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Chapter 6: Revenge is So Sweet

Two days passed as you sat at home. You were still in your old job routine so you slept most of the day and lay awake through the night.

Thoughts often crossed your mind that this was James’ way of getting revenge. Revenge for what? Talking out and speaking what needed to be done? Or simply rejecting him? Anger often bubbled deep inside.

You lay sprawled out along your couch and watch the minutes roll by. Images of the animatronics being laughed at by the children and torn apart by destructive teens, was etched into your mind, making it difficult to unsee. You sighed and shut your eyes.

A vision of Bonnie crawled into your sight. He lay limp against the a wall of an old, abandoned supply closet, evident from the clouds of cobwebs along the floor and blanketed his limbs. Rips and tears lined his arms and legs. His face…was missing. Only the back of his head and the lower jaw remained. Wires and cables peeked through the black void that should have been the front of his head. A small hum – whimpering like – whispered in your ears. This Bonnie was in pain.

You jolted upright into a sitting position. Mentally, you prayed that was just your imagination getting the better of you.

You stood, making your way to the kitchen where you would pig out on ice cream. You grabbed the quirt from the freezer and a spoon and returned to the couch and began stuffing your face. You flipped through the channels on the TV, desperate to find something to get your mind off the restaurant. Nothing was on, so nothing else could come to mind.

You thought of the four characters. Bonnie with his guitar and Chica with her cupcake. Foxy, hiding out behind the curtain of Pirate Cove and Freddy on stage with his microphone. You thought of the way he had stared at you the last night you worked there.

Your brows furrowed.

Ever since you were young, you often wondered about robots and if they could have feelings. If they were alive, wouldn’t they feel the same as any human would?

Your thoughts were interrupted by the screaming of the phone.

You groaned. “Shut up!” you called out to it, but on the second ring you got up anyway to retrieve it. “Hello?” you mumbled.

“___?” a deep voice answered. It was the perverted owner of the restaurant.

“Yes?” you brightened up slightly.

“So my son has fired you a few days ago, eh?”

“Yeah.” You looked to the floor.

“Well, would you be willing to come back?” you looked up. “James’ sorry for what he said and the truth is, we need ya here.” He paused and when you didn’t answer he continued. “You were the only night guard that stayed and was willing to come in every night. We’ll raise your pay, I swear.
Just…will you?”

You thought and you thought hard. On any other occasion, you would say yes, but the fact that you’d have to deal with James held you back.

“You’ll pay me more?”

“Yes.” The desperation was clear in his voice.

“Would there be any way that I could work as a waitress as well?”

He paused.

“If I can’t then I won’t come –”

“Deal.” He interrupted, “You can work as both.”

“I’ll get paid for both right?” you asked.

“Yes, yes. I promise. So, you’ll come tonight?”

“Fine.”

He hung up and you did the same. You stared at the floor. Where did that come from? Working as a waitress? Mentally you know the main reason for that idea was to keep an eye on the four during the day.

The sun had gone down, long before you began up to the building. You opened the door and stepped inside. To your surprise and disgust, James sat at one of the tables. He stood and smiled as you walked in. you hesitated by the door, uncertain. He smiled, much like the first night you bumped into him. It was like he forgot all about the fight entirely.

You forced a half smile since that was all you could manage. You looked over to the stage. They were still as a statue. Bonnie and Chica had their head down, asleep. Freddy stared on, towards you, but never moved a muscle, or gear.-_-

“Hey, ___.”James said excitedly. “I hope you don’t mind me joining you for your shift.”

"It’s your father’s place. You can do what you want.” You mentioned, flatly.

He backed off a little, picking up on your rejection.

“I am really sorry about our fight. Tell, you what, I’ll tell my dad about what you said. We can get them fixed up.” He put his hand on your arm, moving close. Naturally, you stepped back away from him. There was something off about him tonight.

He smiled as if in understanding and headed toward the door. He pulled out a ring of keys and slid one into the lock, earning a sharp click inside. He just locked the door. He smiled back at you. “Got to make sure no one else comes in.”

You raised your eyebrow at him. Something about the way he said that sent uneasy shivers down your back. What’s going on in his head? You raised your eyes to the stage. Still no movement from the three.

“___, I’ve been wanting to tell you something.” He walked over to you once more and you backed up to keep safe distance. “I-I really like you. A lot.”

