Welcome to the 3rd Act, folks! Here, things take a new turn and I'm also expanding the protagonist cast. :D There's not much to say, but I'm excited about this (I was practicing for my English exam - and ended up writing this chapter :P).

Anyways, don't be surprised by Kyra's mood in this one. That's how she is when not being pressured by helping ghosts.

The songs this time are Breaking Out by Ben Schuller, Russian Roulette by Rihanna (a reference to Kyra's situation), Not Gonna Die by Skillet (same thing) and Purple by Mandopony.

Enjoy!

Night 17: Breaking Out

Another night

I don't sleep

Ready for the moon to fall

Another fight

I don't speak

Couldn't make a sound at all

Cuz every conversation

Every motivation

Someone's gotta make a move

I' m sick of being wasted

Sick of being patient

Show me something left to lose

Can you feel it?

Can you hear me now?

Can you feel it?

Cuz this time, we're

Breaking Out!

xXxXx

„Somebody's happy today." Rebecca rose an eye-brow as Kyra got into the kitchen, humming Toreador's March.

„Well, gran Becky, I guess you were right about taking a stand." Kyra said, then lowered her eye-lids. „This time."

„So, they gave up?" Rebecca asked.

„Nope, but I still feel much better than the past few months." Kyra said, grabbing the toast and putting Nutella on it. She sat at the table, munching on her breakfast, while Plushtrap climbed on the top, eyeing his surroundings.

„At least something..." Rebecca sighed. „Now all we need to do is persuade your sister to drop those pills and accept her call as a Messenger. That's not some mental illness, it's a gift!"

„Good luck with that." Kyra replied nonchalantly. „I'm not interfering into those sorts of family arguments."

„Clever move. You're smarter than your sister." Rebecca growled at the mention of Hannah. „She's as stubborn as her father."

„What about dad?" Kyra rose an eye-brow. Even Plushtrap looked at Rebecca.

„That doesn't concern you. You just should be happy he's out of your life." Rebecca told her firmly.

Kyra sighed.

„Okay."

Truth is, Kyra's father vanished when she was still an infant and nobody in her family ever talked about him. If he did get mentioned, it'd usually end in an awkward silence and they'd try to move on to another topic. It seemed like Rebecca quite hated him, while Theresa, Kyra's mother, would break into silence or panic attacks.

„Huh?" Kyra rose an eye-brow when she felt her mobile phone in her pocket ringing. It was a call from Hannah.

She put it on the loud-speaker.

„Hi Hannah!" Kyra told her.

„Kyra, is that you? I have a problem." Hannah sounded tired. „I fell down the stairs and broke my leg."

Kyra and Rebecca's eyes widened.

„Oh, gosh! Are you okay? Why are you telling me this?" Kyra said.

„Yeah, I'm okay. Could you just do me a favor and not tell gran Becky about it? You know how she is. It was just a stupid accident and..."

„I'm coming right away!" Rebecca told her.

„KYRAAAAAA!" Hannah yelled angrily.

„Sorry, I put the phone on the loud-speaker." Kyra shrugged.

„Aw, maaan! Gran Becky, you don't have to come over here!" Hannah said, now in a panicking tone.

„Forget it. You're injured and somebody needs to take care of you." Becky said.

„But-„

Kyra cut the call short, knowing well that Hannah won't be able to persuade their grandmother to not come over to her place.

„I'm gonna pack my clothes. You get the car out." Rebecca told Kyra.

„Whatever." Kyra sighed. Plushtrap made an eye-roll.

xXx

The car ride from their town to the city where Hannah lived took one to two hours. Kyra was driving, as she got her license about a year ago.

„I just can't believe it she wouldn't let me take care of her." Rebecca muttered.

„Probably coz you and her usually end up quarreling." Kyra replied while standing at the red light. She turned right, parking at the lot in front of the building where Hannah lived.

„I'm just saying that it's not a bad thing to be a Messenger. Besides, I'm pretty sure those pills she took in were the reason why she fell." Rebecca replied, as she exited. Kyra meanwhile turned the car off and pulled the suitcase out, while Rebecca took her bag.

„Stay here and keep an eye on the car." Kyra told Plushtrap, who was at the backseat. The plush toy nodded, accepting his task.

