FNAF: Things Are Never What They Seem (12)

Mike

My head was spinning. This... Kid in front of us... Knew Bunny? I shake my head. This was too confusing.

"Can somebody please explain to me what the hell is going on?!" I yell, making Bunny jump beside me. Well all seem to have forgotten about the Marionette. "How the fuck do you two know each other?" I ask.

"He's my brother!"

"She's my sister!"

They spoke at the same time. The air leaves my lungs. "What?!"

Bunny faces me towards her, placing her hands on my shoulders. "I promise I'll explain," she eyes the puppet, "if we make it out of here alive..."

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Bunny

The marionette stares at me, his white eyes full of hate. A shiver of fear trails down my spinal cord, sinking deep into my bones.

"ÿ̤ë̤s̤̈, ÿ̤ë̤s̤̈. ï̤ẗ̤s̤̈ ä̤l̤̈l̤̈ v̤̈ë̤r̤̈ÿ̤ ḧ̤ä̤p̤̈p̤̈ÿ̤ n̤̈ö̤ẅ̤, ä̤ b̤̈ï̤g̤̈ f̤̈ä̤m̤̈ï̤l̤̈ÿ̤. ẗ̤ö̤ b̤̈ä̤d̤̈ ẗ̤ḧ̤ö̤ṳ̈g̤̈ḧ̤," Connor laughs, sounding rather demonic. "b̤̈ë̤c̤̈ä̤ṳ̈s̤̈ë̤ ÿ̤ö̤ṳ̈, m̤̈ÿ̤ d̤̈ë̤ä̤r̤̈ b̤̈ṳ̈n̤̈n̤̈ÿ̤ ä̤n̤̈d̤̈ m̤̈ï̤k̤̈ë̤, ä̤r̤̈ë̤ g̤̈ö̤ï̤n̤̈g̤̈ ẗ̤ö̤ d̤̈ï̤ë̤ ẗ̤ö̤n̤̈ï̤g̤̈ḧ̤ẗ̤."

"Connor, cut the act! You know that they had nothing to do with the murders," Jackson says, rather pissed.

Connor, still in control of the marionette, turns towards Jackson. The hate radiated off of him. Panic creeps down my spine. "r̤̈ë̤ä̤l̤̈l̤̈ÿ̤ n̤̈ö̤ẅ̤? ẗ̤ḧ̤ë̤ÿ̤ ḧ̤ä̤d̤̈ n̤̈ö̤ẗ̤ḧ̤ï̤n̤̈g̤̈ ä̤ẗ̤ ä̤l̤̈l̤̈ ẗ̤ö̤ d̤̈ö̤ ẅ̤ï̤ẗ̤ḧ̤ ẗ̤ḧ̤ë̤ m̤̈ṳ̈r̤̈d̤̈ë̤r̤̈s̤̈? ë̤v̤̈ë̤n̤̈ ẗ̤ḧ̤ö̤ṳ̈g̤̈ḧ̤ ẗ̤ḧ̤ë̤ÿ̤ ẅ̤ë̤r̤̈ë̤ c̤̈ḧ̤ä̤ẗ̤ẗ̤ï̤n̤̈g̤̈ ẅ̤ï̤ẗ̤ḧ̤ ḧ̤ï̤m̤̈ ẅ̤ḧ̤ë̤n̤̈ ẗ̤ḧ̤ë̤ÿ̤ c̤̈ä̤m̤̈ë̤ ï̤n̤̈?"

Jackson stares at Mike and I. "Bunny... Is that true? You were talking to... To Vincent when... You walked in."

"Vincent? What the fuck does he have to do with any of this?" Mike yells, stepping in front of me.

Jackson shrunk back a little, not answering. Instead, Connor answers, sounding like a child and not a demon.

"You know about the missing children? Vincent is the one who murdered them all. Your precious day guard killed five children."

His words hang in the air, heavy and bone chilling. "Vincent? He'd never hurt anyone. He was only eighteen when that happened... If he did murder children, he'd still be in jail!" I say.

"Vincent isn't in jail because he framed someone else," that was a new voice. I little girls voice. She came in, stopping by Jackson. Connor exited the Marionette, standing in front of the other two.

"What do you mean?"

The little girl sighs, seemingly annoyed. "I mean exactly what I said, dumb ass." For a little girl she had quite a mouth. "Do I need to say it slower? Vincent. Framed. Someone. Else."

"How did he frame?" I ask.

Mike answers this one. "Fritz, he framed Fritz."

"Who?"

"A man that worked day shift at the time. He got arrested about a week after the murders happened. Fritz's finger prints were all over the suits."

I was dumbfounded. How did he manage that? And why would Vincent kill the kids...? Was there something mentally wrong with him.

"I can see that you're thinking hard on something," the little girl murmurs, "Vincent managed to frame Fritz by telling Fritz to throw out the olds suit because they stunk. New ones were ordered that day. As to why he murdered the kids is beyond me. All I know is that, Vincent was the victim of the Bite."

"The Bite? You mean the Bite of 87?" Mike asks.

"That's the one. His frontal lobe was torn to shreds. He survived, but never made good decisions after he got patch up," she says.

"I'm sorry, this is totally off topic, but what the hell is your name?!" I ask rather suddenly.

The girl looks at me, her blue eyes wide. "My name is Ice Lynn Jones, but you can call me Icy," she says.

"Icy," I test the name on my tongue. "Okay, thank you... But how do you know all this?"

"PG told us."

"Who?"

"PG, you know, the guy who left the messages on the phone?"

I blink. "That's what his name is?!"

"Oh no," Icy laughs, "That's just what we call him. PG is short for Phone Guy. Well actually don't know his name."

Oh... Well I guess that makes since. "So, you guys all the ones who control the suits?"

Icy nods. "Yep. Me, Jackson and Connor control Chica, Freddy, and The Marionette, in that order. Then there's Mica who controls Foxy, and Nevaeh... She controls Bonnie."

"Okay... I have one last question for you..." I say. The thought of why Connor hasn't tried to kill us yet creeps into my mind, but I push it away. "Why were you all set on killing the ni-"

"ë̤n̤̈ö̤ṳ̈g̤̈ḧ̤ ẅ̤ï̤ẗ̤ḧ̤ ẗ̤ḧ̤ë̤ q̤̈ṳ̈ë̤s̤̈ẗ̤ï̤ö̤n̤̈s̤̈!! ÿ̤ö̤ṳ̈'r̤̈ë̤ g̤̈ö̤n̤̈n̤̈ä̤ d̤̈ï̤ë̤ n̤̈ö̤ẅ̤ r̤̈ä̤ẗ̤ḧ̤ë̤r̤̈ ÿ̤ö̤ṳ̈ l̤̈ï̤k̤̈ë̤ ï̤ẗ̤ ö̤r̤̈ n̤̈ö̤ẗ̤!"

Connors out burst scared the hell out of me. He takes over the Marionette, and a demonic laugh fills the air.

"r̤̈ë̤ä̤d̤̈ÿ̤ ö̤r̤̈ n̤̈ö̤ẗ̤, ḧ̤ë̤r̤̈ë̤ ï̤ c̤̈ö̤m̤̈ë̤!"

The Marionette leaps then, knocking me to the ground. My head hits the corner of the metal desk. Warm liquid runs down the back of my neck. My vision went blurry and I heard muffled yelling. The last thig I saw was the crying face of the Marionette. And the last thing I thought was...

This is it, I'm going to die.