Some Things Are Better Left Buried
By: Miss-DNL
Chapter 9: Night 4
Fruitlessly Cole smacked the side of his flashlight. He darted his dark brown eyes at the animatronics encircling him. They had stopped moving, like they were waiting for him to stop his squirming. The Puppet's wide smile and gleaming eyes seem to be leering down at him, it almost looked like it was enjoying this.
"Hi!" Pipped a child's voice from behind him.
Startled the college student jumped to face what had greeted him. To his confusion Balloon Boy stood on a party table, his smile cheery as ever. In one hand was his trademark swirl colored balloon, in the other was a sign. Typically, it read "Balloons!" but now instead it read in brush stroked black letters, "It's Me!"
"W-what?" Cole stammered. What was that supposed to mean? And why wasn't his flash light working? The batteries shouldn't have been close to dying yet! It'd worked just fine earlier!
The guard snapped his head back to the Puppet, and the other more pressing dangers. To vague confusion amongst fear the gift giver tilted its head to the side, peering past him. Cole fretfully knitted his brows when it pointed one of its three almost alien-like fingers over his shoulder. Was it asking him to look behind himself?
Cole feverishly shook his head. The guard's eyes stared at the lead animatronic as it waved a hand in front of its ever wide smile. It was miming laughter.
In mute silence Cole watched as the pierrot marionette silently hung its black hands out in the air. Its poofy, baggy, sleeves hanging in the air along with the long black strings that connected to the cross bar on its back. It was gesturing an aloof, "Oh well, then."
From behind him a chillingly slow tune played, it sounded like he Toreador Song from Carmen only in music box form. A similar choking wheeze to the others he'd heard mixed in with the song, corrupting the gentle melody. Cole could feel breaths on the back of his head. It was right behind him.
Slowly, dreading what he was going to see, Cole looked over his shoulder. Behind him was the titular Freddy Fazbear, looming over him like a brown, plush, animatronic wall. The bear peered down at him, just over his lighter brown snout. Like the others there was no gentle, friendly-looking plastic orbs for eyes. No there was empty holes housing a small yet furiously burning pinpricks. The opera song turned music box tune played from within Freddy, coming out of his hung open mouth.
Big brown bear hands clamped down on Cole's sides nullifying any terribly slim chances of escape he had. Panic going through the roof Cole thrashed in the bear's hands, but no kick the guard lashed out affected Freddy. The lead singer brought Cole closer to him, but not in a hug, but to carry him easier. The top hat wearing brown bear looked to the Puppet, waiting for a signal.
The Puppet twirled a finger in the air, drawing its friend's attention it then pointed to the parts and service's room. Ignoring their prey's protests and thrashing Freddy marched off to the back halls. The Puppet opened the door and ushered their unwilling companion inside with a sweep of its long arm.
Cole stopped thrashing for a moment to see what was in the room. Soon as he realized where he was, the night guard began screaming out his fearful, pleading, protests. He knew what was going to happen next. The empty Freddy Fazbear suit Chica and Bonnie were hauling onto the mechanic's table was a clear message. He was about to become a part of the bloody rumors surrounding Fazbear Entertainment.
"No-No, please god no!" Cole cried, tears swelling from his eyes. He wasn't ready to die. He didn't want to die in such a painful manner! The night guard thrashed his hardest trying to escape Freddy's grip. The animatronic's hold didn't even budge in the slightest, it had fastened down hard enough the guard could already feel bruises.
From the sideline the Puppet watched with empty mouthed glee as its friend hauled the guard over to the suit. The utter fear on the adult's face grew greater and greater as he neared his soon to be coffin. Tears streaked down the sides of his face, the wounded side leaving streaks of red while the other was clear.
The Puppet's enjoyment was ruined when the guard cried out again, "Please-please let me go! I didn't do anything wrong!"
Didn't do anything wrong? Didn't do anything wrong!?
A seething hiss of anger came from the Puppet, drawing its friends' attention. The leader's three fingered hands were clenched into tight, shaking, fits. Then with a more forceful, demanding, hiss the Puppet pointed sharply to the suit.
Taking the order to speed things up without question Freddy sat Cole Henderson on the cold metal table, hands still holding him still. Loud, unheard, protests became begging, unheard, sobs as the chicken and bunny animatronics hoisted up the bear torso. Inside the sharp metal beams and wires meant to connect with the animatronic endoskeleton could be seen. Right now, they looked like they were waiting to cut and dig into flesh and bone. An iron maiden in the shape of a bear suit.
"Please…don't do this…please." Cole begged weakly. The idea that his words were useless was grimly settling in his mind. The Puppet's eyes no longer burned with fury, but instead glared at him with a cold indifference. The guard hung his head, tears still falling from his face, his final plea barely a whisper, "Please…"
His judge flicked his blacked clothed hand, giving the wordless sentence. In sync Bonnie and Chica shoved the torso down. Tortured screams instantly took the place of Cole's sobbing, tearing apart the chilled night air. The beams and wires cut and sliced into his upper body. Red, red, was all he could see and all he could feel was pain. The coldness of the table was a long gone memory in the warmth of his own blood. From out of the bottom of the torso blood quickly began to drip out, especially when the two animatronics pushed the torso further down. Making sure it was fitting on snugly. They'd had practice at this, but it'd been a long while since last they did it.
