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Chapter 52
And Action
"Alrighty, everyone!" Freddy stood on the stage yet again, hands clasped behind his back. Everyone was gathered beneath him, waiting for orders. This had become somewhat of a routine, their meetings. Freddy didn't mind, of course. Being in charge was a preference of his.
"Today is a big day, because this is the official opening of Fazbear's Fright! Now, us ghosts don't have to do much besides stay out of the way, because nobody will be able to see us, but I thought it'd be cool if we pitched in a bit. Y'know, knock things over and such."
From the audience, Mari raised her hand, and Freddy pointed to her. "Yes, Mari?"
"That's not completely true. There are ways for us to be seen and heard as ghosts. I'm not super experienced in it, but I think if we concentrate hard enough on it, we can make ourselves visible or heard. It's helpful if we want to scare them." Mari explained. Freddy paused.
"Huh. Really? How?"
Mari frowned. "Well we'd need a human to test it on, one who can't normally see ghosts. But yeah, I think it works pretty well. I've tried it out on some people to freak them out. You just have to concentrate really hard, or really really want to."
Freddy nodded.
"Well, in that case, the ghosts may do as they please as long as you try not to reveal yourselves too much. Maybe whispering creepy things, or appearing for a second behind a wall, stuff like that." Freddy instructed. Then he turned to Springtrap.
"Springtrap, you may also do as you wish without revealing too much, but know that you can't make yourself invisible like we can, okay?"
Springtrap grinned widely, a malicious glint in his eyes. "Sure thing. I can't wait to traumatize those idiot teenagers, see the fear and terror in their eyes…this'll be fun."
Chica blinked. "Okay then."
Freddy sighed. "Again, Springtrap, please don't harm them physically. We can't do that, but we are aware you can. Another lawsuit is not the best thing for this business."
Springtrap rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Always gotta take the fun out of it."
Cassidy shot him a glare. "It's not fun to hurt people, you soulless moldy rat."
Cassidy, although she'd apologized to the ghosts for her outburst, still wouldn't apologize to Springtrap, and was still salty about it. Which Freddy and the other older ghosts agreed couldn't really be helped. Once Cass set her mind to something, she wouldn't budge unless it was for a good reason.
"Killjoy, the brat and Freddy both." Springtrap grumbled, crossing his arms and slumping down further in his bean-bag. Cassidy shot him a murderous look, but didn't act on it, luckily.
From across the room, Foxy and Mangle were examining an ornate and fragile abstract vase. One wrong poke from the redhead and the vase went tumbling to the floor with a smash, jeweled pieces scattering. The two of them assumed different positions, whistling innocently.
Freddy sighed. If he could describe their house in one word, he'd definitely use Chaos.
"Okay, the customers will arrive soon. For this first day, there'll be two groups of three, going at 12:30 PM and 1:00, as well as one guy going alone at 2:00. Think we can handle that?" Freddy asked.
Everyone nodded.
"Yes!"
They all got up from their seats and began to get ready for the literally haunted, house tour.
-lll-
"Three, please."
Her big sister Talia flipped her shiny brown hair over her shoulder, grabbing the tickets the man handed to her and passing them to an ecstatic Violet and her eleven-year-old sibling Leon, who was busy getting the high score on their Mario Cart game. They were honestly a little too obsessed with the game.
Violet grinned and tucked a lock of newly dyed blue hair behind her ear. This was so exciting! Her and her siblings (well, adopted siblings) went on a long bus ride to Hurricane, Utah, for the sole purpose of going to the coolest new attraction, Fazbear's Fright. It was all the kids at her school in New Harmony were talking about. And Violet and her siblings were going to be the first ones to try it out!
Fritz would have loved this...she thought, but pushed it away. Fritz was gone now, and she needed to stop dredging up the past. Still, the thirteen-year-old couldn't help but remember her kind, playful foster brother who always had time to hang out with her, no matter what.
