Chapter 3 (More Things Doing Stuff 2)
Bonnie
Bonnie's ears picked up the sound of the door being opened. I'm not looking forwards to the paralyzation. The new Freddy's head twitched in the direction of the door, where he started to rattle again. Bonnie and Chica stood up. "We know...how this works...trust me...you don't want to be in...their line of sight." "W-We'll be right b-back." Bonnie stepped to the side of the door, allowing Chica to walk through first, where he closely followed. As the couple walked towards the Game Area, they had a chance to talk. "C-Cutey, why a-are we back?" Bonnie let out a sigh. "You know...as much as...I do…" Bonnie's pupils dimmed a little. "All I know...is that every...one of us is back...do our replacements...know what they...are?" Bonnie stopped mid stride. "I mean...I know what we are...but who were we? I know I was...someone...but it's like I'm missing something...it's clawing at the back of my hard drive...like a virus...driving me mad…"
Bonnie slumped down onto a wall. "I remember killing...Freddy...he was the one who killed us...why didn't we just kill him back there?" Chica sat down next to him, draping an arm around his shoulders. "I f-feel the same w-way to sweety. He was the o-one who did th-this to me, I want r-revenge as much as you d-do." Chica motioned to her burnt torso. Chica leaned her head against Bonnie's neck, sparks flying from the exposed metal. "We'll f-figure out something later, b-but for now let's just d-deal with the human at th-the door." Bonnie turned his head towards Chica, who smiled as best she could with her detached jaw. "Right...we'll deal with Freddy...later…" Bonnie stood up, feeling something strange. He felt... incomplete, empty. Bonnie and Chica walked through the doorway of the Game Area, upon where they froze. Great… A flashlight shone from across the room, behind it a tall man.
The man didn't seem to notice Bonnie and Chica, as he kept walking across the room, mumbling something. "...can see why my kids love this place. It looks great, provides entertainment, and the pizza is delicious." The man swept his flashlight across the dark room, causing it to shine directly in Bonnie's eyes. Ow that re- A spark traveled through Bonnie's head. What was I doing again? The man jumped. "Oh! Haven't seen you guys around in a while." He walked up to Bonnie and Chica. "Didn't think you old models were still active. Guess that gives you a chance to be upgraded with some of the newer technology, eh?" He patted Bonnie on the chest.
"I'm going to go turn on the lights, you guys can chill here until the store opens!" The man walked past Bonnie and Chica, after Bonnie caught a look at his nametag. "Hello! My name is Rupert." The name Rupert was written in tidy print, seemingly with a pen.
Rupert rounded the corridor, allowing Bonnie and Chica to move again. "He wasn't...scared." "Y-Yeah." Bonnie and Chica turned around, seeing Rupert turn into the corridor leading to the Party Rooms. "Let's follow...him. I'm curious about...this 'Rupert' man."
Bonnie and Chica plodded down the hallway, hand in wrist, and saw him walk into a room at the end of the hall and flick a few switches. Lights turned on all around the restaurant, illuminating Bonnie and Chica. Rupert started to do his job, before seeing something in Party Room One.
Toy Chica
Toy Chica looked at the man who was looking into the doorway. She tried to move, but her body refused to cooperate. What is this!? Why can't I move!? she shrieked in her head. It must be him. Rupert. Rupert stepped into the room, looking over the collection of animatronics. "Huh...that's weird. You guys havin' a party without me?" Rupert stepped into the room, admiring the robots. "Well, I'll leave you guys to whatever you're doing. I'm just gonna be filing papers, so don't mind me!" Rupert chuckled to himself. "I wonder why I'm talking to something that can't hear me?" Rupert walked out and to the left, allowing Toy Chica to move again. She fell to her knees, the stress of having to hold still for so long weighing on her legs. "What. The. F*ck." Toy Chica looked around at the other animatronics in the room, the newer ones also being similarly exhausted while Freddy and Foxy seemed unaffected. "Yep...those human's 'll do that to yer body. Trick is to not be looked at."
Toy Chica curled her hand into a fist. "What I'll do to you…" Toy Chica leaned out the doorway, spotting Rupert behind the desk. The beat started to play in her head. Foxy walked over to her. "I know what ye be feelin' right now." Toy Chica turned to Foxy, who was grinning as wide as the moon. "Ye want to kill 'im. Ye want to see 'is life fade, hear 'is bones snap, 'is blood spilled upon the clean floor." The beat grew faster, harder. "Yeah…" Foxy started to walk out, but was stopped by Toy Chica. "Oh no you don't. He's mine."
