Notes on the end of the chapter.

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Getting up from the bed and yawning a little, I headed towards the kitchen, to prepare something to eat, since my stomach was already begging for some food. I was feeling so hungry that I regretted going to bed without eating, tired as I was. I opened the fridge and, picking the bottle of juice and the pot of peanut butter, I brought them to the balcony, before heading to where the bread was.

Returning with the bread in my hands, I heard the doorbell. Putting the bread on the balcony, I walked towards the door, wondering who it could be. It wasn't a mystery for too long since I opened it, to reveal Suzie on the other side.

"Hello, Noah. You okay? Haven't heard from you since you went to work last night and got worried." she said, seemingly relieved.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry I didn't call you, I arrived home really tired... the night wasn't really relaxing. Come on in." I said, gesturing to the inside of the apartment. She entered, looking at me with a confused expression.

"Thanks." she said, entering the apartment. Once getting close enough to me, she saw something that I'd rather she didn't, before saying, "Hey, what is this on your neck?! It's... It's the shape of a hand! What the hell happened to you last night?!" she said, her tone pitching a little, concern palpable on her voice. I touched my neck and sighed, staring at her with my brow furrowed, but... She should know, right?

"Let's sit down, okay?" We headed towards the couch on my living room, occupying the only two spots as we sat.

"So... who did that to you? Did someone broke in last ni-"

"It was springtrap who did this." I spoke, before she could even finish her sentence, and expectantly watched her expression switch to a confused one. She wouldn't believe me, I knew it.

"What, are you kidding me? Tell me who it was! Don't need to come up with excuses... please, you can trust me." she told me, and then got quiet, waiting patiently as I shut my eyes, trying to come up with a way for her to believe that what I was telling her was actually the truth.

"I'm not lying, Suzie! It was a surprise for me as well, I didn't expect Springtrap to do that until he was holding me mid-air with one hand and crushing my arm with the other!" I said, rolling up my sleeve and showing her the spot where Springtrap gripped first. She looked, and didn't seem convinced at all. She pinched her nose bridge, and when she looked up at me, she was seemingly angry.

"I just told you NOT TO LIE TO ME!" she yelled, frightening me with the volume of her voice, which... got to a really low tone. It wasn't a human voice, not anymore. She made me feel small as she got up from the couch, and then everything around me started dripping down, like actual water. Even the couch which I was sat on didn't escape; it had the same destiny. Everything was disappearing, leaving just a black void. I was floating... what the hell? I watched with horror as Suzie's face dripped down, revealing a white mask, a slender-like body with white stripes on both arms and legs. I thought have already seen on Fazbear's Fright... but I didn't knew it's name, nor I ever bothered anyone asking it. It didn't matter, since it wasn't the main attraction. Heck, if it wasn't for the drawings of the kids up there on the walls, I would've never seen it.

"Let me get this straight; it WASN'T Springtrap who did that to you," it said, pointing to the bruised places on my body, and then glared at me with a piercing stare, which seem to cut right through my soul, and continued, "Be sure to remember that." When it finished, it seem that it was thinking hard about something, as its expression softened, but it didn't stopped me from yelling.

"Wait, that was it?! If it wasn't him, then who did this to me?! HE did this, don't YOU lie to me!" I yelled back, getting angry at that damn puppet. He wasn't talking right; it has no possibility that someone else did it, it was real.

"I'm not contesting the fact that it happened, young man," it said, as if knowing exactly what I was thinking, "it did happened. And I have to admit; if it wasn't for your quick thinking and movements almost just as quick, you'd be dead by now. But I have some news that won't be good to you; you have to come back there. You have to, please. That place's been hell for a long time, and maybe you can help us. Or him, at least." Now, the marionette in front of me wasn't angry anymore, it was just concerned. Yeah, it may sound crazy that a thing can feel, but there was no denying that it was feeling sadness. And, by the tone on its voice, it'd been waiting for a very long time.

"I have to...?" I said, not convinced at all to come back to the place where I almost died. Maybe anyone or anything that tried to kill me will succeed this time, and then I will actually die.

"You won't."

"Could you stop that?!" I said, pacing around.

"Forgive me. But hear what I have to say to you, please. You're not dumb to fall into the same trap twice, I know that. Just avoid Springtrap for now. You'll have some instructions when you get back there, I promise." it said, trying to reassure me, but then looked at the groung, and said, "Anyway... I can't force you into doing anything; I can only hope you are the one out of so many who actually realizes that these aren't regular dreams. That I am actually asking for help with something real."

And then, something flipped inside of my mind.

