The Broken Child
(Heya, just wanted to say those trigger warnings Lein told about you last chapter again, so you know what this chapter will have...so...here we go!)
(Also , SpaceWolf04 , the new animatronic , is a spring trap made right before the GEN 1 animatronics were made , any time before Gen 1 , in this universe we had steamers , wearable suits that were powered by steam...and as stated by Nico , the one you and the readers saw along with Nico, was some sort of hybrid made to try to bridge the gap between steamers and the spring suits...now what is the suit's purpose , motives , and plans? If I told you...I HAVE TO KILL YOU...Just kidding, it's because I don't want to spoil anything! PS , thank you SpaceWolf04 for not only reading my story , but leaving nonstop reviews on it , it means a lot , and of course thank you my very special friend for leaving a review...you know who you are...;3)
(AHEM...onto the warning triggers...)
(WARNING , POSSIBLE TRIGGERS! : FAMILY ABUSE , VULGARITY , GORE , CRUELTY , SADISM , AND DEATH OF A WHOLE FAMILY , AND ALSO THE WORST THING OF ALL...GOING OFF THE ORIGINAL CANNON FNAF TIMELINE! AAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! ...though in all seriousness , this chapter may bring up bad memories for people and if does , I'm so sorry , that was not my intent...ahem...moving on!)
Chapter 4: Fix the broken , and be broken by the fixed.
Darkness again...voices...filling my head...another memory...
Shelly : FUCK YOU , AND FUCK YOUR PERFECT CHILD!
I awake with a jump , to the sound of yelling. I whimper and clutch at my knees...they're fighting again...father and Shelly.
Father: SHELLY , STOP IT! YOU'LL WAKE HIM UP! Please I had a long day at work and I just want to work on Vix...please...
Shelly: NO! YOU ALWAYS TREAT EVERYONE BETTER THEN ME , YOU TREAT THAT ROBOT THING BETTER , YOU TREAT THAT KLEPTOMANIAC VINCENT BETTER , AND OF COURSE YOU TREAT THAT FREAK BROTHER OF MINE , NICOLAS , THE BEST! LIKE HE IS SO DESERVING OF YOU GOD DAMN LOVE!
I hear something being knocked over , and a mighty crash , as something metal like breaks.
Father: YOU FUCKING BROKE VIX , YOU SLUT!
I hear a meaty fist crash into flesh and someone hitting the ground. Shelly's crying intensifies and so does her yelling.
Shelly: FUCK YOU , FUCK YOU , FUCK YOU VINNY! YOU'RE NOT MY DAD! MY DAD WOULD NEVER RISE HIS FIST AGAINST ME , YOU'RE JUST SOME ASSHOLE WHO LOOKS LIKE HIM! FUCK YOU , AND FUCK NICOLAS!
I hang a door opening and slamming, just as Vincent begins to cry. I can barely keep my own tears in check as I cuddle up to my knees , those words that Shelly yelled out , those feelings she clearly has about her family...it...it hurts. It really does hurt , especially since most of that hate she feels...it's because of me...it makes me think that I am solely responsible for her sorrows , making me carry all of the guilt involved with such a thing...
Darkness...fills me, my vision and mind as this memory fades...
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I sigh as vision returns and I pace myself, walking around in the back room of the diner. Five empty beings stare at me...the broken down Spring Bonnie and Fredbear suits, the female marionette doll , a spare Freddy Fazbear suit...and...Vix...
Her body is so mangled, broken , having been moved from Dad's room to here , after Shelly broke her. Her head now split in two , one holding part of her mask , the other half a broken endo head , barely hanging on...poor...poor...Vix...poor...
?: NICOLAS!
I jump and turn , to see a man of green , a young man with green eyes , green hair , green uniform , green skin , and a green ...jester's hat...sigh ...
Myself: Good god uncle J , you scared me!
Jester: Sorry...couldn't resist...ahem...so how's Vinny and your siblings doing?
Myself: N...not good...Shelly and Dad got into another fight...a big one...
Jester: *He slowly closes his eyes , sighs deeply and opens them* God damn it...sigh...I swear god , he's going to kill that kid one day if he doesn't keep her or his temper in check...uhhhh...sorry , anyway , come on kid , you're going to miss you're "golden" opportunity to see the actual Fazbears from the cartoon and see your arogant asshole uncle Peter's grand first showing...though in all seriousness , you should be there for him...
