Hey guys, Tgonthefiery here!
I'm really sorry I haven't updated in ages, but I've spent the last few days moving house. o.0
But anyways, new story! And I must admit, this one will be pretty freaking dark.
Also, this Fic will contain several Fan-Games, so you might want to read up on your Five Nights at Candy's trivia ;)
Anyways... Enjoy! But before that...
I do not own Five Nights at Freddy's (Scott Cawthon), Five Nights at Candy's (Emil "Ace" Macko) Final Nights (Jeliliam) Those Nights at Rachels, The Joy Of Creation (Nikson), POPGOES (Kane Carter), Five Nights at Tubbyland (Critalious Creations) or Five Nights at Treasure Island (Photo-Negative Mickey).
Enjoy the story!
(Just a side note: All Fan-Game timelines exist in this, even though this is completely AU. 0_0)
Chapter 1
False Information
Clunk, Clunk.
He felt the rain against his skin. It was starting to sting.
Splish, Splash, Clunk.
He trudged through a puddle of water, ignoring how uncomfortable his feet felt.
Splish, Splash, Clunk, Drip, Drip.
He didn't want to be in this storm for much longer.
Drip, Drip.
He stopped in front of an old warehouse. Well, that was what it was meant to look like. He'd designed it to look abandoned, the peeling paint and rusted metal. He pushed the door open.
Creak.
He sighed and flicked on a light switch. The room instantly lit up, revealing several different costumed animatronics on stands. It amused him that people just took one look at the place, assumed it was abandoned and left. What he hid inside was… quite different than what people thought. His gaze was drawn to the animatronics. It was a hobby of his, to make these animatronics. He hid them from the public, not because they were dangerous, but because they were sentient. He'd accidentally done it, and honestly he had no idea how. But he accepted it. However, if another person found out…
"Morning." He muttered glumly, still in a bad mood from the rain.
"Morning." Came the collective response. It was strange hearing it, since there were so many unique voices. He sighed as he strolled through the rows of animatronics. "Guys, you don't have to stay on those stands, you know. They're only for when police officers come." The animatronics instantly got off the stands and began to roam around the building. The so called 'warehouse' was actually his workshop. He had a job at a pizza place, just to keep his name covered. A few weeks earlier, a few people had come in to inspect whether the building was safe to knock down. However, when they opened the door to see a painted, well lit interior, with the basics of a home and a man working on a robot, they quickly dismissed the thought. However, they sent officers every week. It was slowly starting to drive him crazy.
Ding Dong!
The animatronics instantly scrambled back to their stages. He frowned.
"They're early." He shrugged. "Ah, whatever. If anyone moves, no oil for a month." They all instantly went silent. He cautiously opened the door. A policeman with a bushy moustache.
"Mr Schmidt?" "Umm… yes. Can I help you?" The policeman nodded. "Yes. We have video evidence that suggests that you were involved in a murder." He frowned. "I wasn't aware of any recent murders."
Clunk.
"Actually Mr Schmidt, it wasn't actually you who was caught on camera. It was one of your robots." A shiver went down his spine. His robots…
"Could you perhaps give me a description of the said robot?" He stared at him. "Perhaps I should show you the footage." He was starting to get extremely worried. "Yes, that would be good." The policeman shuffled inside grumpily. "Computer?" He nodded, booting up his computer. The policeman plugged in a USB and waited impatiently for the footage to load. "Mr Schmidt, this was taken last night." "Um, okay." He was getting more and more nervous. The footage came to life, showing a man leaning against a building. Nothing was happening. A car drove past. Suddenly, the footage blurred. He turned to face something which wasn't visible on the footage. His face showed utter shock. A tangle of wires reached out and grabbed him. He screamed. The thing moved into the view of the camera. And he saw its face. A face which was too familiar. His blood ran cold. The footage ended.
"Do you know which one of your robots did this?" He hadn't expected the question.
"Yes…" He gulped. "Please follow me."
xXx
He'd made the elevator for animatronics, not for people. Usually, he took the stairs whenever he went downstairs. But he didn't want the policeman to know about the stairs. Plus, the elevator was extremely obvious anyway. So he felt strange, standing in an elevator which he'd made which wasn't supposed to be for him. The officer however, seemed perfectly fine, despite being seemingly disturbed by the posters on the walls of the elevator.
"These are the robots down here?" He shrugged. "Yeah… their power was a little too great. I kept them down there for their own good." "They're… sentient?" "Um…" He wasn't sure what to say. Luckily though, they reached the floor before the policeman could question him.
Ding!
He sighed in relief.
Saved by the bell…
The doors flew open, blasting them with air.
The officer looked disgruntled at the sight of the vent in front of them.
"We have to go through that?" "Um, yeah. And another one after this. Don't worry, it isn't too bad."
Scrape, scrape.
"As said, it isn't too bad. Come on."
Scrape, scrape.
xXx
Scrape, scrape.
Clunk, clunk.
After going through two vents, the policeman looked extremely annoyed.
"Are we there yet?"
"Um… yeah. Just be careful with your words. He doesn't take kindly to strangers."
Clunk, clunk.
