Hey dudes and dudettes, if anybody is interested, I made a audio trailer on Youtube for Camera Angles, its posted on this link-
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Welp, off to digital carnage then. I have to get my thinking cap on for my other stuff too, the Spring Semester just started and I'm driving on the highway at 9:00 at night now. Holy fruijal-muffins, people drive like the Mangle would at that time it seems. :P
Have an awesome rest of your day/night peeps, I appreciate the Reviews I've gotten, thankyouz.
-Don
Chapter 10.
Let's Find a New Dungeon!
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"You are the camera, your eyes' the lenses, your nose the sound-receivers. Be one with the device, or better yet, drop this advice now and read a haiku book. It'll be faster and easier to understand. "
-Writ 29 of Surveillance.
The second that tablet croaked out its normal bleeps of confirming the time, Phillip stuck to viewing the pizzeria without break for nearly an hour, gesturing for his future... GUESTS, to stay inside the office with him a bit longer.
The nighttime atmosphere outside was beginning to barely light up, and Phillip knew if he didn't transport Foxy at least, soon, that the sun would literally shut her down due to exposure.
As creepy as it was, Matthew didn't need to know what he was doing, but Phillip used the knowledge he'd gathered over the misadventure now, and that was what really mattered. Since it was the breakage between summer and winter, mornings remained darker for longer.
He was hoping that would stall the light, not for himself obviously.
The stage now harbored the three, motionless beings that observed the area tenaciously, and completely still. Bonnie looked particularly miffed, if even possibly noticeable while frozen in rest. The rabbit animatronic was in continued conflict with the same fox keeping his only prey away.
So of course, he was angry, and Phil could deduce from what Foxy had told him, that Freddy was joining that shitshow soon as well.
"P-Philliiiippp?" Foxy murred. "-Whhheeenn are we... LEAVING?"
The door clanged as she shouldered into its side to hold herself steady.
It was 6:45, and he stared at the tablet for another minute, satisfied as he could be, shut it off and began to lock everything up, and close the generator.
There was a low drum of snoring, and Phil's back was hunched to the slumped over pile of junk that draped in a mess over his shoulders, the Mangle's jaws splayed as loud draws of noise scrabbled from her mouth.
She muttered something about a nickel, and the guard just rolled his shoulders to adjust to the weight. He stepped over to the tiring fox, and huffed, before slipping his arm under hers swiftly.
Through the hiss of his hoody brushing to her fur, some of Foxy's sun-drawn exhaustion was blown away as she zapped her vision to him with a quick turn of her head, her jaw quivered and that weird heat hued her facial features.
"Don't worry, I'll get you to the car and we'll get you some... Uh..." He stuttered whilst slapping the door button, and limping out into the hall with his companion in tow.
"-Some darkness. We'll get you some darkness." He said awkwardly with a frown.
Foxy processed his words for a few minutes, and actively responded when they had reached the back door near the Cove, he'd thought it too risky to leave through the front with the freakshows seeing them.
"From w-wheerrreeee?"
"In my house, Fox'."
The door just swung open when he grunted in sudden stress, Foxy swung herself off of him in a horrified gasp, she clattered her back to the brick wall of the building's rear, and hugged against it too stare at him, the sudden dark allowing more motor skills.
"-H-House?!" She snapped. "-I can't leave here, P-Phillip!"
"Yes you can." He grumbled, locking the entry with his key and motioning for her over.
"But I haven't in..." She trailed her speech, and dug her metal nails into the pavement of the sidewalk, her eyepatch flicked up, and she stared around the dark woodlands that surrounded the parking lot, individually traced patterns in the damp sky above.
"-In... In, EVER..." She was at a loss for words, and that allowed the guard to tow her again, and together, they worked towards the Ford still parked by the front.
Phillip eyed the main entrance, made sure nothing was standing behind the glass door to watch, and opened the rear door of the vehicle with his keys. He mumbled, and unceremoniously dumped the Mangle into a pile on the rear seat, as gently as possible for something on your back.
