Chapter 17

A Killer Disguise

Part 1

Being forcefully led down a dark corridor by man-killing robots is not the best situation to find yourself in. And if you do find yourself in this predicament, what do you do?

Mike kept his head down but his eyes were darting all over the place, out of the view of the animatronics that towered over him. Constantly reconsidering options, second guessing himself, and contemplating the odds of a daring escape.

He had pretended to give himself over to the machines to keep the other employees out of the mix for a time. They could recuperate and possibly get themselves out. In the meantime, Mike's focus was on finding a way to free these guys from Father's control, aiding in their escape.

But the first thing he'd have to do is wiggle out of his current predicament.

The only animatronic in his presence that didn't have a physical hand on him was Foxy, and there was no way he would be able to outrun him.

While pondering various escape routes, Mike reflected on his days working the night shift at Freddy's. Adrenaline coursing through his veins, he would flip between cameras rapidly on his tablet, making sure to keep a keen eye on the pirate.

When he did slip up however, the sound of large metal feet slapping against the floor would get loud very fast, signaling the guard to slam the door down as fast as his body would let him move to reach the button. It worked every time without fail. Foxy, while running at top speed, would not be able to stop himself in time to avoid plowing face-first into the steel door.

If Mike were to have any chance of outrunning him now, he'd have to cut multiple corners very quickly.

In this building though, there were not very many compact, tight corridors, as the building itself was bigger and therefore, roomier. This would be a disadvantage.

But at the same time, it gave him more room to maneuver around the fox if he catches up to him.

The walls may be wide, but the tile floor is slick to a creature with no flesh on his feet. There's still no way he'd be able to stop or turn on a dime. No doubt, his best chance was to run. And he'd have to run toward the prize counter, away from the others.

His opportunity was rapidly approaching, as the hallway split in two different directions up ahead, and he was planning to go the opposite direction that they were. Mike had only one chance. Three... Two... One...

And with perfect timing, Mike quickly placed both of his arms in a stereotypical flexing position, and quickly twisted his forearms downward, forcing the release of his appendages and took off into a rapid sprint. And just as he had predicted, the thudding of Foxy's metal feet sounded out behind him as the animatronic gave chase.

As the pair ran their miniature marathon through the building, Mike was mapping out his route through the building in his head. Various long hallways and corners he would cut. He could do this.

Until he felt as though his shirt had been grabbed, and he was quickly whisked off of his feet. Had he really been caught so quickly? Only he did not stop rising, that is until he found himself in the ventilation shaft, with a pair of wide, green eyes staring back at him.

"Jeremy!"

"The one and only!"

"But wha-" Mike was forced to cease his surprised rambling when a large metal hook was thrust into the metal that encased the pair, shining in the very dim light that illuminated the shaft.

"We need to move!" Jeremy quickly shuffled even closer to Mike, and their faces were only inches apart. Mike instantaneously became both flustered and uncomfortable with being in such forced and close proximity to someone else, that is until he was drug backwards by something still tugging at his shirt. With that kind of reach it could only have been Mangle.

And Mike's suspicions were confirmed when a pink and white paw reached over him, grabbed the front of Jeremy's collar, and pulled the pair at a rapid pace toward the prize corner. Seems like the pair knew exactly where he'd be headed. It was only a moment before the solid bottom of the metallic tunnel was whisked out from under the pair, and they fell to the floor in a tangled mess of limbs and each other's weight.

"What the hell, man!" Mike exclaimed. "What are you doing here? And where are the others?" Jeremy was not very focused on his interrogating friend, but rather getting himself in a more comfortable position that was not on top of his friend. However he did hear enough to know that he wanted an explanation.

"Mangle reset to default, as the effects of the commands wore off almost right after you left. She found us in the party room and offered her help. Springtrap and Marionette are going to meet us here in hopes of devising some kind of distraction."