"Okay, you two wimps fine with this? Not gonna piss yourselves at the big scary bun-bun?" Talia asked as she adjusted a golden bangle bracelet, not really caring either way. Violet loved Talia, of course, but sometimes her older sister could be a lot to deal with.
Violet rolled her eyes. "I'm fine with it. Don't know about Leon over there. I think he's on another planet."
Talia snapped her tanned, blue-nailed fingers in front of Leon's pasty freckled face. "Hey. Lee. Snap out of it."
A couple more clicks, and the run was done. Leon threw his hands up in the air and cheered.
"I got my new high score!" They yelled. People behind them stared in confusion. Talia rolled her teal-blue eyes and dragged him through the double doors.
"You embarrass me," She hissed through clenched white teeth. "I'm leaving you two in here, you guys do whatever."
She stalked over to a left hallway, going down until she was completely out of sight. Leon, noticing a ratty old couch in the corner, plopped down and continued playing his game. Violet sighed. Leave it to Leon to only play games on their device when there was so much wonder in front of them!
Violet, wanting to stay away from her older sister, chose the right hallway. Green lights set an interesting ambiance, different or separate from the usual haunted house cliches of red or orange. Violet liked it. There were relics from the past pizzeria there, animatronic shells or posters. She remembered that place. The greasy, gooey cheese pizza, the clanky animatronics, the joyful screeches of little children.
Violet had been there once, and never again.
She took a tentative step forward, and all of a sudden, a Chica board popped up with a cheap jumpscare 'Boo!' playing. Violet yelped and jumped back, then giggled. There was something so fun about being scared witless in a controlled environment, knowing that you won't actually be hurt.
Violet reached the end of the hallway, but then felt icy cold fingers on her back, tapping her shoulder. She shivered and whipped around, expecting some twenty-something dude in a bear onesie.
Instead, she was met with one of the most terrifying creatures she'd seen in her life.
It was a mascot costume, one that looked as if it had once been a brighter colour, but had changed to a moldy green colour with age. There were rips and tatters in the suit, revealing not only tarnished metal and snapped wires, but also what looked like rotting flesh and ripped cloth. The eyes watched her, holding her gaze steadily, with an emotion she couldn't place. Despite knowing that it was just some sweaty teenager in a fursuit, Violet had to admit that the quality of it was amazing, it deeply unsettled her.
"Hello there, young girl. Come here for some scares?" The voice was deep, British, and gravelly, but held a smoothness to it, as if he was reading from a play. Okay, so probably not a teenager. Still, it was just some guy.
"Yeah." Violet glanced at the rabbit. He smirked and dove forward, a flash of light reflecting off a blade.
"Then it's a scare you're going to get!" He hissed, holding the knife to her throat. Violet gasped, trying to inhale tiny breaths to prevent from pressing into the razor-sharp blade. If this was all an act, this was certainly a freaky one.
The rabbit laughed wickedly, seeming to drink in her fear like a sweet milkshake. He raised the knife and looked like he was about to bring it down onto her neck when…
"What? No!" The rabbit spun around in annoyance, seemingly talking to air.
"Oh, shut up, Cassie. I wasn't actually going to do it! I just wanted to scare her a little, y'know, terror and fear and all that entertaining rubbish." He yelled. Violet blinked. Was this part of the show? Who was Cassie supposed to be, some kind of ghost?
The rabbit grumbled and threw the knife onto some red-splattered pillows. "Fine. Bloody rat-faced little witch...Hey!" A stuffed fox was flung from seemingly nowhere and bounced off his face with a squeak. The man growled and using only his paws, tore the head off it, stuffing flying everywhere.
"Now leave! I'm trying to excel at my acting debut here!" He shouted. Violet stared at him.
The man turned around and waved her off. "Go away before I change my mind." He said in a gruff tone of voice. Violet nodded and opened the rusty metal door to the next room. What a weird fellow. It seemed he went off-script there. And that knife...even though she knew he wouldn't actually hurt her, it seemed a bit much.
