You know, the world always has a secret. Whether that be what lies in the depths of the ocean, or how dinosaurs actually looked. But for our sake, and his sake, the story we have to tell is about a secret hidden in the ruins of Joey Drew Studios.
It was a crisp autumn day, the studio was running right on schedule and the people walking up to the front doors we cheerful and talkative, until he came.
He drove up in his black car, fitted with custom tires and doors, a sign of class, and stepped out into the chilly fall wind. His demeanor was that of a morgue worker, and his appeal did nothing but help that. His name: Bertrum Peidmont. He had driven up to the studio 29 times over the last 2 weeks, each time leaving a sense of confinement in the air. He was one of the smartest men this side of the Atlantic and was not afraid to show it.
This one particular morning. He removed himself from the car and briskly walked up to the doors, causing a violinist, animator and janitor to move out of the way at dangerous speed on steps. He swung open the doors and marched inside the studio with high energy.
Inside the studio, he made his way to the lower levels where he knew Joey would still be.
And he was. Sitting at a table with the designs for a theme park on it. When Joey caught sight of Peidmont he visibly sagged and rubbed his eyes.
"Bertie, we've been over this. The park will need-"
"Not now Drew. I want progress. You've spent far to long staying in this mindset that it'll happen tomorrow. This project has gone on far to long for my liking." Bertrum stood in his suit proudly glaring at Joey Drew's stained attire and rumpled hair.
" And to mention, my name is not Bertie, it's Bertrum. I think the high level investors And Wall Street Press ought to know that as well, " He said, harumphing.
And that was when he cracked.
"You know what, your right Bertie. Let's get started on one of the rides right now," Joey said, standing up. He grabbed Bertrum's wrist and practically dragged him into an off room. Inside there was models for a spinning sortable ride(*like the one that is the boss in chapter 4 *). Joey practically threw him into a chair around the outskirts of the model.
"Stay right here. I've gotta go grab the.. Ah... 'tool box', " and with that Joey left the room. Bertrum stood up and scoffed at Joey's insensible actions. He rubbed his wrist and walked once around the model. It was big enough. Could be big enough to actually be the ride, except for the fact that all the gears and hydraulics were solid. They couldn't turn easily, and it would be noisy. Probably would fall apart with a few hits to the cogs on the arms. He took off his expensive jacket and rolled up his sleeves. He was just getting started on pulling the covers off of the middle to look at the inside when Joey returned.
"Bertie? What are you doing?" He gasped, dropping what sounded like a woven basket and ran over to Bertrum, who was inspecting the inner mechanics.
"Joey Drew, this 'model' that you have is fully functioning. How would that be? I specifically told Lacie that it was to remain a model," he murmered pulling a wrench out of his coat. Joey looked uncomfortable.
"Well, ah, you see that, we; uh... I, thought it would be a good idea to build it entirely. Working properly , you know... Try and see if it would work? " Joey was very uncomfortable now as he walked back to his basket.
Suddenly, there was a loud flash of light and what sounded like Wally Frank's upstairs screaming 'I'M OUTTA HERE'.
Bertie stood quickly and ran past Joey to the door, which slammed down right as he got to it. He looked backwards at Joey, who was standing by the lever, holding it down.
"Drew!?!" Bertrum yelled, banging on the door, "What are you doing!?" Joey chuckled and said with a voice not quite his own:
" wELl i tHoUGhT iT wOuLD Be RUdE tO iNtErUPt SoMEonE'S MeETiNG, DoN'T You ThiNk?! " Bertrum turned around and almost cried out for his mother.
Joey was no longer there. The ride, however was turned on, and thumping wildly. It's arms spinning at a scary speed, the gears squealing with regret and a sinister cackling from above. Bertrum faced the machine and ran for the gear box, the arms spun at him and he dodged.
His face was contorted with pain as he watched one of dreams try and kill him. But he wasn't going to destroy it. He made a daring leap for the center, and was blasted aside by one of the arms. Bertrum was thrown into a wall with the force and slid down.
Blood poured out of his nose as he stood again and tried waiting for it to stop spinning. When it did, he ran for the gear box and almost made it. The pulley system keeping the door open slammed closed with no one near it.
Joey's voice echoed above screaming things like "KEEP THE PARK ALIVE" and "CONTAIN HIM"
Bertrum was about ready to throw the towel in.
Another arm hit him in the leg.
He was ready to throw the towel in.
He walked forward when the arms stopped and stood facing the ride, waiting for the arms to continue. And when they did.
One hit took him out
Joey walked back into the room to see the dead architect on the floor, the machine stopped and waiting. He smiled.
Fnaf style he stuffed Bertie into the gear box in the machine.
30 years later... Henry found him.
Author's note:
This is half baked. Just a little idea I had about how Bertrum became the ride. I might continue this later and upgrade from a oneshot if I feel like it. Also, please tell me if there are any punctuation mistakes or spelling errors, words that might be screwed up. Autocorrect has never been a friend of mine.
Anyway, thanks for reading and halve((See what I mean)) a nice day!
