Darlene’s POV: No dreams tonight… how odd… “Darlene! Derek’s here to get you!” I jump out of bed. That’s right! I’m going to play a game with my friends! I race down the stairs after getting dressed to see Derek…wearing a purple version of his work uniform…I slow to a stop, once again questioning my reasoning for this. “Somethin’ wrong?” he asked me. I shook my head no and walked over to him. “Sweetie, if you don’t want to do this, just tell him. I’m sure he’ll understand,” my mom said to me. I looked back at her and replied, “I’m fine, mom. I’ll be back at 6, as usual.” I hesitantly took Derek’s hand and walked out the front door to his car.
-at the pizzeria, 11:30 am-
Derek opened the doors to the pizzeria and let me in. “I’ll be right here if something goes wrong,” he tells me, smiling weirdly like the first time I saw him. I nodded shyly, and he closed the door. I walked into the office, only to see someone was already in there! The red-haired male soon noticed me and said, “Hello? Uh...what on earth are you doing here?! Uh, didn’t you get the memo? Uh, the place is closed down, uh, at least for a while.” I opened my mouth to speak, but he continued. “Someone used one of the suits. We had a spare in the back, a yellow one. Someone used it...Now none of them are acting right. Listen j-just finish your shift. It’s safer than trying to leave in the middle of the night.” I nod. “Uh, we have one more event scheduled for tomorrow, a birthday. You’ll be on day shift. Wear your uniform, stay close to the animatronics, make sure they don’t hurt anyone okay? Uh, for now, just make it through the night. Uh, when the place eventually opens again I’ll probably take the night shift myself.” I put the Annabelle suit on as the man got an extra Freddy mask. “I take it I’ll be working with you tonight?” I ask. “Apparently so,” he replied, “By the way, uh, I’m Christopher. Uh, but friends call me Chris. May I have your name?” “I’m Darlene,” I say, smiling. “Darlene…” Chris said to himself, “Were you at the old pizzeria when, I don’t know, um, when you were around 6?” I nod. “It was my 6th birthday when it happened. I almost became the 6th missing child that day.” Silence followed. Then Chris rubbed my head comfortly and said, “I’m surprised someone like you took the job.” “At first, it was interesting to me, and it would pay a lot of money, but when I remembered what happened 12 years ago, it became so much more. I wanted to know what happened, who’s behind this, and if I can do something to stop it.” He nodded, smiling. Then I rub the back of my head nervously and looked away from him. “Uh…about being here…the animatronics wanted to play a game with me tonight, and Derek told me he could get me in here in order to play with them. My friends were the ones that ‘went missing’ that day, and now their spirits are in the old animatronics.” “What about the new ones?” “5 children that I met earlier in the week. Two of them had birthdays this week, and I assume they were killed on the 2nd birthday.” “I see…Wait; who let you in?” I turn to Christopher and reply, “Derek. Why?” “Ugh. Derek and I, um, don’t get along well. He’s always, uh, acting really…weird, I guess. I don’t know, he just seems really odd.” I crossed my arms and grumbled. “So you’re against Derek, too?” I whispered to myself. I heard him sigh and say, “Seems like his charm has gotten to you. He’s been really, uh, nice to you, hasn’t he?” I nod. “I, um, hate to say it, um, Miss Darlene, but you shouldn’t, uh, trust him. Who knows what he could do to you.” I was about to respond back, but the clock struck 12, meaning the game was about to begin. Hopefully I’ll be able to see Trevor this time. I opened up the monitor to wind the music box when I saw Freddy. Chris put the Freddy mask on, as did I with my Annabelle mask. “Hold up! Time out!” Freddy called out. “We don’t have all night, Freddy!” Foxy called back. “Who is this, Darlene?” Freddy asked, pointing to a shocked Chris. “This is Christopher,” I said, taking off the mask, “He didn’t know of our plans for tonight, so he was taking on the night shift himself tonight.” “You-you…you communicate w-with them?!” he said, still in shock. “Yup. At first, I talked to them using the persona of Annabelle, but now they talk to me directly.” “It’s already 12:30 am!” shouted an impatient Foxy. “Okay! Okay! Take it easy, Foxy!” Freddy said, but before he left, he leaned close to my right ear, and Ash whispered, “Believe me when I say Christopher would make a better boyfriend for you.” I felt my face turn red in embarrassment as Freddy left, but when I finally realized what he was talking about, I stood up and snapped, “Why are you guys against Derek?!” I