Some Things Are Better Left Buried

By: Miss-DNL

Chapter 17: Night Six

Kyle sat in the driver's seat of the car, as she drove Mike and herself to their torturous place of work. Above a crack of thunder erupted from the dark grey, heavy storm clouds which dominated the sky. The entire town was blanketed by the sheer force of nature and not a single hole could be spotted in the raging storm clouds. Far as the eye could see the sky was black with occasional flashes of lighting. The wind was howling, pushing hard on the side of her car, seemingly in effort to topple it over. Kyle could just barely hear the car's windshield wipers pushing off the large rain droplets that pelted the glass pane in front of her. The effort seemed to be nearly vain as the storm was unrelenting in its downpour, but it was enough that she could still see where she was going.

"Geez, been a while since I've seen a storm like this…" Kyle said to her coworker, who was fiddling with the radio volume. Mike had ended up staying at her house for the day. By the time they'd woken up it'd been past noon, nearly two thirty pm. Mike's car was still at Freddy's and both of them had a mutual agreement to only return to the place if need be. So the two spent their time looking into Fazbear Entertainment's past.

Kyle gave a dry laugh as Mike got the music to a volume above the howling wind, "Heh, fitting considering where we're going right?"

"If you want to call it that…" Mike responded, pale blue eyes examining the weather outside. He didn't like this. With all the supernatural happenings he'd endured during his life he'd become superstitious. Not to the point of avoiding stepping on cracks, but weather like this on a weekend night shift at Freddy's? The atmosphere was too foreboding for his taste.

"Right…" Kyle said with more uncertainty, now picking up on what Mike was. She shifted in the driver's seat, trying to ease up and shake off the building sensation of dread. Getting the idea that was useless, she exhaled, "Least we found some stuff out today."

Mike nodded in agreement, "Yeah, about the two golden hybrid suits, Fredbear and Spring Bonnie, from the diner."

"And you hadn't heard nothing about them before?" Kyle questioned curiously. She squinted her eyes and looked out at the road, with this weather it was going to take longer than necessary to reach their work place. Thankfully they'd left half an hour early on Mike's suggestion, though now Kyle wasn't sure how much spare time they were going to get.

"Not a thing. I only found out about Golden Freddy after running into it during a shift." Mike answered, taking his borrowed coffee thermos from the cup holder. He took a long drink while mentally prepping himself for tonight. It was going to be worse, he knew it was going to be worse and the foreboding feeling hanging in the air like a sickness didn't help. He took another drink, the caffeine quickly setting to work, and went on, "The two suits were decommissioned after a couple of guys got killed in them remember?"

"Yeah, I remember…" Kyle said with a grimace, she could only imagine the mental scarring the kids who'd been unfortunate enough to witness such an event. She gave a grim groan, "All because the two go into a fight reportedly…"

"Also said that the suits spring locks hadn't been checked on that week. When they were supposed to have be tuned at least every three days." Mike pointed out. His fingers jittered on his pants leg, he could use a smoke right about now. Last time he'd managed to get one in before he went to the shift on Friday. This time he hadn't smoked out of courtesy to Kyle and Jessica. As he recalled another detail he spoke, "The original creator, Arthur Hayes, said something like, "Had the suits been properly tended to the light shoving wouldn't have triggered the malfunction"."

Kyle nodded grimly, another boom of thunder sounded from the sky, "There was also that guy, Frits Smith. The one they arrested for the disappearances."

"He was released months after being sentenced as guilty when the murders started up again." Mike unimpressed huffed at the justice system's failure, "Police jumped at the first person they could. Evidence was good enough, and things did go quiet for a while after he was locked away. Until the next body was found that is. Frits avoided the chair because of it." Mike leaned his elbow on the car door, watching the heavy raindrops pelt it, "He disappeared after his release though."

"Because of that people started to think there were two killers for a while." Kyle added in while taking a turn.

"Then things just stopped after the last Freddy's shut down." Mike stated, this part he recalled somewhat through his then recent nightmares. For a while the news reported on the lack of deaths, then, things just went quiet…An unsaid mutual consensus went through the town. No one questioned and everyone accepted. It took thirty years for Fazbear's to ever be brought up again, this time as Fazbear's Fright. Only to be promptly burned down. A pang of melancholy swept through Mike, the weather reflecting his emotions for a moment, "People just wanted to forget and move on…"

Kyle frowned in agreement and said nothing for the moment. With a bite of bitterness, she spoke, "Yeah, and possibly because of that the kids are still trapped. For all we know the killer is still alive and got away with it. Because they just let it go." She sighed, releasing her building anger, "Doesn't help us either. Spent a whole day trying to find some sort of lead to turn up empty."

