time of desperate need. If only for Beth and Natalie, he can't walk away now; even with that murdering menace still around.

"Good!" Well, I'll be going then. Get settled down and comfy, flip through the cameras to get a good layout memorized, and listen to Tony for instructions and tutorials. Everything should run smoothly so long as there are no break-ins. Easy enough." William finished as he walked through the doorway. "Oh, and one more thing." He poked his head back into the office.

"Yeah?" Mike asked, peeling his eyes away from the multiple screens to see William Nicholson at his door.

"Be mindful of Mr. Fletcher now, he's not so experienced but he's not been too bad for the two days that he's been employed either. He's an excellent worker and sort of an overachiever, he even wants a security job at my museum after it opens. It's just, he has these weird stories I find rather bizarre but too unbelievable, even for me and I'm an oddities enthusiast. Now he's only been working for two days but I fear that he's been keeping his eyes locked on the screens for far too long and may have been seeing things out of paranoia or even out of fatigue. So remember that. Walk around the plant if you need to at times to get the blood flowing better, sitting around for too long in this dusty and stale place might be unhealthy; that might have been Tony's reason of seeing things for this place is cold in these winter months and lacks proper circulation of air."

'That's just great.' "It is sort of chilly in here." Mike exhaled silently now that he was actually paying attention to the cool room temperature, the place sure wasn't arid for he could literally see dust particles floating in the light of the dim lamp above. It was a little cold but not too distracting; especially with stress heating him up. But really, like he needed more problems? Besides, he highly doubted that he'd be hallucinating anything, there was more things to worry about than cold dustyass air. Like keeping the door locked. It was made of wood in his observation and its handle was pretty old too, an animatronic could easily shatter the old decaying wood with a good enough strike.

"I'll be fine." The security guard made a light fake smile then sighed. He was NOT going to be okay unless he figured out a way to keep Springtrap away from the office and vents. Fritz told him plenty about this killing machine and how he behaved and what lured him away. It's too bad there's no sound system that he could see in the security programs. "Really Will, I'm ready to get to work".

Nicolson nodded with a smile of confidence. "Off I go then and good luck. Have a good night Mr. Schmidt." He then walked away.

Mike saw the man's figure move by dusty window in front of his desk, he had seen the man leave from the main storage room and watched as his silhouette disappeared into the darker docking area. It wasn't s minute later that he heard a door shut and echo all the way to his office. His shift had just officially begun and there was a long moment of stillness in the warehouse, just nothing but utter silence in the dark place; it was eerily disturbing since he knew he was not truly alone.

The first thing the aged security guard did after the moment of silence was get up from his desk and head over to the door to close it, he pulled it closed and turned the old manual lock. Maybe the warehouse was locked up pretty well and pretty safe but for the security crew it was severely flawed, he preferred a metal door connected to power and able to be closed by the security system; not the way-old outdated security fit for the late eighties. His weapons and a wooden door was all he had to defend himself from Springtrap.

Mike pulled off his hat and ran a hand through his hair and exhaled heavily in frustration and worry when he sat back down at the desk. He did not sign up for this shit.

Putting his hat back on, he reached over and grabbed the cellphone and pressed the last recorded message and held the device up to his right ear. It was time to get to work, but he needed a little help to get started first.

The phone beeped a few times before a young adult male voice picked up.

"Hey there… uh… new guy, my name is Tony Fletcher and welcome to The Nicolson Collection!"

Mike lightly cringed from the guy's sprightly tone, he sounded like he was somewhere in his early twenties and having a good time at a dump warehouse apparently.

"Cool intro huh?"

"No." Mike bitterly spat.

"I've been working on it, Nicholson might just give me a job if I do well all week; I really hope I get it. He has tons, no literally 'tons' of cool and freaky stuff. You should have saw all the neat-o things he had before they were boxed up, amazing collectables. I even got to help and box a couple of things; well actually take out of a box to inspect and then re-box anything in great condition to be prepped for the museum, most of this stuff has come from most of the corners of the country! Imagine that? Super cool. Now I wasn't into this weird stuff until I got to look at it for myself; and I admit, some of it is pretty interesting. You should totally take the time to check out what's still unpacked when you have the time. … So new guy- uh … Mikey! Yeah, Mikey Shmitz I believe?"