sat back down, crossed my arms, and huffed. As the game began again, Chris spoke up, “You like him, don’t you?” “Not that way. I j-just like him as… a good friend…” I respond, but it didn’t look like Chris was buying it. “Darlene, I can tell from the way you’re, uh, acting and defending him. I didn’t want to say this, uh, but I think Derek may know something about the murders, if he’s not the, um, the murder himself.” “Why w-would he? He’s s-so nice. A-at least to m-me.” “Don’t trust him, Darlene.” Chris looked around as I looked under the desk, and, sure enough, there was JJ. “June!” I say. Chris looked at us once I spoke. “I wanted to ask you something before you left: Do you have a spirit?” “No,” she says, “But I am a manifestation of when you were young. You always liked BB when you were little, remember? Before you warmed up to Foxy?” “Yeah…” I said, suddenly feeling nostalgic, “I remember that. I would always hug BB when he gave me a balloon…” “As I said, don’t trust Derek, Darlene,” she then said, and she faded away. We looked up, and then we saw Golden Freddy-er, Fredbear! I froze in place, flashbacks appearing in my head once again. “Darlene! Mask!” I heard Christopher say, but I just collapsed onto my knees and covered my face with my hands, fear engulfing my entire being. I felt the red-haired male try to comfort me, but I was paralyzed from fear. I then felt another…smaller…pair of hands on my shoulders. My hands shaking slightly, I hesitantly looked up at the hands’ owner. “Trevor…!” The red-eyed, blonde child spirit giggled and said, “Sorry, Darlene. I didn’t mean to scare you.” “How can you move in and out of Golden Freddy?” Chris asked. “I think the bear’s stuck in suit mode. It wasn’t like that during the beginning of the week, but that’s because…he used it again and put it into suit mode for good.” “Suit mode…?” “Fredbear and the first Bonnie were hybrids of animatronics and suits,” Christopher explained to me. “I see…” I say, calming down, “Okay. I’m better. Let’s continue.” With that, Trevor entered the Fredbear suit, and it faded away. After that, the game continued. We both did really well (except for the times that BB made Foxy get us or the time Chris didn’t have the mask on fast enough to evade Chica). Then 4:50 came. I checked the monitor to see the music box didn’t need to be wound up, so I looked around to see where everyone was. When I checked the Parts and Service room, I saw the Shadow Freddy, and Chris immediately brought the monitor down. “Do not stare at that suit! It’ll crash your monitor and make you unable to wind the music box,” he said. “Suit?” I asked. “Yeah. It’s just a suit.” “But it was alive last night. It attacked me. “Did you see if there was a person inside it?” “N-no…” I said, suddenly scared, “Could the… the killer have been inside it?” “It’s possible.” Just then, Mangle came in, but something was different. Her eyes were black. That meant Maxine was I control, but I could see signs of anger. She seemed ready to snap. “Maxine, what’s wrong?” I asked her. “I…I…I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE!” she shouted, “Those toddlers are ruthless! Even though I’m a spirit, I can feel the pain when they tear Toy Foxy apart.” Oh gosh. I turn to Christopher and ask, “Could we put Foxy T. out of order to let her rest tomorrow? We could say we’re trying to refurbish Kid’s Cove and make her an animatronic again.” Chris thought about it, and then he said, “I think we could do that.” Then the clock chimed. It was 6 am! All 3 of us heard Freddy T. say, “Congratulations, Foxy and BB! You two are the winners!” “DO WHAT YOU WANT ‘CAUSE A PIRATE IS FREE!” Foxy shouted, “YOU ARE A PIRATE!” As all of the animatronics began to sing along, Chris and I laughed. “Well, where are the phones? I want to call my mother and tell her that I’m working the day shift today,” I said. “Well, uh…” he answered sheepishly, “For some reason, uh, the phones are down. Did you bring your phone?” “No, heh heh. It needed to charge. I guess I could quickly head over there and tell her.” I headed to the front door when a piece of cloth suddenly covered my mouth. I tried to struggle against the arm that held it there, but I slowly felt myself becoming weaker and weaker… My legs gave way, and I felt both arms catch me and carry me. I began to fade in and out of consciousness, but I remember seeing a…familiar smile… I felt a forehead touch mine in a loving way, and I heard one thing before finally blacking out. “You’re mine.”
Darlene, the Annabelle suit, and the names of the spirits, Phone Guy, and Purple Guy belong to me. You are a Pirate belongs to whoever made Lazytown. Everything else belongs to Scott Cawthon.