"It's been thirty years. We're not going to solve it in a day." Mike stated, not sounding happy about it himself. A fact was a fact though. Neither of them had a degree in investigation or had ties to the Hurricane Police force. They had no help or skill, all they had was willpower.

"I know," Kyle admitted, tone dreary as their surroundings, "I just wish we had something."

"So do I…" Mike muttered in agreement his eyes fixed on the water logged scenery outside. It was like the world was mourning, all color had been watered out, warmth leeched away as the sky shed tears. For what Mike couldn't say. The foreboding tension knitted into the air inside the car seemed to grow a sense of malice as they neared their destination. Mike did his best to shake of the feeling but still it lingered.

The two night guards sat in the car for a minute once they arrived at the pizzeria, Mike's old car still sitting waiting for him. Kyle looked at the pizzeria and couldn't help but gulp, fearful knots tying themselves tightly in the pit of her cold apprehension. She wrung her hands on the steering wheel in attempt to work herself out of it. It was no use though, with the thought of animatronics waiting, eager, to put an end to her there was little psyching herself out of it. Instead she steeled her nerves, reminding herself not to back out of this. Kyle had to help Mike save the kids, somehow.

"Ready?" Mike asked his tense and apprehensive partner. He got a jerky nod in reply. Mike eyed her for a moment, half expecting her to suddenly blurt out that she changed her mind. He honestly wouldn't blame her if she did, but it didn't come. Mike was left stuck somewhere between uneasy and grateful because of it. The veteran guard shoved it aside and reached to the back seat and grabbed two umbrellas, one black and one red. He handed the black one over to Kyle, who took it with an almost whispered thanks, and the two headed out into the pounding rain.

Kyle was forced to grip her umbrella with a vice grip as the wind jerked it forward. Muttering a swear she pulled it back while managing to shut her car door. Fighting against the strong wind, cold, and heavy rain, the two guards headed up to the pizzeria. From under the safety of her umbrella Kyle looked out at the building. It didn't look as damning as she'd expected it to tonight, it was water logged as everything else around them.

Despite the wind, rain, and peal of thunder, the sound of Mike unlocking the door sounded clearly in her ears. The door swung open and Kyle noted how much darker the building looked inside than the weather outside. She shoved this thought back and headed inside, relieved to be out of the cold. Unfortunately, the temperature of the building was hardly any more welcoming. She shivered as the still, cold, dry, air draped itself over her, there almost felt like there was a meanness to it.

Kyle followed Mike to the office and they left their dripping umbrellas in the corner of the room. The two guards took their seats, Kyle on the left and Mike on the right. The female guard didn't question Mike as he sat on the side away from Foxy. Inwardly she was grateful he wasn't trying to push himself, at least he understood his limits.

They were still five minutes early despite the weather. Kyle was thankful for the time to prepare herself mentally, but at the same time just wanted it to start already just to get it over with. She decided to distract herself by checking her gear over. Flashlight, in her pocket, spare batteries, in her other pocket. Kyle frowned recalling how Mike had told her that Gregor had found out about the balloon dispenser's dangerous ability. Thankfully though it was repelled by all the same methods as the others. Puppet on the other hand was a concern, they had to remain constantly vigilant with it.

Mike eyed his companion, it was clear she was afraid. He wasn't sure what to say to her, he couldn't promise anything. He'd barely survived his sixth night and nearly died on his seventh. Mike blinked and spotted a post-it note on the wall above the desk. Curious he plucked it off, catching Kyle's attention in the process.

"What's does it say?" Kyle asked.

"Looks like the bastard did something productive." Mike answered after reading the brief note. He crumpled the post-it up and tossed it into the trash bin present in the room. Grabbing up the tablet Mike explained, "He had the mechanic make the music box last longer. Plays the whole "pop goes the weasel" song instead of a few verses."

Kyle eyes lit up in relief, "That's good, be easier to keep it in the box now."

His companion seemed less tense now, that was good. Mike knew they weren't out of the woods yet but he wasn't going to ruin it for her. Calmer she was the better. He looked at the tablet's clock, the shift was about to begin.

"Ready?" Mike asked, his tone and expression stoic.

Kyle took a shaky breath and answered, "I think this is as ready as I'm going to get."