"Nope." Mike said rolling his eyes, it was evident that this dayshift guard was a horrible listener. 'What an overexcited overachiever you have Will.'

"Today I am supposed to leave you with the details of the new security system installed just a couple of days ago, it might be a little glitchy though; the people who installed it didn't try very hard and were quick to leave like they saw a ghost or something so not everything is wired right. Nicholson said that it would be okay though, the whole system will be yanked out of here anyways so all we have to do is just keep a close eye on the stuff for five days and then we'll be out of here. Easy enough right?"

"I wish it was. I had a feeling that this job was too good to be true and it is apparently."

"Now, there is a lot of stuff to cover but it's not so difficult when you play around with it for a little bit. There's plenty of rooms to click through and it's pretty dark in most places but what I do love about this system is a feature that is very helpful in this virtually lightless warehouse. On system 2 there's a program you can run, it's a night vision mode. Can you believe that? Sounds pretty great right? You should definitely check it out, really helpful I find it to be. Should find the setting on the main monitor, I would encourage you to try it out now and get used to it because it is very useful; especially in the main storage room and the loading dock as well as hallways two and three. Here, take a moment to give it a go."

"Night vison eh?" That sounded pretty interesting Mike had to admit, that would be very useful in watching out for a killer rabbit animatronic. The guard pulled his chair up to the bigger monitor and looked around for the settings. He clicked back on the screen of multiple camera views and found the two buttons he spotted earlier, one light green and the other light blue. He clicked the green one and the current room on his smaller monitor was instantly lit up in green shades. Suddenly drawn from the light he grabbed his tablet and saw that the top of that screen read: Night vision. "Sweet." He said quietly to himself. He switched the screen to the furthest hallway to see down the dark stretch, it was pretty clear and empty. He flipped through the rooms with the mode activated, he even saw the cluster of mechanical animals still in place; that was until the helpful setting suddenly shut off and he was looking into a dark interior with barely visible silhouettes. "What the hell? Really?!" Mike cursed aloud when he moved back to the second system to reactivate the night vision but a small and red error message popped up on the screen and flashed dimly over the light green button.

"Uh, so I take it that you had a good amount of time to check out the night cams? I also take it that you may find the night vision setting is limited too. Well… that would be the installer's fault, it doesn't work for very long unfortunately, its wiring is screwed up and has to be rebooted like every thirty seconds after using it. Same with the strobe lights on all of the cameras."

"You've got to be kidding me? Damn it!" Mike pounded a fist on the desk in irritation, just more problems with cheap services putting up shit for a cheap man.

"The button next to the night vision one is the lights. It's like a flash light on the camera but its wirings are faulty too and can go out at any time or flicker annoyingly like a strobe light. Truthfully, I don't like it; the flashing lights light up the faces of the animatronics here and it's just plain creepy as freak man. I don't like using it unless the night vision mode is in the process rebooting; which is annoying to wait on but certainly necessary. It also has a tendency to dim in and out after long periods of use too, so remember that."

"Like I need that too?! Fuck!" Mike spat and clicked the light blue button next to the night vision, he lit up the room with the animatronics and the light stayed on the animals for a good few seconds before flickering off and on sporadically. Tony wasn't lying when he said the animatronics were creepy in the bright light going in and out on their permanent freak faces. He watched the light flicker a few times before it went out completely and an error sign popped up over the light blue button; the two buttons both blinked 'error' in unison.

"To reboot them, all you have to do is double click and then a list of settings will pop up; then click reboot and wait. Simple."

Mike followed the instruction and rebooted both at the same time. "Great." He said lowly to himself.

