A/N: oh jeez... Sorry for the late update! I'm currently doing my GCSE's so my life revolves around exams and revisions nowadays...my wrote this chapter at about 10pm yesterday and finished it around 1am. I'm not happy with it at all, so I proomies the next ones a will be better! again, I'm really sory : and thanks for the the reviews n stuff!
Freddy? ...Freddy?
Who the hell was Freddy? Oh right, that bastard. How could he forget? The answer was simple; anyone in Mike's current position would probably have experienced some kind of amnesia. Who was he to blame? There was a bloodthirsty animatronic in his very own office, handling the equipment, or maybe destroying the equipment so that the satanic gathering of animal robots could ensue quicker. How that would work, he had no idea, but whatever that f*cking fox was up too, he was sure it wouldn't do him any good. On the topic of Foxy, the animatronic was shifting placidly between the few rooms available to him through the cameras. Occasionally, Chica or Bonnie would appear, lurking in the corners of rooms or knocking over dishes in the kitchen. That was somehow comforting to the security guard, who was still huddled lamely against the right wall.
What was most definitely not comforting, however was the absence of a certain brown son of a bitch. Mike noticed the slight frantic pace of Foxy's paws as he tapped hurriedly on each monitor button. He had once seemed rather confident with himself, flipping lazily through each screen but as soon as he'd noticed Freddy was nowhere to be see, the panic switch seemed to have been flicked. Mike thought, at least he wasn't the only one freaking out now.
Another very unnerving thing was that Mike was obviously the only human, probably the only thing capable of thinking and experiencing actual emotion within the block. The thing he saw in front of him was animate, but it didn't make it sapient. It was programmed to do things, movements wired to its system. But that was what confused him most- maybe he was right in saying Foxy and his buddies couldn't feel emotion, but... Had they actually been programmed to do things? They sung to children during the day, they grinned horrifying toothy grins at the camera. That made perfect sense. But why was Foxy not dismembering him? Why was Foxy flicking through monitors? How did Foxy even know?
Mike felt like a miniature nuclear explosion was occurring in his mind. The whole situation was just... Unthinkable. All he wanted now was to end it, to crush the rampaging thoughts and live like he'd never stepped foot into such a madhouse. And right now, he had the perfect opportunity. Foxy was standing in front of him, back turned and perfectly vulnerable to any incoming attacks. All it would take was a whack or kick and his mechanic head would probably go flying. Then he would run, run out of the office, out the main entrance and back into a normal life.
He seriously considered making a fateful leap at Foxy and imagined brutalizing the robot, tearing out wires and cross beams as if he were ridding a person of their organs. He assumed that was probably how it would feel to a robot- then again, robots couldn't feel.
Instead, he sat glued to the floor, feeling like he was falling through ice. The gentle tick of the clock and whir of the fan were the only things to keep the room from falling into a depressing state of silence. He was glad too, that the soft sounds partly masked the rustle of his own movements.
After few minutes (or an eternity), a louder tick signified the beginning of 4am.
Mike shifted uncomfortably, trying to keep as quiet as possible so Foxy would not turn his attention to him.
He felt... Incredibly small. The monotonous ticks almost rubbed the passing of wasted time in his face. He could devise an escape plan, or proceed with his old one. But if he wanted too, he'd have to do it soon. In horror movies, things always seemed to worsen as time passed. Mike knew it was now or never.
You are probably disappointed at this, but Mike chose never.
In all honesty, courage wasn't his strong suit. He could be brave when he wanted to be, he could stand up for anyone he felt necessary to. But right now, there wasn't anyone to stand up for, with the exception of himself and he had already convinced himself he was destined to die in this crazy, lonesome place.
So Mike sat, wavering slightly as he contemplated his imminent death. For a few, dragging minutes, there was silence. Foxy, immersed in his business and Mike intent on keeping his noticeability to an absolute minimum.
Suddenly, a ragged, slow voice pierced the bleak silence. Mike's heart fell at the very first syllable. So it wasn't as though Foxy had forgotten about him, as he had hoped. The animatronic had known full well he was there.
"Chica."