Myself: O...okay uncle J...
Jester: Come on , it's going to be fun...
Uncle J leads me out into the dining area, through the crowds of screaming kids, and tired adults . A sound of a staticy microphone fills the diner, and my eyes along with everyone else in the diner go to the invading noise , which comes from the stage. Granddad Fred , with his fancy tuxedo and top hat , his gray hair clean cut , and soft blue eyes , steps onto the stage , and taps his microphone. I always did enjoy his "Mr. Fazbear" persona...so this is probably going to be good...I hope.
Fred: Hey yall , is this thing working? I can't hear a darn lick of my on voice...
Various children: It's working Mr. Fazbear!
Fred: What? Sorry kiddies, can't hear ya , got so much dust in my ears...
VC: IT'S WORKING MR. FAZBEAR!
Fred: What's that children , I still can't hear you guys and gals...maybe the grown ups should speak up?
Various children and some adults: It's working Mr. Fazbear!
Fred: What's that? Speak up , I probably won't hear until you ALL speak up.
Nearly everyone in the diner: IT'S WORKING MR. FAZBEAR!
Fred: There we go y'all , was that so hard , now all together "It's working Mr. F...nah I'm just joshing you all , you don't have to that mess again.
Fred: Unfortunately everyone, I have some dreadful news, our buddies Fredbear and Spring had to be put away for a few days...
A few audible whimpers and cries is heard from the children, specific the younger ones , below about ten.
Fred: I know , I know young'uns , it's a crying shame , now old Mr. Fazbear would sing you a diddy , but children , I couldn't carry a tune in a bucket , so sorry , I know you're all hankering for some singing and dancing and...
The power goes out , and some kids scream , some cry , and some of the adults begin to panic. When all of a sudden, a smiling face glows in the dark and the tune of the toreador march begins to play. I can't help myself , I grew up on the local cartoon , we all did , so when I saw that smiling face , glowing in the darkness , just like it did in the show , well...some children squeed at all of this , some getting to ear bleeding levels...but I'm pretty sure I reached glass breaking levels.
The power comes back on , just as the original crew climbed onto stage. Freddy , Chica , Bonnie , hell , even Foxy was there , in the back , and they all break into singing and dancing , and then out of nowhere , a golden figure jumps out.
Fred: Oh god golly kids , it's...
Goldie: IT'S ME , GOLDEN FREDDY!
Golden Freddy steals the show , easily out staging Freddy with his amazing...very familiar singing voice. His movements much more elegant then the robotic jerks and twists of Freddy and his gang. They finish their song , and the Freddy gang goes back to the inner rooms of the diner , while Golden Freddy jumps off stage and begins to talk with the customers and staff. Something crosses my mind, as Golden Freddy heads our way.
Myself: Uncle J...
Jester: Yes?
Myself: Where's uncle Peter? I thought he was going to be in the show...
Jester: Well...
Golden Freddy: I was in the show bucko.
My eyes open, as I look inside Goldie...huh no wonder Goldie moved so fast , so human like...
Peter's face, my purple rainie skinned uncle with a clean lean face , purple eyes and purple clean cut hair *of course , what other color could they possibly be?* glares at us , through the face of the young golden robotic bear.
Peter: Hey Jester, can I take the kid out for a fun time? I'll be back in a few hours.
Jester: Sure Peter.
Jester walks off, and Peter hugs me, the suit around him almost squishing my body.
Peter: Heya kid, how are you doing?
Myself: G...goo...no...Not good, Dad and Shelly fought again.
Peter: Yeah I know, I know...if were up to me and not Vinny , I make sure Shelly learned...manners.
Myself: *Laughing* How would you teach her something that might kill her?
Peter: *Laughing back* Oh I have a way...
Peter: ...
Peter: Say...I'm about to show the birthday boy today and his parents a very fun time...want to come with?
Myself: Sure, plus with Jester gone, I have to go with you anyway...*I make a cute face showing resentment and then break into giggling.*
Peter: *He laughs and then makes a scary face underneath the mask...surprisingly naturally , like he's done it before* Yep , you're my little prisoner , better listen to me or I'll fix ya! *He chuckles some more*
Peter: Okay , enough screwing around , let's go.
