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Part Six
Amy was hiding in the food court, behind the counter of an old Subway. She managed to peek her head over the corner, whimpering. Pulling out her phone, she used the source of light to look for signs of danger. She still felt so exposed, even behind the safety of the counter.
Foxy appeared around the corner, hissing and she ducked down with a barely muffled yelp. The sound caused Foxy to look sharply toward the counter. His optics flickered and his teeth seemed to widen in a grin.
Amy clasped her hand over her mouth, moaning in fright. She pressed her back against the counter, not noticing Foxy looking down at her from above the counter top.
Something fell onto Amy's shoulder. She looked down, noticing it was bright red. She reached out and touched it with two fingers.
The sound of a hiss drew her attention upwards and she screamed. Foxy dove at her, but she managed to roll out of the way and into the kitchen, seconds as Foxy had a face-first encounter with the floor, getting tangled in a mess of robot limbs and parts.
Amy rushed through the kitchen, listening to the sounds of Foxy's terrible screeching. He staggered into the kitchen, his head twisted at a funny angle.
"ARR! Come aboard, lass! I just want to - " A demonic, deep voice channeled through Foxy's voice box. " - kill you!"
He grabbed his head with a hand on one side and his hook on the other before twisting it back into its proper place.
He stalked around the kitchen in search for her and with how small it was, Amy was given no other choice but to hide behind the kitchen counter. Foxy started to search the pantry and Amy took the chance to flee back through the kitchen door.
The animatronic fox looked back and his optics glowed bright with rage.
Meanwhile, Andy was searching for Amy through the employee corridor. "Amy?" he called, "Dude, this is seriously messed up! Where are you?"
Just then, he could make out a peculiar sound. It almost reminded him of metal buckling.
Or someone shrieking.
It sounded faint, distant.
Andy squinted suspiciously.
Suddenly, his phone began to filter through loud, startling static. Andy jumped, but pulled his phone from his pocket and stared down at it in disbelief.
"What the hell?" he exclaimed.
He pressed several of the buttons before focusing his attention to a radio sitting on a desk in an adjacent room. It filtered through the same exact noise. Andy could have sworn he heard voices coming from it.
"...little boy..."
"...missing..."
Andy furrowed his brow and a loud thumping from the ceiling made him stare upwards. Banging. As if someone was frantic to get out.
"...Amy?" Andy said, carefully.
Suddenly, the ceiling caved, sending bits of plaster, dust and debris falling to the floor. Andy backed away quickly, shocked to see Mangle among the mass. She screamed at him, long and loud.
He recoiled and raised his arm to his face, just as Mangle tried to lunge for him. But the wires impeded her movements. She looked back at the mess and tried to pull her twisted, endoskeletal arm free, but to no avail. Several attempts and almost frustrated human grunts; Andy suddenly grinned; he started laughing when there seemed to be no threat.
"Y-Yeah!" he shouted, feeling bolder now, "You ain't biting me today, creepy ass robot! You ain't BITING ME!"
He continued taunting Mangle, saying "You ain't biting me" in a sing-song voice and clapping; his ridiculous antics had him failing to see Springtrap now standing behind him, those eyes almost glaring.
"Whatcha got now...Tangle?" Andy taunted, waving his hands out daringly.
He laughed before finally sensing something behind him. Slowly turning, he noticed Springtrap and all of his bravado disappeared.
"Oh shit..." he groaned.
Springtrap grabbed his shoulder and threw him into a storage room. Andy was sent sliding across the floor and colliding with a garbage can. Springtrap stalked toward him, feet slapping on the floor.
Andy quickly grabbed the nearest item he could find - a broom - and smashed it across Springtrap's face. It merely earned a grunt from the animatronic, and a stare that seemed more bored than angry.
Andy grunted, scooting far from Springtrap onto the other side of the room. "Come on, ugly!" he taunted, "Bring that nasty face right over here!"
Springtrap slowly tilted his head at the gesture.
Andy charged with a roar, smashing the broom across Springtrap's face as hard as he could. The machine doubled over slightly and Andy yelled triumphantly.
Springtrap righted himself with a gruesome crack of his joints. He straightened his head a few times before glowering down at Andy.
The animatronic seized Andy by the throat, lifting him off of his feet. Andy struggled to breathe, feet kicking out uselessly beneath him.
Springtrap watched as the teen grabbed uselessly at his arm and a horrid, dry chuckle escaped him.
You like to play games, do you?
Andy stared down at the animatronic in horrified disbelief. That voice... Did this thing really just speak to him?
Let's play.
With that, he tossed Andy into the wall and the blow knocked him out.
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Andy struggled to regain his senses. He mumbled weakly, watching the ceiling overhead pass him by.
"Wh-What are you doing...?" he groaned, looking up in a daze as Springtrap dragged him down the hall by his leg. "Let me go, man..."
His vision was blurred, his head hurt so bad.
He lost consciousness a few moments later.
Once Andy regained his senses, he couldn't move. He looked around, murmuring. He was in the parts and service room, lying on the floor with his back against the wall.
Something smelled absolutely foul.
Andy looked down and his eyes widened in confusion as he found himself in an old, smelly Freddy Fazbear suit. This one was yellow, much like the head he'd used to scare Dean with. A Golden Fazbear.
I wouldn't move if I were you.
Andy looked up, spotting Springtrap approaching with the Golden Freddy head. But this one was different than what he'd used before. It had wires sticking out of its empty eye sockets, several patches of faux fur rotted away and a few missing teeth.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Andy demanded.
Springtrap continued to approach, his wide grin seemingly stretching to both corners of his face.
Don't move.
Andy looked down and he saw it then; several metal pieces deep within the suit. A spring-lock suit.
