After months of waiting, here it is! Lost Souls!
Thank you all so much for being patient with me for this, and I will try and update this once every couple days or so, maybe even more if I can.
Anyway, Lost Lives was such a fun story to write, and I really love everyone who supported me through that!
This is the second story in the Lost Lives series, and this comes as a sequel after the events of Lost Lives...
But the story won't end here, I'm planning on a prequel after I've completed this story.
The prequel will show how Freddy and the gang met the Toys, Jeremy, and fills you in on more of a background story.
Also I will be doing spin off series with some of the characters from the first story, such as Omega, his story showing the events that happened at the sister location after Vincent met his fate and his location was shut down.
I will also be doing one with Alpha and his pack, showing their story. Now I'm undecided if that will show the events after Vincent or before.
And last but not least, Abigail. Her story will start off on that fateful day when she met Vincent, and was abducted.
I hope you're all as exited about this sequel as me, and again, Thank you all so much for your support!
Exactly a year ago today I started Lost Lives, and today marks the day the story continues.
And a special thank you to Level-up1 for making all this happen, and DrawDrop for always being there as well.
Here we go, ENJOY!
And until next time, Peace!~
It was winter...
The cold winds blew harshly across the snow covered ground.
Tall snow drifts blocked the boarded up doors of an old building, left to decay for several years.
Did anyone remember the building? Maybe, Maybe not...
But after all that went down there several years back, it wasn't really likely that many good memories still lingered.
A place that was meant for laughter, for children, was twisted into something so horrific the world should be glad it had faded.
The dense woods that surrounded that old building had overtaken it, hiding it away from the world.
Many thought that the old place was just a sick legend, created by someone wanting to give their friends a good scare.
But for those who experienced such a God awful thing, they knew it was probably for the best it had been forgotten.
Many unlucky souls had died there, and even in previous locations, the same thing.
The clock hits 12, they woke, and they slaughtered.
Well... Almost all of them anyway.
Few lucky guards who trusted one of them were able to survive, and they never came back.
But she never really expected them to...
Why would they? To tell her thank you? No, and to be honest she didn't want to see them again.
She didn't want them to ever return to that place...
But that all changed when she was finally able to calm the others down enough and get them to accept one guard.
Well... Almost all of them.
The one who gave them life despised all adults... But you honestly couldn't blame him.
Freddy's had remained safely tucked away for several years, after the owner turned up missing, Scott had bought the building back.
Little good that did though, all the animatronics were missing, and records showed that they had been sent off to be scrapped.
Well, what Scott didn't know that it was only Toy Bonnie, Toy Chica, Toy Freddy and Bonnie who were truly sent off.
The others had met a different fate, one worse than the Toys.
They were hacked away piece by piece, bit by bit.
Their souls still lingered however, but were unable to attach themselves to a body.
They were all waiting for the rest to move on.
Puppet, Gold, Spring Bonnie, and Felicity.
And until those four souls escaped they'd linger. They'd wait.
After Scott had done some digging, he decided to look in the back room, hoping to find some older models or at least spare parts to make replacements for the animatronics from scrap.
What did he find? He found the animatronics.
The original oil and blood soaked animatronics, and something more.
In the corner, a corpse... Blood was splattered on the walls and floor, the old yellow rabbit suit had rats surrounding it when Scott caught sight of it.
The vermin were eating pieces of what Scott knew weren't the animatronic.
So what did he do? Boarded that room back up and abandoned the building.
He knew that the animatronics were possessed, but he was more worried at the moment as to what in the name of God went down in that building and where the man who bought it had gone.
Fritz was the name of the man, which Scott found odd.
He had an old guard named Fritz, but the man who bought the building wasn't the same Fritz.
But he still felt like he knew him somehow or from somewhere.
That was all in the past now, and the building still remained how it was left all those years ago.
"The kitty's waking up..." A figure whispered to another, watching from the darkness.
"Don't make contact with her..." The other figure whispered back. "He wouldn't be happy if we tried to prompt her to remember... And besides, we've done enough to the poor girl..."
The slightly smaller figure nodded and vanished back into the shadows with his friend, leaving the cat alone once again.
In the darkness, a figure began to stir.
Her body ached and her fur was soaked in water.
The girl's eyelids were heavy and she had trouble keeping them open.
She felt like a train wreck, she felt like she was dying.
Groaning in pain, the cat drug herself up onto her knees, panting a bit and looking around the dark room.
"Where am I...?" She mumbled to herself, not recognizing the dark room.
Her head was throbbing and her arms were becoming weak from holding herself up.
"P-Puppy?" She called out, looking around the damp room, seeing nothing but broken arcade machines.