"Same here." The older guard admitted with a wry, short lived, smile. Kyle returned the sentiment with some gratitude. The brief lived peacefulness of the moment was broken by the sound of animatronics shifting, several of them. Mike quickly went to work on checking on the possessed robots. The only one that hadn't moved yet was Foxy, the pirate still hidden by his starry lavender purple curtain, while Freddy was staring down the camera with white pinpricks and a blunt-toothed grin.

All the others that could be immediately active were not at their starting points. The night shift had begun.

Sealed away in the back Springtrap's form still sat against the wall, head slumped forward. The animatronic by all means seemed lifeless for the moment. Once twelve am came the rotting cadaver of a robot bunny gave a sporadic twitch. Eyes still closed Springtrap's head jerked to the side, twitched its way back to the other as the spirit inside quickly stirred awake. The suit's joints squealed in protest as the head snapped back. Unceremoniously the head slumped back down before slowly rising back up with a choked moan escaping its opening jaws.

The ethereal glow radiated from Springtrap's lifeless eyes as he opened them, his consciousness returning to find that he was still stuck in his personal hell. Springtrap hissed to himself in aggravation which turned into a snarl once a jolt of pain shot through his mind, a result of the jerking around he did while awaking. Another bolt of pain shot through his consciousness eliciting a sharp hiss from the hybrid animatronic. As the hiss died down Springtrap readied himself to begin more attempts to stand when he heard a familiar sound, his good ear stood up as he listened.

Rain was pounding on the roof, one after another drops hit the top of the building with an unceasing persistence. The sound triggered a memory that was already prominent in his head but was then shoved right into the forefront of his consciousness. It was quick but painful like a shard of glass shoving its way through his decayed mind. Its sensation, jolting as it was, seemed brief as he lost himself in the memory. By far it was no peaceful trance. The animatronic's eyes darted around randomly staring out at nothing, yet with an intensity that suggested otherwise. His form twitched without his notice, like Springtrap was trying to keep up with what his broken mind was replaying.

He was sitting on a bed, leg jittering out of pent up agitation. This motion caused the rest of his frame to bare a slight tremble as well, leading all the way up to the hand holding a cigarette in his mouth. He recalled that had been is second in a row, the smell of the smoke clinging tightly to the air. Yet none of the nicotine in the cigarettes seemed to really hinder his building hostility.

How dare he? How dare that bastard Jones fire him! He knew why, it was an attempt to get back at him. Spineless bastard. Fine, the pizzeria was shutting down soon. In fact, by the end of the week. He'd made quiet the scene; he knew he couldn't go after him, they had a deal anyway. No, he was going to make sure he couldn't scrape up any cash from this.

He had to finish things anyway.

The animatronics. He couldn't let Jones scrap them and sell the parts. They weren't his. Jones had no right to do what he pleased with them. Jones didn't build them, didn't create them. That…that had been Hayes, and Hayes was gone now.

And he sure as hell hadn't caused them to be what they were now. That had been him. He was the only one left that had any right to them. They were his to do with what he wished…

Rain poured down hard on him as he retrieved his fire axe from his trunk. With the use of a spare key he'd had made he entered the building. There was no worry about a guard being present. Jones hadn't bothered hiring another after the last one.

A grin carved its way onto his face as he looked down at an empty Freddy head. Right where he'd left it. He put the head on, not bothered by it in the least. It was time to put on one last show.

"Follow me." He'd said after catching Freddy's attention. The mask disguised his true appearance from the bear, making them think he was one of their own and his voice came out sounding exactly like Freddy's. The stupid child had no reason to think he wasn't one of them.

He withheld a throaty laugh as he stood in the safe room, Freddy head no longer worn. The child was still too afraid to enter the safe room. Oh well, worked in his favor.

SMASH! CRASH! SMASH! SMASH! SMASH!

Freddy lay on the ground, sparking, in separate pieces. Then he heard a sound, the smashing had lured in another. Quickly he ducked back into the back room and grabbed the head again. He paused, Spring Bonnie lay against the far wall. Nostalgia was quickly pushed aside.

SMASH! Bonnie's head flew off from the rest of it. He didn't stop there, anger guiding him. He kept going till the thing was in pieces like Freddy. He snarled swearing and kicked the bunny's head into a wall. Damn brats, always a nuisance. His anger ebbed and his grin returned, it had been fun though. Playing their game at night.

But it was time to end things.

