Some Things Are Better Left Buried
By: Miss-DNL
Chapter 17: Night Six
Kyle ran as fast as her legs could carry her. Mangle rushed after her, constantly jumping from the walls, ceiling, and floor with no hitch in its speed. With the constant change in position Kyle failed to get the fox pinned under her flashlight. The night guard gasped in surprise when Mangle suddenly leapt at her. Soon false rounded teeth sunk into her upper arm, metal skeletal hands gripping tightly onto her.
The second head, Petey, aimed to latch its teeth on as well but Kyle managed to halt it with her flashlight. Unfortunately, that didn't faze the main head. Mangle released her arm but only to sink its teeth into the other arm. This time the action elicited a cry of pain from the night guard, as she felt hard teeth force their way through her skin and warm blood well forth.
Nearby a pair of animatronic feet met the ground before a rush of footsteps was heard. Kyle hadn't realized how close she was to Pirate Cove, nor had she recalled Mike mentioning the fox had been ready to charge. In a moment of quick thinking Kyle pulled back, struggling with the lighter animatronic. By the time Foxy reached them Mangle had been jerked into the way. A loud crash resulted and Mangle's jaw was torn away from Kyle's arm in the process. The guard bit down on her tongue, caging a yelp.
The guard pulled herself to her feet, having stumbled along with the animatronic when Foxy crashed into them. Foxy and Mangle were snarling and hissing at each other as the captain fought to unhook his weapon from the white fox's endoskeleton. Kyle hurried her way from the two, leaving them to their squabbling. Faintly the bickering reminded her that they were children.
With the foxes blocking the way back, Kyle knew she'd have to find a way to go through the main party room to get to the right hall. That was until she heard both of the metal security office doors slam shut. Kyle stood staring, at nothing in particular, upon hearing this. Her stupor was brief when the snarling and hissing of the foxes urged her to find somewhere to hide. With a tight grip on the wound, that wasn't on her flashlight wielding arm, Kyle hurried away from the animatronics. Kyle felt of flicker of relief when she saw none of the band mascots in the main party room. There was a small short shape at the entrance to the right hall but she ignored it and hurried into the back hall.
Back in the left hall there was a soft click of the supply closet door opening. Bonnie lightly nudged the door open, walked out, and shut it behind itself. The guitarist's head spastically twitched back and forth at an angle. Jaw hanging open, it stalled upon spotting the office doors closed. The bunny's left ear turned to the sound of its friends struggling down the hall ahead of it. Mangle and Foxy were in a variable ball of metal and false fur, both clearly furious.
Bonnie, false eyes filling its sockets, trudged down the hall to sort things out. Nothing would get done if they were busy fighting amongst themselves.
Kyle stopped a moment as she stood in the back hall. The walls were bare of any decoration in the back, didn't need to have any no child was supposed to be back here. This made the hall grimmer than the rest, no crudely drawn pictures to offer any reassurance or humanity to the situation. If at all possible the back hall felt colder, more hostile. Kyle's eyes darted around, trying to locate a place to hide and watch out for anything else lurking in the dark. They still had the unknown of the purple man, if there as anything to it.
What was in the back? The entrance to the backstage, no that wouldn't help her. The maintenance room, no Bonnie liked to go there. Although the bunny did seem to be patrolling the left hall, unless Mangle and Foxy tipped their friend off to her location. At the moment Kyle wasn't going to dismiss that thought. On the other hand, the repair room would have spare heads she could use to disguise herself.
The animatronics knew she wasn't in the office anymore. Kyle needed every option to deter them she could get her hands on. Get in, get a mask, put it on, and get out, that was the plan Kyle decided on.
With Bonnie having gone into the room prior to her, the door was already open. Carefully Kyle entered the room and winced as her wounds gave painful throbs. She looked down at her arms, it was hard to make out in the dark but she could see the puncture marks in her clothing. With the cold air the blood was drying quicker, making her clothing stick to her arms. Kyle pulled her gaze away and looked towards the shelves. For a moment she recoiled upon seeing rows of empty eyed heads staring back at her. Far too similar to the moving animatronics for Kyle's liking.
