Some Things Are Better Left Buried
By: Miss-DNL
Chapter 13: Night Five
"We've got some company coming." Mike said quickly, tone stiff and rough, as he readied himself as much as he could mentally.
"They're certainly active tonight…" Kyle commented cautiously while eying the dark vent sitting above their desk. She half expected Mangle to jump right out of the vent and maul them both. The thought didn't help herself, but she couldn't stop herself from thinking it.
"This isn't even them at their worst." The older guard stated as he switched to the vent cam. He visibly recoiled at the sight of the Mangle, seemingly grinning gleefully from the camera view. What caught him off guard was the fact the animatronic had a second head staring at him from its shoulder. He guessed that was the parrot without its suit pieces on.
Still doesn't really explain why it's called the Mangle…Mike thought to himself as he double tapped the vent cam. With a metallic thunk Mike could only guess the vent was blocked off as the camera view didn't show it. Hearing a warbled and almost jumbled noised from his right Mike glanced over his shoulder. Sure enough Chica had returned. Balloon Boy's laughter started up again and Mike scowled at the jeering noise.
"Shut the hell up and leave." Mike spat as he clicked the door light button. Hearing the sound of the other door shut Mike looked over to the left. Kyle had shut the door on Bonnie once again and was clicking second button. The hall light lingered briefly before vanishing, allowing the darkness to regroup. Crackling of static coming from the tablet redrew Mike's attention to the slim device. A series of echoed bangs trailing back into the distance informed him that Mangle had indeed left the vent.
Mike disengaged the vent seal and checked their power, eighty-four percent and it was one ten am. They were doing alright. He figured he should try and ease up on the cameras a bit to try and conserve before things got anymore hectic. Unfortunately, with the trio of Foxy, Freddy, and Puppet that was going to be a hard to do. Least winding the music box didn't drain power.
After a glance at the window Mike saw Chica was gone. Out of habit Mike almost automatically hit the door button. He stopped halfway, hesitating as he recalled Balloon Boy had been lurking outside. Behind him he heard the left door slide open with a thunk. He looked back to Kyle whom lifted her head, waiting for him to say something. Mike pointed to the door, "I'm gonna open this, just keep watch. Not letting my guard down, even if it is a pint-sized bot."
Kyle nodded soldierly and got up from her chair, pulling her black industrial flashlight from her pocket. She nodded forward, indicating for him to go ahead. "I got your back."
Mike grabbed his own flash light, which bore scuffs along the sides of the head, and readied to open the door. With a press of the red door button, Mike flicked on his flashlight on as the metal door rose up. Before stepping out, the veteran guard let the beam illuminate the hall that was just beyond the door. Nothing but tilted floor and a heavily decorated wall. Mike edged one leg out into the hall as he peered around the doorway and aimed the light down the hall.
"It's clear." Mike reported upon seeing a thankfully vacant hall. He arched a brow when he heard a disgruntled groan from Kyle.
"It's hardly past one." She muttered anxiously, on hand holding her forehead while her other hand held her cellphone. Hardly past one and the animatronics had already visited them more than they had on her first night. Kyle shook her head trying to wrap her mind around what a ridiculous and terrible situation she'd put herself in.
"Buckle down," Mike's voice was firm, a commander talking to his subordinate. "We'll make it through but I need you to focus."
"You're right, you're right." Kyle said partly to herself. She took a breath, straightened herself, and looked back out the window, resuming her sentinel duty. Partial peace resumed as the animatronics wandered their domain. At the moment it sounded like Chica was bumping around in the kitchen. Kyle let herself shudder as the cold brushed past her and left her with a chill. The same chill that held the pizzeria's very atmosphere. She worked her jaw and stared out the window, listening for anything moving in.
Inwardly, she couldn't be more glad that Mike was here with her. This was only her second shift at Freddy's, surviving a night like this on her own would be near impossible.