Mike blinked. "W... W...w-what?" Perhaps he had expected something more along the lines of "it's killing time" or "let's get this party started" before casting a devious smile. Instead, he got one word that somehow equalled everything he expected Foxy to say in terms of terrifying-ness.
"Chica." Foxy repeated. "She's coming."
"W-where's Freddy t-then?" What the hell was going on? First Freddy was apparently on his way and now that purple-eyed demon?
Foxy nodded slowly, eyes still trained on the monitor.
"...and Freddy's on 'is way too."
Oh shit.
Oh f*ck
So this was a satanic gathering. He knew it. He also knew now that there was no f*cking chance of survival now. He wished he were falling into the bubbling crater of a volcano. At least he'd see the world one last time before he died, at least it'd be quick. At least he wouldn't be an offering to to satan.
All thoughts of volcanoes were forgotten as Foxy snapped:
"C-close that door!" Mike paused at the falter in the animatronics voice. It sounded... So unusual for a scrap of metal. He tried to replay it in his mind.
"Close. The. Door!"
That was enough to snap Mike out of the realm of imagination. As if on autopilot, he reached up, letting out a small "tch" as his bruised shoulder raised and his palm slapped the button.
A deathly silence followed that lasted roughly two seconds before Foxy snapped exasperatedly:
"The other door you complete an utter-!"
There was a brief pause before he began again, a note of surprise in his voice.
"...Bonnie?"
Was that some kind of pun? Mike felt his mind flip. Could robots even make jokes?
In a flash, the fox was at the left door. Mike flinched at sudden movement; he had forgotten how fast Foxy moved, almost like a lightning bolt.
It was as soon as he spotted the silhouette of bunny ears on the wall that his brain cleared of any emotion. And as soon as Foxy tapped the door button to lift it that terror flooded back in a mad torrent of rain.
"W-what-!" He began, voice rising.
"Foxy." Bonnie greeted excitedly.
It could speak.
It could speak, like Foxy, Mike observed with a pang. He couldn't be sure why, but that made it a whole lot worse.
Foxy nodded.
That eery smile and too bright eyes spurred on Mike as he forcefully shoved himself into a standing position. He was immediately hit with a pang of vertigo and was surprised at how weak his legs felt. Still, he managed to steady himself against the wall.
The movement seemed to have caught the attention of both animatronics. Foxy watched warily as Bonnie tilted his head in a very inhuman like manner, as if the entire thing was sliding along his shoulders to the left. His eyes glinted, almost playfully. Mike gulped.
What. The. F*ck. Was. He. Supposed. To. Do.
"Hello." Was the one word greeting. Mike stared. He stared like he had never stared before. No words would form.
"Hello." Bonnie repeated.
Nothing.
Bonnie was visibly annoyed with Mike's very impolite behavior. He shot Foxy a look and the red animatronic stepped aside sheepishly.
He then entered the room.
Mike continued to stare.
He was sure his heart was halfway to his gut now, perhaps a bit further. Soon, he would no longer have it. And thank god for that.
The purple bunny turned it's crimson eyes to meet Foxy's. With the demeanor of a five year old child, a jovial smile suddenly lit up his face, displaying both sets of straight, white teeth. Foxy did not return the smile - not that he could anyways. He took a small step back, so minute it was difficult to notice.
"Where is Freddy?" He asked. "I saw him coming."
Bonnie grinned further, causing a cold shiver to run down Mike's spine. Foxy also appeared to look evidently uncomfortable, eyes narrowing. The rabbit took no notice.
"He's just hanging around. As usual." Bonnie finished with a light chuckle. The laugh was riddled with the usual buzz of electricity and static as audio boxes clicked and spun.
Foxy waited, hoping to elicit more of a response, something more specific. Bonnie was always overly specific. He had no idea what had caused such a vague answer.
Instead, Bonnie stayed quiet, mumbling an obscure tune to himself, a song similar to a nursery rhyme Mike could of sworn he had heard before. All through this, the creepy smile was still planted firmly on his face. The dim light cast a faint shadow over the top half of his head, which was a shade darker. When the bunny did not detail it further, Foxy decided to draw the conversation on.
