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There's a young woman who lives not far from Fazbears Fright. She is small and deathly thin, as if she kept forgetting to eat. Every Friday she walks through the streets dressed in black. She was mourning.
She lays a lily on a grave decorated with various toys and figures that has been bleached by the sun.
"He wouldn't want you to suffer like this."
The woman spins around to see a young boy standing not far away. He has his body covered by fabric and a mask on his face. The woman thinks it looks familiar.
"It wasnt your fault what happened to him."
"I shouldve been watching more closely-" the woman sniffles. She hid her face in her hands.
The boy was at her side in a second. "It wasn't your fault, it was the purple man."
She stiffened. When she looked back up the boy was gone.
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Aizawa felt like slapping whoever was on the other side of the voicemail.
"We found one!" Echoed over and over in Aizawa's mind. He knew who they found, and he was sure the monster would be coming for him. Sure enough, a couple hours after his shift began, a pair of white eyes stared into the camera.
Aizawa mentally cursed as the rotten yellow Bonnie slowly made his way towards the office. A click of a button on the monitor made an echoing sound of child's laughter. The springtrap Bonnie made his way back to it.
"I can hear your laughter."
Aizawa shivered, then played the audio again.
"And I will hear your screams."
The springtrap Bonnie caught sight of the camera, then screamed. He ripped it off the wall.
"Shit. I'm going to get blamed for that."
The Bonnie always went to whatever room the audio played, but still tried hard to make his way to the office.
Ring ring ring!
"I already heard the voicemail!" Aizawa groaned as he tried to lure the monster back towards the other end of the building. He picked up the phone and set it to speakerphone, hoping the Bonnie couldn't hear from the other side of the building.
"Hello hello?" It was the kid. "Just wanted to make sure youre still alive. Almost 3, I figured Springtrap Bonnie wouldve woken up by now. If you survive, good job! If not, I will not cover your loss. By the way, I thought I'd share something I found in one of them old stories that were written before the whole quirk thing."
Springtrap had heard the phone and was slowly making his way through the halls.
"See, it says that when a person dies it is the emotion that keeps the spirit alive, not the great injustice. So, if the spirits of those dead children are not there, then what is? Toodalo kangaroo!"
The call ended as Aizawa flipped up the monitor. A young boy-like animatronic stared back, looking broken and rotten. Aizawa hadn't seen him before and was to confused to know to switch away.
He didn't scream as the phantom jumped out of the camera at him, but he did fall back out of his chair. Lights blared red and breathing became difficult. And at the door, Springtrap was sticking his head inside, watching and waiting for Aizawa to look away.
The last thing Aizawa saw was the Springtrap stepping in and slowly walking to him.
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A young girl was dragging a man behind her. Her limbs squeaked as she walked, and her face seemed to be twisted into a fake smile.
Nobody seemed to notice the girl drag and drop an unconscious man in the parking lot of a horror house.
"Sleep well." She whispered before running off. Her pink mop hair bounced as she darted over a wall and into the darkness.