Chapter 11

I sat there… on my couch, dressed in my work uniform. My head laid on the back of the couch as I looked up at the ceiling. Tears streaming from my eyes as my body lay limp and unmoving upon the couch. I couldn't find the will to move, so I sat there depressed and broken.

'I can't… I can't…' I thought.

It was funny how the whole day I was determined to go back to the pizzeria and save my sister. But as the time grew closer and closer my will started to falter. Then… when he time came… all of my will and determination morphed into fear and uncertainty.

I didn't want to die… I enjoyed my life… well before this whole endeavor with the pizzeria anyways. I had a loving family… a home… a future. But now it was all being threatened, and I couldn't find the will to face this threat.

I knew that it was my fault I was in this situation, I had gotten Sarah trapped there, I could have saved her and not been in this situation. But I did… and now here I am, a miserable coward unable to fix his own mistake… unable to help his own sister.

I kept thinking about all of the horrors that awaited me. Sitting in an office, never knowing when something would jump out of those pitch black hallways, only knowing that it would try to kill you. There was so much torment in the time that I sat there in the office, at times I was so on edge that I wished something would just barge into the office and kill me already.

'I can't go back… I just can't…' I thought. 'I don't want to die… I don't want to have to go back to that house of horrors… I can't take it anymore!' I then lifted my head up from the back of the couch and put my face into my hand.

The tears were still streaming and I wiped my eyes. 'Why?' I thought. 'Why did this have to happen to me… and my sister?'

A little voice then popped into my head.

'Why do these things ever happen to anyone?' It said. I took my hand off my face and looked down. 'I don't know… they shouldn't.' I thought. 'Well they do… there's not much you can do about it now… what has happened in the past cannot be changed.' The voice replied.

The voice had a point, but I was still doubtful. 'I shouldn't have to go back there…' I thought. 'You don't have to do anything.' The voice pointed out. 'But if you don't do this more people may end up in your position… as well as Sarah's.'

I thought about it for a moment, before replying with. 'But I could die… no need to lose my life to it if it means that this will continue even if I try and fail.' I pointed out.

'True… but do you think your life is going to get better after that?' The voice asked. 'Knowing that you could have saved more lives than just your own if you didn't quit?'

I sighed; the voice was starting to have a point. 'I don't even know if doing this will end all of it… more might be killed even if I manage to win this.' I pointed out.

'That is also true… but think about your sister.' The voice stated. 'Think about the place she's in… think about how much more pain and torture she has endured for years.'

I looked down. The realization hitting me once again that I had to do this… whether I liked it or not.

'Just… why me?' I thought.

'Why not?' The voice replied.

I thought about it for a moment. Knowing that where Sarah was and how she got there was mostly my fault… and I should be my responsibility to get her out.

I sighed once again. 'Who the hell are you anyways?' I asked.

'Your conscience... duh.' The voice replied. 'Now do what must be done.'

I nodded slightly and slowly got up from my couch, wiping the tears from my eyes as I sighed.

'Lets just hope it can be done.' I thought as I grabbed my keys and slowly walked towards the door. I then opened it and looked back at my apartment.

I stared at it for a long time until I thought.

'Please… let me return to this place in the morning.' I prayed.

I then shut the lights off and walked out of my apartment, shutting the door behind me.

11:30 pm Freddy Fazebear's Pizzeria

I shut the door to my car and walked towards the pizzeria's entrance. I was about to open the doors when I stopped for a second. The thoughts of fear and torment that would await me tonight flashed through my mind again. I then shook my head clear and opened the doors.

As I walked in I was shocked to see that Mr. Fazebear was there. He was carrying a couple boxes out of his office and he turned to face me.

"Ah Mr. Schmidt I was wondering when you were going to arrive." He stated as he placed the boxes down on the front desk. "I was just cleaning out my office a bit before I left." He then walked over to the door to his office. "I'll be out of your way in just a second." He said as he pulled some keys out of his pocket, and used one to lock the door.

"Yeah well, I haven't seen you here at this time until the first night I started working here." I replied.