Peter grabs my hand and begins to lead me along, through the crowds, to a particular disgruntled kid and his parents.
Son: This is so lame! Why did we have to go to Fredbear's diner?
Father: I thought you loved Fredbear's diner son.
Son: Yeah I did, when I was seven, I'm eleven now.
Mother: Michel please, you're still a young child, you can enjoy the diner, heck I'm an adult and I still enjoy the din...
The small family finally notices us.
Peter: *Pretending to be Goldie* It's me...
Michael *the son I think*: Yeah, yeah it's you Golden Freddy.
Mother: Michel, don't be rude! Introduce yourself to "Golden Freddy"
The mother winks at Peter, able to see through the suit, and see the man inside. I think he winks back, as the mother giggles.
Michael: Fine, I'm Michael...
Mary (Mother) : I'm Mary.
Richard *The father* : Richard , nice to meet ya Goldie. *He extends his hand*
Peter shakes it.
Peter: Can't help but notice that Michel isn't having a fun time...why's that?
Michael: Come on , this place is so lame , all there is crap food , no arcade games , and creepy as heck animatronics...
Mary: MICHAEL!
Peter: No, no, it's okay. I have to admit that they...I mean we can be creepy...especially at night...ahem and about no arcade games...what would you say , if I told you that we in fact we do have games? Early prototypes more fun than any of the current ones out there.
Michel: Really? Where?
Peter: In the way back of the diner.
Richard and Mary glare at Peter.
Richard: Tell me Goldie….why is it in the back, where none of the kids can play them?
Peter: These are very special games, fragile ones too, but I know this kid is going to go easy on them, right?
Michael: O-of course Golden Freddy!
Richard: We need to come with him of course, or else he doesn't go at all.
Peter: Of course, I wouldn't expect anything else….
Nicolas: *Whispering* Uncle Peter , we don't have….
Peter: *Quickly whispering back* Cool your jets I know , I just need them to come with us to the back for a surprise….
Mary: What was that?
Peter: Nothing…nothing….any who , everyone ready to go?
Michael: Yes!
Richard: You betcha.
Mary: Let's make this quick , there's only an hour and a half till this place closes…
Peter smiles and takes my hand as walks with me , the small family in tow to the back. He opens any doors in our way , as we make our way deeper and deeper into the diner , till we reach the exact back room , which is empty save a few misc items , the broken down golden spring suots , a few spare Gen 2 suits , the basement door , a very messy and nasty , unholy smelling busted early prototype of the Gen 2 Bonnie with stained purple skin , and a bag of that stuffing stuff they use for teddy bears.
"Click"
Peter locks the door behind us all. I can him laughing. Peter pulls out...he...pulls...a...a knife...
Mary: Why did you...
Peter strikes Mary in the skull , causing her to pass out and crumple , and then headbutts Richard , breaking his jaw. Peter slashes his legs and he falls , making gurgling sounds as he writhes on the ground. Before Michael can scream , Peter slashes his throat , and he falls to the ground , gurgling and spitting up blood.
Peter makes sure they're all incapable of moving , and laughs if any of them groans or gurgles in pain.
Peter: Good , I didn't slice deep enough into the boy's neck to kill him alright...just ...just got to fix them now , they're all broken , aren't they Nicolas?
Myself: B...broken...y...you're...you're killing them!
I feel something come up , and I vomit onto the ground , my vision hazy. I turn the door , to try to open it , to get help...but Peter pulls me back , and turns my eyes to his.
Peter: Look at me , okay look at me...Nicolas they were broken , they didn't look like it , but they were and now I'm fixing them , I'm helping them...please...help me fix them...D...do I need to fix you too Nicholas? Hmm? DO I!?"
I begin to cry , and Peter sighs.
Peter: Kid...
Peter: Please , I love you , I love you so much...*he hugs me tight* I ...I need to do this...I do , I have to fix them , I can't let them run around the pizzeria , this broken family , with a spoiled brat who spoil the others , and the parents who did fuck all...please...if we do this , they can be together forever , and we don't need to worry about them tainting the other customers...please...help me. Help me.
I continue to cry, unable to grasp what was happening, that my uncle was asking me to finish killing his victims...what's even worse, is that I nod yes.
