19)Submerge
The black-haired adult threw off his covers in panic, images of worn-down robots still jumping in his mind. His lungs began to slow down only when the non-threatening surroundings of his room soaked in.
Only, it wasn't just his room. The blonde dude that had helped him at the beginning of every night he spent in that disturbing horror attraction was there, brown eyes shot open from the moment Chris had stirred.
"Dude! It's okay! Calm down." Two arms wrapped around Chris's waist and his own were brought down to meet Daniel's. He rested his head into the crook of Phone Dude's neck with a sigh.
A purple mass of energy swirled just outside the window, unknown to either of the two in bed. Its hands trailed down the glass without a sound. Two white holes that could pass as eyes were fixed downward while the living pair continued on with their displays of affection.
"I don't understand," the ghost thought as he turned his head away. "Why do I feel such things toward this male? Love, protection…" He took a quick glance back at the two. "...Sorrow…
"I just can't comprehend why such emotions are present. Nothing was wrong before, and yet, now I can't stop thinking about what I've done...or him…"
The balloon child was supposed to be the one who had drowned, not Mason. No, he died in a springlock, then once more in a fire. Never had he drowned.
Yet, now he found himself submerged in a plethora of raw emotions that had been locked away for so long, and they were pulling him down, down, sinking…
When the two living pairs of lips met, Mason practically felt himself slipping under. The familiar urge to gut someone returned, but it was fueled by jealousy and overpowered loss. The killer spun around, then floated back to his broken tomb.
20)Sidekick
They were like crime fighters- Daniel and Chris, Sunshine and his sidekick. One took the day shift, one took the night. One went left, the other went right. Two near opposites, yet they always had each others' backs. They'd been through thick and thin together; nothing could tear apart the bonds of Daniel and his best friend.
...Except one.
That purple mist...Chris was fine until it came into view. How...what did it do? What has it done to his sidekick?!
...Maybe the appropriate term is 'partner in crime.'
21)Hip
A hand outstretched over Spring's neck, searching for a loose bolt or stray wire. The mulatto arm drew back, only to quickly return, now holding a wrench that spun around one of the nuts.
"Daniel'd be better," was Chris's statement as he moved onto Spring's shoulder.
The rabbit attempted a reply, only to emit a long string of gargle.
Chris nodded to the noise. "Voice box."
The ghost sighed inside his tomb. He wanted to tell his companion that Daniel was not trusted and the only person he'd allow to get that close to his rotting body was the night guard, but that would involve leaving said body, which needed to remain propped up at the moment…
Said night guard's hand then glided down well past the ghost's declared "safe zone." Even though his original body was all but motionless, Mason could recall the company instructing him to rub down there when one of the old bots went haywire. There was supposed to be a spot that would cause the animatronic enough sensory input to reboot. Some genius decided to put it in the crouch.
Mason, being the lucky one to possess such a springlock, could also feel this input. The closest human feeling he could equate it to was...well…
A string of low-pitched gargle came out as response, causing the night guard to jump back suddenly. He raised his hands up in surrender.
Mason only sighed and turned to Chris with weary eyes. "It is not of your worry," the man tried to say, but Spring's voice box did not like to agree.
With wide eyes, Christopher brought his hands back down to his sides. No, he didn't understand what Spring had been trying to convey, but the guard was slowly getting used to his metallic tone of voice.
"..." Lifting up his eyebrows after a few quick blinks was essentially Chris's way of saying 'WTF?'
And, in response, Spring let out a gargled sigh. All he could do was shake his head.
They stood there like that for a moment, neither really sure what to say. On one hand, the hip needed repaired (and pretty badly). On the other, there was no way Mason could tell him how to without having the suit slump over, which it really couldn't do if it was going to be worked on.
A small sigh escaped the younger's lips as his hands reached for Springtrap's neck. When the latter had given him a rather odd look, the former just shrugged.
"Your body's gotta come out sooner or later." And, sure enough, if the lower half couldn't be worked on, it was going to have to out the top.
22)Collared
A sparkle shone in Chris's cyan eyes as the night watch let out a small chuckle. When Springtrap had glanced over with a more than confused expression, Chris only shrugged. "Guess you have a son."
He was referring to the plush rabbit currently situated in Daniel's arms. There were three days until opening and Fazbear Frights needed to look its absolute best for the big day...er, night. Its three workers- the day guard, the night guard, and the spring body animatronic- were gathered in the office where Daniel had just unloaded a butt-ton of boxes for them to dig through
About halfway through, the phone dude had pulled out a torn-up, musty rabbit with pointed teeth and even a rusted metal endoskeleton.