"Now all of the vents and outdoor cameras are easy to watch over since all cams are on the same monitor so you should see everything without having to flip over like the ones on the small panel, the only downside to this is there's nine cameras to watch; it's still fairly easy though. I have quick eyes, maybe you do too?"

"Is that supposed to be an attempted compliment?" Mike retorted.

"Watch the vents carefully, there's plenty in the warehouse but none of them are running any air for the building's heating and cooling is out of commission; that's why it's so cold in this place and why trespassers can get in and move about. The ventilation might not work but there is a vent behind you, you can open it if you need some fresh air; it leads directly outside but let's colder air in, but at least it's better for your health. If there is the case that someone has broken into this place and is using one of the vents; then double click that vent on the main monitor to seal it, another downside is you can only have one sealed vent at a time. If you do get anyone in a vent then you have plenty of time to react and call the police or take matters into your own hands if you feel up to it; personally a little help is what I'll need but I doubt a break-in will occur during the daylight, so do be careful man."

"Of course." Mike said blankly, poking the vents on the monitor and sealing one at random.

"There's three vents in the security office, one above you, one below you, and one on your right side near the floor in the corner. The top and bottom ones are a couple feet behind you, you'll be able to hear anything coming from them. Let's hope nothing- uh nobody gets in the vents."

"Fuck. Why are there so many vents in here?" Mike then blinked and turned around to look at the vents that the man had pointed out, there was three. No wonder it was so cold. But oddly, the guy had corrected himself by saying 'nothing', and he must have seen the golden rabbit for himself then? Is this why Nicholson thought the guy was crazy?

"I have no idea why there's that many vents, it's a little scary thinking that somebody above or below can up- up on you from behind. Not that I'm paranoid! No, it's… it's just a little terrifying but anyth-anybody in the ventilation would… No, no one is going to use a nasty vent as a method of breaking in; it'll be too loud and- and-. Uh… don't sweat it." The voice started to break. "Really, there's nothing to worry about. Um let's see here? What to go through next- uh-"

Tony sounded a lot different after mentioning that, Mike now knew that something was up, Springtrap must have tried to get the guy through the vents earlier today. There was no way to get conformation but the nightshift guard had a feeling, but why was the man hiding something then? Why hide his experience? Mike was fully interested in it. Fletcher sounded so relaxed at first but now sounded like a paranoid schizophrenic as the thought of the ventilation, something had to of happened regarding the vents and a 'trespasser' and he may have played it off to seem better in Nicholson's eyes. The poor guy wanted a job at the museum but he was also ridiculed for sharing his close encounter. That had to have been it.

"Uh, well that's all I have for now. Nothing too exciting happened in this shift, I'm okay and everything's fine. See, nothing to worry about. … My shift is up in a few and I need to be going soon. I'll go over the rest of the features tomorrow, you have the basics in your hands for now and I think you'll do fine. If you have any problems then I'm sure you can hold them or call Nicholson, he knows a lot about these systems and would probably like to assist. Good luck man."

A loud beep concluded the recording. Mike placed the phone back down onto the desk and looked at the clock on the wall to his right, it was a quarter past one; talking to William and listening to the recording made time seem to fly some but now it was going to crawl since he didn't have anyone to talk to. The only thing he could do now was watch over his monitors and survey the hallway and the storage locker that contained Springtrap, he highly doubted that anyone would break into such a beat up looking place with nothing but junk.

It was Springtrap causing the problems around here, nobody else would waste their time on a place with pointless crap.

…

Springtrap leaned his head back against the wall in thought, the new security guard was keeping pretty quiet strangely; unlike the dayshift one that talked to himself a lot and freaked out with every single one of the security system's flaws preventing him from a perfect scan. The poor kid had been wallowing in hours of disappointment, just as he did without the system; like when he first patrolled down the halls with a pathetic little flashlight on his first day. He was more loud and klutzy; bumping into shit and he wasn't paying attention to his surroundings.

