I apologize for the very, very long delay this time around, but I've been dealing with some bad writer's block and a bit of depression. Personally, I think it might be the cold up here in Canada, but I always tried to push myself even though my motivation and inspiration levels are very low now.

So now I've come back with a long chapter, my longest to date, but since this is Night Five, it gets very intense and there are a few major reveals contained within. I've also seen playthroughs of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria Simulator, and I must say I quite liked the pizzeria tycoon concept of the game, and thought it was a fitting conclusion to the series. More on that in the author's note.

I hope everyone enjoys this chapter. It was quite an odyssey to get to the end. X3

Am I Supposed to be Afraid of You?

August 24 – 12:02 AM – Inside Fazbear's Fright – Hallway 4

"Tonight, I will win for sure," swore the darkness, "Tonight I will take what is mine."

The darkness drifted through the long hallway that fluttered with creepy blue light from an arcade machine. The light gave the eerie shape definition, depth, presence, and unveiled its terrifying form with fleeting flashes of clarity.

A monster metamorphosed from an innocent childhood fantasy into a living nightmare of blood, bones and anguish.

A monster seasoned with boundless sin, stewed in pure evil and served with unbridled depravity.

A monster once known as Vincent William DiCarlo.

A monster reborn as Springtrap.

Hideous from the rotted remains of the springlock suit, Springtrap continued his walk, passing the long section of the wall with the three plastic pizzas. He snickered, knowing what lay behind the almost secret door in the janitor's closet.

After murdering the elderly janitor, he'd stashed the bloody body with its ripped-out throat inside the closet and then mopped up all the blood from his killing. Springtrap knew that by now the body was rotting and the telltale aroma of death was starting to escape from inside the small space.

"That was a good kill," remarked Springtrap, looking at his hands with Wayne Broadbent's dried blood and flexing his fingers, amazed at the strength the appendages carried. It had not been difficult at all pulling out the man's entire trachea.

"I will get rid of those others when they come back here again," Springtrap plotted, now entering Hallway 5 right where Bonnie's remains hung on the wall.

"Neil... Nina... Jason... and Peter! Oh, do I have plans for all of you..." he continued, practically spitting the last name out, angrily remembering the man's insults against him, but pleased with the knowledge of what he had in store for each of them.

Then his thoughts turned back to Douglas, and his expression hardened and grew impatient. The demented bunny could hear the office phone ringing, meaning it had to be after midnight, and yet no one was answering. Douglas was not at work tonight it seemed.

"He's not here!" growled an incensed Springtrap, balling a fist, "He said he would come back! Why isn't he here?"

The office phone continued on. The way the phone was set up meant that it wouldn't stop ringing until answered; the exact same way it was done for the night guards back at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.

Springtrap narrowed his eyes into tiny red slits.

"So, you want to change the game, eh Little Dougie? You want to play outside?" he uttered with menacing softness. "Fine. But you can't hide from me, my little one. I have an eternity to find you."

With an evil snicker, Springtrap began to trek towards the exit, but was stopped by a very familiar voice behind him.

"No you don't, Vincent."

The once golden rabbit froze in his tracks and slowly turned to see the very tall, stick thin, alabaster-faced figure of Marionne the marionette standing directly in front of Bonnie's remains, the flickering dull light generating an aura around his willowy frame.

"Leave Douglas alone," the puppet spoke through his unmoving red lips as he raised an arm and pointed a twiggy finger at the homicidal animatronic.

Marionne's monotone voice, similar to HAL 9000's, filtered through the creepy corridor into Springtrap's sensitive ears which twitched upon hearing the gift-giver's message.

"Ahhh Adam... So nice to see you again," responded Springtrap sardonically, "I don't remember inviting you to this little soiree."

"Leave Douglas alone," restated Marionne, unphased by his enemy's terrifying appearance and blithe manner, "You've caused him so much pain already. Just let him go."

"Oh, it won't be like that for much longer," assured Springtrap, taking a step towards the puppet, "Little Dougie loves me, and I love him. I'm doing all of this just for him. I've waited so long."

"He's terrified of you, Vincent," rebuked Marionne, never breaking his emotionless way of speaking, "He hates you. He remembers what you did to him."

"I was helping him... I was showing him love," answered Springtrap with the confidence of a politician, "I helped you once long ago. Don't you remember? I showed you love, too... or have you forgotten as well, my Darling Adam?"

The puppet's skeletal body shivered noticeably when the toxic term of endearment pierced his ghostly ear drums with the subtlety of a loaded gun. He clenched his spidery hands into fists, but showed complete restraint. He'd had more than thirty years to master his self-control.

Springtrap blinked and then chuckled when he saw his magic bullet work, sadistically amused by Marionne's apparent, but understated, indignation and repulsion.

"What's the matter, Darling Adam?" crooned Springtrap tauntingly as he came closer, "Am I pushing your buttons? Am I getting under your skin? Or am I turning you on?"

"Do not call me that," responded Marionne with his monotone one pitch higher, "I am not your 'Darling Adam'. You never loved me. You lied to me, then you used me, then you hurt me very badly, and then you killed me."

The undead hare stopped and made an even sicker-looking smile.

"And you brought it all on yourself, boy," he condemned without one ounce of regret, "You enticed me. You wanted it in the first place… you told me how you had no friends and that I was the only one in your life who cared… and let's not forget, you came to me again and again for playtime at Fredbear's Family Diner."