Inside the sealed up safe room lifeless, silver, glowing eyes twitched back and forth. Attentively he listened to the muffled, but all too familiar, sound of heavy metal doors slamming down onto the metal thresholds below. The pained form of Springtrap sat were he'd been stuck ever since the current owners decided to lock him away. Rasping false breaths wheezed in and out of his tattered rotting maw, like his spirit was trying to catch a breath it'd never have again. A growl tumbled out of his suit, he was alone currently. The other entity hadn't been around since he'd awoken tonight, but still he was trapped in this room.
With a distorted snarl Springtrap tried forcing himself to rise but the locked joints refused him again. He achieved nothing other than a few scraping noises of his exposed, metal half slightly shifting along the concrete ground. The joint locks continually defied him no matter how hard he willed his tomb to move. It was either because the joints had gotten instantaneously rusted together, all of them had somehow gotten stuck, or he simply couldn't overpower the locks in the suit.
Springtrap checked around the room again, still alone. He didn't know what the other entity would do, or could do, he just wanted to be sure. Springtrap looked down at one of his bare metal legs and focused on it. The top part of his metallic food responded as did the three digits; however, soon as he tried to get the knee to budge it barely twitched. A similar thing happened when he tried moving an arm, the hand and its individual digits responded but nothing else. He could move his feet, hands, and head, but nothing key to actually getting up and moving.
A frustrated shriek shot from Springtrap and he began twitching more than before. He jerked left, right, and up to no success. Mounting anger only seemed to make the pain his being endured more prominent, which in turn fed his anger even further. The rotting hybrid suit gave a graveled rasp, head pushing forward in another attempt to move. The feeling of the cables lodged in his mummified skull radiated constant pain, reprimanding the attempt. Springtrap hissed at the sensation but pressed forward causing it the pain to enflame further.
An angry hiss slid from his maw as something forcibly shoved him back down. In retaliation Springtrap automatically snapped at whatever had done so. A loud pop resulted when his jaws met nothing but air. A growl rumbling in his both of his jaws, Springtrap glared at the one that'd made him sit still.
Looming over him was a damaged yellow bear animatronic known to some as Golden Freddy, known to others as Fredbear. The sight of the being painfully brought up memories from moments from before his end and another, years older than that. The bear was damaged but not as badly as the bunny. Similarly, though it was missing an ear. Part of the metal rod it'd been connected to haphazardly jutted out with frayed red and blue wires.
Springtrap narrowed his glowing eyes leeringly, a scar like nick on one lid allowing some of the ethereal glow to shine through. The phantom before him had flinched at his bite, he'd seen it. A gravel filled chortle slipped through the gaps between his teeth.
The phantom bear gave no visible reaction to the rotting hybrid suit's mocking and instead turned its attention back towards the door. The ethereal dots of light that sat in otherwise empty sockets glanced back towards Springtrap. In a flicker of a moment the golden animatronic phantom was gone.
Springtrap narrowed his eyes towards the door, displeased with the fact he was unable to simply leave. Fredbear, Golden Freddy, whatever, didn't want him to get out of the room. Springtrap's head jerked to the side and body twitched before his head lurched forward, a pained groan wafted from his foul maw. His form was wracked with pain, but fueled by anger and desire to inflict his pain on the ones who'd woken him.
One way or another he was going to get free…
"There's that noise again." Kyle said mostly to herself. Once again the faint sound of something had rung in the distance.
"Sounded like an animatronic's cry…" Mike said to Kyle's surprise. He looked to the camera control pad, currently it was almost two am, and flipped through the back hall cameras. The sound seemed distant enough that it should've come from around there. The back hall was empty, the backstage was empty, but the parts and service's room currently held Bonnie. Mike scrutinized the scene shown by the camera, something didn't sit right with him.
Lips in a disbelieving frown Mike shook his head. "Something's not matching up."
"Aside from the killer robots?" Kyle commented dryly, hand dangling towards the currently open left doorway.