He was also annoying; very annoying. Springtrap hear every complaint or panicking yelp, I didn't help that the guy was a coward and paranoid individual. He took this advantage to have a little fun. If he could smile than he would, terrorizing the guy was very satisfying. Just a little trip through the vents and sneaking up from behind. It's been a while since he'd seen such beautiful fear, fear deserving for the annoyance he had to tolerate.

This new security guard though, the new one and first on the nightshift; he sure was an interesting one. There hasn't been a single person yet to automatically recognize the Fazbear Entertainment spring Bonnie suit, let alone him as the murderer trapped within. This guard… Mike; he believed he saw on the nametag, had mentioned that his friend was almost killed by him. The only man that Springtrap had even got close to killing in his controllable cage was that Fritz guy from the horror attraction on the night watch right before the place burned down nearly a month ago. No. Before that 'coward' burned it down. Yes, that Fritz Smith. The damn coward that would not listen to him nor help him when plead.

The rotting animatronic coiled its robotic fingers and a low resonating growl escaped the damaged voice filter. If he ever saw that guy again then he'd be sure to kill him, that security guard is the reason that he's in this trashy hell and about to be trapped with those abominations for many long years.

No.

That wasn't going to happen.

But- he couldn't leave the place, if caught then there would be no telling what would be done to him. He only wanted freedom, not another shitty and larger cage to be displayed to the public like a freak attraction. He did not want to deal with masses of people taking pictures, recording videos, asking questions, and gaping in awe at him like an animal at a zoo, nor be locked away or sealed far from the light of day for being the monstrosity that he was.

And if they discovered him and linked him to the missing children? … Then there would likely be a new hell he'd be going through.

It's a shame he's already set to be a main attraction again, days away from being bolted to a metal frame of steel rods and put on display in a stupid museum; meant to display as a piece of history to fucking Fazbear Entertainment Company. He definitely wasn't going to let that happen. He might just end up a freak attraction because of the new guard, this man knew who he was and Fritz; if the guy leaves here alive after his shift then… well then there wouldn't be even a slight moment of peace ever again. Shame for being a representation to the company that pushed him to his spring-locked coffin would- … he couldn't even bear the thought! There was enough shit bothering his enraged and tethered soul, he did not need anything else to increase his suffering and madness.

Pounding one fist to the wall in rage, the animatronic rabbit then took a moment to cool after hearing the thud. There was no need to draw more attention to himself, especially since the guy was probably watching this storage locker diligently, Springtrap needed to be patient and smart on this attack. He leaned forward slightly and rested his arms on his knees; he fiddled with his metal fingers as he devised a plan. It was clearly evident that this man had to die, tonight; but how was still a plot in the making. If he simply came out of the storage room then Mike would immediately catch sight and take action to defend or flee; as did the day shift guard earlier today when he was spotted and bolted for an outdoor exit for a couple hours. So much for wanting to toy with the guy like he did with the first, however; there wouldn't be no playing around with this one, it's just too risky to let this one go. There needed to be a distraction, just one long enough to allow him time to leave his room unobserved and make it far enough in the hall to block the only exit. … Unfortunately, the only real distractions that wasn't him were inactive unless-

That's it.

A low muffled chuckle came from Springtrap's voice filter, it was a stupid idea and yet an ingenious one. A little pain for a lot of gain. He was not so thrilled to start up the distraction but knew it wouldn't cause too much problems, even a mere minute is all he would need to get out and get the jump on the guard; he could even turn it into a quick game of cat and mouse at that.

Ah games, it's been a long while since he's had some real fun.

Springtrap took a coiled fist and rammed it right into the upper right side of his collar, a few steel rods that belonged to the compressed animatronic struck dried and withered bones and scraped over them briefly; sharp components abraded him roughly and painfully. An animatronic-humanlike pained mechanical wail escaped him and echoed loudly enough in the small storage space, the rotted rabbit then hissed and jerked about a few times in his spot on the floor; he felt very real pain despite being dead. Trapped within his own bones and in the suit had its disadvantages but it also had an advantage here with 'them'.

They liked the sound of his pain.