"I was a child, Vincent," counteracted Marionne, "I was only nine-years-old."

"You were my child, Darling Adam," asserted his grinning nemesis, "You were mine, you belonged to me, and you knew it."

"No, I did not belong to you," came the firm reply, "You hurt me. You hurt me so badly that day behind the diner… that I saw you for what you really are."

"Mmmmmmm..." hummed Springtrap lustfully from that particular memory, "And it was so good too, wasn't it?" Then his voice grew bitter, "But you betrayed me by trying to tell on me to that idiot Scott, and have me locked up."

"It's what you deserved," Marionne said.

"But I put a stop to that," added the rabbit, scowling at his opponent, "And now here we are… here we all are more than thirty years later… all because of you."

"You will not succeed this time, Vincent," stated Marionne, bringing the subject back to Douglas Blackburn, "You are not going to hurt Douglas again."

"Ha! Who's going to stop me?" challenged Springtrap defiantly.

Marionne gave no answer, but his silence spoke volumes.

Springtrap stared at him in genuine surprise before bursting out with a cruel laugh. A crazy laugh. A terrible laugh.

"Am I supposed to be afraid of you?" sneered the killer contemptuously, his eyes taking on an unearthly purple glow.

The Marionette calmly gave his answer.

"No. Your destiny."

The bunny's dark smirk, plastered over his maw, parted with the jaws opening wider and wider, until they fully exposed the red, preserved skull of the man he once was.

"Oh my dear, sweet, stupid child… I am the master of my own destiny! You, Timmy and all the others have tried and failed to stop me!" Springtrap boasted pridefully, and he then pointed towards his immensely withered body, his host, and spoke again, still keeping the top half of his head completely retracted.

"You thought you were rid of me twenty years ago. How foolish. You only delayed me and made me even stronger! You think you can stop me, Adam? You can't!" rasped the robot ominously, "I will have what I want, I will do what I want, and there is nothing you can do about it! I always come back!"

Springtrap allowed his jaws to snap shut before letting loose another sick, demented laugh. Marionne still appeared unphased, but inside, he feared for Douglas's life, wondering if the demon before him was actually right this time.

"Little Dougie will be with me forever," Springtrap vowed, "I will have him back as he was," and then he glared and pointed a scraggly finger threateningly at the puppet, "And if you or Timmy try anything… I will tear both of you apart with my bare hands, piece by fucking piece!"

At that, the sudden noise of the heavy metal door opening in Hallway 8 cut through the tension like shears through a hedge.

The night guard was finally here.

Springtrap let out a wheezing sigh of relief and addressed his adversary. "Well Adam, I've enjoyed our little talk, but I have a game to play now, and you aren't part of it."

"Maybe we can't stop you, but Douglas will," Marionne said with resolve, to which Springtrap only laughed once more before turning his back on him and departing to torment his prey.

Marionne stood alone beside Bonnie's parts and quickly planned his next move.

"Tonight, Douglas will see that he was not the first. I have to show him..." he said to himself, casting a glance over at Bonnie's flashing eye socket, "He will see how all this madness started..."

12:15 AM – The Office

"I'm coming! I'm coming!" grumbled Douglas irately, pursing his lips at the phone's

dull ringtone pounding his ear drums.

He rested his now melted watermelon Slurpee on the desk, stabbed the speaker button with his index finger, and hurriedly threw off his jacket while he listened to what Barry had to say this time.

"Hello? Hello? Um, this is just a reminder of company policy concerning the safe room," spoke Barry with gentle firmness.

"Do me a favour, Barry. Take your company policy, shove it up your ass and pull the fucking trigger, you lowlife shit stain!" spat Douglas lividly at the pedophile's voice as he sat down in the swivel chair and pressed the blue button on the right stand to make the camera monitor swing forward.

Barry continued his lecturing.

"The safe room is reserved for equipment and/or other property not being currently used and is in fact a safety location for employees only," he explained carefully as if talking to a roomful of kindergarteners.

Douglas only half-paid attention, racing against time, trying quickly to locate Springtrap, which was no easy task in the dimly lit labyrinthine structure.

"Where are you, you bastard? Show yourself," muttered Douglas, scanning the fizzling camera feeds.

"This is not a break room," continued Barry, sounding noticeably more stern with his words approaching a warning, "...and should not be considered a place for employees to hide and/or congregate – and under no circumstance should a customer everbe taken into this room and out of the main show area."

Douglas looked up at that sentence.

"That's oddly specific..." he observed, rubbing his chin, "I remember on my third night you mentioned these safe rooms were not programmed into the animatronics or the security cameras. They were invisible to them… and didn't Neil say that he, Nina and Peter found Springtrap in the old location by the woods? The one my friends and I used to go to?"

"Management has also been made aware that the Spring Bonnie animatronic has been noticeably moved," continued Barry, the tidbit of information making Douglas gasp.

"We would like to remind employees that this costume is not safe to wear under any circumstances. Thank you and remember to smile; you are the face of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza," concluded the recording, followed by the abrupt disconnecting click of the phone line, leaving Douglas with his mind buzzing from a brainstorm.

"Spring Bonnie… of course!" realized the multiracial man, "The articles I read in the folder stated that the police theorized that those murdered kids back in 1986 were more than likely lured into a back room by a man dressed in a costume that resembled one of the animatronics. This happened during a very large birthday party, if I'm not mistaken, and nobody would've really thought anything of some children following a costumed performer. They had no reason to suspect a thing."