The two then went upstairs (Rebecca leaving to Kyra the task of dragging the suitcase to the 5th floor – Kyra was not happy about it). They knocked on Hannah's door. Kyra's sister opened it, while holding onto the pair of crutches under her arm. Her right leg was immobilized with a plaster.

„You really shouldn't have come here." Hannah told them in a complete deadpan voice.

„When did this happen?" Rebecca asked (while Kyra entered the apartment, wondering what the hell Rebecca put into the suitcase, due it being ridicolously heavy).

„Two days ago." Hannah sighed.

„Can I sign on it?" Kyra asked with a sly smile on her face. Hannah frowned.

„Keep your paws of my leg." Hannah told her.

„Fun-breaker." Kyra pouted.

„I told you not to come here. I'm fine." Hannah told them.

„You broke your leg. You're NOT fine in any way." Rebecca cut her off. „Did the doctor gave you any pills against pain or something?"

„Well, he did..." Hannah started.

„Where are they? Have you told him about the ones you're already taking?" Rebecca continued bombarding her with questions.

„I... that's not your business!" Hannah told her.

„Oh, boy – here we go again..." Kyra rolled her eyes as she watched the shouting match unfold.

„You are perfectly healthy – aside the broken leg – and you don't need any of those pills mentally ill people take." Rebecca told Hannah firmly.

„Oh, so you want to call those visions-whatever normal? You know well they drove mum crazy! I'm just trying to prevent something similar!" Hannah replied.

„And you broke your leg doing it." Rebecca pointed out.

„Can't argue with that..." Kyra muttered, only to be completely ignored by her sister and grandmother.

„That doesn't mean anything!" Hannah replied. „My psychologist diagnosed me with-„

„Oh, would you stop with that? Those doctors have no idea what your real problem is. They call it a mental illness – I'm calling it a gift you refuse to accept. I mean, look at myself and Kyra. We accepted it and we're fine." Rebecca said.

Kyra opened her mouth to object, but closed it as soon as she saw Hannah staring at her with a WTF?! expression. She started to play with the handle of the suitcase.

„Really?" Hannah rose her voice, obviously not convinced. „Kyra?"

„What?" Kyra narrowed her eyes, annoyed. „Leave me out of this. I have my own business to mind."

„Gran Becky, there's no way I'm gonna accept this-„

„Sorry Hannah, but this is for your best." Rebecca cut her off. „For the next couple of weeks, I'm gonna stay here until you get better."

„No way!" Hannah yelled.

„Yes way." Rebecca frowned.

Hannah grumbled, though she knew well she had no chance in this fight. There was nothing which could change her grandmother's mind once she made her decision.

„And what am I supposed to do?" Kyra asked.

„You said you have your own business to mind, don't you?" Rebecca told her. „Different than your sister, you at least know how to handle your gift."

„Um, yeeeaaahhh..." Kyra nodded and then realized something. „Wait, so you're staying here? Does this mean I'm gonna live all by myself the next few weeks?"

„Kyra, you're 18. Don't tell me you cannot take care of yourself." Rebecca said in a harsh tone.

„Oh, sure I can." Kyra grinned. „Well, I guess I should go. I have something to do."

Hannah gave her an I'll kill you for leaving me with grandma glare. Kyra just grinned sheepishly and strolled out.

„See ya!"

She could hear Hannah groaning, with Rebecca giving her older sister lectures.

xXx

„Hi Plush! Was anybody peeking into the car?" Kyra asked Plushtrap as she got inside the car.

The plush toy shook his head and moved onto the passenger seat.

„Good job." Kyra said cheerfully. Plushtrap stared at her as if she was an alien. „Yeah, I know I don't sound like my usual self, but today I feel like nobody can bring me down. Perhaps it had something to do with my yesterday's decision."

Plushtrap shrugged, actually being happy that Kyra was happy.

„Also, gran Becky is staying with Hannah – God have mercy on my sis – so we have the entire house for ourselves." Kyra told him as she got onto the road. „Now she has to listen to gran Becky's wisecracking."

Plushtrap frowned.

„Ok, I know I shouldn't be so cheerful about gran Becky living at Hannah's (or that Hannah broke her leg), but honestly, those two should finally stop arguing with each other. I mean, Hannah hates being a Messenger, gran Becky is angry at her for refusing to accept that gift, Hannah brings up mum and how it drove to her death and I'm caught into the crossfire. All I want is some peace. Besides, they're grown up people, they should be able to sort it out." Kyra rambled.