Mike rolled his eyes to the side, not appreciating the sarcasm. "No, the cry…sounded different…way too soft." The older guard shook his head, dismissing his own observation, "Ah, forget it. We'll worry about it later."
Even with her sarcastic remark prior Kyle did want to figure out what that noise was. It'd happen during both of her shifts, it obviously meant something. If Mike thought that it was an animatronic then it'd be in not only hers, but both of theirs' best interest to find out what it was. As Mike said though, another thing for later.
"Right. So where are they right now?" Kyle questioned as Mike flipped through the cameras. "And how's our power?"
"Bonnie is in the parts and services, Balloon Boy is in the main party room, Chica's by the bathrooms, and Mangle's over with Foxy in front of the cove." Mike listed off with a frown. The sight of the two foxes being with each other did not sit well with him, or his old wound. His weathered scar manifested an acute pain that made his expression stiffen. He clicked away from the camera and distracted himself by winding the music box.
"And the power?" Kyle asked again after a few moments passed with no answer.
"It's fine." Mike assured briskly as he put the control panel back down, his routine checks over with for the moment.
Kyle found it hard to respond, somehow she felt like she'd touched a nerve. As such she only managed a quiet, "Good to hear…"
Mike didn't say anything in turn, but Kyle hadn't expected him to. Silently the two went back to their jobs of monitoring and staying alert as time slipped slowly by. Staying constantly on edge was proving strenuous for Kyle. She was certain she'd be sore later, at least some degree. Despite the cold chill in the air and her lack of moving Kyle was sweating lightly as she stared out the window, practically waiting for Bonnie to jump out of the darkness.
A sudden blaringly loud screeching noise from the control tablet caused Kyle's heart to jump inside her chest with a start. The noise was akin to a static version of nails dragging up and down a chalkboard with seemingly no end. She clutched her ears, desperately trying to block the noise out. It was worse than the distorted radio signal that'd come out of Mangle! Cringing at the noise Kyle forced herself to look at the tablet, the act seeming to make it all the worse.
"What is wrong with it!" Kyle yelled, trying to be heard over the offending noise.
Mike didn't seem to hear her as he picked up the tablet. His face went pale. "No, no, not this!"
Now at his side Kyle looked at the tablet to see what in the world was going on. The screen was fading in and out of being dominated by static. Between the random transitions Kyle could see the camera was on Freddy. The bear almost looked hollow eyed between fade ins and outs. The static stayed longer with each return and lingered strongly over the camera map, making it impossible to switch point of views. Still Mike continued to try and switch, but each failure to change cameras only worried Kyle more.
"What's going-" Kyle cut off abruptly when an odd otherworldly noise rang from the device. The female guard let out a pained gasp as the noise seemed to invade her very mind. She didn't notice but Mike did the same as well and gripped his head with one hand. The noise seemed to echo around in her skull, the same two words over and over. The words were so distorted she couldn't make out what was being chanted. When it just began to fade out the tablet let out a bunch of strange almost malfunctioning sounds.
Laying her eyes on the result of the noise Kyle was left staring. Slowly she peeled her gaze away and looked to Mike for answers, "What…is going on?"
Words were appearing all over the screen. They disappeared and reappeared, seemingly at random, leaving brief moments to read what they said. The screen itself had gone black and the words appeared with a simple font of varying sizes. Each time the words danced around the screen it crackled with static causing the words to distort like they were having spasm attacks. What was said on the screen made the unease in Kyle worsen further into building panic.
"It's Me. Leave. Leave. LEAVE. It's Me. Go Now. Get out. Out. Get out. Leave NOW."
The screen calmed leaving nothing but a blank black screen. A dull ringing came from the tablet, but it lasted only a briefly. Two words appeared at the top left of the screen.
"It's me."