Her head rolled, and she snored at the car's ceiling loudly.
Phillip tugged Foxy to the front, watched the rising sun in the backdrop, and yanked the passenger side ajar.
"Alright, Fox', let's go!" He said enthusiastically as he could.
"P-Phillip... I can't..."
"C'mon Fox', I'm not leaving you here with them."
"But its been-"
"Around twenty years, I know."
Foxy was silent when he leaned closer, trying to multitask between comforting his friend, and adjusting himself to such proximity. The animatronic wasn't as... Intimidating at this distance, her glowing yellow eyes dimmed too him in emotional confliction.
Foxy rolled her jaw, and dimmed her lids to the ground at her feet.
Even exhausted, she sighed and scratched a line on the cement with her metal toenail.
"Trust me, you'll be fine."
"-Philly has... The... The BEST roomservice EVVAAARRRR..."
He smiled at the Mangle's drunken-sounding sleep-talk behind him, and nudged Foxy into the seat with effort.
She ducked her head, flicked her ears when they tapped at the roof, and leaned into the back of the seat with her knees pressed into the dashboard. Awkwardly, shifted about to get comfortable to whatever degree was possible.
The Ford shifted as the human jumped in and started the engine, making the animatronic jump at the sudden noise.
Phil grinned reassuringly, and the Ford backed away, all the while with Foxy now too tired from the growing amount of light to gawk, they left the lot wordlessly, and Freddy's would remain dark for its two days this week, as it did every week, every month.
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It had taken Phillip longer to get on the freeway to his neighborhood than he had anticipated nor wanted, and sweat ran down his brow briefly before he snagged a tissue from the glove box and swiped it away.
Now that the sun was beaming down in its morning brightness onto the roof of his car, Foxy was out like an old tree log, and she was utterly silent, still, and idle in a slumped lean on the window of the passenger side, her jaw slacked open.
Even though he'd gotten the gist these creatures... Her KIND, if that, weren't entirely robotic, he still found it immaculately odd that small wheezes of sleep hissed from the inside of her throat.
In broad daylight, it gave the same effect onto her as alcohol did to a drunken person knocked out on the side of the road, so the animatronic wasn't going anywhere soon without his aid. Phillip sighed at that, scratched his hair, and focused on the road.
"Well... I can't say this will be... Entirely normal," He muttered, giving a brief rub of his palm on the fur of her shoulder. "But it's safer than staying in the dump."
He gave a 'Figures' face for that statement.
Fragging killer mental patients.
Never a good thing when they weren't human on top of that fact.
Phillip grumbled, suddenly aware of an elongated intake of air from the back seat, and checking the rear-view mirror, he started with an annoyed grunt as a widely splayed set of jaws opened back there.
The Mangle yawned much like a housecat would, except, she ended it with a girlish '-eeEEEEEeeekkk!' as her mouth snapped shut with a clang of metal, and her chops smacked a few times to confirm an end.
She looked about with a curious eye, a glint of playful explorative desire in it to the interior of the car, so, naturally, instead of doing what any logical being would do in a moving vehicle, with no recollection of GETTING in said vehicle, she enacted opposite.
In fact, Phillip went so far as to say she pulled a... Well, MANGLE.
The animatronic let her tongue droop out a bit as she wrapped her pipe limbs about the edges of the right rear mirror, tapped and slapped her digits about until locating the OPEN/CLOSE switch. She clicked it, and a light, morning breeze hissed into the car from the fastness of the highway.
"Mangle! Are you serious?" He wasn't sure whether to be amused or annoyed as he snapped at her.
She said nothing, and stuck her head into the air outside, her tongue swishing in the gravitational force, and her one good eye pressing back into its socket. She held onto the rim of the ajar opening, and just looked ahead with a big, splayed grin.
Nervously, he looked about the highway around him, and noted that there was only one car driving behind them, too the left inner lane.
Nobody would see if he let the little weirdy get some air.
Whatever, it worked for him.
He sniggered and kept vision on the road, noting exit 89 passing by, only two more lay between it and his turn.
