Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2016 10:32:04 GMT -5
NOTE: Blood/Death warning for those who are sensitive to things like that.
How can you not remember me?
You are, after all, the one that left me to this cruel life... no, cruel death. Torture. Seeing horrors I wish had never been. You're the one that stripped me of my life, my dignity... my feelings. I am but an empty corpse, unfeeling. At least, I was. Not anymore.
That creature... he was one of those that you hurt. He is lost, like us. He is broken... and yet he put me - and my friends - back together again. We are alive again, though in strange ways. He gave us the Gift of Life. And he gave me my feelings again. Before, I felt a mix of emotions... I was an innocent child, happy and carefree but aware of the troubles of the world. I was rebellious, but repentant. I was curious, but cautious.
Now I'm just angry.
When he gave me a strange new life yet again, I felt it... the burning fire within my new body; a strange emotion that was nearly unbeatable. He gave me comfort, though. Told me that everything would come in its own time for me and my friends. And, wow... was he ever right. I guess he really is smart.
For a Marionette, that is.
"Control yourself," he would tell me. "Take only what you need from it." And I listened. I took my time in this utterly horrible life... being forced to sing once-familiar songs that now haunted me, bringing memories of that strange Man. The one who is behind it all... it was all Him. And he will pay.
Wendy - excuse me, Freddy - had told me that He was coming back. According to our Life-Giver, at least. It had been a long day when he told me, and I felt little happiness about the chance to take revenge. My life was broken enough already... how could we possibly make Him miserable?
The restaurant had closed down for the night. The same routine that now was as familiar as the children that came in, day after day. An announcement goes over the loud speakers from the janitor. People begin finishing their food and using their tickets and tokens as quickly as possible. Then they all file out in one large crowd. Sometimes, a child gets stranded, even left behind... then we wait another hour for the parents to be found.
That night, it had happened more quickly than usual. People seemed eager to leave. Why are they leaving so early? I think to myself, hoping that our friend will know. He hasn't been the same, though, since we left, and he was put away. I hear the familiar, crackling static before the soft voice replies, It is a holiday. Halloween, to be specific. People want to leave so they can go trick-or-treating. Then the white noise ends... and he is asleep yet again.
That was rather satisfying of an answer, I will admit. Even with his lack of life, he had somehow given us answers. I had felt some guilt for waking him... but now, I don't know why. He didn't even need to sleep.
That night, there had been no familiar click of the door as the security guard for that night stepped in. Instead, it was silent. I remember the quiet being almost overpowering, and I felt the urge to get up and move. However, I caught Freddy's eye, and thought better.
It was then that we saw it.
Whatever it was, it looked like Freddy. But... it was different. This one had the same shape as the bear, but it was a deep violet. Its eyes were simple black sockets; and yet, it seemed to be staring at us.
"Follow me." Its voice was rough and quiet, as if it hadn't spoken for a long time. Then it disappeared.
None of us moved as we stared at where the Fazbear look-alike had vanished. We stayed put as we always did, waiting patiently for the clock to strike 12. And it did. The chiming tone rang through the pizzeria, signaling our time to move... But no one did.
Finally, after what seemed forever, Freddy moved. He stepped to the side suddenly, startling me slightly. Heading down the stairs, he moved quietly, the stage creaking as he stepped off onto the stained carpet. He stared at that hall where the entity had disappeared. Glancing behind him, he stared at Chica and me for a moment before moving towards the hall. And then he was gone.
He didn't come back, in case you were wondering.
As we stood there, the awkward silence filled simply with the ticking of the wall-clock, we patiently stood. But, our friend was nowhere to be seen. A sense of loyalty had filled me as we waited; I wanted to step off the stage and follow our friend. However, that wasn't what caused me to move. It was the thing, rather.
I could see its shadowy form in the hallway as it stood there, staring. Follow me. The voice rang through my head as I stood there. I didn't trust that creature at all. It was creepy as heck, and anyway, the still-missing Freddy had never come back from it. Would I risk myself to save my friend? Well...
I stepped down the stairs and followed the entity.