A presence appeared in the room along with the words. Kyle felt the hairs on the back of her neck raise up in alarm. The air seemed to have dropped ten degrees and everything went rigidly still in the cold. Kyle could hear whatever it was breathe, painful, choking rasps, and twitch with that jarring distorted noise. It had to be an animatronic, but Kyle couldn't figure out how the thing had gotten into the room so suddenly. They'd been vigilant, no animatronic had been close enough to just jump into the room out of nowhere! So what was in the room with them at this very moment?
Kyle slowly started to lift her head upward to get a look. Almost immediately a strong, calloused hand grabbed the back of her head and forced back down. She stiffened physically and internally when Mike hissed, "Keep your head down!"
Kyle obeyed and nodded mutely. The tension in the air became thick, pressing down on the guards as the presence stayed with them. Kyle's heart was racing in her chest, trying to urge her to get up and run. It took all of her self-restraint to keep herself in her chair, in the office with this unearthly thing. Mike was next to her; she didn't know when but the man had pulled his chair over to her. His hand was still on the back of her head, keeping her from looking at whatever it was that had him so frightened. Glancing at him she could see his neck was tight with fear.
Both guards pulled back into their chairs, stiffening further, when a heavy five-fingered hand fell atop the tablet. Kyle could see the shaking return to Mike, more noticeable than before. Still, he held fast teeth bared and clenched.
The hand was animatronic and had a golden yellow color. The segmented parts of the suit were worn and damaged, a few small holes here and there. The pointer finger's tip was nearly completely exposed as was the ring finger. Kyle could see wires poking out of one of the holes in the suit. The hand looked so solid yet it left no shadow.
Kyle's attention was quickly taken from the hand to the screen going absolutely crazy. One word from before was reappearing but much faster than it had prior. It was like the entity was trying to be more forceful, yet… almost frantic?
"LEAVE. LEAVE. LEAVE. LEAVE. LEAVE!"
A rush of footsteps overrode the sound of static and choked breaths. Kyle whipped her head to the side as she immediately recognized the sound of Foxy. Momentarily forgetting the presence of the unknown animatronic Kyle slammed her hand down on the door button. The caution line bordered door slammed down, and when it did Kyle realized she just might have antagonized the being. However, soon as that thought come so did she notice the lack of rasping breathes and heavy presence. Somewhat confused Kyle looked behind her and saw no yellow animatronic.
There was no relief when a loud, piecing, metal shriek stabbed its way through her ears. The scream was backed up with a series of loud bangs against the door. Kyle blinked the door light not once but three times, like using it more would get the hook-handed pirate fox to stop, and leave faster. The act did get the animatronic to stop assaulting the door but Kyle didn't hear any footsteps walking away.
Kyle stepped away from the door, as if worried that her presence near it would cause the fox to attack again. The sound of frantic, uncontrolled breathing behind her caused a different alarm to go off inside her mind. Kyle looked over to her work partner Mike was sweating, pale faced, breathing erratic, and by the look of his eyes, wasn't completely aware of where he was anymore.
He's having a panic attack! Kyle thought as she hurried over to older night guard. She'd never seen someone have a panic attack before, but she could only guess that Mike was having one. Standing beside the man Kyle had no idea what to do. She looked him over and failed to come up with a quick solution. Needing to do something she grabbed his shoulders, trying to get his attention.
"Mike, Mike everything's alright. Focus…come on, you can pull through this…You did it before." Kyle reasoned with a pleading reassurance. She bit down on her lip out of stress, and restrained panic, when her words didn't even seem to have been heard by Mike.
Author's Note: I didn't plan on this part being so long. I thought it'd equal out to 8 pages but its more 9 1/2. Pondered cutting it in half but I said three parts so here you go! Also felt the two scenes in this should be read back to back. This part had my top two favorite scenes in it, Mike and Kyle meeting be an easy third. That aside chapter fourteen is written out so the updates shall continue. Which as you notice chapter 14 continues Night Five.
Ah, Springtrap. You feel that? That's karma in the form of eternal pain. Ha, speaking of Mr. Murder Bunny...Night Six, is the night you guys have been waiting for.
As always, hope you enjoyed :)