Chapter 2: Fate

After Selene was born

In an unknown location, there was an ancient cave filled with the most powerful of magic. Nox followed her tour guide through the cave into a room, carrying a bundle of blankets in her arms. In the center of the room was a beautiful woman with long white hair wearing fine clothing. She sat on her loom, weaving the fates of many. They stopped before her and bowed in respect.

"What brings you here?" Janus stood up and faced the goddess with both of his heads.

"The… Writer. She has forsaken her duties, she has changed things. She made me channel the darkness of this child." He gestured to Nox's baby. "…and into the life force of Dirk, the Dire Wolf. There must be a way to undo it"

"I'm afraid not. What's done is done, my friend." The stone-face of The Weaver replied.

"But what now of them? Their fates?"

"Remained entwined, as they always were and always shall be"

"Of course" Janus disappointed faces replied

"Our concern now is The Writer."

"I have taken care of that, Mistress" Janus produced a gem. The Weaver flattened her hand out for Janus to drop it. She examined the petty stone in her hand with astonishment. The Writer was trapped inside. She walked to her vault where thousands and thousands of artifacts house on top of shelves.

The Weaver returned a short while after with a box in hand, giving it to Janus. The two-faced God of portals and transitions held on the box tightly. Nox silently cried at her daughter's screwed life.

"You must see to it there is no more damage. The Writer must never be allowed to toy with fate again."

The Present

Selene woke up from her nightmare with a small gasp. She rubbed her face, rubbing away her fears. She's been having trouble sleeping, how can she? When she know that her family wasn't safe. She entered the bathroom and cupped her hands under the running tap. Dirk had forgotten to turn the faucet off again. 'Never mind that now' Selene thought.

Selene washed her face and turn off the sink. She looked herself in the mirror, taking in the bags under her eyes and her messy hair. She sighed and turned the light off, returning under the covers trying to doze off.

Unaware to both of them, a box sat on the night stand. A crank stood out on its side connecting to a music box. Inside the Marionette's Jack-in-the-box was a secret compartment that house Jadeite, a green beautiful patterned gem.

Penelope woke from her dreams, looking around her room. She turned and saw Fenrir was sleeping next to her. She rubbed her eyes and thought about her dreams. it was always the same one. The box, the stone, The Writer but to night's was different. The dream shown her the location of the box and it was right in front of them.

Why was she given these visions? Penelope gritted her teeth, her emotions getting to her. She took a deep breath and counted in her head before releasing her tension. She frowned at herself and got up from the bed. She needed some fresh air.

Penelope stopped at a house and looked to the front door. This was the newly wedded house, brought by Penelope herself. She rang the doorbell and stood at the door. The lights inside lit up and the door opened to a sleepy Selene.

"Sorry, but this couldn't wait." Penelope entered the house and ran to the couple's bedroom. She grabbed the music box. Selene looked at her friend like she just gave birth to her and wanted to throw the new born out her window.

"You're coming with me." Penelope grabbed Selene's hand and dragged her to the car, driving them to the box's guardian. Penelope phone rang and fell onto the floor. She grabbed it and looked back up to the road. She stepped on the brakes when she saw Medusa. A pair of red eyes glared at the girls. Selene's and Penelope's screams cut short when they turned to stone.

Dirk yawned sleepily as razor sharp teeth bore glistering in the morning light. His smiled turned to a frown when Selene wasn't in bed at his side. He peeked down the hall, the eerie silence engulf him. On the fridge was a note left by Selene. The way it was written he could tell she was in a hurry.

Penelope had an emergency,
so I left with urgency.

I'll be back in a moment's notice,
your work you should focus.

Breakfast is on the stove,
they're doing the funeral in Foxy's Pirate Cove.

The phone rang. Dirk tripped while picking up the phone. He placed the phone on his ear as he rubbed his sore snout. Snores could be heard on the other end of the line. Dirk almost ended the call until he heard Selene gasped. The sound of his mate in distress cut through Dirk's heart as Selene whimpered.

"W… What do y… you want?"

Selene screamed in pain, crying as an unseen person hurt his wife. Dirk's eyes glowed red in pure rage as his grip on the phone tightened, nearly crushing it into dust. Whoever hurt his true love is never going to see the light of day. Before the line went dead, an inhumane scream rang through the phone as Dirk threw the phone into the wall.

Meanwhile

Fenrir smiled, who knew that being the new owner of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza was easy? James sat at the counter, deleting his pre-recorded messages. He was the one that left instructions on how to survive the nights. James was the mysterious Phone Guy.

Thanatos and Moirai brought the freshly baked pizza into the party room, placing it carefully on the table. Moirai, the Dark Child, sat in the kitchen waiting for the next order. She smiled that there was no more souls accusing her of things she never did.

CRASH!

The Weaver appeared out of thin air in front of the Dark Child. Moirai staggered back in shock.

"Hello, Executioner."

"Good Morning to you too, Clotho"

The two just stood there, watching each other carefully. The last time they met wasn't exactly nice. Sweat bead down Thanatos face, wetting his borrows as worry grip his heart. Fenrir watched from a distance, busy calming the customers from the sudden attack.

Where's Penelope when you need her?

The Weaver showed Moirai a long white glowing thread. The sisters' eyes turn black as temptation surged every part of their body. The Executioner lifted her hand. A pair of sheers formed out of thin air, her hands ready to snap it.

Fazbear Fright: the Horror Attraction

In an office, statues of Penelope and Selene stood at the center of the circular room as a box hung above them. A switch clicked and the rotor started spinning, slowly cutting the rope. The heavy box fell on them, cracking and breaking, releasing the Creator and Goddess from their stone prisons.

Penelope took note of their new surrounds as the creepy atmospheric lighting and props.