As I walked after him, I could hear the sound of rattling up ahead. A security guard? Someone was here? The creepy thing took a left as I followed him, heading for a wall. And suddenly, he walked through it. Completely gone. I'm not exaggerating when I say that my mind was blown. How that thing managed to get through the wall, I'll never know. And yet, when I tried, I couldn't, no matter what I did. However, I did find the wall to be somewhat loose...
I stepped backward as I heard the scuffling noise yet again; this time it was much louder. Then, the wall slid open... and He stood there. The Purple Man. Ax in hand, he stared right back at me. The weapon glinted in the flickering lights that came from the room. We both were unmoving, as if daring the other to come a little closer.
He ran at me, the ax raised.
I didn't have time to react... even if I did, what could I do? I was slow, much slower than a regular being. He would easily hunt me down. So, I stood there, letting him cover the distance between us. And suddenly, that sharp tool was cutting into me. No, killing me. It slammed into me over and over, ripping apart the soft material that had covered me, revealing my endoskeleton. It was then that I noticed the remains of Freddy in the corner... he was in pieces, ripped apart, dead. Horror flashed through me as I realized that this was going to be my own ending.
Why was he killing me? I hadn't done anything to him. He was the one that hurt me, shoved me into this wretched suit where I was jailed for what seemed to be years... and suddenly, I was free. I could move much more smoothly. I could stretch, and feel my aching muscles relax. I was fine.
He stood there, leaning on the handle of the tool, panting. Perspiration ran down his forehead as he took a moment to breath. My former body was laying there, mangled and torn. But I didn't care. I was finally free.
"Our time is now." The voice whispers in my ear, and a small hand is laid on my shoulder. It's my friend. He seems happy himself... no longer is he trapped in the Marionette's body. His freckled face seems sad, but satisfied at the same time.
It was then that we knew it was time.
Chica eventually met the same painful death as us... then Fredbear. Foxy soon followed. We were all together again, and the time was right. We followed our killer into the hidden room... and he panicked when he saw us. Riley - who was originally Fredbear - had felt too scared to join us, so she had hidden herself away. However, the rest of us were there. The Marionette, returning to Anthony. Freddy, returning to Wendy. Chica, returning to Thomas. Foxy, returning to Sari. And finally, me...
Bonnie, returning to Austin.
There was so much happiness with us all as Anthony followed the Purple Man around, his panic obvious. He jumped into the old Bonnie suit... the one that had been with Fredbear way back when. And he laughed, his harsh cackling ringing around the room. The suit collapsed in on him, and his scream was evident as it closed around him, breaking bones, tearing into his body. He fell onto his knees, blood pouring onto the floor; then he collapsed onto his back.
He died, just so you know.
The Marionette told us that we could finally be free. He found Riley, then lead us through a hallway... children sat happily, masks on their face, in front of large cakes. We arrived at a large room that was hidden... a large, color-deprived cake sat on the table. He gathered us around, smiling, telling us that we could be free again. He gave us each a balloon... and told us that it was our time to leave. We each released our balloons together, and finally, I felt peace. I was free yet again. I was happy. I could rest. I still remember his smile as he watched us each fade away. He didn't join us for our party. We had cake... it was his favorite flavor: vanilla with chocolate icing.
He still was able to watch us. I could feel his presence as we rested and lived a life we never were able to have... a happy one. I still did not understand why he wouldn't join us in this place of happiness. But, he told me that the torture of our killer was not done yet. He would suffer in that suit; awakened every night, he would be forced to live in that pain. Much like our pain was, he too would suffer. He would learn of our pain.
And, a long time later, found ourselves able to see the place where he was. He was stuck in that place, having to live in that horrible suit. "It's me," we could hear him whisper sometimes as he wandered the halls, going after the laughter of children if he heard it. "Save me... please. I'm sorry."
You can't.
Inspired by this video.
Trigger warning for blood, death.
Ok, in case you don't know, this is a FNaF one-shot, based on the events of the FNaF 3 minigames. I have no idea why I wrote this, honestly... it just kind of popped into my head and wouldn't leave. So, here it is. I may end up entering it in a Halloween writing contest, but who knows? We'll see.
I hope you enjoyed reading this. If you have any constructive criticism, feel free to share it. I also recommend watching the video that this was inspired by. The creator did a great job on it!