This next room was pretty much the same, only instead of green lights, this one had orange lighting. It was a nice change, Violet liked orange. It was her favourite colour.
She frowned. Even though this would be the perfect room for it, there were no cheap jumpscares, no creepy sounds. Just an odd silence. Until she heard a humming sound.
"Hm, hm, hm, hm hm hmm-hm-hm-hmmm." The voice was male, and Violet sort of recognized it. Maybe he was one of Talia's many ex-boyfriends?
The person rounded the corner and stopped when he saw her. The person was a boy, about seventeen, with unruly shoulder-length curly red hair, reddish skin that looked like makeup, and one yellow eye, the other hidden beneath an eye-patch. He was wearing a long purple coat, a striped shirt, and ripped brown shorts. He had a long fluffy fox tail and two pointy red ears like a fox. He wasn't wearing any jewelry except for a necklace that had an orange knitted heart on it-
Wait.
No.
It couldn't be, he was dead. Gone for over nine years. It was impossible. This couldn't be him.
"Excuse me?" She asked him as politely as she could, though her voice was shaking. "Are you-"
"You can see me?" The guy asked in shock. "But- but I'm not visible. At least, I don't think I am. Did that lassie lie?" He ran a hand through his red locks and looked around the room in a slight panic.
Violet paused. What was he on about? She shook her head. She needed to ask him this. It was a dumb question, an impossible one, but if it was true...
"Are you, by any chance, Fritz Smith? Stupid question, I know, but you just-"
"Violet?!"
He took a step forward, taking in her looks. He shook his head, disappointment clouding his gaze. "No way. Yer hair is blue, Sally Anne never let anyone dye their hair. Unless...were ye adopted?" Hope returned to his eyes.
Two children sat on a park bench, chatting about nothing and everything. The other kids played on the swings, laughing and joking in the warm sunshine. It was a beautiful day to be little girl pointed excitedly to a short dark woman.
"Lookit! Look at her hair! It looks like a mermaid, or the sky!" The little girl gasped. The boy glanced over and gasped as well.
"Woah! It's so cool! I want dyed hair. I'd dye it purple." The boy said wistfully. The little girl nodded. "I'm gonna dye my hair blue. I'll do it tomorrow."
The boy smiled and shook his head. "Remember what Sally Anne said? No dying our hair."
The girl pouted, crossing her arms. She kicked a dandelion absent-mindedly. How unfair. Grown-ups always had to ruin all the fun. Then she brightened up.
"I'll just wait until I'm all growned up. Then I'll do it! I'll look like a mermaid pea-cess." She smiled a front-teeth-missing smile, proud of herself.
The boy laughed and hoisted the small girl onto his lap, who giggled and clapped her hands. "You do that, Vi. I bet you'll be the coolest lady around."
Violet nodded, tears springing to her eyes. It was! This was, without a doubt, Fritz. She remembered spending hours at craft time with Sally Anne, their foster mother, knitting the little orange heart onto a string for her big brother. And when she gave it to him, he was delighted, and promised to wear it forever and ever.
She ran forward, arms outstretched to give her big brother a hug for the first time in nine years. But when she reached him, she closed her arms on empty air. Violet frowned. What…?
Fritz waved his arm in an it's nothing type of motion.
"Ah, yeah. I'm kind of...dead. Davy Jones' locker, and all that. I, uh, walked the plank, so to speak. Been in the murky depths for quite a while now."
A silver tear rolled down her face. "What? No you're not. You're standing right here!" Violet snapped. Was he being serious right now? She stuck her arm out...and it went right through him, as if he was a hologram.
"Vi." Fritz said gently. "I'm a ghost."
Violet shook her head vehemently. "Ghosts don't exist, you dummy." He doesn't, shouldn't exist.
"Yeah, well, that's what I thought. That was before I died." Fritz muttered wryly.
