It's Time to Die

The sound of a metal door opening echoed down the hallways of the building. There was the sound of grumbling and keys rattling as heavy footsteps struck the floor. Every so often the footsteps would stop and there would be a few coughs before the footsteps continued. It felt like forever before I found out who it was. A human came into view. He had a light shave and a heavy coat. He looked old nearly in his fifties. His eyes were droopy while his mouth stayed open. By the looks of it, it was to allow more air into his systems. He must be the day guard because he wore a security hat on his head. He sat down on a chair that swiveled with two folded back panels on either side. He flipped between the two panels, his eyes content on the left panel. After a few minutes his expression became worried and he brought the panel down. He went over to his left and brought the second panel up, tapping on it. There came three short beeping noises and then he flipped the panel down and went back to the other.

I could hear metallic foot steps echoing throughout the building. Each time getting louder and louder. The old man tapped the panel and the sound of a child saying hi rang through the building. The footsteps stopped for a few seconds before continuing, except they got quieter. The man tapped the panel again and this time the sound of laughter echoed throughout the building. The footsteps got quieter once more, the man became more confident. Until he heard banging, in the vents.

"Damn thing, so fucking persistent," the old man grumbled," go fuck yourself!" As if in response the banging continued getting louder and louder. From the door way Vincent appeared, animatronic suit and all. He brought his finger up to his skeletal mouth, giving a, slightly quieter than usual, shush. The old man became even more worried realizing he couldn't find what he was looking for on the panel. Then Vincent tore the man out of his seat lifting him up by the shoulders and throwing him to the ground. The old man stumbled to his feet, oddly enough he looked stronger than he seemed. The old man tried to do something to fight back but nothing was working, he punched, kicked and clawed at everything. Vincent stood there laughing, sort of, it was more like a cough than a laugh. Then he grabbed the old man's neck and head and threw him against a wall, face first. Vincent picked the old man up again and began slamming his face into the wall. The man struggled for a few minutes before he couldn't keep it up. His hands slid away from the wall and a loud crack was heard. The old man went limp and Vincent dropped the body to the ground. Blood seeped out of the old man's forehead and his neck had been bent the wrong way.

"No witnesses," Vincent, said as he walked out of the room. I followed him back to where we met last night. He stood in place starring into an arcade game screen for a few seconds seemingly lost in the black screen. "Do you remember what it was like," Vincent asked, continuing to stare at the screen.

"I don't know," I replied," i'm not sure what you mean by that."

"Do you remember the last thing that went through your head before you died?"

"No. Why?"

"Because I do, and it still does. I don't go one day without thinking about what might've happened had I not done what I did."

"Which was?"

"Murdering children. Five children to be exact."

"Well i'm sure it may have been very different."

"I bet you don't know what it feels like to still be living. I'm alive, sorta."

"Well i'm not so I guess I don't know what it feels like to be in your place. But how did you end up being trapped in that suit."

"It's a long story that started years ago. You really don't want to listen."

"No I do. I told you my story so now you can tell me yours."

"I'm not sure I want to."

"I'll listen. I promise. I won't laugh at you, or run off in disgust."

"Fine. I guess it would be nice to share it, maybe you can help me cope with this whole animatronic thing afterwards."

"I promise I will." Vincent sat down in front of the door way and looked at me. His smile covering his true feelings. He motioned for me to sit next to him, so I did. He sat there for a few more seconds before he toke a deep breath.

"Thank you Vincent and Scott, we're glad to know you two could be a part of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. Vincent you'll be taking the day shift," the manager said. His hair was cut short with side burns and some fat on his chin. He was a bit heavier than his chair could handle causing it to creek loudly everytime he shifted his weight. On his shirt was a badge that said manager and under it was a name tag. Scott Cawthon sat next to Vincent. His hair was neatly combed over to the left with a light shave. He wore a shirt and tie with a black belt and pants. "And Scott i'm stationing you as our night guard's advisor. Make them feel safe every night. After our last incident rumors are spreading and I don't want this place without a night guard. We could be filed for lawsuits."

"Can do Mr. Johnson. I'd be glad to keep this old place up and running," Scott said with enthusiasm.

"So when do we start," Vincent asked.

"Tomorrow Mr. Magenta. I just got done firing an employee who was raping children in the back room," Johnson said shaking Vincent's and Scott's hands. "You'll be receiving your uniforms some time today. I'll be looking foward to seeing you two tomorrow."

"I have a feeling it'll be a surprisingly quiet day tomorrow," Vincent said as he opened the door to leave. Scott walked out of the room before him with haste. Before Vincent knew it Scott was halfway down the hallway. Vincent looked around the hall at all the children drawings. He was going to have a great day tomorrow, and he knew it.

