The Purple Guy- Is this reality? Or a dream?

Chapter 16

I have been waiting and plotting Jeremy's death for the past four days. He will suffer the pain all my victims had. During my day shift before it was time to leave, I pretended to leave but then went around back and hid in that old safe room. I can't believe it is still here after all this time, and this...... Golden Bonnie. I smiled and gently petted the soft yellow fur on its head. It was always my favorite animatronic, I don't know why. I waited there besides Bonnie for everyone to leave, and for Jeremy to begin his shift. Before any one or thing could make a move, I went to the back of the room where all the old animatronics were and tampered with all their A.I's. The same with the new ones to. And for a little more excitement, set the music box so it needed to be wounded up more by the second. Then I just hid in the shadows and waited, I looked at the time: 1:00 AM, any minute now.~

I grew anxious, but at the same time I felt guilty. Jeremy was a nice kid, and he is mixed up in the puppet's scheme.... A huge clunk was heard in front of me and startled me out of my thoughts. I moved in closer still staying in the shadows watching the old Bonnie walk towards the office. Half way there it stopped. I wondered why when he turned his face towards my direction making full eye contact. I didn't panic, I didn't freak out. I just smiled and crossed as Bonnie turned back and stood in the door way, it's beady red eyes staring at Jeremy. Jeremy was too busy to notice, he was winding the music box on the camera. He looked pale and weak, his eyes showed fear as if he knew what was coming. Then he put down the camera and Bonnie came into the office. Jeremy quickly put on the mask and waited, his chest heaved with every shakily breath he took. Bonnie just stared at him for a moment, then started to move in closer. I saw tears run down his cheeks from behind the mask he was wearing, loud sobs filled the room. I can feel that puppets presence.

Murder him Bonnie, murder Jeremy.

Bonnie picked up Jeremy by the neck as the mask fell off. He squirmed and held onto the cold metal hand that was strangling him gasping for air. There was a shocking pain wave in Jeremy as he was flung against the stone hard wall, he yelled out in pain as he coughed up blood. He looked down to see that when he was thrown against the wall, he was pierced by a sharp metal object of some sort. The impact made his vision blurry so he couldn't make out what it was, but what he could make out a light purple and hear the sound of metal coming closer towards him. He was paralyzed by fear, his whole body shook between the terror and agony of pain. He gained enough energy to get up and run out of the office, past Vincent, screaming at the top of his lungs.

Jeremy: HELP! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME!!!!

He fell onto the ground with a thud, it was dark and his vision was still blurry. It took a few minutes for his eyes to adjust, settling on the original Freddy Fazbear himself. Screams bounced off from the walls as Jeremy scattered up and started to run again. He was cautious this time, looking around to see if anything was moving. 

Yar har matey's, yee be walkin thee plank!

Jeremy picked up speed as he heard fast foot steps behind him, he desperately looked around for a place to hide, or better, escape. But there was nothing, just a large echoing hallway, and the sounds of death behind him.

Yee scallywags be on ye last treasure hunt.

He huffed and puffed as sweat dripped down his forehead, his eye wide in terror and his hair messy. He still continued to look for another way out, but his worst mistake was turning the corner. He stopped at a large wall and looked around to see no other entrance, then all sudden noise stopped. It was just Jeremy's harsh breathing as his heart pounded in his chest. A Yellow light shone on Jeremy, casting a silhouette on the blank cement wall. He turned around in horror to see Foxy staring at him. Dried caked up blood on his torn and damaged fur, his mouth hanging open, and his eye patch hanging by a thin thread. Jeremy felt sick, but not only because of the fear that was over whelming him, but the stench of the animatronic was so foul it made him want to throw up. Foxy glitched and twitch with each word and slow movement to Jeremy.

Y-yee lu-luck b-b-b-be runin o-out l-l-lad.

Jeremy: No......

With each step Foxy took forward, Jeremy took a step backwards to the wall. He tried one finale time to search for a way to escape, but their was nothing. Just death staring him at him, eye- to- eye. His back was finally up against the wall, and Foxy only came closer, other animatronics behind watching and waiting for their friend to slaughter the night guard. Vincent watched and waited to for Foxy to move into the kill, and when Foxy did a wicked laughter bursted out from him echoing off the walls as Jeremy screamed in terror at the same time, but that was not the real Vincent laughing, little did he know that the Marionette took over every little of his actions.. If his eyes could grow any wider they would have as the fox charged at him and aimed for his head. With tears rolling down his cheeks at a rapid pace, he clung onto his face and slid onto the floor sobbing loudly waiting to die. He waited, but nothing happened. He peeked out from his fingers to see that Foxy was going into the kill, but he was frozen, his sharp teeth centimeters away from his head. He looked around to see that they all stopped moving, then the sudden ding of the clock echoed every where. A smile spread onto Jeremy's face as he got up and ran as fast as he could, dropping his hat behind him, and not looking back. All that was heard before it gone quiet was silence was the loud slam of the exit door. After what happened here tonight, Jeremy will not come back again. EVER.

Me: Shit! Why now?!

I walked up to Jeremy's hat and picked it up looking at it. Anger and happiness filled me. Part of me wanted him to die, but the other part wanted him to survive. Without Vincent knowing, the Marionette parted with him and all his anger disappeared. The puppet went back into his music box and started to plot out his come back.

Me: Thank God that's over.

I walked past the robots heading for the door that started to shine a slight yellow light. He continued to hold onto Jeremy's hat firmly. Just as he left, he looked back and a thought came across his mind. These things are dangerous, no doubt about it. They must be destroyed! I can't tell any body, they wouldn't believe me. I'm sick of being a puppet! Sick of this whole killing spree I'm being forced to do. I must destroy them. ALL OF THEM. Including that Marionette. It's about time I took back my life. He walked away not knowing that the Marionette was watching him in pure rage.

I don't know what you're planning inside your head Bishop, but you are still my puppet. I control every single thing you do in this place. And as your puppet master I say, your fate is sealed tomorrow night.