The Fourth Closet Rewritten

Chapter 3

A quiet voice whispered in the shadows. "It's ready." The man slumped in the corner grunted, "Not yet. Bring in another bucket." The woman by the table sighed, "you know we can't do that, we could burn down the whole building." "Do it!" He snapped. "Sorry." The woman whimpered.

John raced into his apartment, knowing something was behind him. He slammed his door, locking both locks. He went over and fiddled with the blinds, when he heard a whirring sound. It bothered him. He searched for it, but couldn't tell where it was coming from. It stopped shortly after it started.

John got out of the shower, wiping his face. "What the hell." He walked to his room, grabbing his clothes out of his drawer. The whirring started again. John stepped swiftly towards his dresser. He pulled Theodore's head out of the duffel bag laying there. "Is that you? Are you talking to me?" John stared at the decapitated rabbit. "I'm not crazy," he muttered to himself, sitting on his bed. He laid Theodore on the bed next to him, and almost immediately passed out for the night.

John had forgot. He had planned to meet with Charlie at the diner the next day. He opened his eyes and looked at the clock. 1:30. He recalled the conversation with Charlie. "How about 2:00?" John's eyes widened. He shot straight up, rubbing his eyes. He got changed almost like a reflex. He didn't even need to think about it anymore. After he buttoned his jeans, he went and brushed his teeth. As he walked to his door, he heard a sound on his TV. It was small, old and staticky, but it still worked. A clown was on the screen. His cheeks were painted bright red, and his rainbow wig was bright on the eyes. His smile was friendly, but almost sinister. "Are you excited for the grand opening of Circus Baby's Pizzeria?" The reporter asked. The clown spoke in a goofy voice, and it sent a chill down John's spine. "Haha Yes. It's a day for the books Wendy!" The woman questioned, "and who is it that is bringing this attraction to life?" John shifted. The clown looked... almost uncomfortable. "Well, the one and only Dave Afton of Afton Robotics! He was said to be a cousin of William Afton, the former CEO of the company!" John started shaking uncontrollably when he heard the name. How is he alive? It's not possible. An address popped up on the tv. John turned the tv off and raced out of his apartment.

The old theater was no longer there. Instead, now it was a white bricked building with the picture of a female clown on a big sign. John took a deep breathe, before walking through the front doors. There was a line of people, waiting to enter the room. John brushed past them, ignoring what they were saying to him. When he walked into the cafeteria, he looked around. All the tables.. they looked just like Freddy's. Party hats lay at each chair, waiting to be worn. Finally, John looked up at the stage. They're were kids everywhere, but she was raised on a podium. Her red pony tails glimmered in the light. This time, John could tell her whole body was metal and plastic. As the animatronic girl sung, her head moved. Her eyes fixed on John. A little girl with orange pigtails walked up to the podium. "Hi." The girl said. The animatronic stared at her. "Sir?" John whirred around. "Do you have kids here?" The worker started at him. John looked at his name tag. Steve. "No... I mean yes. Cousins, sisters, brothers... you name it. Actually I was going to meet someone. Somewhere else." Steve gestured toward the door.