Douglas carried on speculating.

"Keith, Daniel, Megan, Charles and Judith would've all been killed in the safe room since it was off-limits to customers, and the noise from the party would've stifled any screams and allowed the bodies to be moved and the crime scene cleaned with no one noticing," he deduced, his attention diverted from the monitors.

Then he looked at the phone, pondering the details and theorizing.

"I don't know when these tapes were made, but they had to have been recorded in either 1986 or 1993, after..." he continued, pausing when the uncomfortable thought of his slaughtered friends came to the forefront, but then pushing on, "… after my friends were killed. I'm willing to bet that Vincent used that same Spring Bonnie suit on both occasions because he was most familiar with that one. But why did he put it on again later? There weren't any more child murders at Freddy's after 1993, so how did he end up springlocked in that safe room?"

Douglas thought back to the first set of children and shuddered.

"If Vincent killed my friends out of anger and jealousy for coming between me and him… did he kill those five other kids for the same reason? Was he abusing other boys like me before?"

"Hi! It's me,Spring Bonnie, and I wanna play a game!"

The security guard glanced around nervously from hearing the corny, childish voice. It sounded so near yet he couldn't accurately pinpoint where it was coming from, and then Spring Bonnie spoke again. Only Douglas knew it wasn't Spring Bonnie any longer. He knew it was someone else— someone hiding in the old animatronic.

"Let's be friends again, Little Dougie," proposed Springtrap cheerily in his stolen voice, "Come out and play with me, please!"

"Go fuck yourself!"cussed Douglas loudly through gritted teeth, then immediately clamping his hand over his mouth over the stupid move he'd made.

"Awww…that's not a very nice thing to say to your old friend, Little Dougie," chastised the bunny mockingly with a giggle, "I'll give you a nice, big hug and it'll be aaallllllll better! Hee hee hee!"

"In your dreams, you son of a bitch!" denied Douglas mentally, giving a little fistpump when he finally located Springtrap on CAM 08.

Spring Bonnie's distinctive shape was just barely visible in the darkness of the hallway, a few paces further back from his usual position, trying to blend in with the shadows. Douglas was hesitant to admit that he'd nearly succeeded.

He sighed and steeled himself for the long night, feeling like he was going to drop down dead any moment – the result of a constant condition of fear and exhaustion brought about over the past few days.

BZZZZZZZZZT!

Static and then no more Springtrap.

"Damn! Where'd he go now?" muttered the man, scanning through the feeds again.

"Listen to my voice, and you will find the key..."

Douglas tensed at Phantom Foxy's bone-chilling voice echoing ominously in the vicinity.

"Those things are wasting no time at all, aren't they?" commented Douglas, looking at the different screens, glimpsing Phantom Balloon boy's blackened face and hurriedly changing views to avoid his jumpscare.

"When you can see, how fast can you flee?"

"Well, I'm not falling for any of you again," he determined, pressing the 'play audio' button once, then twice on CAM 10.

No Springtrap.

"Why isn't it working?" wondered Douglas, shifting over to the maintenance panel, ignoring the shuffling silhouette of Phantom Freddy in the window and flipping up the monitor. Both 'audio devices' and 'camera system' showed they were offline with two red 'error' messages flashing beside them.

He quickly pressed 'reboot all' and tapped his foot impatiently as he counted five seconds, then eight, then ten until all systems were up and running again.

"Great! Only two uses now!" grumbled the man, opening his other monitor again to search for the zombie bunny. No sign of him.

"Be sure your step through the heart of madness..."

"I'm being real sure, don't worry," replied Douglas, not daring to look to his left when he felt the phantom pirate's presence in the room and seeing only the tiniest sliver of his hook in his peripheral vision.

He landed on CAM 07 and spotted the withered animatronic.

Springtrap stood between two very worn down arcade machines in the far left corner in a very poor attempt to hide from the camera's view since he was a good head taller than the cabinets and his glistening marble eyes gave away his exact location.

"There you are..." mouthed Douglas, glancing at his watch. It was just after quarter to one. He had a long ways to go.

When he looked back at the screen, Springtrap had turned his silver eyes up at the camera as if looking directly at Douglas through the lens, and then gave him a lascivious wink.

Douglas's stomach tightened, and he suddenly broke out into the cold sweat of rising nausea. The small gesture told Douglas that Springtrap was thinking: "I am in control. I am enjoying this little power struggle. But I am going to get you in the end."

"No," rejected Douglas with a shake of his head. "I'm going to beat you, Springtrap. I'm not going to let you get me."

He reached into his pants pocket and withdrew his camera. He'd forgotten it was in there and did not get a chance to upload the photos from last night onto his laptop, but now it just meant he would have more proof that Springtrap was alive.

"There," said Douglas after snapping a picture and looking at it to see if it came out right. Sure enough, it did.

BZZZZZZZZT!

Gone again.

Douglas swallowed, and then swallowed again before he reached for the touchscreen, but he was halted by the sudden, scary appearance of something new.

It was a face. A pallid, horrible face that stretched itself over the arcade machine's monitor directly in the camera's line of sight. But it could be hardly called a face for it was a distorted, grunge vector-styled image that looked like it belonged on a Marilyn Manson album cover, and not on anyone or anything. It underscored the insanity of the twisted cat and mouse game Douglas and Springtrap were engaged in, and it made the man's blood freeze.

