Five Night's at Freddy's - The Horrific Remains

Chapter 17

They glanced at each other. The whispers were gone; whatever he had been, the yellow Freddy was slouched again, an empty suit, though no one had seen it move. Charlie nodded toward Clay, and the rest started forward, heading almost reluctantly to the hole in the wall. Charlie hung back; John stayed beside her, but she gestured him forward, taking up the rear. She had barely had time to take a step when something took hold of her throat. Charlie tried to cry out, but her windpipe was being crushed; she was whipped around as if she weighed nothing, and she found herself face to face with the yellow rabbit. Dave's eyes were shining through, triumphant. He had his arm around her neck, squeezing her throat so tightly that she could scarcely breathe. He was holding her so close it was almost an embrace; she could smell the costume, stained fur and years of putrid sweat, and blood, and cruelty.

He spoke, still staring at Charlie.

"You are staying."

"Absolutely not," Clay said, taking on the group's authority. Dave dug his fingers deeper into Charlie's neck and she made a strangled sound.

"I will kill this one right here, while you watch, unless you do as Isay," he said, and his voice was almost pleasant. Clay looked at him for along moment, as if calculating, then nodded.

"Okay," he said, his voice calm. "We'll do as you say. What do you want?"

"Good," Dave said. He relaxed his grip on Charlie's neck, and she took a shaky breath. The others began to move toward them, away from the door. Charlie looked up at the man in the rabbit suit, and he met her gaze.

It was you... She thought. You killed Michael. You killed Sammy. You took them from me. His eyes should have held something fierce and dangerous. They should have been windows to the rotten core inside. But they were only eyes, flat and empty. Charlie plunged her hands into the gap beneath the costume's head. Dave drew back, but she held on.

"If you want to be one of them, then be one of them!" She shouted, and she tripped the spring locks. Dave's eyes widened, and then he began to scream. Charlie jerked her hands free, barely evading the locks as they snapped open and plunged into his neck. She took a step back, watching as Dave crumpled to the ground, still screaming as the costume released. Part by part, the animatronic insides pierced his flesh, ripping up his organs, tearing through his body as if it were not even there. At some point he stopped screaming, but he still writhed on the floor for what felt like long minutes, before he was still. Charlie stared, breathing hard as if she had been running. The form on the ground seemed unreal. John was the first to move; he came beside her, but. still staring down, she waved him off before he could touch her. She could not bear it if he did. Jessica gasped, and they all looked up as one. The animatronics were moving. The group drew back, huddling together, but none of the animals were looking at them. One by one, they took hold of the broken body on the floor and began to drag it away toward the hall to Pirate's Cove. As they began to disappear down the hallway, Charlie noticed that the yellow Freddy was gone.

Charlie stood there for a moment, collecting herself after returning from her memory with a slight wince. She stared at Afton's lifeless body on the ground, then she watched as, one by one, the Animatronics all slowly shut down. First Freddy shut down, then Bonnie did, then Chica deactivated, then Foxy, and, lastly, the Golden Freddy, slowly, deactivated. Charlie blinked and winced as she stared at the group. Jason stood weakly, holding his arm as it bled, Kanani stumbled John was barely still conscious as he looked around the room, and Lucia was cut and tired, struggling to breathe normally. Everyone in the room had been beaten, cut, injured and bruised, but, in the very least, they were all alive.