He smiles and walks to the child first, who's neck is still bleeding, half of it cut and mangled. He reaches for...for his parents...I turn away from them both...No...no , no , no...
I clench my head, crying profusely. No , no , I...I can't...
Peter: Nicolas...please open the spare Freddy suit , the one down to your left.
I turn to face the brown robot , his hat an angle , his head without eyes , and speaking of his head , it's at an angle , his eyeless black holes staring at me , as if to say "What you're going to do is horrible...yet you rather live and have blood on your hands then die by your uncle...coward."
I slowly turn a few gears and unhook a few latches, exposing the inside of the suit, filled with wires and crossbeams. Before I can do anything, Peter shoves Michael's dying body into the suit, crushing a bone or two, impaling him on a crossbeam. Peter closes the suit.
Peter: One down...two to go.
I cry as I hear Michael give out his last breaths as the suit crushes him to death...I just hope to god that he was too far gone to feel the pain of being inside the suit...
Peter grabs the still writhing Richard, who seems to call for help , but only lets out a few gurgles and grunts , due to the broken jaw. Peter smiles and walks to the broken down Fazbear suit and opens it , stuffing him into the suit , but due to it still being in suit mode and not animatronic , it doesn't crush him.
Peter: Hey kid...could you undo the springs? *He says as he finishes closing the suit on him*
Myself: What!? No, I...I refuse, that will kill him that would make me...
Peter: Kid , kid , you're not killing him, you're fixing him...now...do you want to join the broken , or would you like to be a fixer?
I sniffle and reach for the spring lock mechanism.
Richard: P...pleallllse...dooon't...glllh...
I let out a whimper and flip the mechanism switch.
"SNAP!"
Blood pours out of every crack of the suit, as the poor man inside is crushed to death and disemboweled. His guttural screams of pain stop after fives minutes or so . I feel more vomit leave my mouth and splatter onto the floor.
Peter: Come on kid...just one more...you don't have to do anything ...just watch and learn...okay?
Myself: O...okay...
I wanted to say no , oh god I wanted to say no...but I knew looking away would cause him to get angry and possibly "fix" me as well. I stare in horror as he picks up the stuffing bag and black cloth under it up and walks to Mary. He digs in his suit , and takes out a white mask with blue tear stains , some thread , and a needle.
Peter: Okay Nicolas...I'm about to teach you how to make a beautiful marionette...
I can only watch and cry softly , as he begins to rip her open and actually stuff her , filling her body with stuffing , ripping out guts and placing them back , filled with fluffing. Once she's thoroughly stuffed , he places fluffing all over her body , and wraps her into the black cloth and begins to stitch her up , making a passable doll...save the blood dripping from the puppet's mouth.
Peter: See? That wasn't so bad...
"KNOCK , KNOCK , KNOCK!"
The door to the back shakes and wiggles violently.
Fred: Peter? Peter are you in there? Open up , open up for god's sake , the kids are calling out for Goldie ,Peter I need you.
Peter: I'm coming , I'm coming , Christ.
Peter opens the door , and Fred walks in , and begins to chew Peter out , but stops upon seeing the corpse filled suits , and bloody puppet.
Fred: Son of a god damn bitch Peter...
Peter: I swear to god , this are the last ones...
W...wait...h...he's done this before? Oh god...oh god! I...I'm going...to be sick...
Fred: It better be Peter...I already stuck my neck out for you , so many god damn times now , ...
Peter: Because you need me.
Fred: Yes , because I need you , if you go away for your...repair jobs...we won't last the god damn year , especially with us moving to Fazbear and friends soon...just...take care of the bodies , and this better be your last time boy...
Peter: I know sir , I promise.
Fred: You're going to clean the suits and ...
Peter: Makes sure no one notices the bodies inside...sir , we done this before...you can trust me to clean any mess I make.
Fred sighs and murmurs "sorry" to the now dead family and walks off.
Peter closes the door behind him , and looks to me.
Peter: What's with the waterworks kid? Come on...*he embraces me in a hug*
He begins to whisper all the good that he is doing , about how this is needed , to save the innocence of the adults and kids alike...i...it disgusts me...I...I just want this all to be a dream...me assisting in killing this family and...and the fact that my uncle is a god damn serial killer who kills whole fucking families...
