"There's a lot of souls in this room" Bill said as he grinned ear to ear. "I suppose you were the one they mentioned before. " He went back to smiling. Bill had become aware they'd been quiet during all of this, but knew they were still in here. With his mind's eye he could easily see them. They weren't invisible even if they inhabited an animatronic. "I'm curious though, so humor me meatbag. Why are you collecting souls?"
"I'm trying to find a way to bring my son and daughter back, long story short. If you can find Thomas Afton and Norah Afton and bring them to me, you can have every lost soul in this damn building, and then some." There were twinges of excitement in his voice hidden beneath the dead seriousness of his tone, his pupils still more akin to pinpricks than anything else. In all honesty, bringing them back to life had never been the plan, not until now at least. But plans can change, especially if a demon just offers his services in exchange for a fair trade. "And you can call me William, second of all."
Initially, he wanted to free his children from limbo; let them move on. It was a surprising moment of care from a monstrous serial killer, but his children were a completely different story in his skewed viewpoints on life. He held no remorse for anyone else, but he'd been fighting for years to get his two youngest back. Really, at this point, it was all he had left to do.
Bill paused as he thought about it for a moment. "Finding lost souls takes time and energy I hope you realize. So I hope you plan to continue to bring people here or else I won't have the energy to even attempt such a thing." He lied. He could easily try to find them with his mind's eye but he wanted to play this human like a fiddle. See what he could get and how far he could get. Bill had always been a pathological liar after all. A true now he needed sustenance to heal his body. He was still trembling before looking up at William.
"There should be plenty around here, unless they've all run off." With a deep, quick huff he relaxes, bringing a hand up to run through his hair in an attempt to fix the messy locks. "I know there's at least three back in the room you were last in, locked in the other animatronics." He moved to fix his tie next, only then realizing the throbbing pain in the back of his head. Honestly he had to pray he wouldn't get a concussion from that one...
Bill turned to face where the next room would be as he dove right through the wall. Just like a ghost moving through a door it did nothing to hold him back. The demon went right through an animatronic and latched onto the first soul he'd managed to grab.
"What a shame you'll never make it to the after life" He chuckled darkly to it as he stuck out his tongue licking it. Tasting the sweet flavor this one happened to have. Some were sweet, some were bitter and some tasted like candy. That's why he loved eating souls. they were never the same and the young ones tasted the best in his opinion. So fresh and new, So defenseless. Unlike older souls who had more defenses than a fresh one. The newest ones were the most tender ones.
The soul's transparent face was shocked as Bill yanked him out of the suit he'd been occupying for so long, wiggling helplessly in the demon's grasp. "Let me go!" The other animatronics turned in shock at what they were seeing, taking slow steps back as they watched their friend being lifted into the air. It wasn't long before a fox-like character made a lunge for him though, letting out a cry as it swiped a hook hand down.
Bill just let the fox plunge the hook into his stomach. He refused to let go of the soul as he gripped the hook, forcing it downward, slicing his stomach right open as he made a delighted noise. It was a bit much for him, pleasure shooting through his body, his eyes rolling up slightly as he grinned sadistically. He almost dropped the soul he was holding. Not giving 8 shits if his guts were hanging out right now or not. It wasn't even remotely going to stop him. Maybe if he was a lesser demon. He was powerful and hungry and sadistic. He was an eldritch demon after all.
The fox yanked its claw out again, the motion forcing it to jerk backwards and nearly collapse off of the stage before it made another attempt at slicing. Oddly enough, a bright light shot from the smaller, red-haired animatron, flying out of the room and into the wall so abruptly it was gone in the blink of an eye.
Bill was surprised as he turned, following the red light only to have a hook in his back. This time he did drop the soul as he arched into the hook. "OH FUCK! Don't stop!" He cried out in bliss. This guy was a masochist big time. He thought he was going to blow his load right then and there. "Fuck you little shits are working me up too much. It was worth coming here for all the trouble after all." He was grinning the most creepy grin. The demon looked way too happy to have the fox slicing him apart.
Just like that, the foxes hook yanked itself out again, taking slow steps back in apparent disgust; or maybe it was fear. It only took a second for another wave of electrical current to strike the animatronic to its knees however, the soul of the person within it crying out in surprised agony. William and his eldest son, Michael, were watching the whole thing, though Michael had been listening to music too loudly for them to actually hear what the demon was saying.
"If he dies I'm going to be thoroughly disappointed." William muttered. Michael gave his father a look that was a cross between worry and his usual, shellshocked frown, but he didn't voice any opinions. Not yet anyway. He wasn't sure what to think of it all yet, and he wasn't exactly getting the best example at the moment.
Bill eventually used his cane to slowly stand up. Bill's body was sweaty as he moved his hand down to his guts rubbing some of the blood on his stomach, licking his fingers as his ribs popped back into place. He let out a huff not caring if his food got away as he pushed his organs back in. "Pity." He said, slowly turning to the animatronic that had hit him, staring down at it. Blood leaked from the corners of his mouth as he stared, seeing the terrified soul within it. "Hurts don't it! Well I promise what I'm about to do to you won't hurt me at all kid!" He cooed at it. Bill was practically salivating at the thought of devouring the soul.