He then placed his keys down on the front desk and picked up the stack of boxes.

"I've been very busy Mr. Schmidt and unfortunately I have to go now as well." He replied as he started to walk out the door. "Good luck tonight."

I glared at him as he walked out the door. 'Yeah thanks you bastard.' I thought. 'Leaving me here in this hell hole while you go home and relax.'

I snorted and started to walk towards the security office until something caught my eye. I noticed that Fazebear had left his keys on the front desk. I then looked back outside to see that he was loading his car and I decided to take my chance.

I quickly hurried over to the keys and picked them up. I walked over to the door to his office and kneeled down as I tried the first key on the chain. The key didn't fit so I quickly flipped to the next one. This continued for a bit as I quickly tried each key, hoping that I would soon come across the right one. I started to shake and sweat as I knew that Fazebear could return for his keys at any minute.

Then to my fortune one key fit into the lock. I then quickly turned it hearing it click. I took the key out and swiftly placed the keys on the front desk. I looked out the glass doors to see that Fazebear was walking towards the entrance.

I quickly walked out into the dining area hoping Fazebear didn't see me. I heard the door open as Fazebear entered the pizzeria. I then heard the faint rattle of keys and I assumed he picked up his keys.

"Mr. Schmidt!" Fazebear shouted, though it wasn't in a harsh tone.

He then turned the corner into the dining area.

"Mr. Schmidt-" He started to shout again but he cut off when he saw me.

"Oh, I thought you were in your office already." He stated.

I shrugged. "Yeah well, I thought I'd scope out the blind spots for the cameras." I lied.

Fazebear nodded a bit. "Good tactic." He commented. "I just came here to tell say that you forgot to lock the door behind me."

I raised an eyebrow. "That's all you came back for?" I asked.

I have to admit I wasn't half bad at acting.

"No, I forgot my keys as well." He replied. "But I have to go, remember to lock the door behind me."

I rolled my eyes. "Yes sir…" I replied unenthusiastically.

He then started to walk out towards the front desk and I followed. He then exited the pizzeria, shutting the door behind him and I locked it after he did so.

I watched him as he walked to his car, got into it, and drove away. When I was sure he had left I walked over to his office door and opened it.

At first I couldn't see a thing due to the darkness of the room and it made me feel uneasy, as if something would pop out at me at any given moment. But granted a dark room always made me feel insecure ever since I started working here, the work habits were catching on because each time I was in the dark I had to expect that there was a seven foot metal beast about to jump out and give me a bear hug that would crush my organs.

I turned on the light to the office and observed my surroundings.

'Where should I start?' I wondered as I peered around to room.

I needed to find some bit of information that would help me understand just what the hell was going on in this house of horrors. I then spotted a clock in the room that read to be 11:40.

'I had better get something fast… don't want to be caught outside of the office when animatronics start to roam around.' I thought.

I then spotted a filing cabinet behind Fazebear's desk. I presumed that would be a good place to start and walked over to it. I opened up the first drawer and started to flip through all the files. As I flipped through them all I realized that most of these were just records of parties here and or deliveries.

'They used to have deliveries here?' I thought as I flipped through them all. I then realized the deliveries had seemed to stop after 1987. 'That's when the bite happened…' I thought. 'They lost a lot of money because of that.'

I came to realize that I wouldn't find anything of use in this drawer so I closed it and went to the second one. I started flipping through the files and saw one labeled: "Technician report November 15th 1987"

'That was the day after the bite…' I thought. I then pulled out the file and opened it up. There was a picture of Foxy's blueprints clipped to it along with the what I assumed to be the report. It read:

"Technician: Paul J. Gregory

Everything seemed to be fine in Foxy's wiring and mechanics. I have no idea why Foxy bit the child, this had to be some type of fluke, the animatronics are only programmed to speak and do certain movements none of which include a bite. But I don't think that's the problem here, I found-"

The report went on but the rest of it was covered with black ink so I couldn't read a word.

