Hey all, here is chapter 50, it feels like an achievement to have made it this far! :-)
Thank you for sticking around for so long, I deeply appreciate you taking the time to read this story.
Many thanks to both AugustFrost12 and fer09 for their reviews, it's a pleasure to read them.
Yes August, those kids have been through hell and back and yes you'll be seeing alot more of both Springtrap and Tommy, things will continue to get more intereting with what I've got planned for the next few chapters. Purple Guy/Vincent does view his killings as a form of art for he has a creative soul - explains his interest in animatronics and engineering I suppose.
Yes fer09, the childern and the night guards are all caught up in a nightmare that doesn't seem to end, innocence stripped away and replaced by irrational rage. The scene with Jessica was certainly heartbreaking (and bloody), as you knew that she was truly innoncent. Yet the dark world of FNAF clearly doesn't care much for innocence.
Also many thanks to invictus113 for both favoriting and following this story, there is plenty of story left. ;-)
It took me a long while to choose which FNAF song to use, seriously I was having a lot of internal debates with myself over which song was better suited for this particular chapter.
Finally though I choose 'After Show' by Tryhardninja, featuring Chi-Chi.
I got 1:35am, the third Fazbear Fright book and it was amazing. . .if not a little weird in some areas. If anyone has read the ending of the first story then you'll know what I mean, as it ends quite abruptly. The second story was great and truly tragic, it had me on the edge of my seat. The third one was very interesting, if not a little slow, but the ending raises a lot of interesting questions about the lore of this particular universe.
Also, we now know how the 'Stitch-wraith' came to be, what this means for the series going forward. . .who knows.
Also Security Breach is the new FNAF game that we're getting sometime this year, hopefully in the summer. I suspect that Vanny, along with Glitchtrap are the cause of the breach. . .how exactly, well it'll be fun finding out! ;-)
As usual apologies for any grammar mistakes and do enjoy. :-)
There are also two lines from Fazbear Frights' 'Count The Ways' in here if any of you can spot them. ;-)
Chapter 50.
Vengeful Shadows.
"I am a burning reminder of your misdeeds!"
Jack-O-Chica from Ultimate Custom Night.
The groaning sound of metal from the Parts and Services door grew ever louder, as did the banging noise that rained down upon it from the other side.
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
The noise carried a great deal of anger behind it, a never ending barrage of force that grew all the more restless as the door continued to the buckle, with its hinges creaking loudly as they were strained to their limit.
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
It was clear the door would eventually give away to whatever or whoever was trying to batter their way in from the other side.
Yet, it was clear to everyone who was responsible for all the noise, and for Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy, they recognised the gravity of the situation. Their faces were a collective expression of uneasiness and shame, as they were more than aware of who was responsible for creating the dreadful sounds that continually rang out.
All of the animatronics were still looking at the Parts and Services door, their eyes hadn't left it since the banging had first started. It was the same for the animatronics that the Nightmares were directly possessing. Although Lefty had by now turned his gaze back in the direction of the four Fazbears watching their reaction to the noise with both amusement and curiosity.
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
The lock continued to buckle, until finally like a dam holding back an almighty tide, it finally broke.
The door was forced wide open so fast that it slammed into the connecting wall with an almighty clang that echoed throughout the entire room. The lock itself was sent flying across the room and landing a fair distance from the door. Freddy felt a shiver go up his spine, not at the noise though, but in anticipation of what was to come.
Once the door had been forced open, it was followed by a long and painful silence. Yet the tension was so thick that you couldn't breach it with a chainsaw, at least that's how the Fazbears felt. Freddy felt nervous, although he tried to look stoic, if not blank faced, keeping his emotions in check, the last thing he needed was more teasing from Lefty. Foxy looked sterner faced than Freddy, bearing his hook and narrowing his eyes in anticipation of a physical challenge, even though he knew that everything around himself wasn't strictly real. Chica felt afraid, knowing what lay in the darkness, but she took comfort in that she wasn't facing this threat alone. Although that didn't fully diminish her fear and her facial expression was one of dread. Bonnie looked uncertain, concerned and a little fearful, as her eyes keep on darting between the open door and the horde of animatronics that seemed to be waiting patiently for the newcomers to emerge from the darkness.
"I only hope that Goldie is able to sense what is going on and bail us out when the time comes," Bonnie mentally whispered, trying to reassure herself as she could feel her heartbeat increase as the tension continued to drag itself out to no end.
There were no lights in the Parts and Services room, nor did any of the surrounding lights luminate what was inside, but everyone knew that it wasn't empty; and the painful silence continued as the Fazbears braced to meet a dark secret from their past.
Crunch!
Stomp!
Squeak!
Groan!
Moan!
Then a series of strained and horrible noises finally broke the silence, the grinding of metal, the thud of feet, the creaking of old joints and the pained, and strained rasps of someone struggling to breathe, as if they were in a constrained space. Then a pair of rusty metallic hands gripped the open doorway and pulled itself through, becoming exposed to the light.
A hulking, metallic, rusted and clearly deteriorated body staggered into the room, followed by several others, who were in turn succeeded by more of their kind. . .the possessed prop suits. Their heavy footsteps sent out echoing thuds as they gazed all about them, seeming to be completely unsure of their new surroundings. It was a surprise that they were even capable of walking, let alone being able to hold themselves together.
Yet here they stood, defining the poor physical condition of their bodies as they looked everywhere at once. Although it was known that they had been able to run and chase Balloon Boy throughout the Nightmares' version of the Toys Pizzeria, so maybe appearances can be deceptive, particularly when desire can overcome one's physical limitations.
The possessed prop suits' physical metallic shells were covered in multiple holes that were marked by dry blood stains, evidence of a painful demise and one that strongly reminded the Fazbears of their misdeeds, even though technically speaking the children who possessed them were the ones responsible. The faceplates of the possessed prop suits constantly twitched open slightly, before closing only to then open again. Although their facial movements were so small and fast that it was next to impossible to see what lay behind the mask, but given BB's vivid description of what lay behind them, neither Freddy, Bonnie, Chica or Foxy were in any rush to see it for themselves.
More and more of their kind continued to walk in through the Parts and Services room doorway and it didn't take Freddy or any of the others long to figure out that the Nightmares had brought in roughly all thirty nightguards that they had collectively murdered over the years. Some of them they personally knew like Jessica, David, Lauren, Richard, Amy and Henry; having established a friendship of sorts in the past. They were the first to be murdered whilst on the job, the rest were mostly strangers who found out to their complete horror, that they were in the wrong place at the wrong time, but by then it was tragically too late.
Some twirled on their toes like ballerinas, with their hands raised above their heads as they moved with grace and elegance, despite the rotten state of their physical vessels. Others rolled in on decrepit skates and surprisingly seemed to have a near perfect control of their movements. Most of them however, just simply walked like the average human, although it did seem to be a struggle to make their bodies comply fully their demand for movement, with their gears shifting and creaking as they walked.
Having gazed at the horde of animatronics which stared back at them with a mixture of soulless smiles and detached expressions, the possessed prop suits continued to look around. Their invisible eyes falling onto everyone and everything, taking in their surroundings slowly, as if they were trying to gain some form of meaning from it. However, at long last, their gaze finally fell upon the four Fazbears. . .and their recognition was near instant.
They stopped as each one followed the awe-struck gaze of the other, going completely motionless as their invisible eyes found the Fazbears. For a good while, nothing happened, with the horde of animatronics behind the prop possessed suits now turning on mass to look at the Fazbears. Their empty and lifeless eyes stared vacantly at Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy with an unbreakable gaze that seemed to penetrate their eyes and reach deep into their souls like long grasping fingers. It felt to the Fazbears as though they were under an intense spotlight that refused to relent no matter how unnerved it made them feel.
Still the silence continued as the everyone just looked forward at the Fazbears, even the Nightmares didn't say anything, although the facial expressions of their physical vessels revealed their inner thoughts. Lefty looked amused as always, seeming to be greatly enjoying the moment. Dee Dee seemed to be eager, as if she was anticipating something huge to happen. Funtime Chica appeared to be more withdrawn, although it was evident enough that she looked pleased. Finally, Rockstar Bonnie looked stoic, yet there was the slight glint of delight in his eyes as the situation continued to drag itself out.
Freddy felt nervous, Chica felt terrified, Bonnie felt off balance and Foxy felt on edge. This couldn't be happening, but it was. . .
They had often talked about how Vincent would one day get what was coming for him, as they literally carried the remnants of his crimes, the souls of the murdered children, but they never expected that one day they might up facing retribution for the crimes that they had unintentionally committed. Although it had all occurred back at a time when their foremost thoughts were based around getting from one day to the next, simply covering their tracks. All the while they tried to figure out where Vincent lived to kill him, but such attempts often lead to numerous dead ends. They didn't think much about the ever growing pile of corpses that lay buried outback. Whenever they did think about it, their thoughts were marred with guilt, shame, and regret.
Now, their guilt, shame and regret stood before them in the flesh, staring back at them with an unreadable expression. Even though this was a dream and therefore not strictly real, it didn't diminish the gravity of the situation, and the knowledge that one can die in a dream only further underlined the risk they were taking by being here.
"F. . .r. . .e. . .d. . .d. . .y F. . .a. . .z. . .b. . .e. . .a. . .r," (Freddy Fazbear,) one of the suits said, breaking the tense silence with its strained and robotic voice, speaking with a tone of recognition and an undertone of sinister delight.