"Foxy?" She called out, becoming frightened by being alone and in pain.
The little cat pushed herself to her feet, stumbling over to an arcade machine, trembling and having trouble standing up.
"F-Freddy?"
No response.
The cat's shaky voice bounced off the walls, echoing right back into her ears.
She was cold, she was in pain, and she was tired.
"Chica? Bonnie?" She called out, scanning across the room and seeing no one.
"P-Puppy?" She called out again, but this time in a hushed whisper.
She was scared, she didn't want to admit it, but she was scared to death.
For all she knew, her friends were scrapped, dead, sent off to some other pizzeria in God knows where.
Whining out, she looked up at the ceiling, seeing a hole along the ceiling wall.
That was her ticket out of here.
Scanning across the room, double checking she hadn't overlooked any doors, the broken cat gently slid down the arcade machine, taking slow soft breaths.
"Okay..." She mumbled under her breath, closing her eyes and yawning. "I need to rest..." She thought, knowing that being injured and trying to climb a wall wasn't the best idea.
"I'll rest now... And once I'm strong enough... Then I'll get out..." She told herself, dozing off into a quiet slumber.
Her chest hurt every time she sucked in a shallow breath, and even just keeping her eyes closed hurt.
It was going to take a lot more than rest to get her into shape, but if she rested now she'd maybe at least be able to scale that wall.
To get out of there, but maybe not...
In another part of the pizzeria, a grey wolf sat in a corner, growing irritated.
"C-COME ON!" He whined out, holding onto two animatronic body parts, trying to joint them together.
"For the love of niños muertos!" The grey wolf growled out, placing the body parts down and standing up, sighing.
Beneath him, lay the dead mangled body of a tan animatronic.
His body was ripped into several small bits, and he had a bar sticking through his jaw.
It's face was covered in red blush on his cheeks, and he had blue streaks down his eyes.
"If I can't get more spare parts-..." The wolf stopped, turning and looking at several other dead animatronics in the room.
"I'll fix all of you, my friends... But he comes first..." He sighed, and smiled slightly, returning his gaze to the tan dog.
Several tentacles extended from his back, as he lifted himself off the floor, crawling across the ceiling.
"I need more parts..." He mumbled to himself, slipping through an air vent and pushing himself inside.
His red and green eyes glowed in the dark vent as he drug himself around with his front paws, coming to a section of the air vent that broke off into four paths.
In the center of it all was a vent door, barely big enough for him to slip through.
Crawling over it, Omega used his back feet to kick the door off, sending it crashing to the floor, echoing through the halls.
Backing up, Omega lowered himself out of the vent, using his tentacles to cling to the ceiling.
Using his excellent night vision, the wolf looked around the room, his eyes locking onto a faint flickering light from down the hall.
"How is anything even still functional?" He pondered to himself, silently crawling across the ceiling.
He peeked his head around the corner, seeing the source of the light instantly.
An old broken down arcade machine. Well, obviously not completely broken.
Some of the parts were still functional... Parts... "Bingo..." Omega grinned, crawling closer to the room.
The wolf lowered himself down to the floor and sprinted to the room, dropping to his knees when he reached the machine.
He lifted one of his back legs up and kicked the machine open, the door falling off of the front of it, several tokens spilling out.
The shiny metal coins were of no concern to Omega. He simply brushed them away, the faces of the old animatronics on them almost staring back at him.
Reaching into the old machine, the wolf felt something clamp onto his fingers.
He quickly retracted his paw, shaking a rat off as it flew across the room, slamming onto the floor and scurrying off.
Omega rolled his eyes and licked the bite site, returning his attention back to the machine.
Reaching back into the machine, he felt around, feeling a clump of wires.
He unplugged them from their jacks and pulled them out, using some tentacles to grasp onto them as he reached back inside, pulling out more parts.
"C'mon..." He mumbled to himself, pulling out a cloth and setting all the parts he had collected on top of it.
He wrapped them up and lifted himself back up onto the ceiling, crawling away back to the room.
"If this doesn't work I swear to God..." He mumbled to himself, crawling back up into the air vent.
...
I don't recall it after that...
Try harder...
...I can't...
Please...
...Stop it...
...
Why can't you just vanish like the others?
...
Answer me...
...
PLEASE JUST ANSWER ME!
... What's the point?
...I don't even know anymore...
Please... Tell me everything that happened...
... Are you even real?
Of course I am...
...Then why can't I touch you anymore?
...Remember...
I can't...
Try...
I don't want to do this anymore...
Do you think I do?
...
No... Now please... Try...
... Ask me again tomorrow...
...
It's not like I can go anywhere...
... Then I'll see you tomorrow..
... Will I?
...Goodbye, Fel...