Hey guys, sorry for the long month and a half wait, non-fanfic stuff again, it happens to all of us, but here it is at last.
I was intending for this to be a much bigger chapter, but I feared that it would be too big, going beyond 10,000 words so I cut it in half.
Chapter 35 should take sometime to get finished properly, but it shouldn't take as long as this one did.
Anyway onto other things...
Ultimate Custom Night (FNAF 7) is here at last and boy it is hard (that's an understatement, if you've seen any Youtuber recently attempt 5/50 mode, let alone 20/50 mode.)
There's a lot of clues to suggest what kind of story it is trying to tell in the FNAF Universe, hopefully someone can figure things out, or at least give us some idea.
I personally think that we are playing as William Afton in Limbo/Hell after the fire in FNAF 6, having to suffer repeatedly for our crimes at the hands of our victims and other things.
A huge thank you to TheOverlord2 and HabitMcRabbit for deciding to follow this story, glad that you are both enjoying it. :-)
A massive thank you to Superelectronic for your review, that was a huge boost in inspiration for me, this story is taking time to write, but it is clearly worth it. ;-)
I will not abandoned this story, I want to finish it, it would have been a massive waste of my time to just leave it on a cliff hanger.
Unfortunately, there are a lot of decent fanfics that do get left unfinished. :-(
Anyway, the song in this chapter is 'Don't Let Them See You', by TryHardNinja and Bonecage for the FNAF fangame 'Joy of Creation Story Mode'. The idea of your past coming back to haunt you is a very interesting story arc.
I like the song a lot, so I may use again in a later chapter. :-)
Enjoy...
Chapter 34
Rusty Skeletons In The Closet.
"Let's celebrate."
"Make your sorrows go away."
"Time for fears to fade."
"A jolly night here thou awaits."
"No use to call for aid."
Five Nights at Freddy's 2 by Sayonara Maxwell
Balloon Boy had heard the phrase about having a visit from your past. Often it was meant to be something of a surprise, a shock which usually comes out of nowhere. However, in his case, the shock was very much life threatening as evident by the thing that called itself 'Jessica,' which stood only a few steps away on the other side of the Office desk.
"B…a…l…l…o…o…n B…o…y," {Balloon Boy.} she called again, the voice now sounding more feminine as if the spirit was entirely taking over its vocals and repressing the robotic element of its voice box. It sounded hoarse and rough, as it was still struggling to speak probably, perhaps for the first time in decades.
"Y..o...u a…r…e n…o…t i…n t…h…e o…t…h…e…r r…o…o…m…s," {You are not in the other rooms} she whispered, despite having to stretch the words out.
Balloon Boy could hear several mechanical clicks, probably as 'Jessica' twisted her head from left to right with the old neck gears attempting to comply with her demands.
"S…o o…b…v…i…o…u…s…l…y, y…o…u m…u…s…t b…e i…n h…e…r…e." {So obviously you must be in here} So, she didn't know where he was, just guessing, but her guess was right.
Balloon Boy's eyes darted from left to right, he roughly knew where the side vents were, and he desperately wanted to get away from 'Jessica'. However, he couldn't unless he wished to reveal his location and she would be listening out for any sound. He just prayed that the row of TVs behind him did not suddenly switch back on, because he would be lit up like a Christmas tree for all to see.
He needed to get away and start looking for those two puzzles that the Nightmares had told him about, but he would have to distract her first.
Prop suits were not meant to move, let alone run, and 'Jessica' had been struggling when she was making her way into the office. So, he could outrun her, but she would follow him, and she was not the only possessed prop suit in the pizzeria. If they cornered him, then he was dead, and the immediate area which he had access to was not very large. Even if he got away from one of them, in the dark, he would easily stumble across another, and Balloon Boy couldn't use his flashlight unless he wanted to give away his location.
However, if he could solve the puzzles, then he stood a chance, but Balloon Boy would not resolve it here.
Although he needed to plan out his next moves very carefully. As it turned out though, his hand was forced.
The sound of something mechanical suddenly moving jolted him, it quickly grew with the additional sounds of gears groaning in protest. Balloon Boy couldn't see, but his mind came up with the image as 'Jessica' seemed to move forward. Her hands seemed to grip the desk, followed by the motion of her climbing onto it.
Her whole body screamed out in noncompliance as the mechanical joints struggled to push themselves forward.
The fan and the Freddy Mask were pushed aside and fell to the floor with a clattering thud. She occupied the whole desk, presumedly standing on her knees as she seemed to stare out into the surrounding darkness.
She was just inches from Balloon Boy's face, who was trying not to scream or breathe.