"No, no..." he cried, shaking as Springtrap slowly lowered the Freddy Head over his head. "No! No!"
Springtrap just watched him, leaning forward and staring deep into the teenager's eyes as he whimpered with fright. Andy saw nothing in the room except for Springtrap. Those lifeless, animatronic eyes.
Andy shook, sweat beading down his brow.
His frantic movements, his sweat and the water dripping from the ceiling...
The sounds of his fear were abruptly silenced by the sudden snapping from the spring-locks.
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Vincent was driving down the dark road and his attention was briefly diverted toward the van parked in the trees. It seemed that one of the kids he'd seen forgot to cover it back up.
He pulled over along the side of the road and stepped out of his car, casting his gaze toward the mall.
He sighed.
Oh well. Such a shame.
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Dean, Emily and Mark were trying frantically to search for their two missing friends. Strangely enough, they saw no signs of Mike or any of the animatronics.
"Andy!" Mark whispered fiercely. "AMY!"
"They're not answering," Emily said, fear straining her voice, "What if they're dead?"
"DON'T say that!" Mark hissed. "No one's dead!"
A soft moaning sound filled the air, immediately freezing the trio where they stood. They looked around frantically.
"What the hell was that?" Emily gasped.
She removed her flashlight from her coat and cast the beam around their vicinity. Eerily enough, no animatronics were around.
The moan continued on and it almost sounded like someone pleading for help. Mark looked up and noticed a figure staggering toward them from the other side of the second floor. Emily shined her light on it and it was the Golden Freddy suit moving.
Mark sighed, annoyed. "Andy, are you kidding me?" he snapped, making his way around to the other side.
Emily and Dean took the opposite side to corner their idiotic friend.
The Golden Freddy figure seemed to be limping, groaning in pain. Occasionally, grabbing its neck and reaching out almost beseechingly.
"Andy, I'm going to kill you!" Mark snapped, approaching. "You're seriously playing games with us when we got this screwed up shit going on?"
"'elp 'e..." Andy's voice croaked from the suit.
He sounded sick; as if he was gurgling on fluid. But Mark seemed to consider that all he was doing was playing games with him.
"Get this mask off!" he said, frustrated.
While Mark struggled to get the mask off, Emily approached and her foot slid on something slick. She almost fell if not for clutching the railing and Dean catching her.
They looked down, noticing an almost black trail of fluid on the floor. They followed it toward the Golden Freddy suit, which the back seemed almost drenched. Emily's voice caught in her throat and she shined her flashlight down.
Blood.
"'elp 'e..." Andy groaned again, "It -ur..."
"Mark..." Emily whimpered.
Mark didn't listen, anxiously trying to help Andy out of the suit. His eyes widened in furious disbelief.
"What the hell, is this welded on?" he cried. "Andy, how the hell did you get this thing on your head?"
"Mark!" Dean hissed frantically.
Mark scowled at them. "What?" he demanded.
Then, his frustration drained away when he noticed the pool of blood at his feet, gradually forming from the cracks and holes in the old suit. He backed away, lifting his foot before peering at Andy's eyes through the empty holes of the mask.
Tears had poured down Andy's frightened, pained eyes and blood soaked the corners of the empty sockets around them.
"...'lease..." he moaned.
Then, Emily looked beyond Mark, noticing Springtrap not far away. His eyes were nothing more than little red pinpricks in the dark.
"Mark!" she shrieked.
Mark attempted to release Andy, frantic despite how useless it was. "Andy, I'm sorry!" he cried, struggling against Dean and Emily's grip as they tried to pull him away, "I'm so sorry, man!"
They rushed into the darkness of the mall, leaving Andy to fall to the floor. He reached out after them, moaning a high-pitched, frightened whine.
Springtrap promptly walked on his head and followed the trio.
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Amy had run into the party room, choosing to barricade the door behind her moments as Foxy slammed into it. She backed away, screaming.
"Go away!" she cried.
Foxy beat on the door several times; it almost sounded like the metal groaned under his assault.
Or was the groaning coming from him?
Amy clutched her hands at her face, failing to notice Chica still laying in a heap behind her. The Cupcake was sitting on the table, its wide silly eyes turning to look at her.
"Stop it!" she shrieked out at Foxy. "Leave me alone!"
A few more vicious beatings to the door and eventually, the sounds stopped. Amy backed away, confused and terrified.
Slowly, Chica's head turned, looking right at her.
"This can't be real..." Amy mumbled. "This can't be real..."
She backed away, tripping and falling right onto Chica, who immediately wrapped her large, metal arms around her.
Amy shrieked and Chica's optics brightened. Her beak opened wide, as if delighted with her capture.
"Hi there! I'm Chica!" her voice box played, "Let's eat - eat - eat - " A deep, terrifying voice filtered through between hollow screams and whispers, "YOU."
Amy screamed.
The sound carried through the empty mall, where the animatronics roamed. Their voices filtered through static sounds of macabre delight.
Mike could hear the scream from his place in the employee lounge. He was struggling to retrieve some things from an old locker before he paused, lifted his head.
"Couldn't resist playing games, could you?" he said, to someone standing behind him. "You never had any control."
No response.
Mike chuckled, turning to face the shape standing in the doorway. "They will find you. You're the one they need to stop all of this."
Again, nothing but eerie silence.
"I'll make sure they have you," Mike promised, his features darkening. "And we can both be taken together."
He paused when he received no reaction once more.
"I've seen you do things to those kids. I know what you are. And it ends tonight."
The figure slowly removed a long, dangerous knife. The tip of the blade reflected dimly in the poor light coming from the glass window overhead.
"You're absolutely right, Mike. It ends tonight."