FNAF: The Case Of The Missing Children

Chapter 13: Springlocked

Dennie moved cautiously through the dimly lit corridor, his flashlight casting long shadows on the walls. The silence was thick, every creak and distant drip amplifying their tension. Suddenly, Xavier's voice cut through the gloom, filled with urgency.

"LOOK OUT!"

Before Dennie could react, a figure in a Spring Bonnie suit lunged from the darkness. William Afton, his eyes wild with madness, drove a knife into Dennie's side. The pain was immediate and excruciating. Dennie collapsed, clutching his wound and yelling in agony.

"SHIT!"

William's laughter echoed ominously in the confined space. "You should've just left it alone," he sneered, enjoying the suffering he'd inflicted.

Xavier watched, fury blazing in his eyes, as Dennie crawled back, desperate to escape. William, seeing his moment, lifted his foot to stomp on Dennie, but Xavier acted swiftly. With a powerful kick, he sent William sprawling against the wall. Kneeling by Dennie's side, he asked urgently, "Are you okay?"

Dennie, wincing in pain, managed a strained reply, "Yeah, just focus on William!"

Xavier nodded and stood, his gaze locking onto William, who was already scrambling to his feet. The two men faced off, the air between them charged with hatred. As William advanced, a sinister trickle of water from the ceiling dripped onto his suit. The realization dawned on him too late.

"No, no, no!" William's voice rose in panic as the springlocks began to engage.

The mechanism, designed to be fatal if triggered, activated with brutal efficiency. The suit's internal components tightened and shifted, piercing William's flesh. His screams of agony filled the corridor, a chilling cacophony of metal and pain.

"AH! HELP ME PLEASE... NO!" he begged, his voice breaking.

Xavier and Dennie watched, horrified and transfixed. The scene was gruesome, blood seeping from the suit and pooling on the floor. William's thrashing grew weaker until, finally, he collapsed, lifeless.

Xavier helped Dennie up, looking at William one last time before closing the door and leaving the building with Dennie.

Xavier drove Dennie to the hospital with urgency, the car speeding through the rain-soaked streets. The tension in the vehicle was palpable as Xavier glanced over at his brother, worry etched deeply on his face.

"Dennie, you okay?" Xavier asked, his voice tight with concern. He kept one hand firmly on the wheel, the other ready to steady Dennie if needed.

Dennie managed a weak smile despite the pain, his hand pressing lightly against the knife to keep it stable. "Never been better..." he replied, his voice strained but attempting to stay light. He was smart enough to know that removing the knife would likely cause him to bleed out before they reached help.

The hospital loomed ahead, its lights a beacon in the dark night. Xavier pulled up to the emergency entrance, honking the horn to alert the staff. Within moments, medical personnel rushed out with a gurney.

"He's been stabbed! Knife's still in him," Xavier explained quickly as they carefully helped Dennie out of the car and onto the gurney.

"We'll take it from here," one of the nurses assured Xavier, guiding him aside as they wheeled Dennie into the emergency room.

Xavier watched as the doors swung shut behind them, feeling a mix of helplessness and relief. He took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair. The weight of the past few days bore down on him heavily, but there was a small comfort in knowing that the nightmare was finally over.

He pulled out his phone and called Henry. "It was William," he said as soon as Henry answered.

There was a pause, then a sigh. "William... I can't believe it. Lock him up and throw away the key."

Xavier shook his head, even though Henry couldn't see it. "No need for locking him up. He's dead. The springlocks got him. We'll leave him there, let him be forgotten. Just let everyone know we solved the case."

"Understood," Henry replied solemnly. "Thank you, Xavier. Take care of Dennie."

"I will," Xavier said, ending the call.

He turned back toward the hospital, the rain still pouring down around him. The pizzeria case had finally come to a close, but the scars it left behind would take much longer to heal. He took a deep breath and headed inside to be with his brother, ready to face whatever came next.