"I r. . .e. . .c. . .o. . .g. . .n. . .i. . .s. . .e y. . .o. . .u, b. . .u. . .t I a. . .m n. . .o. . .t a. . .f. . .r. . .a. . .i. . .d o. . .f y. . .o. . .u. . .n. . .o. . .t a. . .n. . .y. . .m. . .o. . .r. . .e." (I recognise you, but I am not afraid of you. . .not anymore.) The more it spoke, the more visible the human element of the spirit that was attached to the suit became. Like it was trying to reach out from its constricted confines and grab Freddy with an invisible hand as it now held his undivided attention.
"H. . .o. . .w I h. . .a. . .v. . .e l. . .o. . .n. . .g. . .e. . .d f. . .o. . .r t. . .h. . .i. . .s m. . .o. . .m. . .e. . .n. . .t, b. . .e. . .i. . .n. . .g l. . .o. . .c. . .k. . .e. . .d a. . .w. . .a. . .y i. . .n t. . .h. . .e d. . .a. . .r. . .k f. . .o. . .r e. . .t. . .e. . .r. . .n. . .i. . .t. . .y, b. . .u. . .t s. . .t. . .i. . .l. . .l f. . .e. . .e. . .l. . .i. . .n. . .g c. . .o. . .n. . .s. . .t. . .a. . .n. . .t p. . .a. . .i. . .n, a. . .l. . .l b. . .e. . .c. . .a. . .u. . .s. . .e o. . .f y. . .o. . .u!" (How I have longed for this moment, being locked away in the dark for eternity, but still feeling constant pain, all because of you!) it hissed in a bittersweet tone that carried a female voice and whose identity it was taking Freddy sometime to remember properly, as he tried to recognise the voice's owner. However, the tormented spirit within the suit could sense an opportunity and how the balance of power had changed, compared to the one that immediately preceded their terrifying and gory demise.
"F. . .i. . .n. . .a. . .l. . .l. . .y, w. . .e c. . .a. . .n s. . .e. . .t. . .t. . .l. . .e o. . .l. . .d s. . .c. . .o. . .r. . .e. . .s." (Finally, we can settle old scores).
The possessed prop suit then gestured to itself, its old and ravaged body groaned as it shifted about on its feet, with its various faceplates shifting back and forth in small movements.
"N. . .o. . .t, t. . .h. . .a. . .t w. . .e e. . .v. . .e. . .r d. . .r. . .e. . .a. . .m. . .e. . .d o. . .f b. . .e. . .i. . .n. . .g i. . .n s. . .u. . .c. . .h a w. . .r. . .e. . .t. . .c. . .h. . .e. . .d s. . .t. . .a. . .t. . .e a. . .n. . .d l. . .e. . .t a. . .l. . .o. . .n. . .e t. . .h. . .a. . .t y. . .o. . .u w. . .e. . .r. . .e t. . .h. . .e o. . .n. . .e. . .s r. . .e. . .s. . .p. . .o. . .n. . .s. . .i. . .b. . .l. . .e s. . .o o. . .u. . .r h. . .a. . .t. . .r. . .e. . .d t. . .o. . .w. . .a. . .r. . .d. . .s y. . .o. . .u i. . .s w. . .e. . .l. . .l j. . .u. . .s. . .t. . .i. . .f. . .i. . .e. . .d," (Not, that we ever dreamed of being in such a wretched state and let alone that you were the ones responsible, so our hatred towards you is well justified,) it remarked observantly, although there was a clear feeling of resentment in its tone for their tragic misfortune.
"H. . .o. . .w. . .e. . .v. . .e. . .r, n. . .o. . .w w. . .e c. . .a. . .n b. . .e f. . .r. . .e. . .e o. . .f o. . .u. . .r p. . .a. . .i. . .n, a. . .l. . .t. . .h. . .o. . .u. . .g. . .h I w. . .o. . .n. . d. . .e. . .r w. . .h. . .y y. . .o. . .u o. . .f a. . .l. . .l p. . .e. . .o. . .p. . .l. . .e F. . .r. . .e. . .d. . .d. . .y, w. . .o. . .u. . .l. . .d d. . .a. . .r. . .e t. . . o c. . .o. . .m. . .e h. . .e. . .r. . .e, k. . .n. . .o. . .w. . .i. . .n. . .g w. . .h. . .a. . .t y. . .o. . .u m. . .i. . .g. . .h. . .t f. . .a. . .c. . .e?" (However, now we can be free of our pain forever, although I wonder why you of all people Freddy, would dare to come here, knowing what you might face?) It asked, now sounding inquisitive, although it was undeniably that behind their curiosity lay a boiling cauldron of rage.
Freddy exhaled deeply before answering in a serious tone.
"We came here for answers, to uncover the past and to hopefully find a way out of this chaos that is our lives."
He then glared at the possessed animatronics, Lefty in particular.
"However, it seems that our hosts want to do nothing more than to mock us. . .again, for the one hundred time."
Yet within his mind Freddy smiled in amusement, he could tell that the Nightmares felt as though they were in complete control, which would make the sudden reveal of their newfound lucid dream powers all the more impactful.
"Enjoy your moment, for it shall hopefully be your last," he mentally chuckled, looking forward to ripping Lefty asunder, or preferably compressed him and the Nightmare within him into nothing.
Once Goldie and the Toys arrived, the Nightmares would have nowhere to hide and no means to escape as control of the dreamworld was ripped away from them.
Freddy then pointed accusingly at the possessed prop suits, sounding more annoyed than serious as he spoke as his eyes were now ablaze with irritation.
"If you Nightmares think that dragging these guys up from the grave is going to somehow terrify us into submission, then you are seriously mistaken!"
"Your tricks are getting old and you can only scare us so many times until it gets boring."
If the Nightmares felt any insult from Freddy's words about their ability to fright him, they choose not to show it.
Yet, Freddy's words had stirred a reaction from the possessed prop suits. Laughter, a mechanical strained laugh that carried a maniacal tone to it, intermixing with the creaking sounds of their various gears shifting about within their metallic bodies.
"S. . .o, y. . .o. . .u a. . .r. . .e. . .n't s. . .c. . .a. . .r. . .e. . .d b. . .y t. . .h. . .e s. . .t. . .r. . .o. . .n. . .g p. . .o. . .s. . .s. . .i. . .b. . .i. . .l. . .i. . .t. . .y o. . .f u. . .s b. . .r. . .e. . .a. . .k. . .i. . .n. . .g o. . .u. . .t o. . .f t. . .h. . .a. . .t e. . .a. . .r. . .t. . .h p. . .i. . .t t. . .h. . .a. . .t y. . .o. . .u b. . .u. . .r. . .i. . .e. . .d u. . .s i. . .n, a. . .n. . .d t. . .e. . .l. . .l. . .i. . .n. . .g p. . .e. . .o. . .p. . .l. . .e w. . .h. . .a. . .t r. . .e. . .a. . .l. . .l. . .y h. . .a. . .p. . .p. . .e. . .n. . .e. . .d a. . .l. . .l t. . .h. . .o. . .s. . .e y. . .e. . .a. . .r. . .s a. . .g. . .o?" (So, you aren't scared by the strong possibility of us breaking out of that earth pit that you buried us in, and telling people what really happened all those years ago?) One of them asked assertively, stepping forward, its invisible eyes fixed solely on Freddy.
Freddy turned to face them, he looked stern, but he couldn't deny his fear, it was one that he shared with everyone else. What had once been a distant thought in the back of his mind for years on end had now ballooned into a really fledged possibility.
The possessed prop suit that had asked him the question stepped closer, perhaps it sensed an opportunity. Its aged body struggled to comply with its demands for movement as it staggered forward.
"I. . .m. . .a. . .g. . .i. . .n. . .e i. . .f w. . .o. . .r. . .d g. . .o. . .t o. . .u. . .t, t. . .h. . .e e. . .v. . .i. . .d. . .e. . .n. . .c. . .e w. . .i. . .t. . .h b. . .e o. . .v. . .e. . .r. . .w. . .h. . .e. . .l. . .m. . .i. . .n. . .g, n. . .o. . .t m. . .a. . .t. . .t. . .e. . .r h. . .o. . .w h. . .a. . .r. . .d y. . .o. . .u t. . .r. . .i. . .e. . d t. . .o h. . .i. . .d. . .e i. . .t!" (Imagine if word got out, the evidence with be overwhelming, not matter how hard you tried to hide it!) they hissed in a vindictive and yet joyful tone at the thought of getting their long overdue vengeance.
"A. . .l. . .t. . .h. . .o. . .u. . .g. . .h. . ." (Although. . .) its head shifted from one side to the other, making its neck joint creak as it debated over its next words.
Yet when it spoke again, the human element in its tone became more profound, revealing a sadistic edge that sounded female the more they talked.
"A. . .s t. . .e. . .m. . .p. . .t. . .i. . .n. . .g a. . .s i. . .t m. . .i. . .g. . .h. . .t b. . .e t. . .o e. . .x. . .p. . .o. . .s. . .e y. . .o. . .u, t. . .a. . .k. . .i. . .n. . .g j. . .u. . .s. . .t. . .i. . .c. . .e i. . .n. . .t. . .o o. . .u. . .r o. . .w. . .n h. . .a. . .n. . .d. . .s i. . .s s. . .i. . .m. . .p. . .l. . .y m. . .u. . .c. . .h m. . .o. . .r. . .e f. . .u. . .n, a. . .f. . .t. . .e. . .r a. . .l. . .l, t. . .h. . .e c. . .h. . .i. . .l. . .d. . .r. . .e. . .n d. . .i. . .d i. . .t a. . .n. . .d t. . .h . . .e. . .y c. . .e. . .r. . .t. . .a. . .i . . .n . . .l. . .y e. . .n. . .j. . .o. . .y. . .e. . .d t. . .h. . .e a. . .c. . .t." (As tempting as it might be to expose you, taking justice into our own hands is simply much more fun, after all, the children did it and they certainly enjoyed the act.)
