Five Nights Till Freedom

A Visit From The Man With Strings

My entire mind went blank and everything seemed to stop in place.

My heart was beating so fast that I felt like it was going to pop out of my chest. His lips were soft against my own and he pressed them firmly against me.

I didn't expect this to happen, I was completely surprised.

Foxy, the one that sent me away and locked me out, he was kissing me.

But it was over way to quickly. He pulled away almost a second after he leaned in and he stepped away.

I was sure that my face was beet red but at the moment I didn't care.

I watched as Foxy pulled away from me, the smallest of smiles on his face. His amber eyes glowed as he then looked down at me, his hands moving back to his pockets. His facial expression faded back to a frown and he looked back at me with disapproval, "Don't scare me like that again okay? It's dangerous with the Puppet around. We all can sense he's here."

I couldn't speak, my throat felt like it was closed up. I still felt the heat of his lips against mine and I couldn't seem to get over it.

God I was acting like a high-school girl!

Foxy was looking at me and I swear I saw the briefest smirk on his face. He then turned to face Fred, running his hands through his red hair, gently stroking his fox ears, "Fred, what's the status of the Puppet?"

Fred looked down at his feet, a deep sadness covering his face, "I have some bad news guys.... Really bad news."

Bon looked up from where he was sitting and I could see agitation in his eyes. He slowly stood up and walked over to stand to my other side, "What is it Fred?"

Bon's whole body was tense and I could see the smallest of shaking from his hands. I looked toward him worryingly.

What's wrong?

When Bon saw me looking at him he briefly shook his head, clearly not wanting to talk about it.

BB wrapped his arms around Fred's waist, burying his face into his back. Fred sighed before speaking, "There is a reason that Rachel is here with us and not out there." He spoke softly a stutter starting to run through his voice, "S...she came with Thomas running from the Puppet and luckily made it safely inside before he can get her."

"So does that mean Thomas is here too? Where is he?" Chika came running up to us, an eagerness in her voice.

My heart broke down again as I saw the joy in her eyes at the sound of Thomas' name.

Fred seemed to feeling the exact same way that I was, "Chika..... Thomas, he..." Fred swallowed, looking her straight in the eyes, "He didn't make it."

There were a few seconds of silence where no one said a single word. Everything seemed to have gone quiet. 

I felt someone softly grab a hold of my hand and I looked and with surprise saw that it was Bon. His face was full of grief and he was biting down on his lip. He squeezed my hand tightly as his head fell to his chest and at that moment I felt more pain than I've felt in my whole life.

I squeezed Bon's hand reassuringly in hope he could tell how sorry I felt.

That's when Chika burst out crying, her sobs echoing through the pizzeria. They were so heartbroken and full of grief that I almost broke into tears myself.

"Thomas, why?" She sobbed, falling onto her knees, her hands cupping around her face, "Why out of all people did you have to die? This isn't fair!"

"A lot of things aren't fair in this world are they?"

My blood ran cold and everything in my body froze in place.

The voice was deep and smooth like that of a snake, with a sense of humor of that of a serial killer. The voice was so menacing, so terrifying that everyone by the stage fell silent, even Chika's sobs had disappeared. 

I turned as I heard footsteps echoing down the hallway and looked up to see the black Labrador with red eyes walking toward us from the front entrance.

It's eyes glowed as it kept walking, it's paws suddenly wrapping in black smoke. It went up the rest of it's body, fulling enveloping itself in black smoke. The smoke grew taller and taller until it was about Fred's height before the smoke dissolved in thin air revealing the form of a man our age underneath.

"Ahh...." He stretched his arms over his head, letting out a sigh, "It's been awhile since I've been it this body. I've been switching bodies for the past year, but this one is definitely my favorite." A large grin spread across his face, revealing almost shark like teeth. 

The man before us wore almost all black except for his long sleeve shirt which had black and white sleeves attached to a full black body piece. His sleeves extended over his hands, making the shirt seem a little big on him. His hair was pure raven black with hints of purple faded into it. His bangs came over his eyes all the way down to his nose so I couldn't see the color of them. His grin was that of a serial killer, relishing in the pain of others. The last detail I took in about him was the two thick purple lines that ran down underneath where his eyes would be, trailing all the way down to his chin.

"You monster!"

I came back to the real world as I saw Chika sprinting towards the man with the grin of insanity at full force, anger expressing itself through every movement of her body.

"Chika stop!" I heard Foxy shout beside me and Fred tackled him to the ground before he could run after her.

The Puppet laughed, extending his left arm forward, where his sleeve fell away to reveal his hand. He twisted his fingers, placing his middle and ring finger against his thumb while his pinky and pointer finger extended toward Chika, her body suddenly freezing in place.

She was struggling and you could see that clearly on her face. She tried desperately to move but nothing seemed to be following her commands.

The Puppet then flicked his fingers sideways and Chika flew across the room and slammed into the front of the stage.

She slammed into the stage so hard that she fell unconscious and fell to the floor without a sound.

"Chika!" Foxy yelled again, fighting desperately to  free his grip from Fred, who was holding him firmly against the ground, biting his lip so hard that you can see the blood starting run down his lips.

Bon tensed up beside me and I could feel his heartbeat through his hand still in mine. It was beating faster than a speeding train, racing quickly and loudly. 

Bon was facing the Puppet, a look of pure hatred on his face. He then let go of my hand, turning to Foxy and Fred, "Let him go Fred. He's not a dumb-ass, he's not going to just charge at the Puppet after what happened to him last time." He growled.

Fred looked up at Bon, nodding quickly before getting off of Foxy.

Foxy burst up from the ground, anger making his eye seem red, "You are such a bastard!" He snapped toward the Puppet, who was still grinning like a mad man.

He chuckled softly, "You should watch your language Foxy, there are children in the room." 

That's when I remembered BB.

I looked toward Fred and saw the small child cowering behind his back, staring at the Puppet with wide saucer like eyes. He was trembling and squeaked as the Puppet turned in his direction.

He raised his left hand toward BB, a wider grin stretching his face.

"No!" Fred growled, putting his body in front of BB, extending his arms wide, "You'll have to go through me first."

"Oh?" The Puppet began to laugh hysterically, after a few minutes he calmed down, looking back in our direction, "Let's play a little game then shall we?"

He waved his hand toward us and black holes formed beneath our feet, swallowing us up in a black abyss.