Cole's screams hit their high point as he felt the beams and wires get dragged downward, down his body. Quickly they were replaced by bloodied chokes and faint, simpering, weeps. Where he sat was now red, the suit's inside soaking. The last thing he saw in his reddened vision was Freddy himself readying to put the wire filled mask on his head. More excruciating pain came and the guard gave one last pained cry.
From within the sealed safe room Springtrap's one, comparatively, good ear perked up. The sound of pained suffering was unmistakable, even through the thick walls. Springtrap tilted its decaying to better hear the noise. It was clear that a night guard had been caught and was currently being stuffed into a suit. The hybrid animatronic, listened quietly, waiting until the last final pained noise filtered through the walls. Then the tattered and rotting animatronic laughed, head cocked back letting hoarse, distorted, laughter escape it maw.
They knew he was dead, yet they still killed.
Springtrap leveled its head peering at where the sturdy metal door should be. Then again, it couldn't blame them. Springtrap was just as pissed about the situation as they were.
The half scorched animatronic's companion in the pitch black, dust filled, room was also looking towards the door. It could leave anytime it wished, but right now, it didn't want to see its friends. Reduced to vengeful killing once again. Besides, it looked back over to the grinning bunny, it was much more worried about something else.
It was going to need to be more proactive soon, but what was it to do?
Out in the back hall the Puppet stopped. Hearing laughter, it hadn't heard in a year. Honestly, it was too soon. So they were stuck in this place with him, again. The Puppet uttered a low, whispering, hiss before turning about face and heading out of the back hall. Seemed Springtrap was sealed up again, that was fine with Puppet. It'd keep an eye on things as always, day and night. There were props to being a simple animatronic.
Puppet gave a passing glance back to the parts and services. Seemingly its already wide smile lengthened at the sight of the bloody mess inside the room. The useless flashlight the guard had been so stubbornly clinging onto was bloodied and on the floor. The Puppet figured that should send a message to the new owners rather nicely.
The pierrot appearing animatronic looked longingly into the darkness that surrounded its thin frame. Sleep had been so comforting to its worn and broken spirit, no anger, no pain, nothing, just darkness, just sleep. Then to be rudely woken by greedy adults…absolutely infuriating…
Hadn't they been through enough? Why did they drag them back? Why? Why? Why had they woken them?
And worst of all brought him along with them…
The Puppet's pupils narrowed into sideways silts as it silently, not making a sound, walked through the halls. Fine, if they wanted to repeat things they'd follow suit. They'd pile up as many bodies as needed to get the place shut down. It didn't matter of the guards were involved directly or not, they were all causing them to suffer.
There was only one adult Puppet trusted…he'd tried so hard to put them to rest, but it'd all been put to waste.
The Puppet briefly hung its head low at the thought, but quickly raised it back up as it came to the main party room. Puppet didn't need to worry its friends. The others were wandering mostly aimlessly, only a few still were examining their forced new home. There was still over three hours left in the night.
With the guard taken care of, the Puppet headed back to the prize corner its black strings hovering a few inches above the ground. Its friends would screech if anyone else showed up. Arriving back at the prize corner Puppet noticed the dolls knocked off the shelf. Silently the gift giver meticulously put the plushies back on the shelf, making sure each was sat neatly and in the correct spot. Peering up the Puppet spotted a lone Fredbear plush on the top shelf. With long stripped arms the Puppet carefully, gently, took the doll off the shelf and cradled it.
The marionette stroked the bear's soft ear, though it could not feel the fabric. Faded memories flicked in the back of its, his, mind. He'd long since forgotten his name but that didn't matter. The Puppet held the Fredbear doll close, he remembered his friend.
With a single motion the Puppet slipped back into his box and waited for morning to come. The Fredbear doll held close up against his three, white, buttoned chest.
Author's Note: And there's the first death of the series! I told you it was coming.
Also I forgot to mention the song I was listening to was ECHO [Gumi English], some really picks up at the end. Good motivator music. Fits how I picture Puppet's character as well.
Originally this chase was mostly supposed to consist of Mangle and Foxy. Instead it ended up being Chica and Foxy. I dunno, I just have
developed a fondness for Chica. Carl ended up being surprisingly useful. Also interestingly, the Puppet developed quiet a bit recently and has become a favorite of mine. He's cold and cruel, yet is still a child, interesting combination. Also if Foxy's out of order sign can change text so can Balloon Boy's XD
Also some insight from Puppet about why their attacking again in the first place. Don't disturb the dead, especially if they have a murderous history. Scarily enough, Springtrap and Puppet are on similar pages-still despise each other's very existence though.
Next chapter will be an interlude again, bridge between the nights. Let's see how Gregor deals with a dead body...
Please let me know what you think!