(Canceled) The Outsider (A FNaF Fan-Fic) (1/2)

Chapter 8: Fire

Heavy eyes slowly open to darkness. But the sound of a quiet whisper beckon me from my sleep. I disregard them and roll over onto my side and continue to sleep. But something is off. The feeling of my bed is not my own, this one is rough and course. And the scent of the room is different. It's all dusty and of old age. This isn't my room. This isn't my bed. And the one whispering...
In a sudden burst of realization, I shoot up to find Foxy standing over me. Whispering for me to wake up. My first instinct is too scream. I don't want to die, and this THING might be trying to kill me. So I begin to scream... only to have my screams cut off by a metal hand over my mouth. Surprisingly silencing my terror completely. I struggle against his hand until he places his hook over his mouth and shushes me. Whispering again for me to be silent. I quietly nod and he removes his hand and takes a couple steps back. Even after he had saved me last night, I don't trust him. His gleaming golden eyes and quiet nature just rub me all the wrong directions.

"It's almost six." Foxy continues to keep his voice down. "When it does, everyone will return to stage and you'll be able to go back to your office. Do you understand? Do not tell anyone about what happened tonight." I silently agree and check my watch. 5:55. Only five minutes before I can go home and quit this stupid job. Why the hell did I even take it in the first place. This place always creeped me out, even during the day, but at night. At night nothing is more terrifying.

Foxy returns to his corner by the entrance and peeks out to check if the coast is clear. Something startles him and he quickly closes his little peak hole, backing slowly away from the entrance. I too back away, not from the entrance but from him, but I'm soon pinned against the back wall.

"be very quiet and very still." Foxy demands, still in his hushed tone. "the others have been searching the entire building all night, and are still looking. so. be. very. still." Wanting to prolong my life I comply and don't move a single muscle. I keep my breathes shallow as I wait anxiously for something, anything. And 'anything' did come. The dusty scent of the room itches my nose uncomfortably and let out a loud sneeze. Out of everything that could've done me in; a sneeze.
There's an instant reaction outside of the cove. The sound of heavily matted footsteps grow closer and closer. I hold my breath hoping for six a.m. to save me, but it's too late. The curtain swings open and all three of the main stage animatronics step onto stage.

"Looks like we found you." The purple bunny says in a sort of sing-song tone. I'm finally able to let out a scream after being paralyzed by fear. But as soon as their about to attack the sound of my alarm goes off. Six a.m. Finally. The three look at one another, and seem to grumble to themselves as they all head back towards main stage. My heart pounds mercilessly against my chest as tears of fear stream down my face. I begins to sob out of fear, so much so my lungs begin to hurt. I'm going home and I'm never coming back to this hell on earth. With swiftness and urgency, I heed Foxy's advice and sprint back to my office, slamming both doors shut and resume crying.

The car ride home was silent, and filled with heavy breathing. I almost died. The way their dead glossy eyes stared at me makes my blood run cold just thinking about them. The way they spoke like it was some sort of game. A sick, demented and twisted game.
      My eyes sting slightly from the dried tears, and needles are sent through my lungs from breathing so hard. My body aches and my stomach turns at the thought of what they would've done. God help whoever gets my job next... no... no one can have this job... I have... I have to burn it to the ground. But... what about Foxy? He saved me. I couldn't condemn him to the same fate... but that evil must be purged with fire, smoke and ash... I'll do it...

      "I'LL BURN THAT MOTHERFUCKER OF A PIZZERIA TO THE GROUND!"

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      It's late at night. The night I'm suppose to go in again. Endure hell again. Not tonight though. I won't go through that another second. I approach the building slowly, a canister of gasoline in one hand, lighter in my pocket and the building keys in the other. It's 11:00 pm. That leaves me an hour to burn this gateway to hell down. The front door lock clicks and I slide the key out of the lock and walk in with shaky hands and buckling knees. The shadows envelop me as I wander through the main dining room towards the office. If there's any place where this needs to begin, it's the place that caused me so much pain fear and suffering.
The aroma of gasoline fills the room as I begin pouring the contents of the canister onto the floor. I continue to move out the door and into the main dining room, spreading gas over every table and then moving to main stage where I dump the rest of the gasoline onto the stage, directly in front of Freddy, Bonnie and Chica. I smirk at them while fiddling with the lighter in my hand. But I can't start it yet. I have to warn Foxy. I owe him that much.

The clock on the wall reads 11:38. Still with so much time left, I wander over to Pirates Cove. Gliding my fingers across the velvet purple curtain decorated with white stars. Such a shame that something so beautiful has to be purged with the rest. Putting that aside though, I peak through the curtain and stare into the darkness, looking for any sign of movement. Nothing but a piercing yellow glow emanates from the darkness. The sight of it startles me slightly, but I grit my teeth and enter.

"What are you doing here?" He asks, the golden light rises to tower over me causing me to look up.

"I'm just going to be straight here. You need to get out, because I'm burning this place to the ground." My tone is straight and simple. Not a hint of empathy drips from my words. This takes Foxy by surprise.

"Burn it? Why? What would you gain?"

"Nothing. But I will stop anyone from ever taking this job ever again. I have to do this. But you need to get out."

"But why are you warning me?"

"Because I know that you're not like the others. I only realized that after last night." Foxy rubs the back of his head and speaks again.

"Fine. I'll go out the back and just sit there I guess. But the others. What about them?" Sympathy hides in his words. I want to tell him to let them burn, but that's too heartless of me to say.

"Get them out if you want, but at midnight, this whole place will go up in flames." he nods at me, and I walk out towards the front door, letting Foxy decide if he wants to get everyone out, or rather everything.

Rapidly I tap my foot against the pavement as I watch the seconds tick by on my watch. 20 seconds... 10. 5... midnight. Hoping that Foxy got everything he wanted to out, I flick the lighter until a bright flame ignites. Holding my breath, I toss it onto the trail of gasoline. Watching as it causes a chain reaction leading into the building. A bright light ignites in the windows of the place making it look as though a portal to had opened inside.

Burn motherfucker. Burn.