"Dude!" He exclaimed when first examining it over. "This used to be my brother's! I think he called it a...a Plushtrap?"
Chris's eyes caught its sight, too, and hence letting out the chuckle.
Mason's mouth, however, gaped open slightly at the very thought. "That, unfortunately, is not my son," he wanted to retort, but Daniel thought it would be more "authentic" if the voice box were to be left unaltered, and so, once more, the two guards were greeted with static.
"I think he agrees!" the phone dude exclaimed, causing Chris to roll his eyes. He wasn't really sure if Daniel was joking or serious- probably a mix of both- but anyone that's spent time with the spring body animatronic could tell by its tone of voice that that was not the case at all. Either way, it was still funny to watch Mason get frustrated with his lack of ability to correct the miscommunication.
Throughout this, Plushtrap had simply watched, its beady eyes following each of the three figures in the room. When the phone dude outstretched his arms to hand the plush to the torn animatronic (careful not to let any loose threads catch on Spring's broken metal), Plushtrap simply allowed himself to be limply handed over.
Springtrap gave the stuffed toy a look of curiosity, slight repulsion, but mostly uncaring. After all, it was just a toy.
That night, while the three (two exhausted humans and the third that had set Plush on the desk shortly after receiving him) continued to pull off some of the finishing touches, some small sounds echoed through the air of the office. They hadn't been heard again until about thirty minutes later, where by that time, Chris was perched in the office chair- as usual past midnight- and Daniel lay next to him, head rested on the guy's shoulder (Spring's reason- only reason- for not snapping the latter's neck, which they had to explain to him, was that they were best friends and had been doing such things long before Fazbear Frights. This had made Spring...less jealous).
In fact, the animatronic was actually out and about, moving around objects that seemed just slightly out of place. He was the only one fully awake, for obvious reasons, and couldn't possibly have seen the little plush rabbit stand up from its spot on the desk, glance over at the two sleeping boys and proceed to ask in a childish voice, "Where's Daddy?"
For a moment, the only (barely) conscious of the two blinked, tired mind still trying to process what all was occurring. In fact, everything seemed perfectly normal until Plushtrap lept out towards the guard's face- teeth bared- that Chris's eyes widened and he froze with fear. Well, until Plush ended up knawing on his coat pocket. That was pretty cute.
Chris wearily lifted up the small toy so that their eyes were at level with each other. Said toy reached out its arms to bop Chris on the nose. It didn't hurt, but there was certainly a bit more weight than the guard had originally expected.
With a yawn, the night guard gave his daytime counterpart a small shake, causing said man to flutter open his deep brown eyes.
"Wassup?"
As if to say, "look at this," Chris held the plush in front of his friend as it squirmed about, trying to wrangle its way out of the grip.
Once Daniel's brain had awoken itself well enough to comprehend the oddity of the situation, the man blinked a few times. His conscious mind was trying to determine whether or not Plush's behavior was a part of a dream and it took Dan a moment longer than usual to plaster an awe-filled smile unto his face. "Dude! That's awesome!"
Plushtrap attempted to nip at the paler man as he was transferred from one pair of hands to the next.
The two sets of eyes glanced between each other as the cyan ones shone with interest. "Springtrap moves through possession. Does that mean…?"
Chris didn't have time to ask. He blinked a few times while watching his friend race out the door, likely to find Plushtrap's "Daddy." However, the night guard started to become suspicious when five minutes went by without a sound. Chris pulled out his phone, allowing five minutes to turn to ten, ten to twenty, twenty to half-an-hour. By that point, the cameras alerted him to a crash in the "gift shop." With a raise of his eyebrow, Chris left to investigate.
The guard wasn't entirely sure what he saw, to be honest. One now wide awake man was scrambling around after his brother's plush, which looked quite a bit like an over-energetic puppy as it scurried about, knocking over box after box, of which Spring had to reset in their proper places.
A small chuckle came from the guard as his eyes followed the high speed chase around the party room. It only stopped once Plush had gone fast enough to catch up with the tail end of their line, Springtrap. He somehow managed to latch onto Springtrap's leg and was promptly lifted off of it by said spring body.
"Daddy!" Plushtrap cried, to which the "dad" rolled his eyes.
That's when Christopher noticed something black hanging around the plush's neck. "A collar?"
"Oh yeah," Dan replied after catching his breath, "That's, like, for his leash."
I'm going to try to do one "drabble" at a time (like in my FNaF 4 - 31 Days of Winter). In theory, that would create longer chapters and more inspiration. In actuality...I can only hope.
