It's Time to Die

14 years of sitting in a box, crushed by the weight of animatronic parts. It really can hurt your back. That is if you had one, I don't have one. I'm just a soul stuck in a puppet. I'm broken, mentally and physically. My face hurts from the deterioration of my mask. My fingers are torn and so is my body. I want freedom, I need to stretch, to see the sun, to kill. Killing was my hobby and so was collecting merchandise from my victim's stuff. Sadly my collection was taken away from me when they shut down Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. The only thing I could kill was the occaional mouse that scurried into the box just to die. Each day was long and boring. I wanted just sunlight and a fresh body to mangle. It was quiet, it always was. Suddenly a noise in the distance was growing louder and it caught my attention. It was an engine and it was getting closer. The noise stopped right outside the storage unit I was in and the engine died. I heard the click of a door open and a man spoke he sounded like he came from the eighties. "So, what do you think we are gonna, like, find in here man?"

"Hopefully some better equipment," another man said. The lock to the door clicked and it slid upward. I saw the sun reflect off of the metal in my box and I was more than excited. I was hoping I would finally be free.

"Yeah you wish man," one of them replied. He stepped in front of the box and shifted through it before gasping,"dude I found some, like, stuff. We got a Freddy hat, and like two or three animatronic heads. Hey I found something that'll really blow your mind. This thing might be, like, the animatronic we're looking for man." The man picked me up and shoed me to the other one looked at me with surprise. He took me from the man who was holding me and removed my mask. He was, most likely, very surprised to see the violet eyes behind the pitch black eyes I had on the mask.

"Well it looks pretty banged up if you ask me. We'll fix it up with some of the stuff back at the horror attraction. Take the box as well. We might need those parts later." The man picked up the box and the other held me between his arm and his body. Heat, heat, oh my gosh the heat was so welcoming. I was usually freezing and 14 years of freezing wasn't any better. They sat me up in the back of a pick up truck right next to the box. By the looks around me it was early spring. There was still small patches of snow on the ground. Other storage compartments were being opened and men were taking out anything from Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. There were boxes of drawings and old machines. Once and a while there were animatronic parts. I continued to look at these boxes when I saw something. It was dark and stared at me from its box. Its scarred face made it nearly impossible to recognize but then I saw the hat. It was Freddy, not the toy one, the Freddy from Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. He stared at me, eyes pale and the suit darker than ever. That is when I realized it was moving. It got out of the box and started to walk towards me. It's smiling animatronic face covered in dirt. It got closer and closer till it got on top of the back of the pick up truck. Then I started to get up, except I couldn't. I didn't have the legs to even bend at this point. It stared at me and then opened it's mouth. Inside was no endoskeleton. Just blackness with white eyes peering out. I covered my face waiting for some sort of screeching. It never came though. I removed my arms to find the truck was moving and the Freddy was gone. It didn't seem long before we reached a building. It's front had a sign that read, Fazbear's Fright. Underneath the sign was a small, red door. The men stepped out of the truck again and opened the door. Inside was dark, very dark. The only light came from one of the occasional dim lightbulbs.

"So what do you think we'll, like, attach this thing to? Maybe some, like, rope hanging from the ceiling. It will look pretty dang cool if you ask me dude," the 1980's man suggested.

"You know I think we need better equipment or we'll need to hire a security guard to make sure this place doesn't go up in flames before this place opens in a couple of weeks."

"Yeah I know dude. I'm already on it. I found a guy who just got out of college and needed, like, a job. So I offered him up a job as our security guard," the man said. He seemed excited about that and I was as well and by the sound of it, it meant I soon would get the chance to kill again.

"As long as you pay him for his troubles and you teach him the ropes, i'm okay with a newbie working night shift until opening day."

"Alright man. I knew you'd be, like, okay with it."

"Will you stop talking like that?!"

"Like, what do you mean dude?"

"Stop saying dude and like and man in almost every sentence!"

"Nah man. I, like, grew up loving the eighties man so it just kinda stuck to me, you know what I mean dude?"

"For god's sake no i don't know what you mean!"

"Whatever man. I'm gonna go put this thing in the storage area. I'll talk to you, like, later." The 1980's man walked down a hall with me in his arms. The hall led to another hall that had a window on the left. On the right side was a vent and further down was another wall with lights in the corner. He turned the corner and I saw another door with an empty Freddy Fazbear suit on my right and the entrance to another room on my left. The man walked into the room and set me down on the desk before pulling some string out of a drawer. "You'll be good as new in, like, no time." After he said that he started to mend my torn up body. Each stitch sowing another limb together. When he was done he set me down next to a vent and walked out of the room. I soon heard shouting and the distinctive sound of a door slamming. Then the main power went out and the rooms were darker than before. I lied my head against the vent's door

I closed my eyes only to have them reopened with the feeling I was being watched. At the door was Freddy again. His eyes peering into my soul. It stepped through the doorway and approached me again. Except this time I could run. I slid into the vent and started crawling. Behind me I could hear the sound of some sort of hissing. I crawled out of the other end to the vent and I found I was in one of the hallways. I looked around and saw another animatronic. This time it wasn't Freddy. It was Balloon Boy, he looked just as bad as Freddy but he didn't have his balloons or his sign. I looked back into the vent and saw Freddy crawling down it. Balloon Boy began to walk towards me as well. On my right was a door and a wall to my back. I turned and slammed against the door but it wouldn't budge. The animatronics came closer and closer until they were right on top of me. The hissing noise was getting louder and louder. It soon came in intervals and once again I covered my face waiting for the attack. It never came and I lowered my arms. They were gone and I was propped up against the door. I had no idea what was going on anymore but I needed to find out why I was seeing hallucinations. I hadn't seen them in over 20 years after my first night at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. Nightmares had plagued me for those few weeks afterwards. Then she came and had me taken away to an asylum. I dealt with her some years later. I'm trying to remember her name, I just can't for some reason. She was a victim out of five people that were once my friends. But I can't remember her name, as a matter of fact I can't remember any of their names. All I can remember is that I hate them now, I hate them all so much.

