Five Nights in Game Land
Part 9: The death of FNAF Act 1.
(Warning...um this chapter contains constant mutilation of a character till about the half way...so...yeah...you been warned.)
(Adam's POV)
I walk down the halls , looking through the eyes of this purple monstrosity , the one I worked so hard to make , never betting on the fact I have to use it...yet...here we are. I assume , that the three I dealt with outside my workshop , alerted the others in their last moments , crying in their family's minds , screaming my name , and showing my new face and digs. So , I also think they're going to place a trap , and try to subdue me , and then I'll probably end up in jail , may or may not get the death sentence , either way I'm going to rot for a bit in jail...
Unless I can kill them all , and escape Gameland...I can do that. I can possibly win , unless they go for the kill option. Could they do that? I mean I know they can do that , I programmed AI to do so , and I'm pretty sure Foxy was going for my throat when I told him my true motives...it's entirely possible , it's more then likely going to happen , if whoever told Frank about my escapades , told them...well...I'm fucked , no way can I take them all , and live through it , if they go for the kill...oh well , at least I got this far , I can take that with me to the grave.
Yeah...take it to the grave...
I make my way to the entrance of the exhibit , to my...
CLICK.
The lights turn off , as soon as I get in the main lobby of the exhibit , with the four doors to the individual game exhibits...huh...wonder who caused that?
Myself: Show yourselves! I know you there , just give up and this make easier for the both of us...
CRACK!
My face hits the ground , and my suit jiggles...ow...
I slowly get up.
Myself: Okay...that hurt...
Bonnie: Get ready for the encore then , asshole!
WHAM!
A fist collides into my face and I recoil back , and I lose my footing causing me to land on my fucking back...okay...now they're starting to piss me off...Before I could get up and attack my attackers , a foot crashes onto my chest and pushes down hard , almost making it hard to breathe , but I keep that feeling at bay , but reassuring myself "no matter the pain , if it's in Game land , it's not real , it only hurts if you believe if it's real , and if you believe , you'll feel , and if you feel , you heart will soon not be abl...
C...CRRRRAAAAACCKCKCK!
The foot goes through the suit and into my torso , crushing my player model's ribs before ripping into it;s torso as well , squishing through the guts and organs...so...much...pain...fuck...no...no...deep breathes...not real , can't hurt you , if you think about how it's not real.
Myself: Well...A fine how do you do to you too...ha ha ha...ow...
I feel myself lifted into the air by a metal paw , clawed...huh...wonder who.
Fredbear: Filth...why won't you die!?
Myself: Try harder...Fredbear...you golden freak...
WHAM!
I feel myself collide into the ground as Fredbear throws me into the floor with all his might...new pain surges through me , but I keep realtively...at bay...and I get up.
Chicum: Monster...how many have you killed?!
Myself: About...70 npcs...forty...real...people...ha ha ha ha...ha...
WHAM!
Fredbear: THAT IS NOT FUNNY YOU PATHETIC PIECE OF HUMAN WASTE!
Again my face meets the ground...and again , I get up.
Myself: No , it's funny that you think their lives were worth allowing to go on...
WHAM , WHAM , WHAM , WHAM , WHAM , CRACCCCCK!
I feel Fredbear's foot paw thing crash my head into the floor over and over , until the suit's head piece caves in...right side I think...blood...rushing out...not mine...player's model...I feel around my right face , feeling my right eye ball now hanging out of my skull and face...pushed out by the suit , and I feel inside the suit's maw , feeling my own mouth mangled , my teeth now residing in the inner suit's maw...no...not my mouth , the player models , the player models! Do..not think it...it...it's real...cause...you'll die if you do Adam.
Myself: So this is it? My finale? Dying by the Fazs? Oh what joy...
Bonnie: You bet your ass it is , you're going to leave you own home later IN A BODY BAG.
Goldie: So many people...so many...how can you sleep with yourself at night?
Myself: Like...a...baby...
Nightmare Foxy: ENOUGH TALKING YOU BILGE RAT!
I feel the hook of the demon fox stab into my already exposed guts , and even though I can't see it , I can definitely tell he pulls out a long string of my lower guts.