'What the hell?' I thought. 'Is this some type of FBI shit?' I looked at the Technicians name again. 'Paul eh? Maybe I should have a talk with him.'

I then put the file back and moved on. I spotted another file that was labeled: "Paul J. Gregory Incident" I pulled it out and opened the file. I was surprised to find a newspaper article that read:

"Fazebear's Technician found dead!

Paul Gregory was found in his home dead last night due to what the police concluded to be a drug overdose. None of the people who claim to know Mr. Gregory stated that he had a drug addiction. But some of his coworkers did notice he seemed anxious at work and the last person who saw Gregory stated that he was leaving work in a hurry. When he asked Gregory why he was leaving his shift early Gregory stated: "I never should have looked!" and left the building."

'Damn… that leads gone.' I thought as I closed the folder and put it back in the cabinet. 'Wonder what the hell the poor bastard found out.'

I looked through the drawer for a bit longer, but I came to the conclusion that I wouldn't find anything of worth. I shut the drawer and looked around his office again. I saw that the clock read 11:50 now.

'I need to find something of use here and fast.' I thought as I peered around the room for something that might be useful.

I then eyed Fazebear's desk. 'Worth a shot.' I thought as I opened his top drawer, though all that was inside was a couple useless documents along with other materials such as staples and pencils. I then checked the first drawer on my left and searched through the mass of papers. 'Nope… nothing.' I thought. I then checked the drawer furthest to the ground and found something interesting.

There was a box in it labeled "Police investigation". I picked up the box and opened it to find it had four newspaper articles along with a VHS tape. I looked at the first article and it was titled. "Kids Vanish at Local Pizzeria – Bodies not Found."

My heart stopped as a read the title, the memories of the day Sarah disappeared formed in my mind and I trembles a bit. This was exactly what I was looking for. I continued to read.

"Two local children were reportedly lured into a back room during the late hours of operation at Freddy Fazebear's Pizzeria on the night of June 26th. While video surveillance identified the man responsible and led to his capture the following morning, the children themselves were never found and presumed dead.

Police think that the suspect dressed as a mascot to earn the children's trust."

My eyes widened as I read the last line. 'T-the mascot…' I thought. The hollow eyes showed themselves in my mind. 'Hey kids!' The voice rang through my head. The twisted smile that hid within the mascot, the dark and devious thoughts…

I shook my head. 'I don't have time to think about this shit!' I thought, trying to stop the memory. I managed to suppress it and I looked at the VHS tape to see it had "Surveillance June 6th 1985". 'I'll have to look at that later.' I thought and I read the next article. The title was "Five children now reported missing. Suspect convicted."

"Five children are now linked to the incident at Freddy Fazebear's Pizza, where a man dressed as a cartoon mascot lured them into a back room. While the suspect has been charged, the bodies themselves were never found. Freddy Fazebear's Pizza has been fighting an uphill battle ever since to convince the families to return to the pizzeria."

'That f****** bastard!' I thought. 'He had to kill my sister along with four other kids? I'll kill that son of a bitch!'

I was about to continue my rage filled rant until I saw the title of the next article. "Fazebear Killer found dead in own cell."

"The Fazebear killer was found dead in his cell last night. No one knows how the crime was committed or how the murderer entered and exited the prison undetected.

The body of the victim was found propped up against a wall with his eyes taken from his very skull. His body was beaten and bruised to a bloody pulp. The victim had no cell mates nor did anyone witness someone entering his cell. The only thing the other prisoners heard was a single scream, and that is all. A message was carved on the wall of the prisoners cell that read:

"We will have our revenge.""

I am ashamed to say that I felt satisfied at that moment, knowing that the murderer had met a bloody and cruel end. I then looked at the last article and saw that it read. "Police End Investigation on Fazebear's Pizzeria."

"The police have now ended the investigation on the Fazebear pizzeria and claim that the bodies could not be found. Though many state that the police are not telling the public everything they know. Detective Mark Douglas was in charge of this investigation, he stated a few days prior to the end of this investigation that he was very close to finding where the bodies were hidden. But now the investigation has ended… and the location of the bodies will remain a mystery."

