Brick by Boring Brick ~ Paramore
So one day he found her crying
Coiled up on the dirty ground
Her prince finally came to save her
And the rest you can figure out
But it was a trick
And the clock struck twelve
Well, make sure to build your house brick by boring brick
Or the wolf's gonna blow it down
Foxy's words from last night continue to plague my mind.
I don't understand the dead nor do I understand what is keeping these spirits attached to earthly objects, but I do know one thing: it isn't natural.
Even a warm cup of hot chocolate with extra marshmallows can't shake the feelings of unease from me. Other than that, I felt like last night was a success.
A rush of heat blooms in my cheeks as I recall the events. I had never intended to get so close to Springtrap, both physically and mentally. What am I doing? This relationship could never work.
I bite my lip as guilt settles in.
Despite all logic pointing at the inevitable outcome of being with a possessed animatronic that only comes to life for six hours a day,
my heart pleaded that I indulge in the fluttering butterflies within my belly. I'm in way too deep now anyways. He's happier than he has been in five years and depending on me.
Who am I to shut that down? Do I even really want to?
It sounds totally ludicrous, but my brain begins to back up reasons why I should live out the rest of my days in a pizzeria with dead children and a serial killer.
After all, I've been pronounced missing. My life has technically come to an end already. Sadly, this puppy love is the exact reason everything Foxy said last night has affected me so negatively.
I'm afraid of losing something I feel so strongly for.
"And this is a Pokemon. His name is Pikachu, so when he speaks, he says 'pika.'" I've been showing Chica and Bonnie some of the latest toys.
They've seen a few kids walking around with them, but didn't recognize what they were.
Bonnie sets the Pikachu plush on top of the robotic chicken's head to which she turns her head back to me. "Pika."
Ahaha, that's not weird at all. I stifle a giggle, shaking my head before reaching for the next toy. Before I can grab it, I face them again.
"Hey, Foxy told me some strange things last night. Do you guys know anything about it?"
"What did he say?" Bonnie looks fairly oblivious. He even tilts his head out of confusion.
It would seem neither of them knew what I was talking about much to my dismay. "Well... he said something ominous. It was probably nothing.
Have you guys seen Springtrap anywhere? I haven't seen him since I got here." Even Foxy evaded my line of sight most of the time.
"It may be nothing, but I caught them mumbling about some piece of paper. When I asked what it was, they told me it wasn't important right now. I think they were lying.
" Chica removes the plush from her head, holding it to her chest as she looks down.
This puts a frown on my face. Time to confront the rabbit and the fox. "Alright, alright. Bonnie, get Freddy. Chica, come with me.
We're going to find those two and figure out what they're hiding." With that, Bonnie scurries off and Chica follows me around the restaurant.
Oddly enough, I don't hear a sound until we reach the manager's office. I've seen this room far too many times these past couple weeks.
Through the window, I can see the light of their eyes, both gold and silver, flashing in the darkness.
My hand reaches forth to grip the handle firmly, but I don't open the door until Bonnie and Freddy arrive.
They must have seen the glowing of my companions' eyes as well because they stop moving on the other side of the door.
At last, I open it up and watch as the two animatronics stand before a wrecked office. The whole thing looked as though a bomb went off in there. "What happened...?"
A scrap of something slips from Springtrap's hands before he answers. "Yes, well, I was wondering when you were going to find us. We need to talk.
" The rabbit looks over at Foxy who simply stands there. When he realizes all eyes are on him, he makes an "oh" sound and grabs what I assume is the same paper Chica previously mentioned.
"Let's handle this in a bigger space." Judging by Springtrap's tone, I'd say this was going to be heavy.
Freddy lead the way to the party room, it certainly had the most space. The stage stood empty until Bonnie went up to retrieve his guitar. It was like a comfort item for him.
For the first time in a long time, I saw that keychain Bonnie plush still clinging to his instrument, exactly as he left it. I'm mostly surprised none of the staff members removed it yet.
"I have bad news." Springtrap yanks my focus from the indigo animatronic back to him as he speaks. All the animatronics seem to listen.
It's odd how much we've all grown not fear or hate him the way we used to. I'm sure Foxy still jeers at him from time to time though. "We found something in the manager's office yesterday.
At first, it looked like nothing until we noticed the date. It's a few months old which means we have little time left."
"Just say it. What's going to happen?" Freddy shifts his weight to his right foot and rests a hand on his chin. We're fearing the worst.
Springs lifts the article and reads it out loud. "It's titled, 'LOCAL PIZZERIA SAID TO CLOSE BY YEARS END.
' Then it reads, 'After a long struggle to stay in business after the tragedy that took place there many years ago, Freddy Fazbear's Pizza has announced that it will close by year's end.
Despite a year-long search for a buyer, companies seem unwilling to be associated with the company. These characters will live on. In the hears of kids- these characters will live on.
' And this was stated by a CEO."
"What's a CEO?"
"It's a Chief Executive Officer. They supervise the business. So, basically the head boss."
Foxy snickers with an accent of disgust. "They said 'tragedy' as if there was only one. Come on, lads, we all saw this coming. This place has been nothing but bad business.
" He turns towards Springtrap, suggesting that this whole thing his fault. Mostly, it was.
If there wasn't a string of children's disappearances tied to the company, a least one person might be interested in buying these restaurants.
A gurgle of what was probably supposed to be a cry comes from Chica. She's shaking her head and hiding her face behind her hands.
"What's going to happen to us? Are we going to where all the bad machines go? We hurt too many people." Freddy pats her shoulder awkwardly in an attempt to comfort her.
Still, we can see that despite his "big brother" attitude to look strong for everyone, he was just as worried.