Hi, guyz! This is my first fanfic so plz go easy on me!
Warning!
-Intense violence (gore and human dismemberment)
-Strong language
-Psychosis themes
-Major spoilers to FNAF 3
-This is an AU, so it's in my prespective!
-Don't scream at me if the hair/eye color isn't natural
-Not recommended for the weak at heart (Basically u need a strong stomach)
Enjoy!
Summer Job
Darkness…
I felt like I'm walking in the black abyss, and that each step I take, the atmosphere grows colder. And colder. And darker. I almost felt like I was going to freeze into an ice block, but I didn't. Then out of nowhere, a purple light shone upon me and my surroundings, as I saw a grotesque sight.
Corpses... Everywhere. Blood and guts all spilled onto the ground. And the smell was worst that one of a toilet. One could count them up to the hundreds, or even thousands. I felt like vomiting, but I was able to swallow it up. Disgusting I know. As much as I didn't want to, I started inspecting the putrid-scented bodies. I started with the ones closest to me.
The first one was the mangled body of a toddler, no older than 7. Some of his limbs were detached from his frail form. One of his pink eyes was popped out of its socket, leaving a trail of blood on his face like red tears, as it dangled on the side of his head. The poor squirt looked like he was compressed into something hard and rock crushed, leaving his weak bones shattered and his once delicate skin ripped off, all resulting a dead boy's corpse. Then spotted something I hadn't noticed before. I saw black lines coming from his back. Curious, I lightly flipped over the body, disturbing a few maggots' nests on the process. I proceeded removing the tattered shirt he had on. Other than blood and a few cuts on his back, it was completely bare, with the kanji 死 tattooed in black. Suddenly, the bloody husk started twitching for a few seconds. At that point, I was inching away, as the kid's face was covered in pitch black, no longer recognized. He stopped twitching, as I glanced the corpses around him, who were close to his age, in a similar shape. Now I had enough with this batch!
I moved to a second one, this time a young man, probably in his mid' twenties. He laid on his abdomen, where I couldn't see his face, also covered in blood and dirty blond hair. By the looks of it, we could almost say he was stabbed by a thousand knives, he was in worse shape than those goddamn kids over there! On closer inspection, I could see some metal like springs covering his limbs and torso, ultimately piercing the skin and creating bloody gaps. What seemed like a uniform, had a few shreds from the springs, also caked in the red fluids. He was pretty much met with an agonizing demise, and very gory too. Well at least this one wasn't infested with maggots...
I took a quick look at some of the other corpses in the purple light. Some had stab wounds on the gut area, others were headless. Hell, there was also this one which it seemed she drunk acid, her whole stomach has melted away and we can see the ribs sticking out as well the rest of her insides. I then stopped at this particular corpse.
She laid on her side, her back facing at my direction. I walked around her to get a better look. Unlike the other ones, she wasn't a bloody wreck, but rather skinny, very skinny... Strands of her hair were hiding her eyes, as if she didn't want to be recognizable. But the most disturbing part of all, while the other bodies were frowning or had a terrified look on their faces, she was smiling, almost as if she was expecting something after. As I was about to move the strands of hair, she weakly gripped my wrist. I gave of a horrified scream, she slowly opened her dead eyes, eyes I could clearly remember who they belonged to. They stared into my very soul.
"Little brother" whispered a soft, yet all too familiar voice.
That's the last thing I remember before waking up.
I woke up with a gasp escape from my lips, then I remembered the events of last night. The corpses, the children and-...
I couldn't take it anymore so I ran to the bathroom as fast as I could, and throwing up my supper from yesterday. I panted and wheezed as I tried to clear my damn head. I walked to the sink and sprayed some water on my face. I didn't even mind drinking the water from the faucet. I headed back to my room as I read the time on my alarm clock.
6:00 AM
"Too fucking early!" I moaned, planting myself back into the safety of my covers.
About two long hours later, I decided to get my ass off my bed and lazily return to the bathroom. As usual, I do my stuff, take a shower, brush my teeth, dry my messy brown hair...
"Perfect" I said, as I proceeded my way to my closet to dress in my old red hoodie with a black shirt and blue jeans. Hands in pockets, I walked to the kitchen of my apartment and quickly made myself coffee. I don't think I'll be able to sleep after what happened. I sat on my couch and picked up the newspaper lying on the coffee table. As I swirled the pages over, I tried to find where I could a new summer job, since I got fired in my last one.
I mean, what's wrong with calling my boss a useless rot countless times and 'accidently' spilled coke on his stupid clothes when he clearly called me a dick!
Kevin Schmidt, son of Mike Schmidt (yeah Mr. Schmidt iz in da house) & his late wife, Hannah May. He's born in May 8th 1995 (about 22 years old) and lives in a town called Rivers' Edge (since it's close to a big river), in Texas. He's a young man of average height (5 ft 10 in/177 cm) and one to call emo. Kevin has messy dark brown hair and deep ocean blue eyes, that could attract any woman on sight (if he was a womanizer, of course) and also with a nice ass. He also took parkour lessons when he was still young. Despite his good looks, one would say that he has the worst personality... EVER. Even as an adult, he still acts like an immature, selfish, troublemaking, smart-ass teenager. Ahh... the good old days... Anyways, it'll be really hard making friends with this guy, probably because he was constantly bullied for no apparent reason (well, he has a friend, but that'll come in a bit).