'Hm… maybe I can find out what the hell Mark was on to.' I thought. 'But first I have to find him.' I then noticed that this article was clipped to something and I flipped it around to see a business card attached to the back.

It read. "Detective Mark Douglas." It also had a phone number below his name. 'Lets hope that's his actual phone number.' I thought as I pocketed the card. I then placed the articles back into the box but kept the VHS tape. I knew Fazebear might find out that I took it but I really didn't care at that point. I looked up at the clock to see it was 11:57.

My eyes widened. 'Shit!' I thought. 'I have to the security office and fast!'

I quickly got up and ran over to the door, swinging it open as I reached it. I exited the office and shut the door behind me. I then bolted out into the dining area, about to make a break for the security office until something caught my eye.

I skidded to a halt as I stared at something in the storage room backstage. A light seemed to reflect off a somewhat circular object and it was… strange to me. In somewhat of a trance I walked over to the object. As I reached the propped open door leading to backstage I pushed it open, still staring at the object.

When the object came into view I realized it was a spare Freddy head sitting on the side of table in the center of the room. I picked it up and examined it, raising an eyebrow.

'Why are you so… interesting?' I thought as I flipped it over and looked inside it, as I did so… I saw something coating part of the inside of the head. It was a somewhat dark red color and glistened a bit in the light.

My eyes widened as I realized what it was. 'I-is this… dried blood?' I thought, fear and paranoia starting to rise.

A massive headache then hit me as images of Freddy and the other animatronics started to flash in my vision. The words "It's me" showed up yet again along with the mumbling voice I couldn't understand.

'Son of a…!' I thought as my head pounded in pain. I placed the Freddy head back down and leaned on the table as I started to lose my balance. The mumbling voice got increasingly louder by the second and the images kept appearing. I lost my footing, grabbing onto the table as I fell to my knees and placing one hand on my head in an ill attempt to stop the pain.

I gritted my teeth in agony and mumbled. "God damn it make it stop!" I pleaded.

Then it all stopped; the pain, images, mumbling, and torment. I shakily rose to my feet still holding my head with one hand.

'God why the hell does that keep happening?' I thought as I shook my head, trying to clear it.

I then looked up and noticed something. Everything looked more… clean and new than before.

'Not this shit again-' My thoughts were cut off when I heard the door creak open behind me. I whirled around and froze as my eyes landed upon Freddy. His huge form towered over my own and I quickly backed away. I tripped over something and landed flat on my back but I quickly sat up to stare at him.

Though the metal giant didn't even seem to notice me. His robotic joints moved as his head turned from side to side as if he was looking for something. A small "thud" emitted in the room and I looked under the table and noticed there was the shivering form of what seemed to be a person. My eyes widened as Freddy kneeled down and peered under the table.

When Freddy spotted the person he quickly grabbed them, the person yelped in response and Freddy pulled them out from under the table. Freddy then threw the person to the ground in front of me and I noticed she seemed to be woman with black hair.

Freddy then stood up to his full height over the woman and stared down at her, his emotionless eyes making me a bit paranoid and I crawled backwards a bit.

Freddy was about to lean down and do something to the woman but she quickly raised her hand defensively.

"C-Colin sweetie… I-it's me y-your mother…' The woman whimpered. I assumed she was in tears though I couldn't see her face.

Freddy hesitated and I heard the voice of a young boy in my head.

'No, no this isn't right.' He said.

'Of course it is… she left you here, abandoned you.' I recognized the voice of the golden bear say.

Freddy shook his head and backed away a bit.

'No, it wasn't her fault, she didn't even know.' The boy spoke again.

'She didn't know? Or she didn't pay enough attention?' The golden bear replied.

'She didn't know! There was no way for her to know!' The boy shouted and Freddy started to bring his hands or… "paws" (whatever you want to call them) up to his head.

'Of course she could have known! She just had to look.' The bear replied.

Freddy shook his head. 'She wouldn't have found me in time! No one could have!' The boy protested.

