Some Things Are Better Left Buried

By: Miss-DNL

Chapter 13: Night Five

"What the hell?" Uttered Kyle in confusion as she stared out her car door window. The blunt question was directed at an older car model that she'd spotted while driving into the parking lot of Freddy's. Upon getting out of her car she found herself still stumped by its presence. Kyle looked from the car to the building it was parked right in front of. She frowned skeptically, "Why would anyone else be at this place tonight?"

She shook her head and tossed her security hat onto the passenger seat of her car. After her last night she could care less about dress code, if there was one. She wasn't a big fan of hats anyway, or the company for that manner.

To her slight surprise Kyle found the front doors of the pizzeria were unlocked. With some caution she entered the building, her mind still mulling over why anyone else would be around. From the halls came a light from the security room's open door, which left Kyle's mouth hanging open. They couldn't have actually hired another. To her dismay however there was another person sitting in the security office. Had she taken a moment to glance him over she might've spotted the older, dingy looking uniform, or the fact he seemed to have been expecting her. Kyle however was quickly over taken by concern for a possible unknowing person being put in danger.

"I don't know who you are," Kyle began immediately, "but you need to-"

"Relax." Mike interrupted dully wanting to cut off the new guard's franticness before it could really get off the ground. The unexpected, but blunt, assurance caught Kyle off guard enough that she came to a halt. With a tilt of his head he got a look at the time on the control tablet, of which he'd gotten himself acquainted with before Kyle arrived. "We have ten minutes to get to know each other before the animatronics start moving."

He pointed to a scuffed name tag over his uniform's pocket, "Name's Mike Schmidt by the way."

"Kyle Hudson," Kyle responded in turn as she slowly entered the room. Even still she couldn't believe he was there. The fact that he was aware of how the animatronics were made it even stranger. Yet he was still here despite the fact. Kyle shook her head, clearing some of the confusion from her mind. Somewhat settled she then asks, "Okay, so how do you know about the animatronics?"

"Simple. I worked at the last real Freddy's." Mike answered. When he saw the look of shock come over Kyle's face Mike knew the questions were coming. Inside he sighed and readied himself for them.

"You worked at one of these places before? And you came back?" Kyle questioned incredulously. It was unbelievable to her that anyone would willingly subject themselves to this job again. Calling this man mad would be putting it gently. Then again, she'd come back after day one. That had to say something about her sanity.

"Yeah, there were only four animatronics at my place though. Freddy, Chica, Bonnie and Foxy, the main crew." Mike said as he pressed the main stage camera. No movement from the cast yet as expected. The three bulky animals just unblinkingly stared out at nothing like they had at old restaurant. Mike glanced at Kyle as he addressed her second question, "To keep other guards from getting killed."

The female guard thinned her lips in thought, something about his last answer seemed incomplete. Having no reason to question it Kyle sat in the second chair that had been provided. The chair was just one of the table chairs that were plentiful in the pizzeria, but Kyle was more interested in her new coworker. She eyed him and he waited for her to do something with a worn neutral expression. Even though Kyle had an odd feeling his answer was only half given she could relate to it.

"Same reason I haven't quit yet." Kyle said almost wistfully. "Need the money too." She said with a half attempted laugh.

"Same here." Mike stated as he continually flipped through the cameras to get himself familiarized with the layout. It was different from his, but some of the decorative choices where similar. Foxy's stage seemed the same, if not a bit bigger. The confetti design on the walls had remained but done in lighter shades. The eighties reminiscent checker board style wall boarders and floor were back once again. Also making a return were the star streamers and children's drawings.

"So, you were around when…" As Kyle's voice trailed off Mike slide his blue eyes over to her. The woman seemed to be having trouble finding the right wording. Mike knew what she was going to say and wanted her to spit it out already. They only had five minutes left.

"…the killings were going on." The younger guard managed, feeling a tad embarrassed about dragging on for as long as she had.

Mike nodded curtly, "I was." He leaned back in the rolling office chair but kept hold of, and kept his eyes on, the camera screen. Mike gave a steady sigh as he thought back to that time. "To be honest, I didn't pay much attention to it. I knew about it sure. I was young and had the "that won't happen to me" way of thinking. Karma bit me hard when I signed up for a job with robots that wanted to bite my face off."

"Do you have any idea who it might've been?" Kyle asked, she didn't expect Mike to have an answer but it was worth asking anyway.

