10 Years Later… Again…

Scootaloo was never a fan of Freddy's growing up. The pizza was decent at the best of the times, the entire building always had an odd scent to it, and the robots were creepy, despite how many redesigns they went through. So when she saw a job listing in the local newspaper advertising a mock night guard position for a haunted house meant to piggyback off of the restaurant's dark past, she didn't exactly want to go inside, let alone work there. But on the other hand, community college wasn't going to pay for itself.

She applied and was hired within a matter of days, and was given an old security hat by the owner of the attraction, a young man by the name of Button Mash, had won from a police auction. She remembered Button from their time in high school together, and while he wasn't the worst person in her classes, he was always either really focused on something or stuck in his own little world of hyperactive eccentricity. She could tell that him getting this attraction set up was a strong mix of both.

On her first night in the office, two things happened; she was given the audio version of the building's owner manual by her employer as he went off in search of a lead, and a whole lot of picking pink hairs out of the security hat. During the next three nights, she was not given the chance to be that distracted, as an actual animatronic was released into the building. She had heard the rumors about the old night guards before, and after getting a good look at the beast after hours, it looked like Button had found one of the suits with a lost guard stuffed inside.

But it would be fine, she would tell herself. Once the attraction opened, the chances of the animatronic killing her or anyone else for that matter were very, very slim. They just needed to work out a few bugs.

Night 5: Fazpony's Fright Horror Attraction

12 AM

Scootaloo sighed as she sat a few feet away from her desk, one crutch on her lap, the other resting on the desk itself. She grabbed her phone from her hoodie pocket and put it to her ear, drumming her fingers on her lap. "Yello?" A voice said.

"Hey, Button." She replied. " How goes the search for more antiques?"

"You know, I'll be honest. I think we've scrounged up all that we can." He said. "Kind of a shame too. I heard our friend had a partner. What happened to that suit, well, we don't really know."

"Maybe someone threw it out." She said jokingly with a small chuckle before bringing up the camera monitor. She scrolled through the cameras, spotting the outline of a decrepit, mold yellow bunny-pony near the back of the attraction.

"Yeah, that might be it." He said. "Well, I think that's enough for now. I'll be seeing you in the morning."

"Alright, see ya then." She replied, about to hang up before thinking of something to add. "Oh, and bring the tools with you tomorrow. Everything here's on its last leg."

"Will do." He said before hanging up. She shoved the phone back in her pocket before a red light started blinking.

"Dammit, this early?" She sighed in annoyance, using her crutch to push herself towards the maintenance panel on the other side of the office. Though right before she was able to hit reset, she heard a voice. A voice she hadn't heard in 13 years.

"Hey kid." The voice said, catching the young woman off guard. "Over here." She turned towards the voice, seeing a pale Rainbow Dash wearing the same white dress she had been buried in. "Listen, Scootaloo, we need to talk."

"But you're dead. You've been dead for years. So you're just the voice in my head. What do we have to talk about?" Scootaloo asked, pushing herself closer to the figment.

"Well, let's start with the fact that I'm not a voice in your head. I'm more of a spirit." She stated with a small smile.

"Then how are we-?"

"There's so little oxygen in the room right now that you're dead enough to talk to us, but still alive."

"Oh. Wait, us? There's more than one ghost in this building?"

"Well sure. Pinkie, Fluttershy, quit hiding and say hi." On cue, a pink haired young girl appeared from the wall, looking at the night guard shyly.

"Heya!" Another voice chanted as a skull with glowing pink eyes and curly, pink-flame hair appeared on the night guard's desk. Scootaloo lurched back, surprised by the appearance of the ghost.

"Pinkie, why do you look like that?" Rainbow asked, looking annoyed.

"What? Would you rather she see me with the face I died with?" There were a few moments of silence.

"Yeah, good point." She said with a nod. Pinkie smiled the best she could with no lips as the rest of her appeared next to the other two, a black suit with skeletal hands appearing with her with no apparent spine to hold the skull aloft.

"So, why are you here?" Scootaloo asked, staring at the mismatched trio.

"There's a child murderer on the loose." Fluttershy said softly.

"We all thought he was dead." Pinkie added.

"Clearly though, we were wrong." Rainbow said with a sigh.

"What makes you say that?" The night guard asked.

