Five Nights at Freddy's

10. ''It's Them...''

Mike's Honda Accord parks on the corner, breathing new life onto his driveway. Mike removes his keys from the ignition, taking a minute to rethink what just happened an hour ago. So, these things... or whatever you want to call them are possessed by children who were killed way back in the '80s? Was this what Vanessa was talking about before cutting off? Dead children? God, it sounded even more insane in his head.

Mike turns his attention to his sister. Abby was fast asleep, her head was resting on a pillow that was against the car door. 'What am I going to do with her?' He thought.

Upon Mike carrying her asleep body back into her bed, he made sure she was snuggled up tight. "There you go." After doing that, he takes a seat in her chair, taking a break from all the thinking he had to do upon getting here. Sitting in silence for a second, Mike began to look around her room until his attention was set upon Abby's recent set of drawings she left on the desk.

He notices the drawings weren't just any normal ones a child would draw. Instead, there were five children all sprung around the paper and they weren't just any children either. They were the children he saw in his dreams, from the bunny ears, top hat, the hook in one of the kid's hands, and the bib, they were indeed the same ones. "It's them."

Mike begins to look at each one, examining them in their entirety, it was the same five kids on every single one and they weren't stopping. That is until he stops upon a drawing he instantly recognized but not sure how Abby was able to get the exact detail down.

A few hours later, once Abby was awake, she was practically starving. Lucky for her, it was around lunchtime, so she was going to get her wish. Throwing together a grilled cheese and tomato soup combo, she was practically devouring it in seconds. Jeez, he knew she didn't have breakfast but there's no way Abby was that hungry. "Hey, Abby, um, we need to talk about last night, okay?

"Um..." Gaining her attention, she puts what's left of the grilled cheese sandwich back onto the plate, staring at Mike for whatever he wanted to talk about. "So those, uh, those... machines..."

"My friends?" Abby said, interrupting her brother.

"Your friends." He said, correcting himself. "Um... are they...?"

"Ghosts?" Finishing his question, before he had time to actually say it.

"Yeah." Mike said, a little bit relaxed that she finally got what he was trying to say.

"Of course." She responds, rather sarcastically. "How else could they make the robots move?" Bringing in a bit of sass, before getting back to her sandwich.

"Right." He said, surprised at her tone but found it better to be patient with her rather than go off on her.

"Can I have some more soup?" She asked in a gentle tone, her attitude taking a one-eighty from what it was moments ago. "Yeah, sure." Mike looks at the bowl, noticing how little was left before getting up to make some more from out of the can.

"Hey, Abs." Upon putting the saucepan of tomato soup back onto the now-lit hob on the stove, he begins to ask a question. "You know we used to have a brother, right?"

"Garrett." In response, Abby gulps at the mention of her other brother. The one that went missing a few years before she was born. "I don't... I don't really talk about him very much."

"Neither did Mom or Dad." She added. The uncomfortable silence was worse for the two than they could ever imagine. Finally, Mike stood up against the silence, not liking how awkward this conversation became. "Yeah, it was hard for them."

"It's hard for me, too." He continued, talking about it was never easy for him. But she has to know. No, she needs to know about what happened. Especially since she knows about this. After a few seconds, Mike handed a piece of paper to her.

Unfolding it, she takes a closer look at the paper. Instantly recognizing it to be a drawing of her brother being taken in a car. "C-Can you explain this to me?"

"You... you drew that, right?" Abby nods but looks confused on how she drew it. She can't remember ever actually drawing it but who else would, her brother? "Okay, and... and-and you know what that is?"

Mike points his finger at the picture of what could only be presumed to be Garrett getting taken away. Abby looks at Mike, feeling like she did something wrong before giving him a quick nod. "Hey, hey, it's okay. Okay?"

"I'm not, I'm not mad." He says, in a gentle voice, putting his hand on her lap to reassure her that everything is fine. "I won't get angry at you. But I really need you to help me understand, please."

Upon feeling comfortable enough to speak, she begins to explain what's in the picture. "That's when Garrett got taken." Abby speaks in a soft, gentle voice. After hearing those words come out of her mouth, Mike was taken aback. How did she know that? He couldn't remember ever telling her this, not even their mom or dad ever spoke this information out to her. "Abby, who told you about that?"

"W-Was it a-a boy with blonde hair?" He asked, waiting for a response back.

She nods. "Did that boy ever tell you anything about the man driving that car?"

"Anything at all?" Mike questioned his little sister, but nothing popped up in her head. "Okay? Just think, think really hard, okay?"

Following what her older brother requested, Abby began to close her eyes, trying her best to think of anything that kid she met earlier that night might have said. Anything that she could tell him that could ease his mind. "No." Not a single thought occurred of what he might have said. "All they talk about is a yellow rabbit."

"Okay..." Mike begins to lean back, his expectations of finally figuring out what happened to Garrett were now crushed. There was no point in pushing her any further than he had to. In fact, this might have been the only interaction the two had in years, so it was a good thing that they were making progress.

"But..." She continued. "I can ask."

"I would really appreciate that." He responded, indicating to her that she was coming with him for another night.

Back at Freddy's, Vanessa, the police officer Mike had met before on one of his night shifts, was now inside the restaurant without him. It appeared that she presumably also knew the combination lock that Mike is unaware about and was now staring at the wall filled to the brim with drawings made by kids... 10? No, 20 years ago, back when the place was open. Kids' laughter echoed in her mind as she continued to stare at every single one of them, her mind clouded as one took her attention.

It was a drawing of a tall yellow rabbit figure with five children all holding hands. Smiles appeared on each one of them, happy that they could spend time with the mysterious yellow figure.

"We love the Yellow Rabbit." A saying she used to hear back in those days until the laughter later became screams. "We love the Yellow Rabbit."