F is for Fear-monger

#3/6/2018
Dear Diary,

Today it was me and F’s turn to follow Mrs. Hendricks home. Frankly I’m glad it wasn’t M this time, else he might’ve done something rash with the lonely route she took. She led us through the woods just outside of town, away from everyone else, odd as it may be. I get the sense she was daring us to attack her, like she just wanted an end. Or wanted to shoot us in the heads when we tried. Er, masks. Still, I had my instructions. “Follow from a distance. Do not interact under ANY circumstances.” And thankfully F was smart enough to follow those instructions to the letter. Still, I’m sure the others would have liked to hear of her being hung in those woods. But alas.

Anyway, after she got inside, we waited for a minute or two and then left. We took the same route back as she took home and frankly I’m glad. F is quite the conversationalist. For once I was actually laughing in the Bonnie suit. Sure, him being dressed in a giant, eyeless Chica costume (never understood why Chica but whatever) with 3 different rows of sharp teeth and a hulking figure was a bit unnerving. But then, I was wearing a giant orange rabbit costume with 2 rows of sharp teeth and literal needles at the tips of the suit’s fingers. I’m actually surprised he hasn’t talked with me much before. He seems like a really nice guy.

Well, seems like I’m running out of time, so I’ll leave it at that. I’ll write again after I’m done because it sounds like they’re planning something important soon.

Goodbye diary.
#3/6/2018
Dear Diary,

Tomorrow is the big day. Tomorrow we’ll finally take that prick Benjamin Hendrick and end his stain on the world. The best part; no one suspects anything. The Hendricks are completely in the dark, and thanks to C, so are the police. They just think we’re a bunch of stalkers looking to unsettle people. But we’re more than that. We do nothing without a purpose. We wouldn’t do anything Sable would deem unfit for his service.

I’ve heard talk that we’re also going to take little Alex Hendrick as well but from what I’m told, it’s just a precaution so that he can’t contact the police or cause some other sort of trouble to us. Take him away. Hold him until we’re through with his dad, then return him home safe and sound. We aren’t monsters after all.

Better yet, from what B has told me, me and F are going to be paired together when it goes down. Well, we’re all being dismissed now, so I’ll have to end this note here. I’m so excited though. Can’t wait for the big day.

Goodbye Diary.
#3/7/2018
Dear Diary,

Everyone is antsy and eager to get this done. E has been sharpening his butterfly knife for the entire hour we’ve been here. For context, E never sharpens his knife. Hell, we all have our doubts that he even washes his hair under that mangy fox mask of his. F, as one can imagine, is practically exploding with excitement. Me and G actually had to force him to sit down because he just refused to take a breath in between sentences.

Still though. I’ve been seeing some strange things out in the night. I looked out the window earlier and saw something darting through the woods. Before that, I heard some mechanical clicking coming from somewhere outside HQ on my way over. I pray we haven’t been compromised. Still, when I reported my concerns with A, he for some reason seemed almost…excited. I trust A with my life but if this is some conspiracy that goes that high up, we’re done for. Still, all I can do is my best.

Looks like we’re leaving now. Let’s pray that this goes smoothly.

Goodbye Diary.
#3/7/2018
Dear Diary,

The kidnapping went quite smoothly, all things considered. We got in, got the parents in their sleep, and drugged Alexander. A pity, really. He seems like such a nice kid. It’s a shame he got dragged into all of this. Nobody got hurt either. At least, not in the raid itself. G tripped and broke her nose on the way over here. Poor girl.

If you’re wondering why I’m being brief, it’s because we got a VERY special surprise when we returned to HQ. HE was there. The one. The only. THE Sable! My jaw practically dropped to the floor as I stared at him. He was truly a behemoth. His suit was somewhat similar to A’s. He was golden, but more faded. He had the same purple bow tie and hat as him. But he had all these tanks and tubes attached to his back. Almost like some sort of scuba diver. I half expected to hear Darth Vader’s breathing emanating from him. Still, Sable is a very serious person so he has no love for such humor. Oh and did I mention he’s got no face? Just a big security camera attached to the head of the robot the suit is built on. He was also 3 feet taller than A, who’s already among the tallest of us.

When we saw him, all of our jaws collectively dropped to the floor. He, however, glanced right past us, straight at the Hendricks. He slowly approached them with loud footfalls. Benjamin was absolutely terrified at the titan approaching him, an expression we all savored oh so much.

“Mr. Benjamin Hendricks?” Sable asked inquisitively, more to gauge him as a person. His jaw never moved when he spoke but his voice was indeed coming from a speaker in his mouth. Or what remained of it.