Then, from within the depths of Foxy's mind, the identity of the spirit that was talking hit him like a blot of lighting, with his eyes widening in recognition.
"Jessica Woods," he said quickly, almost blurting the words out as his mind clicked into gear. The moment he said it, the prop suit immediately turned in his direction and Foxy felt a heavy gaze fall upon him.
"I w. . .a. . .s t. . .h. . .e f. . .i. . .r. . .s. . .t, I h. . .a. . .v. . .e s. . .e. . .e. . .n e. . .v. . .e. . .r. . .y. . .t. . .h. . .i. . n. . .g a. . .n. . .d I r. . .e. . .m. . .e. . .m. . .b. . .e. . .r w. . .h. . .a. . .t y. . .o. . .u d. . .i. . .d t. . .o m. . .e F. . .o. . .x. . .y, I b. . .e. . .g. . .g. . .e. . .d y. . .o. . .u t. . .h. . .a. . .t I h. . .a. . .dn't d. . .o. . .n. . .e a. . .n. . .y. . .t. . .h. . .i. . .n. . .g w. . .r. . .o. . .n. . .g a. . .n. . .d y. . .e. . .t y. . .o. . .u c. . .a. . .l. . .l. . .e. . .d m. . .e a m. . .u. . .r. . .d. . .e. . .r. . .e. . .r," (I was the first, I have seen everything, and I remember what you did to me Foxy, I begged you that I hadn't done anything wrong and yet you called me a murderer,) she remarked coldly, although there was an undertone of pain in her words.
Then her eyes brows narrowed, giving up off an angered expression. Foxy hated to admit it, but his hook arm was trembling, and he could feel his fear building up inside him threatening to burst out. This is what he had feared ever since BB had revealed that their dark past would catch up with them and wouldn't leave them be, until nothing remained. It was the same fear that Chica had expressed to him back at Jeremy's, when they were all playing 'Five Nights at Freddy's' and now here it was, particularly in the flesh, demanding answers. Out of the corner of his eye, Foxy could see Chica trembling slightly in fear.
"W. . .h. . .y d. . .i. . .d y. . .o. . .u d. . .o i. . .t F. . .o. . . x. . .y?" (Why did you do it Foxy?) Jessica asked, now she was insisting as her tone turned ice cold, she took another step forward, clearly not intimated by them. Even with the immediate presence of Freddy, Bonnie and Chica to back him up, Foxy felt alone, staring at Jessica with a look of uncertainty and dread. He knew the answer to her question, but she wouldn't buy it, regardless of it being true.
She wanted payback and for it to be carried out in a brutal style that fitted her own demise.
"I didn't do it, the children did, they thought that you were Vincent, it was. . ."
Foxy looked down at the floor and sighed heartily, feeling his inner shame.
"A tragic case of mistaken identity and you deserved it the least Jessica, you and everyone else here."
"A. . .n. . .d y. . .e. . t I a. . .m s. . .t. . .i. . .l. . .l h. . .e. . .r. . .e, s. . .u. . .f. . .f. . .e. . .r. . .i. . .n. . .g i. . .n t. . .h. . .i. . .s r. . .i. . .g. . .i. . .d c. . .o. . .f. . .f. . .i. . .n o. . .f a b. . .o. . .d. . .y t. . .h. . .a. . .t y. . .o. . .u s. . .t. . .u. . .f. . .f. . .e. . .d m. . .e i. . .n. . .t. . .o!" (And yet I am still here, suffering in this rigid coffin of a body that you stuffed me into!) Jessica hissed, stretching her voice box to its limits. Meanwhile the other possessed prop suits also made their move, steadily approaching the four Fazbears as their desire for both freedom and revenge pushed them onward, despite the various limitations of their degraded physical bodies. Their heavy footsteps sent out foreboding echoes across the polished floor.
"We are truly sorry for what happened to you Jessica," Bonnie remarked sorrowfully, her bunny ears lowered as she looked immensely sad.
"If we had any control over what was going on, we would have stopped immediately and saved you."
Jessica now turned to face Bonnie, and judging by the former's stance she seemed interested as Bonnie continued.
"We are victims just as much as you are, the children possessed us, we didn't even know what was happening."
Jessica didn't move and she stopped twitching, every part of her stood still. She stared at Bonnie, who looked genuinely regretful for what had happened to her and everyone else.
"I'm sorry Jessica, you didn't deserve this cruel fate. . ."
Jessica continued to look at Bonnie with an unreadable expression, all the while the other possessed prop suits continued to move towards them, sensing there to be no opposition to their movement. The Nightmares certainly gave no indication of such, in fact some of the other animatronics took a few steps forward, their weight of their feet impacting the smooth floor creating more ominous echoes.
Yet in that moment, Chica's sense of panic finally compelled her to talk.
"We promised each other that when this is all over, we would return your bodies to your families and we'll make sure that they received full payment for your services, something that Fazbear Entertainment liked to cut back on whenever it could," she remarked in a downtrodden tone, although Jessica didn't turn to look at her, choosing instead to remain staring at Bonnie.
Meanwhile Freddy briefly casted his eyes back towards the host of animatronics that mostly stood by the main stage. They were all looking at him and the others like a crowd of spectators, with a collective expression of either amusement or curiosity.
"What is going on exactly?" he whispered to himself, he felt confused with the Nightmares' motives. After all they did offer to answer various questions and yet they had brought the night guards in. Was it done purely for the intention of forcing him and the others to literally face their past? Surely things couldn't be this simplistic, there had to be more to what was going currently on?
Although given how the end goal of both groups were naturally aligned, it was easy to see why they would work together.
Freddy's eyes drifted over from one of the possessed animatronics to the next; Rockstar Bonnie, Funtime Chica, Lefty and then lastly Dee Dee.
"What are you four planning?" he mumbled, feeling frustrated at the uncertainty of it all, he didn't understand what the Nightmares were trying to prove right now. He doubted that they intended to kill him and the others at this particular moment, as they would have tired already. Plus, the way that they were acting strongly suggested that they want to drag this event out for all that was worth. Yet, Freddy suspected that they were deliberately building towards something, his eyes narrowed at the thought as he pondered it.
"Why put in all this effort for us, if not to kill us then what exactly?"
"Are they waiting for something to happen first?"
Then his attention was swiftly caught by Jessica, rerailing his train of thought.
A chuckle, a dry and robotic laugh erupted out of her mouth that was intermixed with both mechanical and decayed human teeth.
Her whole body now started to shake wildly as her laughter grew in strength, and the more human element of her voice began to assert itself, crackling through her robotic overtone which strained her battered voice box.
"Y. . .o. . .u a. . .r. . .e n. . .o. . .t v. . .i. . .c. . .t. . .i. . .m. . .s; y. . .o. . .u. . .r a. . .c. . .t. . .i. . .o. . .n. . .s s. . .a. . .y o. . .t. . .h. . .e. . .r. . .w. . .i. . .s. . .e!" (You are not victims; your actions say otherwise!) she hissed, although she kept on laughing, finding both Bonnie's and Chica's words to be humorous.
"Y. . .o. . .u. . .r w. . .o. . .r. . .d. . .s a. . .r. . .e w. . .o. . .r. . .t. . .h. . .l. . .e. . .s. . .s; I r. . .e. . .m. . .e. . .m. . .b. . .e. . .r e. . .v. . .e. . .r. . .y w. . . a. . .k. . .i. . .n. . .g m. . .o. . .m. . .e. . .n. . .t o. . .f w. . .h. . .a. . .t h. . .a. . .p. . .p. . .e. . .n. . .e. . .d t. . .h. . .a. . .t n. . .i. . .g. . .h. . .t!" (Your words are worthless; I remember every waking moment of what happened that night!)
Her voice now sounded vengeful, the anger in her tone was beyond evident, it was so strong that one could easily imagine the expression that she would be making if she had a proper human face, narrowed eyes, a withdrawn smile, and a burning expression of both rage and delight.
"Y. . .o. . .u b. . .u. . .r. . .i. . .e. . .d m. . .e i. . .n a p. . .i. . .t, c. . .l. . .e. . .a. . .r. . .e. . .d u. . .p t. . .h. . .e e. . .v. . .i. . .d. . .e. . .n. . .c. . .e, l. . .e. . .f. . .t m. . .e i. . .n t. . .h. . .e. . .r. . .e f. . .o. . .r y. . .e. . .a. . .r. . .s o. . .n e. . .n. . .d, a. . .n. . .d s. . .o. . .m. . .e. . .h. . .o. . .w, y. . o. . .u're t. . .r. . .u. . .l. . .y i. . .n. . .n. . .o. . .c. . .e. . .n. . .t i. . .n c. . .r. . .e. . .a. . .t. . .i. . .n. . .g t. . .h. . .i. . .s n. . .i. . .g. . .h. . .t. . .m. . .a. . .r. . .e." (You buried me in a pit, cleared up the evidence, left me in there for years on end, and somehow, you're truly innocent in creating this nightmare!)
She pointed accusingly at Bonnie; her wittered mechanical arm shook as she held it up.
"Y. . .o. . .u e. . .v. . .e. . .n b. . .u. . .r. . .i. . .e. . .d m. . .y c. . .a. . .r, w. . .h. . .a. . .t k. . .i. . .n. . .d o. . .f 'i. . .n. . .n. . .o. . .c. . .e. . .n. . .t' p. . .e. . .r. . .s. . .o. . .n d. . .o. . .e. . .s t. . .h. . .a. . .t!" (You even buried my car, what kind of 'innocent' person does that!)