- Hunter
Story © Dead Flowers
FNaF © Scott Cawthon
Inspiration Video © Soproxi
How can you not remember me?
You are, after all, the one that left me to this cruel life... no, cruel death. Torture. Seeing horrors I wish had never been. You're the one that stripped me of my life, my dignity... my feelings. I am but an empty corpse, unfeeling. At least, I was. Not anymore.
That creature... he was one of those that you hurt. He is lost, like us. He is broken... and yet he put me - and my friends - back together again. We are alive again, though in strange ways. He gave us the Gift of Life. And he gave me my feelings again. Before, I felt a mix of emotions... I was an innocent child, happy and carefree but aware of the troubles of the world. I was rebellious, but repentant. I was curious, but cautious.
Now I'm just angry.
When he gave me a strange new life yet again, I felt it... the burning fire within my new body; a strange emotion that was nearly unbeatable. He gave me comfort, though. Told me that everything would come in its own time for me and my friends. And, wow... was he ever right. I guess he really is smart.
For a Marionette, that is.
"Control yourself," he would tell me. "Take only what you need from it." And I listened. I took my time in this utterly horrible life... being forced to sing once-familiar songs that now haunted me, bringing memories of that strange Man. The one who is behind it all... it was all Him. And he will pay.
Wendy - excuse me, Freddy - had told me that He was coming back. According to our Life-Giver, at least. It had been a long day when he told me, and I felt little happiness about the chance to take revenge. My life was broken enough already... how could we possibly make Him miserable?
The restaurant had closed down for the night. The same routine that now was as familiar as the children that came in, day after day. An announcement goes over the loud speakers from the janitor. People begin finishing their food and using their tickets and tokens as quickly as possible. Then they all file out in one large crowd. Sometimes, a child gets stranded, even left behind... then we wait another hour for the parents to be found.
That night, it had happened more quickly than usual. People seemed eager to leave. Why are they leaving so early? I think to myself, hoping that our friend will know. He hasn't been the same, though, since we left, and he was put away. I hear the familiar, crackling static before the soft voice replies, It is a holiday. Halloween, to be specific. People want to leave so they can go trick-or-treating. Then the white noise ends... and he is asleep yet again.
That was rather satisfying of an answer, I will admit. Even with his lack of life, he had somehow given us answers. I had felt some guilt for waking him... but now, I don't know why. He didn't even need to sleep.
That night, there had been no familiar click of the door as the security guard for that night stepped in. Instead, it was silent. I remember the quiet being almost overpowering, and I felt the urge to get up and move. However, I caught Freddy's eye, and thought better.
It was then that we saw it.
Whatever it was, it looked like Freddy. But... it was different. This one had the same shape as the bear, but it was a deep violet. Its eyes were simple black sockets; and yet, it seemed to be staring at us.
"Follow me." Its voice was rough and quiet, as if it hadn't spoken for a long time. Then it disappeared.
None of us moved as we stared at where the Fazbear look-alike had vanished. We stayed put as we always did, waiting patiently for the clock to strike 12. And it did. The chiming tone rang through the pizzeria, signaling our time to move... But no one did.
Finally, after what seemed forever, Freddy moved. He stepped to the side suddenly, startling me slightly. Heading down the stairs, he moved quietly, the stage creaking as he stepped off onto the stained carpet. He stared at that hall where the entity had disappeared. Glancing behind him, he stared at Chica and me for a moment before moving towards the hall. And then he was gone.
He didn't come back, in case you were wondering.
As we stood there, the awkward silence filled simply with the ticking of the wall-clock, we patiently stood. But, our friend was nowhere to be seen. A sense of loyalty had filled me as we waited; I wanted to step off the stage and follow our friend. However, that wasn't what caused me to move. It was the thing, rather.
I could see its shadowy form in the hallway as it stood there, staring. Follow me. The voice rang through my head as I stood there. I didn't trust that creature at all. It was creepy as heck, and anyway, the still-missing Freddy had never come back from it. Would I risk myself to save my friend? Well...
I stepped down the stairs and followed the entity.
As I walked after him, I could hear the sound of rattling up ahead. A security guard? Someone was here? The creepy thing took a left as I followed him, heading for a wall. And suddenly, he walked through it. Completely gone. I'm not exaggerating when I say that my mind was blown. How that thing managed to get through the wall, I'll never know. And yet, when I tried, I couldn't, no matter what I did. However, I did find the wall to be somewhat loose...
