Now this chapter- legitimate human body horror, but very mild. Proceed with caution.
Shivering, the brunet man closed the rusty metal doors tightly, his face red from the bitter cold. It was absolutely ridiculous that his boss was making him come here on a Sunday morning, especially because the roads hadn't been salted yet and he had almost spun off into a ditch about three times now. Why couldn't he have gotten the spare table the next day, or at the very least later on?
His shoes squeaked on the dry floor that hadn't been cleaned in a long while that led into the warehouse. That part used to be an office for the car parts company that used to own the building before it was converted into a public storage area for generally unwanted items. Companies preferred to bring their old things here, and that was basically what it was anymore- a business warehouse.
Sighing, exhausted, he twisted the doorknob and stepped inside the warehouse, closing the door behind him. The warehouse's furnace's roar seemed to echo quietly, ringing off of the metal of the many shelves that lined it. He stopped and stretched for a minute. Why did this place have to be so vast? Oh well, all he had to do was locate the table and grab it. Probably wouldn't be too hard. Eyeing the racks carefully, he began to walk along the aisles.
He had made it quite a distance and covered over ten aisles when he heard footsteps a few rows over. Stopping, he squinted and tried to stare through the gaps between items on the shelves, trying to see if anybody else was in here. After a minute, he decided it wasn't really that big of a deal and made a mental note to just be aware of his surroundings. You had to be careful anymore.
He continued on, not noticing that he was walking a bit faster than he would've been. He weaved in and out of a few more rows of shelves before he had noticed a strange whispering coming from an aisle over. Fearful and shaking, he walked on the balls of his feet, slowly creeping over to a shelf. Pushing a few boxes aside, he closed his left eye and leaned forward, putting his eye up to the opening.
At first, there was nothing, which confused him greatly. But right when he was going to back away, a bright orchid eye shot in front of his, staring right into him.
He yelled out in fear and careened backwards, losing his footing and falling back. He closed his eyes tightly and prepared to hit cement, but his heart nearly collapsed on itself when his upper arms were caught and gripped tightly by inhuman hands. A scream caught in his throat on his Adam's apple. He felt his arms be ripped upward and a bulky, hard arm strap itself across his chest, squeezing him tightly. The thing behind him took its other arm and ran it under his right arm, bending its forearm upwards and squeezing that, too, leaving him completely constrained.
He fought wildly against the thing constraining him, his limbs flailing everywhere in terror. Right in his ear, he heard a loud music box start to play, every note hit ringing in his skull. From what he could see through the thick abyss, he saw flashing lights behind him as well. What had him?!
He continued to struggle, the whispering growing louder. He heard the sound of metal and glass on the move on the other side of the racks, and he had no idea what it was. Beginning to cry, he screamed for help, his lungs growing raw. Apparently growing tired with his yelling, the thing that constrained him moved its hand up to his mouth, pressing against his face so vigorously his teeth began to bend backwards, his gums beginning to bleed. He tried to reach up and grab at his mouth but this thing had him too strongly. He was trapped.
The whispers he was hearing had turned into full-on yelling. It was what sounded to be a million voices talking all at once - male and female - and they grew even closer. Fighting against the hand that was clamped against his mouth, he slowly turned his head with a struggle, locking his eyes on this gigantic mass of metal and (what appeared to be) twisted pipes moving toward him, ripping at the shelves so roughly some were rocking and threatening to fall over. Whatever it was, it had countless heads and limbs and could be compared greatly to some sort of mutant insect.
He tried to scream again, but the pain in his gums shot throughout his face whenever he tried to open his mouth, especially from the force the being behind him had on his mouth. The thing moving toward him was drawing so close the man could make out facial features on some of the heads- most were just bare skull-looking figures, but others seemed to have casings; they appeared to be in the shapes of animals, some blue, some brown, some purple... right toward the center of the beast was a completely brown figure, eyes burning through the darkness, its jaw hard. Whatever the hell it was, it didn't look pleased, that was for sure.
The music box finally stopped blaring in his ear, but it still sounded like he was underwater for a few seconds as his ears got used to the near-silence. His life flashed before his eyes as he gave up struggling, letting the being that had him gripped keep it in its constraint. The Miracle was right there now, and the man focused his eyes on the one strange wolf-like head that was painted pink on its snout, which was extending itself farther out than the rest of the tangled mess. Closing his eyes and wincing under Goldie's hand, the man saw a bright white light, abruptly cut short as his life was stolen from him by the jaws of the Mangle.
