The One Behind It All

Five

"What do you mean?" Toy Chica asked. Freddy sighed. "A long time ago, a suit went missing in the old pizzeria. No one thought much of it until five children went missing in the resteraunt. A girl and her brother, and a group of three boys."

Foxy stared at his hook. "Yar. They were kind young' ins."

Freddy continued. "The owner found a video of a previous employee luring the children back to the camera room. He murdered them. All of them."

I stood, pushing the chair away. Images flashed in my mind, and I wasnt in control. Freddy looked up sharply. "Vixen?" He said. I blinked and suddenly had control. "What?" I murmured. "Are yee ok?" Foxy asked. I sat down trying to rid of the images of the small bodies from my head. "Yes..."

Freddy kept his eyes glued to me as he continued. "He took the bodies and....." I looked up slowly, the pieces falling together. "No," Toy Bonnie whispered. Freddy nodded slowly. "Inside of us..." Chica said softly. Toy Chica, Toy Bonnie, and Toy Freddy looked horrified. I was unsure how I looked.

"Their spirits are angry. The bodies were never buried properly, so they seek revenge. Sometimes we attack the Night Guard. It's usually Mike or Jeremy, but I've seen a few others."

Marionette spoke up from his place on the table next to Chica. "The music box...it holds the murderers suit. And the original endo skeleton. If they get out, bad things happen."

"Aye. Sometimes they just happen anyways," Foxy said. "Few Night Guards have lost their lives. Yee black out completely and when yee wakes up yer covered in some poor lad's blood."

Chica spoke up. "If you feel yourself slipping get back to starting point or fight it. It is fightable."

I spoke up with that question we all wanted to know. "What about the fifth child?" I asked.

Foxy answered. "Poor Mike...he was always stuck with the worst luck." I shook my head. "The fifth child's spirit is with Mike?" I asked incredulously. Chica nodded.

I looked at Marionette. "What about him?" I asked. Freddy stood. "He's another story. We must get back to starting position. It's almost six."

Holding onto my questions, I slowly stood and left without another word. The images of the dead children, following what they thought was Freddy to have fun... their terrified little eyes as blood reflected in them as he murdered the first one. Their screams as they tried to run... and one thing stood out. No matter how hard I tried, the killer of the children in my head, always turned out purple.