FNAF: Things Are Never What They Seem (11)

Bunny

I strut out of the hospital doors like a gay man would down a red carpet during a drag show. With my hands raised, I jump around and skip, acting like a huge child. "Freedom!!~" I sing at the top of my lungs. I hear Mike laughing behind me.

"What?! You don't understand what it's like to be in the hospital for almost no fucking reason," I sigh. "Anyways, let's go update Mr. Thompson about the way things turned out with me."

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11:30 PM

"Yes Mr. Thompson I'll be fine. Besides, I've got Mike here to use as a human shield," I say jokingly.

"What?!"

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding," I push Mike's shoulder.

Mr. Thompson nods. "Very well. I wish you luck, and I apologize for the mishap with Foxy," he says before walking out of the pizzeria.

I flop into a chair. "God damn I thought he'd never fucking leave."

There was a sudden burst of laughter from the kitchen followed by a "Vincent damn it! You know I'm fucking ticklish!"

Mike and I turn our heads to the kitchen door where a blushing dark haired backed out, wielding a rolling pin as a weapon.

"Maia? What are you still doing here?" The pizzeria had been closed for roughly three hours now and the only people here at this time of night were the nightguards and maybe a janitor.

Maia spun around, her dark messy hair flopping into green eyes. "Oh! Uh, Vincent called me here to repair the stove and I just finished."

"Sure sounded like you were fixing the stove in there," I say, my voice heavily dripping with sarcasm.

Maia's pale face turned bright red, which made her green eyes stand out. She stammers, trying to explain.

"It was my fault. I kept distracting her," Vincent admits.

Mike and I both eye then suspiciously. Then I shake my head. "Okay, whatever. Just go on and have fun elsewhere. Mike and I have work to do here."

Vincent and Maia get out of the pizzeria. Their franticness causes me to laugh. Mike chuckles as well.

"Young love. It's so sweet." there were hints of sarcasm. I smack his arm. "Ouch! What? I didn't say anything wrong."

I sigh. "Your sarcasm kills me."

"I don't like Vincent. He... Kinda creeps me out. Puts me in mind of like a child molester or something."

I shake my head. "You have a strange train of thought Mike."

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1:34 AM

79% Power

"This is absolute bull shit!" I complain, slamming the door down on Bonnie's face. His eyes were just pinpricks of light again. They had been switching all night.

"Go ahead and keep that door closed. Foxy's on his way," Mike interjects, tablet in his hand.

A few seconds later, Foxy pounds on the door, making me stumble backward. "Ey! Lemme in mates!" he calls. Then Foxy laughs, a rather eerie sound. "ï̤ ä̤m̤̈ n̤̈ö̤ẗ̤ l̤̈ï̤k̤̈ë̤ ẗ̤ḧ̤ë̤ ö̤ẗ̤ḧ̤ë̤r̤̈s̤̈. ÿ̤ë̤r̤̈ s̤̈ä̤f̤̈ë̤ ä̤s̤̈ c̤̈ä̤n̤̈ b̤̈ë̤ ẅ̤ï̤ẗ̤ḧ̤ m̤̈ë̤."

I back away from the door, listening to the sounds outside. All at once everything went silent. Then the song came.

"r̤̈ö̤ṳ̈n̤̈d̤̈ ä̤n̤̈d̤̈ r̤̈ö̤ṳ̈n̤̈d̤̈ ẗ̤ḧ̤ë̤ c̤̈ö̤b̤̈b̤̈l̤̈ë̤r̤̈'s̤̈ b̤̈ë̤n̤̈c̤̈ḧ̤... ẗ̤ḧ̤ë̤ m̤̈ö̤n̤̈k̤̈ë̤ÿ̤ c̤̈ḧ̤ä̤s̤̈ë̤d̤̈ ẗ̤ḧ̤ë̤ ẅ̤ë̤ä̤s̤̈l̤̈ë̤... ẗ̤ḧ̤ë̤ m̤̈ö̤n̤̈k̤̈ë̤ÿ̤ s̤̈ä̤ÿ̤s̤̈ ẗ̤ï̤s̤̈ ä̤l̤̈l̤̈ ẅ̤ä̤s̤̈ f̤̈ṳ̈n̤̈... p̤̈ö̤p̤̈ g̤̈ö̤ë̤s̤̈ ẗ̤ḧ̤ë̤ ẅ̤ë̤ä̤s̤̈ë̤l̤̈."