Myself: *Cough* N...i...ce...try...Can't kill me...when...I'm in Game Land...
My vision finally clears and I see distorted versions of the fazs , all extended and rag doll like , leaking oil and blood...no way they can move like this , like that...some one's fucking with my mind...
I feel a sudden kneeing in my groin...ouch.
Bronzie: THAT WAS FOR MY SISTER TB , YOU SON OF A BITCH!
I fall to my knees.
Myself: One...that was cheap...two...how do you know I killed her?
WHAM! With that punch I hit the ground again.
Bronzie: When Spring tolds us you lured people away with a purple Freddy suit , and I see her earlier walking with you! Not hard to put two and two together asshole!
Myself: So...what now? You're going to kill me?
Fredbear: Well , yes , if we allow you to leave...
Freddy: You'll go back to the real world...
Toy Freddy: And kill even more innocents...
Chica: And probably feel nothing later on.
Myself: Yeah...probably...
Spring: So this it where ends Adam...you know , you seem quite a nice guy where I first meet you...to think you would be such a monster on the inside...You are not leaving here alive , we can not let you leave here alive , WE MUST NOT LET YOU LEAVE HERE ALIVE...your...rampage...ends...HERE. My friend , this is the end.
Myself: Gahhhh...whatever...just...come on...give it to me...one more time...try your best to KILL ME!
Phone Guy: Gladly.
I feel a cord wrap around my neck , something in tube shape at the end of said cord...huh...didn't think he was one for the ...GAK!
The cord comes up hard , making really hard to breathe , and before I can tell myself it's not real , I feel cold steel , a knife if I am to guess , strike my face over and over , cutting out my hanging right eye and plunging deep into my now empty eye socket and twists the knife...fuck...o...w...
Mike: Feel that? Feel the pain you caused to every one of your victims , you sick fuck? I want you to think about all the families you DESTROYED , all the lifes you made NONEXISTENT...as...you DIE. I want you to leave this mortal coil in moral anguish , you asshat!
Mike takes out the knife , making sure to scrap some of my...bone marrow...no...not mine...player...mo...ha ha ha , who the fuck am I kidding? Might as well call this body mine...I mean I can...still...feel...it all...the pain...no...not real...not...ah...fuck it...why continue? Phone Guy's cord unwraps and I fall yet again...but...I stay...down...no...point...life...fading...
Spring: It's a shame , really , to know more then likely we'll pay for what we did , being deleted for the crime of killing you...I mean , who's going to take our word that instead of a innocent GL guard , you were a killer? I mean , you have things set up where once you heart stops , all evidence of your crimes...will be deleted...don't you?
Myself: *Cough , cough* Yep...quite...a clever...bunny...you are...
Spring kneels down and lugs a oil luggie in my right eye socket...mature. Real mature.
Spring: Sigh...and the only person who could've stopped this and told the world of your nature and it beleive them...is Frank...and he's dead...
Myself: Yep...*cough , cough*
Spring: Oh well...if our certain deaths means saving lives...so be it.
And with that final words from Spring , I fully...give in...vision...fading...
"Warning , war..."
...
...
NO...
I HAVE NOT COME THIS FAR...
SAVED SO MANY...LET THEM MOVE ON TO BETTER WORLDS...TO DIE...
I...AM...STILL...NEEDED...I...WILL...NOT...GO...DOWN!
"GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" I let out a scream of rage and push Spring away from me , and my eyes flutter open. I feel the power surge through me , as purple code circles around me , reforming what was taken from me...yes...
I can clearly see the toys , originals , guards , and the Nightmares...all staring at me clearly...no longer hidden by darkness...yes...
Nearly all of the FNAF cast gasps.