"What the -" started Douglas in mild shock, only to have the monitor slam shut by itself, and then without thinking he snapped his head to the left.

PSSCCCCHHHHRRRRRRRRRRR!

Immediately he was met by terrifying mirage of burnt yellow screaming in his face with a bellows-like hiss. He saw the bib, the wide, open orange beak with blocky teeth and the tuft of charred feathers on its head, and recognized it as Chica the chicken.

Phantom Chica rushed at him with surprising speed with eyes ablaze and her face looming large in the dim lighting as if she was a starved animal that hadn't seen food in weeks. Douglas screamed as the office flashed with bright light and nearly jumped out of his chair as the avian was about to come tearing at his jugular, but she stopped just as she reached him, and vanished hauntingly with the light.

"Oh my God!" broadcasted Douglas to the empty room, "Now I have to deal with Phantom Chica too?! Can this night get any worse?!"

He darted his eyes towards the large window to check if Springtrap was there, but instead saw the distinctive shape of Phantom Freddy still shambling through the decrepit corridor.

"Uh-oh!" whimpered Douglas when Phantom Freddy ducked out of sight.

PSSCCCCHHHHRRRRRRRRRRR!

The charbroiled ghost of Freddy Fazbear jumped up out of nowhere screaming with a cry like a tortured baby in Douglas's face. The guard yelled loudly again and blindly swung out with his hands as if to slap the apparition away, but they only passed through empty air.

"No no!" yelped Douglas before opening his eyes to see if he was alone again.

He was not.

"Be sure your step through the heart of madness..."

PSSCCCCHHHHRRRRRRRRRRR!

"AAAACCKK!" Douglas hollered as Phantom Foxy, who'd teleported in his office again, lunged at him with his mouth stretched open so wide with venomous hostility that he appeared to dislocate his jaw. The assault sent Douglas careening out of the chair and his camera skittering across the floor.

"OWWWWW!" wailed Douglas when his right shoulder impacted hard onto the ground and pain raced through his nerves. He squeezed his eyes shut and grit his teeth from the agony before getting to his knees and scampering for the camera which lay next to the vent.

"Christ! Three jumpscares at once?! These things are trying to kill me! I'll never make it before dawn!" bemoened Douglas as he picked up the camera and checked for any damage.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

The red light on the ceiling flashed its warning to signify that the ventilation system was offline.

Douglas frantically rushed to the maintenance panel to check it and saw that all systems were offline: 'audio devices', 'camera system' and 'ventilation' all displayed an error message.

"Come on... hurry up!" beseeched Douglas when he tapped 'reboot all' and waited for the building systems to restart. Douglas knew that ten seconds was more than enough time for Springtrap to make significant strides towards him.

Finally, everything showed clear and Douglas closed the monitor. No sign of the corpse bunny outside.

"I gotta find Springtrap!" he realized, flipping open his other monitor and toggling through the map.

Nothing.

"The vents!" he then remembered, switching to the other set of cameras in the network of tunnels in Fazbear's Fright's walls, and spotting Springtrap on CAM 14, flat on his stomach, frozen in the act of crawling through the metal shaft.

"There you are," said Douglas to the animatronic with the savage grin and then snapping a photo of the screen.

Douglas glanced at the map on the screen and realized that CAM 14's vent contained a direct route to his office. He pressed the 'seal vent' button and waited impatiently for the door to close shut, only exhaling in relief when the green line turned red.

"Phew! That was a close one!" breathed the brown-skinned man, reclining in his chair, his face flushed and sweating with a thin film of perspiration that glossed his face.

Wiping his forehead with the back of his palm, Douglas looked at his watch and groaned when he saw it was one o'clock on the dot.

"Shit!" he cursed under his breath, "Five more hours of this hell? God help me..."

"Heh heh heh heh heh..."

Douglas went rigid when he heard a soft and hideous laugh echoing through the vent. Springtrap! He knew it had to be coming from where CAM 15 was installed, right where there was another direct route to his office.

Springtrap spoke this time in his gravelly, intimidating voice instead of the saccharine, kiddie version."Why must you run from me?" he teased his target, "Haven't you had enough?"

Even though Douglas couldn't see any part of him, he could tell that Springtrap was relishing the situation with demonic glee.

"I have had enough... but I can't stop," thought Douglas brusquely, "Not while you're still after me. Not while you're still alive."

"Don't you want this game to stop?" continued Springtrap, "You can end it right now... all you have to do is give up and come with me."

"Come with you? Hell no!" refused Douglas alarmingly in his head, pressing the button to seal off the vent in Hallway 5.

Then came the Good Guy doll voice again.

"No?" said Springtrap, clear, sweet and penetrating. "Then let's play! I am just getting started with you, Little Dougie!"

Suddenly, Springtrap laughed, a high peal of laughter, bright as bells, and then it faded into the winding corridors. But it was no laughing matter to Douglas, now he could hardly move, there was a pain in his shoulder and a constriction inside his arm in the elbow. Worst of all was when his tormentor said his old pet name. And just hearing it made Douglas feel sick inside, the same way he'd felt in 1993 in the backstage with Vincent.

Douglas's face turned scarlet, and sweat trickled from his pores. "What's going to happen to me?" he pondered inside the office's claustrophobic atmosphere, "How long can I keep this up?"

He trembled despairingly as he cycled through the cameras until he found the rabbit robot's withered arm sticking out beside the arcade machine with the blue screen.