"He isn't backstage." He stated. "And I don't see him on any -click- cameras." At this, Bonnie let out another loose chuckle.
"Of course you don't, he doesn't like being watched, silly. We both know that." Bonnie blinked, eyes still jubilant.
"Yes but... That's why I'm asking...you're the one who keeps tabs on him." Foxy's voice had grown slightly aggravated, with an edge of frustration.
"I do keep tabs on him." Bonnie replied simply.
"Then where is he...? Is he close?" Foxy persisted. One paw rested on the monitor screen and the other hooked one was hanging down by his side, twitching lightly. The whir of the fan seemed to grow louder, almost as though it was trying to mask the tense atmosphere.
"Maybe." The bunny said, tone still elated and merry. It was so... unfitting in the current situation.
The light flickered. Someone should've checked the monitors, in case a monster in the dark had been creeping towards the office in the duration of the conversation, but Mike was so terrifyingly captivated and Foxy had obviously dismissed the whole camera checking business. Right now, the animatronic looked plain annoyed, as well as perplexed.
"What's gotten into you?" Foxy hissed. "just tell me, I thought we agreed on the whole plan. Is this a joke?"
Suddenly, Bonnie's expression darkened. The room seemed to still. The childlike smile faded.
"What's gotten into you, Foxy?" Bonnie asked, voice low. His eyes cast over to Mike, who positively shrank back against the wall, feeling the solid structure behind him turn to jelly. Narrowed eyes flicked back to the fox. "You hate this place so much."
"W-what?"
"We sing for the children, Foxy. We make them happy. We are here for the children."
Foxy spluttered as best a robot could. His eyes turned to mere slits.
"You're a f*cking bastard. And a liar. We agreed on this, all you have to do is tell me where he is. And the children can get some f*ucking brains and find a more suitable place to have birthday parties" He snapped, stepping forward threateningly. He did not mention the fact that he had barely seen any children since the Bite of '87. He chose simply to glare in a way that would cause most people to flee, screaming all the way. But Bonnie did not falter. "Just tell me."
"But I don't want too." He replied. The gleeful smile flashed back onto his face as though it had never vanished. As Foxy stared in tempestuous awe, the red-eyed bunny shifted his feet across the frigid floor and crossed over to Mike.
The security guard was painfully bewildered, half blinded with fear that only seemed to double as the animatronic approached him. He was pretty sure he wouldn't be standing for much longer and he knew he wouldn't want to be, especially when the world around him was swathed in a black veil, gradually permeating his vision. He knew what was to come, and it surprised him. He had never passed out before, certainly not of fear. A college mate once had though, when the next door neighbor climbed in through his window and he had been convinced after waking up that a ghostly murderer had floated 8 meters off the ground to greet him. Mike had never understood that; how could you faint out of fear and what did it feel like? He had his answer clear and simple. It felt like hell was ascending to merge with the living world and an ominous cloud of vengeful souls was covering him like a quilt.
"W... W-wha...?" He managed, aware of the proximity of the Bunnies' helmet like head, its unnaturally bright eyes and bleeping light from its endoskeleton, just about visible from between its metal jaws.
Bonnie laughed quietly. In Mike's ears, it sounded very much like thunder.
White teeth flashed inches from his face, red eyes almost spilling out a kind of eager happiness that made Mike's heart clench. That wasn't proper happiness, not the kind genuinely cheerful people harbored. Everything about it was wrong.
Foxy said something further into the office, though his voice was distant and slurred. The sound of machinery and whirring fans dropped gradually to an almost inaudible buzz. Mike could feel himself sliding down against the wall, until he was back where he started, sat slumped on the floor. His eyelids drooped tiredly. How could he be so f*cking exhausted in this kind of situation? Any sane person would be out that door in no time. But there was no helping it now. The air turned to water, dripping away, slowly seeping into the cracks. It wasn't worth fighting to keep his eyes open, he decided. All the better if he got things over with quickly.
"Freddy knows what you're up to..." A quiet giggle, unfamiliar to human ears rang softly throughout the room. Just as Mike slipped into the terrifying blackness of his mind, a loud growl reverberated through the halls of Freddy FazBear's Pizza.
"... And he's not happy."