Winding Away

Again

A/N: So I just realized this story has over 100 views. I know it's not much, especially compared to some other stories about "Mangled" on Wattpad, but it's a lot to me. Thanks for reading! (Also, sorry for what I'm about to do in this chapter.)

One year later...

Matt shuddered as he looked around the building he was in. It filled his broken mind with bad memories. He felt a flash of something he hadn't felt in quite a while: fear. Then it was gone. Matt assured himself that nothing bad would happen this time, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he'd be hurt again. Oh well, he thought. Nothing wrong with a bit of paranoia. As long as I get my revenge, I'll be happy.

Matt was in Freddy Fazbear's Pizza again.

He had barely been here since the day of the abduction, even though he'd bought it. He hadn't liked the idea of going back, and he figured he could live without going to some dingy old pizza place. If he wanted pizza, thee was always that one place that had him on file.

Matt glanced uneasily at the animatronics on the stage. They were still, talking a break between songs. Matt looked Freddy in the eye as if having a staring contest. Freddy stared back unblinkingly. Then his eyes slowly moved up and down. Is he... examining me...? Matt shook his head. Have I lost my mind? No, that wasn't right. Of course Matt was completely sane. Obviously.

Matt walked to his office. It was right next to the night guard's office. And now I wait until night. But Matt soon grew impatient. He needed something to do. He left his office and looked around for an employee. He saw a man in a purple jacket sweeping the floor. AJ Pinkerton.

"You there!"

AJ stopped sweeping and turned his head to look at Matt.

"Go get me an empty costume from the Parts and Service Room!"

"Any specific animal?"

"Anything but Chica."

AJ nodded and walked away, leaving the broom behind. Matt picked it up. He had observed things from the restaurant's surveillance footage. AJ wanted more hours. Instead of going to Matt about it, he was using Springtrap in an attempt to scare away to current night guard. The night guard was Nate. It was all too perfect. Soon, Nate would come back to deal with Springtrap, AJ's plan would be revealed, and everyone would turn on each other. Or at least that's how Matt liked to imagine it.

AJ came back with an old, torn Freddy suit. Matt took it and went back into his office. This time, he was the one to abandon the broom on the floor. Matt dropped the costume, opened a drawer in his desk, pulled put a small throwing knife, and threw it across the room. It hit a dart board on the closed door. Pinned to the board by several other knives were pictures of Nate, Brett, AJ, and Mark Fischbach, also known as Markiplier. All YouTubers. All Freddy's employees. All future victims.

The blade embedded itself in the photo of Brett, impaling the slightly plump, very kind-looking face of Matt's soon to be first victim. How funny that he'd be the one I'd hit, Matt thought with a smirk. He approached the door and yanked out two of the knives. He put them on the desk and turned his attention back to the bear suit. He slowly put it on, having some difficulties with it. Then he clumsily left his office,a throwing knife in each furry brown paw.

After getting through a very small amount of kids excited to see Freddy, Matt found Brett. Brett was recording some message for someone. Matt made sure the room was empty and he was out of sight of the cameras. Brett looked up at Matt. He frowned, confusion. Then he opened his mouth to talk, but was cut off by the sharp blade of a throwing knife landing in his chest. Brett's eyes widened as he slowly tilted his head down to look at the weapon. Another one hit him. It landed close to the first. Blood leaked from the wounds and dribbled from the corners of Brett's mouth. Matt watched with glee as Brett fell out of his chair.

"W-Why?" Brett stammered weakly.

Matt smirked. "Now what makes you think you deserve an answer? You're just an obstacle. Oh. Well I guess that's an answer. Oh well."

Matt watched as the life left Brett's eyes. The poor man went still. Deathly still. A wide grin spread across Matt's face. His eyes filled with sick excitement. After a moment or two, he said aloud, "That was fun." Then Matt knelt down next to Brett's body and dipped his fingers in the pool of blood slowly growing beneath the corpse. He began drawing on the torso of the bear suit, which proved to be quite difficult when being worn.

Eventually the suit said "IT'S ME," words seen in Five Nights at Freddy's. There was also a bloody handprint. Matt admired his work.

He couldn't wait to kill again.