“What the hell are you?!” Benjamin asked in sheer horror.

“Please,” he chortled, “call me Sable. You have done quite a lot wrong sir. Now what to do with you.” He bent over, craning the arm of his camera down until his camera was just inches from Ben’s face. Ben winced back, crying in fear. I very nearly laughed.

“Bleed him dry!” someone shouted from the crowd. Sable spun around to glare at them with the speed of a bullet. If I hadn’t been watching, I’d wondered if I’d hallucinated it. The person who said it was, of course, E. Because who else would it have been? The anger emanating from him was enough to frighten everyone, and E quickly stammered out a quiet apology as Sable turned back towards Benjamin.

“A, do you have holding cell here for prisoners?”

“Yes sir, do you wish for us to take them there?” Sable nodded, and so M and N dragged Benjamin and Ellie Hendrick to the holding cells. F, on the other hand, carefully lead the frightened Alexander to the holding cells.

Even with that, everyone is ecstatic to have THE Sable here, as am I. Oh, looks like I’m needed for something.

Goodbye Diary.
#3/8/2018
This…is unsettling. When I went over to deliver a message to Sable from A, I caught him in conversation with 2 figures in black cloaks. Or rather 1, as the other remained silent. This is what I heard before deciding to interrupt, lest A have my head.

>**Cloaked Figure:** They don’t quite strike me as a thoughtful bunch.
>**Sable:** How they strike you is of no concern. They are useful. You remember the good keeping [Landon](https://www.reddit.com/r/fivenightsatfreddys/comments/cnwi2u/u_is_for_underground/) alive did for us, do you not?
>**Cloaked Figure:**This is not 1 person this time, but 26. They are less easy to control. You can’t possibly overlook that.
>**Sable:** They are followers, X. They will do whatever we tell them without a second thought, they think me to be god himself.
>**X:** We thought the same of Seymour and his lot but even they have caused problems. They’re using us just as much as we’re using them.
>**Sable:** That is an entirely different beast to tackle another time, X. These are no more than fanatics. They have no larger aspirations than to serve.
>**X:** They’re thieves that all deserve to die!
>**Sable:** You grow out of place, X! Or do you not know what happens to those who defy me?
>**X:** N-No, master. I only wish to express my concerns.
>**Sable:** Concerns that  are well founded, I will admit. Though if there is ever a problem with them that they are unwilling or unable to self-police, you may gut the offenders yourself. And the rest if need be.

After that, I decided it was time to interrupt, and tell him that A is requesting his presence. He gave me a some look. I’m not sure what kind as his “face”, for lack of a better term, gives away nothing. But so far no harm has befallen me so…Great?

Well, looks like I’m being requested again.

Goodbye Diary.
#3/18/2018
Dear Diary,

You may be wondering why the big time jump. The truth is things have gone…to shit. After my last entry, I was called in by orders of Sable himself to witness something that I never expected. He called me over to the cells where I was to…I’m still not exactly sure. Watch? Listen? Stand guard? I was told to stand and keep quiet. This is how the conversation went:

>**Sable**: Benjamin E Hendrick.
>**Ben**: Please, why are you doing this?
>**Sable**: I am sure you would not understand, numbed as you are to your own sins. You and your business have, as you WELL understand, been severely detrimental to the world that nurtured you. That gave you gifts. That gave you life. And what have you gotten out of it? What good have you brought? Smog choking the air, pollution poisoning the waters, and so much more? Your death would be a great boon to this scarred world. However, you can atone for this half a lifetime of evil. Just as over 38 others already have.
>**Ben**: What do you mean?
>**Sable**: I can salvage your life. Pull you out of the muck of corporate politics and into the light of good deeds and prosperity for the whole of the world. If that is not enough, I can keep these nutcases from attacking you or your family ever again.
>**Ben**: How can I trust you of all people?! You’re a monster!

Sable backhands Ben across the face, sending him a 3 feet away.
>**Sable**: You think you have the right to speak of monsters?! You, who spends his every waking moment as one of the worst cancers this planet has ever seen?! Tell that to the millions of wildlife that are gone from this world, never to return. Tell that to the miles of trees and flora WIPED OUT for the sake of your own profit! You have no right to call me a monster when your own transgressions are so manifold and egregious!
>**Ben**: …how can I trust you?
>**Sable**: Because I am your only way out of this mess. You must help me. Join my ranks. Atone. If not, you and your family will die here. With no one left to offer mercy.
>**Ben**: You won’t save us. You’re just another one of them.
>**Sable**: So you have chosen death?
>**Ben**: A life where you live every second knowing that I could suffer a grizzly demise by one of you is not one worth living.
>**Sable**: I am not one of those nutcases. They may preach what they believe my goals to be, but in the end they are just mindless animals. Means to an end. But alas, they are useful, which is why you have 10 minutes to pray to whatever god you hold dear.