"Just get one and go…" She whispered to herself, gripping the flashlight tightly in her shaking hand. Carefully she moved toward the shelves, almost fearing one of the masks would jump at her like Chica's little minion had with Mike.
Mike, she wondered what'd happened to him. Had he shut the doors? No, Mike wouldn't do that. Not when he knew what the animatronics would do if they caught her, not after what he'd been through. If he had, then it had to have been for a good reason…Kyle's eye widened as a worrying thought came to her, oh no, is he having another panic attack? I have to try and get ahold of him soon as I can!
Hurried out of concern for her coworker, Kyle placed her flashlight onto the shelf and picked up a spare Chica mask. As she did so she felt pain jolt from each puncture wound in her arms. A swear on her breath Kyle accidentally dropped the mask, the hollow shell landing with an empty thud on the floor. Kyle grasped her left arm the one bristling with more pain. She'd never broken anything before but she was near certain her arm was at least fractured.
The danger still looming in the air Kyle pushed past the thought, knelt down, and picked up the mask again. This time being mindful of her wound she put the mask on as quickly as her arms would allow. Kyle took her flashlight back up and turned to head out of the room. She paused, realizing the light would draw the animatronic's in from a distance. With a flick she turned it off and headed back out into the hall.
Behind her, once she was far enough away, there was the faint sound of metal scrapping followed shortly by careful footsteps.
The manager's office was pitch black when Kyle first opened the door, forcing her to turn her flashlight back on. The night guard glanced back towards the entrance to the staff lounge. It didn't sound like the animatronics had caught onto her just yet, but she hadn't run into Mike either. This only made her more concerned for the man's wellbeing. Kyle cringed at her still aching, bleeding wounds, hopefully she hadn't left a trail behind herself.
Kyle made her way over to the manager's desk and leaned on it for a moment. The bites hurt unbelievably bad, she had no clue how she was going to explain this to Jessica. Kyle put that issue aside for the moment and put her flashlight on the desk. From her pocket she pulled out her cellphone, looking down at the device Kyle realized she'd be hard pressed to do anything with the mask on. The beak was blocking her view of the screen. Irate Kyle put her phone down next to her flashlight, needing both arms to take the mask off.
Smash! Kyle jumped at the sudden burst of noise, causing her to fumble the mask. She managed to catch it, but the jerky motion and heft of the mask caused a sharp stab of pain to spike in her arms. With a gasped cry Kyle dropped the Chica head. The night guard, over taken by pain, bent over griping her wounds. Kyle turned her head towards the sound, whatever it was she couldn't tell what'd happened.
The shadows were still dark in the corner of the room, but she was certain the noise had come from there. Carefully Kyle picked up her flashlight with a shaking, pain riddled arm. She was stunned to see her cellphone lying in the corner. Despite the fact it had inexplicably moved there was no mistaking that it was hers. From the desk she could see that the screen was smashed all the way through.
Kyle shined her light around the room, and even behind her, but saw nothing. There was nothing in the room with her. It was just her, the empty Chica head, and her now broken cellphone. Cautiously Kyle got up from the desk and ventured towards the phone. She didn't know what she could possibly find out but Kyle had to see it for herself. Upon standing over her busted phone she stared at it a moment then looked back to the desk, then back to her phone. Regardless of when and how, her cellphone was no doubt busted, the screen was broken so badly she could see the electronic parts inside.
A series of rushed footfalls came from behind her causing Kyle's blood to run cold. Now she knew something was in the room with her. What worried her was the fact it didn't sound like an animatronic. Kyle whirled around, waving her flashlight in attempt to catch sight of whoever it was. Nothing, just the desk and the Chica mask greeted her sight. The mask itself being a not so comforting.