He could hear her rusted facial plates shifting about in the dark, along with her neck joints. Every tiny noise only served to put him even more on edge.
With it he had an opportunity to use the flashlight to blind her, with her being so close, the effect with be devastating.
Yet she would know where he was, but still what was the alternative?
There simply wasn't one.
The decision was made. . .
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"There are monsters in this house."
"Glowing eyes staring us down."
"I push to keep all my loved ones safe."
xxx
Despite both his hands shaking with fear, he was able to carefully raise the hand holding the torch, so it was in front of his chest.
The turning of her gears, the creaking of her facial plates as they swung back and forth every time she moved her head, stretched his nerves to their breaking point.
The table groaned as she placed even more weight on it, 'Jessica' she maybe, but BB knew that what was situated just across from him was not human anymore.
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"Every claw scratch on the door, shakes me right down to my core."
"Stranger's voice says it'll be ok."
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His heart was pounding away in his ribcage, threatening to burst out as fear had already conquered much of his mind.
Yet he promised himself that he would win.
Crossing his fingers with his other hand for good luck, he pressed the button.
'Click'.
Immediately there was a bright flash of yellowish white light as the whole area before him was lit up, revealing everything, including 'Jessica'.
However, BB didn't get a proper look at her as he was blinded by fear whilst she screamed in agony at being blinded by the bright light. It was as if the light itself was killing her if her shrieks of pain were to be believed.
In the process of being caught off guard by the bright light, 'Jessica' fell back in her attempts to get away and shield herself from the flashlight's gaze. There was a collection of metallic groans as all the rusted joints of her prop suit moved in union as she was knocked off the table through no fault other than her own. Although it was swiftly followed by a loud metallic thud as she hit the floor.
Whilst that had been going on, Balloon Boy had legged it towards one of the nearby air vents and dived right in.
He instantly switched off the flashlight and began to crawl quite quickly over the vent's cold hard metal surface to put as much distance between himself and 'Jessica' before she could recover.
He knew it wouldn't last long as he was quickly proved right as 'Jessica' emitted an ear-piercing scream of rage.
"H…E I…S O…V…E…R H…E…R…E!" {HE IS OVER HERE!}
Her cries were soon followed by the sounds of:
Crunch!
Stomp!
Squeak!
Groan!
Moan!
More prop suits, perhaps two or three at best entered the Office, seeking to find the source of their comrade's distress.
Balloon Boy emerged out of the end of the vent and straight into Party Room One.
It was dark as expected, but he could easily change that, his hope was that there weren't any possessed prop suits around with 'Jessica' having caught their attention.
He turned the flashlight back on, allowing it to reveal his surroundings. If this was from his memories, then nothing should have changed.
Yet this was the Nightmares, so anything could happen.
Looking about, he saw two tables both covered in white cloth with party hats standing on top, each one set before a chair so that every child had one. That extra attention to detail was something which BB could admire, as ugly a company as Fazbear Entertainment was, the employees were decent people. All of them worked hard to deliver and to reach customers' exceptions of the new and 'improved' Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria.
Turning about on the spot, BB shone the flashlight across the walls and came across something that defiantly out of place.
On the far wall opposite were the scrambled words of 'WHERE DEATH AND DISMEMBERMENT COME TO LIFE!' in bright red.
An obvious play on Fazbear's famous slogan of 'Where fun and fantasy come to life!'
Just below it was another set of words also written in red, reading as 'THEY ARE MURDERERS!'
No doubt that have been written by the possessed prop suits and BB discovered more when he directed the flashlight's gaze at the three posters of Toys Freddy, Bonnie and Chica, which were pinned up on another wall. They have been marked, having their eyes scratched out with various words on their respective posters had been scribbled over.
Whereas Toy Bonnie's slogan had originally been 'let's rock!', it has been replaced with 'let's kill!' in more red writing.
Toy Freddy's poster was meant to say, 'Party time, you ready?', but now in its place were the words, 'Murder time, you ready to die!'
And lastly, the poster showing Toy Chica had originally said, 'let's eat!', yet that too had been changed to say, 'let's die.'
Below each poster was a single insulating word also written in red.
Toy Bonnie - 'Bitch!'
Toy Freddy – 'Monster!'
Toy Chica – 'Whore!'
All those words had been written in anger, one which was still red hot and would never cool down. As the Nightmares said, the murdered nightguards had been locked away in the darkness, unable to find enteral peace and were feeling very bitter over their deaths which to them were completely unjustified.
And now for the first time ever they had their shot at revenge, to repay the Fazbears in kind to put it nicely.
