Some Things Are Better Left Buried
By: Miss-DNL
Chapter 10: Turn for the Worst
The hallway of Freddy Fazbear's pizza was dark. The checkerboard tiles barely shinned with the light from the moon. Only sound that could be heard was Gregor's feet carefully making contact with the tiles. He looked around, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. He didn't like how quiet it was though, it felt like something was waiting for him-just out of sight. Gregor steeled his nerves and moved farther down the hall. He glanced at the pictures on the wall and smiled at all the crayon scribble drawings. To be honest some were better than the ones he had put up.
Gregor blinked and looked around for his own, he'd drawn six. One of Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, Foxy, Mangle, and Balloon Boy. He'd never gotten around of making one of Puppet. Safe to say he wasn't doing one after his encounter.
Spotting the small cluster of drawing he'd pinned up he moved over to them. There they were, in all their half-baked glory. Gathered around them were drawings done by others, including the ones done by Clifton. His could best be described as amorphous colored blobs that vaguely resembled animals. Thankfully they were color coded, purple, brown, and yellow. Only a few others, placed here and there, were done by staff.
The man dug his dark blond brows downward when he spotted something odd about the pictures. He blinked his slate grey eyes and shook his head slightly before looking again. Instead of disappearing the pictures changed more. Gregor pulled his head back, confused by what he was seeing. Tentatively he reached a hand out and placed a finger on one of the waxy crayon drawings. It was a picture of Bonnie, his personal favorite, the one he'd drawn. He was holding his guitar with notes coming from his mouth. Honestly Gregor had put more effort into that one than he'd meant to.
He swore that the area around the eyes were getting darker. Not just on Bonnie, but all of them. Gregor looked up at the other pictures, they were darkening. It was playing out in front of him with each passing second. Using his nail Gregor carefully scrapped a bit of the colored wax off. Underneath the dark purple was black. The Fazbear employee pulled his head back in surprise, that didn't make any sense.
Confused he looked to one of the others and scratched some of the crayon off of a Foxy picture. Again the same thing, black wax. Gregor moved onto another, but before he could try he pulled back. The Freddy in the picture had been awkwardly looking towards a child and now had its full attention on him. The eyes were messily colored black and staring forward at the man.
Stepping back away from the wall Gregor saw all the colorful drawings were seemingly glaring at him. Dozens of small black eyes staring him down. He watched as the pictures began to darken and corrode before his eyes. The paper turning yellow, crumpling, and withering at the edges. The angry cartoons turned pitifully sad as they eroded away, pathetic sobs somehow coming from their deteriorating forms.
Gregor's eyes darted around at all the decaying pictures, the cries were that of children. It sounded like they were in pain. Just barely he could make out their fading forms just barely shifting on the paper. They all seemed to be desperately trying to move to the top of their pages. Following their path upward Gregor noticed that the wall itself was changing. The paint was darkening, colors fading, peeling up in splintered, jagged, patterns. Signs of water and fire damage began appearing around the wall.
To the guard's surprise sitting above the group of decaying drawings was the Puppet's mask. The mask's eyes were empty. Yet, Gregor got the feeling it was glaring down at him like the drawings had been before.
From where he stood, Gregor watched as the drawings vainly tried to reach the mask as if it could protect them. The guard lowered his head as the crying, pleading to be saved, continued and vainly Gregor tried to block it out. He blinked as he felt something wet drip down on him. Looking up the guard saw that the ceiling was eroded and leaking. Large chunks of it were flayed out, exposing the soaking, corroded wood the water was seeping from.
In the pit of his stomach Gregor could feel dread riding up inside of him. This dread spiked when he heard the echoing sound of metal feet smacking onto the now wet floor.
"Springtrap…" Gregor said to himself. He looked back to the drawings, they were no longer moving, and the mask was missing. Gregor looked back to the end of the long, creaking, hallway where Springtrap was approaching from. Looking to the other end of the changing, decaying, hall he only saw darkness. Looking between the two Gregor realized there was nowhere else to go, all the rooms had vanished from the building. It was him, this hall, and an encroaching Springtrap.
Before he could decide to move Gregor felt something wrap around his arms. Six, pointed, nail-like fingers dug into his shoulders. A voice whispered into his ears, it was soft, a child's…but, it lacked any mirth and held a cold burning cruelty. Gregor felt paralyzed, he could even inch his eyes downward to see the fingers holding him in place.
"Where are you going?" The Puppet questioned musingly. It's soft, whispering voice echoing clearly in his ear, "Isn't this what you wanted? You looked for him. You were happy to find him. Now he's here, and you're not happy?"
