Account 1-14 Case # 6392
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12 AM
Mike walked into his office, sat down in his chair, accidentally knocked over a trash bin he had only just noticed in his office, set it right side up, put down a lighter and a carton of cigarettes, and started up his security tablet. The humming sound was still drilling into his skull and the rotten smell of the purple goo still permeated the air, but he wasn't going to let either of those things distract him. He needed more information from that puppet, and he was going to get it no matter the cost. After taking a few deep breaths to calm his nerves, he heard the phone ring.
"Uh Hello! Hello! Uh… well good to see you came back for another night uhm… guess the night shift isn't too boring for you after all!"
Oh, he had no idea. Mike began to look at the cameras to see whether the animatronics would start moving. Sure enough, Bonnie was already off the stage.
"I don't really have much to talk about tonight. Right now I'm just taking some trips to Salt Lake City to sign some paperwork and recover some uhm… things needed for the reopening."
1 AM
Mike looked at the top of the tablet and noticed the clock had switched to 1 AM. Just like last night, time was moving faster.
"Alright, I'll try not to take up too much of your time. Keep an eye on the place and have a good night!"
He barely heard what Clay said. The animatronics were definitely more active than they were last night. Both Bonnie and Chica were off the stage. Fortunately, he was beginning to develop a strategy. He would try to locate the robots on the cameras, turn off the tablet and check the door lights. He didn't know what other surprises they had for him, but this seemed like his best chance for conserving his power and surviving the night.
Noticing they weren't near his office yet, he opted to taunt his robotic foes to calm his nerves.
"If any of you bastards think you can get into this office, you're dead fucking wrong! And even if you do, you'll regret it! I'm like a wild animal when I'm cornered! I'll punch you straight in the gabba! Swear on me mum! Swear on me mum everybody!"
For the remainder of that hour, he carried on checking his doors and the cameras. All he had to do was keep an eye on Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, and Fox… wait a minute, FOXY!
Realizing he hadn't seen Foxy anywhere, he switched his camera feed over to Pirate Cove, only to see it closed. Relieved, he made a mental note to check that camera every once in a while, he didn't want to get flanked after all.
2 AM
He looked at the tablet and saw that it was 2 AM and he still had 70% power left. He was doing good, but he had to remain on guard. One of those robots could pop up outside his office at any moment. As soon as he had that thought, he pressed the left door light and was startled by a giant purple rabbit looking in at him.
"Gaaahh! Fuck You!" he shouted, shutting the door in Bonnie's face.
Taking a deep breath, he checked the other door and turned the tablet on again. A thought occurred to him. How long could he keep the doors shut? Was Bonnie just going to stand there and drain his power? His breathing quickened as he realized Bonnie might just fuck him over. Fortunately, as he was checking through the cameras, he heard the loud footsteps of Bonnie walking away from the door. He set down the tablet and pressed the door light, seeing that Bonnie was gone.
"Thank god" he muttered, opening the door.
As the door opened, he was once again hit with the smell of that rotten purple goo. He took a minute to look at the globs spread out around the floor and on the wall. What the hell even was that stuff? And why did it smell so bad? It didn't look like anything rotten, and it probably wasn't mold or fungus. Why was there so much of it on Fredbear in last night's vision?
"Damnit! Focus Michael, focus!"
He needed to start looking at the cameras again, he could answer those questions later. He looked through the cameras, found Bonnie, but he couldn't find Chica anywhere.
"Jesus Christ! I lost the chicken!"
He flipped through all the cameras and couldn't find her anywhere. He noticed the sound of clanking and crashing metal in the hallway to his right. Out of fear he pressed the door light and closed the door, only to immediately reopen it again when he realized that would be a bad idea.
"What the hell is that thing even doing!"
He began to look through the cameras again before being interrupted by what sounded like a sea shanty.
"Ok now you guys are just fucking with me!"
Despite his best efforts, he couldn't find Chica anywhere.