Wouldn't you feel the same way after being grabbed in the dark by 'supposed friends', seriously beaten, stuffed inside a prop suit with insufficient breathing space against your will and then being crushed to death as you cough up blood when the springlocks penetrate every part of your body, including your lungs?
Creak!
The sound of something creaking nearby jolted BB's mind back to his current dilemma.
He needed to find the pieces to the puzzles and then solve them to stand any fighting chance of getting out here.
Stomp!
His mind began to fill with panic as his heart started to race for one of those things could just so easily walk in through the main door or gain entry by means of the vent.
It was then in his rising panic that he noticed something odd about the poster of Toy Freddy, it seemed. . .detached at the bottom from the wall as he ran the flashlight over it.
Walking forward, he reached out and grabbed hold of one of the corners.
He lifted it upwards and saw that there was a small hole behind, craved into the wall itself and it wasn't empty. There in its centre was a pinkish coloured cupcake, just like Chica's.
Balloon Boy instantly grabbed hold of it, examining the object in greater detail.
Yes, it was without a doubt Chica's cupcake, but why was it here?
He glanced back in the direction of the doorway which lead out into the main hall, something dawned on him. There were four party rooms, this one contained Chica's cupcake, hidden away from sight and an unusual object at best.
So. . .would it not be too farfetched to say that the other party rooms contained items of the other three Originals.
If so, then that was one of two puzzles already cracked.
"Things seem to be in up for me at least," BB muttered to himself, feeling somewhat hopeful as he shoved the cupcake into his back trouser pocket.
Groan!
Creak!
BB physically filched as the sounds suddenly erupted into being from the vent which led back to the Security Office.
It was swiftly followed by voices.
"H…e'll b…e i…n h…e…r…e f…o…r s…u…r…e," {He'll be in here for sure.} said one, sounding firm and determined, as well as irritated.
It was a female and BB instantly recognised it despite, the heavy robotic element in its voice.
"Jessica. . ." his inner voice whispered from within the depths of his conscious.
There was another voice as well.
"H…e c…a…n n…o….t g…e…t o…u…t t…h…e o…t…h…e…r w…a…y." {He cannot get out the other way.} This was rough, raspy, and carried a somewhat masculine tone.
David perhaps, maybe Richard?
Yet his words sent BB's mind reeling with confusion.
"Why can't I get out?" he mentally asked himself.
He turned and quickly headed towards the doorway which was the other exit point. Although he switched off the flashlight to avoid the light being seen from the outside so that anyone lurking in the murky hallway didn't notice his presence.
However, he wished that he had kept it on as he walked right into a metal door, face first.
That resulted in a first-class level of agony which he couldn't keep down despite his best efforts as the pain flared through his face.
"Shit!" he cursed, no doubt that someone would hear him.
"N…o s…w…e…a…r…i…n…g B...B!" {No swearing BB!}
"B…u…t t…h…e…n a…g…a…i…n w…h…a…t w…o…u…l…d y…o…u k…n…o…w a…b…o…u…t m…a…n…n…e…r…s," {But then again, what would you know about manners.}
'Jessica' remarked in a sinister, yet bubbly tone which sounded as if she was giggling.
Even through her voice box which had not aged well was being stretched to its limits to function with any degree of success.
BB throwing all caution to the wind, turned the flashlight back on and found that the mental door which he had 'bumped' into was in fact a cage door of sorts with vertical metal bars.
And on the lock was a number pad for entering a three number code, no normal keyhole.
His mind exploded into raw panic, it surged throughout his thoughts, quickly sapping his ability to concentrate. The metallic groans of the vent grew louder, with new sounds coming from the direction of the office, composing of lots of stomps and creaks. The others were making their way towards the main exit, blocking him on the both sides and leaving him with nowhere else to run.
His heart was already racing, acting like a drum against his ribcage, his breathing became rapid as fear tighten its grip and his hands were shaking.
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"But is the static on TV or inside my mind?"
"I see hate through every keyhole burn in their eyes."
"All the rooms have turned to puzzles, trying to take my life, now they're close."
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The sounds from the vent only grew louder which each passing second as the mechanical predator within had sensed its prey, could smell its fear and was now bolting towards it in a bloodlust like frenzy.
The creaking and stomping noises from the direction of the hallway become louder as the possessed prop suits were clearly pushing their worn out bodies beyond their limits to reach him in time. Balloon Boy lowered his head, trying to maintain his confidence which was flatlining as his enemies drew ever closer.
Then from somewhere within the depths of his mind, a part which was yet to be overwhelmed by fear, a voice came into being.