Kyle swallowed, and slowly backed into the corner to try and keep herself protected. Kyle continued to scan the room with her flashlight, she noticed the air was bitterly cold. Uneasily she called out, hoping her fear was for nothing, "M-Mike…? Is that you?"
She got nothing in response. There was a sinking feeling in her gut and it was growing with each passing second. Kyle continued to stay diligent, hoping to just outlast whatever had her cornered. She couldn't see where it was, but the corner of the room felt like the safest spot. Mostly Kyle didn't want to risk moving. So far, whatever it had been hadn't made another move. She glanced down at her broken cellphone that laid busted on the floor. Unfortunately, with it busted she couldn't tell what time it was.
Suddenly Kyle froze up, behind her. It was behind her, she could feel it. The presence was a heavy pressure and worse than what she'd felt from Golden Freddy the night prior. Whatever this was, it wasn't a lost child. Kyle nearly gagged as a foul order of decay filled the air around her. The hairs on the back of her neck bristled as she heard a wheeze that trail out into a gravely chortle.
Kyle slowly dared to try and glance at the presence. When she did, Kyle was met with the sight of something metal getting swung down at her.
Inside the prize corner's supply closet, Mike's worn hands tightly gripped the tablet. The crack in the screen was only a vague nuisance compared to watching the power drop. They were at the mid-twenties and falling quickly. Mike inwardly cursed the fact that the security room didn't have a camera itself. He had no way of knowing if Kyle was safely inside the office from here, neither of the halls cameras had clear view of the office windows. Logically it had to be Kyle in the room, but Golden freaking out over this purple man left a good deal of doubt in him. He needed to see for himself, but leaving the store room was too risky.
To help himself be certain Mike began quickly flicking through the cameras. Kyle had run from the left hall so he started there. Nothing in the hall itself, or the supply closet. Upon selecting Pirate Cove, Mike was oddly greeted by the sight of Bonnie stranding by Mangle and Foxy. Before Mike could tell what was exactly going on the screen was stormed by a rush of hissing and popping static. Mike grinded his teeth together, he really didn't need this right now! He flipped through a few cameras and the static followed up until four camera switches later.
Once the static finally subsided the camera was on the pain party room, which Mike saw had become a hive for animatronics. Freddy was looking over at Foxy who was lurking at the opposite end of the tables. Mangle hung from the ceiling, attentions split between the two back hall entrances. It almost seemed the animatronic was waiting for something. Bonnie hung around behind Foxy, the purple bunny just visible at the end of the camera swing.
For the moment Mike didn't care where Chica; and her blasted minion, or Balloon Boy were, his goal was to find Kyle. He flipped to the maintenance room, nothing. Mike was about to change to another camera when he saw something shift on the screen. It was so small that it would normally been dismissed, but Mike had never seen anything actually move on screen during the night shift. Usually if something moved then it'd the camera view would be engulfed by a wave of static. Actual movement had been reserved for when he was looking at the animatronics with his own eyes.
Mike felt something inside him jolt when something, what was likely a part of sorts, was suddenly dragged off a work table. Before the guard could get a look at what had taken it away the screen cut to static, much to Mike's panic. It couldn't have been Kyle; she wouldn't trigger the static response. During his time alone Mike had looked into the supernatural a bit, in attempt to try and make sense of what happened and what plagued him. He'd learned that ghosts had the natural ability to interfere with electronics. It was called something specific but he was too panic ridden to recall what at the moment.
It also couldn't have been an animatronic either, he'd for sure have spotted it! Mike didn't dwell on it longer and changed to the back hall camera. Mike felt a moment of relief when he saw Kyle, wearing a Chica mask, carefully moving to the edge of the camera's viewing range. However, this revealed to him that she hadn't locked him out. Mike felt a pang of regret for believing the person that'd worried over him, even inviting him to spend a night at her home, would've leave him for dead.