'It was HER FAULT!' The bear shouted.

Freddy shook his head vigorously and started lashing out blindly, which made me and the woman flinch.

'NO IT WASN'T!' The boy screamed. 'GET OUT OF MY HEAD!'

'LISTEN TO ME!' The bear bellowed.

Freddy kept shaking his head while holding it in both hands.

'I DON'T WANT TO!' The boy shouted back.

'But you MUST!' The bear replied in a deep and demonic tone.

Freddy then lost all emotion and stopped his assault on the air. He then picked up the spare duplicate of his head on the table and advanced towards the woman.

'NOOOOOO!' The boy screamed.

"SCREEEEEEE!" Freddy shrieked and brought the spare head down upon the woman's skull.

The headache returned as everything went into a blur.

'I don't want to do this!' The boy from Foxy's murder shouted.

'He's making us do this!' The girl from Chica's murder shrieked.

'Stop him from controlling us!' The boy from earlier pleaded.

'Save me mike!' Sarah screamed.

And lastly… all four of them shouted.

'SAVE US!'

The pain was too much for me to bear and I blacked out once again.

Soon After…

I felt something nudging my shoulder and a soft voice called my name, though I could not make out who it was. The prodding of my shoulder continued for a little bit, until something grabbed both my shoulders and shook me vigorously.

"Hm… wha?" I slurred as I awoke though I did not have the strength to look up since I still had somewhat of a headache. I only saw a purple blur as I awoke and I tried to process what it was.

'Mike! Wake up right now!' I heard Sarah shout in my mind and I slowly raised my head from the floor.

"What?" I spoke my voice somewhat horse. I brought my hand up to my head to try and soothe the pain and my vision started to clear.

"What happened?" I asked as I rubbed my forehead.

'Mike! You passed out, but I don't have time to explain!' Sarah replied. 'You need to leave now!'

My vision cleared and I saw that I was still backstage but also that Bonnie was a few inches in front of me looking behind her. I was confused and a bit fearful when I saw her so I started to crawl back a bit in response.

Bonnie turned her head to face me and when she saw my reaction she brought her hands up in a calming fashion.

'Mike it's me Sarah! You can't panic right now so please! Calm down!' Sarah pleaded.

I looked up at her and started to breathe normally again. But then a realized something, she was up and moving, meaning if she was up then the others won't be too far behind.

"Shit…" I whispered. "What time is it?"

'It's 12:05 Mikey.' Sarah replied.

My eyes widened and I was a bit shocked that I was only out for about five minutes.

"Damn it! I've got to get to the security office." I whispered.

Sarah nodded. 'I know I think I can get you there before-' Sarah started to speak but was cut off when there was the sound of animatronic joints moving towards the door.

Sarah froze and jolted her head towards the door. 'Oh no! Chica's coming!' She shouted in distress. She then turned her head back and forth around the room, looking for something. Her gaze then landed upon something behind me and she pointed towards it.

'There!' She shouted and I looked to where she pointed to see that there was a door towards the back of the room.

'That door leads to the basement! You can hide there for now!' She stated.

"But isn't the where the emergency power switch is?" I asked. "Chica goes down there to shut off the power."

Sarah nodded. 'Yes I know! But once you reach the bottom of the stairs take a right and there is a small place where you can hide underneath the stairs!' She quickly explained.

The sounds of Chica's metal footsteps were getting closer and Sarah quickly picked me up onto my feet and shooed me over to the door to the basement.

'We don't have any more time Mikey you have to go now!' She shouted. 'I'll try and distract Chica for as long as I can.'

I nodded as I quickly and quietly made my way over to the door and opened it. The door made a bit of a creaking sound so I had to open it up just to the point where I could fit through the gap. When I squeezed through I slowly shut the door behind me trying to make as little noise as possible.

'Be safe Mikey…' I heard Sarah say as I turned around to look down the stairs.

I was lucky that there was a light emitting from the bottom of the stairs as I slowly and carefully made my way down them.

