Pulling the Strings || Book 2 || Golix - SEQUEL TO "OPEN MINDS" [Slow Updates]

Chapter 1

[Here we go!  After so many notes, it's starting!]

Golden's POV

     I look around, knowing that we shouldn't be in here.  They rebuilt the pizzeria, and moved us to a storage room.  Phoenix has been unconscious since the fight.  Freddy and Foxy are really the only ones that have been awake and asleep on the same schedule as me.  Chica wakes up more often than Bonnie does, but her injuries weren't quite as bad as his.  Thanks to Afton, in her animatronic form, Chica's jaw is unhinged and her hands were removed by maintenance.  Bonnie has woken up at different times, but not for very long.  His face was removed, as was his left arm.  

     I've tried to teleport out of the room, but I don't have enough energy stored in order to do so.  But I've felt their presence constantly.  I don't know why they're here, but I'm glad they're keeping their distance.  But another thing that's starting to make me worry...is the fact that I'm not able to maintain any other form than my suit for very long.  I think...I think I'm starting to fade...   

     I cut out of my thoughts and shake my head, knowing those types of thoughts aren't good to repeat.  I look over and see my brother flipping an old coin in his human form.  His injury from the fight is starting to heal, most likely going to scar too. 

     I'm pretty sure that there's some night guards tonight, which means we get to have some fun.  I know that Phoenix doesn't agree with us hunting down the guards, but she isn't awake and can't tell us what to do. 

     Foxy was near Phoenix, putting new bandages on her eye.  He's obviously worried about her, but then again, he's one of her cousin. Those of us that are awake hear a metallic snap, and then Phoenix starts coughing. 

     I crawl over to then, noticing how her breathing is soft, and weaker than it was a few days ago.  I glance at Foxy and move some of the hair from Mage's face, and her uncovered eye flutters open halfway before closing again. 

     Damn it, she was so close to waking up!

     I hear a chiming noise, and quickly sit down as Freddy goes back into his animatronic form.  The night has begun. 

Jeremy's POV

     I sit next to Mike, glancing around the new office.  It's a lot bigger than the old one, but more open too.  There's vents leading to the room, more cameras, and a big, open hallway in front of us. 

     The phone starts to ringing, and Mike actually picks it up as I check the cameras and music box. 

"Hello, hello!  Welcome to your first night at the new and improved, Freddy Fazbear's pizzeria!  Now-"

"Scott, shut up and just tell us what We need to do!" Mike says, obviously not in a good mood.  No question why, either.  Phoenix is still missing.  They haven't found anything to help find her.

"Okay, damn.  Maybe ask nicely and you'll get what what you want!"

"Scott, for fucks sake-"

"Please just tell us what to do we don't feel like dying today," I cut him off.  Scott laughs through the phone. 

"Okay then.  Well, keep an eye on the music box, it keeps the puppets quiet.  But be careful of the Toy animatronics, especially BB.  He can disable your flashlight by taking the batteries.  But keep an eye out for the withered animatronics go on though I doubt that you'll have any problems with them tonight.  Also, keep the mark on it an animatronic gets into the office.  But it doesn't work on Foxy, so don't try that." 

     I look through the cameras, and freeze up.  Those suits...those are the ones from the old restaurant.  And...wait.  The old suits.  Phoenix's friends.  I see Freddy's eye glance up to the camera, which just confirms my thoughts.  Then I had a bad idea cross my mind as I switch cameras, seeing that who I'm gonna assume Toy Bonnie is gone from the stage.

"Scott...the toy animatronics.  Is it really then coming to where the noise is or is it more victims of Afton?" I ask slowly, switching cameras as Mike shines the flashlight down the hall.  Scott stays silent for a minute before answering my question.

"I honestly don't know.  They might be."

"Holy shit!" Mike suddenly curses, so I look up and see Toy Chica in the middle of the hallway, her beak removed.  Scott keeps asking what's going on, so I answer him.

"Toy Chica, hallway.  And I- oh no, Mike, get the mask on!" I dive under the desk, shaking.  Toy Bonnie just crawled out of the vent, and I don't feel like dying tonight.   

     Mike throws the mask on his face, and I curl into a ball under the desk to keep myself hardly visible.  Then I remember the music box, but it's too late.  Bonnie leaves, and a puppet flies in from the hallway as soon as I stand up. 

     But then something neither Mike or I were expecting happens.

     A silver forcefield appears around us, and the puppet crashes into it.  A small figure appears on the desk, their legs fading into a smokey tail.  Then I realize that it's a spirit of one of the children.  Most likely a withered animatronic, but I don't know...I haven't seen this magic color come from them, or Phoenix. 

     The puppet glares at us for what seems hours, and according to the clock, it actually was.  It's 5am, and Scott hung up about three hours ago.  The puppet finally disappears, and the child turns to face us.  It winks before disappearing.

     Mike and I look at each other.  What the heck just happened?

Puppet's POV

     She doesn't want them to die.  She's trying to protect them.  I don't get why she's being so protective of them. They seem to have abandoned her, but she's still protective...I wonder why that is.

     Perhaps they had been closer than I originally thought...but that brings up the question I've had since my sister and I first senses her presence, along with theirs. 

     Why is she here?

???'s POV

     I'm wandering down a darkened hallway, for some reason thinking that it feels familiar.  I don't know why though.  I look to the walls, seeing blurred pictures.  Why does this place seem so familiar, and why do I not have a good feeling about it?

     I reach the end of the hall, and am faced with a door.  Cautious, I push it open and spot an open casket at the other side of the room.  I slowly walk over to it, noticing that I'm not alone in the room.  There's a child, a girl, maybe around four years old standing on a stool and looking in the coffin. 

     I walk over to her, but feel my heart sink when I see her face.  Red from crying, eyes bloodshot, hollow looking eyes.  Silver-blue eyes seeming distant and far away, but grounded at the same time.  I know who this girl is, but I find myself unable to say it.

     I peer into the casket, and my blood runs cold.  There, pale and still, is my brother.  His eyes are closed, head tilted to the right slightly, and lips barely parted.  If you had just glanced at him, you may have thought he was still alive, and merely asleep.  But no, he was dead. 

     I nearly collapse as the wave of memories hit me, finally understanding the memory and why my brother was dead.  Why he was punished for something I did.

     I can feel something dark and heavy settle in my gut and chest, but I make no effort to fight it.  My eyes flash, and I look at the little girl. 

"I will never speak a word," I whisper, remembering the promise I had to make.  But seeing this memory, one that once was kept locked away, new emotions started to grow within me.  As well as a string urge to kill the one that killed my brother.  Normally I would shove these feelings down. 

     But now...I don't care what type of monster I'll become.