"What in the holy fuck was that?!" Mike yells.

I thought for a moment. "It's a nursery rhyme... My mom used to sing it to me when I was young. Only, it didn't sound creepy..."

"ä̤ p̤̈ë̤n̤̈n̤̈ÿ̤ f̤̈ö̤r̤̈ ä̤ s̤̈p̤̈ö̤ö̤l̤̈ ö̤f̤̈ ẗ̤ḧ̤r̤̈ë̤ä̤d̤̈... ä̤ p̤̈ë̤n̤̈n̤̈ÿ̤ f̤̈ö̤r̤̈ ä̤ n̤̈ë̤ë̤d̤̈l̤̈ë̤... ẗ̤ḧ̤ä̤ẗ̤s̤̈ ẗ̤ḧ̤ë̤ ẅ̤ä̤ÿ̤ ẗ̤ḧ̤ë̤ m̤̈ö̤n̤̈ë̤ÿ̤ g̤̈ö̤ë̤s̤̈... p̤̈ö̤p̤̈ g̤̈ö̤ë̤s̤̈ ẗ̤ḧ̤ë̤ ẅ̤ë̤ä̤s̤̈ë̤l̤̈."

The singing got closer and closer to us. I instantly slam the doors shut and cower. I don't care if the power gets low. So long at whatever is singing can't get into the room. But the next verse of the song sounded like it was coming from right next to me.

"ä̤ ḧ̤ä̤l̤̈f̤̈ ä̤ p̤̈ö̤ṳ̈n̤̈d̤̈ ö̤f̤̈ ẗ̤ṳ̈p̤̈ë̤n̤̈n̤̈ÿ̤ r̤̈ï̤c̤̈ë̤... ä̤ ḧ̤ä̤l̤̈f̤̈ ä̤ p̤̈ö̤ṳ̈n̤̈d̤̈ ö̤f̤̈ ẗ̤r̤̈ë̤ä̤c̤̈l̤̈ë̤... m̤̈ï̤ẍ̤ ï̤ẗ̤ ṳ̈p̤̈ ä̤n̤̈d̤̈ m̤̈ä̤k̤̈ë̤ ï̤ẗ̤ n̤̈ï̤c̤̈ë̤... p̤̈ö̤p̤̈... g̤̈ö̤ë̤s̤̈... ẗ̤ḧ̤ë̤... ẅ̤ë̤ä̤s̤̈ë̤l̤̈."

A strand of hair beside my ear moves and my breath gets caught in my throat.

"ï̤ẗ̤s̤̈ m̤̈ë̤..."

Mike stares at me, green eyes wide. "Bunny... Don't move... A muscle."

Yeah, because I was totally going to try to move when there was something that wanted to kill me, literally an inch away from me. I don't even breath, my muscles twitch wanting action. But I can't fight if I don't know what I'm up against.

"ÿ̤ë̤s̤̈, l̤̈ï̤ẗ̤ẗ̤l̤̈ë̤ ẗ̤ö̤ l̤̈ï̤ẗ̤ẗ̤l̤̈ë̤ m̤̈ï̤k̤̈ë̤ÿ̤... ẅ̤ë̤ d̤̈ö̤n̤̈ẗ̤ ẅ̤ä̤n̤̈ẗ̤ ä̤n̤̈ÿ̤ö̤n̤̈ë̤ ẗ̤ö̤ b̤̈ë̤ ḧ̤ṳ̈r̤̈ẗ̤... ẅ̤ë̤l̤̈l̤̈ ÿ̤ö̤ṳ̈ d̤̈ö̤n̤̈ẗ̤. ï̤ p̤̈ë̤r̤̈s̤̈ö̤n̤̈ä̤l̤̈l̤̈ÿ̤ ẅ̤ä̤n̤̈ẗ̤ ÿ̤ö̤ṳ̈ ä̤l̤̈l̤̈ d̤̈ë̤ä̤d̤̈." The voice says in my ear.

"Who are you?" Mike asks. I'd never admit it, but I was glad he's the one talking. I didn't trust my voice. "What do you want?"