After that, we were all ushered into the auditorium to watch his execution. Me and F sat side by side. Somehow, between each of our giant, orange masks he understood that something was wrong. And so he asked, “Is something wrong?” I shook my head. Well, tried. That ridiculous costume would never allow that. He got the message though. I don’t wanna talk about it.

Then at that moment, Sable arrived, dragging Benjamin by the arm with some terrifying, clawed hand. Well it’s hard to describe. Where his hand used to be there was a mechanical monstrosity of a hand, one with far too many joints, far too long. It moved like a spiders limb. Following behind were those 2 cloaked figures from before, each dragging Emily and Alex Hendricks behind them. They were thrown down aggressively before Sable as he spoke to us.

“You have done well in capturing these cretins, these plunderers of Mother Nature, these Devils.” Sable called out to us. The crowd cheered him on with fervor. “And now their time for recompense for their sins is at hand!” Benjamin looked out over the crowd as we all started chanting for his blood to be spilt across the stage.

“First, the worst of them all. The father!” He approached Ben as he flexed those metallic talons. Ben begged for his life and while I know better now, I savored the sickening crunch as his skull was punctured by one of those giant fingers. F was visibly shaken, however. I guess he’d never seen gore before.

“Next, the mother, the great enabler and advisor to his pillaging!” The crowd cheered again as her skull was speared through just the same as her husband. This unsettled me a little. It seemed a little too brutal for her. But what came next is where everything went so wrong.

“And last, the inheritor of his misdeeds and the progeny in which they would continue, the son!” Most of them cheered. But not me and F. F stood up and ran towards the stage. Shouting at Sable to spare his life. I joined him.

“He’s just a kid!” F shouted. Sable seemed annoyed more than anything.

“Humanity is a cancer, F. If the source of the disease is not remedied, the affliction will simply return every time it’s cut out.” Sable replied almost matter of factly.

“You don’t know that!” F begged.

“Don’t I?” Sable shot back, his anger rising. “What of Noah’s ark, Luis? What of the trillions who died just to wipe away the sins of the past only for it all to coming crashing back down upon the world just moments after? No, this is the only solution. Spare anyone, and the cycle begins anew. They always come back unless they are culled to the very last.”

At that moment F pulled out a handgun, something that I never knew he would be the one to use, and shot Sable in the camera. It cracked the screen and caused visible damage to the suit beyond but otherwise, he seemed completely unaffected. Unaffected save for his growing rage.

“That was a mistake, Luis.” Sable growled. Then he slit his throat in one smooth stroke. I caught him as he fell, and felt the blood dripping onto my hand as I held him close. With nothing left to risk and mere seconds to live, he did the unthinkable. He took his mask off in front of me, in front of everyone. He was still so young. Still so innocent. I did the same and his bluing, oxygen deprived face lit up a bit. And then he was gone.

Sable let out a soft chuckle behind me. I turned around and he was holding Alex’s limp body high in the air. “Do you see the truth yet? After your eavesdropping and all you’ve heard from me? Do you understand?” My voice caught in my throat as I tried to protest. Their hatred at the thought of someone eavesdropping on someone they revered so much bored into me like those dreaded fingers. “You know the place of your group in my plans, my true intentions, and I’m certain you can guess what comes next.” If he could grin, he would have in that moment. “‘Human life means nothing,’ after all.” The cloaked figures just watched me with seeming indifference.

After that was all a blur as I ran for my life. There were gunshots and screams. Sable never even did anything. He just stood there watching me.

 

That brings me to where I am now. I’ve been on the run from them. From what I hear, Goshen is a ghost town after all that took place. I know I probably don’t have a lot of time before they catch up to me. So I’m going to leave this hidden, so that if I die, someone will know the dangers of getting involved with that sick fuck Sable. He does not care about you. He will let you die at a moment’s notice if he feels like it.

I was once P in a cult that worshipped Sable. Now they’re hunting me. Sable, if you’re reading this, you won’t get away with this, and you’ll burn in hell for your crimes. And F… if there is a god, he will welcome you with open arms. You just wanted to help people. But we both got too involved with these monsters. I only wish it was me instead of you.

Goodbye Diary, and goodbye reader.

Forever and always,


[Vanessa Frida Williams](/r/26FrightsofFreddy)