Mike's worry was only amplified when something slipped by the cameras edge, whatever it'd been had been right up to the camera, and again he didn't even get to catch what it had been. The tablet let out hiss of static then a pop. Mike's blood ran frigid as he read "Camera Offline" on the screen. Without thinking he shot up to his feet, it didn't matter what it was. Kyle was in trouble!
A sudden pressure gripped his shoulders, stopping Mike right as he was about to bolt out of the closet. The guard's immediate reaction was to struggle with all his might against whatever held him captive. However, a tired middle aged man's prowess wasn't enough to break free. His mind began hurting, many tiny, hair pin-sized needles inserting themselves into the core of his consciousness. The source of the sensation was in front of him a death wail continually coming out with no consent from the source. Yet, despite having him perfectly caught the source did not kill him, but Mike in his panic did not notice this and continued to try and free himself.
"Let go!" He demanded in a growl, forgetting the fact he was hiding and should keep his voice down. The man thrashed but the unseen being did not yield. As he struggled the sensation in his mind grew stronger. The needles now sinking in further, his mind growing heavy and muddled. Mike still fought, "She-she's in danger! Damn it! Let go! Let go!"
He knows it's Golden Freddy before him, but all he cared about was saving Kyle. He couldn't let her die. He couldn't.
Golden still didn't release him. Mike thrashed and thrashed but the grip on his arms didn't budge. Attempts to pull away were just as futile. The phantom had a solid grip on him, and finally it appeared before him. He'd seen it manifesting, but had struggled regardless of the fact. Mike tried looking away, shutting his eyes, but the bear grabbed his face and forced him to make eye contact. Mike stalled when the white orbs didn't burn with an anger, but a great sadness. They almost seemed dulled, sympathetic even. It left Mike staring back.
He did so long enough for Golden Freddy to grab onto his throat, Mike gagged in surprise. The guard's eye began glazing over as a loud, painful, ringing filled his ears even though it came from within his mind. The ringing grew louder till it dominated over all sounds, his protests, the phantom's rasping, nothing but the ringing could be heard. Quickly, Mike's consciousness grew weak and he was barely hanging on.
"Why…? I... I have to…save…" Mike didn't get finish his words as he fell unconscious, his form going slack.
Hard cold metal struck Kyle on the side of her face, completely unprepared she went crashing onto the floor. Her fresh injury and bite wounds reverberating the impact with what felt like twice the pain. Kyle stared out at the sea of carpet with a pained, glazed over expression. Her mind tried to figure out what'd hit her, while survival instincts told her that it didn't matter what, and that she had to get away! Kyle got her mind into gear and regathered enough senses to move her hands, her body trembling at the effort.
Whatever had attacked her roughly grabbed her by the back of her uniform's black collar, she could feel digits digging through the fabric with a deathly coldness. Next thing Kyle knew she was shoved into the desk at her midsection. Kyle let out an excruciating gasp, most of the air being knocked right out of her. The entity grabbed her again and turned her over, what felt to be a hand pinned her down at her shoulder, making her look at it.
The expression of dazed pain on Kyle's face became one of shock and complete, open jawed, trembling. After getting struck by this entity her flashlight had been smacked out of her hands, and now lay on the floor pointed towards the desk. The low laying light illuminated the thing that was now attacking her.
It looked to be a man…or at least had once been a living person. His from was shredded, torn and exposed flesh littered his form, any skin shown was a rotten, decayed, purple. He seemed to be wearing a Fazbear security uniform, or at least a tattered version of it. The bloodied badge on his chest reinforced the fact. Kyle had found the purple man, and he was very much not alive.
Like the animatronics he looked down at her with empty eye sockets housing a gleaming dot of light. Unlike the animatronics though, his didn't gaze down at her with animosity. No, he looked at her like a new play thing and with an eager anticipation. The security cap he was wearing shadowed part of his visage but the torn lipped grin was still evident, as were the cables skewering his jaws.
