Some Things Are Better Left Buried

By: Miss-DNL

Chapter 18: One Sided Conversation

The music box played its song, with no guard to force it to rewind the merry little jingle working its way steadily to completion. Finally, the final notes played after the song "Pop Goes the Weasel" was played several times over. After the last note, there was a grave silence that hung in the air. The prize corner went unnaturally quiet with the lack of music to fill the void of silence. Soon the spirit that had been held captive inside the box quickly stirred awake. The lid of the purple and blue box lifted up, a pair of three black fingered hands gripped the edge of the box.

Bright white orbs looked up from the crack and towards the camera that monitored him. He saw no red light to indicated he was being watched. This noted Puppet rose up, the lid silently falling back. With silent movement the gift giver stepped out of his box and slipped out of the prize corner. Seemingly gliding the marionette animatronic moved to the window of the security office. There was a flicker of surprise in Puppet's eyes when there was no guard present inside, yet both of the doors were shut and the light still on.

Bewildered by this Puppet let out a quick cry to see if his friends could explain the phenomenon. Puppet continued to scrutinize the office as animatronic footsteps clunked towards him from down the hall. He noted the security tablet was not present and that the chair was toppled over. His friends had to have had something to do with this, regardless he needed to be updated on the situation.

A warbled noise caused Puppet to turn his attention away from the security office. Chica was the possessed animatronic that had answered his call. In her left hand was her metal platter and on it was her minion Carl. Both of them looked at their leader, waiting for the reason of his call. Puppet merely gestured to the office and they understood what he wanted. Chica made some gestures with a few distorted inhuman noises.

Puppet of course understood perfectly, Mangle had chased the guards out but now, for some odd reason, his friends couldn't locate them. Puppet pondered the situation but still found something very odd. He motioned to the doors with a questioningly soft hiss. Chica exchanged a glance with her minion but had no answer.

Chica watched as Puppet began moving down the hall and into the main party room. The chicken followed a few steps behind him with clunking steps. Puppet looked around the room as saw a few of them were missing. A shrill cry later and all the animatronics were gathered, aside from Golden Freddy. Puppet felt a pang of sadness, but more so relief that at least one of them had been allowed to rest.

Foxy, of course, was the one most aggravated with the lack of the guards not being located. The pirate fox snarled and snapped to showcase his displeasure. Puppet was unfazed by his display, but took it as a note that he had no new information to give. After a quick ask Puppet found that none of his friends had a clue where the guards where or how the doors had been shut at the same time.

Puppet stood quietly, mulling this strange development over some more. His deliberation took too long for Foxy and the vulpine snapped and snarled some more, stepping forward to further emphasize his disapproval. The action got a loud reprimanding screech from Freddy, whose glare was enough to get the pirate to move back. Bonnie gave something akin to a half stifled giggle which earned an irate snap from Foxy. The guitarist simply stepped back a bit and gave no response in return.

While there was still a large unknown in the situation Puppet felt Foxy did have a point, despite being rash about it. Puppet instructed the others to recommence searching for their prey and to be thorough about it. His friends quickly spread out around the pizzeria, Carl hopping down from its plate to search on its own.

Puppet stood at the entrance to the right hall a while longer, still puzzled. The doors had somehow been shut at the same time after the guards had been chased out. The tablet was gone so the guards had to have it, yet they'd allowed him to escape. None of his friends knew anything either.

With an irate hiss Puppet joined the others in the hunt for the guards. He needed to focus on finding the guards and killing them, details could be figured out later. The gift giver made his way to the back hall as none of his friends had come that way yet. Puppet found himself glaring at where the safe room door would be in the space of the empty wall. After a moment of silent anger Puppet tore his gaze away and glanced from the staff lounge door to the repair room. The guards surely knew Bonnie was likely to check the where the spare parts were, as such Puppet turned to head to the staff lounge.

"Hey friend, over here."

The marionette animatronic stalled and looked over his shoulder. Had that been Bonnie's voice? Puppet turned around, head tilted slightly in confusion. Yes, he was certain that had been Bonnie's animatronic voice coming from the maintenance room.

"Over here, this way friend." The disembodied Bonnie voice insisted.

Suspicion instructed Puppet to stay where he was. He eyed the open doorway to the room. Clearly something was going on, but that had already been shown that. So, if he wanted an explanation following this voice may lead him to it. Carefully he took a step forward and the voice somehow noticed this.

"Yes, this way, come inside."

Puppet did as he was instructed and entered the room, looking around it seemed like nothing was present aside from empty animatronic heads. Puppet turned around when the door was shut behind him. The animatronic stepped back, he'd already suspected another phantom's involvement but this confirmed it.

"Turn around." The Bonnie voice instructed, sounding merrily amused. The tone sparked agitation in Puppet but he continued to go along with the charade. Upon turning around, he was met with a grin made of both tooth and metal, and a voice he'd hope to never hear again, "Hey "friend", it's me!"

Puppet pulled back instantly with a both startled and furious hiss. The phantom was mangled and shredded but there was no mistaking the fact he was the Purple Guy, the killer of his friends. His reaction brought more amusement to the twisted figure's face which in turn brought more anger to Puppet.

"Been a-hhh while." The killer's words were sporadically interrupted by pained rasps, something that pleased Puppet slightly. At least the monster of a man was now suffering as they were. The phantom's grin turned knowing, "About-hhh a year, right?"

Puppet was slightly surprised the adult was aware of the time difference. Quickly though he decided not to question it and gave a displeased curt nod.

Oddly phantom Purple Guy seemed displeased by the confirmation and frowned. He gave a bitter, mock laugh, "Ain't th-hhh-at fan fucking ta-hhh-stic?"