Rupert was sorting files, so his head was below the counter. Toy Chica walked towards him, her feet moving in time with the beat. Dum, step. You'll pay. Dum, step. Nobody takes away my will. Dum, step. She was close now. Nobody takes away my power. She dropped to the floor, out of sight of Rupert. Dum, slide. She was halfway through the doorway now. Dum, slide. She was in the room. Dum, slide. She was on the direct left of Rupert. Dum, step. She was behind him now.
Toy Chica looked over Rupert, who was unaware of her presence. His shirt was a dull grey, his pants a matching shade. His wallet stuck out of his back pocket. Toy Chica slid it out of it's home and opened it. It held a picture of Rupert, as well as a reel of photos of his kids and his wife. Oh even better.
Toy Chica straightened her hand into a flat surface, fingers outstretched and palms flat. She moved her hand backwards. Dum. She shot it forward. Dum, crack. Her entire arm was through Rupert's torso in a matter of seconds. Rupert gasped, and looked down seeing a yellow hand painted crimson. Blood gushed out from the wound, a small pool forming on the floor. He looked behind him, a stream of crimson blood pouring from his mouth. Toy Chica stared into his eyes. She could see her eyes had taken a deep shade of black. Dum, squelch. Toy Chica shook her arm,praying blood from the wound. The shake snapped Rupert's ribs and bobbed the balloon. He flinched, before trying to scream. Toy Chica clasped a hand over his mouth. "Hush." Blood oozed into the joints of Toy Chica's arm. Toy Chica slid her hand back into Rupert's chest, and took ahold of his heart. Dum, squish. She crushed his heart in her hand, feeling the feeble thing give way under her mighty grip. Rupert let out a gasp and slumped over. Dum. Toy Chica removed her arm from the man's chest, admiring the crimson liquid that coated her arm. Oh the chaos that'll ensue. Toy Chica shook her hand, bits of heart and fragments of bone dripping from her hand. Ugh. Human's are so messy. She wiped her arm off on Rupert's shirt, red coloring the grey.
Toy Chica walked back over to Party Room One. "Human's are gross once you get inside." She announced, the balloon floating with new paint.
Toy Freddy
Where did that monster go off too? Toy Freddy thought as he watched as the yellow monster walked into the room. There was something different about her. The joints on her arm had taken a reddish hue, and here balloon was coated with red. She walked past him, and the balloon rubbed up against his arm. His right arm suddenly felt wet. He looked down, seeing a streak of crimson across his arm. He looked at the balloon, and a single drop of red fell from it and onto the floor, creating a drop like a rose petal. Toy Freddy revolted at the crimson tainting his chocolate tan, and rushed out from the room, exhaust building up in his mouth.
He ran over to a wall and rubbed his arm on it vigorously. His arm still had a tinge of red, most of it having been rubbed off on the wall. He placed his hand on the wall to steady himself. What was that! As Toy Freddy leaned on the wall he spotted something on the floor. Tiny drops of the red liquid led down the hallway. Toy Freddy followed the red drops taking great care to avoid them, eventually coming into a room.
The red liquid was much more common in this room, the drops more frequent. The red led up to a desk where a huge splatter of the red stuff lay. Toy Freddy gingerly dipped the tip of his finger into the liquid. The red liquid was very sticky, seemingly sticking to itself. It also felt metallic, and seemed very viscous.
Toy Freddy looked up, and found the source of the red liquid. A man sat in a chair, a hole the size of his hand torn through his body. The red liquid seeped from the hole, creating a pool on the floor. Toy Freddy bolted from the room in fear, rattling like nobody's business. He was terrified, scared of how that had happened to the man, what caused it, and most importantly if the thing that caused it was still here.
Toy Freddy shakily leaned into the doorway. Looking closely he could see that the hole went cleanly through the man's torso, he could see the inner workings of the man, organs torn and ripped. There was a brown object next to the man's hand. Toy Freddy stepped into the room and quickly dashed over to the man, grabbed the object, and ran back out.
