Trauma (DSaF Fanfiction [Angst])

Chapter 8 - Grief

TW - Swearing (?), Murder (?)

Dave looks out the window, forlorn at the small grave Peter and himself had made for Jack. Tears forming in his eyes as he bangs his fist against the window with enraged grief. Peter comes up behind him and puts his hand on his shoulder.

"Dave....." Peter says trying to keep it together. Dave's head whips around to face him, a mix of anger and sadness written across his face. "...I...I don't know what we should do Dave. I don't know what we're gonna tell Harry or the company, I don't have any idea how to handle this situation..."

"Why the fuck are you tellin me this Phone-face?!" Dave removes Peter's hand from his shoulder.

"Look, Dave, I know you're upset, I am too. I just lost my brother for a second time and I know he's your boyfriend but we have to keep it together. Just for the moment at least." Peter turns away and goes towards the stairs. "We're gonna have to go into work tomorrow and tell them eventually..."

"Well you can go in but i'm certainly not." Dave mutters to himself as Peter goes upstairs, unable to fight back tears anymore. Dave sits next to the window, longing for the warm embrace of Jack's arms. A feeling he'd never get again.

He grabs one of the pillows on the couch and hugs it, hiding his head into the pillow. "S-sportsy...."

The next morning Peter and Dave arrive at work, both looking absolutely devastated. David walks up to greet them and notices the gloom surrounding them.

"O-oh are you two ok...?" He asks trying to be as sincere as possible. Dave just walks off towards the backroom without uttering a word.

"No, not really but..." Looks over to where Dave walked off. "..don't worry about it."

"Oh...I-i'm sorry about w-whatever happened Peter." Peter heads towards the prize corner before David taps him on the shoulder. "O-oh! I almost forgot! Harry wanted to talk with y-you at the end of your sh-shift." David gives a thumbs up. "Harry s-said it's urgent." David waves and walks out to the dining area to greet guests.

"Great...." Peter sighs and looks up at Matt in the prize corner. "Just great..." He looks out towards the car, contemplating leaving early but deciding against it.

Dave walks back out in his suit, only one thing on his mind. Revenge. Now he had lost everything to Freddy's, his dream, Henry and now his lover. His smile widens as he spots a group of kids looking lost. He approaches them in a bouncy bubbly walk.

"Hi kids!" He waves and speaks in a joyful tone.

"Hi, Spring bonnie!" The five kids answer back in synchrony. The way all the kids at Freddy's were able to speak in sync was a mystery Dave still couldn't figure out but he continues with his routine.

"Would you kids like to come to the super special party room with me?" He bounces around on the spot.

"Yes please!" The kids seem so excited and follow Dave giggling to themselves. Dave closes the door as they enter the saferoom, he giggles and speaks in his normal voice.

"Sorry kids, nothin personal." He brandishes his knife. "First rule of Freddy's and life in general. Don't trust adults who wear fuckin animal costumes all day." The kid's screams are muffled by the heavy door and their blood pools at his feet. Soaking the costume's fur in dark red as he picks up each body, placing it carefully into bags. Dave's glee is immeasurable as he brings them out to the dumpster, almost whistling as he did so. The first time he'd been truely happy in the past two days. He walks back into the main entrance of the building.

"D-dave, I uh..." David approaches him, looking at the bloodstains on Dave's suit.

"Yeah, the fuck do you want Phoney?" Dave answers with distaste.

"It's just t-that I....I saw you bring those-"

"Now listen to me cause I'm not gonna repeat myself, ok Phone-face?" He cuts David off with an agitated tone. He pokes David in the chest in an aggressive manner, causing David to stumble back a little. "You mention any of this shit to our uptight, pompous, dickhead of a boss, you won't have a head for very much longer." Dave threatens him, David slinks back.

"I-i..." David spits out.

"Got it?" Dave asks. David nods vigorously with fear as Dave pushes past him to go back to the backroom to take off the suit.

Afterwards, he heads to the office to remove the camera footage. Dave steps into the office, no sign of Harry. He heads towards the camera setup, a jumble of screens, wires and tapes with recording on them. Dave pulled out the current tape in the recorder, it was warm from the heat of the device. It had a crudely written message along the face of it, 'Surveillance tape 27/11/1987'. He picks up the hammer from the desk, most likely left there by the janitor at some point that morning. He smashes the tape, pieces shattering and flying in different directions. Dave looks down at the shattered mess, a flash of familiarity came from the fragments, Jack. Dave can only think about the moment of Jack in his arms, the shattered plastic fragments of his head scattered on the ground in the same manner. He drops the hammer and looks down, tears forming in his eyes again. Dave wipes the tears from his eyes and pushes the shattered tape into the nearby bin as he leaves the room.

"Dave, a couple of parents are having trouble locating their kids, you wouldn't know anything about that would you?" Peter asks Dave as he walked into the dining area. Dave shakes his head.

"I have no clue phoney." Dave turns to face the dining area, small kids still running about having no clue of what he was planning. The Aubergine man's handy dandy grief fueled plan.

Authors note: So sorry for the long wait on this one, lots of school work and lack of inspiration. Anyways Dave has killed some kiddins again.