I stepped backward as I heard the scuffling noise yet again; this time it was much louder. Then, the wall slid open... and He stood there. The Purple Man. Ax in hand, he stared right back at me. The weapon glinted in the flickering lights that came from the room. We both were unmoving, as if daring the other to come a little closer.
He ran at me, the ax raised.
I didn't have time to react... even if I did, what could I do? I was slow, much slower than a regular being. He would easily hunt me down. So, I stood there, letting him cover the distance between us. And suddenly, that sharp tool was cutting into me. No, killing me. It slammed into me over and over, ripping apart the soft material that had covered me, revealing my endoskeleton. It was then that I noticed the remains of Freddy in the corner... he was in pieces, ripped apart, dead. Horror flashed through me as I realized that this was going to be my own ending.
Why was he killing me? I hadn't done anything to him. He was the one that hurt me, shoved me into this wretched suit where I was jailed for what seemed to be years... and suddenly, I was free. I could move much more smoothly. I could stretch, and feel my aching muscles relax. I was fine.
He stood there, leaning on the handle of the tool, panting. Perspiration ran down his forehead as he took a moment to breath. My former body was laying there, mangled and torn. But I didn't care. I was finally free.
"Our time is now." The voice whispers in my ear, and a small hand is laid on my shoulder. It's my friend. He seems happy himself... no longer is he trapped in the Marionette's body. His freckled face seems sad, but satisfied at the same time.
It was then that we knew it was time.
Chica eventually met the same painful death as us... then Fredbear. Foxy soon followed. We were all together again, and the time was right. We followed our killer into the hidden room... and he panicked when he saw us. Riley - who was originally Fredbear - had felt too scared to join us, so she had hidden herself away. However, the rest of us were there. The Marionette, returning to Anthony. Freddy, returning to Wendy. Chica, returning to Thomas. Foxy, returning to Sari. And finally, me...
Bonnie, returning to Austin.
There was so much happiness with us all as Anthony followed the Purple Man around, his panic obvious. He jumped into the old Bonnie suit... the one that had been with Fredbear way back when. And he laughed, his harsh cackling ringing around the room. The suit collapsed in on him, and his scream was evident as it closed around him, breaking bones, tearing into his body. He fell onto his knees, blood pouring onto the floor; then he collapsed onto his back.
He died, just so you know.
The Marionette told us that we could finally be free. He found Riley, then lead us through a hallway... children sat happily, masks on their face, in front of large cakes. We arrived at a large room that was hidden... a large, color-deprived cake sat on the table. He gathered us around, smiling, telling us that we could be free again. He gave us each a balloon... and told us that it was our time to leave. We each released our balloons together, and finally, I felt peace. I was free yet again. I was happy. I could rest. I still remember his smile as he watched us each fade away. He didn't join us for our party. We had cake... it was his favorite flavor: vanilla with chocolate icing.
He still was able to watch us. I could feel his presence as we rested and lived a life we never were able to have... a happy one. I still did not understand why he wouldn't join us in this place of happiness. But, he told me that the torture of our killer was not done yet. He would suffer in that suit; awakened every night, he would be forced to live in that pain. Much like our pain was, he too would suffer. He would learn of our pain.
And, a long time later, found ourselves able to see the place where he was. He was stuck in that place, having to live in that horrible suit. "It's me," we could hear him whisper sometimes as he wandered the halls, going after the laughter of children if he heard it. "Save me... please. I'm sorry."
You can't.
Inspired by this video.
Trigger warning for blood, death.
Ok, in case you don't know, this is a FNaF one-shot, based on the events of the FNaF 3 minigames. I have no idea why I wrote this, honestly... it just kind of popped into my head and wouldn't leave. So, here it is. I may end up entering it in a Halloween writing contest, but who knows? We'll see.
I hope you enjoyed reading this. If you have any constructive criticism, feel free to share it. I also recommend watching the video that this was inspired by. The creator did a great job on it!
- Hunter
Story © Dead Flowers
FNaF © Scott Cawthon
Inspiration Video © Soproxi
