The Man Behind the Slaughter {A Five Nights at Freddy's Fanfic}

Chapter 9: Plan B?

Suve Pov

Ugh... where am I... I try to open my eyes, only to be blinded by something covering my face. Could it be a blindfold? I can still feel a stinging pain on my leg where that asshole shot me. I hope the bullet just went clean through. I tried to stand up, but instantly failed. I must be tied to a chair or something. "So... you're finally awake." A strange voice that sounded like it was broken called out to me. I chose to stay silent. He grabs me out of the chair, breaking whatever was holding me, and threw me on the ground. "Remember me?" the strange voice calls out once again. "Well, if I could see, I'd answer." I smirk.

"Oh, so you're a smart ass?" he steps on the leg I got shot.

"OWWWWW" blood emerges from my leg, making a small pool of blood. He rips whatever was covering my face, causing me to rub my eyes and adjust to the new environment. There wasn't much light in it. There was a bunch of parts for god knows what, I saw what looked like a faceless bunny animatronic sitting by the wall. I must be in the parts and service room. I remember going here with my fellow reporters.

"Don't kill him yet, we have to get information out of him." I hear a different strange voice call out. This one sounded a little different. I look up at the creature that was torturing me. He had black, soulless eyes, what seemed like a bear suit, and he was insanely tall. "I know why you're really here" the bear says to me. But that couldn't be true. Have they been watching me? The door is pretty close to the office. "I don't know what you're talking-" I was interrupted by a rather familiar song. But... that's impossible. I thought I kept the pencil on there... Unless my disappearance and the gunshot worried the others. "Fuck." I say under my breath. I can't afford to let it get to them. I had to do something. "Plan B is a go" I heard the bear say as he pushed me out of the room. Plan B? What was he talking about? I quickly threw my bag to the ground, got out some of the bandage wrap I knew I'd need, quickly tied it to my bad foot, and ran back to the office.