Some Things Are Better Left Buried

By: Miss-DNL

Chapter 10: Turn for the Worst

With a rough huff Gregor sat himself down at his desk. For a while he just sat there, fingers irately dancing on the edge of the metal desk. Gregor already knew he was going to have to pull the three fifty from his own bank account. There went a good chunk of his savings. The problem was getting the rest of Karen's pay increase. Herald was already shaky about the whole situation. How was he supposed to get the money from him?

Then it occurred to him that Herald had left him in charge with permission to use his computer. The computer that had everything on it and he knew the password to open it. He wasn't a hundred percent sure it'd work, but it was worth a shot. At the very least he could use it to get a look at an overview of what they were making. Actually that was a better idea, he could siphon off money here and there to pay Karen.

Before he left Gregor opened up a drawer on the bottom of the desk, the deepest of the three, and pulled out a pair of walkie-talkies. They'd come in recently and now he was going to give them purpose. Next with a press of a few buttons on the control panel the camera for the back was disabled.

Just as he was about to leave a thought came to him. Turning to the other side of the desk Gregor pulled his key ring from his pants loop. Unlocking the top drawer, Gregor pulled out the three applications Cathy had given him. Gregor grabbed the three applications, the walkie-talkies, and headed back to the mechanic's room.

"You shut off the back camera?" Karen asked when he arrived at the room. She was still working on cleaning the blood off the stainless steel table. The rag was already covered in red and the bucket was gaining a noticeable tint of the color. On the ground leaning against the back of the table was a tied industrial garbage bag. The lack of a stuffed suit on top the table now told Gregor all he needed to know about the contents.

"It's off." Gregor confirmed before he handed one of the walkie-talkies to the woman. Getting a questioning look from the lady Gregor explained, "In case someone comes in early." Karen nodded in understanding and he continued. "I'll come in early from now on. If anyone comes through the front I'll be able to stall them."

"Got yah, and I have a question for you." Karen began as she looked the guard over curiously.

"What?" Gregor asked in reply.

"Why is this place so important to you?" Karen motioned to the room around them, almost looking amazed by what the guard was willing to hide. She barely held back a chuckle as she continued, shifting her weight onto the table, "Killer animatronics out front and a killer hidden in the back. You're certifiably crazy for wanting to continue."

"I'm not crazy." Gregor snapped at the woman. Then he stopped at her mention, "How did you…how did you know about Springtrap?"

"Hey, I didn't say I wasn't." Karen responded as she held a hand up to dismiss the man's offended tone. She then gave a knowing grin, "You hired me when you were still building the place. Overheard a big racket about spring locks going off when I came in one day. Next thing I knew the safe room was sealed up. Kind of assumed after that."

He gave her an irate judging look then thought back to his nightmare, and the real thing that was hidden away. Gregor honestly didn't want his suspicion confirmed, but found the words coming from his mouth on their own. "Is Springtrap…active?"

The amusement nearly entirely fell from Karen's face as she seemed to look back on memories. A knowing yet faded grin quirked at the end of her lips, "Oh yeah he is. Day he was dropped off he went active the same night. Got a poor kid called Brent Weeks that day."

Gregor listened attentively as the crooked janitor continued, but felt the pit of his stomach freeze up at the thought. His nightmare playing over in his head with new vividness. The eyes, the rotting maw, and the Puppet's whispers all seeming fresh and new in his mind.

"Don't know how our night guard lived with the son of a bitch for about a week." She looked to Gregor inquiringly, "You heard of him right? Isaac Vargas? Tough look'in little bastard." When the guard nodded she continued while returning to her cleaning. "Every time I came in it looked like they had a fight or somethin. He might have won, so to speak, but Springtrap left him nice little forget me nots all over."

The woman grunted irately as she continued cleaning up, "Had to pull the bastard out of a vent once. Pain in the ass with that kind of stench."

Karen dumped the now red rag into a strong smelling cleaning solution and pulled out another from her pocket. "Boss didn't seem to really mind all that much about the place burning. Probably felt good to be rid of Springtrap. Especially, if that really is who we both think it is."

Gregor only mutely nodded in agreement to her statement.

"Heh, yeah." Karen responded in affirmation while wiping the table top off. She turned back to her janitorial cart and dunked the rag into the water. Pulling it out she began wringing it, red dyed water pouring out from it.

