FNAF: Face The Music

Chapter 13: Torn And Broken

Narrator's POV

As Freddy and Y/N stood in the men's restroom with the stranger inside of the rabbit costume, they all began to introduce themselves properly, but they were unaware that someone was listening in on their conversation...

The person behind the door leaned in against the door and overheard Y/N and Freddy conversing, however upon hearing the third voice speak up they quickly backed away in fear, grabbing and pulling their hair as if to make sure if the third voice they were hearing was true or not. They were all speaking at the same time so it was hard for the person to take in the other voice, but it was completely useless to try and understand because Y/N and Freddy were speaking as well so the person had no truer way to know.

However, when the third voice began to speak about something that sent the person's mind ablaze, their insanity broke the shackles and finally made itself known. "No. They can't know. No one must know! I'm sorry you two, but you two now know too much!" The person said, running their hand down the door, saddened by what they must do to keep their dirty little secret locked from others.

"I can't believe I'm going to do this..." The person said as they sneaked away from the men's restroom, taking their phone out and dialing an 'Associate' of theirs. "Stannard? Yeah, it's me, Harewell. Listen, I think...I think Freddy and Y/N...are gonna talk. I-I need you to help me to get rid of them."

Y/N's POV

"Wait, so you're Mr.Harewell's daughter?!" I exclaimed, placing a hand on my head after Vanny revealed herself to be his daughter, well, his dead daughter anyway. "Yes. But, I didn't call you two here to talk about how or why I'm dead, I'm here because I need you two to help me to reveal to the whole city who's the killer behind my death!" She said, shaking her fist with determination.

"Still, Ms.Harewell--" "Don't start with that 'Miss' bullshit. Just call me Tammy--Vanny, just call me Vanny." She corrected herself, clearing her throat professionally as she leaned against the sink, crossing her arms casually. "Okay? But, still, why did he kill you? Honestly, Mr.Harewell never seemed like the kind of guy to do such a thing, so why kill you? His daughter, of all people?" I asked her, still trying to look past her bruised and cutup face after she took her mask off.

"Because I tried to leave him." She confessed while looking down at the ground in shame, most likely because she knew I was disgusted by her face so I finally forced myself to just get over it and focus more on the real issue. "Seriously? He killed you just because of that?!" I shouted, not believing that Mr.Harewell killed her because of such a silly reason. "Believe me, even I couldn't believe it, but that sick son of a bitch killed me because I tried to leave him after I saw what he did to my mom!!" She answered back, and Freddy and I looked at each other and then back at her, both of us were immediately interested in knowing what Mr.Harewell did to her mom.

 "If we may ask, of course, that's if you want to tell us at all, but, what did he do to your mom?" I asked her. "He killed her in cold blood..." She hissed back, looking away with her irises glowing bright red. "Jesus Christ..." Freddy gasped, and I couldn't believe it either. "He killed her because she found out what he did! She tried to leave and tell the cops about it but he killed her to keep his secret all hush-hush, not only that but I was gonna do the same thing and he killed me for the same reason!" She yelled, slamming her fist against the wall as she began to pace back and forth in front of the stalls impatiently.

"Oh god, I can't believe this...Oh my god, I-I can't, this is just too much to take in." I said, Freddy nodded as he shook his head in disbelief, "I know how terrible this must be for the both of you to find out like this. To find out that your boss, who hid behind a smile was nothing but a fucking killer at the core deep down this whole time. And trust me, I'm just as disturbed as you both are. I honestly can't even begin to imagine everything that's going through your minds right now. But now, what we need to do is get the cops here and tell them everything!" She explained as she came to us. "Of course, but how? Once the cops get here, what are we gonna tell them? That, and no offense, that the spirit of a dead murder victim rose from the dead and told us everything so you should arrest the culprit before he makes a clean getaway?" Freddy asked her, albeit with a bit of humor in his plan but with a straight face, most likely not to anger her, but judging by her response and lack of expression she didn't seem to mind at all whether his response was a joke or not.