"I didn't know…" Gregor managed back. It took a lot of effort but he managed to get his head to edge over to his shoulder. It was like he was fighting sleep paralysis! From the corner of his eyes he could make out the blurry vision of Puppet's mask, but it looked splintered.
"No excuse." It hissed, sharply enough that Gregor physically winced.
The water was dripping down from the ceiling faster now, to the point it was practically raining down on Gregor. The Puppet's grip was unyielding despite being soaked and Gregor still couldn't move. The water drops left long, straight, water marks on the pictures in front of him. It looked like all the empty eyed cartoonish drawings were crying.
Heavy splashing footsteps drew Gregor's attention from the sad, tortured looking drawings. The smell of what Gregor could only liken to a wet dog carcass was filling the air. He could practically feel the Puppet's wide smile stretch out behind him. Finally, Gregor was able to move, but only towards where the marionette wanted him to.
Invisible strings guided him from the wall and through the ankle deep water. Gregor couldn't even attempt to resist, his mental self-urging amounted to nothing. Marching towards him, sloshing steadily through water like it wasn't even there, was Springtrap. The undead killer's animatronic eyes were focused solely on him. Gregor made another vain effort to pull himself off his seemingly preset path, but his body disobeyed and steadily moved towards the deranged animatronic.
"Don't be afraid," The Puppet comforted with ample venom, "you'll only suffer like we are."
The simple animatronic's words felt like a tub of ice had just been dumped onto Gregor. An alligator-like hiss that came from Springtrap brought the man's terrified attention back to the approaching tomb. The grinning, decaying, bunny opened its mouth, the water dripping from its maw caused it to look like it was salivating. The top piece of Springtrap's head raised up further, just enough that Gregor saw a pair of white pinpricks leering at him. Springtrap's head slumped over to the side with an open, grinning, hiss.
Against his own will Gregor continued forward towards the hybrid animatronic. He could see it in Springtrap's eyes that it was eager to get ahold of him. The entombed killer reached out for him, and then everything stopped.
A noise blared in the background, it sounded familiar yet not. Gregor mouthed "what?", blinked, and then found himself sitting upright in his bed. In the back ground his cellphone's ringtone was blaring at full volume. The man grumbled to himself that he'd had a bad dream and wiped his sweat coated forehead. It still felt like the water from in his dream was clinging coldly to him, and he could still feel the points where the Puppet had gripped him tightly.
Still sleep drunk Gregor rubbed his face, trying to wake his senses. His ringtone stopped and moments later started up again. The sudden burst of loud sound was enough to snap him into the present. Grateful for the distraction from his nightmare replaying itself in his head Gregor snatched up the slim phone. Tapping the green answer button he spoke, "Hello, hello, this is Gregor Scott speaking."
"Hey, this is Karen Santos." An older female voice said over the phone.
"Karen Santos?" Gregor repeated, rubbing the bridge between his eyes as continued to try and shake of the feeling of his nightmare. The name sounded familiar, the woman sounded familiar as well. Focusing through the haze in his mind he found the reason why. The answer made him scrunch his brow in confusion.
"You're the janitor we hired." Gregor answered, not bothering to hide his confusion. Why was she calling him?
"Yeah, that's me." She answered.
"Why are you calling me?" Gregor questioned as he stood up from his bed. Standing seemed to have woken him further as he quickly found an answer for his question, "Did something happen?"
"Uh-huh, I tried calling Herald but he wouldn't pick up. Figured you were the second in command." Karen explained calmly. Judging by her tone whatever was apparently urgent wasn't so urgent.
"I guess I would be." Gregor answered, he was one of the new founding members of the pizzeria. Getting the feeling that he was going to be heading out soon, Gregor walked over to his closet as he continued to talk, "What happened?"
"You're going to need to see this," was all Karen said in reply.
Gregor Scott frowned, he didn't like the sound of that. Regardless he opened his closet and pulled on one of his uniforms, "Alright, I'll be there in ten minutes or so."
"I'll meet you at the front desk." Karen said before hanging up.
Fazbear's head of security looked at his cellphone screen for a moment before putting it aside to get dressed. He had a bad feeling about what had happened at the pizzeria, but he had to take a look-it was his job. He had to ensure the pizzeria's safety, he had to ensure the establishment kept going. That was Gregor's job, and he was going to do it.
Author's Note: Hey, another update! Don't expect me to update this frequently from now on though lol just enjoy it while it lasts.
Decided to show what kinds of nightmares Gregor has been having, Herald is having similar ones as well
And yeah I know that I said the animatronic won't talk, but its a nightmare...so...fuck the rules lol
Please let me know what you think