"You can get through this, Douglas!" he told himself, his face hardening with determination."You can get through this."

He took a deep breath and prepared for what was ahead.

"I will get through this."

3:25 AM – Hallway 6

"You're getting really good at this game, Little Dougie," remarked Springtrap, lightly chuckling as he wandered from silent room to silent room. "But the odds are in my favour."

Springtrap stopped his stride when he reached the corridor with Foxy's head and peeked around the corner. He looked up at the camera and blinked when he saw the tiny red light; Douglas had already spotted him it seemed.

"Hello!" rang out Balloon Boy's voice through a hidden speaker.

The words "FOLLOW THE VOICE" blinked over and over again before Springtrap's eyes, and he felt the suit's programming activate and force him to walk to Hallway 2, but he grunted and fought against every step, straining his ratchets and servos to their limits and grinding the fragments of his human leg bones into dust.

Finally, with one loud, determined grunt, the infernal flashing text froze and then abruptly disintegrated pixel by pixel. His vision was clear and he felt in complete control of his body again.

"It's getting easier now, Little Dougie," Springtrap noted, pleased with his progress as he went back to Hallway 6. "Very soon I'll no longer be affected by this suit's programming, and then I'll finally be in complete control... just as I was during our special playtime."

Springtrap's ear and its mostly missing twin twitched keenly when he thought of the times he was alone with his Little Dougie. When forbidden thoughts gave rise to forbidden deeds. He reflected on the memories he'd played in his mind over and over again so many times whilst he was entombed in the safe room. They were what helped him endure twenty long years of solitary confinement in total blackness, and now they served to drive the former security guard to finish what he started.

"Hmmmm... playtime," rumbled Springtrap lecherously when he felt warm, intimate sensations – lust – kindling within him. The arousing fever radiated throughout the last vestiges of his human remains and saturated his robotic body with the throbbing of carnal desire. The crossbeams, the wiring, the rusty springlocks and the other metal components conducted the heat of his arousal emanating from the suit's pelvis area, right between his loins.

Little Dougie's human shape, his skin, his stomach, his back, his legs, his hair, his lips... the whole package had been too much for Vincent William DiCarlo to resist: a most enticing prospect, and one he simply had to have and to hold, to love and to cherish.

He knew he was a slave to his desires, but he didn't care. It felt too good.

Vincent loved it every time he buried his lips in the nape of the boy's neck, he smiled whenever his hands touched every part of the smooth, light brown skin, and the sublime vanilla smell of the six-year-old's soft hair only served to inflame his libido further. Vincent's only regret was that he didn't get to know Dougie in the biblical sense, as how Adam knew Eve his wife.

GRRRRRRR...

A low, disturbing growl broke Springtrap's sinful reverie, and he, quite annoyed by this, stomped into Hallway 6 and sighted the source of the noise.

He saw a hate-filled face with its mouth stretched wide and a double set of sharp teeth exposed aggressively at him. He saw its sooty red fur, the missing hook hand and burning eye as sharp as a razor, and instantly knew who it was.

"Well, shiver me timbers! It be Captain Foxy of the Pirate's Cove!" scoffed Springtrap.

Phantom Foxy stood dead center in the middle of the hall in direct opposition to the carcass-containing hare as if guarding the doorway behind him to prevent Springtrap from passing. He glared into the face of pure evil and growled more threateningly this time at the murderous machine.

"Ha ha, still getting in my way, eh?" asked Springtrap half-interestedly, "You never learn, do you... Jamie?"

At the mention of his old life's name, Phantom Foxy snarled at Springtrap, getting into a ready to pounce stance.

Springtrap only smirked. "Charles's old body suits you very well, I must say," he carried on off-handedly, making sure the spirit could hear the contempt in his tone. "I didn't think you were one to choose to remain behind, but then again, you are nothing but a little prick."

Suddenly, darkness extruded from above into a twisted mass of mutilated metal endoskeletal parts, with a distinctive pink and white fox's head and three gleaming white pupils being the only remnant of its identity.

Phantom Mangle lowered itself from the ceiling so that it hung right next to Phantom Foxy and flared its mouth open all the way, with innumerable teeth dripping strings of gloopy oil like saliva, and it hissed an extremely garbled radio signal as a clear threat to the enemy.

"How sweet!" belittled Springtrap, directly addressing Phantom Mangle, his own eyes gleaming purple, "Here comes the cavalry! I see the puppet has given you the gift of life too, old man! How's it hanging, Wayne?"

PSSCCCCHHHHRRRRRRRRRRR!

The former Toy Foxy gave its answer by swinging down from the ceiling quick as lighting, aiming its open jaws at Springtrap's head to bite it off, chew it up and spit it out. Phantom Foxy followed suit by leaping straight at him as if the old bunny entertainer was raw meat for predatory animals. However, both sailed right through Springtrap's body. They were just spirits. Intangibles.

Springtrap didn't flinch or even blink when the phantoms phased through him; it felt nothing more like a sudden wind chill. Time alone in the darkness of the sealed room had hardened him. Nothing scared him anymore.

"Pathetic," admonished Springtrap, his voice ice cold, "There is nothing you can do to me. You can't stop me from getting what's mine."

He turned and slitted his eyes in displeasure at the two phantoms, challenging his victims to speak, but both just growled with hate and rage at their murderer.

"I thought so," snorted Springtrap as he turned his back dismissively and walked towards the other doorway. But then he stopped and looked over his withered shoulder at Phantom Foxy with an expression that was almost approaching a leer.