"If it's a code, then it can only be in this room and its three numbers, so what about the three posters?"
Was it his instincts taking over the logic part of his brain or more properly the ghost child which had for decades taken up residence in his subconscious that decided to intervene?
But nothing else followed those words, but BB took its advice he was out of options.
He shone the flashlight, on the posters and found that the words bore fruit, for there were something odd about them.
It wasn't obvious at first, but it was there alright.
Stars. . .on each poster there was a series of golden stars that were not part of the original poster design.
And they didn't follow a normal pattern of one, two and three, but were instead mixed.
Toy Bonnie's poster had seven, Toy Freddy's held one and Toy Chica's consisted of just four.
A rather loud metallic groan echoed about the room, BB immediately turned his attention to the vent, the source of the sound.
His whole body was trembling from head to toe as a pair of rusted metal hands appeared out of the darkness. They had been so worn down by age that they looked skeletal in appearance because they were missing several pieces. The fingers appeared to be even more skeletal as they moved, because the plastic cover over the bare metal had been eroded away to reveal a sliver like material. The hands tightly gripped the sides of the vent and began to pull, bringing their owner through.
He didn't wait to see 'Jessica' make her appearance as he quickly turned round and typed in the number code, 7.1.4.
There was a rumbling metallic groan as the jail door started to slide away, slowly opening up access to the hallway.
Yet it wasn't working quick enough for BB, as the sound of stomps suddenly got louder and increased in frequency as the possessed prop suits became aware that he was attempting to escape.
However, that was not his immediate concern as a heavy thud erupted from behind him. . .a footstep.
"H..e…l…l…o B…B!" {Hello BB!} 'Jessica' called sweetly in a delighted tone which acted as a thin veil for her murderous intentions.
BB's fear fully possessed him into action as he grabbed hold of the still moving metal door and attempted to make it go faster by pushing it with all his might.
And yet it fought him, refusing to accelerate.
"Come on, come on, MOVE!" he mentally screamed as he heard heavy footsteps from behind, moving fast.
'Jessica' knew exactly where he was, like a wolf on the hunt when they had caught the scent of their prey.
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"Forced to play a GAME TONIGHT!"
"Trap of your own design."
"Horrors running free, in a memory."
(Just Hide!)
"Don't let them see you."
xxx
"PLEASE MOVE!" he screamed, it didn't matter if they heard him now.
Then he noticed that a sizeable gap had emerged between the wall and the still moving door, he went for it.
He dived through, but it wasn't quite big enough for him as small as he was, because only half of him was through.
He was in a badly exposed position that being made worse each passing second and he could only inch his way forward.
His will to survival was the only thing keeping his panic at bay, the need to live to see another day howled within him as the mechanical monsters circled him in the dark.
Why him?
Why was he chosen and why this place?
His old home, now a haunted relic of a dark past.
As the gate slide further away, BB was able to wiggle free, but just as he became unstuck, a mechanical hand came from behind and grabbed his arm, firmly holding him in place.
"G…O…T Y…O…U!" {GOT YOU!} the voice was robotic, but there was an undeniable amount of human emotion behind it, joy, satisfaction and hatred.
BB yelled in fear at the suddenness of the act as a cold, metal, skeletal hand with an iron like grip tighten its hold on his arm, not caring in the slightest if it hurt him.
He couldn't see 'Jessica', he dared not to look at her if he could help it.
Her fingers were icy to the touch as well as being bony as they rubbed against his skin. He could feel both a cold smooth metal and a rough hard surface which was the mixed metal/plastic covering that had been worn away with time.
"I A…M N…O…T A…B…O…V…E K…I…L…L…I…N…G A C…H…I…L…D L…I…K…E Y…O…U!" {I AM NOT ABOVE KILLING A CHILD LIKE YOU!}
Instantly another hand came out of the darkness and grabbed his hand again, along with a sharp pull backwards.
'Jessica' was trying to keep him in place while the others closed in.
"LET GO OF ME!" he demanded, trying to shake her off, but to no success.
"I s…a…i…d t…h…e e…x…a…c…t s…a…m…e t…h…i…n…g!" {I said the exact same thing!} 'Jessica' hissed aggressively, digging her metal fingers into his flesh.
"T…w…o d...e...c…a…d…e…s a…g…o a…n…d l…o…o…k w…h…e…r…e t…h…a…t g…o…t m…e!" {Two decades ago and look where that got me!}
The jail door was still in the process of opening and as it did 'Jessica' emerged through the ever-widening gap.