Mike tilted his head on confusion. What was the point in distracting the animatronics and Father if there was no way pit with ought being caught. Though Mike had seen it earlier that night on the tablet, he had never completely addressed, though he was aware of it. The animatronics had sealed off the front doors while under Father's control, most likely a direct order. Maybe they would distract him long enough to take down the barrier? It's a long shot but...

"Scott and Fritz figured a way out." And with that, Jeremy had Mike's full and undivided attention. "There is a room, undetectable by the animatronics, which has an emergency exit."

"Well that's great and all," Mike put in, "but why haven't we gone there already?" Jeremy sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"We know there is one, we just don't know where it is. Very likely, it's hidden under the wallpaper in one of three locations scattered about the building. That's where the distraction comes into play."

"Alright. I'm starting to get it." Mike got to his feet and looked down at Jeremy, who had been kneeling beside him. "Why Springtrap and Marionette though? Why involve them when we know the animatronics can be controlled?"

Jeremy stood up to meet Mike, although he was still shorter. "One, Springtrap is not an animatronic, just a possessed suit. Two, we need the marionette's help with getting the spirit out of Springtrap. And before you ask me why, it's because we need Springtrap to be wearable for this to work."

As if on cue, the puppet and golden bunny crept into the room silently, only noticeable to those within by their shadows crossing the floor.

"Springtrap can be broken down into a wearable suit, remember?" The Marionette questioned the bewildered guard. "You released it when you dropped the leg, carrying it out of the storage room."

Mike stood and stared at the pair in silence, the reality of their idea dawning on him. He would have to wear the suit that could potentially kill him without warning. "How would me wearing the spring suit help us distract the animatronics?"

"It's not a matter of needing to distract them, but rather have them follow him around like ducklings. You see, when under the control of the console commands, the animatronics will do anything Father says, except attack one of their own. The whole feud between the new and old animatronics was entirely their own. But if Father had ordered them to attack one another, they would refuse." As he spoke, the Marionette walked forward and placed his arm around Mike's shoulders.

"That's where you come in." Springtrap chimed in. "Since Father is primarily concerned with eliminating you, he's more likely to follow if you lure him away."

"So let me make sure I've got this right. You all want me to run around in the deathtrap of a suit, running in circles with a man who is fully capable of killing me in tail?" Mike asked, only to be answered with silence. The entire group just looked between each other silently, before Mike sighed in defeat. "If that's the case, I have a question for Springtrap. More specifically, the kid." The rabbit's broken ears instantly shot up as the animatronic's true identity was mentioned.

"Where will you go if I'm using the suit?" Without speaking a word, Spring nodded toward the Marionette, who turned toward Mike with the smile on the front of his mask seemingly widening, and eyes becoming more sinister.

The guard's face changed from a neutral expression, to one of disappointment.

"... Really?"

"You got a better idea?"

Mike did not respond beyond this point.

"No… I don't… Just get it over with." Jeremy tried to step forward and protest, but Mike nudged him away.

"You don't need to do this. I could harbor the kid-"

"It wouldn't work with you." The Marionette blurted out, cutting him off. "Believe me, I tried before."

The pair of guard's looked at each other and exchanged silent nods before Mike turned his attention back onto the zombie-esque Bonnie.

The next thing he knew, there was some kind of black figure with white glowing facial features lunging toward him, and then… nothing.

Whelp, it's finally here. (It's before midnight where I am I swear.) I really apologize for the long haitus, but all will be well now aaaaaand I ended this chapter pretty shottily. But hey, they cant all be perfect, can they? Epsecially coming out of a writer's block. But THANK THE GODS I MANAGED TO GET SOMETHING OUT BEFORE SUMMER ENDED! *Pinches bridge of nose* What is happening. AND FNAF 4 IS A THING NOW AND I JUST... *Backflips off roof* Fuck this shit, I'm out. Ill see you all again soon, most likely. Also I just found out that this upcoming Christmas, I'll be getting a computer of my own! Super Exciting! (Not really for y'all but it is for me.) Later!