Then suddenly, she turned to face Chica, who instinctively gave off an expression of fear, although she quickly hid it behind a composed cold look, but Jessica very much like a shark could already sense blood in the water.
"Y. . .o. . .u'll n. . .e. . .v. . .e. . .r b. . .e h. . .o. . .n. . .e. . .s. . .t; y. . .o. . .u'll s. . .k. . .i. . .r. . .t a. . .r. . .o. . .u. . .n. . .d t. . .h. . .e t. . .r. . .u. . .t. . .h o. . .f w. . .h. . .a. . .t h. . .a. . p. . .p. . .e. . .n. . .e. . .d t. . .o u. . .s!" (You'll never be honest; you'll skirt around the truth of what happened to us!)
"Y. . .o. . .u w. . .e. . .n. . .t a. . .l. . .o. . .n. . .g w. . .i. . .t. . .h t. . .h. . .e a. . .c. . .t, y. . .o. . .u. . .r g. . .u. . .i . . .l. . .t i. . .s o. . .b. . .v. . .i. . .o. . .u. . .s!" (You went along with the act, your guilt is obvious!)
She then shook her head dismissively, now sounding sorrowful as her neck joints creaked.
"R. . .e. . .g. . .a. . .r. . .d. . .l. . .e. . .s. . .s o. . .f w. . .h. . . e. . .t. . .h. . .e. . .r w. . .e w. . .e. . .r. . .e f. . .r. . .i. . .e. . .n. . .d. . .s, n. . .o. . .n. . .e o. . .f i. . .t c. . .l. . .e. . .a. . .r. . .l. . .y m. . .a. . .t. . .t. . .e. . .r. . .e. . .d i. . .n y. . .o. . .u. . .r e. . .y. . .e. . .s." (Regardless of whether we were friends, none of it clearly mattered in your eyes.)
"B. . .e. . .c. . .a. . .u. . .s. . .e i. . .f y. . .o. . .u a. . .l. . .l t. . .r. . .u. . .l. . .y d. . .i. . .d c. . .a. . .r. . . e, y. . .o. . .u w. . .o. . .u. . .l. . .d h. . .a. . .v. . .e c. . .o. . .n. . .f. . .e. . .s. . .s. . .e. . .d a. . .n. . .d d. . .o. . .n. . .e w. . h. . .a. . .t y. . .o. . .u c. . .l. . .a. . .i. . .m y. . .o. . .u w. . . o. . .u. . .l. . .d d. . .o y. . .e. . .a. . .r. . .s a. . .g. . .o, b. . .u. . .t n. . .o. . .n. . .e o. . .f y. . .o. . .u h. . .a. . .v. . .e a. . .n. . .y b. . .a. . .c. . .k. . .b. . .o. . .n. . .e." (Because if you all truly did care, you would have confessed and done what you claim you would do years ago, but none of you have any backbone).
Her words rang true, and Chica could feel those words stab her heart, as she internally bowed over in emotional pain. They had forgotten about them for the most part, a dark memory that they didn't wish to revisit and despite the promises that she made along with everyone else that they would return the night guards to their families and recompensate them for their services, the reality was unclear. None of them knew how to do any of that without risk having the families react badly and bringing them to the attention of the police. Because of such a reality being a likely outcome, their words on mending the past proved to be hollow.
All the while, they left their dark secrets buried out back for years on end and when they decided to leave the pizzeria, to physically escape their past; the issue surrounding what to do with the night guards bodies was left deliberately unanswered, as they were unsure if they could ever find a proper remedy to it.
"We were scared back then, and we still are now," Chica muttered remorsefully, her eyes expressed a deep sense of regret, mirrored by similar expressions from Freddy, Foxy and Bonnie. Although Foxy reached out and grasped her shoulder to provide comfort, sensing her inner distress as she continued to speak.
"We were afraid of what would happen if the public became aware of such incidents, we had to keep things quiet for our own protection."
Then Chica recomposed herself, putting on a strong face as she stared back at Jessica, even though she could feel her inner turmoil rage within her soul, yet she was prepared to be honest with herself.
"We were only concerned with ourselves, but the circumstances that those children put us in, were so terrible, our hands were tied, we had no control over what they did, otherwise. . ."
She then gestured to Jessica's battered and degraded metallic body.
"This tragedy wouldn't have ever occurred, and for that I am truly sorry."
Jessica growled in dismissal, before emitting an aggressive hiss at Chica.
"Y. . .o. . .u m. . .i. . .g. . .h. . .t b. . .e h. . .o. . .n. . .e. . .s. . .t h. . .e. . .r. . .e C. . .h. . .i. . .c. . .a, b. . .u. . .t a. . .n o. . .p. . .e. . .n c. . .o. . .n. . .f. . .e. . .s. . .s. . .i. . .o. . .n c. . .a. . .n. . .n. . .o. . .t u. . .n. . .d. . .o m. . .y s. . .u. . .f. . .f. . .e. . .r. . .i. . .n. . .g!" (You might be honest here Chica, but an open confession cannot undo my suffering!)
The sound of the other possessed prop suits approaching with their shadows creeping across the floor, like snakes on the hunt promoted others to weigh in on the conversation.
"N. . .o. . .t. . .h. . .i. . .n. . .g y. . .o. . .u d. . .o c. . .a. . .n s. . .a. . .v. . .e y. . .o. . .u. . .r. . .s. . .e. . .l. . .v. . .e. . .s f. . .r. . .o. . .m w. . .h. . .a. . .t y. . .o. . .u t. . .r. . .u. . .l. . .y d. . .e. . .s. . .e. . .r. . .v. . .e," (Nothing you do can save yourselves from what you truly deserve), one spoke in a rusty male voice, although their identity was hard to pin down.
"W. . .e w. . .e. . .r. . .e l. . .o. . .s. . .t i. . .n t. . .h. . .e d. . .a. . .r. . .k, b. . .u. . .t t. . .h. . .a. . .n. . .k. . .s t. . .o o. . .u. . .r n. . .e. . .w f. . .r. . .i. . .e. . .n. . .ds, w. . .e c. . .a. . .n n. . .o. . .w f. . .i. . .n. . .a. . .l. . .l. . .y a. . .s. . .c. . .e. . .n. . .d," (We were lost in the dark, but thanks to our new friends, we can now finally ascend), another remarked in an eager tone, sounding roughly female.
From where he was standing Foxy could see that he and the others were in danger of being surrounded, as the horde of soulless animatronics moved in around the flanks of the possessed prop suits. The likes of Music Man, moving with his six legs and sporting a sinister grin, followed by Le Chip, Happy Frog, Rockstar Chica, Blank and Dee Dee skirted around the left side of the Fazbears. Whilst on their right, Foxy noted the presence of Rockstar Freddy, Ned Bear, Orville Elephant, Candy and Funtime Chica, all moving around them.
His eyes narrowed as he watched them briefly, before looking to Bonnie, seeing that she had noticed the same thing and she look unnerved to say the least.
"Come on Goldie, we could do with an intervention right about now!" Foxy mentally yelled, hoping that his words and inner mood of suspension would be received by the elder Fazbear.
Chica felt scarred, although she tired her best to within hold her fear, making herself look cautious at best in terms of appearance, hiding her inner mood. Even though she knew that they had lucid dreaming powers and had faced down their worst mental fears, it was predictable how those fears would act, whilst in here, everything was the complete opposite.
"I just hope that we are able to catch them off guard long enough to deliver significant damage when the others intervene," she mentally whispered, watching with suspense as Rockstar Foxy, Pigpatch, Chester, Mister Hippo, Cindy, Candy Cadet, Rockstar Bonnie and Lefty all closed in on them from the front, now moving alongside the long line of possessed prop suits like an army.
The possessed prop suits themselves were moving on mass, soon to be within touching distance of the Fazbears and their desire for blood could be felt as they emitted a strong sense of longing. Despite their eye holes being vacant, one could easily sense their inner mood, as the spirits within urged their battered and deteriorated metal coffins for bodies ever forward.
"Then what can we do to earn your forgiveness, to make things right?" Bonnie asked, although it sounded like a plea and her eyes expressed a desire for an exit from this emotional hell as she gazed longingly at Jessica.
She didn't give her an answer and with the others rapidly approaching, Bonnie allowed her inner feelings of desperation to show.
"We want to end this nightmare as much as you do!" Bonnie cried, gesturing to her chest as a sign of sincerity.
Then Jessica did finally respond, but her reply was hardly inviting.
"S. . .i. . .l. . .l. . .y l. . .i. . .t. . .t. . .l. . .e B. . .o. . .n. . .n. . .i. . .e," (Silly little Bonnie), she cooed in a sweet tone that dripped with venom. At this point, the other prop suits had now joined her, all standing as one group before the Fazbears, and the tension in the air was building rapidly as Jessica gestured to herself and those around her.
"W. . .e d. . .e. . .m. . .a. . .n. . .d n. . .o. . .t. . .h. . .i. . .n. . .g m. . .o. . .r. . .e t. . .h. . .a. . .n y. . .o. . .u. . .r l. . .i. . .f. . .e, f. . .o. . .r i. . .t i. . .s o. . .u. . .r o. . .n. . .l. . .y w. . .a. . .y t. . .o e. . .s. . .c. . .a. . .p. . .e t. . .h. . .i. . .s p. . .r. . .i. . .s. . .o. . .n." (We demand nothing more than your life, for it is our only way to escape this prison),
"How do you even know that?" Freddy demanded, stepping forward and getting dangerously close to Jessica, making her turn to face him. Her hands immediately clasped into fists, evident of her annoyance at being challenged.
