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Chica nodded and led Mike out of the room. Mike followed behind but kept a safe distance from the chicken and kept his hand hovered over the taser. She turned a corner then stopped causing Mike to bump into her. "Oof, sorry about that." He apologized.
She didn't respond.
'Is she okay? It's not six yet is it?' The brunette wondered. He pulled out his phone and checked the time. "1:05..." The man mumbled. Chica suddenly jerked around startling Mike, "A-Alright this is the party ro-om!" She said cheerfully. 'What the hell happened, whatever as long as she's not trying to kill me.' The security guard dismissed the sudden glitch in her system looked around, already somewhat familiar with the place since his boss had given him a tour earlier in the week. He nodded to the animatronic, sidestepped past her, and began to hesitantly walk around. Chica noticed his cautious gait. "De-ear there's no need to be afr-fraid." The robot chicken exclaimed. The man merely nodded and continued walking. Eventually he made it to the Pirate's Cove where Foxy was surely hiding. He reached out to pull the curtains but thought against it. Mike backed away and jogged back to Chica.
Again she was staring into space, beak at gape. Mike kept a neutral expression and waved a hand in her face. She twitched and blinked her false eyes, the lids clicking as they came up and down. "Hey do-o you want ta se-ee the kit-chen?" She asked. After some contemplation the young man declined. Turning his attention to the 'SORRY! OUT OF ORDER' sign, "When did that get there?" Mike asked pointing to the cove. Out of all times he had spent at Freddy Fazbear’s as a child he had never noticed that sign. Chica didn't respond for several seconds until she pivoted her head towards the starry curtains, "That's F-Foxy's cove. The Pirate Cove." She stated with static crackling in her voice. "Can we meet him?" Mike asked. The mechanical bird paused only to shake her head. "May-maybe some other time dear." She said the volume of her voice somehow softer.
Before Mike could add anything she set off again. Mike shrugged and followed, looking over his shoulder at the pirate attraction before he bumped into Chica a second time. "Sorry." He muttered looking up to see she was frozen stiff. ‘What the hell is her damage?’ He looked past her thick metal arm to see the door to the maintenance room. His eyes widened and his hand shot down to grip his taser.
Chica's form jittered. Her oversized hand shot out to grip the door handle. Mike's stomach leaped when he heard the door squeal. "Hey, why do we have to go in there? There's just junk in there." The door stopped moving. Chica turned her head looking over her shoulder at the guard. A dangerous glint shown in the chicken's false eyes. "Because..." Her voice was dark, "This is the most important room of them all..." She spoke clearly as though a person were speaking from inside the suit. A chill of electric fear ran up the guard's spine. Mike sputtered, " Hey seriously c'mon. There's nothing in there except spare parts." Chica moved back a step, put her hand behind the human's back, and violently shoved him inside the room. Mike crashed onto the dusty floor. His boots skidded as he scrambled up and towards the door with his hand out stretched. But before he could even get two steps the door slammed shut with a ‘boom’, the sound sucking the small bit of light from the room.
And he was trapped.
Mike's fists banged against the door. “Let me out! Let me out dammit!” He howled while ramming his shoulder into the door. It held firm yet it felt as though something were pushing against it. Mike could feel the pressure yielding but every time he pushed the door would scream defiantly shut.
Exasperated Mike slid down the floor, his back to the door. Even in the darkness it felt as though there were hundreds of eyes staring at the young man. The terror almost made him want to throw up. His sweaty palms clutched the taser even harder.
Slowly Mike got to his feet. Keeping his eyes out for movement the guard's free hand palmed the wall for a light switch. Gaining purchase of the knob he flipped the switch. The single light bulb in the room twinkled on and bathes the small room in a sickly yellow aura. The shadows beat along with the flickering light giving the illusion that the room was breathing. Mike felt as If he were in the belly of a beast and all the spare animatronic parts along the walls were its kill.