Darkness fades my vision , as I cry into Peter's shoulder , as he continues to whisper sweet nothings in my ears...
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Jester: Stay here and make sure none of the kids talk to Fredbear okay? His voicebox is experiencing some interference of sorts...
Myself: Yes sir...
I stand by stage , as uncle J walks away. I turn to stare at the Fredbear suit on stage singing...the same on who I helped become a tomb for a poor father a week ago. I sigh and feel myself on the brink of tears , but I fight it , and I watch out for any kids and direct them away from the defect Fredbear suit...things go well until a familiar voice rings out...
Shelly: Well , well , look who it is...
Shelly and her four friends walk towards me , surrounding me on all sides.
Myself: Please...just go away...I...I'm watching Fredbear for Uncle J...
Shelly: Really now? Well...shouldn't you be onstage with Fredbear then?
Myself: Um...
I look to adults , kids , and guards in the background , none paying attention to what's going on , and if I yell for one of them , sooner or later at home , Shelly will get her revenge. So instead of having to be forced to get onstage by her and her lackeys , I climb onstage willingly.
Shelly: Fredbear looks a little lonely...get closer to him...
I do , getting in arm's reach of Fredbear slow and nervously. Shelly and her friends laugh at my fear.
Shelly: Now...go ahead and...
Fredbear: Heya , heya , heya!
I , and Shelly with her friends jump with Fredbear's sudden outburst.
Fredbear smiles and waves to Shelly and her comrades but...when his eyes set on me...He's still smiling...but his eyes...they fill with hatred. Pure unrivaled hatred.
Fredbear: Heya , heya heya Ki-ki-...*k̸̨i͏l̡͏ler̢͜*...whatcha you doing up here with old Fredbear f-f-fo-fo...* f-f-f̴u̢͡c̨k͜ ̶̢̢y͠ou͜ *.̡͘..
Fredbear suddenly grasps me by my arm.
I can hear my sister and friends gasp.
Fredbear: Sit down and grab a bite to eat , bi ,* bi-bi-B́͡I͝T̨̕͜É̷͠*
"CRRRUUNNNNNNNCH"
Metal jaws clasp onto my head and rip a chunk of my skull off...vision fades as screams and cries echo throughout the diner , as I crumble and fall into darkness.
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Peter: *Deep crying* Oh god , oh god , my sweet little nephew , my god...what have they done...what have they done...they just couldn't leave you alone could they ? I...I swear...I don't care how long it takes , when , or where it happens...but... I will avenge you...I will get Vinny on board...and together...we will make them...SUFFER...
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I wake up again in this room , in this hell , in this afterlife version of this home , and I want to scream , but I bate my horrid shriek , and check the doors...nothing. It seems as if after what happened in the basement , they want to leave me alone...fine by me.
All alone , but safe , safe and sound...well...not so alone. Maybe with them backing off I can talk to Spring , and maybe even get formally acquainted with his children...yeah...
I crawl into bed , getting under the covers , under the blankets , feeling myself drift to sleep again , this time full of hope and actual hint of happiness...something I haven't actually felt before I went to sleep in this hell for a long time.
"SPLAT!"
A sudden sickening splat is heard , and I feel some type of otherworldly gunk land on my blanket , and I look up to see darkness , but strangely even more dark on my blanket covering my head , as I feel what can only be described as molten warm gooey liquid , wishing to be rid of the blanket , to get it's body around me...suddenly two red eyes appear in this demon substance of black.
?: Hello child...
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End of Chapter 4.
(So...things got intense this chapter. We learn a little bit more of Nicolas's past , his family , and his sins. We introduced new characters , set up new plots and subplots , and I got whole lot more planned readers!)
(So...drop your thoughts via a review , pm me , hit me up on steam , *udk115v2.* , yadda , yadda , I luvz you all , see ya next chapter!)
(Also Peter is based on the character from the "FNAF hidden lore" creepypasta series , if you have some free time , I suggest checking them out , giving them a read to , or listen to via Mr. Creepypasta , and Jester is based on the green guy from the fan game series "The Return to Freddy's"...also the newest character , which is a form of Nightmare , was made by Foxden the pirate aka Lucy the reaper , told you I would add her... :3)
(Edit: Lucy now goes by a different name , Foxden the pirate , just want you guys to know that...bye.)