The object was coated in the red stuff, the brown of it's original coloring peeking through the spots of red. Toy Freddy tucked the brown thing into one of the holes in his suit, nestling it next to his shoulder bone. He turned around to see Toy Chica. "AGH! Yellow person there's a thing in that room please get rid of it it's horrible!" Toy Chica looked into the doorway. "Tch. What a shame." She suddenly snapped her head back to Toy Freddy. "Wait-did you do it?" "What? No!" "Pfft. You're the one with red on you." Looking down he saw that he had a small layer of red on his right arm. "No I swear I didn't do it!" She made a smirk. "You're the one with crimson on you. I wonder what the others will think when they see this…" Toy Freddy decided he had no other choice, and bolted down the hallway to the game area. Looking back he saw Toy Chica, an evil grin on her face.
Foxy
Foxy watched as Toy Freddy ran past him. He looked scared, but then again when didn't he look scared. Toy Chica walked back into the room, her balloon still dripping red. Foxy plodded up to her, his golden eyes glowing. "Did ye do it?" "He got what he deserved. Nobody will take away my will, and my will is chaos." She seemed to savor the last word, letting it marinate in her mouth. "Aye...tell ye what. In a bit, there're gonna be more people, all of them being able to paralyze you." Toy Chica froze up. "Now, ye could just let them be, but this place is gonna be packed, ye won't be able to get any movement in whatsoever." Toy Chica curled her hand into a ball. "This is gonna happen e'ry day, until ye get deactivated. Do ye want that?"
Toy Chica slammed her fist down on the table she was sitting on, making everybody in the room jump. "No. I don't." "Ye should escape then! There be nothing stoppin' ye, the man already unlocked the door." Toy Chica rushed out the door, determination covering her face like a thick mask. Foxy looked out the door, and upon seeing her turning the corner laughed to himself. Good. Now that that wench be gone I have a chance to talk to her friend.
Foxy edged over to Toy Bonnie, who was busy picking at his spherical elbows. "Hello the-" Toy Bonnie shot his head up, eyes angry looking. "Buzz off yah skid. Can't ya see I'm busy?" Foxy sighed, rage building up in his mask. "Actually, I be meanin' to talk to ye about that thrashing ye gave me earlier." "Yeh, now split before I give ya another." It be impossible to talk to this bilge rat. "Well, seeing as ye were able to so effortlessly beat me, I just be wondering if ye could beat me in a different type of fight?" Toy Bonnie's ears perked up. "Yeah...what kinda fight?" Foxy smiled, his teeth shining and eyes glimmering. "A race." Toy Bonnie scoffed. "Pfft. I could beat ya." Foxy stepped outside. "Let's try then."Toy Bonnie stood up and met Foxy outside the room.
"The rules be simple. First one to the end of the hall be the winner." "What happens when you lose?" Toy Bonnie asked, motioning to Foxy. "Loser has to obtain something of value to the winner." "Alright oldtimer, show me what ya got!" Foxy took running position, right hand to the ground and left knee clenched. Toy Bonnie simply stood there. "Are ye ready?" Foxy asked. "Count down to three." Foxy prepped his leg servos. "Alright. Thr-" He barely had time to finish before Toy Bonnie slammed his head into the ground with a large crack, a laugh belting from Toy Bonnie's mouth. Toy Bonnie then bolted for the end. Foxy climbed to his feet, rage overfilling. "Right! If that's the way ye want to play!" Foxy broke out into a full sprint and started to catch up to Toy Bonnie. I'm gonna win. He's barely halfwa- Toy Bonnie suddenly spun around and punched. Foxy barely had time to react before Toy Bonnie's fist connected with the top left side of his head, taking most of the mask and all of the fur off his left ear. Foxy was slammed to the ground, Toy Bonnie letting out that same guffaw and running even faster down the hallway. Foxy tried to get up. Static was covering his vision and he felt wires sticking out of his head. He tried to sprint, but his main gyro had been misaligned and he fell flat on his face. He looked up to see Toy Bonnie standing at the end of the hall. "Come on, I ain't got all day."
Foxy clambered to his feet and stuck his hook through the hole in his chest. He pressed a few buttons in his core and realigned his gyro. He walked the rest of the way down the hall, anger filling up every part of his being. "Ye cheated." "There weren't any rules against it, so it wasn't cheating." Foxy spat out a glob of oil. "Fine." He started to walk down the hall, but Toy Bonnie grabbed him by the shoulder. "Don't try to walk out on me. We had a deal remember?" "Fine. What do ye want me to get." "Let's see…" Toy Bonnie seemed to ponder over the thought, before jabbing his finger in the air. "Yellow girl's cupcake." Foxy sighed and started to walk towards the main stage. Ye've made a powerful enemy today boy.