Freddy looked confused, but his eye rang with a sense of conviction as he spoke. He had enough of being shamed and hounded for actions that weren't his fault, and the conversation risked going around in circles.
"How you do know that killing us would get you into heaven?" he enquired sternly, aiming to exact the answers no matter the cost. He was done with dragging things out, throwing in another question before anyone else could respond.
"Also, by default aren't the children to blame as we had no awareness of what was happening?"
Although in truth, he had absolutely no desire to let the children come to harm, but he wanted to see how Jessica would react.
Yet, he got an answer from someone else.
"We could ask you the same question about you and the murdered children wanting to kill Vincent Afton, are you sure that doing so will end your torment?" Funtime Chica called amusedly, walking towards him from her side of the room with several other nearby animatronics. Her purple eyes glowed like a hypnotist as she locked her gaze with Freddy.
"And we could ask you about your idea on becoming free by killing us lassie?" Foxy remarked angrily, as he gave the possessed animatronic a cold serious look.
"Your idea that our deaths would free that poor boy and yourselves makes the least amount of sense to me."
Foxy was very much aware of the connection between Goldie and the boy that he accidently bit, but there had to be more to it than that. Surely wouldn't the boy's bully of an older brother also be someone whom the boy had to either forgive or 'remove' in order to fully move on? Although how the Nightmare themselves expected to break free of the boy through killing Goldie and everyone else associated with him made even less sense. . .it was shrouded in uncertainty.
However, there would be an answer hiding somewhere in the dark, waiting to be found. Funtime Chica sighed cheerfully in response to Foxy's question, smiling with an expression of mischief before replying with.
"In truth, we don't fully know if it will work in the end, but we made the logical connection that Fredbear, alongside a few other people of interest are the source of the boy's trauma and conflicted nature."
"In the end we cannot be too careful in case something goes terribly wrong, so everything and everyone associated with Fredbear must be removed to ensure success," Dee Dee said playfully, cocking her head in Foxy's direction.
"Hopefully, the boy can finally heal and rest his battered soul. . .as there would be nothing else left for him to hold onto, and we will have gained full freedom as separate entities," Lefty remarked, sounding utterly convinced of his own words.
Then Rockstar Bonnie spoke in a serious tone, with his eyes having narrowed, further giving off a tough expression.
"He'll be free as will we, there is a cost to gaining freedom, but we're prepared to pay any price."
"So in truth, you are just guessing, this is all based on a hunch that killing us will get you what you want," Bonnie remarked coldly, her eyes purplish red eyes narrowed in annoyance. She suppressed her fears for a moment, switching her attention to the Nightmares' words.
"You're smart, I'll give you four that, but surely you can't be that naïve to believe that getting the boy to move on won't result in your chains breaking and instead you'll all be dragged into nothingness."
"Haven't you ever taken a leap of faith before Bonnie?" Dee Dee asked curiously, although with a sinister undertone that was thinly veiled behind her childish features.
Bonnie resisted the desire to look away in acceptance of Dee Dee's words, but she and everyone else had come to believe that killing Vincent would free them from their torment. Although she liked to think that her line of thought made far more sense than the Nightmare's presumption did.
"I have many times, but in truth, just about everyone's pain is the fault of Vincent Afton, so if anyone is to blame then it is clearly him," Bonnie muttered, loud enough to be heard, sounding rather reflective.
Her words earned a response from another of the possessed prop suits, and judging by the enthusiastic male voice that strained through its aged voice box it was David; given how Balloon Boy had described his character when he was hunting him.
"H. . .e w. . .a. . .s. . .n't r. . .e. . .s. . .p. . .o. . .n. . .s. . .i. . .b. . .l. . .e f. . .o. . .r o. . .u. . . r p. . .a. . .i. . .n, t. . .h. . .a. . .t l. . .i. . .e. . .s p. . .r. . .i. . .m. . .a. . .r. . .i. . .l. . .y w. . .i. . .t. . .h y. . .o. . .u a. . .n. . .d t. . .h. . .e c. . .h. . .i. . .l. . .d. . .r. . .e. . .n, w. . .e d. . .o. . .n't n. . .e. . .e. . .d t. . .o k. . .i. . .l. . .l h. . .i. . .m t. . .o b. . .e. . .c. . .o. . .m. . .e f. . .r. . .e. . .e, a. . .l. . .t. . .h. . .o. . .u. . .g. . .h I a. . .n. . .d e. . .v. . .e. . .r. . .y. . .o. . .n. . .e h. . .o. . .l. . .d n. . .o. . .t. . .h. . .i. . .n. . .g b. . .u. . .t d. . .i. . .s. . .g. . .u. . .s. . .t f. . .o. . .r w. . .h. . .a. . .t h. . .e h. . .a. . .s d. . .o. . .n. . .e." (He wasn't responsible for our pain, that lies primarily with you and the children, we don't need to kill him to become free, although I and everyone here hold nothing but disgust for what he has done).
David's words struck accord with Freddy, that he and the others viewed Vincent's actions as monstrous and vile but didn't feel a strong desire to stop the evil at its source. As long they were able to fulfil their desire and escape their imprisonment, nothing else particularly mattered. Although it was the same feeling that Freddy had felt back in those dark days of the 1990s, when all that mattered was becoming free of the pain that Vincent, and by extension the murdered children had forced onto him.
"Sow the wind, reap the whirlwind," he thought to himself, the same circumstances seemed to breed the same mentalities in people.
"But you can't just ignore what he did, he is responsible for everything!" Chica yelled out, her voice being a mixture of frustration and surprise.
She held her head in her hands, looking astounded from one possessed prop suit to the next.
"He will continue to hurt people, what if he had murdered one of your children back in the day, how would you react?"
David's face plates seemed to twitch as he cocked his head to one side, appearing to be thinking Chica's words over carefully, before he spoke in a serious tone.
"I w. . .o. . .u. . .l. . .d h. . .u. . .n. . .t h. . .i. . .m d. . .o. . .w. . .n a. . .n. . .d e. . .n. . .d h. . .i. . .s l. . .i. . .f. . .e i. . .n a f. . .i. . .t. . .t. . .i. . .n. . .g m. . .a. . .n. . .n. . .e. . .r, a. . .s I w. . .a. . .n. . .t t. . .o d. . .o t. . .o y. . .o. . .u C. . .h. . .i. . .c. . .a." (I would hunt him down and end his life in a fitting manner, as I want to do to you Chica).
Saying her name out loud and in a strained hybrid human/robotic voice made Chica's skin crawl, it felt so unnatural.
"M. . .y c. . .h. . .i. . .l. . .d. . .r. . .e. . .n, m. . .y f. . .a. . .m. . .i. . .l. . .y w. . .e. . .r. . .e m. . .y w. . .o. . .r. . .l. . .d," (My children, my family were my world,) David muttered solemnly.
"T. . .o t. . .a. . .k. . .e t. . .h. . .e. . .m a. . .w. . .a. . .y f. . .r. . .o. . .m m. . .e, w. . .o. . .u. . .l. . .d b. . .e t. . .o i. . .n. . .v. . . i. . .t. . .e d. . .e. . .a. . .t. . .h." (To take them away from me, would be to invite death).
Out of the corner of his eyes, Freddy could see all four of the possessed animatronics briefly exchange a knowing smile with one another as David spoke. It spurred his thoughts yet again.
Had Vincent killed a child belonging to a staff member during those two missing children's' incidents?
If so, then such a tragedy hadn't befallen any of the murdered night guards as they had made no mention of it, but Freddy quickly concluded that it was a thought worth holding onto.
He then turned back to face both Jessica and David, speaking with sincerity.
"I am truly sorry for happened to you, and I know that your families would never forget you, mark my words, we'll set everything right if we can, after all wouldn't you do the same if our roles were reversed?"
His question caught them off guard, as the expressions of both suits quickly changed to one of confusion.
However, they were both quick to respond.
"I. . .t d. . .o. . .e. . .s. . .n't m. . .a. . .t. . .t. . .e. . .r F. . .r. . .e. . .d. . .d. . .y, b. . .e. . .c. . .a. . .u. . .s. . .e i. . .t n. . .e. . .v. . .e. . .r h. . .a. . .p. . .p. . .e. . .n. . .e. . .d, a. . .n. . .d I k. . .n. . .o. . .w t. . .h. . .a. . .t y. . .o. . .u a. . .r. . .e t. . .r. . .y. . .i. . .n. . .g t. . .o m. . .i. . .s. . .l. . .e. . .a. . .d u. . .s," (It doesn't matter Freddy, because it never happened, and I know that you are trying to mislead us,) David remarked coldly, gesturing to Freddy in an accusing manner.
"Y. . .o. . .u t. . .o. . .o. . .k m. . .e a. . .w. . . a. . .y f. . .r. . .o. . .m m. . .y f. . .a. . .m. . .i. . .l. . .y, a. . .n. . .d I c. . .a. . .n. . .n. . .o. . .t f. . .o. . .r. . .g. . .e. . .t t. . .h. . .e p. . .a. . .i. . .n t. . .h. . .a. . .t y. . .o. . .u a. . .n. . .d t. . .h. . .e m. . .u. . .r. . .d. . .e. . .r. . .e. . .d c. . .h. . .i. . .l. . .d. . .r. . .e. . .n h. . .a. . .v. . .e p. . .u. . .t m. . .e t. . .h. . .r. . .o. . .u. . .g. . .h," (You took me away from my family, and I cannot forget the pain that you and the murdered children have put me through), Jessica muttered softly, sounding both serious and crestfallen.