Plushtrap simply listened, shrugging or just looking around.

„Sorry you have to listen to my ramble, but they're driving me nuts." Kyra told him. Plushtrap tilted his head, groaning.

„Yes, even more than the spirits do. Or the Nightmare Animatronics." Kyra sighed. „But it'll get better."

She then grinned.

„Hey, how about a little joyride? We're gonna take the longer way home, perhaps stop even somewhere for lunch. I mean, I haven't been out for some time."

Plushtrap squeaked in argeement as Kyra put in the USB stick and the playlist popped up on the screen where the radio was.

„Choose one you like." She told him, while keeping her eyes on the road.

She then heard a guitar solo and the sound of a revolver.

Take a breath



Take it deep



'Calm yourself', He says to me



If you play, you play for keeps



Take the gun and count to three



I'm sweating now

Moving slow

No time to think. My turn to go

„Rihanna's Russian Roulette?" Kyra rose an eye-brow. „That's your choice?"

Plushtrap squeaked in agreement. Kyra sighed and shrugged.

„Whatever... The playlist anyways consists of songs I like."

And you can see my heart beating



You can see it through my chest



Said I'm terrified but I'm not leaving



I know that I must pass this test



So, just pull the trigger

xXx

...

Don't you give up on me



You're everything I need



This is how it feels when you take your life back



This is how it feels when you fight back



No, not gonna die tonight



We're gonna stand and fight forever



(Don't close your eyes)



No, not gonna die tonight



We're gonna fight for us together



No, we're not gonna die tonight



No, we're not gonna die tonight



Not gonna die



(Not gonna die)

Not gonna die

(Not gonna die)



Not gonna die tonight

It was late evening when Kyra returned home. Starting from Rihanna's older hits, Kyra's playlist passed through the songs of Simple Plan, Pink, Lady Gaga, Within Temptation, Linkin Park, Breaking Benjamin, Akiakane and Black Veil Brides, only to end now on Not Gonna Die by Skillet.

They had a stop at McDonald's and just drove around the neighbourhood, until Kyra decided to drive home. She parked the car into the garage and entered the house via garage door, with Plushtrap running inside. She threw her bag and they keys onto the kitchen table, stretching her arms and simply enjoying the good feeling she had. She knew that such happy moments don't last long.

„I'm gonna change into my PJs and then we're gonna watch a movie." Kyra told him. „Pick one while I'm away."

Plushtrap nodded happily and started shuffling through the DVDs Kyra had.

Until he heard steps. His ears jerked up and he looked around, seeing a shadow passing by in the window. He growled and ran instantly into Kyra's room.

„What the-?!" Kyra quickly put on her T-shirt. „Hey, what did I tell you on looking inside while I'm changing my clothes?"

Plushtrap replied with a rapid fire of groans and hopping on one place, tucking her pants and pointing downstairs and at the window. It took her a few seconds to realize what he meant.

„Wait, there's somebody sneaking around outside?" Kyra felt chills running down her spine.

Great, just what she needed. Way to ruin her day. She was angry.

„Well, the Ravenhearst family has their ways of dealing with stalkers." Kyra said, walking downstairs to a room which served as a sort of storage for the stuff her grandparents collected.

There was a Winchester hunting rifle hanging on the wall which belonged to her late grandfather. He also taught her how to shot from that thing.

„Stay close." Kyra told Plushtrap who tagged along.

The lights were dimmed and Kyra peeked through the windows, in hopes to catch the intruder. She checked all doors and windows, making sure they're locked. Then, she heard somebody on the front porch.

She pointed her gun at the door.

„Okay, whoever the hell you are – you are on private property! Now show yourself or I'm gonna shoot your poor arse! YOU HEARD ME?!"

She heard steps, somebody was walking away from the door. Plushtrap tugged her pants and pointed at the kitchen window. Kyra turned her gun at it, only to drop her jaw as she realized who was stalking her.

„SPRINGTRAP?!"

Springtrap was staring at her while looking through the window. He knocked on it, then pointed at the door.

Kyra groaned in annoyance and went to open the door.