Not amused nor caring for the murderer's aggravation Puppet caught his attention with a sharp hiss. Phantom Purple Guy stalled a moment, seeming to understand. The gift giver pointed back towards the office then back to him. The adult phantom grinned and nodded, "Yeah, heh-hhh, that was me."

Puppet glared at the man and made a noise more similar to a wispy snarl.

Phantom Purple Guy tilted his head, his torn lips formed a crooked grin, he gestured towards himself; hands at the ends of a gaping hole at the center of his chest. "W-hhh-at? Y-hhh-ou th-think I'm after your hhh friends still?"

The phantom murderer's form twitched and jittered, whether that was more due to his tormented state or amusement Puppet couldn't tell. In silence the animatronic glowered as the phantom gave a smooth sigh. In seemingly a flicker of movement the murderer's ghost was right in front of Puppet, decayed hand grabbing the back of his head.

"Talk about beating a dead hhh-orse kid." The killer sneered cruelly. With no other choice Puppet looked into the murderer's skull-like face. There was a demented, deranged gleam in the glowing orbs that served as his eyes. Yet, Puppet felt his gaze looked just as dead as when he'd been alive. With an angry hiss Puppet tried pulling away, but the phantom had a strong grip on his head and held him in place.

"I've killed your friends twi-hhh-ce over. Th-hhh-ere's no more hhh fun left." Puppet's eyes burned with utter hatred and it was met with the man's crooked grin. The phantom's deep chuckles were heard as Puppet tried lunging at him, anger overriding what judgment he had. Amusement faded away to a dark look brewing in the phantom's eyes. In a snap the Purple Guy slammed Puppet's head into the repair table, a sound crack resulting from the impact.

The killer leaned in next to the side of the gift giver's head, subtle sounds of bone popping occurred as he did so, "What the hhh-ell was that going to compli-shhh? In hhh case you forgot. I'm already dead."

Puppet snarled defiantly as the murderer lifted him up. The killer straightened himself, cracking of what was assumed to be the killer's spine sounded. With a sneering grin, he observed the crack now adorning Puppet's mask. A seething hiss came from the animatronic's leader while the man traced the crack, tsking, "A-hhh, well-hhh now, can't h-ave that. How's about I rep-hhh-air you," a condescending laugh, "for old time's sake?"

A demanding hiss came from Puppet, he swiped angrily at the killer's hand as it reached to pull off the mask. The killer tauntingly held his hand in the air before unceremoniously tossing the possessed animatronic aside. Puppet managed to catch himself before he tumbled into the wall. Furious to the tenth degree the animatronic wiped around, eyes practically blazing. The child unable to even touch him the killer simply grinned in return.

Thumbs hooked on his belt loops the phantom continued, "Al-hhh-right, I'll cut the shit. Y-hhh-ou and I both hhh want same th-ing." The murderer's tone turned serious, "To go back to sleep." Disdainfully he gestured around them, "But we hhh-can't with this place running."

He held a hand up stopping any hissed remarks, "Now. Ain't talk-hhh-ing about working toget-hhh-er." The phantom scowled in a manner of vicious hate at the child possessed animatronic, "We both still hhh-ate one another after all…"

Puppet crossed his arms laxly, finally agreeing with something.

Purple Guy gave brief chuckle of amusement to this before continuing, "Good, we hhh-ave an un-derstanding. Now, I hhh-figure you get that hhh I killed the guard."

Puppet noted that the murderer thought that there was only one guard. It was understandable, during his time alive there'd only ever been one night guard at a time. Regardless of their shared goal Puppet wasn't inclined to let him know of the second guard, on grounds of contempt. He gave a blunt hiss in response.

"Good, now, just k-keep your hhh friends out-hhh my way and we both get what we want." The killer bartered with his crooked tooth and metal grin. Puppet gave no response, merely continuing to glare. Purple Guy went on, threat both evident in his tone and expression, "Or, I "dismantle" them."

As to be expected Puppet took exception to this and gave a cry of hostility.

"Just a fair warning hhh-heh-heh." The phantom sneered before abruptly vanishing from the room.

Puppet continued to glare poison tipped daggers towards the murderer's direction for a good moment. Once he felt the phantom was gone for sure the marionette animatronic traced the crack on his mask. He gave a displeased hiss and went over to the metal shelves and picked up a spare. While Puppet didn't know how to repair his body's inner workings, despite him being the simplest, he did know how to swap masks.

One mask change later Puppet opened the door to the repair room and left. He stalked back into the main party room, his friends still diligently searching. With a moment's thought Puppet kept his meeting with their killer to himself. They were upset enough as is and there was nothing they could do about his presence.

In the safe room, the phantom murderer looked at his animatronic tomb, a withered and rotted wretched thing. So long as it was unable to move it was utterly useless, the fact it was sealed away aside. Purple Guy cracked his knuckles, he could fix that though. He knelt down before the suit and began setting to work on unlocking the joints. With his ethereal form he had no worries about injuries, making it easier to get it done by hand.

The effort seemed fruitless, but, should a need arise he'd rather his suit be ready.

Author's Note: Short chapter, but I felt this wouldn't have fit in with the rest of Night Six. Might be a bit odd to include phantom Purple's rasping in his speech but I felt it helped emphasize his current state. My friend looked it over and thought so without me telling her why I did so, but tell me what you guys think.

Also, this story is tied with my most famous work "Ba-Ku-Ra!" (which is a collaboration with my aforementioned friend) in terms of reviews! Seriously guys, thank you so very much!

Hope you enjoyed the chapter! The next one will no doubt be longer.