Now Kevin lives in a small, yet decent apartment close to university. As I said before, he's a real smart-ass. I mean, he has like 90% in most classes! How amazing is that! But enough talk, let's go back to the story.
So far, no luck...Until I stumbled upon this.
COMING SOON!
Fazbear's Fright: The Horror Attraction!
Local amusement park is getting ready to scare your socks off with a new attraction based on the unsolved mysteries of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.
Featuring actual relics from the decades-old pizzeria, this new attraction is guaranteed to bring back your childhood in the worst way possible!
This is definitely Austin Fitzgerald's doing. That guy had his interests over these myths ever since he was 10, and eventually Catherine would join in the project.
Cathy... She spend almost half of her life searching on about the haunted pizzeria, but she's long gone now. It's been 10 years since anybody last heard of Catherine. Now that I think about... that corpse looked a lot li-
NO! Just forget about it, I hate going into conclusions... Besides it's too disgusting to even remember!
Just as I was going to take another sip of my drink, my phone rang. As I picked on the line, I was met with an all too familiar voice.
"Yo dude!" greeted Austin. I simply rolled my eyes.
"What d'ya want, Fitzgerald?" I replied all too boringly.
"Yeah, you probably heard about-"
"I just read it" What now?
"Great! I wanna hire as security guard for the horror attraction!" I can feel his smile through the phone.
It took all of my sanity from yelling 'FUCK NO YOU DAMN ROT!', but I managed to keep it in somehow. Hearing my silence, Austin added.
"I'll pay you 20$ an hour, a-and you can bring a friend if you want..." he trailed off.
20$ an hour?! Is he insane!? Then again, maybe he is, who knows? And surely desperate. About bringing a friend... Well, she would most likely be interested and eager to help.
"Fine" I finally answered. "But it better be fucking worth it."
"Awesome!" he cheered, not minding my swearing. "You'll be coming at 11:30 PM, and since the place isn't too far from where you live, no problem!"
"Well... See ya rot!" I said, hanging the line before he could've say anything else.
Seven fucking hours of boringness later...
I heard a knock on the door. I put down my eighth cup of water on the coffee table and walked to the door to answer. As I opened it, I was greeted by a woman holding a satchel on her right shoulder (which seemed heavy to carry), with a bright genuine smile smeared on her face.
"Kevin-chan!" she squealed (think of a 14-16 year old Japanese girl).
"Hikari," I started. "You realize you're way too early, we're supposed to go at 11 or so and it's like –what, 3:00 PM?"
Hikari just shrugged her shoulders, a sign that she has nothing else to do.
"Come in..." I sighed, letting her the entryway as she skipped her way in. I finally closed to the door and locked it. Hikari sat on the couch I was sitting on, and when I came to join her, she offered me one of her chocolate chip cookies, which I calmly accepted. That gesture made her smile even brighter, as we started nibbling our cookies.
Hikari Morizaki, daughter of the deceased Izuru and Mitsuki Morizaki. She's born in December 13th 1995, just a few months younger than Kevin, originating from Japan. Her height is under average (5 ft 3 in/160 cm). She has long glossy black hair and bright honey brown eyes, also having a busty chest. The first thing that comes to somebody who just recently met her, is 'kawaii' (or cute in English). She always has a childlike personality, just like Kevin, only more positive and more girly.
Her parents were murdered when Hikari was barely 4 years old back at Tokyo. Kenji Morizaki, her uncle and godfather who also lives in Rivers' Edge, took her in treated the little girl like his own daughter. But even with the affection of her family, she still had hardships in her life. She had a poor English vocabulary (and still does to this day), so kids would pick on her. It was until she was in first grade that she Kevin Schmidt, top rebel of the class. Seeing that they sat on the same table and the fact they always get bullied, the two quickly became best friends and have been ever since.
So basically, Hikari is one of the few people Kevin actually trusts and 'cares' about. At least he's not an asshole with her. She currently lives in the same apartment, as Kevin's neighbor. BACK 2 DA STORY GUYZ!
Several hours passed as we were chit chatting about random stuff like bunnies. Honestly, I usually feel a bit deranged each time we talk about those 'fluffy' and 'cuddly' creatures. Okay, maybe I'm a bit paranoid, but could never sure, y'know?
Anyway, occasionally Hikari would giggle or jump on her seat. She would even point at things that weren't there and get a bit worked up. I know... she's not the most 'normal' I ever met, other than Austin of course, but she's still better than all of those douche bags back at school, and those no lives hanging out in the bar each night, waiting to get fucked up by a stranger. And in truth, I kind of like her company, always making me feel... happy.
I checked the clock where it read 11:10 PM. I stood up from the couch and went to get my keys, my phone and my wallet, in case for an emergency snack or... something else.
"Hick" she turned her head at my direction, as I was walking towards the door. "Ready?"
She also stood up from her seat and ran to join me at the doorway, with her signature smile plastered in her face.
"Hai!" Hikari responded.
We left the apartment building as we made our way to Fazbear's Fright. I felt that this would be a bit of a breeze for me, and an archive of relics for Hick. I mean what could go wrong now?
The clock is ticking,
There isn't much left for me,
What would come is inevitable...