"Where's the box?" She staggered at the sudden pain her broken ankle gave way, falling to the ground. Selene rushed to her side, worried for her friend. She looked around, grabbing mentioned box into her arm. She half carried, half dragged the Creator to the chair at the desk. Selene lay her down and looked into the box that fell on them.

Pillows, blankets, bottles of water and packages of food stack nearly on top of each other. Somebody wanted them here. Selene peeked out the door and saw an exit sign above a door to her left. She smiled, it couldn't be that easy. Disappointment that it was locked Selene returned to the office.

And they did whatever they could to keep them here.

Selene tried to pick the lock and break the door down but only accomplish a bruised shoulder. She leaned on the wall and slide down to the floor. She pulled her knees to herself, an elbow placed over her knee. She was so exhausted, maybe just a little shut eye?

A small alarm beeped through the building as a red siren warned the sleeping girls of the error in the ventilation system. SpringTrap silently entered the office, surprised to see them there. SpringTrap covered Penelope with a blanket before lighting up the computer monitor. He pressed 'Reset All' button at the bottom of the screen. SpringTrap left the office, thinking that he saw the girls before one part of his life or another.

Selene gasped as she woke up to a purple ghost floating above her. Penelope slept soundly on the chair, a blanket covered her body.

"W… what do y… you want?" The ghost showed Selene a knife in its hands and raised the blade. She screamed, waking up Penelope from her slumber. The ghost disappeared, faded away from existence. The computer monitor lit up, showing the feedback of the cameras. A yellow rabbit stood motionless at a long hall.

The screen had two buttons, one labeled 'Play Audio' the other said 'Toggle Map'. Penelope clicked 'Play Audio'.

"Hello?" That was not what she expected.

She looked up and jumped back at the sight of the bunny staring at her. Alright then, let the games begin.

Back to the Pizzeria

Moirai's sheers broke, snapping in two. The thread still remains and so does the life force of that being. The weaver scowled, this couldn't mean anything. The sisters shook their heads and turn back to Thanatos.

"What is going on?" They signed and tried to get in a comfortable position.

"Moirai isn't our only name."

"What are you talking about?"

"We are called many things, written in the past." Thanatos scratched his head. They aren't making sense.

"The Moirai"

"The Norms"

"The Fates"

No. This couldn't be! Thanatos hand slam onto the table, supporting him from falling in shock.

"Many tittles"

"The Spinner"

"The Author"

"We have one other sister." They turn to each other, returning their gaze to the thread in The Weaver's hands. Three sisters that record the past, manipulates the present and decides the future. Whoever's fate they wanted to end must be someone of historical and futuristic value.

"She records things since the very beginning of time and measures the length of the lifetime in each breathing being." They show him said thread, not a single loose end or cut from the scissors. Thanatos had to say, he was impressed by their handiwork.

"I weave the life force of everyone that still here on this earth, giving them the choices they can make in life." She took the thread and pulled. Millions of little stings showed the many choices this living being can make, have made, could have make and will make.

"Lastly, the youngest in our family was The Executioner. She makes the decision on what the future holds for anyone and what they deserve." Thanatos looked to his longtime friend and partner. Shadow tentacles rose to the air, showing just how serious she takes her job.

"However, The Writer has disregarded the consequences." What does that mean? What happened to her?

"OK, but whose life force is this?" They hesitant to reply but they were going to find out anyway. They would know since they are Fate itself.

"Penelope" Fenrir eyes were so wide, they could have popped out of their sockets.

"WHAT!"

Dirk's P.O.V

Pain, which was the first thing I felt as I went searching for Selene. My heart wrenched and tightened so viciously that it was identical to a heart attack. I sniffed Selene's shirt one last time before leaving the threshold of our house.

I turn to her, where smell started and so does my journey for the search of Selene. A thought occurred in my mind, floating my entire body tensely. Is she dead?

No, I refuse to believe she is dead. Until I see her beautiful eyes again, I will not assume anything.

Selene was here recently but her smell was fading.

There was no time to lose! There was no way in my f**king life I am going to lose her, I will have my revenge if it comes to it. Dark magic flared in my paws, burning imprints on the ground. Selene is my light in the dark. She is the candle that guides my path. She is the sun that shines into my world. Wherever you are, I will find you, I will always find you.

Back at the Horror Attraction

Sweat dripped down Penelope's chin as she tried her best to keep SpringTrap away from the office. Something told her that bad things will happen if she fails. Selene is relying on her to keep both of them safe.

Selene managed to clean the wound and stop the bleeding, using part of her shirt as a bandage. So far things are not looking great for the both of them. Penelope took a bite out of her bun and look back to Selene but only to see Foxy standing beside the doorway in the office with them.

This Foxy was different. Foxy's once shiny red fur was charred and burnt. He was missing his right forearm and hook but the really distinctive thing about him was his eye. Instead, he has a white iris on his left eye socket.

Foxy's jaw seemed to be broken again and the most disturbing things was he was staring at Penelope with anger. Penelope screamed as Foxy jumped at her, launching himself with his teeth bared directly into her face.

Her vision black out for a moment before returning, fading in and out of consciousness. Penelope patted herself on the head. No bite, no harm done to her. She popped the maintenance window. Sure enough, an error had occurred in the ventilation system.

She pressed reset and checked the cameras. Pressing 'Toggle Map' she nearly fall off her chair as SpringTrap was climbing through one of the vents. Double clicking on the camera, she sealed the vent before SpringTrap could cause any more damage.

Small wordings warn Penelope of an error in the camera systems. She put down her camera to see SpringTrap directly in front of her, stepping closer and stared curiously at Penelope. She could hear a small shriek as she blacked out.