"Wait, you said 'these'. Do you know anything about the other dream I had yesterday?" I asked, expecting to find out what was up with that. But, unfortunately, I got no response. Well, almost. The marionette in front of me smiled slightly (it made shivers go down my spine, because it just looked so creepy, but I shrugged it off, knowing that it had no bad intentions... right?), and then said, lastly, "Beware the purple. Be safe. And please, think about what I asked you with kindness. Farewell."

Then it flew to the inside of the box, which started to play some sort of kid tune, and then it started to fade, leaving me alone inside that void that surrounded me. That was the moment when I realized that the puppet was emitting a light that I didn't knew of, since everything went back to black again, and I couldn't see a thing.

What exactly was I supposed to make out of that? 'Beware the purple'? What the hell does that even mean?!

Right when I finished that train of thought, I heard a high pitched scree, which made my ears hurt. However, opening my eyes, I discovered it was just the door... this time, for real. It felt slightly good to be back to reality. Well, I could only hope that this was reality.

Still a bit suspicious that I was once again in a dream, I checked my surroundings for any signs that could support that idea, but found nothing. All of my clocks (analogic, on the drawer beside my bed; my phone's; and the one on the kitchen wall) were synchronized and showing the time properly, so I guess I wasn't dreaming anymore. But still about dreams... the one I just had was weird. Those two were, and incredibly on time; the first one warning about the danger, which at the end of that day I discovered what it was; the one I just had, almost making me go to that place again, just when I decided to never come back there, ever.

But I had to help. I couldn't just move on with my life and pretend that nothing ever happened. 'I can only hope you are the one out of so many who actually realizes that these aren't regular dreams.' it said. Not regular dreams? So, those were real, and I was expected to do something in real life about what they told me? Heck, this was just so overly confusing. But well, I need to figure out what to make of it. I was scared, confused and sad, tired and helpless. But I couldn't help to be curious. I really was a bit curious as to what exactly happened in that place; it has to be something big, if that marionette had to reach me by dream and practically beg for help. Oh my, I just hope I ain't heading towards a dead end.

"NOAH! IF YOU ARE THERE, ANSWER ME OR ELSE I'LL CALL THE COPS!" Okay, that was definitely Suzie. Coming to think of it, it wouldn't be weird at all to have the same conversation I had with her on the dream again. Anyway, I ran to the door as quick as I could, to prevent the woman outside from breaking it. When I opened it, she was with her phone on her hand, dialing 911.

"911, what's your emergency?"

She looked at me with cranky eyes, and said, "I'm about to shove me friend's head over the wall. Just kidding."

When she hung up, she wasn't laughing, not even smiling.

"What. The. Hell. Happened. To. You.", She said, separating not just the words within a short amount of time, but the syllabus as well.

"Well, this isn't weird at all..." I whispered to myself, before saying to her, "I'm having this awful sensation of déjà vu, and I hate so much that I know the reason. But come on in, Suzie." Then we walked in... And she sat on the couch, with her eyebrows furrowed, patting her foot and waiting. "Sorry, but you wouldn't mind if I go prepare something for me to eat, would you? I kinda slept without eating anything."

She shook her head no.

An awkward silence filled the room, until I broke it, struggling to find the words. "Okay... So, first things first. I want to say I'm sorry I didn't called you when I arrived. Some disturbing things happened on my shift there, and I came home so tired I couldn't even prepare something to eat." She continued silent, her expression not softening not even a bit. "Hey... What's going on? Why are you looking so mad?"

"You broke the animatronic." She said, anger in her voice. "Seriously? When I got there, boss wouldn't stop screaming at me, talking about how you were 'utterly irresponsible' and that you're trying to destroy his business. I managed to get the idea of firing you out of his head, saying that he'd have to find someone else to replace you. But have you completely lost your mind? Why would you do that?"

"Okay, Suzie, there's an... Perfectly reasonable explanation for what I've done. I... just don't know how to say it without it sounding crazy." I said, looking away from her and barely focusing on finishing that bread. "And I rather not to deal with it, but I have to. Literally have to."

"Just get to the point."

"Well... Look, are you seeing these spots?" I showed her my neck and my arm. I didn't gave her time to answer my question, and continued, "Springtrap did this." She was starting to say something, but I stopped her. "I know, it is crazy, but other than believing that the fright I've been through last night was just a bad dream, there's no other explanation. Some glitch may have gone through his system, I don't know, but he almost killed me!" I said, emphasizing the 'killed'.

"What?! Wh- How?! Please, tell me you're lying. This is insane!" She could finally speak, and her words weren't unexpected.

"I'm not lying at all! I was a bit scared by him when I arrived to work, but surely I was never expecting that he would lift me off the ground with one hand on my neck and the other on my arm. But... You being here and if this isn't me dreaming anymore, means it really happened. I really wish it didn't." I said, putting it all out with a sigh. I was feeling like I could pass out at any moment. Which I didn't wanted to happen, seeing what happen any time I fall asleep or just get unconscious.