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Murmuring with pride, the Miracle deposited the body where Goldie's suit used to be, making sure that it wasn't in sight. Goldie stood on the ground, face splattered with new blood, as well as the Mangle's face. They were admittedly feeling a lot different, as well as feeling like they belonged in their suit again. The Miracle gripped the Marionette in a couple of its arms, its strings dangling from where they had been "ripped", disappearing into the darkness.
"Now, Goldie, do you feel at ease?" It asked in its whispery voice.
"Yes, I do, actually." They admitted, fixing their lopsided top hat. Their chest was puffed and their back straight with pride. The Marionette made a clicking noise, which puzzled the yellow bear, and they slowly let their back hunch again.
"But Goldie, you are being foolish..." It accused, the Miracle buzzing to itself in response. Goldie lowered their hands to their side, now beautifully lost. Why had the Marionette's emotion veered all of a sudden?
"What...? I don't..." They pointed up to the seemingly bare part on the shelf, looking back down at the puppet. "We got him; he's dead!"
"Ah, but what if that is not the murderer that your siblings had gotten?"
The Miracle got a real kick out of that one. Save for Freddy, of course, as he stood zombified in the center, glaring in silence.
Goldie's jaw hung in hurt realization. Quietly, they mumbled, "It wasn't just my siblings..."
"Needn't that matter," The Marionette hissed so angrily that it startled Goldie to a degree, "What matters is that you may have just rid of the wrong man."
Goldie looked at the floor, jaw still hanging. get the wrong man? Surely not; he was in that warehouse searching for something, and their suit wasn't just in plain sight... maybe he had forgotten where he put it, right?... right...?
"So... what if it wasn't?" Goldie flicked their eyes back upwards, staring at the Marionette, who had the focus of everyone in the area. Except for Freddy.
"Then I believe that we'd have to take the lives of anyone who comes back in trying to look for your suit." The Marionette decided. Goldie crossed their arms, looking at the floor in indifference. They glanced back up, looking over at their favorite brother, who still glowered. What was he upset about...? Surely he had to have a reason to be upset. Was he upset with Goldie...? No... because why would he be? They had given him life when he had been dead... what wasn't there to appreciate?
Had he... wanted to be locked up and shut down?
"Goldie." The Marionette said, gathering their attention again. Goldie was much more uncertain now, but chose to listen anyway.
"What?"
"Did you hear what I said?"
"Yes..." Goldie nodded, fixing their bowtie anxiously. Their eyes momentarily flicked over to Freddy again, even more doubtful with what they were doing. Was the Miracle a good thing?
"You're to slaughter anyone who comes in here."
Goldie looked to Freddy one last time, deciding what they wanted to do. They lifted their chin and mentally cleared their throat, ready to make their brother happy. "Now, wait-"
"Hold your tongue!" The Marionette hissed, Goldie stiffening with fear. The Miracle also stopped talking to itself, giving the Marionette 100% of its attention.
"The Miracle is a weapon. Wouldn't it be a shame if it went to waste?"
"But I just wanted them to be around because I was lonely. They're my family!"
"Your siblings are weapons, Goldie. They are not to be taken lightly. They are one, now; they are not apart."
Freddy flicked his eyes over at Goldie for the first time since he had been attached to the Miracle. Even though he had always seemed like he was staring into something that was unseen, his eyes had legitimate life to them when they searched for the yellow bear. Goldie noticed but held their tongue like they were ordered to, realizing that Freddy was much more aware than the others- he was smart. He was hearing every word they were saying and knew what it all meant. He just couldn't fight back because of what Goldie had done to him.
Goldie suddenly felt like they had gotten hit in the face with a brick.
They looked over to the Marionette, who was watching closely.
"Have I made myself clear?" It asked sharply.
Hesitantly, Goldie nodded, the Miracle murmuring again. The Marionette didn't do anything because it's arms were being gripped.
"Good. Now why don't we all head back to the Fazbear Entertainment block in here and wait for the real murderer to come in?"
Wordlessly, Goldie turned on their heel and began to hike back to where the boxes for the company were placed; where the animatronics were originally left behind. The Miracle followed closely behind, starting to pull itself along the shelves. The Marionette was still held in a few of its hands, having a front row seat to Goldie's trudging.
If one looked closely, you could just barely see the strings on the backs of their arms and legs.
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That wraps it up! That was very dark compared to everything else I write. Don't worry, though, my next few stories are going to be very upbeat, so they all won't be like this! As always, enjoy the rest of your day surfing Fanfiction!