3 AM
He covered his eyes with his hands and screamed. He got distracted for what felt like a moment and he suddenly lost track of everything! How the hell could he not find Chica on the cameras? She wasn't in the office, and the only other places that didn't have cameras were the entrance, loading bay, Safe Room… and the kitchen! He clicked on the kitchen cam and noticed the metal clanging sound from the hallway was coming from the room. She was in the kitchen. Breathing a sigh of relief, he got back to his normal pattern of checking the cameras and the door lights.
This 'hour' had been eerily calm. The humming and the clanging of pots and pans still rang though the halls, but the robots weren't doing anything. He continued his routine in the uncomfortable stillness of the room, waiting for something, anything to happen. Then, as he was checking the left door, he noticed the purple goo was, dissolving?
"Ok, that's different."
He watched as the purple globs converted into a light purple mist that floated into the air. After all the globs had converted into mist, the purple cloud slowly drifted down the hall and out of sight.
"What the shit?"
Had he hallucinated that? No, he already established he wasn't hallucinating any of this. But then, what? He put a cigarette in his mouth and lit it, if he kept getting distracted by things like that his ass was finished.
4 AM
His mind was shot, the stress of the night was starting to get to him. His ass got stuck in a time paradox, he was being hunted by bloodthirsty cartoon robotic animals, he was given visions of the past by a marionette puppet, he was being hunted by terrorists, and now he had just seen rotten smelling purple goo dissolving in front of his eyes and causally floating away! In the space of 8 days his life had turned from a depressing mess to a chaotic nightmare. How had he been so confident about this before? He had gone into this scenario thinking he was Jackie Chan, when in reality he was a 17-year-old idiot who would die and be forgotten because he chose to play with fire! He should have told someone about this, he should have done anything other than just walk into this, but now what could he even do anymore?
He pulled the cigarette out of his mouth, tucked his legs into his chest and began to cry. Why did he even consider getting involved in this? The only thing he had ever done was create problems, not solve them. His mother had to suffer his father's wrath because of him, his uncle was forced to raise him when he wasn't prepared to. Then there was Evan and Veronica. His unwarranted bullying to Evan had resulted in his death, and Veronica flushed thousands of dollars down the toilet just to see the sad wreck he had become. Veronica was lucky to have only been inconvenienced by him, but Evan died, and it was his fault.
He lay back in his chair and closed his eyes, it was settled, if these things were going to kill him then so be it! He couldn't solve anything! The best thing he could do was die and hope someone found him and tried to find out what was really going on. But before they could get to him, the rotten smell came back.
He started to gag and cough, and his eyes opened. He looked up and noticed the purple cloud hovering near the ceiling of his office. As he stared at the cloud, he heard a familiar voice muttering something from seemingly all around him.
"Wake up"
Evan.
"Is…? Are…? What…?" Mike stuttered, unable to think of what to say.
The purple cloud began to float towards the ground where it collected in the shape of a child. He looked down and despite how vague the features were, the hair, frame, and face looked similar to his dead brother.
"Are you here to get your revenge? I wouldn't blame you if you were."
'Evan' looked at him blankly and said two words.
"Left door"
Left door? Mike walked over to the left door and activated the light, only to see Bonnie standing there just like he had several 'hours' earlier. With a small yelp he closed the door on Bonnie and looked back to Evan.
"You… you saved me!" he stated, confused.
Why had he warned him about Bonnie? If this truly was Evan, why would he be trying to help him after everything he had done? 'Evan' sat there saying nothing as Mike heard Bonnie trudging back to the dining area.
"He's gone now." Evan said.
Taking the hint, Mike opened the door.
"Why did you help me there?"
"The Puppet says you need to be kept alive. I don't know if you've truly changed yet, but I trust her judgement."
'I don't know if you've truly changed'. He understood why Evan didn't trust him, but that still hurt.
"Is 'The Puppet' the reason all of this is happening?"
"No, she's trapped in here like the rest of us, she's been here the longest in fact. She wants to help us get out, but the others won't listen to her. I didn't listen to her for a while, but when I did, she taught me things, just like she's teaching you things."