Then another prop suit, probably most likely Amy given her ballerina pose, spoke up.
"S. . . t. . .i. . .l. . .l, a. . .f. . .t. . .e. . .r e. . .v. . . e. . .r. . .y. . .t. . .h. . .i. . .n. . .g w. . .e h. . .a. . .v. . .e b. . .e. . .e. . .n t. . .h. . .r. . .o. . .u. . .g. . .h t. . .h. . .i. . .s i. . .s a r. . .a. . .t. . .h. . .e. . .r f. . .i. . .t. . .t. . .i. . .n. . .g r. . .e. . .u. . .n. . .i. . .o. . .n," (Still, after everything we have been through this is a rather fitting reunion,) she said in a tone of pure enjoyment, seeing to shift her gaze from one Fazbear to the other, monitoring their expressions through her unseen eyes.
"I. . .t. . .i. . .s j. . .u. . .s. . .t y. . .o. . .u f. . .o. . .u. . .r, b. . .u. . .t t. . .h. . .a. . .t d. . .o. . .e. . .s. . .n. . .o. . .t m. . .a. . .t. . .t. . .e. . .r," (It is just you four, but that does not matter,) she remarked eagerly.
"I. . .t i. . .s a d. . .e. . .c. . .e. . .n. . .t s. . .t. . .a. . .r. . .t." (It is a decent start).
Then another of the possessed prop suits stepped forward, joining alongside Jessica and David, their aged metallic feet with their rusted and worn metallic/plastic covering scrapped the polished floor as they moved.
Out of its old battered voice box came a few signature words that neither Freddy, Bonnie, Chica or Foxy ever believed that they would hear again.
"H. . .e. . .l. . .l. . .o. . .h. . .e. . .l. . .l. . .o, h. . .e. . .l. . .l. . .o?" (Hello. . .hello, hello?)
Although the voice was scrambled and putting a strain on its voice box, those tell-tale words were more than enough to identity the voice's owner as Phone Guy. Well, that wasn't his real name, that instead being Stanley Wilson, but when he started to make training videos and keeping employees updated through phone messages, he had earned the nickname 'Phone Guy' and it forever stuck.
He had been the Fazbears' last kill and seeing him in person in this wretched state brought a feeling of great shame to all of four Fazbears, and to Chica especially.
"I. . .t i. . .s s. . .o g. . .o. . .o. . .d t. . .o f. . .i. . .n. . .a. . .l. . .l. . .y s. . .e. . .e y. . .o. . .u a. . .g. . .a. . .i. . .n, a. . .f. . .t. . .e. . .r t. . .w. . .e. . .n. . .t. . .y y. . .e. . .a. . .r. . .s," (It is so good to finally see you again, after twenty years), he said in a cheerful voice that almost sounded maddening as he spoke.
"Y. . .e. . .t t. . .h. . .e. . .s. . .e a. . .r. . .e s. . .t. . .r. . .a. . .n. . .g. . .e c. . .i. . .r. . .c. . .u. . .m. . .s. . .t. . .a. . .n. . .c. . .e. . .s t. . .h. . .a. . .t h. . .a. . .v. . .e b. . .r. . .o. . .u. . .g. . .h. . .t u. . .s t. . .o. . .g. . .e. . .t. . .h. . .e. . .r." (Yet these are strange circumstances that have brought us together).
He took several more steps, forcing the rusted gears and joints of his legs to comply in his demands for movement, until he finally stood before all four Fazbears. Chica gazed into those vacant black holes for eyes, there wasn't anything physical to look at, but she could tell that there was probably a storm of various emotions swirling within them.
Alongside her feeling of shame, Chica did remind herself that it wasn't completely her fault that things had turned out this way, as she wasn't really in control of her actions at the time, but the nightguards were beyond caring. Such truths didn't stop them when they were hunting down Balloon Boy earlier.
Although it did stop one of them. . .Richard, when Rachel was able to convince him of hers, the other children and the Fazbears' innocence in this whole twisted mess.
Looking beyond Phone Guy, towards the various prop suits stood to attention behind him, Chica could count at least twenty five prop suits being present, not thirty. For a moment she allowed her curiosity to dominate her thoughts.
Had the remaining five struggled to get through, or had Richard been able to convince them of Rachel's words and they had abandoned the group?
Had they even moved on?
She was tempted to ask, but Phone Guy had now directed his gaze solely onto her, as he knew that she was the one largely responsible for his demise, and her attention immediately shifted as his tone became dark.
"I t. . .h. . .o. . .u. . .g. . .h. . .t t. . h. . .a. . .t w. . .e w. . .e. . .r. . .e f. . .r. . .i. . .e. . .n. . .d. . .s, b. . .e. . .f. . .o. . .r. . .e y. . .o. . .u s. . .t. . .u. . .f. . .f. . .e. . .d m. . .e i. . .n. . .s. . .i. . .d. . .e a d. . .e. . .g. . .r. . .a. . .d. . .e. . .d d. . .e. . .a. . .t. . .h t. . .r. . .a. . .p f. . .o. . .r l. . .a. . .u. . .g. . .h. . .s C. . .h. . .i. . .c. . .a." (I thought that we were friends, before you stuffed me inside a degraded death trap for laughs Chica.)
"C. . .a. . .n y. . .o. . .u. . .r a. . .p. . .o. . .l. . .o. . .g. . .y g. . .i. . .v. . .e u. . .s b. . .a. . .c. . .k o. . .u. . .r l. . .i. . .v. . .e. . .s?" (Can your apology give us back our lives?)
Chica didn't answer and neither did anyone else, but they all knew the answer, which was a flat-out no. There were in life some acts that cannot be reversed no matter how you might wish for it. Its impact might fade with time, but its shadow would remain forever.
Staring back at Phone Guy, Chica could sense his inner mood, a growing maelstrom of dark emotions constantly nurtured by a ceaseless sensation of pain despite him being dead already.
It was easy for Chica and everyone else to imagine how these tortured souls envisioned ending their enteral torment. Most likely their thoughts heavily featured them brutally murdering their killers or stuffing them all into the same suits, as a gory form of karma.
It could be so easily imagined in vivid detail. . .
(Begin song here if you wish).
We see the Fazbears dragging a blood-stained prop suit through the pizzeria's back door.
They pull it towards a recently reopened pit that is dug deep into the earth.
They hold the suit over the opening from all sides, before letting go and watching it fall.
We see the prop suit land hard on top of other prop suits, as the pit's opening is resealed, locking it away in the dark.
"Your foot, our necks. . ."
Vengeance will soon be at hand.
"You held us down way too long, and it's time for reset."
In their minds, dark memories replay vividly.
"And your cruel acts we can't forget."
They reach for the sky.
"Tearing us down then building us up."
Nothing can erase what happened to them.
"Keeping your hands clean from all that rust."
Vengeance is calling.
"How long till you finally run out of luck?"
"Till we've had enough, till we've had enough."
We see Amy rising and twirling like a ballerina.
"Of the roles, you make us play. . ."
They rise up, with a clear goal in mind.
"Welcome to the after show!"
They grip the pit's walls and begin to climb upwards.
"The time slot where we have control!"
Their mangled bodies tell their story.
"Exclusive look behind the scenes. . ."
Their face plates open up.
"Of how it feels. . ."
Showing naked rage.
"TO ROT INSIDE THE MASK!"
Vengeance pushes them onwards.
"Welcome to the after show!"
They keep on climbing.
"Sit back, relax, we're in control. . ."
We see the possessed Fazbears torturing them.
"You keep us displayed."
They laugh coldly.
"For entertainment like it's a game."
Only to remove all evidence of their crime.
"You cover up the bloodstains."
Yet, things are changing!
"Well, buckle up, 'cause it's time for a change!"
The prop suits keep on climbing.
"Built for destruction, do what we must."
Forever lost to their families.
"All thanks to you, forever unloved!"
Yet retribution is near.
"How long till you finally run out of luck?"
"Till we've had enough, till we've had enough."
The roles will soon be reversed.
"Of the roles, you make us play. . ."
The prop suits scream in their desire to break free.
"Welcome to the after show!"
The tables will turn.
"The time slot where we have control!"
They will let their feelings be known.
"Exclusive look behind the scenes!"
The smell of decomposing flesh is overpowering.
"Of how it feels. . ."
It fuels their rage.
"TO ROT INSIDE THE MASK!"
They reach the pit's roof.
"Welcome to the after show!"
They start to claw away at the dirt.
"Sit back, relax, we're in control. . ."
We see decrepit metallic arms burst through the ground.
"Creator, creator, what will you do?"
They pull themselves through the emerging holes.
"When your creations come looking for you?"
More followed on from behind.
"Creator, creator, what will you do?"
They stumble towards the pizzeria's backdoor.
"When your creations come looking for you?"
They kick it wide open.
"Creator, creator, what will you do?"
They wander through, searching for their killers.
"When your creations come looking for you?"
They find the Fazbears in the dining area, altered by their presence.
"Creator, creator, what will you do?"
The prop suits give into their bloodlust.
"When your creations come. . .FOR YOU!"
They charge at the Fazbears, their rage allowing them to overcome their physical limitations as they outrun their murderers.
Mellitic screams fill the air as they lay their hands on them.
"FOR YOU, FOR YOU!"
The Fazbears cry out in agony as they are viciously beaten to within an inch of their lives, fuelling the prop suits' newfound sadism.
