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Hawks woke up, to the feeling of being watched. He glances over to the alarm clock As the red blinking numbers illuminate the room.
‘12:30am’
Hawks groans and tries to go back to sleep tossing and turning, trying to get comfortable but no matter how hard he tries the lingering sense of dread fills the room.
Something is watching him. Hawks glances at the clock again and has to do a double take “wtf” he mutters
‘1:11am’
40 fucking minutes passes in the matter of seconds. Hawks turned again and nearly shrieked, a young child;he looked to be around the age of 4 or 5, stood near his bedside, the boy's frontal lobe was mutilated, bits of stringy soggy pale brain matter seeps out the gaping wound, half of his face looked mutilated as if sharp teeth grinds against the skin tearing it and revealing the muscle The child's eyes dangled slightly past his chin, hanging on a thread of nerves that no longer serve a purpose Hawks wonder if the child’s death hurt. Although getting your head mauled on my robotic bear sure sounded painful.
“You got a little something there” Hawks retorted. He couldn't help but joke. Yes, it may be an asshole move in context. But waking him up at one in the morning for six nights straight isn't all that nice either.
The child doesn't react though. Hawks gets out of bed and nearly forgets to cover himself up. He was so tired last night that he slept completely naked. Hawks covers himself and shoos the boy, who looks down at the floor, causing the pale,stringy brain to seep out of the boy's mutilated cranium and onto the floor with a disgusting wet plop.
Hawks barely has a reaction to the scene besides a cringe. After getting dressed he picks up the mess and shoves it back into the gaping wound, it feels like organic rubber and chewed up gum, And the smell is unearthly like a phantom scent. After a few minutes of trying to fit the brain back into the kid's cranium,hawks finished. The job is sloppy and half assed but it will do.
Hawks wondered how the kid could function without a working brain but everytime he asked he was met with a simple nod so he stopped asking“So what’s the side quest this time, bud?” Hawks asks, despite knowing he wouldn’t get an answer. He never did get a verbal answer.
Hawks reaches a hand out to the boy, slightly surprised when the boy accepts the hand and the two walk out of the house and towards the abandoned pizzeria where the nightmares and horrors still reside. The two walk in silence and Hawks has to stop a couple times because the child kept getting distracted. Hawks tries to act annoyed but deep down he can't help but find the kid adorable.
The kid never deserved the fate he had. He deserved a loving family, a good,long and fulfilling life. Not being forced to roam the earth because of his fathers misfortune.
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When Hawks and the crying child arrived at the pizzeria, Hawks sighed dramatically, looking over to the dead child as if he would acknowledge Hawks' theatrics. He didn't. Instead, he disappeared, leaving Hawks and his bitchy persona by himself.
Hawks walked into the pizzeria, which smelled post apocalyptic. He follows the scent to the storage closet. There in the far corner a mutilated corpse lies,no more than a sac of skin.Hawks presumes that the corpse likely belonged to a scavenger or scouter looking for a place to camp out.Unfortunate to say the least.
Hawks heads to the security office where he finds the cameras stuck at a certain time. Most likely the time the scooter died. Hawks sits at the desk and rewinds the footage.
11:00 pm Wednesday, Night 3. The man broke in
12:00 am Thursday, Night 3 the man hears a laugh but chalks it up to the drugs
12:30 am Thursday Night 3 the laughs get closer, the man becomes weary
12:45 am Thursday Night 3 the man sees freddy in the cameras and quick thudding
1:00 am Thursday Night 3 the man somehow spots foxy charging for the door at the nick of time and closes it.
2:00 am Thursday Night 3 the man freaks out and tries to keep the doors closed the whole night
3:30 am Thursday Night 3 power runs out
4:00 am Thursday Night 3 the man runs right to the storage closet where golden freddy happened to inhabit.
Time of death 5:45 am Thursday night 3: the man's death took approximately an hour and 45 minutes. Golden freddy grabbed the man by the hair pulling off his scalp as it shoved its rusty,organic hand down the man's throat tearing his esophagus, as it took out the man's organs one by one keeping the man alive until he was nothing but a writhing sac of skin.
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“What the fuck.” Hawks muttered out loud. The murder wasn't what freaked him out, it was the fact that Cassidy or the crying child were not in control but a different soul one hawks hadn’t met before. As hawks analyzes the security footage he sees a smudge; fingerprints. It looks to be that of a childs but none of the missing kids are able to touch the security cams let alone HAVE a fingerprint.
Hawks walks out of the security office and to every room with a camera in it and just as he suspected, the fingerprint had somehow fazed through the camera and marked itself in the one in the security office. As hawks inspected the storage room he sees Cassidy who is arranging the dead man's organs in separate coordinated piles.
Hawks sighs and goes to ruffle the kid's hair but remembers half her head was cut vertically, so he decides against it. Unlike the others Cassidy is one of the more intelligent ones despite having the mentality of a child still. Her intellectual level is that of many years but her mentality is only that of 12 or what she likes to consider ‘a big girl’.
Cassidy looks over at the hero and somehow begins to speak despite her mouth being split along the middle along with the rest of her features. “ I assume you seen the footage?” Cassidy asks.
Hawks nod, “do you happen to spot the yokai?” Hawks asks Cassidy who shakes her head ‘no’.
Hawks hummed in acknowledgment. “ Well I have to head to work but I'll come back tonight and we’ll try to find this lost soul together,” hawks says as he heads for the door. Cassidy nods before going back to play with the dead man's entrails.
Broken record: Strange encounter with the golden bear
Hello, if anyone is listening to this my name is [redacted]. I’ve been a morning guard at [redacted] for about a week and things have been strange. Maybe it has something to do with that one incident I heard the other workers talking about. Something about a prank gone wrong resulting in the building being closed down. I read more about it and all I gotta say is, what the fuck.The building still needs a night guard but only for a week the position requires little to no experience. All you have to do is follow certain protocols to the tea, and check the cams every now and then.for every night you complete your pay will increase and as soon as you finish the 6th night 8,000 dollars will be mailed to you the morning of,what a steal!.
(Continued)
Why did I apply for this job, why why why, it's the last night and I keep seeing a golden bear there is no record of a golden bear, Fred Bear was dismantled.
I think I'm gonna die, I hear growling coming from the belly of the animatronic and chica and Bonnie keep going into a ‘removal mode’ they don't seem to be abnormal, it's like some sick fuck programmed them to kill, this place is for kids. these things aren't for entertainment there a fucking lure a bunch of worms on a hook and the kids are the fish.
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I have 3 hours left until I can leave and chica and Bonnie are going haywire, the doors are holding them back but it takes a lot of power. It's 4 am and I'm at 20% and the growling is getting louder.
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I know what the golden animatronic is now. I know the truth, they are lying, the bite incident. It was just a distraction to hide something bigger. This place is hell the owner is satan.william is Satan. And golden Freddy was the first and will be the last. The stomach has a mouth, I can feel it ripping and tearing at my skin pulling it off my body like an excited kid on Christmas Day, its bear trap like teeth,tears into my muscle crushing my bones until it's grains.It hurts but I can't scream, I see someone else in the room l it's just a neutral figure darker then the shadows, and has two pinprick orbs for eyes that looks as if it were separate entities itself. should experience. As I continue to stare at the two spirits a wave of peace and sorrow washes over me as the begins to leak black and red liquid from his eyes. “I'm sorry” a small voice whispers, I try to tell the child that it's okay and that it wasn't his fault but my vocal cords were far too damaged to speak as the golden bear removes my innards leaving me an empty, lifeless, pathetic skin suit.