Sorry for not getting anything out yesterday, had a shopping day with my Mom and sister (she starts school tomorrow and I head back to college at the end of the week). And I'm hearing things about FNAF being just about a year older? Well, here's a belated happy birthday from me! :) Anyway, this chapter starts out with Matt and the Stooges (mainly, they get their wish and Matt takes them outside) and then we roll into Night 5...which, is not going to be fun for the boy. I don't know who I feel more sorry for, little Robby or Mike.
Chapter 14
"I can't see!" Mo squeaked, stepping on one of his brothers' heads and trying to peer out of the opening only for him to get shoved back down into the darkness by a large, fair-skinned hands.
"Stay in there," Matt warned before shouldering the hiking backpack, "Remember, I promised you I would take you outside…but only if you promise to stay in the backpack until I say you can come out!"
"But Daddy!" Curly whined, only to get reprimanded by his brothers.
"Curly, shush!" Larry ordered, "Or Daddy gonna take us back inside!"
"You bet your little furry butts I will," Matt growled, "Now hush…you three have to be quiet!"
"Yes Daddy," the three cubs whispered, going silent as Matt walked out the door.
"Are we going hiking today?" Mike deadpanned, looking at the older spirit's tall form.
"Funny," Matt deadpanned, "Nah, I just wanted to show them around a bit…maybe let them play in the backyard…We live far enough away that no one'll see them,"
"Aw," Mike smiled, "Y'know, Matt…you're really stepping into the 'Daddy' role,"
Matt shot her an annoyed glare before sighing and starting towards the back of the house.
"Oh, almost forgot," Matt grinned, "If Sam gives you trouble today…just ask him about his nose,"
"Excuse me?" Mike blinked.
"You know how ours squeak when poked?" he asked, making Mike sigh and nod, "His honks,"
Mike blinked a few times before smiling.
"You're joking!" she laughed.
"Nope!" Matt grinned, turning on his heel, "Anyway, have fun! See you later today,"
Matt watched the others go before slinging his backpack carefully off his shoulder and unzipping it.
"Alright you three, come on out," he coaxed, watching as the three Stooges crawled out of the backpack and looked up, wide-eyed at the backyard of the house.
Everything was just fine…until the sun came out behind the clouds and shone on the yard. The three cubs shrieked and tried to dive back into the backpack, holding their paws to their eyes.
"Hey! Hey!" Matt crooned, gently pulling them towards him, "It's ok…it's just the sun,"
"…Sun?" Curly blinked, "What's the sun?"
"That yellow thing up in the sky," Matt said, "Think about it like the house lights…but a lot brighter and warmer,"
"Will it break if we accidently run into it?" Larry asked.
Matt gave a laugh and shook his head.
"Nah, it's way too far for little bears like you to reach," he smiled.
"Daddy?" Mo asked, tugging on Matt's shirt, "Why you got that dirty line on your neck?"
Matt's eyes flashed as he slowly put a hand to his scar. Even thirty years later…it brought back horrible memories.
"Mandy, we have to run! Get up! Please!" I pleaded, helping her to her feet as Robby picked up Mike and put her on his back, "RUN!"
She ran and I followed, the both of us trailing Robby and Mike. I tripped on something and sprawled onto the floor. Pain seared the top of my head as I felt myself rising off the ground. I saw his face…those horrible pale green eyes…my throat burned and something spattered out, his front turning red…was that my blood?!
He dropped me to the floor and I tried to breathe but all I could hear was this gurgling sound and everything was going dark. I grasped at the ground, gasping as the tile became increasingly more slick…but why? I tasted metal as my strength faded and I lay down on the water on the floor…wait…no…that wasn't water…
Everything was getting dark…I felt like moving through water…and then…nothing…
"MATT!"
"Daddy?" came the soft, scared voice as all three cubs came up to Matt, "You ok?"
"I…I'm ok," Matt sighed, "Just some bad memories,"
The cubs looked up at him, concerned, but he waved them off.
"Don't worry about it, I'm fine, you go play," he told them.
The three slowly backed off while Matt watched. Nothing really bad happened, until…
"DAAAAAADDDDDDYYYYYYYY!" Mo shrieked, "GET IT OFF ME!"
Matt's head snapped to the cub and he nearly started laughing.
A large monarch butterfly had landed on the cub's nose, flapping it's wings nonchalantly even while the cub spazzed.
"Mo, it's just a butterfly!" the spirit chuckled, "It won't hurt you. But you might hurt it if you keep flailing like that,"
Mo instantly froze, staring cross-eyed at the butterfly as its wings flapped.
"Where's the toast fly?" Larry asked, looking at the insect in fascination.
"What?" Matt asked.
"'Cause it's a butter-fly?" Larry asked, "You put butter on toast…right?"
"You don't eat it, Larry," Matt told him, "Some bugs will make you sick if you eat them…like that butterfly,"
Suddenly, Mo went down with a shriek as Curly tackled him.
