Really, Underground? A second story you're writing.Yeah I know, i've been listening to a FNAF song someone made on Youtube and now it made me think of an idea. That idea caused me to write this. I really hope you guys will love it. I will still do the other stories of course. I will try writing this story different from my others. I want to see reviews on how you guys like this.
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Crimson Red
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My life was screwed up the moment I entered inside that godforsaken pizzeria. After since that man killed me I have become a monstrosity. I've been forced to stay inside that building my entire life. Every day I was either singing or stuck in the dark with that damn puppet influencing me more and more. I was terrified at the start. My mind broke giving less resistance. My very existence faded and I have become someone new. I was no longer some stupid kid that laughed upon hearing some guy say some stupid word. I've become a machine. A machine that was only able to obey. A machine made to entertain kids. Kids that I was once like. With the new "me" I have changed my thought on the world. Thankfully someone saved me. To bad I had to erase his memories. He knew so much that he was going to destroy me. This is who I am now.
It all happened at a place called Fred Bear's Family Diner. No I didn't die there but the killing started there. A man supported by a bad family past has broke. He killed an innocent child. That child was soon filled with evils. He only wanted revenge. His only curse though was to never leave the place he wanted to stay in forever. He stayed in the place after it closed down. Luckily, like magic, some idiot bought the business. He reopened that place into the restaurant called Freddys Fazbear Pizzeria. That name always sent chills down my metal spine.
I was a normal kid who wanted to have fun and eat pizza. I don't understand now how kids like that stuff. My friend has his birthday that day so he invited me and a few other friends. It was great. We laughed and ate pizza. The moment everything went downhill was when a man in a golden freddy outfit asked us if we wanted to see something amazing. A golden freddy was never known outside the pizzeria so we thought it was something spectacular. We stupidly followed him away from our parents and anyone else. We walked into the room asking where's our surprise. He turned around brandishing a knife and said, "Right here". He killed us off one by one. I was the first to die. I never even knew how old I was then.
I thought I was dead, yet I still wanted to live. I wanted to kill him for what he did to me. Then came my "Saving Grace". I saw from my still lively soul trying to stay in my dying body a black figure. It had a colorful mask on it's face. It offered me a second chance. A chance to get my revenge. I accepted it right away not caring about the consequences. It then grabbed my soul and put it into Foxy. I began to feel the metal costume on and with it the endoskeleton too. I was slowly becoming tired with my visions blackening. I saw the figure laugh and said to me, "GoOdNiGhT mY sWeEt PuPpEt". I then fell into a sleep like none other before.
I woke up the next day in the suit. It felt like my body to me. I looked around to see the other suits turn on too. Apparently it didn't take to long before we found out what happened. Some of us were terrified. They said they saw a dark shadow, and that it did something to them. They quickly went insane. Knowing that their sweet little lives have forever change, their mind was destroyed. I was one of those kids.
When we first started to perform we were greatly distressed. It looked like the suits were malfunctioning to the viewers. There were many "repairs" that we had. Trying to fix the problems that was us. It was at these moment that the puppet started to influence us. It began to change our names. It then moved onto thoughts. Then finally, it went into our memories. He was destroying them and replacing them. I forgot my name only to have a new one called Foxy. This made me terrified. I felt the memories go away as new ones went into their place. Being conscious while this happened wasn't a good feeling. It was like having a giant needle shoved into your brain and it removed all of your fluids. Only to be replaced by a more painful substance.
After a few nights of us going through torture, we had our first kill. Over time we grew a hatred toward the night guard. At one point we couldn't hold it in anymore. We walked up to him and killed him. He was terrified. When we killed him the euphoria was great. It relieved so much stress only to get it all back the next day. Every day went on like this. We killed someone almost every night. The puppet was happy. It laughed, encouraging us, saying we were doing good. There was a few who survived. It only made us more angry. At one point we stopped changing. We were "perfect" to him. He loved and and in return we loved him.
One day though, everything changed for the better. There was a new night guard named Hunter. He was my hero. He was different from the rest. He was able to not only survive but also explore. He escaped us every day and learned more and more. Finally on the seventh night of his job, the most anyone survived, he made a stand. He was inhuman. He somehow delayed him. Too Bad he didn't fully save us. When he first started to save us, he went to each one of us, and touched us. One by one our souls went up into the heavens. I was the last. In my robotic, corrupt mind this was horrible. He was killing them. With the last of my power, midway of saving me I did something. I killed him. I felt some of his powers enter me. Threw my fingers. My soul only cleansed halfway thru leaving me as an anomaly. My mind only half changed from this. I've became a true monster.
When your memories collide with false ones, you change into something different. My body changed too. Instead of an animatronic fox I have become half human - half animal. One side was human the other was you know what. The animal side was red colored fur without the facial features of Foxy. My body became more roader showing me true personality. I had a blood red flame printed on my chest. It was on both sides. I was not completely machine. The animal side became part machine. Also for some reason I was touching a guitar when this happened. I felt part of my soul went into the guitar. The guitar changed into an instrument for rock and roll. It was painted blood red with flames on it. I liked it. After that was a whole new story. It didn't take long for me to realize my powers so I left this realm. I looked at myself and that's when I realized. I need to put some damn clothes on. I found some jeans, a hoodie, some gloves, and shoes. They all not only felt great but also covered up my inhuman part of my body.
After that I was traveling between dimensions. I still had the curse of never leaving the pizzeria on me. The time always stayed the same between dimensions, so no matter what time it was in each dimension, the time was the same in all of them. I never escaped into another time. I was a completely different being. I still had a hatred toward the night guard, but I didn't have to kill him. I could leave them alone if I wanted to. I decided to change my name into something that suits me. A name that wouldn't make me into an animatronic yet not into a human. After much thought I found one. It was Crimson Red.
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Crimson Red
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This is my second i'll be writing. I've put so much detail than my others that i'm actually quite surprised. I want many reviews on how you guys think about this.