"That's... Uh... What?! Are you really serious about this?"

"Do you really think that I would make up all of that?" I said, almost crying. What was happening? I can't even remember the last time I've been this emotional. The reality was a tough thing to face, whatever that may mean.

She was really tense, clearly there was a conflict going on inside her head. And Noah knew exactly what it was. On one hand, the story he was telling her was really, like, very unbelievable. An animatronic, supposed to be inanimate being, suddenly attacking him? That was tough. Even if Springtrap was an machine made to scare people, she just couldn't see him doing something to seriouly hurt a human being. And, on the other hand, he was her best friend. They were confidents. And, whatever the case, he would never tell a lie, and the bruises... she could tell that was not self inflicted at all.

With a sigh, Suzie looked straight to my eyes, her brows furrowed, honest concern and confusion on her expression. She opened her mouth to say something, but couldn't make out any word. I look at the mess on my hands, mentally cursing that I was so focused on the subject that I got my fingers covered in peanut butter. I looked back at her.

"Okay. I just told you something really hard to believe, I know that. Why don't you sit and wait as I finish this? I'll make us both something to eat, and meanwhile, you can think about all this and come to a conclusion on what to believe. Okay?" I said, and breathed in relieve as she nodded. And silence filled the room once again.

I washed my hands, finished all the breads, put the juice on the cups, and take the plates to the table, and sat down.

"Okay. Let's start from... the start. You left, that day, to wait for the time for your shift to come. And when you arrived there, what happened? Exactly." Suzie looked straight at me while talking. I gulped and answered her.

"He was laying on the floor, got up, and followed me as I walked to the office. Once I got there, he was on the door, looking straight at me, and came walking, until he was in front of me, and, well..." Noah showed her the marks from the attack, " You could picture what happened next."

She was waiting expectantly. When she realized I was done talking, she said. "That's it? So you just ran away, and came home? If that's the case, it explains why you were so tired. But- I doesn't explain the wires. Are you hiding something?"

Oh, that.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry, my mind is just kinda sloppy right now. So, I was being hold mid-air, almost unconscious, but still had the instinct of doing anything to survive. So, picking the scissor from the office table, I cut his left arm wires, and then I fell on the floor, released from his grip." She seemed to realise something, but spoke nothing. "I ran to pick some ice for the wounds, came back, and tried to fix the wires, before coming home. But... you being here, saying the things you said, means I couldn't fix a thing."

"Yeah, you were not able. Now... that answers it all. Or just some of it. And... I... See, you're my friend, and in all these years you haven't lied to me once. That's why I trust you so much. And I will trust you this time, okay?" I felt a wave of relieve going through my whole body, and gave her a big smile. She smiled back, but was still a bit off. "But... you know, boss won't be that easy. I don't even think he would give you the chance of explanation. You can expect a cut on you salary this week, to cover the costs of fixing Springtrap."

I knew all of that would happen. But it hit me with the same force as if I didn't. I sighed, and said to her, "Okay... that's fair, I think. And I think I still need to go for my shift today, huh?" I nodded as she did too. "Okay. I have to get something done tonight. I will try to make the cameras actually record something, so you-we can watch it. Okay?"

"Okay. And yeah, I guess our talk was really long, I lost track of time. It's 4PM now. I... will leave now, okay? Rest, take care of yourself- and take care of those wounds as well- and don't do anything that could piss the boss. I don't think I can talk him off a second time." She said, getting up. I smiled at her, as she walked to the door. "And Noah, that's a nice underwear you got there, man."

I look at my hips and my face got warm. She laughed really loud at the situation, and I could just make out a shy and quiet laugh. When she stopped, she looked at me and said "Okay. Goodbye, silly. 'Till later. And if you forget to call again, I will actually shove your head over the wall. Hear me? Haha, bye!"

And she left me alone, to think of it all. That was the moment I realised that I was genuinally smiling. Suzie really knew how to make me smile like that.

I looked at the table, and realised I hadn't touched the bread. I picked it up and bit it, eating as if it were my last snack while alive. And, is that creepy puppet was just tricking me, that might just be the case.

There was only one way to know. And I was determined to go back there again. Just a bit scared, but I'd rather not think of that.

The telephone rang loudly, and I got up to answer it.

"Hello? Uh... Hello? Oh, hi, boss."

Hello, human who found this story. I haven't been updating for a mix of factors, like college, lack of inspiration, and because I honestly thought I've lost this story, and account. But I was proven wrong several days ago, and decided to write a third chapter, just to do it. I know this story is shitty, but I've wanted the satisfaction of doing it. Meh.

Anyway, it turned out to be really rushy, and I apologize for that. Anyway, I hope anyone who read this like it.

Farewell! 'Till next update, which may take a while.