//------------------------------// // into the trap // Story: Purple tears // by Doukzor //------------------------------// Foxy slowly began to move his tail and ears. He raised his head, and looked around. The fox was surprised when he heard metallic sounds as he moved. "S-String Play?" he asked. His voice was pirate-like now, rough, yet has that pitch that children couldn`t even try to pose for. "Crimson" String Play replied. "Why am I...?" Crimson stopped. He remembered, he had died. Vincent killed him. "I had to. I gave you life again" String Play sighed. Tears fell down his eyes. "So, I`m... Foxy?" Crimson Fur choked on the words. String Play nodded so very slowly. "Wait. Are the rest of `em dead too now?" Foxy asked. He slowly got up, and turned out to be much taller than String Play now. "Yes. All of you. I failed" String cried. Foxy bent down to the crying colt. "No, lad. You saved us" he smiled. String Play looked up, a smile slowly growing on his damp face. "But, er, I can`t stand havi`n to talk like t`is now. It`s.... Annoyin" Foxy complained. String Play laughed a tiny bit, but soon got serious again. "He`s still alive" String Play retorted. Foxy almost asked whom, but he knew. "We need ta get `em" he stated. "Yes, we do. And now, while every pony can`t intervene" String sighed. Foxy looked to him, confused. "I need to revert you into a spirit form. Cake Flower and the rest can`t help unless we do that". "Why not?". "Well, their physical bodies now lay in the parts and service room" Sting Play contemplated. Foxy nodded. "Then do it, lad". String Play closed his eyes, and allowed the fighting spirit of the puppet to flood him. The power, talked to him, you could say. It told him to kill. His mind was drowned in the puppet`s strings, but he fought for one goal. His mind focused on the dead children`s wandering spirits. They slowly appeared in front of him, Hovering on the tiled floor. Foxy fell limp, and a small white half pony floated out. It wore an eye patch, and was tinted red. As soon as String Play could sense all five spirits there, he stopped the link of dark magic that flowed in him. Goldy floated in front of him, a wild smirk on his toothed face. He wore a small top hat. "The murderer`s in the parts room" Cake Flower seemingly whispered. "I know. We need to stop him" String Play replied, his body now outlined with black ethereal wisps. The seven children made their way to the service room. Every Pony outside watched as they did this, too. The parents were crying, their hooves on the magic barrier. Inside the parts room, Vincent breathed a sigh of relief. He was going to get out of here. He was going to get away with five whole murders. Or maybe six, if you counted that shadow brat. "Heh. All I need to do is unhook this wire..." His tongue stuck out as he messed around with a few boxes that connected to a small iron box. He pressed a few buttons, and was about to flick the final switch when he heard something of most disturbance. "He know" a small whisper filled his mind. "What?" he looked up and around. Nothing. He shrugged it off. "You`ll pay" another whisper, more high pitched came around to his right ear. "What the- Who`s there?!" Vincent shouted to the air around him. A cold touch on his right shoulder confirmed one horror. Or more of, five. The ghostly figures stared at him, their bodies only consisting of a head, neck, and then torso. They all slowly shifted closer. "W-What are you?!" the purple stallion cried. "Killer..." one whispered. They had only white eyes with black dots, and mouths of glowing teeth only. "Wait, I-I, I killed you!! This can`t be real!" Vincent growled at the children. A small male voice came from the doorway. "Maybe, but you never tagged me, did you?" the small black and white colt glared at Vincent. He stepped back. "Y-you demonic colt! What are you doing!" He cried. His eyes glanced this way and that. A way to get out... A way to get out... String Play and the ghosts got closer. The live colt was resonating a black aura, and his teeth seems unfriendly. They were sharp and carnivorous. "... What are you?" he asked. String Play only stopped to laugh. "Like I said, I`m the puppet". Dark magic in the forms of the nightmare and shadow animatronics appeared behind the children`s ghosts. The forms all snarled at Vincent. He found himself against a wall, his tail between his legs. "Think, think!" Vincent grunted. He couldn`t bypass that brat. If he could get to the Freddy suit... No, it was right behind that colt. Chica and Bonnie laid close to him. It was his only chance to get in a suit, but they were too torn. Their wires and bars weren`t made for ponies anyways. Foxy had slipped into the parts room, but was limp, and torn up the most (besides Bonnie`s.... Untidy face). If only... A golden glint caught Vincent`s eyes. He turned to see that, to his right, a golden Bonnie-like suit laid, limp. It wasn`t too torn, nor was it truly in good condition though, either. The purple stallion sprinted for the it. He hastily threw on the head. It suited him tightly, but he didn`t hesitate as he ducked his legs into the hoof holders, and fit his chest into the main part. A few wire ends poked him. With a final click, he was hooked up to the suit, from head to tail. "Hah! You can`t get me now!" Vincent laughed from behind the tattered suit. The children just stared. String Play walked up to the front of them, confused. It was true. The children had more... Hallucinatory minds now. They wouldn`t attack a suit. "I`m safe now!" Vincent laughed, not a care in the world for the unsafe spring locks. The children conversed through tiny whispers, looking around.. String Play turned to them. "He`s in there. We can`t do anything now" String Play sighed, "We must leave now". Slowly, the children all nodded in agreement. String Play lowered his head, as they all began to vanish. Until, they heard him scream.