One thing Violet had always noticed about Fritz was that he was the worst liar in the history of ever. He'd sweat, his face would turn red, and he'd stutter incoherently. Plus, his lies never made any sense. Like when she'd caught him eating her and their foster siblings Mei, Ryuji, and Pele's chocolate. He'd made up some story about aliens from Mars landing down and taking it, which was silly. Everyone knows aliens hate chocolate.
So Violet could tell that against all logic, rules, or reasoning, Fritz was telling the truth.
Violet sniffled. "So...you're actually dead. I mean, I figured as much, but just...gosh, this is all so surreal."
Fritz nodded. "Yeah, it's kind of a shock seeing you here. Even more of a shock knowing you could see me." A thought struck him and panic clouded his gaze.
"Wait, yer not...dead or anything, right? How can you see me? Did William inject you with that hair-dye malarkey?!"
"Who's William? And no, I'm not dead. Duh. And I got my hair done at a salon. I didn't even know it was possible to do it with a needle…" How weird. Who would even do that? It's not that hard to get your hair dyed the regular way, especially if you had blonde hair like Violet did.
Fritz sighed. "Ah, never mind. I won't question it for now. It's so nice to see you again, Vi. I...I really missed you."
Violet smiled through her tears. "I missed you too."
All of a sudden, a small shape barrelled into Violet, peppy pixel noises protruding from the Ninetendo.
"Talia says you need to get your butt outside, or else she'll take all your secret candy you hide in the closet in between the Nancy Draw novels and the Monopoly set." Leon mumbled.
Violet sighed. She'd really thought she hid it well this time! She turned to Fritz.
"I've gotta go now...it was really lovely seeing you here again." Violet told him. Fritz beamed. "It was great seeing ye here too."
Violet followed Leon outside and met a steaming Talia in their car, driving away into the setting sun.
-lll-
"So, a successful run for everyone? No major sightings? Everything good?" Freddy asked the gang that night. Foxy frowned.
"Well, I actually saw my...little sister. Violet. I don't even know how she saw me! I wasn't trying or anything!"
Mari nodded.
"Family or close friendships. I've seen it before. Family or close friends can see each other even when they're dead. I guess it's something nice wired into all the crappy things that come with being a ghost."
Foxy mulled over this for a moment. "Huh."
"I scared the pants off this one guy! Not literally." Bonnie had a devilish smile on his face. Mangle, Foxy, and Chica high-fived him, and he beamed proudly.
Freddy searched the crowd. Bonnie, Chica, Foxy, Mangle, Mari, Cassidy...someone was missing. Mal and Joey were in bed, but where was Springtrap?
"Do any of you know where Springtrap is?" Freddy asked. Everyone gave a dubious shake of the head, before Freddy heard the telltale scratching sound of fur-covered tarnished metal entering the main room.
"Someone help me with this body bag, will you?" Springtrap called, hauling a black garbage bag leaking a crimson colour behind him. It took a moment to process, then the room exploded into a chaos of words.
"Goddammit, Springtrap."
"Seriously?"
"I'm restricting your knife privileges!"
"Why does he even have knife privileges?!"
"I don't know, he was whining like some toddler when I first tried to take them away."
"I was not!"
"Yes, you were. Hide it in the back alley, and we'll pray nobody looks in and recognizes them."
"Don't worry, I think this guy's been mauled to the point of being unrecognizable."
"..."
"..."
"...Goddammit, Springtrap."
A/N
Sigh. Oh, Springy. He just can't keep his paws to himself. Or knives, for that matter. Don't worry, Murder-grape, you'll get a chapter soon. Unfortunately, you're sharing it with someone else…
Question/Challenge : What's your guy's favourite book? I have a billion favourites, but I think my favourites are One Of Us Is Lying by Karen M McManus and The Cellar or The Twin by Natasha Preston.
Have a great day/night!
-Ghost