He feared that he'll be joining them soon because it took him a few moments to realize he wasn't alone. The night guard's form shook with distraught as his blue eyes, turned indigo by the lack of light, swept the small room. ‘Oh, God what is that?’ Mike thought when he looked to the center of the room. The first thing he noticed was that the creepy metal skeleton on the table, which he hated so much, was gone and instead was replaced by a suit. A Freddy Fazbear suit.
Mike had heard the tales of security officers getting stuffed into one of those things and the very thought of such a fate nearly made him faint. Mike sucked in a breath and gathered what little courage he had. He cautiously approached the suit with one arm out. Before he could poke it the suit jumped its head lurched up and its mouth hung open. “Oh shit!” Mike was on the floor by now and hustling to his feet. He clutched his chest with one hand and charged the taser with the other.
The suit was not empty but its eye sockets were. Mike stared at it. Static filled the room as the thing's voice box fizzed on. Its voice was not the southern baritone that Freddy had. No, it was familiar... it was almost human... In fact it sounded just like the man on the recordings. "No p-please stop..." its voice sizzled.” Phone guy?” Mike whispered. Yes, it was him or at least a phantom of the former guard. "No p-please stop..." it repeated again and again as though it were stuck in a loop. The walls of the room chuckled deeply. Mike jumped when a huge black silhouette materialized from the shadows.
The figure stepped further into the light. First a top hat, then bear ears, then finally the face of the real Freddy Fazbear. The bear's plastic blue eyes swiveled from the guard to the "empty" suit. It still looped its mantra even when Freddy placed a paw on its broad shoulder. "Fascinatin' isn't it... How metal works" Freddy uttered, his voice clear, his eyes observing the guard who was frozen in place. The mascot chuckled again, “It can be bent, broken, and used to create something new." A pause then; "It can also be used to trap souls forever..." Freddy drew his paw to the back of the possessed suit and flipped a switch and the suit shut off. Freddy then popped the back panel off the suit and started tinkering with the suit keeping eye contact Mike who was still paralyzed. "I'm amazed at how you managed to figur' out how we tick and all." He continued messing with the suit not breaking eye contact with Mike. "It too me awhile to figur' out how we all work but you went and done did all the work fer me." One last switch and the Phone Guy's suit jerked back to life. But the empty sockets in its head were now occupied by little white dots that burned into Mike's soul. The suit gave a struggled moan, its metal jaws clicking as it opened its maw and screeched.
The suit was up in an instant. It started slowly walking towards Mike who in turn was backing towards the door. ‘Oh fuck…’ was the only thought that went through Mike’s mind. "All humans are the same.” Freddy began again, “They're all corrupt. They prey on the guiltless then fatten themselves up on what they went and pilfered. They should all be penalized..." Freddy seemed to grin, "... And I'll start with you boy." The bear let out hollow laugh, backing away into the shadows once more. Though animatronic had disappeared his voice still lingered on, bouncing off the breathing walls, "Oh how I'll relish in joy to see you die!" Freddy’s deep voice chortled.
The newly possessed suit was now mere inches from Mike. “No p-please stop…” It chanted again as it lunged suddenly, its massive paw smashed into Mike's jaw that sent the young man spinning to the floor, his taser tumbling away. Mike held his cheek in pain. “Oh fuck! Oh God!” He sputtered as he crawled to the corner of the room. The soul trapped suit grabbed both Mike's legs and flung him, with surprising strength, to the other side of the small room. The spare heads rattle looking as though they were laughing as Mike's body crashed into the wall.
The suit started at him again but Mike already struggling up. As he stood his boot hit the floor with a hollow metallic 'thunk'. He glanced down to see a metal trapdoor bolted to the linoleum floor. His eyes glanced up to see the suit closing in at a sluggish pace. ‘Well, it’s now or never!’ he thought asMike gripped the handle of the hatch and pulled with all of his strength. The hatch gave way and swung open with a deep croon followed by another 'thunk' as it hit the floor.
The dusky pit howled up a draft of cool air. Mike looked over his shoulder once more before quickly diving into the depths of the maintenance corridor, shutting the hatch along the way. He ran, blinded by darkness and fear. Mike delved deeper into the pits of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.
Deeper into the belly of hell.