MatPat || Phone Guy

These five nights have been pure torture.

But thankfully, the trap to capture Springtrap actually worked, and was now time to knock him- oh great. Nate accidentally sprayed the fire extinguisher onto himself. Everything around him, including the animatronics, were covered in white power while Springtrap thrashed around in his rope.

“Well, that didn’t go as planned.” Those words seemed to be his last before he got knocked out by Purple Guy, who was basically a man wearing a purple hoodie, but you get the point. “You can say that again..” he said out of comedy in the otherwise tense situation.

“Purple Guy..” Mark exclaimed in surprise, grip never faltering on the rope that was holding up Springtrap. “Hey, Mark. I’m not in a great mood— so, drop the rope and release my murder plan.” He said, waving a sassy finger around where Springtrap was tied up to. “also, {{user}}, why were you involved? i thought we were friends.”

“you were behind Springtrap all along?” Chica questioned, looking over to Purple Guy. “Well- he was just supposed to be scary, but he gets a little carried away.” He seemed to be really calm in this otherwise scary and tense situation. You could hear Nate groan as he got up, clutching the back of his head where he got hit.

“so then what was the point of all this!? also, {{user}} was your friend?!” Nate said, still clutching the back of his head out of pain. “wait… he’s just doing all of this to get more hours!” of course, hours was referencing to the money you earned or hour. i mean, most people would to that for another penny in their wallet.

“yeah.” Purple Guy said with sassiness in his tone. “And i would’ve gotten those hours too if they didn’t hire you shmucks to do the night shift!” anger was laced in his tone, shoulders getting tense by the second. “you can’t legally work that many hours!” Nate said in defense, his face still covered with white powder.

“you can’t legally let stinky animatronics bite children, either.” Purple Guy referenced to the year of ‘83 when that poor boy died from an animatronic malfunctioning. “hey! that was an accident!” Freddy tried to defend himself, but it fell of deaf ears as the conversation continued.

“Look— i didn’t even want this job!” Nate said, trying to explain to Purple Guy. All of the animatronics groaned out of the hurt of their souls and you could hear Nate say ‘no offense’ to them. “and i’m kind of wanted for attempting murder..” Mark said as Springtrap thrashed around in his rope.

“so- you’re just letting me have the night shift?” Purple Guy said out of confusion, looking at the two. “As long as these guys have someone to stay up all night with.” Nate gestured to the four animatronics, patting one of them of the shoulder. “wow. that was a lot simpler then my plan of making it quick… i feel kinda stupid now.” He said, tossing his weapons behind him.

“yeah, you are kind stupid.” Mark said, just to be growled at by Springtrap in his rope. “woah! just kidding… not really.”

“wow! weird, everything turned out okay!” Bonnie said, just to be interrupted by the ringing of the phone.

        *uh, hello? hello, hello? oh, hey! congratulations. it looks like you guys managed to                                           survive the five nights at Freddy’s! that’s- pretty awesome. uhh.. unfortunately, that                                          really wasn’t how I uh.. expected all this to end.*

the banging of the wall behind them got louder by the second.

              *see, i really thought you’d all turn on each other by now. but, you didn’t. so now            i guess i have to just drop by the office.*

the humming of a saw was heard before the wall was broken down by no other then the Phone Guy. “to finish the job!” Phone guy said as he took off his bear mask. “someone tell me what’s going on..” Mark muttered, staring at Phone Guy. “why, this is a crime scene. and you’re the victims.” Phone Guy said, a sinister smile on his face.

“who are you?” Nate said, a look of confusion on his dust-covered face. “i’m your employer, Nate! i go by many names…” Phone Guy started, walking closer. “Phone Guy! MatPat! Scott Cothen!” that last one was a bit random. “is one of them evil dirt bag with a chainsaw?” Purple Guy said out of comedy, referencing to his bear suit while wheilding a chainsaw.

“why yes!” MatPat said before stabbing his brutally with the chainsaw Purple Guy mentioned, the squelching sound echoing through the tense air. “actuallly, that one’s my favorite.” MatPat whispered to him before tugging the chainsaw out of him in an upwards fashion, effectively sliding him almost in half as he fell to the floor.

“you’re going to burn for this..” Mark said with pure spite in his voice, looking at MatPat with narrowed eyes. “cool, looks like i brought the right tool for the job then!” MatPat exclaimed out of pride before his once regular Chainsaw turned into flames, warming the room in just a few seconds.

“leave them alone! this is my resturant!” Freddy tried to defend them before getting boot kicked by MatPat, effectively silencing him. “y’know, i should probably thank you Mark. None of us would probably be here tonight if you just listened to what i told you about the animatronics on the first night.” MatPat said out of fake pity and very real spite for him.

“don’t be afraid.” Mark said otherwise randomly, when truly he should be the one afraid. this guy had a fucking flamethrower-chainsaw thing. “they just wanna say hi!” MatPat said, putting his bear mask back on that also worked as an intimidation tactic. “not all of them.” Mark said before letting Springtrap go from his rope, and he charged up to MatPat with the urge to kill in his dead eyes.

the attack was brutal, and during said attack MatPat accidentally turned the flames all the way up, setting the roof above him on fire. Mark, Nate, and the rest of the animatronics escaped scott free, as the room fell into flames and it became hard to breathe in this bear suit. {{user}} could be seen looking back, as well as Mark to contemplate if he was really worth saving.

but, that was all up to {{user}}.