Torn
I do not own Fnaf or it's characters!
Prologue
A cold draft filled the building, the chill in the air leaving only a trace of musky odor. The paint had begun to chip from the walls, revealing the material underneath. The child friendly posters and pictures had dissipated into the darkness, barley showing from under the thick blackness. Lights flickered every now and again, as if in dying defiance.
The silence was louder then any words, amplifying the groans and creaks of the building. Once and again a whirring sound could be heard echoing through the empty halls and dark rooms.
One room in particular- a smaller one hidden by torn, dusty purple curtains that had faded yellow stars strewn across the purple fabric- seemed to be the quietest. The boards didn't creak, the walls didn't moan, no strange noises rose into the nights. There were no real lights. The only source of light was an eerie yellow eyes peaking through the curtains. It was somewhat almond in shape, surrounded by dusty, crimson fur.
Behind the curtains was a little pirate cove, made with sand and a cardboard ship. Little shells were buried in the sand on the floor. The wall used to have a poster of the ocean and sky on it, but most of it was torn, showing the wood underneath. Wires where little seagulls used to hung from the ceiling dangled emptily. One of these seagulls was on the ground, brown from dirt and polyester packing spewing from a gaping hole in its side.
Perhaps the most interesting part of this room was the owner of the yellow eye. It appeared to be an animatronic fox, with an eyepatch on it's left eye and a hook on its left hand. The fox's fur was torn and dirty, sometimes completely revealing the endoskeleton and wires underneath. It wore olive green shorts that went down to its knees. It's paws, or feet, no longer had fur on them, the only thing remaining being metal.
It stared out in a remorseful manner, with more emotion then any normal robot could exhibit. It did feel emotion. Anger, betrayal, loneliness, sadness, and longing were some of the emotions it felt. It didn't consider itself an "it". It didn't understand. What was different? What distinguishes between human and monster?
It felt real, like it was living. Like it was alive. It felt pain. Raw, powerful, pain. It didn't know why it was shut out from the world like this. Where is the fine line between living and not living? Was there a way to be both?
The fox stared out numbly. Maybe one day it's world wouldn't be this dusty, sandy, broken room. Maybe one day it will be open, and windy, with sunshine and real waves, real birds and a real sky. But for now, its world was this pizzeria it resided in, and it's cage was this cove
One day… it thought in it's mechanical head that seemed all too human. One day it will change. It will.
The fox gave one last glance out of the curtains before sliding them shut with a swift jerk.
This is just some random thing I wrote. May continue, may not. Tell me what you think!