"I remember you!"
William shivered at the rough, animalistic voice drifting from the opposite side of the room. Hadn't he shocked that damn bastard enough to put him in his proper place? Some children never learn. Oh, wasn't that the truth. He glared into the still blackness where he assumed the animatronic's stage was. Hopefully the fox wasn't planning another one of its annoying games to taunt him with. He didn't fear these brats, but he'd be one stupid man if he underestimated their capabilities or their intelligence. William owned them, and he made sure they knew it. He was their master, the ringleader, and if they dared step out of line, well, there was always time for another controlled shock.
This time though he was pushing his luck. The animatronics had been becoming more aggressive towards him lately. The leash he used to maintain control was tearing; they were no longer afraid of the shocks. Of course, this was just the perfect time to leave his new blueprints in the Parts and Service room. Sometimes William had to admit to himself that he was a very stupid man. One with a death wish, but of course if there was no risk there would be no gain. He'd rather have used the vent system, but those dolls had made that detour impassible.
"I'm so happy that you've decided to come see my show tonight! There's going to be the most magical of games and, of course, me, the star of the show. Please, ladies and gentlemen gather round, gather round, showtimes are on the hour!"
William clenched his teeth, wondering what the fox was up to this time around. "Please, no games tonight. I'm tired of playing around," he murmured under his breath. Dammit! It's just a hollow alloy shell. Don't talk to it, don't think about it. A lie. What a silly dreamlike lie.
His experiments and victims knew exactly who he was and what he had done to them. They remembered, they grew up, they fused with animatronics, and they were very capable of thinking and of putting the pieces together. William knew exactly what they were all thinking: that he was a monster. A selfish, worthless, demon. He would agree that he was all those things- because he was, lacking emotion and guilt- but he still knew the true feeling of fear. One day, sooner or later, they would make him pay. He never dwelt long on this premonition because, in all honesty, it didn't bother him that much. After all, he had a good run.
A tired sigh escaped William's mouth as he slowly started walking across Funtime Auditorium. He kept a steady grip on the flashlight, but sweat started to accumulate, making the task difficult. Deep laughter echoed throughout the room, bouncing off the walls and rattling his stinging ears. That fox just won't give up.
His hand raised the flashlight and flicked it on. The clicking signaled a wave of bright light and William stopped in place. From his left side stood the white fox with pink highlights, with his mouth agape in a wide and less than friendly smile.
"You are getting too old for this, my friend, and far too slow!" The fox cocked his head to one side as William's flashlight began to flicker and the light grew faint and dimmed. "This will be my last performance and the most fun!" The man steadily backed away keeping his eyes locked on the fox. The metal plates on its face opened and closed in an agitated or excited state and a man's deep laughter exploded from the animatronics jaws. Such a broken and unnatural sound to come from a useless pile of scrap. Funtime Foxy's limbs shifted so that it was standing on four legs, like the feral animal that he was. Still emitting human-like laughter, robotic screeching joined the horrifying display. At that moment, human and animatronic were truly one. That was the question that William could never figure out. Those machines that he built...were they alive to begin with? Could they think and feel? Even to a minimal degree?
"We remember you, William. We all remember you. Each and every one of us wants a piece of you. To take you apart and put you back together all over again, and again, and again. No matter how many times you take us apart or throw us away, we will come back. Because you own us and what you own will always come home to you." The animatronic paused as if pondering over his own words before looking up at the man who was frozen in place. Shaking its head slightly in wonder and awe, the fox gave one last sad and dark chuckle. Funtime Foxy pounced, aiming right at William's throat with his metal teeth. He never did notice the taser in the man's other hand.
William couldn't say anything, he didn't try to move either. He just stood there, dead silent, as he watched the fox spasm on the floor as the electricity surged through his body. He continued to shock the animatronic until long after it had stopped twitching: you could never be too sure about these things.
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They had all been waiting for him. Waiting patiently to claim what was left of him. A fitting hell for the man who murdered more than a dozen little children. Though the fucking brats deserved all the fun that he gave them. They were given his special gifts, and now they had given him a gift back that he could never get out of. "Oh, hell no," the words escape in an unenthused moan. The camera was malfunctioning, and it was almost time for showtime. Just as the ventilation stopped and his sight went black, William felt a large pressure on his forehead and then a sharp stabbing sensation.
"It's time to take your final bow!" Funtime Foxy proudly announced.
Of course, this wasn't the end. No, he would continue to play this game of retribution for eternity. A performance was demanded of him and now he must deliver.
Just a little encounter between William and Funtime Foxy. Special thanks to Mable for looking over this story for me and correcting the sentence structure/punctuation errors. As always reviews and critique are appreciated and I hope that you enjoy the show!