Myself: W͎̼̗̺h͚͇̱ͅat ̳̝a̗̣̲ ̩͕̙̣̤͔p̲̙̳͙͖i̦̘̼̪̙͈t̮̼̜y̰͈ ̪̮̤t̺̯h͔a̭̫̺͙̬̲̥t̩͔̙̥̗ ̖̺̼̯t̫̭̯̬̗h̜͙͈̳͚͇e͉̻̬̩ ̪̣̭̘̤ͅp̘̫ͅup̦͈͙͓̬̱̣p̹͓̦̮͕et̫̞s̞̝̩̱̖ ̪,̻ ͇w͈͙͖̯̩̭̻i̬t͕̘͎̗h͇̙e̤͍r̰s̩̹̣̗͙͎ , ̣̰̯̟a̬d̳̻͎̫ͅv̠e̱̰̤͖ͅͅͅn̖͚̦͍̜t̮̦͍u̘̜͓͚r̦̯̰̼e͍͔s͇ , ͕an̖̜̣͉̟ͅͅd̩͚̜̼̫ ͕͈̱̟͈͚p̱h̭̼̘̭̰a̘̗̩̭n̮̪̠̪̙t͙͎͓͚̯oms̥ ̙̝̘̰h̫a͓d̘̙̭̘ ̱͙͔͎̤͈̦to͈ ͙̦b͓e͉̲̺ c̪͖̳͔u͕t̹̱̱̯̻ d͚̤̲̥̩u̘̱̞̘͈e̜̳̻̞͉̯͚ ̘t̗o̦̘͕̞͔ ̲̫͍̳t̝͚i͎me a̰̪̭̥͓̬͓n̤d̩͔͔̞ͅ b̞̜̖̪̤̻̬uḏg̤e̠͉̯͍̝t̘̪̳.͙.̲.͉.͓̖̲̹YOU ̣Ạ̲̗͈̜̖͚L̞̫̞L̜͇ ͉̪M͓̜̩̫̣I̥͔̭͇̬̰̠G͍̯H̬͖̳T̰̹̮͉̬̩ ͈͚̘͚HAVE STAND ͕͎̟̺͔A͇̪ ͉̣̳̺̻C̟̗̹̮H̩̱̫͚̹͇A͍̺̝̬̯̠N̩̩͚͎C̲̼̟̰̻̼E ̜TH͚͈̝̫E͇̟̭͓̜̜N̺͔͇̱.̙.͎͎̬̪͈̟.̫̬̘̪.̱̬͔̻.̱̮ͅ
I͖T͙͎͍͎̫'̻̪͎S͔ ͓TI̻̘̖MḚ̮ ͕̗̘̭̠F̬̯̬͓̯OR͈̘͇̻ ̭̦̺̖̩̮̫Y͉O͈̺̜UR R̺U̘̞̯̲̗̖͔I͎̣͚̭̠̲ͅN̳̘̘̭̜̪.͓͍̫̬̪̩.̪̼̺͎̱̙͓.̱̳̮̙.̺͇̲̱͉͍̗.̝̻̮̫.̭͎.̻̹̞̬̞̥̖.̠
Nightmare Foxy lets out a roar and runs full speed at me , making an attempt on my life. I side step and he falls flat on his face. Before he can get back up , my fist meets the back of his skull , into in it , in fact. I feel the broken digital wires , and oil around me as I dig in this demon pirate's head...I can't help but smirk , the other side of me , the me that was once someone else , the person who couldn't let his victims move on...having to watch them suffer for their mistakes...it feels so GRATIFYING for that side to finally have the power to allow all the unfourantes a chance to move on!
Nightmare Chica lets out a wail and I see Nightmare Freddy charge at me , claws outstreched. I take him head on , tackling him to the ground , quickly slicing his throat with my suit's claws. I rise from Nightmare Freddy's corpse...don't stop now Adam , there's many of them...only one you. Nightmare Chica stands there as I jump towards her , unable to scream or run as I tackle her as well. I easily cut through her wire laced thoart , splattering more digital oil upon me. Before I can move , a member of the remaining fazs tackle me...I look up...huh...it's not one of the fazs...it's Phone Guy. He rises his fist to punch me , but I catch it.
Phone Guy: Craaaaaap...
SNAP!
I snap his wrist in half and I head butt him. He recoils and with this chance I cut open his thoart , like those before me and he falls. I push him off and get up.
Myself: N̪͈͘ḛx͕͖̪̻̙̙t͏̬̳͉̙̼͉...
The Toys , originals , Chicum , Bronize , the remaining guards , and Spring...hold their positions...staring at me...not moving. I smirk and was about to make a quip , until I heard a familiar click behind me...the sound of a pistol.