"Anger makes you handsome, Jamie, did you know that?" he purred derisively.

GRRRRRRR… came Phantom Foxy's disgusted response.

"Let's not lose our heads now, Jamie," teased Springtrap, cackling as he slithered away into the darkness, malevolently self-satisfied, making one last comment.

"Fascinating, what they have become..."

5:05 AM – The Office

"Only one more hour to go… almost there!" agonized Douglas, tapping his foot anxiously while he sat on the edge of his seat.

The fifth night at Fazbear's Fright had been fraught with fearful tension as Douglas struggled to stay one step ahead of Springtrap, but the lapine was always dangerously close to outsmarting him, and the audio of Balloon Boy seemed to be working less and less. It didn't help matters that the system kept crashing with every two uses, stealing valuable time from him, and the mysterious Phantoms kept messing with his other systems as well.

With Springtrap spotted a safe distance away on CAM 08, Douglas reclined back in his chair and allowed himself a few moments to relax and breathe easily.

"I have to do something about Springtrap once and for all," he decided, the mere thought of confronting the demonic bunny redoubling his fear. "Even though I'll be gone after my week is up, he'll never stop coming after me... he'll kill everyone that gets in his way. I can't let that happen!"

He sighed and glanced at the old drawings taped on the office walls, the box full of the Toy animatronic shells, the new little bobble-headed figurines of Freddy, Bonnie and Chica on his desk, Freddy's mounted remains outside... same old, same old. Time inside the office always seemed to stand still.

As Douglas closed his eyes and massaged his temples, there came a low, pulsating noise. He opened his eyes again quickly. He was sure there was a sound that wasn't in the room a minute ago. It was not the office alarm, or Springtrap's footsteps, or the pattering of rain on the roof, or even a scraping of leaves outside. It was a throbbing... a swelling... a sound like a giant clock ticking away.

He put his hands to his ears, the sound repeated, still persisting and getting louder. It was the sound of his own heart thumping in his ears like a drum beaten under water.

"This place is really getting to me..." he acknowledged, shaking it off as a jet airplane made a low pass over the horror attraction.

Douglas sighed again, and as he did his heart nearly stopped when a cold metal hand grasped the back of his neck. The hand prickled all the hairs at the back of his neck and his eyes bulged in hysterical terror as the core of his mind froze over like ice.

"No!" alarmed Douglas's mind, "Springtrap must've snuck into the office somehow!"

Yet strangely, the hand didn't squeeze harder or try to yank him out of his chair, instead it just seemed to rest on his nape. Douglas craned his neck expecting to see the grinning face of the rotted Spring Bonnie behind him, but it was someone quite different.

It was a Bonnie for sure, but not the Spring Bonnie that hunted him for four nights.

This one was purple.

Bonnie stood seven feet tall from floor to ceiling, his wide purple body and distinctive red bow tie was covered with black soot as if he'd been set on fire and haphazardly extinguished. His toothed lower jaw hung dislocated to one side making him resemble a stroke victim, and the eyes in his sockets were not the warm, cherry red Douglas remembered from his childhood, they were the same luminous pearls as the other phantoms that gleamed frighteningly in the dull light.

Douglas gasped loud and slow at saw the enormous spectre behind him, and he saw that Phantom Bonnie was gently clutching his neck with his right hand. His entire left arm was missing from his shoulder with red and blue wiring poking through like severed veins and capillaries.

"AAAHHHH!" hollered Douglas when his dam of fright burst open, and right on cue, Phantom Bonnie flew straight into his face with the same intense scream as the others.

PSSCCCCHHHHRRRRRRRRRRR!

Douglas instinctively jumped away out of his seat, landing flat on his backside and adding more pain on top of his aching shoulder. He cried out and fell onto his side just as the vision disappeared and the red light above started flashing and the alarm bleeped its warning tone.

"Great! Phantom Bonnie too?!" agonized Douglas as he stumbled to his feet and rubbed his sore bottom and stretched out his right arm and shoulder to ease the pain. "Ugh! Now I gotta watch my back on top of all this shit!"

Douglas quickly checked and discovered that his audio, camera and ventilation systems were offline. There was little doubt in his mind that Phantom Bonnie had somehow managed to disable all of them at once.

"There!" he said with relief after he'd finished rebooting everything, "This is all too much!"

"I'll say..."

Douglas tore his brown eyes in the direction of the office window when he heard the spine chilling voice, and gasped in horror upon seeing Springtrap standing outside.

"O-o-oh n-no!" quavered Douglas's voice from fright as he beheld the terror separated by the thick glass. He gripped his armrests tightly, paralyzed with fear, unsure whether to make a break for the exit, attempt to ward off the animatronic with Balloon Boy's voice, or maybe even try to talk to him.

Springtrap stared at Douglas in a way that brought scores of goose pimples racing all over his skin. By now his face was drained of colour and his eyes were wide, and despite his earlier fury and desire to confront and bash Springtrap into pieces, fear had overtaken all other emotions.

The mechanical zombie's expression was neither crude nor lustful. It was an expression which meant nothing less than: you will very soon belong to me.

"Hi!" he greeted in his hoarse, intimidating voice, placing a bloodstained, ragged hand on the pane, expecting a response.

"N-no... go away!" sputtered Douglas, "G-get away from me, Springtrap! I won't come with you!"

