The events of the convention, Volume Two

Chapter Seven - Sunday

The restaurant was silent.

The performances were done, the guests had left, the janitors had completed their duties. The only part of the place that exuded any noise was the security office.

Good work, bitches. Maybe I should give you all a little treat, hmm?

Five pairs of eyes glared at the night guard, as if trying to burn a hole in his skull. He laughed uproariously. Oh, you want to hurt me, I know. But you can't. Long as I've got this doohickey - He held up a small remote - You gals can't do shit to me, and I can do whatever I want. So, about that treat...

CRASH

The sound of breaking glass echoed through the building. Breaking off his current flirt session, the guard looked at the cameras. The glass that normally held a fire axe was broken, and the weapon was nowhere to be seen.

Dumbass kids, breakin' in here. Don't they know this is my slave harem building? They come in here, I'll teach them a lesson.

Ba da da, da da da, da da da, da, ba da, da da...

What the hell was that?

Ghostly singing bounced through the halls, from a voice that was different, but still recognizable. The animetronics looked at each other, hoping. The guard growled and pointed the remote at Foxy. You! Go find whatever's out there, and bring it here like a good little dog!

Foxy growled, but had no choice but to obey and left the room.

Ba da la da dum, ba da la da dum, ba da la da da dum...

As the vixen moved through the cameras, they started filling with more and more static. A message popped up, obscuring them entirely, saying "Please stand by".

It's nine o'clock on a saturday...

When the cameras returned to normal, Foxy was gone. There was a figure standing in the middle of the main stage.

Regular crowd shuffles in...

They were holding a fire axe.

There's an old man sittin' next to me...

The guard pointed the remote at Freya, slightly worried. You. You go.

She went.

Makin' love to his tonic and gin...

Like before, the cameras went to static, "Please stand by" obscuring any view.

He says son can you play me a memory...

This time though, there was a scream. The cameras turned back on, and Freya was nowhere to be seen.

I'm not really sure how it goes...

The figure was in the dining room now, tables scattered in his path. The guard pointed the remote at Ballora, who went.

But it's sad...

Camera static.

And it's sweet...

"Please stand by."

And I knew it complete...

Scream.

When I wore a younger man's clothes...

The cameras flicked back on. Nobody but the figure, now in the east hall, staring at the camera. Its eyes were dead and cold. The guard, panicking, shut the doors. Baby, all alone in the room with him, smiled. She knew this song, and if she was to die, thinking of the time she first heard it was a good way to go.