"I H...A...V...E W…A…I…T…E…D S…O L…O…N…G F…O…R T…H…I…S D…A…Y!" {I HAVE WAITED SO LONG FOR THIS DAY!} she raged as she rose above him like a mechanical titan.
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"CAN'T ESCAPE!"
"The fear that you create!"
"Watch your family break, can you keep them safe?"
(Just Hide!)
"Don't let them see you."
xxx
Yet Balloon Boy still had the flashlight in his other hand and he brought it to bear against 'Jessica'.
He turned it on, hoping that the bright light which have the same effect on her as it had previously. Summoning all his strength he bashed away at her hands with the flashlight like it was a mace, creating a metallic clang as metal clashed against metal.
'Jessica' howled in pain, shaking him back and forth rather violently to make him stop.
Yet she did not let go, maintaining her grip on the boy.
Balloon Boy tired again, hammering the flashlight against Jessica's hands, trying to loosen her iron clad grip.
He could hear the quick paced stomps of the other two possessed prop suits, who were closing in fast.
He struck again with everything he had and by pure luck, he struck gold. There was a metallic snapping sound as the flashlight hit a mechanical nerve of sorts.
Instantly one of Jessica's hands let go, falling away to be replaced by nothing.
'Jessica' of course screamed in both pain and rage.
Her voice was a mix of mechanical vocals which originated from her worn out voice box, but also a strong presence of human emotion behind it. Her soul was screaming, treating her mechanical tomb as if it was an actual human body. The pain, the anger and the sorrow of her position could not be understated as all three emotions raged within her being.
It would be understandable to think that her hand was broken given the bashing it had received, but it was not as BB found out the hard way.
A thick, metal skeletal hand punched him hard in the chest, knocking him off balance. BB staggered back, having lost his footing and ended up swinging about on the spot, until he eventually impacted the wall adjacent to the entrance of Party Room one.
That sent a searing amount of pain racing up his back.
He grunted, unable to repress the pain, which sparked off the other bruised areas of his body which had been dormant until now.
"E...n...j...o...y...I...n...g y...o...u...r t...i...m...e a...t F...r...e...d...d...y F...a...z...b...e...a...r...s?" {Enjoying your time at Freddy Fazbear's?} 'Jessica' sniggered, chuckling in a sinister expression of delight.
However, the change in his stance had strained Jessica's hold on his arm as he was now no longer directly in front of her.
He could feel her attempting to strengthen her grip as she only had one hand holding him in place.
He still had the flashlight on and in its limited field of vision he could make out the shady outlines of the other two prop suits, both marching up towards him at a frightening pace. BB tired to pull away with all his might, hoping to break free of Jessica's hold. He could hear the stomping metallic sounds of feet hitting the smooth tile floor nearby. As the door slid fully open, 'Jessica', fully emerged through the unblocked doorway with her feet creating heavy footsteps as they hit the floor.
"I...T I...S T...I...M...E T...O D...I...E Y...O...U L...I...T...T...L...E S...H...I...T!" {IT IS TIME TO DIE YOU LITTLE SHIT!} she yelled in a joyous and sadistic cheer.
With one last pull, combined with another smack of the flashlight against her arm, BB broke free.
He staggered backwards as her grip collapsed. In fact, she had to let go because the flashlight had touched a nerve of sorts, forcing her to loosen her hold on him.
He turned around on the spot, just missing Jessica's attempts to grab him again.
"G...O...D D...A...M...I...T!" {GOD DAMIT!} she screamed in open frustration at his sudden escape.
Balloon Boy ran in the direction of the Parts and Services room. He could hear Jessica's wails of immense anger behind him as by now the other two possessed prop suits had caught up with her. He glanced back briefly, he could just make out the rough outlines of three figures following him at a fast pace.
Then suddenly one of them shouted something at him in a vengeful tone which was intermixed with superficial humour.
"H...E...Y F...R...E...D...D...Y, G...O G...E...T H...I...M!" {HEY FREDDY, GO GET HIM!}
Clearly, it's vocal cords had not aged well, as it cracked and stuttered between its words. Although the human voice indicated that it belonged to a male.
Something was thrown in his direction.
Suddenly a hard object smacked into the back of his head, knocking him forward off his feet.
Judging strongly by the possessed prop suit's words, he had been hit by the Freddy Mask
He hit the tile floor face first, losing his grip on the flashlight.
It rolled away under its own momentum, however its impact with the floor had killed the light.
Feeling rather woozy, BB slowly lifted his head up. His bleeding nose was the least of his problems as a familiar set of sounds reached his ears.
Stomp!
Creak!
Groan!
Moan!
His eyes widen as his senses came rushing back to him like a tidal wave.