"Well let's get down to it then," Vincent said to himself. He was in the back room inspecting himself. He had been recording some of Scott's messages to other employees. One of them being about a suit that doubled as an animatronic. He had just thirty minutes to do what he had planned. He had to make them count. He smiled as he slid the mask on over his head. Then he walked out of the backroom and into the main party area. Children went silent as they stared in curiosity at the appearance of another animatronic. The other animatronics seemed to glare at it. Vincent chuckled he just needed children. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a child sitting in a corner. He seemed more interested with a balloon than anything.

Vincent walked up to the child and poked his shoulder. "Hey hey kiddo," Vincent said," I have a special surprise for you. But I need to get the others for their special surprrise as well. So how bout you go into that room over there and wait for me okay?" The kid looked up with fear for a few seconds but, reluctantly, went to the back room. One down four to go. Vincent went around some of the tables poking children on the shoulder and asking them to meet him in the back room. Each one would hesitate before walking into the back room. He followed the last child inside and shut the door. With a smile he took the mask off. The children's faces became worried as Vincent began to pull a pocket knife out of his pockets. Each child began to cry, but outside noone heard them. Freddy and Co. Were to busy entertaining them. With each kill Vincent became happier. It felt so good to feel the blood rolling down his hands. He looked at his watch to see he only had two minutes to return to his station. Vincent removed the suit and threw it aside. He heard a metallic crack but didn't stop to find out why. He went back to the security office and dialed 911.

"Hello, police," Vincent said, he's been practicing this part all week," i'd like to report five missing children."

"Hold on sir we'll be there immediately. Just remain calm and evacuate the building." Vincent hung up. To ensure he didn't get asked any questions. He pulled out his pocket knife and cut the cord.

"We found the bodies Johnson. They were in the backroom near an animatronic suit. We're going to have to take in the employee who uses it for questioning," A police officer said.

"Why does this happen. The moment I get rumors hushed up a new one starts or something terrible happens," Johnson said as he turned around.

"Don't worry sir the place isn't closing down anytime soon. I hope," Scott said as he patted him on the back.

"No we will. I'm sure of it. Tell the night guard this is their last night and pack up your things."

"It truly is a tragedy. Knowing that this place must close down," Vincent said," I was having so much fun." Vincent knew that he'd be able to get a job at another Freddy Fazbear's Pizza and start again.

"We all were Vincent, we all were," Scott said as he walked back to his phone and recorded a message.

"Hey, um we're closing down and management wants you to stay for the final night. After that you can head home with your paycheck and um rest. I'm sure it's difficult after all the stuff that's been going on at night but one more night is all we ask. Thanks and good night." Scott hung up and put his coat on. "It was nice knowing you Vincent. Hope we can meet sometime in the future." With that said Scott walked out of the room leaving Vincent with the animatronics. It didn't take himself much longer to pack up and leave. He threw a few papers and knick knacks in his suitcase before he left the security office.

The room was empty besides a suit. A yellow rabbit suit decayed from years of misuse and now it was going to be used one more time. Vincent stepped up to the suit and touched it. Suddenly the sounds of whispers echoed in the room. He turned around and came face to face with a glowing, crying, skeletal, child.

"After years of waiting you returned here, to us," the whispers echoed.

"No you shouldn't he here. I'm alone. I'm just imagining you," Vincent said as he closed his eyes. He opened them again to find the child was still there.

"You came back to your doom. We now will own your soul." Vincent ran around the child to get out but four more blocked the exit. So he ran to the other side of the room. The child turned around and floated towards him. Vincent ran to the other side of the room again trying to think of what to do. The child followed him again and Vincent ran to the other side of the room. Then he remembered about the suit. He ran past the child again and slid into the suit.

"Ha ha. You can't get me now. You can't hurt me at all," Vincent laughed. Then he felt a sharp pain in his back that grew into a burning sensation. It started spreading throughout his body. Then there came the sound of metal striking metal and Vincent felt as if he were being squeezed. Blood seeped from his eye sockets and mouth dripping to the floor and inside the suit. Suddenly he heard a loud splat and he felt as if he had just been popped open. He looked down to see his guts spillover onto the floor. He shuddered as his legs buckled and he fell forwards. As time passed the pain stopped and he slid into a sitting position. The children were gone and he felt light headed. He closed his eyes slowly as he lost conscious.

"And the next thing I knew I was in that truck," Vincent sighed. His hands covered the eye holes of the mask and he went quiet.

"Wow. That sounds terrible," I said. I stuck out an arm to touch him but he moved away. Fear was in his eyes for a few seconds. Then he settled down again breathing heavily. It must have been late because the main lights had gone out. We were left in semidarkness alone. Another night of emptiness. Only Vincent and I to keep each other company.