The older guard shook his head and gave a grunt before beginning, "No, but there were plenty of suspects. Might've heard some people thought there were two different killers, some even think they worked together. Plenty thought it was a guard. My supervisor at the time, Bernie, was a major suspect. He..."

Mike suddenly found himself struggling to say the words. His body seized up, refusing to allow himself to even mention that moment. Before Kyle could ask what was wrong he moved on, "There was also the owner, Jones. Real hard to read kind of guy."

"Then there was…" Mike felt a feeling of discomfort come over him as he thought back to when he went for his interview. He entered the small room that cleaner than the rest of the building. The back of the room with the desk was were all the furniture seemed to be, the desk, chair and filing cabinets. The front of the room sported only a couple of chairs. Young eighteen-year-old Mike looked towards the manager, Jones, then over to the other presence in the room.

Standing by a filing cabinet was a guard, face shadowed by the bill of his security hat. The only clear features were messy black hair jutting out from under his cap and down to his shirt's high collar, shoddy facial hair, and what looked to be a cleft chin. Soon as the guy noticed his gaze young Mike looked away, feeling suddenly intimidated.

"This other guard. Real tall," Mike held his hand up above his head for a moment to show Kyle. He thought back for a better example to give her. "Tall as the animatronics if I recall correct. I only saw him once when I got hired and when I went to get my paycheck. Quit right after. Never said nothing, but he'd been around long enough to be the killer from what I was told."

"Everybody at the place was suspect, even the janitor." Mike explained, wrapping up his answer as he clicked back to the main camera. In a minute it'd be twelve am. He spoke again before Kyle could speak, saying, "It's almost midnight. Tell me what you know about Mangle, BB, and Puppet."

"BB?" Kyle echoed just before she realized who he was talking about, "Oh! Well, he hasn't done anything. Went into the vent once, but the Freddy head worked to get him to leave. Mangle move along the ceiling. When it got close it started making this noise like radio static. Seemed to draw-"

Her words stalled when she heard a lot of animatronics moving around. Mike noticed this and quickly said, "Keep going. I'll tell you if you need to shut the door."

Kyle looked unsure but an enforcing look from Mike got her to continue, "The noise seemed to make the others move faster."

"Sounds right. Their drawn to noise." Mike affirmed as he checked back and forth from Foxy to Freddy, keeping both in their place. Recalling the last new one he switched over to the prize corner. There he noticed the "wind the music box" button.

"What about the puppet thing?" Mike asked as he pressed down on the button and watched as the circle next to it became whole again, a clunking winding noise accompaning it.

"Don't know. Never let it out." Kyle answered with a shrug.

Mike had hoped to get more info on the pierrot looking animatronic, but at least he knew his shift partner was diligent on that aspect. A familiar ringing drew the veteran guard's attention to the desk phone. If it hadn't been the signal that the nightmare was more officially beginning, he might have felt some nostalgia. All the same Mike pressed the play button, not wanting the ringing to further encourage the animatronics to head down to them.

"Hello, hello," Gregor began as per usual.

"Huh, yours does that too." Mike noted with slight surprise.

"Does what?" Kyle questioned.

"Nothing." Mike answered, finding the similar quirk between his "phone guy" and Gregor not important enough to share.

"Hope you two are getting along well enough. I've recently found a source of information, that'll hopefully be coming in soon. I'll keep you updated when I get the new information in. Fill each other in on what you know about the animatronics. Also, Mike is in charge. That's it for now."

Author's Notes: And so begins night 5. How will two guards working together on one of the hardest nights of the week go? One of the guards isn't collected as he wants the other guard to think he is. How will that play into things? We'll see!

There's going to be two other parts in this night, their already written out. Just need editing as usual. Unfortunately I haven't gotten much new written. My acid reflex issue was acting up a few days ago. It causes me to be very uncomfortable and very irritable, making it hard to focus on anything. It's passed now so I'm going to try and make up for lost time. I am happy to notice that this story has made it past fifty reviews! Thank you so much everyone!

Guest Reviews:

Mia: Guess I should have mentioned this on the last chapter. Yes, I've seen the cut scenes. Hard not to when the whole fandom is talking about them. I'm more impressed on how everyone is freaking out about them. Not hard to imagine why, but, my au is based off of the first four games. As I've mentioned I never really had intention of added the new game into it. Wouldn't work. So it doesn't really affect or concern me.

Guest: (chapter 11 & 13) Thank you for the reviews! Lol, liking the Gregor hate that has been coming in.

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