"ï̤ ä̤l̤̈r̤̈ë̤ä̤d̤̈ÿ̤ s̤̈ä̤ï̤d̤̈ ẅ̤ḧ̤ä̤ẗ̤ ẅ̤ä̤n̤̈ẗ̤. ï̤ ẅ̤ä̤n̤̈ẗ̤ ÿ̤ö̤ṳ̈ ä̤n̤̈d̤̈ ÿ̤ö̤ṳ̈r̤̈ l̤̈ï̤ẗ̤ẗ̤l̤̈ë̤ b̤̈ṳ̈n̤̈n̤̈ÿ̤ d̤̈ë̤ä̤d̤̈." The voice sent shivers up my spine.

A clawed hand touches my middle back and pushes me to Mike. I stumble into him, and grab on to his forearms for balance. Turning around, I look around for our attacker. But there was nothing but shadows. Then I realize that the power went out. My nails dig into Mike's arms and I hear him hiss quietly in pain.

"Sh- show yourself!" I say, my voice quivering.

"ä̤r̤̈ë̤ ÿ̤ö̤ṳ̈ s̤̈ṳ̈r̤̈ë̤ ÿ̤ö̤ṳ̈ ẅ̤ä̤n̤̈ẗ̤ ẗ̤ḧ̤ä̤ẗ̤?" The voice taunts. When I don't reply, it laughs. "v̤̈ë̤r̤̈ÿ̤ ẅ̤ë̤l̤̈l̤̈ ẗ̤ḧ̤ë̤n̤̈." The light in the room blinks back on. In front of Mike and I stood a marionette, three feet tall originally. But it was eye to eye with us due to the strings holding it up.

But this wasn't your ordinary marionette... This thing had soulless eyes and tear streaks down its face. His mouth was stretched into something that looked more like a grimace than a smile. I never was a fan of puppets, but this thing gave horror a new face. It's movements were twitchy, and almost human like. Just now did I realize that it's voice also had a human quality to it.

"Who are you, really?" Mike asks.

"m̤̈ÿ̤ n̤̈ä̤m̤̈ë̤ ẅ̤ä̤s̤̈ c̤̈ö̤n̤̈n̤̈ö̤r̤̈. ï̤ ẅ̤ä̤s̤̈ ö̤n̤̈ë̤ ö̤f̤̈ ẗ̤ḧ̤ë̤ c̤̈ḧ̤ï̤l̤̈d̤̈r̤̈ë̤n̤̈ m̤̈ṳ̈r̤̈d̤̈ë̤r̤̈ë̤d̤̈ ḧ̤ë̤r̤̈ë̤, ä̤ f̤̈ë̤ẅ̤ ÿ̤ë̤ä̤r̤̈s̤̈ ä̤g̤̈ö̤. m̤̈ë̤ ä̤n̤̈d̤̈ f̤̈ö̤r̤̈ ö̤ẗ̤ḧ̤ë̤r̤̈s̤̈ ḧ̤ä̤v̤̈ë̤ b̤̈ë̤ë̤n̤̈ ä̤l̤̈l̤̈ ä̤l̤̈ö̤n̤̈ë̤, s̤̈ẗ̤ṳ̈c̤̈k̤̈ ï̤n̤̈ ẗ̤ḧ̤ï̤s̤̈ p̤̈l̤̈ä̤c̤̈ë̤. ẅ̤ë̤l̤̈l̤̈ ï̤ ḧ̤ä̤v̤̈ë̤ d̤̈ë̤c̤̈ï̤d̤̈ë̤d̤̈ ẗ̤ḧ̤ä̤ẗ̤ ï̤ẗ̤ ï̤s̤̈ ö̤ṳ̈r̤̈ ẗ̤ṳ̈r̤̈n̤̈ ẗ̤ö̤ g̤̈ë̤ẗ̤ r̤̈ë̤v̤̈ë̤n̤̈g̤̈ë̤."

I stare at the puppet. "Connor? There was a kid at my birthday party named Connor... And that was the night of the murders... I lost my brother that night as well..." I say quietly. It was something I'd rather not get into.

"Connor?!" A voice from down the hall calls. That voice, I know that voice...

A little boy appeared in the now crowded office. He looked about eight years old, dark blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes like my father has... "Holy fuck! Jackson?"

The little boy looks at me. "Jessica?!"

The boy I was staring at... Was my brother I lost so many years ago.