The night seemed to pass by like it never happened. I had adventured around the building and saw empty hallways no decorations whatsoever. The vents had cameras in them but they didn't record anything on them so I wasn't worried. The thing that worried me most was if I was going to see more hallucinations. I could be going insane again and I didn't want that. I never wanted any of this, I think. I can't remember if I did or I didn't. My thinking was interrupted by the squeaking of a door and the beeping of a delivery truck.

"Almost there just a bit more man," it was the eighties guy. They must be really busy if they're coming back with brand new stuff already. The beeping from the truck stopped and there was a clanging of metal and men grunting. "Be careful guys. This thing is like ancient dude."

"Well there you go Jeremy. You got your animatronic, now can we worry about better equipment?

"Nah man. I want it to be as authentic as possible. That includes the electronics and, like noises." There came loud clanging and I could hear Jeremy flip. "Dang it man what did I say about that animatronic guys?" There was some grumbling and the door from earlier squeaking loudly before closing. There was the sound of an ignition and the truck drove off. That's when I realized he had said animatronic. I listened for any of the people that might still be in the building. Then there came a faint voice.

"Hello? Is anyone in here?"

"Yeah. Who's asking?"

"I want your name first. I can't trust you."

"I don't remember my name."

"Well where are you? Are you human?"

"I-I-I don't know." I could feel myself wanting to cry but I couldn't there were no tears to shed. My existence was completely about killing. No, no it wasn't killing, or was it? I can't remember.The only noise that escaped my mouth was crying but no tears escaped my plastic eyes.

"Crying? Okay you are obviously human."

"Okay then. I'm human. Then what are you?"

"Human. By the ways my name is Vincent, Vincent Magenta."

"Okay. Well i'm coming to find you okay. Don't move." With that I heard a long fit of coughs before Vincent replied.

"Alright." I got up, walked to the door, and left the room. I followed the halls to an arcade room where a damaged animatronic sat. His suit was damaged and revealed, surprisingly, organs along with an endoskeleton. "Rainbow Dash?" He asked with a hint of surprise in his voice.

"My name was Rainbow Dash?" I asked with confusion. "How come I don't remember you or my name?" Vincent stood up reaching at a height of about seven feet tall.

"Well I remember you. You were there on the truck 14 years ago. You told me you'd help but you didn't. Because we were separated before you could."

"Fourteen years of storage and no heat a-a-and," I stopped and slid to the ground. If I had a human body I swear I would have had spasms. My head ached and I saw things. Faces and things that I don't remember seeing. Names entered my head, like Twilight Sparkle, Pinkie Pie, Rarity, and more. I could see all my past actions and all of it was flashing before my eyes. Then it stopped at a fire with me inside and next to it stood a silhouette laced with purple colors. It was my cremation I was watching from the eyes of a bystander. It felt like my head was going to explode. Then it stopped completely and I was back in reality. There stood Vincent his animatronic face, somehow, showing concern.

"That was quite the fit you just threw," Vincent said as he picked up some papers from the floor. They were torn in many places and looked completely unrecognizable.

"A fit?"

"You keeled over and crawled to the wall. Within seconds you were destroying papers. I swear you were gonna go as far as to start hitting me. Then poof you fell to the ground and lied there for a few minutes."

"Oh," I was surprised at that. A mental fit? That shouldn't be possible, not at all. Vincent looked at me for a few more seconds before he stepped aside and sat back in the corner. He looked at his hands and his body with sadness in his eyes. He must still not like what he is. In an attempt to comfort him, I slid closer to him and hugged his arm like a child, since hugging him, as a whole, would most likely end pretty grotesquely. His eyes went wide with fear and he jerked his arm away from me. He looked down and saw me and relaxed, he let his arm come back down to his side and sighed.

"What did you look like before, that," he asked pointing at me.

"I was a female."

"Well yeah but what else. Were you tall? Were you smart? You know that kinda stuff. Like how you became what you are today."

"Well I was about five foot seven or eight. I had rainbow colored hair and I was pretty athletic. I'm not stupid but I was not a brainiac either. I had an adoptive daughter named Scootaloo and I had a lot of friends. Then it all changed when a friend made a bet with me and another friend. Do you know about the first Freddy Fazbear's?"

"That one was dead within a month. You might be referring to the second Freddy Fazbear's. That place was left to rot. So yes I do"

"Well he made a bet to see who could stay in it the longest and well they sure did stay for the longest. I escaped it with wounds that were very disabling. I was lucky to live as long as I did afterwards otherwise I may not be where I am today. Well I was later accused of murder since no one would believe me and I was sent to an asylum. Within years I had killed and killed to the point it was all just a game to me. A sick, twisted, fucked up game one of my victims had called it. Well then I got a package and I was soon in the hands of the puppet. It killed me and I thought I was free. I was wrong because I was soon alive. But I wasn't expecting what I had become. In the end I killed my friends, my adoptive daughter and even security guards."

"Well that sounds terrible. My story isn't all that different actually. Except I never was put in an asylum or jail. I walk in my tomb, I sit in it, I speak out of it, and I see out of it. My own killing spree ended with my downfall at the hands of a spring lock failure."

"That sounds amazing."

"Maybe to you but dying after so much killing just seems ironic you know?"

"Nope sorry."

"Well you might want to head back. I can hear the two guys from earlier pulling up again." I got up and moved to the door. As I left I heard him cough and he groaned before he went silent. I sat myself next to the vent and waited for the two men. Another day of fear.