"Miiiikkeeeeee…"
"Is that-"
"Yes Ennard?" A tangle of wires dropped down from the ceiling. A clown mask was on its face, obscuring its endoskeleton head. Apart from that, it was completely made of wires. It stared them with empty eyes. "Mmiikkee… Wwhhoo issszz ttthhhiiiissssss?" Mike looked at the policeman. "Um, I didn't catch your name." He frowned. "Officer Dunn." "Right. Anyway Officer Dunn, this is the guy who was on the footage." Ennard stared. "Ffootttaagggeeee…?" Mike frowned. "I really need to fix your voice box…" "Wwhatt foootagee?" Officer Dunn frowned. "You were caught on camera, murdering someone. You might as well own up." Ennard scowled. "Wwhhyyyy woouuulldddd Iiii kill? Thhhereee issss nnnottthhiing ttoo ggaaaiinnnn." Officer Dunn stared. "You were caught. We have the footage. Although…" He turned to Mike. "You were the one who made him." "Wwhhaaattt ddooo yyyooouuu mmmeeeann hhiiimmm?" Mike frowned. "Officer Dunn, please refrain from calling Ennard a him. They don't like that." Ennard's eyes grew brighter. "Sssoooo, wwwwhhhhhaaaattt aabbbboouuutttt Mmikkeee mmaakkkinnngg mmeeee?"
Creak.
"Um, what was that?" Officer Dunn scowled. Mike gulped. "Uh, I think that was Lolbit. Anyways…" He turned back to Officer Dunn. "So what if I made him?" "Therefore, you're considered guilty. And so, I'll have to take you in."
"WWHHAAAAAAAAAAATTTT?!" Ennard wrapped his wires around Officer Dunn's neck and slammed him against the wall. "Ii ddoonnn'ttt kknnnoowww wwhhaaattt yyoooouuuu'rreee pplllaaaaayyyiiinnggg aatttt, bbuuttt yyoouu beeettteerrr nnoottt." "Ennard, drop him." Ennard growled, but proceeded to drop Officer Dunn. "Your robot just attacked me. I'm taking you in." Mike sighed. "And if I say no?" "You'll be resisting arrest." He frowned. "I-I…"
"SSSHHHRRRAAAUUUUGGGGHHHHHH!"
xXx
Officer Dunn didn't know about Mike's little microphone which relayed every noise around him to the animatronics. They heard everything they had said. The moment they'd heard the word 'Although', they'd rushed downstairs, knowing what was coming next. They burst in to the Private Room, showing their claws and teeth. Officer Dunn wasted no time. He grabbed Mike's hand, and began running to the elevator.
"C'mon!" Mike didn't resist, and just went along with it. He really didn't want to be charged with resisting arrest. He could hear the steps of the animatronics thundering behind them. They made it to the elevator, taking off before any of them could make it. Suddenly, a face was visible through one of the elevator windows. "What is that?!" Mike grimaced.
"I forgot that the Bidybabs could do that…" The doors of the lift burst open. The Bidybabs burst through, giggling like maniacs. Officer Dunn kicked open the door, the tide of animatronics crashing into it as it closed.
"Dammnit!" One of them yelled, a crow named Stone.
"Wait, why aren't we going after them?" Said another one in a low gravelly voice, RAT.
"Stupid, they'd see us! No one is supposed to know about us!" Growled another one, an extremely irritating rabbit called Reaper Spring Bonnie.
"Guys, break it up!" Yelled a brown bear wearing a top hat, Freddy, who happened to be their leader. Surprisingly, everyone went silence. He breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you…"
"But what do we do now?"
"Yeah!" He sighed. "I-I don't know." Cue to an uproar of yelling. He raised his hands. "Everyone, quiet down!" The animatronics reluctantly shut up. "We know that the reason why they took Mike was because Ennard supposedly murdered someone." Everyone instantly turned to face the said animatronic.
"WWhhhaaatt?" He growled. "Nothing. However, I honestly doubt that Ennard committed the murder. However, there is footage which showed him doing it."
Silence.
"It must have been a set up." The sea of faces turned again to see a bunny hovering over the crowd, completely black except for its eyes and teeth. Freddy frowned.
"What makes you think so, Shadow Bonnie? Ennard was on the footage. No outsiders know about him." Shadow Bonnie tilted her head. "I wasn't suggesting that it was set up by an outsider." Cue to confused murmuring through the crowd. "Guys, I know it's hard to get around it, but the fact is that only 3 people know about us, and only 2 know about Ennard." Every face in the crowd bore the same expressions. Shock and horror. Only 2 people knew about Ennard… Well before the footage anyway. "If one of them were to accidentally let it slip… well, word would get everywhere." Cue to gasping.
"Karen, I think you've freaked them out enough." A burnt hand caressed her shoulder. She protested. "Brother…" "I get it." He continued. "We all get it. But right now, I doubt or biggest concern is who the betrayer was. I think our current problem is how to get Mike back." "Kevin…" The Brother showed his face. Some of it was broken and bleeding. "Karen… do you remember how I got this scar? I was bitten in the head by Fredbear. Because of Mike. But I forgave him. Do you remember why? So that we could take revenge. On dad." "I-I…" "Mike is still in Shadow Fredbear. Don't ask me how, don't ask me why. But some of him is still out here, outside of that suit. And I'm determined to get him back. I don't care how, but we'll get him back. No matter the cost." His words soothed her. She began to relax. "…"
"We'll get Mike back!"
"Yeah!"
"We'll do whatever it takes!"
A lonely figure stood in the shadows of the room, before dissolving into the darkness. They didn't know the truth. He knew what they had to do. The thought saddened him. But still… They had to know.
They had to Find the Truth.