"I wanna keep the butter-fly!" Curly squealed, "I'm gonna love 'im and pet 'im and hug 'im and squeeze 'im and I call him Bob!"
Matt tried…he really did. But he lost it at 'Bob'. The three cubs grinned as they saw their 'Daddy' laughing long, loud, deep laughs, nearly on the ground.
"GET 'IM!" Larry yelled and the three Stooges tackled Matt, making the ghost yelp in surprise before laughing again and tossing all three in the air just for the fun of it.
The day…was a good one.
Jeremy did not come back for the next night. He'd been called in to his other job on threat of being fired. And so, little Robby was all by himself. Amanda looked around the workshop for her brother, but she didn't see him anywhere.
She did however see the three little Stooges playing together. Two of them attempting to play patty-cake while the third cuddled a little Freddy plush that they'd found earlier in the day.
"Larry, Curly, Mo…" Amanda started, kneeling down in front of them, "Where's Matt?"
"He's…" one started, throwing a quick look to the side before turning to face her again, "Putting on lipstick!"
He got backhanded by one of his brothers.
"No! He's…" the second cast a look to the side before looking at Amanda, "Swatting at flies!"
The third shook his head and looked to the side before jumping up and down.
"He's…chopping a head off!" the last squealed right as the sound of someone facepalming caught Amanda's ear.
"He's…" they all three started before blinking confusedly, "Pooping?"
The yellow spirit got up, frowning and walked around the corner…where a soot-blackened and wild-haired Matt shook his head.
"Don't ask," he growled.
"You were in the kitchen again, weren't you?" she teased.
Matt turned an unamused look towards his sister before looking at the three Stooges.
"You three need a little work in context clue department," he grumbled, making them giggle and come to him, hugging him, "Ah…I can't stay mad at you for some reason…"
He picked them up and hugged them tightly before setting them down and walking back out with his sister.
The ghosts were all waiting for midnight, staying close by their shells so that they would be able to run as quickly as they could once they were pulled inside.
Midnight struck and the ghosts reintegrated with their shells…but something wasn't right. Mike made her way towards the door and tried to open it…only to discover that she couldn't.
"Ok…who's the joker who locked the door?" she asked, turning to face the others.
Almost everyone called 'Not me' or something of that like. Mike frowned, her ears flicking back and then forwards again as she rammed the door once, twice, three times.
"GAH!" she snarled, kicking the door, "Of all the rooms I can't teleport in or out of…it had to be this one!"
"Mike, calm down," her brother soothed, "It's not like it's gon…"
He fell silent and Mike whirled around just to see his eyes fade to black.
"No…" Mike whispered as Foxy stepped back…as all of them stepped back and let Marionette get a clear line of sight with her, "You stay away from me!"
Mike backpedaled, Gold appearing beside her and getting ready to throw the power switch…when Marionette waved her hand and Gold simply blinked out.
"Gold?" Mike breathed, turning her terrified gaze towards Marionette, "What did you do to her?!"
"Oh, nothing yet," Marionette smiled, "Besides, you're in control of the body…it's you I really want,"
"Don't…please…" Mike pleaded, trying to find a way out but not succeeding, "He's my son!"
"So why should he have a happy ending?" Marionette demanded bitterly, "None of us have,"
"It doesn't have to be that way!" Mike tried, "He'll figure out to free us…"
"And if…I don't want to be free?" Marionette asked, "And I'm sure, Mikayla…you'll understand…"
Mike let out a strangled gasp as darkness flooded her mind, her voice started switching to the mechanized voicebox instead of her own soul.
"I d-d-don't-don't let him escape- want to…" Mike groaned, hitting the floor as she grabbed her head, shaking it heavily.
"DON't fight-t-KILL ME!-t iT, Goldie," Freddy started.
"Y-Y-YoU'll feel b-b-I want to go home!-bETter," Chica added.
"Let g-g-Let me go!-gO," Bonnie suggested.
"W-Why d' ye fi-FiGHt-fight it Mike!-fight it, lass?" Foxy asked.
"It w-WOrks for ussssss," Scott chuckled, "M-Monsssster s- STOP IT!-w-we arrrrreeeee,"
Mike shook her head, dark tears streaming as she trembled. Marionette's eyes blazed and she stalked forwards, grabbing the golden spirit's arm. Mike shrieked and swiped her talons at the creature, gouging a nice chunk out of Marionette's costume and making her hiss darkly.
"Just for that…" Marionette hissed, "I think I'll let you kill him. And then bring you back just to watch him bleed out in your arms…"
She grabbed both sides of Mike's head and made the golden bear look her straight in the eyes.
"Kill the boy," she ordered.
"N-N-No…NO!" Mike screamed, sobbing, "NO! NO! NOOOOO ESCAPING ME BOY!"
And the corrupted spirit gave a loud, evil laugh that echoed through the house.
Little Robby heard the panicked cries from the spirits from his room…so he could only assume that they were coming to get him. All of them.