„Thanks." Springtrap said as he stood in front of her. He then noticed Kyra's angry expression.

„What the hell are you doing here?!" Kyra yelled at him, while still clutching the gun in her other hand and waving with it. „And how the hell did you find my house?! Are you nuts or what?! I could've shot you!"

„I don't think a gunshot would take me down." Springtrap told her calmly.

„Don't be so sure." Kyra said, now a tiny bit calmer. „How did you find my house?"

„You told me where it is yesterday night. Well, it was more like a miss and hit, but I found it." Springtrap said.

„Don't tell me somebody saw you." Kyra asked in a you're kidding me tone.

„I doubt somebody saw me." Springtrap said.

„Yeaaah, it's kinda easy to miss a two meters tall undead zombie bunny robot roaming around." Kyra said sarcastically.

„Can I come in? I've been waiting like 2 hours outside until you arrived. Where have you been anyways?" Springtrap asked.

„Umm, sure..." Kyra stepped aside, letting him in. (Plushtrap gave her a Don't do that expression, but she ignored it). „My sister broke her leg and I drove my grandma to her place and... Hey! That's none of your business!"

Kyra yelled angrily at him. Springtrap ignored her, looking around the house. Kyra sighed.

„Okay, why are you here?" she asked. Springtrap turned to her.

„Well, can't I visit you for once? You're doing that all the time." He said, somewhat offended.

„That's something different." Kyra said. „Spring, you're an Animatronic. You're not supposed to be outside the pizzeria."

„For your info, I've been sealed into that stupid Safe Room for 30 years. I believe I do deserve to actually roam around." Springtrap replied in an annoyed tone.

„All the way to my place?" Kyra rose an eye-brow. „Wait a sec – why were you even inside the Safe Room?"

Springtrap stared at her in silence.

„For malfunctioning." He finally said.

„I see." Kyra said, putting the gun down. „Okay, you can stay here for a bit. But I want you to go back to the pizzeria as soon as possible, got it?"

„Yeah." Springtrap replied.

„Y'know, if you could go anywhere anytime, why did you go to my place? I thought you hate me." Kyra said.

Springtrap was looking down and then his gaze wandered around, avoiding eye-contact with Kyra.

„I don't really like you, that's true." He admitted. „On the other hand, you're the only sane person I know."

„I'll take that as a compliment." Kyra said, then a sly smile formed on her lips. „Don't tell me you're afraid of staying at the pizzeria."

„I'm not!" Springtrap growled, while Plushtrap glared at him for yelling at Kyra. Kyra kept on smiling.

„Okay, then what is it? I'm pretty sure you have a good reason to pay me a visit." She said in a mocking tone.

Springtrap glared at her, hoping that she would take the note and stop asking him that. However, Kyra kept on grinning, not being scared of him at all. He realized he pretty much lost.

He sighed.

„Okay. They're driving me crazy."

„Who?"

Springtrap shot her a glare.

„Oh." Kyra realized whom he was talking about. „Ain't easy being the only functioning 'bot in a haunted pizzeria, huh?"

Springtrap glared at her again, but then he simply gave up.

„Yes."

Kyra then gave another sly grin.

„Wait, do you want to say you are here to ask me if I could help you?" Kyra asked.

Springtrap gave her a WTF?! expression, glaring daggers at her.

„That's nothing you should be ashamed off. Just admit it." Kyra said. Plushtrap was meanwhile chuckling.

„Perhaps... I am..." Springtrap grumbled, shooting a glare at his counterparts, who burst out laughing.

„Oh well, make yourself comfortable. I'll just go store away the gun." Kyra said, only to feel Plushtrap tugging her pants and holding up the bullets for the rifle.

Now it was Springtrap's time to laugh.

„Don't tell me you forgot to load the gun!"

Kyra just sighed.

xXx

„So, the other 'bots are still roaming aimlessly through the building?" Kyra asked, breaking the awkward silence.

She was sitting on one side of the couch, turned to Springtrap, who held his arms crossed. Plushtrap was sitting in Kyra's lap, glaring at the Animatronic and not trusting him at all. Kyra shared her views, but the only person she could really talk to, aside Plushtrap, was Springtrap.

Springtrap nodded. Kyra then narrowed her eyes, thinking. Everything was silent.

