The One Who Survived (FNAF backstory fanfic)

Chapter 13

I grab the newspapers out of the drawer and look out the door. Freddy has left, and so has Iris.
I pick up my rod and run out the door, shutting it behind me. I stop when I notice The Puppet, standing at the start of the hall that leads towards the office.
It leaps down the hall, just as Jack in the Box begins to play.
"Oh my god!" I scream, rushing towards the office. I make it there just in time to see the Puppet, strangling the guard. I bring my rod back, ready to swing, when I hear something in the vents.
I look over to see Toy Bonnie, standing by the right air vent. The guard, already dead, sits limp in his chair. Toy Bonnie and the Puppet face me.
I break out into a run, Toy Bonnie behind me, but the Puppet still in the office. I dive once again into the bathrooms, and stay there until he's gone.
I make it to the Game Area, where I'm greeted once again by Mangle.
She begins to climb towards me, but this time I'm ready for her. She swings from the roof, and I swing my rod. I hit her square in the face, causing her to fall off the ceiling.
I break out into a run towards the exit, clutching the papers to my chest. I reach for the door handle-
*CLANK*
WHAT WAS THAT? It sounded close, like right behind me.
I whip my head around to see Mangle on the ground, with Old Chica standing over her. What? Did Chica hit her?
She turns her head to look at me. I need to leave now, I fact if I don't I'll probably die, but I can't.
I eventually break her gaze and burst through the doors, papers in one hand and rod in the other. As I make my way back to my house, I can only hope Iris made it home safely.

I make it home at 3:00, and I'm to filled with adrenaline to fall asleep, so I look at the papers. Most of them are dated 1977, but one is dated 1975, weird. I decide to look at that one first.
It says that a middle aged women died at the doors of a local pizzeria. The women was my mom.
This is the only record a have of her death.
But I can't stress out about that, I have some detective work to do. Tossing that paper to the side, I read go through the others.
'Children Murdered at Local Pizzeria, Bodies Not Found.' One of the headlines reads.
Reading through it, I discover nothing new. Everything said I already knew. I toss that one next to the 1977 one, and continue.
'Local Pizzeria Threatened with shutdown,' this one could be interesting.
I skim through it, finding moderately interesting things like the fact that parents referred to the animatronics as 'reanimated carcasses.' Man that's morbid. Especially after what happened there.
Wait.
OY MY GOD.
If blood and mucus came from the robots, RIGHT AFTER the murders, could the bodies be stuffed in the suits?I shiver at the thought. Though that would explain the smell, and the blood and mucus.
Could the bodies be, like, possessing the animatronics?
"Kylie!" I hear my dad call from downstairs. I check the time, it's 7:00, holy time flew.
"What dad?" I call back.
"Phone's for you!"
I go downstairs and grab the phone, expecting Iris to answer on the other end. Instead, I'm greeted with a cold voice I'm all to familiar with.
"Kylie, I am calling you to inform you that something has been stolen out of a filing cabinet yesterday."