Oh God. You could see where this was going.

“Do you like me?” he almost had you cornered against the wall.

“You can back the fuck up.” You warned. You could take care of yourself for the most part, but James was a large guy. His arms were ripped with muscles and he did look down on you by a few feet.
“What are you going to do?” he mocked. “Sweetheart, I used to train in the police academy.”

Well fuck. The doors were out since he locked them shut. You weren’t Chuck Norris, you couldn't jump through the windows. The last option was the security room.

In an instant, you turned and ran. Straight back the hallway and skidded into the room, smashing the button to shut the door behind you. As you turned to shut the other door, you were slammed against the now closed door. Of course he would take the opposite hallway that you did.

“You know,” he breathed in your ear. “I convinced my father to bring you back. We do need you here. I need you.” He pinned your hands with one of his above your head and glided the other over your side. He positioned his legs between your as to not get kicked. “We can have a lot of fun, ya know. We have a full six hours.”

“Go to hell.” You hissed through clenched teeth.

He lined kisses down the side of your neck and you turned away in disgust. You pushed against him in an attempt to overthrow him but was in vain.

Your breath hitched when he began working on unbuttoning your pants. No. you were not going to let him have his way. On the top of your lungs, you screamed out the first name you could think of.

“Freddy! Freddy, help!”

James laughed. “Wow. You’re more retarded than I thought. You think an inanimate robot is going to help y –”

A loud bang stopped him and he ceased to undress you. The noise was in the kitchen. “The hell was that?” He glanced back in the direction of the black space that was the hallway.

You grinned at him. “Friends.”

He stared at you, confused. Before he could react he was grabbed and thrown off you, landing hard against the wall out in the hall and fell to the floor in a daze, a trickle of blood ran down the wall from where his head hit.

Freddy stood over him, large, furry paws wrapped in tight fists. “Hi James.” His usual cheerful voice was now a low, demonic-like growl.

“No. T-this isn’t possible!” He stumbled back against the wall in a fail attempt to get farther away from him.

After redoing your pants button, you slowly approached the bear and stood beside him staring down at James.

“___.” Freddy turned to you. “Go out to the tables.” He instructed. Confused, you obeyed with a nod, walking back down to the hall and sat at one of the tables. You could hear James shriek as he was dragged out of the hall and into the main room. He was clawing at the floor, trying to get a grip on something to get away.

Chica stepped out of the kitchen wielding a large butcher knife. Foxy and Bonnie exited the costume room off to the side.

“G. F. is ready.” Bonnie sneered down at James.

“Good.” Freddy growled.

Chica was about to hand Bonnie the glistening knife when Freddy stopped her. “No. I’ll do it.” He said taking the knife. You noticed that his eyes were soulless. Only his pupils shone like the moon enclosed in two black holes.

You stood and began toward them. “No.” Foxy stepped toward you. “Ye can’t come, ___.” He turned to Chica. “Stay out here wit’ her.”

Chica nodded and walked over to you as the three dragged James into the room and shut the door behind them.

“Why can’t I go in?”

“Freddy wants to teach James a lesson for trying to hurt you.” She explained.

“And who’s G. F.?”

“Our friend, Golden Freddy.” She smiled.

A sudden yelp in agony erupted your eardrums. One after the other, screech after scream sounded muffled from the door. Chica placed her feathered hands over your ears but you still heard every slash and splatter of liquid against the floor.

As the screaming continued, Chica turned to you, a mischievous look lit her hollow eyes. “So. You have a crush on Freddy?”

Oh God. They did hear the conversation that day. You turned away to hide the growing blush. “That was only when I was a kid. I grew out of it.”

“Mmm-hmm.” She laughed, completely unconvinced.

“Did…did he hear?” you asked, quietly.

She nodded. “Don’t tell him I told you, but he really likes you, too.” You looked up at her.
“You’ve always been his favorite among the children that came in. and even after you stopped visiting, you were still the only child he cared about.”

You smiled. So he did actually care for you.

The sharp crackling and splintering of bone mixed with the sloshing of liquid almost made you physically ill. James’ screams had ceased at that point, but the crunching continued.

Minutes felt like hours in the silence before the creaking of the metal door echoed out and the three robots stepped from the room. Your eye were immediately drawn to the deep crimson liquid that dripped along the fur of their bellies and muzzles. Freddy was the worst.