SMASH! SMASH! SMASH! CRASH! Down went Chica, the animatronic's left arm and leg severed. Grin ever present he pinned the flailing bot down with his foot. The child was wailing, calling out. The child sounded scared.

"Still afraid of me? Good." SMASH! SMASH! SMASH! Chica was dismembered now, with a gaping hole in the center of the suit. He hard charging footsteps, he shook his head. The old pain in his ass Foxy was still pissed as ever.

Like the rest, he went down. He wailed on the fox with the rest of his aggression, "Failed again to save your sister! Pathetic! What piss poor brother you are!" He snickered, leering down at the dismembered fox, "Then again, it was your fault she died in the first place."

He was done here. Time to go.

Everything stopped. Freddy's song was playing behind him. How? Startled he turned around and there was Fredbear. How? It didn't make sense! Fear, he was afraid. He hadn't felt fear in so long. Fredbear shouldn't be here! The suit was disposed of a long time ago! How could it be…unless-The thing moved and he lashed out. The axe went right through and he stared, fear gripped him like a vice. He was shaking…

He wasn't in control anymore.

Fredbear laughed at him. He dropped the axe and backed away, shaking. He didn't like this. He didn't want this feeling! He was the monster not them!

Something grabbed at his throat. He gagged and struggled. He stared at a white masked with vengeful burning eyes glaring at him. The Puppet. Puppet was laughing, they were both laughing. Rain was dripping down from the ceiling, landing on his face.

He broke free from the frailer animatronic and fled. The safe room! They wouldn't go into the safe room!

Mask, the mask, he'd left it out with the broken animatronics. He needed something to hide who he was! Spring Bonnie! He hid himself inside his old suit, he was safe.

He forgot Puppet wasn't fooled by masks. He forgot how old and unmaintained Spring Bonnie was. He forgot how wet his clothing still was. He hadn't noticed the water dripping from the ceiling down onto the spring lock suit. He'd been too afraid. He'd messed up.

He froze as the Puppet entered the room with Fredbear, and six other ghostly figures of children. His victims. The Puppet scanned the room. It didn't notice him and they left.

He laughed, he got up and mocked them. He froze when he heard snapping. The spring locks had come undone.

Pain. All he felt was pain. The spring locks snapped and sliced into him. Cutting at his joints, sinking their way in. He trembled then cried out, begging for anyone to help him before-The animatronic parts shoved their way forward. Pressing against him, tearing into him. Pain, so much pain! He gagged, clawing as his throat. Blood welled up from it. Something tore its way into him and blood poured from his mouth. He cried in pain, uttering weak cries for help.

Then they came back. Seven ghosts of his victims and Puppet standing guard over them. Things were going black. He reached out, blood seeping from the suit joints. Puppet stared him down with a cold deep seated hatred.

He held his throat, animatronic parts tearing into it, blood was oozing forth. He fell down, gagging and choking. His victims left, the Puppet leading them out of the room. He gurgled in agony, too much blood clogging his throat to properly make a noise. A pressure pressure building in the back of his skull. Pain erupted, and then darkness.

Darkness and nothing. For so long nothing. At times he'd remember something, at times he'd feel a stirring. Brief disturbances but nothing more. Then they came, tearing down a wall. They hauled him out and he drifted back into sleep. Then a familiar voice…it'd been so long his consciousness was weak, but it came back.

The guard, he was fun to mess with. He didn't care what he was doing. No less he wanted to kill him, it was a game. Then…he set him up. Doused the place in gasoline and set it ablaze…

Springtrap jerked back to the present. The animatronic rasped more than usual, the memories felt like shards of glass scraping by each other. Bits of it were hazy, his memories jumbled together to recall the basic parts. His death though, oh he remembered it far too clearly. More clearly than when it had been happening perhaps.

Then, Springtrap got an idea. He looked at his suit's damage then pondered something. If the children could have done it. Then why not him? It was time to take a different approach to his escape. Springtrap braced himself, this was no doubt going take some struggling. His hands dug into the concrete ground as he pulled forward.

Eyes glaring Springtrap let out a loud shrill shriek that rang out.

Author's Note: Hey guys! Hope you enjoyed Springtrap's flash back! I've been wanting to get to it since I started this story. Just to be clear, I'll say again that this is AU not everything will match up with the canon, hence why how the killer's final night played out differently and Arthur's existence. Anyhow, get ready, Springtrap is getting out this chapter. More on that in the next part. Feel free to tell me how you think that'll go down. I'm curious. :)

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