Once the sharpness of the ache dulled down; the golden animatronic moved onto all fours before standing up on his two legs, he ambled over to the door and raked his damaged fingers over the metal a couple of times to create loud metallic scraping sounds. This was just part of the plan.

One of them; even just one had to be moving about after that, or at least coming to life since the damned things loved his suffering. Hopefully one of the smaller ones would be active and go looking for him, they'd be no threat and easily distract the security guard.

All he had to do now was wait.

It shouldn't be long.

…

Mike removed his gaze away from the handheld panel for what seems like the hundredth time already to see the clock, it now showed 1:55 a.m. Mike couldn't help but sigh heavily and get back onto the monitors to scan around again. He had been watching Springtrap's little room like a hawk for a couple hours and had found that nothing was going on with the crazed killer animatronic, it hadn't even so much as make a sound for the longest time. If he was going to expose that demented killer then he needed recorded proof, he couldn't get recorded proof unless it came out of its hidey-hole.

"Arrrraaaaaaahhhhhh!"

Schmidt nearly jumped out of his skin when a loud and pained wail sounded from down the hall, he could hear the human tone intertwined with mechanical interference in the cry. It had to be Springtrap. Quickly clicking the cam on his handheld panel back to the hallway outside of his door; Mike stared at the closed storage locker at the end of the hall for a long moment without even as much as a blink of an eye, he couldn't tell what was happening back there but the animatronic rabbit had to be back there still. There hadn't been any sounds or movements prior to this sudden screech.

Loud sharp grating sounds then filled the mic on cam 02 that he was viewing, the scraping noises had chills crawling up his arms and his spine. It sounded as if it was trying to claw its way out. He didn't know what in the hell the deranged bunny was doing back there or why, at least he had the audio with the cam so that's some kind of proof but not fully believable without the star of the show making an appearance.

"What are you waiting for Spring-crap?" Mike said quietly to himself with his eyes still glued to the screen. He wasn't sure if he wanted the thing to come out or stay put, if only for his own safety; he didn't know how to fight or fend off a possessed mechanical suit of steel. He felt a bead of sweat trickle down the side of his face, his expression was not of fear but underneath his tough exterior was a racing heart.

He kept his eyes fixed on that one spot for a few minutes but there hadn't been any more sounds or movements, something was definitely up.

Tck tck tck tck tck tck tck tck…

A new light sound immediately had the man blinking and looking directly up at the ceiling, it sounded like something metal gently tapping on the roof over his head; it was too dull and quiet to be the vents. He stared at the ceiling for a long moment before glancing back at his tablet. Not a second sooner there was a flash of light coming from the corner of his eye, something was going on in System 2. Momentarily leaving cam 02, Mike moved to the side in his swivel chair and glanced at the large screen to see that one of the vent cameras and an outside cameras was showing meshed grey and white for a signal loss.

"The hell?" The night watch cursed with a raised brow and clicked the messed up cam and began to fix the lost connection, it took nearly a minute to get them both back online. He scanned the positions carefully with night vision enabled but could see nothing outside of the exit door on the left side of the warehouse and nor anything in the ventilation. With the remaining time of his working night vision mode; Mike clicked through the rooms and halls to see if he could locate the source of the noises, he pressed cams 06, 08, 09, 01, and then dread filled him when he clicked back at cam 02; the hallway.

Right in line of sight was a tall bunny shaped figurine standing right in the middle of the hall, Springtrap had snuck out of his rabbit hole and he was grinning; that bastard. Mike nearly flipped when the night vision went out just as the mechanical menace began to amble towards the office at a slow pace, he could hear the slow heavy footsteps of clawed metal feet tap the tiled floor with each step.

In a panic, the security guard jumped back to system 02 an enabled the on cam flashlight; he clicked it on and saw the light to his far left outside of his window shine from the hallway. As he lit it up he could see Springtrap just right inside the hall entrance; it was just standing there and staring at him through the window with the endless smile and half lidded eyes like its intentions were insanely sick. It stood there with the light painting it a bright LED blueish-white, it stood there until the light started to dim out and blink off and on out of the weak connection.

