Hey guys! I'm doing another oneshot! This is based of a FNAF theory that people have been saying.
Basically, it's having the animatronics being controlled by the Purple Man. So yeah, they ARE actual robots in this fic.
WARNING: This story contains blood and suit stuffing!
You have been warned. I own none of the characters.
Freddy and the gang were speechless.
Not because they had ended their free roaming mode that was set to stop at six. It was only three AM so they had plenty of time. It wasn't some sort of weird malfunction or bug that would happen from time to time if their system was messing up. It was more that that. More than just a bug in the system or the loss of their ability to move around for the day.
They had killed a man.
They all knew it. He wasn't no endoskeleton like the guy, who was now in the spare Golden Freddy suit, had said and recorded to other guards that would work in this blasted facility. He wasn't like those things. He wasn't made out of metal and wires like actual robotic skeletons they see in Parts and Service, no, he had bones and skin.
Just like the children.
The four animatronics' faces contorted in what looked like horror when they realized that this may just be the father of some child. What if the little boy or girl realized that their daddy wasn't coming home? It may them all die on the inside.
"I don't wanna do this anymore!" Bonnie cried, making his voice box crack a bit with every sob.
"Neither do we Bonnie." Chica said, rubbing the bunny's back. "But what else can we do?"
"Aye, the lass be right Bon." Foxy agreed. "Thar be no way It would stop controlling us."
"But he making us do it against our will!" the rabbit shouted, wiping the oil that was coming down his face as he did this. "How would he like it if we killed him!?"
"That's enough Bonnie." Freddy said.
He was so calm and collected with his voice, it scared the heck out of the guitarist. The bear said no more after that and just continued to stare at the remains of Phone Guy. Mashed in a bloodied heap of flesh and bones, twisted and crushed inside of the golden bear's suit.
Mike had just finished listening to Phone Guy's last message and worked more diligently and efficiently as ever. No way was he gonna die tonight or any night for that matter. He was gonna last five nights just like he intended to, even if it broke his sanity.
Freddy's laughter erupted in his ears as he began looking through the cameras just in time to see Foxy run down the hall. He immediately shut the door and continued looking through the surveillance footage while the pirate banged his hook on the door. The brunette sighed as he noticed Chica was at the other door and shut it as well. He reopened the door to notice Bonnie and shut it again.
It was 4 AM and he had 23%.
Just a little longer Schmidt...
The opened the right door and sighed in relief that no one was there and opened the left door to meet face to face with Bonnie. He pressed the button to shut the door only to realize...
It was jammed.
"No no no!" he said through gritted teeth as he repetitively pressed the button over and over again. "This can't be happened, this-"
SCRREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH!
Bonnie's scream made Mike hold his chest in fright as the rabbit along with his friends came piling into the rather small office. The brunette screamed.
"Please don't hurt me! Please!"
His cries began to fall on deaf ears as Freddy set to work. He lifted the guard out of his chair, pushed it to the side and threw the man on the floor. Mike began to cry so loud and so much, he would've been called a baby if he wasn't being killed. The bear then turned to Chica and nodded in her direction, which made her leave the room to get a suit from Parts and Service.
The guard continued to cry as he noticed that Foxy had his hook raised and ready to puncture Mike's stomach. The man shouted yet again. "Please! Don't kill me!"
Freddy's jaw tightened, causing him to making his voice box sound similar to a grunt as he looked into Mike's innocent blue eyes. This poor guy wasn't a robotic skeleton, he knew that, but his programming was telling him that he was and had to be put in a suit where it belongs. He was trying so hard to listen to the conscience he knew he had due to the spirit of that dead girl taking over his body but he couldn't deny his system.
Endos must be put back into their suits.
The leader turned to Foxy, who had froze and also stared into the man's eyes.
He had seen him before.
"Hi Foxy!" the children said gleefully as they came into the cove, Foxy exclaimed.
"Ahoy me hardys! Welcome to the Pirate's Cove!" he then asked. "Now, who be the birthday boy?"
A little boy with brown hair and blue eyes excitedly raised his hand. The pirate chuckled, causing the little boy to smile.
"Come up to the front me hardy!"
The child went up to the front of the group and smiled up at the captain.
"Now what be yer name laddie?"
"I'm Mike!" he answered giddily. "Mike Schmidt."
"I...can't do it!" the pirate said, but his hook stayed up as if it was being held by some unknown force. "Tis man be as innocent as a child. I...just..."
Suddenly, with great force, Foxy's sharp metal hook crashed into Mike's stomach. The man groaned in pain as blood gushed out from the newly formed wound. He jerked as the pirate did it again, blood splashing on his face and mixing with the tears that were falling from his eyes.
Chica came back with the suit just as Freddy joined in on the action and began moving around muscles and tissues so that they could fit within the Freddy suit that he was about to be stuffed in. Bonnie helped as well by assisting the chicken in opening the suit just as Foxy and the bear were done.
Mike was dead now. As the procedure of moving things around came into play, the man's scream began to die down and become less and less to bear hearing as they were being mixing with the sounds of choking on saliva and blood until it stopped entirely with a sickening groan. His blue eyes turned over and he died on the spot.
The bear gently lifted the man's body and placed him in the suit just before he shut it tight and noticed it didn't go all way down. Chica and Bonnie noticed this and began pushing it down while Foxy adjusted the guard's face to fit within the suit. Freddy watched the whole ordeal with a heavy heart.
Another innocent person was killed by their hands.
The bear stared down at his blood stained hands and noticed the metaphorical blood on his hands began to spread. He let out a sigh as the process was done and they stared at Mike's new form. Foxy was the first to speak.
"I remembered him...he be one of the best kids I ev'r had the pleasure of performing for."
"It's alright Foxy." Freddy sighed, giving the fox a hug. "It's kills us all."
"The bastard's already made us suffer!" Bonnie cried, his voice box morphing out of his usual voice and sounding more like the boy that was stuffed into him all those years ago. "Why is he still doing this to us?!"
"I don't know..." was the bear's answer. "but we have no choice. He's the man holding the strings. He's the one who controls us all. Our actions, our decisions, our thinking processes. We are all just mere puppets while he's..." an oily tear slid down Freddy's eye as he looked down at Mike, his blood seeping through the suit like the last man.
The bear wiped his face and said with misery.
"the puppeteer."