SPRING FLOWERS

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The night was cold. Clouded skies prevented the stars above from shining, and the moon was barely able to light up the ashy remains of the building. The wind was blowing the fall leaves and scraps around the rough terrain.
Everything was dark. Roaches climbed over the charred area, along with rats and mice that ate whatever food they could find. It was like a miniature version of a dump... the frame of the attraction was so dangerous that even a homeless man wouldn't step foot inside.

It was only a few days after the Fright Attraction burned down. The faulty wiring finally snapped and engulfed the cheap attraction in flames. It was all over the news on how the 'oh so great' freakshow of the Fazbear incidents was now gone permanently. It was a doubt that anyone was upset over it though.
Not much survived the flames that night...
although the guard and his mech assistant made it out safely.
It was odd to see two people working the nightshift. The duo worked together to keep the place working properly while surviving. The concept of two night workers was shaken off as a way to protect eachother from the rabid monster within.
The fire was memorable. Painful, agonizing, and absolutely terrifying to be in.
The manager came to the sight after the night of the fire, yelling and crying as if he were a child. his business was ruined. you could see his wailing face and motions through any rubble that had fallen on you. it was funny, really. The night guard only laughed and laughed, mocking and spitting on the soil. The mechanic only stared in the direction of the piles... her emerald stare could burn right into your eyes and through your soul.

'i can't see.'
the lack of light was already bad enough, but the terrible vision the spring-lock suit had didn't allow him to see anything. His eyes had a dim, white glow... that didn't help.
His breathing was loud and hoarse. with every breath he took, more of the springs inside were piercing through the corpse inside that he called his body. it was rotten and deteriorated, but he could still feel everything. the springs. the maggots. the roaches. everything hurt.
it didn't help that he was stuck with children, either. All five of them were invisible spirits, that never left him alone. they triggered his hallucinations and constantly mocked him... but you couldn't blame them after what he did to them.
He deserved the thirty years of constant agony.

The monster was propped up against one of the black and broken walls. he picked off some of the life growing on his body; being exposed to the outside gave him plants and fungi growing on him. it was nice to see a change, despite the pain of feeling them grow in between the cracks and tightening the springs.
He looked genuinely rotten.

One of the children was sitting beside him with her legs crossed and hidden beneath her dress' skirt. Susie was one of the only ones to actually speak with him without trying to claw at him and beat the shit out of him. She -and her friend, Jeremy- were almost like friends to him... but they were still understandably angry.

She watched him pick away at the greens. ' Why are you killing them?'

He looked down at her. he took a deep and sharp breath... his voice shaking and raspy. it was beyond painful to try speaking.
"They hurt me." he managed to gasp out.

'but they're so pretty...' she frowned, pouting her lip. 'I think you should keep them so you can be pretty."

"hah, i get it. pain is beauty." he rolled his eyes. "I honestly shouldn't. I'm rotting here anyway, why make it slower?"

'yeah... let them grow.' she pulled back her short, blonde curls and sighed. 'Fritz keeps smacking Gabriel with one of the boards, so I came here to check on you.'