Hello again! Welcome to another chapter to something I am having quite fun writing and planning! You may question why my upload timing is so random and to that I say... shut up. If you notice a few mistakes then please note that I write these things at UNGODLY hours, so I'm a little dopey and tired. But I am trying my best! Hope that's working out, I don't want to finish this then figure out I've wrote 10 different stories in one. Anyway, enjoy!
They throw me on to the bench backstage and toss the other endo away. "Guys please, you don't understand. I don't need repairs I... I... I'm different!" I know I can't fight back, they are stronger than anyone I've ever known. Including the car that fucking hit me. "Now now, I know this can be scary but it's all right! We know what we're doing." I don't know how to get through to them, there might be no way out of this. I hear someone rummaging through something, sounded very metallic. I hope they're not planning to do what I think they are. Bonnie suddenly walks over and sets a metal arm with the sharp claws beside me, similar to the foxes arm. I wouldn't mind having an arm like that, but not like this. "Alright then..." Freddy signals to the others, they walk over and suddenly force me down. "Lets start then, shall we?"
He looks at my prosthetic hand. "NO, NO WAIT! PLEASE!" My heart is about to explode, I can't handle this. "Don't worry, I'll make it as quick as I can!" He genuinely thinks he helping, it'd be cute if I wasn't endangered by him. He takes my hand and tugs on it slightly. He nods to himself, tenses up and rips it out. "NO NO FUCK PLEASE GOD NO!" I am practically crying at this point. He picks up the arm and examines mine. "Alright, by the looks of this, your systems should automatically adjust to the new arm in time. All I have to do it insert it." My heart drops. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?" He just scoffs, preparing the arm. "Enough of the language. Just sit still, it'll all be over soon buddy." This is it. All I can so is brace myself, but I know this is going to be hell. He holds my arm still, then proceeds to press the metal arm into mine. Seeing that more force is needed, he breathes in, then forces it into my arm.
The pain is immense, nothing I've felt before. I could feel my bones break and shatter because of the force. Blood begins to pour everywhere. All I can do is scream. "Is that blood? Foxy, get the red box from the guards office!" He knows what blood is, why is he still doing this? Before I can ask, he gives the arm another push, sending it further up my arm. I am crying at this point, this is literally physical torture. Elise. Focus on Elise. She needs you. You have to find her. Looking an arm is worth her safety. The blood loss is too much, I begin to feel lightheaded. The pain isn't as intense now, I just feel tired. So very tired. Everything is just a blur now, I can barely make anything out. I can't help but close my eyes, they're so heavy. Elise...
What? I'm in my old town, I think, it's hard to see. So bright, blurry. My vision is very obstructed, like I'm wearing something. I hear laughing, or is it crying? Maybe both, it's hard to tell. Someone calls my name, sounds like a boy. "Tyler, you coming? This is gonna..." The voice trails off, everything begins to disappear. I feel someone holding my arm.
I wake up on the bench, nobody is holding me down anymore. I feel a sharp pain slowly creep down my arm, I look over and see that it's partially bandaged and someone is holding it. Judging by the bear metal claw, it was Foxy. I slowly try and get myself together. "Good, yer awake. Told that ol' bear I could do it!" He removes his arm and walks around bench. "Ye alright lad? Ya did some fine screamin', let me tell ya." He laughs loudly, I don't know how I feel about this. "Uh... sure I'm... I guess I'm ok." I don't even fully understand where I am right now, so it was hard to say. "Good, hows yer hand?" I look at my left hand, I feel sick. "It's good. Why?" He laughs again, even louder. "Not that one! Are ye drunk? You're new hand, lad!" New hand? I look at my right hand and it all comes back to me. My right hand was now a metal claw soaked in my own blood.
"Oh god! You actually... oh my god..." I try to get off the table, only to fall on my knees and vomit violently. "YOU... YOU FUCKING MONSTERS!" Foxy doesn't react well to this. His happy look swiftly turns into a glare. "Excuse me lad? All we done is try an' help ye and ya call us monsters? Trust me lad, you don' know monsters like we do." He storms out of room, leaving me in my own vomit. I sit back and just stare at my 'new hand'. I could still feel a slight pain from the trauma, but I feel like I should be feeling more. After all, I did have a metal arm violently shoved into my already existing, fleshy human arm. Shouldn't I be in agony right now? I try to move it, but it unsurprisingly doesn't respond. Maybe it'll adjust in time, right doctor Freddy? Fuck off.
Speak of the devil. Freddy comes through the door, holding what seems to be a cup. "Hey there. Sorry, I know I must look like a monster to you but please understand I was only helping." I am unbelievably pissed off at this bear. "Sure, you guys holding me down against my will then proceeding to shove a metal robot arm into my fleshy human arm, was defiantly helping me. Oh yea, I'm human by the way. Ever heard of those?" For once, I was staring through his soul, if he had one that is. "Yea, I figured you were with the blood and all. But your different, I feel like there's something about you that's... familiar." I stare blankly at him. What is he droning on about? "Listen, I don't care if you believe I'm different or whatever, I just came here for my sister." I use the bench to slowly rise to my feet as sitting in my vomit was getting uncomfortable. "Yes... Elise isn't it? You were repeating her name during the... procedure." I shoot another glare at him and nod my head.
"Well I think I've had about enough of this. I'm going to look for my sister now, please don't try to 'help' me any further." I go to walk out the door when he steps in from of me. "Woah, sorry buddy but your gonna have to stay the night here for now. You gotta get used to your new hand before you show it off." Are you kidding me? They want to keep me here? To get used to the dead metal stuck in my arm? This can't be real. "What are you talking about? This hand, it's just a hunk of metal to me. Unusable. I need to find my sister in case she's in trouble... Wait, you guess didn't do anything to her, did you?" The thought of these assholes hurting her makes my blood boil, if only I could take them, I would actually be able to do something about it. "No no, we'd never do that. The only people we don't like is the night guards and so far, they've all been male." I don't know whether or not to believe it, but I hope it's true. "But again, I know you don't want to but you HAVE to stay here. It's for your own good. If you try to leave, I'm afraid we'll have to be a bit... aggressive. Look, we've got you covered, just remain here."
I was about to freak out again but there was no point. He steps out the door while I just stare at him. "Goodnight, friend." He closes the door, I can hear him talking to the others but I couldn't make anything out. I slowly sit back on the bench again and look at my metal hand once again. "Goodnight, Fazfucker."
And goodnight from me! That is from the moment I'm writing this, anyway. Seriously, it's like 2:30 AM right now. I'm bad. But anyway, I hope it was worth it! I can't say much because I don't want to spoil anything... so I won't. G'night!