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Mangle spoke in it’s garbled voice. “You may not recognize me, but it’s me. Kayla.”
I got the hammer ready. The only light in the room was the pale moonlight.
“Kayla?” I hardly believed it. “No, it’s not real. You’re not a robot.”
“That’s confusing. Basically, I was killed by a yellow bunny man and the Puppet made me possess Mangle.”
Who came up with this?
“I missed you, Crystal,” Kayla said. Mangle moved her head to the side.
“Wait, are the other animatronics possessed?”
“Yup. Freddy is possessed by Gabriel, Foxy is Fritz, Chica is Susie, Bonnie is Jeremy, The Puppet is Charlie, Golden Freddy is Cassidy and Chris, and BB is a demon.”
“Wait, what!”
“Well, not a demon, but he acts like one.”
“No before that. Who’s Golden Freddy?”
“You know, the yellow Freddy suit. They’re in the Part’s and Service room, behind the wall. I thought you would have seen them.”
“I don’t remember a Golden Freddy.”
“Chris says they used to be Fredbear.”
Fredbear? Of course. He was the springlock suit before Freddy’s. I never went there. We had a Freddy Fazbear closer to our house. Then we moved next door to the Aftons. Now we have one down the street.
“Hey, Kayla, what was the name of the yellow bunny?”
“Spring Bonnie.”
I froze. Kayla noticed. “Is something confusing? I mean, I’m surprised that GF can fit two souls, but I don’t care. Oh, I think Chris is Michael’s brother. What happened to him?”
That’s not what I was worried about. Michael’s dad was the one who wore the Spring Bonnie suit.
Did William Afton kill my sister?
“I’m going to let you go now,” Kayla interrupted my mental breakdown. She scuttled past me and out into the main hall. I got a glimpse of Craig, alone in his office. He looked so confused.
I turned back to the window. I stepped forward and hit it with the hammer. I cracked. I took a few steps back and threw the hammer at the window.
I hopped through the large hole. I got cut with some glass but I knew I would be fine. I ran to the back exit and grabbed my bike. Mike’s was still there.
I hoped he would understand. There is a very real possibility one of us won’t make it out.
I hopped on the bike and rode home.
The animatronics had all gathered in the main room. I didn’t get much of a chance to see them, but I did see that Bonnie was wearing a plastic Bonnie mask.
“I have a face!” I heard vaguely.
I slammed the door behind me. The room wasn’t that big, it went behind the stage. It was mostly for people to control the dancing and songs.
I approached the door. I saw Foxy and the Puppet out of the corner of my eye. I jumped back.
“Hello, Michael,” the Puppet said. They floated closer. “Long time no see.”
“Do I know you?” I asked.
“Well, my father is a very close associate of your’s.”
“Charlie,” I realized.
Foxy sauntered forward. “And Fritz.”
“That kid who had a crush on Cassidy?”
Foxy turned his head so I couldn’t see. I don’t think robots can blush.
“But wait, didn’t you die?”
Charlie looked down. I guess she was frowning, but she had that plastered on smile.
“Yes. Fritz, Jeremy, Cassidy, Susie, Gabriel and I. We were all killed by Spring Bonnie. Chris is here too, just not right now.”
I took a deep breath. I looked up at the clock. One fifty-five. This would never end.
“Wait Spring Bonnie, but dad wears the Spring Bonnie suit.”
Charlie and Fritz nodded, as if to say keep going.
“And all the other Spring Bonnie suits were destroyed, except my dad’s.”
More prodigy from the robots.
“So that means-”
I couldn’t finish the sentence. Charlie and Fritz nodded.
My dad. He killed my best friend. He killed the family best friend. Chris and Elizabeth loved to play with her and Sammy. And I, well, she was sweet and caring. I didn’t actively hang out with her, but she was still fun at Thanksgiving and Christmas. And he killed her.
And the other five. What did they do? Why did he-?
I pressed against the wall and slid down. I pulled my knees up to my face, holding back every tear.
“You broke him, Emily,” Foxy quipped.
“Well, promise you won’t kill him.”
“I won’t. It’s just… They look the same, right? In the dark, the only difference is that he is shorter.”
“Fair enough. Still, no killing.”
I pulled my legs away. My dad! Knowing what he’s capable of, would he kill me?
No, he wouldn’t. If there's anything he hates more than losing two of his kids to his creations, it’s killing his own son. I’m almost his clone. He doesn’t even let me touch the stove. I’m seventeen and he rarely lets me cook. He wouldn’t stab me and stuff me in a suit, right?
But, after I killed Chris he did get a little abusive. And when mom left, it got a bit worse. And then she died and he stopped. But, sure he’s abusive but that doesn’t mean he would kill me. Right? R-right?
“I should go.” I stood up and began to head to the door. I clinged to the wall, thinking if I let go I would fall back into my shattered reality. Is he the reason Elizabeth died? Did he put that claw there for someone else? Did he give Fredbear’s jaw so much force knowing some dumb kid would get shoved in there? Did he kill mom? He said it was a hit and run. Did he-
“Oh and Michael,” Foxy broke me from my stupor. I turned.
“Next time you murder your sibling, don’t wear my face while you do it.”
In another scenario I would joke, “I don’t have any other siblings to kill.” But now, going through the five stages of “my dad’s a killer” grief, I just said “yeah,” in a monotone I will never be able to replicate.
Charlie pointed past me. “Also that’s the wrong door.”
I turned back to see the door back to the main room.
“Oh, guess I’m out of it.” I turned and started to exit. I stopped just a foot away from the door, listening to the faint, robotic chants of “Cut the bitch! Cut the bitch!””
Foxy and the Puppet turned, apparently confused as well. Looking back, I probably needed something to snap me out anyway. Why not investigate?
I did a 180 and walked through the main door, with the confidence yet wondering that Fritz and Charlie didn’t stop me.
There, in the center of the room, surrounded by animatronics, was my dad.