Bill reached forward ripping the soul from the animatronic, eyeing it. "Since your lil buddy got away I'll just settle with you." He moved his head back opening his mouth. "Adieu." He said forcing it into his mouth with one finger. Biting down on it eagerly. Whenever he held a soul it would become visible to the naked eye. Once he'd begun to swallow the poor thing his body slowly began to repair itself. He used his free hand to push his intestines back into his body running a clawed finger over the cut as he swallowed the soul. The worst of the cuts slowly repairing themselves as he fully stood up with a sigh. Eventually he disappeared only to reappear behind William and Michael putting his arms around their shoulders, his head between them as he smirked. "Well well, I know you two have been watching me this entire time." His fingers dug into their shoulders a bit roughly but not hard enough to bruise, but enough that it was obvious he was doing it.
Michael jerked in response to the touch, whipping his entire body around with a whispered "Christ" whilst Will simply turned his head.
Under different circumstances, William wouldn't have been very impressed with what kind of a beating Bill could take, but he didn't need a warrior. He just needed a dumbass demon to go on a hide and seek mission. "You let one get away, I thought you said you've been at this for a while?" He reached up to grip Bill's hand again, moving it forwards to get the claws un-stuck from his suit so he could pull the demon's hand completely off relatively safely.
"And you ruined my fun" He retorted. "It can't leave this place so I wouldn't worry too much." Bill's nails dug in a little more before he let go. He picked at his teeth with a claw before looking to both men. Backing up a few steps before noticing something out of the corner of his eye as he turned to look.
He didn't say a word about it though as his tongue licked over his teeth. He could see a soul was watching him and it intrigued him how brave some of these souls could honestly be, but he didn't make a move to attack it. He was still in the afterglow of his previous meal, and his fun. He wasn't interested in hunting for the moment. "I didn't see the one you were looking for though." He responded. Not like he'd really made an attempt to even bother looking. He didn't care.
"How did we ruin your fun?" Michael asked. All he'd done was shock the Funtime Foxy animatronic to keep them from going anywhere. Unless..? the demon liked a good hunt? The room wasn't really big enough to host a decent predator-prey battle.
William honestly couldn't care less about how... odd the demon was, but Michael was visibly uncomfortable from all of this. He looked older, maybe in his early forties, but there was a child-like quality to his features and aura. While William seemed to fully embrace every ounce of the dark aura floating about him, Michael didn't seem entirely comfortable with his own. Parts of it almost seemed to eat away at him, poking and prodding and leaching at his heart.
"I'm not surprised, I doubt Thomas would care for this kind of environment." William replied. In a few moments however, part of Bill's response sunk in and clicked. "Wait, can't leave? You mean spirits are confined to one building?" He seemed excited about the fact, his face lighting up again despite his nearly angry expression.
"Wouldn't you like to know boy?" He replied to Michael as he turned to William. "Yes they're trapped here because they died violent deaths here. Ever heard of trapped souls? They're stuck here in Limbo because they can't ascend to where ever. Not like I care" He huffed still picking his teeth. "Thomas ?" He replied raising a brow. This had the demon intrigued.
Bill reached to stick a finger through one of the cuts in his vest to check if his wounds had healed. No scar or anything. "Gonna need to get an new vest" The demon tutted as he adjusted his suit a bit. "Suppose I should be more careful next time I get so excited I.." He didn't say that to anyone specifically. More just to himself than anything. Bill couldn't help but enjoy it though. He'd also been a sadist and a masochist and if it meant having a good time while hunting that made it all the more fun. He loved a good hunt though, made his prey taste all the more sweeter he'd claim. One reason he hadn't pursued the soul that had escaped. He knew they couldn't get away.
"Thomas Afton. One of the spirits you promised to find." William's glare turned deadly, his tone dropping down about five octaves.
Bill thought for a moment. "And the names of the rest?" He asked suddenly. "I assume you want more than one person after all. It helps to know names and even what they may look like." Bill chortled finally done picking his teeth, taking full note of Michael's distress. He liked that quite a bit. Seeing others fear him was always fun. "Want to make sure I don't mistakenly eat them after all." Though he had a feeling he wouldn't have an issue easily finding said spirits. There were just a lot floating about. Even a few malevolent ones had been drawn to this place not originally from the deaths. Which could happen. Of course he wasn't going to tell these guys that. Sometimes souls could become demons or evil entities and would be drawn to the power given off by such a place like this. After all that's how a haunting tended to happen. All the more fun for Bill of course.
"Norah Afton, and that's it." Pulling back one of the sides of his suit, he removes an old polaroid from an inside pocket before "offering" it to Bill. It was old, definitely. The white edges were warped and yellowed, and a hint of a tear forming on the top. There was also a fair sized chunk missing out of it, gingerly torn out to avoid ripping any other part of it. It was of four people, a younger William standing next to a much younger Michael along with two other children, a little girl with fiery orange hair, and a small boy with long, dark brown locks. Around the edges of the missing piece, hints of another figure could be seen, but only their arm was really visible, resting over William's shoulder to bring him closer.
If Bill tried to take it, William would resist, pulling it back after the demon could look it over. "There's another you can "have" upstairs for reference."
Bill eyed the photo closely. "I should be able to remember." He took note of every explicit detail including the chunk missing. How careful the tear was. This man must have some serious baggage. Bill thought to himself. This made him rather curious.. He took notes of everything in the room. Including the cameras, but cameras weren't perfect though, and couldn't pick up everything that his mind eye could easily see. How cute. "Easy enough, Could take a while though" Bill chuckled. The demon hadn't seen either of the souls in that room. Of course he hadn't been looking any way. The fool was way too focused on what he had been doing. Enjoying himself, losing himself in his blissful pleasure. It wasn't exactly as if he planned to get anything done right away. He wanted to milk this as much as he could for as long as he could.