"WHEN YOUR CREATIONS COME. . ."
It is overpowering.
"FOR YOU!"
There is no escape from their wrath as tables and chairs are overturned.
Balloon Boy tires to escape from the chaos, but he is grabbed and viciously ripped apart by several prop suits, despite his screams.
"FOR YOU, FOR YOU!"
Shrieks of pain and fury ring out as the walls are heavily splattered with blood stains and gore.
Blood drips from the prop suits' hands as they stand triumphant.
"Welcome to the after show!"
(The after show).
Phone Guy grabs hold of a critically wounded Chica by the throat.
"The time slot where we have control!"
(Control).
He lifts her up into the air.
"Exclusive look behind the scenes!"
He opens up his faceplates.
"Of how it feels. . ."
Showing Chica her crime.
"TO ROT INSIDE THE MASK!"
Phone Guy smiles as he begins to choke her. . .slowly.
"Welcome to the after show."
Seeing you powerless. . .
Is like music to me.
"Sit back, relax, we're in control. . ."
(The song ends).
Chica physically shuddered at the thought, it would be music for the night guards of course and in some sense she couldn't blame them for deeply desiring such a bloody outcome, as she had often harboured thoughts of doing the same to Vincent. Watching him bleed out as she stared into his eyes, seeing his inner light fade and finally after years of torment feel relaxed, knowing that the nightmare was finally over.
Yet such a prospect always seemed to be so elusive sadly and it only seemed to rope in more innocent people, creating a deadly cycle of vengeance upon vengeance that seemed to drive most people to the edge of their sanity and in the case of others like the night guards, it sent them straight in the jaws of madness.
However, there had to be a way to break free, to smash the cycle and liberate as many tortured souls as possible. Eventually in the amidst of her thoughts, Chica found her voice and gave a timid response. As the brutal memory of Phone Guy's death as shown by the security footage vividly replayed in her mind.
"You don't have to do this," she pleaded softly, her tone was sorrowful at best, but she was being honest with herself.
"The children have stained their hands in blood, we were just unwilling pawns, you don't need revenge to ascend, you can forgive and move on peacefully."
"There is another way, don't repeat the children's' mistakes, you can be better than them. . .better than us."
Everyone could see that Chica was being sincere and that she desperately wanted to avoid repeating the past. Yet in her heart she knew any plea for forgiveness was properly bound to fall on deaf ears.
"I. . .f y. . .o. . .u h. . .o. . .p. . .e t. . .o p. . .e. . .r. . .s. . .u. . .a. . .d. . .e u. . .s t. . .h. . .a. . .t y. . .o. . .u a. . .r. . .e a. . .l. . .l i. . .n. . .n. . .o. . .c. . .e. . .n. . .t, t. . .h. . .e. . .n I w. . .o. . .u. . .l. . .d. . .n't w. . .a. . .s. . .t. . .e y. . .o. . .u. . .r b. . .r. . .e. . .a. . .t. . .h, w. . .e a. . .l. . .l c. . .a. . .m. . .e h. . .e. . .r. . .e f. . .o. . .r o. . .n. . e t. . .h. . .i. . .n. . .g a. . .n. . .d w. . .e a. . .r. . .e. . .n't l. . .e. . .a. . .v. . .i. . .n. . .g u. . .n. . .t. . .i. . .l w. . .e've h. . .a. . .d o. . .u. . .r v. . .e. . .n. . .g. . .e. . .a. . .n. . .c. . .e," (If you hope to persuade us that you are all innocent, then I wouldn't waste your breath, we all came here for one thing and we aren't leaving until we've had our vengeance,) Phone Guy remarked coldly.
"W. . .e a. . .r. . .e. . .n't l. . .i. . .k. . .e R. . .i. . .c. . .h. . .a. . .r. . .d, a. . .n. . .d h. . .i. . .s l. . .i. . .t. . .t. . .l. . .e g. . .r. . .o. . .u. . .p, w. . .h. . .o d. . .e. . .c. . .i. . .d. . .e. . .d a. . .l. . .l o. . .f a s. . .u. . .d. . .d. . .e. . .n t. . .o i. . .g. . .n. . .o. . .r. . .e t. . .h. . .e i. . .n. . .j. . .u. . .s. . .t. . .i. . .c. . .e t. . .h. . .a. . .t w. . .a. . .s d. . .e. . .a. . .l. . .t t. . .o u. . .s. H. . .e a. . .n. . .d h. . .i. . .s f. . .o. . .l. . .l. . .o. . .w. . .e. . .r. . .s a. . .r. . .e. . .n't h. . .e. . .r. . .e b. . .e. . .c. . .a. . .u. . .s. . .e w. . .e r. . .e. . .f. . .u. . .s. . .e. . .d t. . .o l. . .e. . .t h. . .i. . m c. . o. . .m. . .e a. . .l. . .o. . .n. . .g a. . .n. . .d r. . .u. . .i. . .n t. . .h. . .i. . .n. . .g. . .s." (We aren't like Richard, and his little group, who decided all of a sudden to ignore the injustice that was dealt to us. He and his followers aren't here because we refused to let him come along and ruin things).
Phone Guy then gestured to his chest, with his hand forming a tight fist.
"T. . .h. . .e p. . .a. . .i. . .n, I c. . .a. . .n s. . .t. . .i. . .l. . .l f. . .e. . .e. . .l a. . .l. . .l o. . .f t. . .h. . .a. . .t p. . .l. . .a. . .s. . .t. . .i. . .c a. . .n. . .d m. . .e. . .t. . .a. . .l s. . .t. . .a. . .b. . .b. . .i. . .n. . .g m. . .e a. . .l. . .l o. . .v. . .e. . .r, I j. . .u. . .s. . .t w. . .a. . .n. . .t i. . .t t. . .o s. . .t. . .o. . .p a. . .n. . .d n. . .o. . .w f. . .i. . .n. . .a. . .l. . .l. . .y, w. . .e c. . .a. . .n b. . .e f. . .r. . .e. . .e!" (The pain, I can still feel all of that plastic and metal stabbing me all over, I just want it to stop and now finally, we can be free!)
Phone Guy's voice was sharp and vengeful, a stark contrast to his former demeanour before he dragged into this whole mess. He had been polite, humourful, friendly, a bit of a cynic and dedicated to his job. Thirty years of being undead had stripped all of that away from him, now he was entirely controlled by his darker emotions that were further amplified by the constant pain that afflicted his battered spirit.
Suddenly, Phone Guy's gaze harden and Chica felt immediately intimated by it, as Phone Guy spoke harshly.
"Y. . .o. . .u r. . .e. . .m. . .e. . .m. . .b. . .e. . .r w. . .h. . .a. . .t h. . .a. . .p. . .p. . .e. . .n. . .e. . .d t. . .h. . .a. . .t n. . .i. . .g. . .h. . .t C. . .h. . .i. . .c. . .a?" (You remember what happened that night Chica?) he asked curiously, but his tone was venomous.
"I h. . .e. . .a. . .r. . .d t. . .h. . .e r. . .u. . .m. . .o. . .u. . .r. . .s, b. . .u. . .t I n. . .e. . .v. . .e. . .r b. . .e. . .l. . .i. . .e. . .v. . .e. . .d f. . .o. . .r a m. . .o. . .m. . .e. . .n. . .t t. . .h. . .a. . .t a. . .n. . .y o. . .f i. . .t w. . .e. . .r. . .e t. . .r. . .u. . .e, u. . .n. . .t. . .i. . .l y. ..o. . .u t. . .h. . .r. . .e. . .w m. . .e i. . .n t. ..h. . .e d. . .e. . .e. ..p e. . .n. . d." (I heard the rumours, but I never believed for a moment that any of it were true, until you threw me in the deep end).
He then turned to face Foxy, then Bonnie and lastly Freddy.
"I n. . .e. . .v. . .e. . .r k. . .n. . .e. . .w t. . .h. . .a. . .t a. . .n. . .y o. . .f y. . .o. . .u c. . .o. . .u. . .l. . .d b. . .e s. . .o c. . .r. . .u. . .e. . .l a. . .n. . .d I h. . .a. . .v. . .e b. . .e. . .e. . .n 'd. . .y. . .i. . .n. . .g' t. . .o r. . .e. . .t. . .u. . .r. . .n t. . .h. . .e f. . .a. . .v. . .o. . .u. . .r!" (I never knew that any of you could be so cruel and I have been 'dying' to return the favour!)
Internally, Foxy, Bonnie and Freddy could vividly remember the gruesome images that the security cameras had shown them and the twisted, broken state that they found Phone Guy in when they checked the Parts and Service the next morning. By then the sight of a mutilated corpse wasn't new to them anymore, but it didn't lessen their collective sense of shame and guilt in not being able to stop it. When the ghost children began to speak to them and described the dark depths of their hideous deeds, it only underlined how far they had all fallen. Yet of all of them, Chica felt the most shamed, for having been the one who had murdered Phone Guy.
Seeing the footage of her jump scaring Phone Guy right out of the office chair, proceeding to beat him raw and dislocating his right shoulder; before dragging him off to his meet his demise in a metallic death-trap. He begged and pleaded that he wasn't SpringBonnie, as Chica and the others accused him of the worst crimes imaginable. He had screamed when the springlocks had activated, slicing him open and impaling him from every angle, leaving him to painfully choke on his own blood for hours on end.
Yet Chica had stayed, peering into the confines of the suit, and whispering to dying innocent man about how liberating it felt to see a monster suffer a fate so agonising. The others had stayed as well, but Susie, the ghost child possessing Chica felt a particular urge to make things personal, hoping that somehow this time, the curse would be broken, that Purple Guy would truly die and she would finally be able to leave.