„I want to fix them." She suddenly said, surprising the toy and the Animatronic. She rose an eye-brow as she saw their surprised expressions. „What? I'm just saying that we need to do something. Waiting for a miracle won't help us."

„I don't really get it. What do you mean when you said you want to fix them?" Springtrap asked.

„I noticed something. The AI, which includes yours and Plushtraps,..." Kyra said, Plushtrap giving her a confused expression. „... I wondered if the other Animatronics are able to think on their own. Yes, I know you've been haunted, but now..."

„Honestly, you are right. I and the others... we aren't just regular robots. I have no idea how or why... but we always possessed some level of sentience. But nobody knew." Springtrap said. „But how are you gonna do that?"

„I have no idea. But I'm sick of going into the pizzeria in fear I'd get caught." Kyra replied. „Also, I know the spirits are using the others for killing every person who's there after hours."

„I agree with you on that." Springtrap said.

„Okay, that's one solved problem." Kyra said.

„Are there more?" Springtrap asked.

„Yeah, but mostly involving private life." Kyra said.

„Like your sister breaking her leg?" Springtrap assumed.

Both Kyra and Plushtrap shot him a glare. Springtrap grinned.

„So, you've been asking me personal questions, but I'm not allowed to return the favor? Really?" he said. Kyra pouted, while Plushtrap growled. Nobody's making Kyra uncomfortable in his presence.

„Technically, I have trust issues." Kyra said, much to the surprise of both bunnies. „Don't ask, I've been at a point in my life where my best friends betrayed me and left me alone instead of helping me. I don't easily trust people, or even make new friends, but both of us being in the same situation probably helps a bit. Though, most people don't even want to be friends with me, thinking I'm psychotic."

„Because of... your ability? You've been ranting about it the previous night." Springtrap said.

„My grandma calls it a gift. My sister says it's a curse. I'm saying that it's a sort of 6th sense and while I'm happy to help the spirits who are stuck here, I'm sick of those who just don't want to leave." Kyra said. „And honestly, all females in my family had or have it as well. My grandma, my mum, my sister, me..."

„I see..." Springtrap muttered, but Kyra kept on talking, completely ignoring him.

„You see, my older sister hates it. She says it some sort of mental illness and she's taking some sort of pills to prevent any visions or dreams. She's practically drugging herself over nothing." Kyra sounded frustrated. „It started months ago and she did it after she saw what this gift did to my mum. My mum had mental breakdowns and panic attacks and my sister blamed it on her accepting this call as a Messenger (aka a person who delivers messages from the spirits who are roaming in the material realm). At one point, she was brought to an asylum because one of her breakdowns, deeming her as dangerous for society. I never understood why she was panicking, but..."

Kyra's expression darkened. Both Plushtrap and Springtrap held their breath.

„... The last time I saw her... I never believed she did anything to harm herself or me and my sister. And I still don't believe she'd ever do something like that. She's not the type of person. But I still don't get it what the hell she thought by ramming the car into the truck with me sitting next to her." Kyra said, frowning.

„Wait, so that car incident...?" Springtrap started.

„...Wasn't a real incident. She was trying to commit murder-suicide, while ranting she won't let them nor him hurt me. Too bad she was the only one who died." Kyra said. „I never figured out whom she meant when she said they and him, but I guess she had some sort of vision that I'll get hurt and wanted to spare me. It didn't work."

„It must've been really bad if she was willing to kill you both." Springtrap pointed out.

„Perhaps she was a bit nuts at the end. But on the other hand, being able to communicate with spirits can drive you crazy, if you don't know how to do it properly." Kyra said.

„You don't really seem to be upset about it." Springtrap noted.

„I'm tired of being constantly upset." Kyra replied. „Also, I've been listening to ghosts crying over how they died and how it was unfair they left so soon for years. It became a routine for me to the point I simply stopped caring. I'd sympathize with them, but that's it. It's not like I can bring them back."

„Yes, but you serve as their host." Springtrap said.

„I had several cases similar to this one, but I managed to get out with only a few bruises. However, this situation seems to be a bit different..."

„I doubt it's just a bit different..."

„Okay, a lot different." Kyra rolled her eyes. „I do value my life, but I ain't gonna let somebody take over it without a fight."

„That's the spirit." Springtrap said.