Quickly he spun around on the spot, he was surrounded by pitch blackness, as his only source of light was gone.
It was just him and the sounds which were getting steadily closer.
It was like a pack of ravenous wolves closing on a wounded deer, moving in for the kill.
xxx
"Started out as games and toys, now we rip apart your joy."
"Sick of playing by your rules this time."
xxx
Balloon Boy sat up straight, his whole body ached from multiple bruises both new and old.
Out of the darkness came the sounds of creaking metal, heavy footsteps and rasping breath.
"W...e...l...c...o...m...e b...a...c...k B...a...l...l...o...n B...o...y," {Welcome back Balloon Boy} the voice was obviously male, despite carrying a robotic overtone. It was dripping in sadistic enjoyment, aiming to milk the situation for all that it was worth.
"W...e m...i...s...s...e...d y...o...u." {We missed you.}
"D...e...a...r...l...y." {Dearly.}
The sounds got louder as did the screaming from his instincts, telling him to run.
However, he needed the flashlight, regardless of whether it was dead or not, it was still a useful weapon. He felt the area around him, trying to find it, it couldn't have rolled away far. The sounds of creaking continued to draw ever closer as his searching became ever desperate.
His hands could only feel the cold hard tile floor, as his heart pounded away in his ribcage.
"Please, come on it must be here!" he begged.
Then his fingers brushed past something metal.
He instantly grabbed it, just as a loud massive thud landed behind him.
Quickly BB picked himself and ran headlong into the surrounding darkness.
From behind him came a scream, but it was not one of frustration and despite their broken voice box, its tone was very clear.
"RAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
It was a war cry.
The scream which was worthy of becoming a classic jumpscare echoed throughout the building.
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"Hitting pause you stop the clock, but the chase will never stop."
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Yet BB kept on running blindly into the dark, not daring to look back. He could hear them following him, trying to run, but the mechanical gears in their legs couldn't not cope with sudden movement. As BB neared the Parts and Services room, one question took up residence in his mind amidst the mental alarm bells that were ringing nonstop.
Where were the other three prop possessed suits?
Were they just waiting in the darkness to jump out and grab him while the other three had his attention.
He burst through the door that lead out into the second hallway which lead to the Stage Area at one end and the Parts and Services room at the other.
However, he didn't go into the latter, but instead he swung round into the corner that was between the doorway that lead down to the security office and the Parts and Services door. It was a small space, but it was not obvious to the human eye especially when the lights were off.
He held his breath and listened, trying to become invisible.
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"Your own nightmares rise, you will play a GAME TONIGHT!"
"Trap of your own design."
"Horrors running free, in a memory."
(Just Hide!)
"Don't let them see you."
xxx
He didn't need to wait long for those familiar sounds to reappear.
Stomp!
Creak!
Groan!
Moan!
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"CAN'T ESCAPE, the fear that you create!"
"Watch your family break, can you keep them safe?"
(Just Hide!)
"Don't let them see you."
xxx
Steadily they were getting closer, soon they would be through the doorway.
He knew that he needed to find a way back to the Party Rooms, they held the key.
However, the others would be searching for him, doing their best to catch him.
He had only just escaped them, and he would dare not risk it again.
But he had too...
STOMP!
Suddenly his eyes darted to his immediate left as something entered though the hallway. The sounds of creaking gears, the mechanical grinding noises of old rusted joints trying to work echoed all about him.
He was only a metre away from 'it'.
There were some clicking sounds all occurring within short bursts. It was properly the neck joints of the possessed prop suit moving back and forth as it looked both ways.
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"FEEL THE INFECTION OF YOUR CREATION!"
"THE STALKING EVIL AT YOUR LOCATION!"
"FEEL THE INFECTION OF YOUR CREATION!"
"NOW YOU BECOME THE. . .ABOMINATION!"
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BB held his breath as the suit passed him by, hoping that it would head towards either the bathrooms or the kitchen. However, instead it stayed in the general area, walking about aimlessly. Although it was clearly on the prowl as it's gears groaned in protest each time it took a step forward or did a raspy inhale. At least he could pinpoint its location due to the sounds it made.
And yet each sound only increased his heartbeat, which was doing the world marathon.
Stomp!
Ka thump
Stomp!
Ka thump
Ka thump
STOMP!
KA THUMP!
KA THUMP!
KA THUMP!
That last one was very close, so close that he nearly jumped out of his skin. It took all of his willpower to restraint himself and not to make a noise that would alert it to his presence.