Doll: Don...don't move!
Hmm , I don't even need to turn around and face the blank face love instert of Mike to know it's her...
Doll: Y...you...you're not going to hurt anyone else!
Myself: Ha ̡,̨ h͘a h͏a ha̛...͞.͏re̢a̕lly҉ no͏w̵..҉.̶.̷a͡n͞d y̨o͜u͜'̛r͢ę ̵the̵ bi͡g͝ ̸bad͞ nṕc ͢who͏'s g͘oi̷n̸g t̨o ͜s̷top th̴e҉ ҉ȩvil c̸odȩr ̸f͜r̢o͡m ̧f̛i̷nishin̶g͘ ͝hiş ̸jo̕b̨? ̕A̧ll b͘eca̡use y̧o̧u ̸ ,̢ ̶ẃha̷t̸ I assu̵me̷ ͘, ̨fo̧u͡n̨d͏ ͝F̵r̴ańk's̸ ̡bódy̶ ͝, ͡g͞ŕa͘b̕be̷d ̨his g̢un ̶, ̕a̸n̶d ̀įs͡ n̸o͢w hol͘d̨in̶g҉ it́ ţo my ̀h̀e͠ad.̡..cor͞r͜ec͘t̵?
Doll: SHUT UP!
She places the gun against my head , the barrel tickling the side of the suit's mask.
Mike: Doll , get out of here , we got him...
Doll: Sorry Mike , but bullshit , he was going to kill you all !
Myself: S̶he'̨s ri͠g̀ḩt ͘ón͝ th̷at s̢t̢a͡tèmen̡t͘...̡.
Doll: SHUT UP!
She pushes the gun harder into the mask of the suit .
Mike: Doll , please get out of here...
Doll: No , and as for you , I'm going to make sure you don't move an inch till we call GL staff , unplug you , and they send cops to haul you away , far away from anyone you can hurt!
Myself: R̕e̴a̡lly͡ now̴?͜ And ̵w͘ḩa͘t ͝wil̸l҉ ̸ýou͘ ͢d̕o̧ t̵o st͝o̷p me f̶r͢om ̨m̀ov̷i̶n̨g͟?͠ ̨Hmḿ lit̨t́le͞ ̧D̕o͠l҉l̷y? ͘Ha ͜ha ̡h͘a̶...͜.
Doll: I...I'll shoot you , right in the brain , in the middle!
Myself: Hu̕h͏..́.͠.I͜ ac͘tually ͟th̢i͡nk͞ ̵tha̵t wi͠ll̢ p̡ro͢b̨ab̡l̛y͝ k̷i̴ll me..́.th̕a̴t ơŕ ͝ma҉ke ̨m̕é ̕i̛m͠mo̷bi͞l͘e t̸il̕l yo̧u͝ ca͢n͠ ͘g҉et ͟G̀Ĺ st́a͝f̛f..̴.̀.͘.̷
͝Ha͝ h͜a͜ ̴h̢a...͠.welĺ.̴.͢.͡gơ ͘ah̢e̢a̢d.͝..̷.
͢
Doll: W...what?
Myself: T̀hink ̵a̕bou̧t ̡i͜t̕ , this̢ ̧is t̡h̷e ̷besţ op҉tion ̕,͢ ͡you͢ s̕h̴oo̷t ̨m҉e͢ I die ̸, or҉ am ͏i͝m̕m͟ob͢il͝i̧z̢éd ͝un̢til̀ you c͘án ge̷t͞ h̶el̢p...it's̨ ͢a ̶win͟ ͢win Do͝l̸lỳ.͠..̕c͏ome o͏n.̡...it'̶s for̢ th͝è ̵bés͟t͞..͞
Doll: Y...yeah...y...you're right! I...i...I'm going to do it!
...
Myself: I'm ̛wa͞it͝ińg͟..̷.҉.͠.̀
Doll: I'm going to do it , I...
I hit her arms with mine , and she yelps releasing the Colt 1911. I grab it mid air and point it right between her eyes.
Myself: To҉ò slo͏w͢...̷.G̴oodb́yé D̸ol̴l͠y.̛.̛..̡..
BANG!
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End of part 9.