„Yeah. Also, thanks for listening to my ranting. I don't tend to tell other people about it, but it's not like you have anyone to tell it." Kyra said. Springtrap didn't reply.

He was lost in his own thoughts.

xXx

(Sometimes it feels like I'm in a dream)

(Or, a nightmare)

(But I'm awake.)

(And, I'm doing things but)

(I'm not meaning to do them)

(And even though it's a nightmare)

(I feel happy inside.)

xXx

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock...

12 AM.

Springtrap stared at the clock in the kitchen, refusing to move an inch. Kyra was already asleep on the couch, covered with a blanket and clutching Plushtrap in her arms. He was surprised she trusted him enough to fall asleep while he was still in her house.

I've done some things in my life

That you may think are crazy

A little different from the rest

I get my pleasure from the pain

I've got some ghosts who follow me

You may think I'm crazy

But in the night I know I

Feel alright

He wondered where the heck the whole situation actually went to hell. When the Animatronics started to kill the Night Guards? When the children were killed? Perhaps it started even earlier... Who'd knew...

I see spirits all around me

As I try to understand

What makes me do the things I do

To everyone around me

And I bet you never knew

I could have regrets

For all the things that

make you see red

But all I see is purple

Instead

He had to face it – he had a bit of an identity crisis. There was the Animatronic side of him, the one who'd love to sing, joke and generally entertain people and protect them. That completely changed when he turned out to be an unintentional killing machine. Simply by being handled wrongly, he'd end up maiming the person inside the suit. And the person would be asked by the management to go to the Safe Room and bleed to death there to not upset the customers.

The Hybrids were supposed to be discontinued and hidden, but not before a terrifying murder happened. A murderer he participated in. They called him Purple Guy, the Animatronics, due their messed recognition systems' seeing him in a purple colour and were mad at him for a good reason.

He couldn't comprehend why it happened, what was the reason behind it, but he didn't care anymore. He couldn't prevent it, but he managed to kill the Murderer. Until Purple Guy took over him. Madness, confusion and depression were mixed into a chaotic pool of emotions as he hunted down the Night Guard at Fazbear's Fright, perhaps never realizing it was too late. Perhaps he did, and it drove him into madness. He couldn't tell.

I smile in the face of what's to come

We can try but we can't run

From the fate we bring upon ourselves

It's just a dream, just a dream,

But that doesn't mean

My waking life is not a nightmare

After the fire, something changed. He lost his memories, both human and Animatronic, and accepted his new life and his new name. The past months, he guessed, he tried to atone for what that human did, while at the same time trying to understand why it happened what happened. He realized he couldn't, but that didn't stop him. And when the spirits of the victims at Fazbear's appeared, he thought they'd give him an answer.

Instead, those twisted souls simply continued tormenting him, for not apparent reason. Perhaps they thought the Murder was still inside and that he deserved more than being trapped eternally in this metal prison which he couldn't escape. They had no idea they were also hurting the Animatronic, who was just a victim of circumstances.

That's when he snapped.

I see spirits all around me

As I try to understand

What makes me do the things I do

To everyone around me

And I bet you never knew

I could have regrets

For all the things that

make you see red

But all I see is purple

Instead

Those weren't the children who haunted the Animatronics to get revenge and then move on. Those were their twisted versions, who believed that that they can make the place safe by punishing the bad people who wander inside. They used the other Animatronics as their little pawns. However, they couldn't make Springtrap do their bidding – he was free from their influence. So they tortured him.

He was aware that Kyra wanted to help them because they were just little children, not knowing it better. But even after getting what they longed for, the constant murders they participated in over the past 30 years just twisted them. They couldn't move on.

This is the end of me...

They got the best of me...

Now justice has been served...

Oh well,

Live and learn.

Yeah, they didn't expect he'd learn from his mistakes and move on.

On the other hand, he noticed something. It wasn't only those children who haunted the Animatronics. There were others – the eyeless ones. They were even worse than the ones who tormented him.

They were after Kyra.

However, he didn't know why.

I see spirits all around me

As I try to understand

What makes me do the things I do

To everyone around me

And I bet you never knew

I could have regrets

For all the things that

make you see red

But all I see is Purple

Instead

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock...

Springtrap knew that the time was running out.