"NO! NO! NO! NOOOOO ESCAPING ME BOY!"
The boy's blood went cold and he gripped the flashlight even harder as a warm, dark laugh rippled through the house.
"If I were you, I'd be very worried," Marionette purred from the vent as the laughter continued, "She's coming to kill you, Robby-boy,"
"Because you made her!" the boy hissed, picking up a toy and hurling it at the vent with a loud clang.
"Oh, look at that…she's found where you were…" Marionette sang smugly, "You just took a few extra seconds off your life, Rob,"
"Don't call me that!" little Robby snarled, "I'm not a thief!"
"Thinking you could just come and take these five from me? Hmmm, yes, I think that qualifies you as a thief, boy,"
A low, dark laugh sounded outside the left door and Robby gasped, sprinting towards the door and opening it just to hear nothing. The boy flashed the flashlight just to see his mother's pitch-black gaze looking at him from the end of the hall. He slammed the door shut right as she teleported to it. He closed his eyes as sharp talons dragged themselves down the wooden door and suddenly cut off.
"Quick thinking on your part, little Robby," Marionette sneered, "But you've got to be faster…remember, Gold can get anywhere in your room or in the halls,"
"Why are you helping me!?" the boy demanded as he ran to the other door and slammed it shut when he saw a glimmer of gold.
"Because I want to watch the show!" Marionette beamed, "Gold's a child's entertainer…and me, being partly a child myself, am being very entertained just by watching you suffer!"
Robby whirled behind him and flashed the light, but didn't see anything.
"Where's everyone else…"
"Oh, it's just you and Mummy-dearest tonight," Marionette chuckled, "I figured she should have the honor of killing you,"
"I feel so honored," Robby snarked, racing to the other side and flashing the light down the hall…but didn't see Gold.
He dashed to the other side and flashed the light…but didn't see her once more.
"Where are you!?" he whispered.
"Hehehe!" a dark, warm gold laugh rippled from the room.
He turned the flashlight on the bed, but didn't see her there…
"The closet!" he panicked, racing towards the doors and shining the light…just for a high-pitched ringing sound to pierce his ears.
The boy howled as he slammed the doors closed on his mother's fanged maw.
"Mama," he tried, "Please, you have to wake up!"
"Hehehahahaha!" came his mother's dark, sinister laugh from all around him, making the boy get up and flash the light at every place he could think of.
He raced back towards the left door and flashed the light down the hall. He saw his mother cock her head as she looked at him and the boy shut the door quickly.
"Please, please wake up!" he thought frantically as he heard her footsteps leave.
"Heheheha!"
"Mama, please!" Robby pleaded, checking the closet quickly and not seeing her.
He turned around and flashed the light on the bed…and nearly screamed in shock as the flashlight nearly slipped from his hands.
His mother's head was on the bed…but he didn't see her body anywhere. He kept the flashlight on the golden mask…right as it disappeared in a wisp of shadow.
"Oh, is widdle Wobby just a widdle scared? Is it too Scawy for him?" Marionette jeered, "Does he need his blankie and his bottle?"
"YOU SHUT UP!" Robby shrieked, flashing his light at the Marionette and making it flinch slightly as the light seared it's eyes.
He didn't pay attention to that and ran towards the other door, flashing the light down that hallway instead. But, there was nothing. Nothing appeared in that hall.
"Hehehahahaha!"
The boy's blood ran cold and he whipped around, shining the light behind him…right as two taloned paws grabbed him.
"RAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Gold roared, teeth bared as she hoisted the boy off the ground.
"YES!" Marionette screamed, "KILL HIM! BITE HIS HEAD OFF! RIP HIM IN TWO! I DON'T CARE HOW YOU DO IT JUST DO IT NOW!"
"Mama!" Robby cried, grabbing at the two paws and looking into the inky depths of his mother's eyes, "PLEASE! WAKE UP!"
But Gold was not listening to him. The bear shrieked again and prepared to bite him…right as the clock struck six. The jet black eyes faded, turning gold.
"NO!" Marionette screeched, "NO! NO! NO! NO!"
"Oh!" Mike gasped, dropping Robby and holding her head with her paws, "Robby…wha…what happened?"
But the boy couldn't speak, he was crying in relief that someone was watching over him and made six a.m. come a little faster.
I figured that Gold's death-scream would be different from the other ghosts' because Mike was an adult when she died and not a child. Hence how Gold's is deeper in the Game. So the little "scree!" is unique to the original four and Emily while Gold and Spring have different screams. Next'll be night 6 and if there's something you guys want to see regarding daylight adventures, let me know! I'd love to hear from you all! Oh, and before I forget...there's a reference to a movie in here...anyone see it?
I hope you guys liked it, if you did send in the reviews! (Along with ideas because I will need them eventually!) :)
Qui vállë tóquetë, ván tecë (If no review comes from y'all; no story comes from me)
Máriessë ar mára tecië
Farewell and fair writing
Elhini Prime signing off.