His frightened answer did nothing to even slightly deter Springtrap, who just blinked and then chuckled lightly.

"How adorable you are, Little Dougie," he complimented patronizingly, "You cannot resist me, boy. You can't."

"Fuck you!" Douglas exclaimed in a sudden burst of anger, flipping open his camera monitor and shifting to CAM 10.

"No need to get so upset, my child," replied Springtrap just as Douglas noticed a blurry, greenish-yellow shape race past the window. Springtrap was on the move again!

The suspense drew its sharp knife slowly across Douglas's neck as he pressed 'play audio' and waited for the allurement to work its magic.

"Hi!" sounded Balloon Boy's voice, striking an inconsonant melody to the tense atmosphere.

Nothing.

Douglas did not hear or see Springtrap moving towards Hallway 1 against his will, and he certainly did not appear in the feed. Douglas pushed the touchscreen again and hoped.

"Ahahahaha!" tittered the animatronic child through the speakers.

Still nothing, except now the audio system promptly went offline.

"Oh my God! No no no!" panicked Douglas through clenched teeth.

"Heh heh heh..." came Springtrap's creepy laughter from the left.

Douglas rapidly looked at the doorway to the office and went as white as a sheet when he saw Springtrap cloaked in shadow with his twisted face, eyes and teeth glistening in the sodium light, enjoying Douglas's terror.

Douglas tried to scream, but his voice sounded all dry and cracked, and barely anything tumbled out. Springtrap sidled back around the corner with a snicker, excited to be catching him again.

Douglas seized up and his breath came in deep, harsh gasps when he heard the playful, sugary voice of Spring Bonnie call out to him.

"Hey, Little Dougie, I'm tired of all this running and hiding. Let's make up and be friends again."

He sounded just like the nice Spring Bonnie from the Fredbear & Friends cartoon. Sweet, gentle, and friendly.

"What do you say, Little Dougie, huh?"

"No way!" raced Douglas's frenzied mind as he opened his maintenance panel and jabbed the 'reboot all' button, almost cracking the screen in desperation.

Outside, he heard Springtrap laughing in Spring Bonnie's clear, childish, tittering guffaw; taunting him. He trembled when the laughter began descending lower and lower, going deeper in strength and timber until it was the raspy, malevolent, demonic tone that belonged to Springtrap. There was only one meaning behind the cackling: your time is up!

"Come on, work this time!" begged Douglas frantically when the audio system came back online and he pressed the orange button to lower the screen. "Please don't – AAAAUUUGGGHHH!"

When the screen closed down, there was Springtrap!

Springtrap was peering into the room from the doorway looking ready to pounce, his expression maniacal as always, his silver eyes resting squarely on Douglas. Douglas tried to scream, but he couldn't even open his mouth.

He sat there, petrified and unable to move, his brown eyes locked with Springtrap's cold, glassy ones and feeling as if they were steadily drawing the warmth from his body. The thick, sickly odour of blood and death came crowding into Douglas's nostrils again and he stared terrifed at Springtrap's foul sneer, sensing the ill-intent swirling within, and feeling like he was going to be steamrolled by something horrific.

The two watched each other for what seemed like an eternity crammed into a few seconds, Springtrap remained unchanging in his posture and expression while Douglas stayed glued to his seat, afraid to breathe or blink lest he captured.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

The office's alarm and red light commenced their audio and visual warnings, breaking the tense standoff, indicating the vent fans were not turning anymore. Douglas realized the other game Springtrap was playing.

"He's waiting for all my systems to go off," he comprehended, noticing the lapine's grin growing wider in the flashing light. "When I have no more defenses… when I'm completely helpless.. then he will get me!"

Douglas was scared to do anything, he knew that if he so much as looked away, Springtrap would bum rush into the office and either clock him on the head or strangle him until he was unconscious, but he was damned either way if he did nothing.

"I have to try!" decided Douglas internally, turning to his camera monitor quick as lightning and opening it, not caring whichever hallway would come into view, only desperate to get the animatronic away from him.

"Why fight me, Little Dougie?" said Springtrap over the alarm bleeps, accompanied by his footsteps clanking into the office. "You and I were meant for each other. We are going to very close from now on."

Douglas squeezed his eyes shut and hit the 'play audio' button, bracing for the worst.

"Hello!" chirruped the balloon giver's voice.

"I've got you now! It's time to end this game of hide and se-hnnngg! Fucking-Aaarrrrggh!"

The twenty-six-year-old heard Springtrap's footsteps stop at once and then heard him snarling angrily like a dog, like an animal. Douglas opened his eyes and gasped at Springtrap standing no more than a foot from his chair, one badly worn arm outstretched and reaching for him, but he remained where he was with his entire body convulsing; fighting with itself.

"It's working," whispered Douglas in amazement.

Springtrap glared at Douglas before growling and trying harder to reach for him, but Douglas had already pressed the audio button again. This time Balloon Boy's laugh was enough to make Springtrap turn around and clomp out of the office, his body twitching and trembling with resistance all the way.

Douglas saw Springtrap shoot him a very dirty look through the wide window, before he stormed off against his will, letting loose a string of colourful profanities once he disappeared from sight.

"Oh my God… oh my freaking God..." agonized Douglas, one hand to his forehead and the other pressed to the chest of his sweaty purple shirt, trying to calm down from the ordeal.

"Shit, he almost got me!" he continued, expecting Springtrap to come bolting right back into the office. "I gotta see where he is now!"