"Fuck!" Mike cursed aloud while getting out of his chair and shoving it back, he looked back at his tablet to see that the light had went completely. "Damn it all, I don't have time for this!" He screamed and took a step to the side to reboot the night vision, he clicked it and remained perfectly still to hear the steps getting close to his door. "What do you want Springtrap?!" He shouted and hoped to delay the animatronic abomination, it stopped by his door and remained there.

Beep beep.

The high pitched beeping sounds was a relief to his ears, the night vision mode was back online and Mike wasted no time at all to fire it up. A film of grainy green filled the dark screen of the hallway camera and the security guard's eyes widened. The animatronic yellow-green rabbit stood directly in front of his door while looking back at the camera adjacent from it, it was tall enough to almost take the whole right side of the camera's view; those eyes where fixed on his through glass screen. It knew that he was watching it.

Mike did not dare switch the view to another room nor take his eyes off of the killer that was literally separated from him by an old wooden door, it's like if he looked away then it would get in. He stared for nearly a minute with no movements from either of them until the camera screen suddenly fizzled out and lost signal.

"No!"

A loud bang came from behind the door, then another and another; each strike progressively got louder.

Mike stumbled backwards as the banging on the door continued, his back finally met the wall on the opposite end and he stared at the wooden frame of the old rickety place slowly peel away from the wall. Snapping out of his frightened trance, the security guard went for his belt and pulled out his gun; he held his pistol close and waited for the murderous animatronic to break through his only line of defense. If the stupid wood took too much more wallops then he'd really be fighting for his life; that would be a bad way to end night one of this so called 'easy job'.

How it would end?

He didn't even want to contemplate it.

The banging on the door abruptly stopped. Mike blinked but remained still, it was quiet for a few longs seconds and he could hear his heart pounding loudly in his chest. He's never encountered an animatronic quiet like this one; one so determined to kill him and not turn away for even a second. Okay, so maybe all animatronics that he's seen in the past tried to get to him with the intention of killing, but suit stuffing wouldn't be as violent nor the same as plain out murdering with robotic hands.

Eyes went wide as the handle turned a little, then in one large yank the door was ripped off of its hinges and thrown to the side in a careless manner; the sound of it hitting the floor of the hallway echoed. There now standing in the doorway was the tall robotic form hidden in shadow with pinprick white eyes shining, it took one step into the office and its shady silhouette took an olive-almost mossy greenish-color; its eyes looked less menacing but were still freaky as all get out like all animatronics with huge wide eyes.

Without much thought and relying more on instinct; Mike raised his pistol and shot Springtrap as soon as it took another step into the security room. The bullet had went through the animatronics chest and ricocheted off of the steel frame within and the guard immediately flinched as the bullet pelted the vent at his feet and put a small hole through the thin metal grates.

Springtrap stopped for a moment to gauge the man's reaction when he shot a gun at a metal animatronic; his response was not surprising, he almost got himself killed and eyed the bullet hole with quite a shock. That was mildly entertaining to see, but now it was time to get down to business; this man knew of him and that was not going to settle well with him. Anyone who would try and expose him will pay, he already had enough trouble in the damn warehouse to deal with. Besides, he could have some kind of fun… like the old times; he pondered lightly. But then again… it was those old games that put him to where he was at now; killing this guy could actually be detrimental, but maybe not; he's already dead so what more could happen to him? Security guards aren't important people anyways. Bad luck or not, why not? Might as well make the best of the dump he called his home because the way he saw it; he was going to be trapped with trouble for a very long time. There wouldn't be no escape since the damn collector hardly ever came alone… unfortunately, plus there would be nowhere to go anyways without drawing unwanted attention. That has been his luck since his death and would remain that way if he was locked to a metal frame in a crappy museum.

"Springtrap." The night watchman began with a low tone, he narrowed his eyes and replaced his pistol with his nightstick. "You don't scare me fuzzy bastard."