"W...E K...N...O...W Y...O...U...R O...V...E...R T...H...E...R...E S...O...M...E W...H...E...R...E B...B!" {WE KNOW YOUR OVER THERE SOMEWHERE BB!} a another possessed prop suit shouted as it walked through the hallway. The voice was obviously that of a male, on the surface it sounded fun and bubbly, but it was just dripping with sadistic intents. The owner of the voice was eager to get his cold metal skeletal hands on BB and then rip him to shreds.
"C...O...M...E O...N O...U...T!" {COME ON OUT!}
He called again, chuckling in a rather mad fashion.
Balloon Boy recognised the voice's owner, it was the same one that had thrown the Freddy Mask at him.
"David," he mentally muttered to himself whilst trying to keep still.
There was a loud stomp followed by another joyous shout from 'David'.
"L...E...T'S P...L...A...Y L...I...T...T...L...E O...N...E!" {LET'S PLAY LITTLE ONE!}
The idea of 'play', was far from BB's mind.
STOMP!
There came another heavy footstep, Balloon Boy closed his eyes. He was shaking all over, he wouldn't be surprise if his nerves were shot from the experience alone.
He wished that he wasn't here with these twisted recreations of his family's past mistakes.
With his eyes closed he could briefly imagine that he was somewhere else and not here.
Although, that was being constantly shattered by David's heavy footsteps.
Where were the others, why had they noticed anything yet?
Was he not thrashing his arms and legs about like Chica did when she was being attacked by Nightmare Freddy.
No. . .wait.
"That was when she was being possessed?" his conscious corrected him.
When Nightmare Freddy was forcing his way into her mind, taking over her body.
Chica's actions were properly representing the brief fight they were having for dominance of her body. That was not happening to him, he was properly lying in bed next to the others, not moving a muscle. By all accounts he was sleeping peacefully and because of that the others had no reason to act.
The Nightmares had found an opening, their defence plan for 'collective security' so to put it nicely had failed on the first night.
"Y…O…U C…A…N…N…O…T H…I…D…E F…O…R…E…V…E…R!" {YOU CANNOT HIDE FOREVER!} 'David' screamed, his tone had changed, despite the robotic overtone, there was a clear hint of frustration in his voice.
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"But is the static on TV or inside my mind?"
"I see hate through every keyhole burn in their eyes."
"All the rooms have turned to puzzles, trying to take my life, now they're close."
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By the sounds that he was making, 'David' was somewhere off to the BB's right, properly in the middle of the hallway that lead all the way down to the Stage Area.
BB could hear the mechanical groans of his neck joints as he constantly surveyed the area. However, he could no longer hear the first one as the sounds that 'David' was making had drowned them out. It had to be somewhere within his immediate area, best guess it was properly at the opposite end to 'David', if they were being thorough in their search.
He opened his eyes, but he still couldn't see anything, just pitch blackness and anything else.
But 'it' was there. . .somewhere in the darkness, listening, just waiting for a sound.
He knew it was there, but just not where exactly and that made the whole situation terrifying.
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"Forced to play a GAME TONIGHT!"
"Trap of your own design."
"Horrors running free, in a memory."
(Just Hide!)
"Don't let them see you."
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His whole body was trembling with fear, his breathing was rushed, although he was trying to calm himself and his heart was constantly beating against his ribcage like a drum.
Creak!
Groan!
Two sounds erupted out of the darkness to his immediate front, the first one was that of a door briefly rattling almost as if something had pressed against it. The second was the recognisable mechanical groan of old gears shifting about, being well beyond their prime.
That…was the first possessed prop suit and it was right in front of him.
"Y…o…u c…a…n o…n…l…y d…e…l…a…y y…o…u…r d…e…m…i…s…e," {You can only delay your demise.} came a cold heartless whisper.
Balloon Boy's heart froze, he knew who that was, that distinctive, sarcastic, female voice.
"Laura!"
He forced himself to not scream out in terror, but he was truly screwed.
And David's shouts were quickly eroding his resistance to not make a sound, with each one unnerving him.
"W…H…E…R…E I…S T…H…E B…I…R…T…H…D…A…Y B…O…Y!" {WHERE IS THE BIRTHDAY BOY!} he screamed in a tone of bitter frustration only thinly covered by a humorous laugh every now and again.
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"CAN'T ESCAPE, the fear that you create!"
"Watch your family break, can you keep them safe?"
(Just Hide!)
"Don't let them see you."
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And then another thought dawned on him.
Where was the third one?
Where was 'Jessica'?
He had only heard two of them, but not the third one.
WHERE WAS THE THIRD ONE?
And then a horrible thought hit him in the face like a lighting blot.
She was properly in the doorway, deliberately blocking his only way out.
