Haunted by the killer {a fnaf fanfic}

Chapter 9

Watching mom being lowered into that pit made me burst into tears.
"Calm down buddy, she's in a better place" whispered mike patting my shoulder.
I sniffed and wiped my face with my sleeve while listening to aunt April singing.
Her singing was wobbly from crying.

I completely lost it when mom was finally in the hole.
I was hoping that she'll pop out the coffin any minute and be like "just kidding!"
But nothing happened.
"You gonna give mom your picture?" Said mike.
I nodded and unfolded the little picture I drew for mom.
It was her as a beautiful angel with me in her arms looking happy as can be.
But I wasn't.

"Do you'll think she'll like it?" I asked mike between sobs.
"Lemme see" he said picking it out my hands.
He stared at it for a while and squinted at the corner of the page.
"Who's this?" He said showing me
It was a shadow of a man with white eyes.
I felt it staring into my soul.
"I didn't draw that" I said
"You must of by accident" said mike
"Will she still like it?"
"She'll love it"

Eventually we threw our flowers in and I was aloud to jump into the pit and place my picture on moms coffin neatly.
Staring at that wooden box made me feel sick.
In there was my mom.
A beautiful caring mother.

"Come on kid" said mike leaning in and putting out a hand.
I reached up for mikes hand and climb up the mud walls while he pulled me up.

They began to fill up the hole and I exploded.
I burst into tears and ran as far as i could through the maze of graves ignoring mike calling for me.

I couldn't see where I was going and bumped into a headstone, falling into a pit, knocking me unconscious.

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"Oh no" I said running after zack.
"ZACK" I called "WHERE ARE YOU!?"
I spinned around but there was no sign of him.
"Zack? Oh god"
If he gets lost I'm screwed!

I saw him!
"Zack!"
A blast of wind hit my face and when I opened my eyes I lost sight of zack.
"Oh no" I thought "I'm definitely screwed"

"Lost him?" A voice said behind me
"Yes, I'm sorry sir"
"Find him now or you know what"
Then a gust of wind hit the back of my head and I turned around knowing he was gone.

A/N: made up version, YAY

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I finally woke up on a bench in the church. I sat up and a blanket fell off me, onto the floor.
"Hello" I said and three other boys said it, each one quieter then the other.
"Just an echo zack, calm down" I said to myself.

I got up and walked down the isle to the front of the church, freezing when ever I heard a creek.
I looked up and finally realised it was night.
How could I miss that?
Well my vision was a bit blurry.

I saw at the front of the church was a figure in a glow of candles.
"E-excuse me" I said
There was a snort then the figure stood up straight.
"Ah, you're awake"
"Yea, w-who are you?"
"I'm Mitchell, The grave digger, I found you unconscious in that pit, you had a pretty big gash on your head" he said walking towards me.
He grabbed me and dragged me to the candle.
"Let's take a look" he said grabbing his glasses.
He stared at my forehead.
I got a closer look at him.
He was a kinda old man.
Probably between his 40s or 50s.
He was wearing a black beanie and jogging bottoms and a grey top.

"Doesn't look too bad" he said "probably need a new bandage, this may hurt a bit" he said as he reached for the bandage.
He slowly took it off and I felt me head split open.
"I take it back, it does look bad" he chuckled.
He finally toke off the bandage and I saw it covered in blood.
"Delicious" said a voice in my head
"Shut up you" said another
"Geez"
I shake my head and more blood flew everywhere.
"O-oops"
Mitchell chuckled and walked over to the back room.

"We might have to take you to a hospital" he said coming out with mor bandages.
Blood dribbled over my eye making me feel nauseous.
"I'll get that" said Mitchell as he grabbed his napkin and rubbed my face.
He held the napkin on my forehead and grabbed the bandages.
He wrapped them around my head making it tight so my head wouldn't split any more.

"You probably hit a rock when you fell in" he said while wrapping "remember how this happened?" He said putting a pin in the bandage.
"My moms funeral was today" I said, almost in tears
"I'm sorry" he said
"And when they put her in her grave I ran away and bumped into a tombstone, pushing me back into a pit"
"Yea,probably hit it on a rock that was sticking out the dirt walls" said Mitchell getting up going back in to back room.

He came out with a juice box and some crisps.
"Hungry?" He asked
I moaned and nodded.
I ate my food quickly.
I hadn't had anything all day.

"You wanna go home?" Asked Mitchell
I nodded and squeezed my empty juice box.
"Well, with that gash on your head I'm gonna say we have to take you to hospital"
I stared down at the ground and nodded.
"You have anyone we can contact?"
"There's my caretaker mike, but he works nights" I said
"Well, I'll take you to the hospital we'll contact mike in the morning"

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The doctors didn't say it was anything bad.
They had to do an operation just In case.
So I was sitting on my hospital bed looking gloomy as usual.
"Cheer up bud, it's just a few stitches" said Mitchell who was with me.
"They said they'll do it in the morning so get some rest" he said looking sleepy himself.
I lied down and the bed was like rock.
They're supposed to treat the patients, not give them a broken back and give them more work.
I heard Mitchell snoring a bit and I used that as my white noise (sounds/music that helps you sleep)
I eventually got some sleep but I had the same nightmares as usual.
I mostly ignored them, but the kinda gave out a message that I couldn't understand.
I felt like I was going crazy...

YAY
Sorry for the delay but I kinda had writers block so I came up with it within 2 days
So yea
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