There was an awkward silence between the five of you.

“Well, I guess we better clean up.” Bonnie spoke up, motioning to the blood-soaked fur.

“Aye.” Foxy nodded.

As the three headed into the kitchen to wash off the blood in the large sink, you stared down at the paw-shaped bloody tracks.

“I guess I better clean this up. There’s a mop in the costume room, right?”

“I wouldn’t go in if I were you, ___.” Chica warned.

“I’ve handled gore before, Chica.” You smiled reassuringly.

You entered the room and noticed the figure slumped on the floor in the corner. The sharp stench of death slapped you in the face and you recoiled immediately. The suit on the floor was an exact replica of Freddy only one major difference. The fur was a yellowish-gold. The body itself was bloated, much more than a regular suit with the endoskeleton. Deep red lines mapped out along the face originating from the empty eye sockets. You knew just from the evidence, you were staring at the remains of James.

Turning away, you quickly grabbed the mop along the wall and exited the room. Chica already had a bucket full of water waiting for you. “I thought I could get you this a while.”

You smiled in thanks as you soaked the mop and began moving it about the floor.

“So do you guys do that to everyone you don’t like?” your eyes were fixed down.

She didn’t respond right away. “…..Yes. That and all the night guards that worked here.”

“Why didn’t you guys wake up after I came? Was it because James was here, too?”

She shook her head and her eyes immediately darkened. “We knew what his plan was. Shortly before you came in, he came up on the stage and started talking to himself, going over what he was going to do. While he was talking….he was turning off our “free-roam” setting, so we couldn’t move if we tried. He forgot to turn off Foxy, so after he chased you back to the security room, Foxy turned us back on.”

You nodded, letting all of this information sink in as you continued to mop up the evidence of the crime. Did he know they were alive? Is that why he turned off their “free-roam”? So they wouldn’t interfere with his plans?

Minutes later, the three other animatronics came from the kitchen, entirely blood free. Only the fur seemed darker from being wet.

Freddy walked up to you. “Where did you get that mop?”

You motioned with your head to the room. “In there.”

His gaze shifted to the chicken. “You let her go in there?” his voice hardened.

“Don’t blame, Chica.” You defended her. “She tried to stop me, but I went in anyway. This needed to be cleaned up.”

“You shouldn’t see stuff like that.” He scolded you like you were five again.

“I’ve seen gore before, Freddy.” You glanced up at him. “It doesn’t bother me. I’m not a little kid anymore.”

That caught him off guard. He paused before looking to the ground and slouching slightly. “Right.” And walked away.

You stared after him, regretting making that statement, but continued into the room to finish the mess in there, trying your best to avoid the large human-stuffed bear.

After a whole, haft hour of your back screaming as you swabbed every last hint of crimson off the tiles, you put the mop away and dumped out the watered-down bloody bucket, and returned to the floor.

By that time it was already 5:30. How time flies when you’re havin’ fun. You could see a faint shimmer of sunlight along the horizon.

You took a seat at the same booth as Chica. Bonnie and Foxy sat on the floor around you. Freddy stood off to the side.

“So,” you began. “I don’t know if you guys heard, but I got a job here as a waitress, as well as night guard.”

“Really?” Chica perked up.

You nodded. “James’ father spoke to me on the phone this morning and told me he wanted me to come back to work, saying James was sorry.” Freddy huffed. “He promised me another job here if I came back.” You chuckled. “He said I was the only night guard that was willing to stay. Now I know why.”

Time was running out before the employees would start filing in and customers would be pulling up.
The three began heading back to their posts on the stage and Foxy disappeared behind the violet curtain.

You grabbed Freddy’s arm, halting him. his eyes bore down on you like two, full moons.

“I just wanted to say…thank you…for saving me.” Quickly you stretched up on your toes and kissed his muzzle.

He stood stunned for a moment, his mouth gapping slightly. “You’re welcome.”

In the distance, the faint crunching of tires on pavement and gentle hum of car engines made you both break eye contact. Employees were pulling into the parking lot.

You turned back to him. “You better get back on the stage before they see.” He nodded and turned, but stopped. “I want to thank you, too.” He started. “It’s nice to see old friends again.” and with that he returned to the stage and assumed the position.

You turned and walked through the door.

As you walked out to your car, you tried to hide your wide beam of a smile from the passer-byers.