Five Nights

Zombies...?

The tape ended. I looked at Foxy. "Oh my god..." I managed. He looked down and closed his eyes. "If they were switched on nowadays, they'd be pissed we replaced them." He finally said. "I uh-... Who'd be pissed?" I asked. "The old animatronics. Freddy goes in the kitchen and plays some jingle to keep some puppet thing calm, and that's not even an animatronic!" Foxy replied. "Does Freddy do that often? The old nightwatch said he doesn't come offstage a lot." I said, pointing to the phone. "No. Just when The Marionette's iPod dies." Foxy said. I looked at him with my left eyebrow raised. "He puts earbuds in and listens to some weird-ass jingle that Freddy had to buy on iTunes just to keep him calm." He explained. I nodded.

I immediately heard scratching sounds from inside of Foxy. I asked if I could open him up to check it out and he accepted. I opened his chest piece and saw a child's corpse impaled by the endoskeleton and crossbeams. It looked like a young male between ages 6-8. The alarm rang and I knew it was 6 AM. The child's eyes opened and were a pale blue colour. He slowly turned his head towards me, followed by the sound of his neck cracking. The child lunged at me, trying to bite me. Foxy closed his chest and tried to pry the young boy off of me. They both fell back, and I pulled out my gun. I aimed on the child. "Wait, what the hell're you doing?!" Foxy asked. "This kid's been inside of you for over 20 years, I KNOW something isn't right!" I replied.

I pulled the trigger and the bullet whizzed into the kid's skull, sending blood to the floor and wall as a stream of it trickled down his face. I had no words and felt horrible, this was the first time I've killed ANYONE! I dropped the gun on the floor and knew I was going to be prosecuted for murder. But wait...

This kid's mostly skin and bones, and whatever's left of his skin is already decayed... badly. That's when it hit me like a ton of bricks. He was a zombie. I heard the manager walking in through the front door. I immediately stormed out and confronted him once again. "You need to have those goddamn animatronics inspected." I said. "Why?" Scott asked. "Maybe because I found a dead child inside of Foxy." I replied. "WHAT?!" Scott said, eyes widened. I knew this was the first he'd heard of this. "I know something isn't right, hasn't BEEN right. That kid looked like he'd been rotting away for a decade at the least." I explained. "Quick, help me open up the others. Including the spare one." The manager pleaded as he ran backstage. "Spare?" I wondered.