Springtrap tilted his head to the side to show a bigger and more amused smile as if he was saying 'oh really?'. He rolled his large head downward and began a slow predatory stalk towards the officer. He hadn't gotten his hands dirty in a long time, he didn't need any weapons; he was a weapon himself.

The first thing the security guard did was step forward and swing the nightstick with much force as soon as he approached the man, a loud thunk noise was made when the stick pelted the side of the head. No damage could be made to the metal frame though. What a surprise? Mike tried to swing at him again and this Springtrap caught the guy's wrist and held it, the guardsmen tried to pull himself free but failed horribly.

This was fun. It's too bad there wasn't much time to be had with 'them' around.

Springtrap let Mike struggle for a long minute before taking his free animatronic hand and coiling into a fist, he then swung it right into the man's face and sent him stumbling backwards.

"Gah!" Mike hissed and covered his right eye, he had took a strong pop to the face with metal and it stung like hell. He was going to feel that in the later morning... If he lived that long. Before he could even recover a cold metal hand grabbed him by the collar of his watchmen suit and yanked him towards another fist, only this one was aimed right at the gut. A loud 'oof' of pain was made, Mike felt like throwing up with the blow; he was a punching bag to this thing and was probably going to get the shit beat out of him.

The hybrid animatronic shoved the security guard to the ground and planted a foot over top of Mike's throat, he applied much pressure and watched in delight as the man choked and struggled to remove the heavy force cutting off his oxygen supply. There was so much more he could do to this guard, this was all too easy, a game he couldn't possibly lose! Oh that feeling of victory within his sights him laughing, he laughed at the pinned guard and kicked him away roughly like a rag doll, Mike rolled until he met the wall; he was still trying to catch his breath. Drenched in euphoria, Springtrap cackled like a demented maniac; oh such fun after many long years of nothing but darkness and the dreadful silence. Forget being screwed up in the head, this moment of joy was worth insanity!

Mike grunted painfully when Springtrap wrapped an animatronic hand over his shoulder and dug the broken and wired ends into his cloth and flesh and forced him to stand up, he stumbled in the forced movement and made a quick kick to the robotic figure's torso as soon as the opportunity was given; he wasn't going to die without a good fight.

The golden rabbit barely staggered a foot back with its eyes narrowed, he did not expect this guy to actually fight considering the amount of cowards he had been surrounded by since his freedom of the room.

This security guard was even more surprising than he thought.

Enough of that though, Springtrap was more than determined to make the best of this game while it lasted.

Mike backed away a few steps, he felt heat radiating from the places he had been struck; he really didn't want to take another hit. He was sore already. He placed a hand over his hurting eye and grimaced. "Damn. You suck. " He finished bitterly and took another step back with the bot taking another step forward. "Deing on the first day of an 'easy' job is just embarrassing, you know that right? "

A loud crash out of nowhere had the animatronic rabbit turning its head to the window in surprise. It remained frozen in place for a long second before immediately heading out the door in a rush. The security guard ran up to the door frame and peered into the dark hall.

"He's running away? What in the hell?" Mike said quietly to himself as he watched the animatronic rabbit run down the lengthy hallway like it was very afraid, it moved quickly and fluidly as a human would. Fritz wasn't kidding when he said the thing was possessed, but why he ran after nearly getting him had him gaping; he was stunned that the killing machine turned tail and fled like a coward. He was so close to killing him and got scared… somehow.

Mike blinked again and shook his head to escape his thoughts, he ran back over to his monitor and pulled the panel up before tapping the screen and on the path that Springtrap ran. He watched as the animatronic ran past the main storage area and then to the smaller subsection of smaller storage rooms; specifically the one on the main end where he was first found. Springtrap had entered the small storage locker and started to pull the door back down, there was slight hesitation though and through the camera the golden rabbit had taken a second to stare at the main end of the hall and diagonally from the security cam's direction and towards the open doorway of the main facility; as if he was looking at the door-less frame with fear. It was a few long seconds before he fully pulled his door down and sealed himself inside.