She held a pause, eyes drifting off back to memories again. Her mind took her back to a year ago. To a building that was made to look more worn down than it actually was. The lighting was atmospherically dim and flickered on and off at random. The ceiling was falsely worn and torn, meaningless wires hanging down from it. Yet her hazel eyes ignored her surroundings, and instead focused on the yellow-green bunny animatronic in front of her. It was frozen in motion, posed like a rotting mannequin, appearing like it had been turning around the corner. The mouth was partly open, giving her a peek of what lay hidden inside.

The sight didn't bother as much as it would most. She recalled having seen her parents cleaning out suits for Fazbear Entertainment in her younger years. Instead she headed into the nearby staged office and began cleaning the disheveled mess inside. No blood, that was a good sign. As she worked the mop to and fro Karen found her eyes regularly glancing back to Springtrap. The animatronic's unblinking eyes were focused on the office desk, but she felt they were on her instead. During her cleaning of the place she kept an eye and ear out for the animatronic. The thing never moved but it made the situation no less tense. That same day she found Brent Week's body.

Karen learned that day just what her parents meant about the animatronics being creepy as sin.

Her voice turned distant and full of warning as she spoke to the guard again. "Let me tell you something. They may not move much during the day but their sure as hell watching you."

The moment in the prize corner quickly came to Gregor's mind. Distracted by the thought, he partly mumbled his reply, "So I've noticed…" The guard turned on his black shoed heels and headed back down the hall, "I'll be in the manager's office ensuring your payment. Use the walkie-talkie if you need me."

"Good, good." Karen chimed, pleased to hear that. Recalling her question went unanswered the janitor called out, "Hey, you didn't answer my question."

Old memories forced the nightmare out of Gregor's mind, if only for the moment. The guard felt his chest tighten and he shoved them away. Just wanting to end the conversation, and get to what needed to do done, Gregor gave a vague answer. "This place is the only thing that matters."

Karen uttered an interested hum and asked nothing further. She had a task she needed to complete in order to earn her under-the-table pay. Karen didn't really question whether or not Gregor would keep his word. She could always tell the cops if need be. By now she'd likely get in some degree of trouble, but such information would reduce her sentence. Something she was fine with. She knew fully well what she was getting into. The feeling of the empty eyed masks watching her was expected. If anything it was mostly because she practically grew up around this. She'd heard about it from her parents, been to the other pizzerias, and seen the aftermath. All she wanted to do was get paid, and this type of work offered a very good paycheck.

It felt good when Gregor shut the office door behind him. No more unseen eyes staring him down. Taking a seat at Herald's mostly unused desk Gregor turned on the computer tower. The connected screen came to life and showed him it needed a password. Gregor typed in the eight letter code and was allowed access. He pulled up a record of their income, and what money went where. They were doing good. Gregor knew he'd still needed to be careful about how much he pulled and when he pulled it. Hopefully with how apparently sleep deprived Herald was he wouldn't notice. The man was rich, not like he needed his excess cash.

After putting notes down in his cellphone about what he planned to do, which he'd delete later and write down somewhere safer, Gregor picked up the office phone. He had some new guards to hire. Eyes looking down at the one on the top, he spotted something interesting about the applicant. Briefly he looked back through the others, one had security detail experience, and the other had nothing of note. Gregor started with the one at the top and punched in the cellphone number. For a moment he sat waiting until the person picked up.

"Hello, hello, is this Leroy O'Conner?" Gregor started. "I'm Gregor Scott, head of security for Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. Yes, I'm calling about your application. When is the soonest you can come in for an interview? Tomorrow? Excellent. What time? Sounds good, I'll see you then."

Author's Note: And with that another chapter comes to a close. Karen not only knows about Springtrap but worked with him for about a week.

Also if you want to read about how Brent died I have it written out in my work "We Found One". Especially if you want some Springtrap with how much I've been teasing it, ha.

I have the first part of the next chapter written out, so look forward to that in a few days. I've also finally got first part to the next chapter of "Harmless Beginnings" written out.

As for Springtrap actually doing things. Soon. Two to three more chapters, maybe. Trust me I want to get to that just as much as you want to read it. Why I've been pushing myself to be more regular with this story.

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