I noticed that the stairs took a full U-turn before they reached the bottom as I descended. To my fortune I managed to make it down the safely without making too much noise. I looked to my right to see there was a small hall that led behind the stairs.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of the door on the top of the stairs opening.

'Oh shit!' I thought as I quickly dashed behind the stairs. I then found a spot beneath the stairs that was absent of light and I could easily hide in. I heard Chica's metal feet making their way down the stairs and I quickly hid in the dark area behind the stairs. I couldn't really make out what was in the space but I knew it was the only place I could hide.

Chica's continued to descend and as I saw her metal feet through the small gaps in the stairs I pressed myself against the wall as much as I could, praying that Chica wouldn't find me.

Chica reached the bottom of the stairs and I heard the animatronic advance over towards the fuse box with the switch.

All I could hear was the robotic joints of Chica moving as I held my breath. I was trembling with fear, knowing that death was literally a couple of feet away from me.

The sound of the switch being brought down made me jump a bit and the lights to the room went out; making me freeze in terror. I then heard the generator switch on and the lights were turned back on again.

The sound of Chica's joints made me jump again, and they started to get closer. I instinctively started to move away from the noise with my back and hands gliding down the wall as I did so.

But suddenly, my hand hit what felt to be a gap in the wall and strangely a creaking sound emitted from the gap.

The sound of Chica moving stopped and the room was dead silent. I held my breath praying to god she did not hear it. But to my horror, I heard her joints moving again and I peered through at gap in the stairs to see she was moving towards the small hall behind the stairs.

My pupils shrunk. 'Son of a bitch!' I thought as I tried to think of a way to escape.

I started to move down the wall again but I felt the same gap and it… opened a bit. I looked over to the gap and I could just barely make out that this wasn't a gap… this was a door opening.

I heard Chica getting closer and I knew my only option was the door. I slowly opened the door just enough so I could fit through it, I couldn't risk making any noise by opening it further.

I then slowly and carefully squeezed through the gap by sucking in my gut a bit. Luckily I could make out a door knob once I made it through the doorway and I shut the door silently.

Though I could still hear Chica's movements outside the door and I backed away from it, holding my breath. The sounds of her robotic joints stopped and I froze yet again, my mind started to panic, thinking that she fund the door and was about to rip it open at any given second.

But, she never did and I heard her footsteps advance away from the door and they faded away. I then let out the breath I had been holding and let the stale air of the room set in. I then noticed that this pitch black room had a terrible odor and I covered my mouth as I coughed

'Oh god… what the hell is that smell?' I thought. 'Where the hell am I too?'

I then got the flashlight off my belt and flipped it on. The light revealed the old and dusty door that I must have entered from. I then turned around and shinned the light to see that there was a wall about three of four yards away from me.

'What is this room even for?' I thought as I kept pointing the flashlight in different directions, searching for something of interest.

My light then landed upon something close to the floor. It looked like some sort of clown mask, it was white with red spots on its cheeks and its face had hole in the form of a large and wide smile on it along with two other holes for eyes. Though there was a pattern under the eyes that made it seem as if purple tears were falling from its eyes.

'That isn't the creepiest thing I've ever seen… thought it's pretty damn close.' I thought.

The mask seemed to be leaning up against some type of poorly made rectangular box. There was also writing carved into the box right above the mask and it read:

"In loving memory of…"

"The Marionette"

A/N: It's been a while hasn't it? I am truly sorry about that it's just that I needed to update my other fic first… and I didn't do that for so long because of the stress in my life because of school. But now school is over and I'm on vacation. I'm hoping to find a job though so don't expect updates from day to day. But I'll still try to update as fast as I can.

But anyways on to one or two things.

1. I'm only using the Marionette from the second game not and other characters or even the plot of Five Nights at Freddy's 2 because that would completely confuse everyone and screw with this story's plot.

I'm just using the Marionette for reasons you'll find out later on… that's all.

2. Sorry for another damn cliffhanger.

3. I'm still looking for cover art if anyone is interested.

That's all for now really… again if you have any comments or complaints feel free to express your opinion. See you in the next chapter.