"Well, there's a spirit keeping us here." The young ghost continued.

"And until the job is done, we're stuck here." The skull said.

"And that's, where you come in." A fourth voice said from behind Scootaloo. She turned around, seeing a small ghost girl with long tear tracks running down her face, though she casted a large, lanky shadow. "Your job is simple. Destroy the suit in this building, and we will disappear, able to finally rest in peace. How you do so, is up to you." Scootaloo nodded before beginning to look around the office for a decent weapon. "Now, I'd suggest turning the ventilation back on before you suffocate." She nodded again, rebooting the ventilation and watching the ghosts slowly fade. She looked at the clock on her desk once they were gone.

1 AM

"I spent an hour talking to people that no one else can see. Great." She said with a sigh before hearing a rattling in the walls. "Well, I guess that means I should move." She said, grabbing her crutch from the desk and getting to her feet. She slowly moved through the halls, still hearing the rattling in the vents as she ventured deeper into the attraction. "Let's see, what would be good against a man in a large pony suit?" She thought aloud, thinking how ridiculous that sounded as she saw a small glimmer in the distance.

As she moved closer, she saw a fire axe resting in a cardboard box, "Weird place for something like that, but okay." She thought aloud, dropping a crutch and grabbing the axe. From there she ventured back towards her office, trying to find the moldy robot. "Hello? Mister… Guy?" She called out, now using the axe as support.

As she walked past the large glass window between the hallway and her office, she saw the animatronic, trying to operate the cameras, likely trying to find her. "Huh. Irony." She said to herself, walking back into her office. The robot noticed her and gave a loud, mechanical hiss before running towards her. She readied her swing, taking it and toppling to the floor as she lost her balance, the robot joining her after a few seconds. She slowly got back up, ripping the axe out of the bunny-pony's skull with a wet crunch. "Alright. It needs to be done." She said to herself, starting to dismember the robot, hacking the legs off one by one and then finally, severing the head with one clean cut. She panted, dropping the axe and panting as a small pool of blood began to form around the suit. "It's… over…" She panted, about ready to throw up as the siren began to blare once again. "I just turned this thing on 10 minutes ago." The night guard said, bringing up the maintenance panel. "I swear, this place makes no sense sometimes."

"Make sense?" A deep, chilling voice asked, causing Scootaloo to turn around, seeing a tall, pale man in a purple suit. "What fun is there, in making sense?"

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6 AM

Button Mash arrived in the morning, seeing Scootaloo sitting in front of the now burning attraction. "What the hell happened!?" He yelled, rushing to the young woman's side.

"The wiring must've acted up." Scootaloo replied in a voice that was too calm. She had managed to save two items from the building; the axe she used to dismember the animatronic, and an old white mask with purple tear tracks running down it.

"Then why didn't you try to stop this?!"

"You seriously think I can handle a fire extinguisher?" She asked. "I can barely walk as it is, and that still requires my hands."

"Well, okay. Fair enough." He said with a sigh, sitting down next to her. "At least… at least you made it out alive." They sat there for a moment, the sound of the crackling fire being the only thing to fill the silence.

"I'm sorry, about it. I know you put a lot of work into that place." Scootaloo said, eyes still locked on the fire. "But, I think it's about time to stop letting the name Freddy Fazpony being associated with gruesome murder."

"Yeah, maybe you're right." He replied, nodding slightly before getting to his feet. "So, do you need a lift home?"

"No, I'll be fine." She said, turning and waving goodbye. Button returned the gesture as he began to walk away, leaving her by herself. She tossed the security top hat aside, glanced down at the mask and smiled. "Oh, to think. You thought you were so clever, thinking I'd stay dead, stuck in that death trap forever." She said to the mask. "But you underestimated me. I survived. I always survive. And I always will." She put the mask on and pulled the pale orange hood of her hoodie over her head. "Let's see in the next batch makes the same mistake." She began cackling madly, lying on her back, her irises changing from purple to a bright red. "Just wait till they get a load of me!"

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Fazpony's Fright burns to the ground!

A new local attraction based on an ancient pizzeria burned down overnight.

Authorities have not ruled out foul play, but at the moment it seems to have been caused by faulty wiring.

Very little was found at the scene. The few items that were found will be sold at public auction.

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Bad Ending

Game Over