"I'm sorry," Chica mumbled tearfully, wanting to display her innocence and sincere regret with how so many innocents had become tangled in this never ending hell.
"We didn't know."
Yet Phone Guy merely dismissed her concerns and his vengeful tone made it clear that he was not here to forgive.
"I d. . .i. . .d. . .n't k. . .n. . .o. . .w e. . .i. . .t. . . h. . .e. . .r C. . .h. . .i. . .c. . .a, b. . .u. . .t t. . .h. . .a. . .t d. . .i. . .d. . .n't m. . .a. . .t. . .t. . .e. . .r t. . .o y. . .o. . .u o. . .r t. . .h. . .e c. . .h. . .i. . .l. . .d. . .r. . .e. . .n a. . .n. . .d n. . .o. . .w t. . .h. . .e t. . .a. . .b. . .l. . .e. . .s h. . .a. . .v. . .e b. . .e. . .e. . .n t. . .u. . .r. . .n. . .e. . .d." (I didn't know either Chica, but that didn't matter to you or the children and now the tables have been turned.)
Just then Jessica reached forward and grasped Bonnie's face, the latter physically shivered, feeling the cold metal touch of Jessica's fingers as she stroked her cheeks.
"I c. . .a. . .n f. . .e. . .e. . .l y. . .o. . .u. . .r p. . .u. . .l. . .s. . .e B. . .o. . .n. . .n. . .i. . .e, y. . .o. . .u're w. . .a. . .r. . .m, a. . .l. . .i. . .v. . .e, w. . .h. . .e. . .r. . .e. . .a. . .s I a. . .m n. . .o. . .t," (I can feel your pulse Bonnie, you're warm, still alive, whereas I am not,) she muttered scornfully, with her faceplates shifting back and forth as Bonnie stared back with wide eyes, feeling nothing but terror.
Jessica's mechanical mouth twisted into something akin to a smile, whispering coldly.
"S. . .o m. . .u. . .c. . .h f. . .e. . .a. . .r, a s. . .t. . .r. . .o. . .n. . .g d. . .e. . .s. . .i. . .r. . .e t. . .o l. . .i. . .v. . .e, I w. . .a. . .s l. . .i. . .k. . .e y. . .o. . .u o. . .n. . .c. . .e." (So much fear, a strong desire to live, I was like you once.)
She leaned in closer, examining Bonnie in great detail, as the latter looked beyond horrified.
"L. . .e. . .t m. . .e s. . .h. . .o. . .w y. . .o. . .u h. . .o. . .w t. . .o b. . .r. . .e. . .a. . .k y. . .o. . .u. . .r f. . .a. . .c. . .e a. . .n. . .d l. . .o. . .o. . .k l. . .i. . .k. . .e m. . .e!" (Let me show you how to break your face and look like me!) Jessica hissed murderously. In that moment Freddy reached over, aiming to pull Bonnie away from Jessica, but the latter had other ideas.
Suddenly, Jessica's faceplates flew wide open, revealing the ghastly sight of a human skull impaled by endoskeleton parts. Thick metal wires had been stabbed into the side of her head, wrapping its shape, bloody and torn pieces of plastic had been forcefully shoved into her own eyes. Bonnie could see Jessica's voice box, with it having painfully crushed her real one, when the springlocks had gone off and severed her vocal cords. Jessica's entire face was a mixture of metal coated in dry blood stains and ripped plastic, making the suit a true iron maiden as the suit's endoskeleton had quite literally been forced into her body.
Bonnie was beyond terrified by the mere sight of it, she instinctively leapt backwards towards Chica, who looked equally horrified and covered her nose to hold back the overpowering smell of rotting flesh and decaying limbs. She could feel the instinctive urge to vomit as her stomach twisted in reaction to the horrific smell. Freddy felt the desire to gag, but he was able to restrain himself, also stepping back in quick succession. He looked horrified at the sight of what thirty years had done to Jessica, he knew what happened, but to see it up close and personal was the literal stuff of nightmares.
BB hadn't spared them any details in his retelling of his experience, but this was beyond the realm of fear. Foxy looked afraid as he immediately backed away in alarm. This is in part was what he had dreaded since BB's recollection of events, and the mere sight of a decomposing skeleton in a degraded metallic suit made his heartbeat turn into a marathon.
As Foxy gazed around, seeing the other possessed prop suits also open up their faceplates, he could see the cold smiles of delight on the faces of the possessed animatronics. This is exactly what they wanted, to push the knife back into an old wound and watch it bleed.
Foxy only then just noticed that Lefty had in fact moved closer, now standing alongside Phone Guy as he eyed them all with a look of sinister mischief.
"Why are you doing this?!" Foxy yelled, in a tone that sounded more desperate than he would have liked, but he got Lefty's attention, as well as everyone else's.
"What do you want out of this?!"
Lefty gave Foxy a knowing smile, before responding with.
"Entertainment Foxy, and to drive home a point that the tables have fully been turned, it's time for you to face the past."
Then his expression immediately hardened becoming cold and serious.
"There will be answers very soon, but nothing is ever so simple when everything finally falls into place, trust me."
Foxy was about to answer, hell he was prepared to rush up to Lefty and by some means interrogate him harshly for answers, preferably by ripping the animatronic apart and brutally torturing the Nightmare within.
However, Lefty cut him off before he could speak.
"Shhhh," he whispered sternly, putting a finger to his lips as his sole yellow pupil seemed to glow.
"The show will begin momentarily, for not all of the guests have arrived. . .yet."
Then Dee Dee spoke up, singing in a cheerful tune.
"How unfortunate, uh oh, how unfortunate uh oh!"
She then gestured to the whole room, looking very mischievous as she sang.
"I'm gonna do a sneaky thing and throw a new contender in the ring."
Suddenly, no sooner had those words left Dee Dee's mouth there was a big flash of white light that blinded everyone.
BANG!
Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy groaned in pain as they covered their eyes, the light was so bright that it physically stung them, threatening to overload their Possessed Prop Suits also looked away, shrieking in irritation at the intense brightness as they shielded their eyes. Even the host of soulless animatronics looked away, so not to be rendered blind. Only the possessed animatronics refused to look away, in fact they looked unfazed by the whole ordeal.
Finally, though the white light died down and then vanished into nothing.
Although something had changed. . .
When Freddy lowered his hands from his eyes, he was met with a startling sight.
Immediately, he felt a cauldron of emotions, surprise, shock, recognition, dread, even fear and then anger.
His eyes narrowed in contempt as did Bonnie, Chica and Foxy's.
"How can this be possible?" Freddy thought, feeling completely bewildered.
"How!"
For the past twenty or so minutes, Goldie had been keeping a close eye on the Originals, stretching himself into their dreams through a physical connection as he pressed his hand against Freddy's forehead.
He had wisely kept a safe distance, being able to feel the emotions of the Originals, but not stray too far to alert his presence to the Nightmares. So far, it had worked, and he had only ventured out a bit to detect the presence of the night guards before quickly retreating to relative safety.
He believed that they lacked proper awareness of how the dreamworld functioned to notice his presence. In truth, Goldie wasn't all too surpised that they had been brought in, but it did invoke feelings of shame and regret in him, feeling their anger rippling outwards like a forest fire that refused to stop burning.
Now he was venturing forth again, having sensed a wave of negative emotions from all four Fazbears, but it was their sense of recognition that had made him curious.
Slowly, Goldie casted himself forward, feeling as he went.
He carefully avoided the nearby presence of the Nightmares and casually bypassed the night guards, sensing that the source of the Originals' aghast lay beyond either group. Goldie stretched out further, seeming to encounter nothing so far. He was worried for if he continued any further it would increase the risk of the Nightmares detecting him, and then everything would be thrown into chaos.
Then. . .Goldie reached it, or rather he felt it.
And he immediately recognised it, his eyes went wide, alive with dread, as he felt shock rise up his spine. Instantly he retreated and fled back towards the presence of the Originals before fully returning himself to the physical world.
"BB!" he yelled, turning back towards the bedroom door, the panic in his voice was very evident.
Soon there came the fast footsteps of Balloon Boy as he raced into the room, practically throwing the door wide open as it hit the wall with a solid thud.
"Yes Goldie, is it time?" he asked, his face expressing nothing but dreaded anticipation.
Goldie quickly nodded.
"Yes, something unexpected has happened, quickly get everyone in here now!"
Immediately, Balloon Boy turned round and legged it down the hallway, calling everyone to attention with great urgency. Goldie turned back to look at the Originals as they lay asleep on the bed. They all seemed to be at peace if you didn't know where their dreams had taken them.
Goldie exhaled deeply, dispelling his inner tension.
"How is that even possible?" he mentally asked himself, feeling a chill creep up his spine.
"And more to the point, why?"
Although he knew that there was only one way to gain answers and the opportunity to do so lay right out before him, it was like an invitation.
Behind him, Goldie could hear the swift footsteps of the others converging in on the bedroom, he narrowed his eyes in determination.
"The show will finally begin," he declared to himself, mentally preparing for the ordeal that lay ahead.
"And it shall truly be the show of a lifetime. . ."
But like with any 'show' the unexpected can occur from any angle. ;-)
Everyone's anger towards the terrible situation that they find themselves in, and those whom they deem responsible is justified to varying degrees as shown. It is really just a question of how far one would go in order to break free from it all, and in FNAF any price is worth paying.
Thank you for reading and please review, I appreciate your thoughts. :-)