Chapter Five: Thank you for Bringing us Home Tommy felt his hot blood drizzling down his arm and onto the floor as he lay on the floor, still stunned by what had happened. The room he was in was still pitch black but he could feel his eyes slowly adjusting. Outside the room he still heard screams echoing. Just then Tommy heard a door open and then close, but it came from behind the wall Tommy was leaning on. “I’m closing the pizzeria, temporarily. Police will come and investigate as soon as this madness clears. They’ll find your kid.” Tommy heard the familiar voice of Henry Emily say soothingly. Somebody then blew their nose and said, “Thank you.” And then leave. Then a loud crash rang out in that room and somebody began screaming and throwing things around. The crashing stopped suddenly and then there was silence. Tommy pressed his ear to the wall. “I should’ve known…I should’ve known he would do something like this! But what use would it have been, I can’t prove anything.” Tommy heard a door once again open and then close. Was it William Afton who was doing all this? Tommy was confused now and his arm was stinging with immense pain. Finally, Tommy’s eyes were used to the dark and he could examine the room he was in. It looked like some kind of storage closet, an unused one. Old brooms leaned against the wall and shelves full of cleaning supplies lined one wall. There were spiderwebs in almost every corner and dust smothered everything. The wall next to the door was covered in paper, each piece had the same text on it but in different handwriting. “You built us with only one bone, thank you for bringing us home.” The phrase sent chills down Tommy’s spine and made him feel sick when he realized the handwriting was that of a child’s. No child in the right mind would write something like that. Suddenly the image of Freddy sitting down in a dark room appeared in Tommy’s mind. All he could hear was “It’s me…” as Freddy shook violently. But it wasn’t Freddy, his fur was golden instead of brown and he had no eyes in his sockets. Black ooze poured from every ounce of him. Tommy shook the image from his head and instinctively grabbed one of the pieces of paper and shoved it into his pocket. Then Tommy began to think of his own situation. He was trapped in a creepy dark back room by a very likely serial killer, his arm was still bleeding freely, and he had nobody to help him out. He decided that he needed to latch up his arm and luckily the supply closet had lots of rags. He reached towards a shelf on his left and pulled a dusty old rag off. Tommy shook the rag over and over again until dust finally stopped pouring out of it. Then he covered his wound with the rag and tied it on tightly. It felt better than nothing. As Tommy sat there alone in the dark, he slowly began to realize the horror of the situation he was in. Just then, a beam of bright light shot out from the door that was now open. Tommy saw Sam get thrown down onto the same cold floor Tommy sat in. The Yellow Rabbit appeared in the doorway and for a moment Tommy could see the room where he had just been only a few minutes ago. The lights were back on but they were more dim than normal. “Be good children while I’m gone…” The Yellow Rabbit taunted as he slunk back into Pirates Cove and closed the door once again. “Sam!” Tommy crept over to where Sam lay propped up against the wall. Tommy didn’t see any visible injuries. “Are you ok?” Tommy questioned. “Yeah, I’m not hurt. But no, I’m not ok because I’m trapped in a creepy back room nobody knows about except for a killer mascot rabbit.” Tommy didn’t respond. Sam was right. But as Tommy began to sink into despair, he heard the voice of The Yellow Rabbit screaming at somebody. “I told you not to talk to anyone, you’re nothing like your brother!” The maniac screeched. Then the door opened once again and another kid was thrown in. “Not…a…word…” The Yellow Rabbit whispered before slamming the door shut and this time Tommy heard a bolt slide into place. They weren’t even locked in this entire time. Tommy looked down at the kid on the floor who was propping herself up against a shelf. It was Elizabeth. That could only mean one thing. William Afton was The Yellow Rabbit. Tommy assumed that he was trying to make Henry look bad by killing kids, but wouldn’t that make himself look bad too? Unless…unless he was planning to leave the country. That would leave the business to Henry making Henry have to deal with this tragedy.
“Are you ok?” Tommy asked Elizabeth. “Don’t talk to me, you’ll get us killed.” She retorted. “Your father wouldn’t kill his own daughter, right?” Tommy asked. “Wrong. Ever since my brother died my dad has slowly fallen into madness. It’s just me and dad because my oldest brother left after my dad went crazy. Now stop talking or we will all die.” Tommy was slowly beginning to realize just how wretched this rabbit was. “We are dead either way, we have to find a way out of here.” Sam finally spoke up. “Yeah, It’d be a lot easier with your help, Elizabeth.” Tommy agreed. She looked at Sam, then at Tommy, then back at the floor. “Ok…” Elizabeth responded. Justin turned his flashlight on as he walked down the long hallway that according to a sign led to the Security Office. His faulty flashlight flickered repeatedly but it still showed him what lay down the hall. “I don’t see any signs of murder anywhere in this building. Let’s hurry this up.” Justin jumped as his walkie-talkie suddenly blared the voice of his fellow officer. Justin swiped his hand across his forehead, the security office was plain and simple. One desk in the middle with a chair and monitor. Trash was scattered all over the room. Justin walked around the desk and saw the screen on the monitor. His face went pale as he read the words “Behind you” on the monitor. Justin had seen enough horror movies to know to run. He shoved the monitor out of the way and hopped over the table, dashing down the dark hallway he had just come from. His flashlight flickered intensely, but he got a glimpse of a door with a sign that read, Part’s and Service. Justin put all his effort into sprinting as he burst into the door, swinging it open. He slammed the door shut behind him and searched around in the room. It was just a bunch of shelves hanging from the walls. Nothing he could use as a barricade. He turned the lock on the door and squeezed into a corner of the room between a crate that was stuck to the floor and a bolted down shelf. His flashlight made its last flicker and shut off. Justin sat in the corner listening to the sound of the door handle shaking. Somebody was trying to open it. Suddenly, the sound stopped. Then the radio burst into screams, the sound was agonizing. He turned the radio off, but he knew he was on his own. The room was silent and he began to feel that whatever was after him may have lost interest. He was wrong. The door burst open smashing into the wall and the tall robotic form of a rabbit stood in the room. Its head turned straight at Justin and its eyes glowed white. “You’re mine now!” The thing screeched as it dashed at him. Justin couldn’t do anything. The rabbit had him by his throat and his flashlight fell to the ground. “Welcome to my world, a world of pain.” The rabbit whispered in his ear. That’s when he noticed the human inside the costume. It was the owner of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria. William Afton.