The phantom held his other arm back, what looked to be a part of an animatronic poised to strike her again. Reflexively Kyle drew her arms to defend herself, unfortunately this didn't work in her favor as the blow struck her wounded arms. There was a sound thwack followed immediately by a pained scream that came from Kyle. She tried to hold back the next swing by grabbing the entity's arm but her hand grabbed onto nothing. As they went through its form she felt a rush of terrifying emotion that weren't her own.
She felt bloodlust and anger. But anger seemed to be taking a backseat to the sheer thrill this monstrosity was feeling.
He struck her again nailing her shoulder, sending a new wave of fresh pain through her. Kyle didn't give in, as much as her form wanted to, and managed grab onto the weapon. Her arm trembled under exertion, the phantom was stronger than its mangled appearance suggested. The purple man's gaze seemed to hold a brief flicker of surprise that quickly turned into minor annoyance, and nothing more.
Kyle, pinned against the desk, trying holding back the phantom but she knew she couldn't do it for long. She got an opening when the being ripped his arm back to free his weapon. Kyle willing released it and flung herself away as he struck it down. The metal animatronic part gave the edge of the desk a small dent, but little else. Kyle, chest heaving, hurriedly scrambled to her feet, terror driving her.
The purple man turned his head to her, eyeing his prey a moment, as she scrambled to gain distance. His head twitched with the sound of bone popping and flesh shifting as he followed behind her. A raspy amused noise escaped through empty gaps were teeth used to be. Arm reeled back he struck her again, a blow to the back of her head was enough to cause the woman to crumple onto the ground.
With blacks shoe the phantom rolled her over. She was still conscious, barely, but still there. He examined the part he was wielding, a part for an animatronic's leg, there was fresh blood splattering it now. The purple man leered down at her, time to finish this. Finish what the children could not for nights. Then again never send angry kids to do a killer's job. The purple man pinned her down with his foot, some form of pressure instead of weight keeping her down. As he reeled back his weapon the phantom could feel the rush again, the thrill of holding a life in his hand and it being his to crush.
The pain came back to his focus, but it only served to motivate him further. The phantom swung down again, and again, and again until there was noticeable crack. This got the killer to hold a moment's pause to examine his victim. The female guard lay there, lifeless, head beaten in and bloodied. A small pool of dark red spreading onto the carpet from the open head injury. The phantom exhaled, pleased by his completed task.
He shifted his head and this was enough to trigger another digging stab of pain. It stemmed from his neck and shot up right to the base of his skull, then darted right to the front of his mind. The killer gave a shrill hiss, his form twitching without him meaning to. With a growl he pushed forward, the phantom phasing right through the wall and out of the manager's office.
With the guard taken care of he'd get his chat with Puppet soon. In the meantime, he had a pizzeria to look over. The killer looked over his hand, the damage; exposed flesh and inner workings, not phasing him. His grin edged upwards at the ends as he clenched his hand, with this state of being his goal would be simple to achieve.
Author's Note: Finally! Phantom Purple Guy's reveal!
Yes, it's not actually Springtrap. Although, he is Springtrap just a different appearance. Don't worry, you guys will get legit Springtrap later. I was surprised by how people seemed to thing a worn down, rusted, animatronic would break out of a sealed room with his joints locked. To be fair I was teasing he'd escape, and he has technically. But the walls aren't made of cheap plywood and are very solid, and no vents. I could have done a phantom Springtrap, but it'd just look like Springtrap and this idea was more interesting to me. I'd like to mention this idea is the whole reason I started writing this, and originally he was slated to show up back in chapter five then I changed several things in the story such as adding Mike.
Still I hope you enjoyed the reveal of the main threat! If you'd like to see what Phantom Purple Guy looks like I have him drawn on my DeviantArt account! With his reveal there are no longer spoilers to be wary of. That and the story has changed that most anything else is non-canon to the story. ;)
Chapter 17 is over but night will continue next chapter!