"What kind of things did she teach you?"
"She taught me about my father, taught me about Kane, and the bad things they did here, she also taught me how you fit into all this. She can explain it better than I can."
5 AM
"So, you're trapped in here?"
"Unfortunately, yes"
Mike felt more tears well up in his eyes. The only thing keeping him sane since the incident was the idea that Evan had gone to a better place after his death. But he'd been trapped here, in this dingy restaurant for the past 2 years.
"Both doors" Evan spoke to him.
Mike closed both the doors.
"How can I get you out? How can I make all this end?" he asked his dead brother in desperation.
"You can't, not now. You must listen to the Puppet and help the others. I can't be helped right now."
Mike heard the robots move away from the doors. In a bid to preserve power, he opened them again.
"But you're right in front of me? If you can just lead me to what's anchoring you here I can get you out! Please! I want to help!" Mike said, getting increasingly desperate.
"This form is only a part of me, merely meant to send a message. The rest of me is trapped in a golden cage. If you want to help, listen to the Puppet."
"But I want to help you go free! To end the pain I started, please God, take me but don't let others suffer for my sins!"
"Its not just your sins that were suffering for, I'm sorry Mike."
Before he could say anything else, Evan puffed some purple dust at his face, causing him to stagger backwards from the rotten smell and the mild burning sensation he felt when it hit his face. He fell backwards and began to cough profusely as he tried to open his stinging eyes. Eventually he got them open and was met with the sight of a burning trash bin. He got up in a panic. How the hell did that happen? He looked down and noticed he had dropped the cigarette he was holding. That must have been how the fire started. He also noticed Evan's ghost had converted itself back into a mist and was funneling itself into the trash bin.
"No, no, no! I still don't know how to help you!"
He needed to put out that fire now! Disregarding the murderous animatronics, he ran out into the hallway and moved towards the janitor's closet. He turned the nob and slammed into the door looking for a fire extinguisher. Fortunately, he found one to his right; Unfortunately, he wasn't alone. In the middle of this closet was Bonnie, staring back at him with unnaturally black eyes. The robotic rabbit lunged at him. Thinking on his feet, he quickly pulled the fire extinguisher from its wall mount and bashed Bonnie in the chest with it. Bonnie was forced back, and a loud noise began blaring from his chest. It sounded like the humming sound he had been hearing for the past couple of nights, only louder. He closed the door on the rabbit and ran with the fire extinguisher back to his office.
In a blind rush he pulled the pin off the extinguisher and hosed down the fire until nothing was left but burnt paper and singed metal. After the fire had been dealt with, he looked around the room, praying that he would see any remnants of the purple smoke that was a portion of his brother's spirit. But there was nothing. Having lost his brother yet again, all he could do was scream.
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!"
6 AM
He lay on the ground in a pool of his own tears. Evan was trapped here; he had been trapped here for years and he had no idea how to help him. He had no idea if he should even try to help, he never tried to do anything helpful his entire life, what would he even be able to do?
He turned his head to the side and noticed the thin legs of the Puppet. He thought back to what Evan said. 'She's trapped in here like the rest of us, she's been here the longest in fact.' 'She can explain it better than I can.' He rolled over onto his back and looked up at the Puppet. It, no 'she' looked down at him. Her face was expressionless, but he somehow detected pity in her gaze. He realized what Evan did by appearing to him, he was giving him a reason to keep going. He was responsible for trapping him here, and if the Puppet could help Evan and anyone else trapped here get out, he needed to do everything in his power to help them, save them.
"I heard you were the first one to get trapped here." Mike told her.
The Puppet responded by nodding her head.
"I think we both what needs to happen now."
He extended his hand towards her.
"Show me more, I know our time is limited, but any more information you can give me would be helpful. Right now, I don't know what to do, and I can't figure out what I need to do unless you show me what happened, please."
The Puppet slowly hovered over him and took his hand in her own. He felt his breathing slow as her other arm draped over his eyes, and he fell into unconsciousness.