He checked through the different feeds, despite the flashing 'audio error' message on the monitor's upper left corner, stopping when he located his attempted kidnapper on CAM 05.

Springtrap was staring directly into the camera, and he looked very angry. His normally silvery-white eyes burned with red smouldering light like two hot coals, and Douglas could see a balled fist at his side. He knew that if the camera could record sound Springtrap would be saying "You willregret that, Little Dougie."

"I have to get him further away from here," said Douglas as he pulled out his camera and snapped a photo of the screen and then another before going to reboot his audio system.

He checked his watch again and saw it was 5:30 in the morning.

"Good. Only half an hour to go and then I can get the fuck out of here. I'm almost home free," he informed himself as he reopened his camera monitor and shifted over to CAM 08 in Hallway 2. "I can survive thirty more minutes here. Just gotta – wait, what?"

He paused, surprised at the strange, lanky form of Marionne the marionette standing in the hallway. The distinctive shape, the black and white colouration, and the porcelain white mask with its red lips, matching cheeks and purple stripes were unmistakable to Douglas.

"I-I saw you on my first night here," remembered Douglas, looking back and forth between the puppet in the room and the shiny mask hung up in the corner close to the camera. "Am I seeing things again? It doesn't look like the other phantoms that have been scaring me..."

He shivered. The office suddenly felt unnaturally cold.

Douglas hugged himself for warmth and he saw a tiny cloud of condensation escape from his mouth as he exhaled, all the heat was draining out of the room.

"What – what's going on?" he wondered aloud as anxiety welled up inside him.

Then as if to give an answer, his monitor abruptly swung shut by itself, and immediately after, a high-pitched, grating buzz like a bad dial-up connection or broken fax machine began pealing throughout the room.

Douglas jumped and clamped his hands over his ears in a vain attempt to block out the sound. All the lights in the vicinity started dimming on and off, and Douglas felt the surge of a strange power moving through the room. He could actually feel the air in the office warping; like ripple of heat rising from a hot tarmac. It terrified him.

"What the hell?!" he cried out, when the sound's source edged its way into his line of sight.

It was Marionne the marionette, all tarnished with soot and staring with creepy, glowing pearly eyes right into his, just like in the dream before his fourth night at the horror attraction.

Douglas wanted to run. But his legs wouldn't move. His whole body felt paralyzed, like it was being gripped by the same force that held him on the stage at Freddy's when he was six. When the animatronics cried and vomited blood and mucous, and gave him their ominous warnings

Douglas tried moving his head side to side, doing anything he could to avoid the apparition's cold, pallid stare, but Marionne simply followed him, continually blocking his vision to maintain eye contact whilst the strange garbled noise continued blaring.

The invisible force restraining Douglas suddenly latched onto his head and kept it in place, making him continuously lock gazes with Marionne. He couldn't even close his eyes anymore.

"I need to show you..." whispered the faintest of echoes from Marionne's mouth.

"Sh-show me?" grunted a puzzled Douglas, still struggling against the imperceptible hand that detained him.

"Where it all began..." revealed Marionne placidly as the glow from his eyes began intensifying in brightness, just as it did in Douglas's dream the night before.

"F-f-fredbear's... Family… Diner..." finished Douglas, mesmerized by the lights in the puppet's eye sockets, feeling like he was staring into an optometrist's tonometer.

"You need to know, Douglas..." informed Marionne as a familiar pressure started pressing hard against Douglas's forehead, trying to reach into his head.

"Know…" Douglas groaned, completely under the puppet's spell, allowing his mind to give in to the force when he realized the gift giver meant no harm and needed to show him something important. He had a gut feeling of what was coming as the office dissolved around him and the white lights of Marionne's eyes completely engulfed his vision.

"That you were not the first…."

Author's Note

Boy, that was a very close one for Douglas! Springtrap was so close from getting him, but I wonder how long will his luck last?

It looks like Phantom Foxy is actually the spirit of Jamie Morcombe, one of Douglas's childhood friends; I actually foreshadowed this all the way back in chapter 8 where Springtrap addresses the head shell of Foxy. And it also seems that the puppet gave Wayne the janitor the gift of life by making him become Phantom Mangle, perhaps so he could have a chance at seeing his killer get some form of comeuppance. Maybe there's more to the other phantoms as well?

Speaking of phantoms, I simply had to include a Phantom Bonnie. I didn't like how FNAF 3 excluded him, so I added him to the story to make it more interesting since he would appear right behind Douglas and touch his neck to try to jumpscare him. The fan made jumpscare I modeled the in-story one off of is the one made by "epicsurfingvids" on YouTube.

I also found someone who looks just like how I envisioned Barry Driscoll. Just look up "Boogie2988" (real name: Steven Jay Williams) on Google Images, and that's how Barry looks except with thinner hair.

And concerning the latest FNAF game, as I said, I did quite like it a lot and thought it tied up most of the loose ends of the lore but left a few unanswered questions. It would be nice if more things could be explained or clarified by Scott in the near future, but knowing him, I don't think that will really happen. And given the nature of things, I won't be able to fit it into this story in the way I did the first four games, but I will work some if not most of Scraptrap's dialogue into the story as how I did with two of his lines in this chapter because it is rather fitting.

The next chapter will show where the curse, the evil, of the Fazbear franchise all began, and I will say from now there's gonna be a good bit of gore, so be forewarned.

Until next time, cheers!