Mike did not move his eyes away from the screen, he just stared while trying to come up with explanations as to why Springtrap fled. He did remember hearing a sound before the rabbit was just about to grab him, it sounded as if something heavy had been knocked over; a fairly noticeable sound that was almost echoing as if it had happened in another room but with open space. Suddenly piqued by this thought; Mike quickly clicked through all of the room locations while looking carefully for any changes or anything out of place, maybe the sound could be a reason as to why the animatronic left. He tapped the main room last since it was the biggest and filled with old antique tables that had junk covering them, surely enough he saw something on the floor but his eyes immediately catch hold of something chilling. Mike wasn't sure if the poor lighting was playing with his eyes so he switched the cam onto night vision and jumped back in his seat with his eyes wide. "What the fuck!?" All of the animatronics in the huge dark room were all facing him; or their heads were anyways. All of them, even the dog-wolf-looking thing by the main end had his head facing him. "This doesn't make any damn sense!"

Freaking out by this, Mike tilted his head to his left a bit and looked out the small window and into the dark main storage room; he used the light of the camera above to beam in there and make sure that he wasn't seeing things.

Oh how he wished he was seeing things, those freakish animatronics were still looking towards his window; even with their heads turned to a point that they could snap them off if they turned any more. In this light they were even freakier; especially that damn Papa Pig basking in shadow and towering the other bots, all of them were looking through the glass to see him sitting in his chair within the small dimly lit room. He was definitely uncomfortable and feeling a whole lot nervous than with Springtrap alone. He didn't have an automatic door for his office; just a flimsy wooden one, Springtrap had the courtesy of ripping it off of its hinges and removing the squeaky thing. He definitely felt a lot less safe now.

But those animatronics shouldn't be able to move at all, they're all offline or broken. That is if an intruder had broken in and turned them manually, and it could explain the sound; but it's too unlikely. There was no sign of break-ins from his camera and Springtrap got spooked and left, there was currently no explanation for what just happened. He prayed that he missed an intruder, if a criminal did it to spook him. Mike then flipped through every frame to see if he could find the culprit before he gets away, still trying to convince himself that the bots had no life except for the Fazbear Entertainment one.

And as his luck would have it … yet again, he was wrong.

There was no one, nothing but machines with deranged smiles looking his way.

Springtrap was not his only problem anymore, the shift still had plenty of hours left to go and he was stuck with a shitty security system and no door. It was going to be a long night.

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Chapter 4 preview: Remains

"What in the hell is wrong with this thing!?"Mike furiously tapped on the screen of the security panel as faded gray lines cleared away along with the annoying grating sounds. He stopped and eyed the thing closely when he saw a retro-eight-bit game form of Springtrap sitting against a wall in an old looking room; it even had half an ear missing so there was no denying that it was the killer animatronic. It sat within a small circle of red that spread slowly; blood pooled around it and the rabbit furiously shook as if in horrible pain, it shook and shook and shook in its place alone with a deep robotic voice spelling out letters that were almost too hard to distinguish. H… E… L… P… M… E… … … H… E… L…- Suddenly a timer appeared on the top of the screen and started at zero, then numbers rapidly started to come at an exceedingly fast pace; jumping from thirty seconds to four minutes. Minutes changed to hours, hours changed to days, days changed to weeks. Weeks… to years.

As this timer sped and changed so did the robotic figure sitting in pain. Mike watched as the thing shook until the timer hit the fifth hour, Springtrap then became still for many more hours...

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By week three the dead purple man inside of the golden rabbit scraped at his torso and furiously pulled at the fabric flesh, he ripped off chunks of cloth and then tried to pull at the metal cage as if he had gone insane…

H... E... L... P... ... M... E...

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Mike watched in shock as the trapped man inside pulled at the metal wirings that held his bone jaws forcibly open, he could not remove them. Perhaps if he removed the wires then this killer could actually talk? It was a long shot but it could be worth it.

...

He could get answers.

Or, he could die.