His eyes turned away from his front to look right, he couldn't see the doorway even though he was standing right next to it. He couldn't hear any sounds from there, but he knew she just had to be there, she wouldn't be one to give up so easily. So, he had one to his immediate front, another somewhere off to his left, occupying the centre of the hallway.
And lastly, a third one in the doorway, blocking off any access to the security office or any of the four party rooms.
He was trapped.
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"FEEL THE INFECTION OF YOUR CREATION!"
"THE STALKING EVIL AT YOUR LOCATION!"
"FEEL THE INFECTION OF YOUR CREATION!"
"NOW YOU BECOME THE…ABOMINATION!"
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He cracked, his fear fully overwhelmed the last of his ability to think straight.
There was no way out, he was cornered on all sides. He was trapped in a hell filled with old ghosts of the past and there was nothing he could do.
Tears filled his eyes and began to fall, running like rivers down his face.
He slumped down to the floor with his bruised back groaning in pain as it contacted the wall. His lip curled into a tearful scowl as he rested his head onto his knees and wrapped his arms around himself. The flashlight which he had been holding onto had been placed next to him, it was dead anyway, so it held no use. His whole body trembled as he underwent an emotional meltdown, his throat tightened as he began to cry softly to himself. It wasn't fair and right now he simply wanted comfort, but he was all alone.
He was going to die, be killed by monsters of his own making, even though he didn't kill them himself.
"I don't want to be here, I want to go home," he mentally sobbed.
"I don't want to die."
The creaks, groans, moans and stomps of the possessed prop suits didn't matter to him now as he mentally blocked them out.
He was going to get killed for something that he didn't do, and the others were completely unaware of what was happening to him. They properly would only notice that he was dead when they wake up and discover his cold, lifeless corpse lying next to them.
Puppet. . .Mari, she would freak out, or worse.
There he sat in the dark, surrounded by nightmarish recreations of old friends.
He mourned the lost years, he shouldn't have to go through this shit. Having spent most of his life on the run, he thought that he might be capable of handling such dangerous scenarios, but this was different. He along with the other Toys had nearly been caught several times, but the current situation was far more terrifying then anything that Fazbear Entertainment could have done to him.
The Fazbears were the only family he had ever known, and he loved all of them despite their faults which were many he had to admit.
But right now, all he wanted was to have them with him, in this place filled with shattered hopes and broken dreams.
Life is simply cruel, and you just must ride the tide and see where it takes you.
"W…E W…I…L…L F…I…N…D Y…O…U!" {WE WILL FIND YOU!} 'David' screamed, but BB didn't react, he was far too lost in his own sorrow.
"This is where my story ends," he mournfully mentally muttered to himself, as his despair became an ever enlarging black hole.
In many ways it was quite ironic, although understandably he didn't feel like laughing.
"Was I a dead kid walking from the start?" he asked himself, fate seemed to agree with him on that.
"I am, but you are not."
Normally BB would have shot up straight with his eyes darting about, but he simply didn't care anymore.
But he recognised the voice, that female childlike voice, which had been with him since 1987.
"You are not dead yet, if you used your smarts," the voice spoke from within the depths of his subconscious.
His ghost child, a girl, whose name he could still remember. . .just.
"Rachel, fancy seeing you here," he mentally murmured.
Suddenly he could feel a warm sensenation spreading across his back, flowing over his shoulders and linking up around his neck.
He felt fuzzy, as a feeling of calm washed over him like a tide pushing away all previous feelings of sadness, abandonment and despair. Looking down he could feel a soft pair of hands around his neck with the arms going back across his shoulders. For a moment he wasn't back in the second Pizzeria, but rather in a warm, soft place of safety, although David's loud stomps quickly brought him back to reality.
"Shhh, it's ok," Rachel whispered, pouring comfort into his battered soul.
"I'm still here. . ."
BB could feel someone else's hair now resting against his own along with the sensation of someone breathing against the back of his neck.
"It's me. . ."
"I can't get out of here, I'm going to die," Balloon Boy mentally moaned, burying his head further into his knees.
"You won't die," Rachel muttered, repeating the words repeatedly, as she gently rocked him back and forth on the spot.
"You won't die."
"You won't die."
"You won't die."
Before ending with.
"I won't let you die, because this is not where your story ends…"
I like the idea of the murdered nightguards coming back to torment the Fazbears, creates an interesting parallel with Vincent being tormented by the Ghost Children.
I do intend to slowly bring the Ghost Children into the story, to give them fully flesh out personalities rather than just have them as a thing wandering about in the background.
Please Review, your feedback is greatly appreciated.