That was some comfort then, so he really didn't notice when the Mangle's head had jerked to stare at the sky above, and her tentacles began to swing about outside the window. There was a thud in the passenger rear of the car, and he checked the view in his mirror, and shrugged...
Then his eyes darted back wildly.
Oh yes, somebody would indeed see THAT.
"M-Mangle! MANGLE! Stop it, get in here! NOW!"
There was a dulled 'Weeeeeeee!' above his head as the only thing that remained inside the passenger area was two feet-capped pipes that draped over the seats, the rest of the Mangle had vanished to angle at the top of his car.
Bravely, Phillip took a last look around his Ford, grunted, and reached behind the seat.
Her car-surfing ended with a cut off, dramatic shriek, and Phillip snatched hold of the two pipes, and tugged the animatronic from the roof of his ride.
There was a clank, and tumbling metal contact, and the yelping Mangle rolled and flailed back into her seat with a series of clacks and loud reports. She stood there, quiet, and sniffed at the window as it shut via his front-seat control.
"Are you INSANE?!" He barked. "What if someone SAW YOU?! What would you do? HUH?!"
She cocked her head at him, sniffed the air, and waved to her human friend with one of her hand-caped pipes.
"Me would wave!"
"Ugh... I forgot... You ARE insane... How stupid of me."
"Philly?"
"What?"
"Can I turn dial?"
He glanced as she leaned on the cupholders that divided the two front seats, and reached excitedly to the tuning wheel on the radio console.
"You listen to music?"
Mangle gasped dramatically.
"ME WUVVS MUSIC!"
"Alright... Knock yourself out..."
She looked at him funny, then the radio, sniffed, and grabbed hold of something behind his seat.
He went slack jawed, turned away from his driving briefly to gape in complete awe as the Mangle reared back with the fixing jack he forgot to lock back in his trunk, towards her own head.
"N-NO!" He snatched it from her quickly, grumbled, and laid it by his legs. "That means, you can use the God-damned radio! Not BASH YOUR CIRCUITS OUT!"
"YAY!"
The radio coughed static and garbled conglomerates of cut-off lyrics and words as the Mangle twisted the dial with an astonished expression of wonder. He bit his lip and snarled.
"What this?"
She left a station on that was playing Green Day.
For awhile, she sat there, staring at the thing as lyrics of the lonely road echoed about.
"-Philly? Why does he walk alone?"
"Its just the lyrics, Mangle..."
"But being alone is stupid!"
He shrugged as response.
The Mangle chattered incomprehensibly, and twisted the dial once more.
She stopped at a station with America singing a Horse with No Name.
"But the horsey has to have name!"
"Well it doesn't here-"
"MADNESS!" The Mangle shrieked defiantly. "-Horsey has to have name!"
"Tell that to the group, not me..."
There was a thud as the Mangle flicked the radio with one of her feet.
"Name the horsey Bill Jenkins."
"Mangle its not that big of a deal-"
"But what if they meet Policeman! And they have identificationz and the horsey don't?"
"That's just..." He chuckled. "-I dunno, that's just funny."
"Well me has nickel!" A clink of metallic disturbance, and she gestured the coin that she STILL had from the whole driveway fiasco, at the radio, and pushed the dial to silence the song.
"-Pay your own toll, horsey meanies!"
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What was surprising about the entire trip, was that after the near trainwreck, Mangle was actually calm and collected, and Foxy just... Sat there and looked pretty. You know, pretty unconscious.
Phillip Linn had never felt this comfortable around things he didn't know before, especially with such adjacent space between them and him. It was odd, kind of freaky, but after a mere week, Foxy had now grown on him with the fact she was just a troubled creature looking for someone to at least talk too.
At first their relationship had been one of interest, she found want in chatting with the only human in her lifecycle she could have full hours of conversations with, and he was intrigued with a talking robotic creature.
Simple.
Then of course, Foxy's absence from such gifts excelled her growing desire to expand on just being acquaintances.
Phillip couldn't even touch her fur without getting a little buggy.
Yet it was clear the animatronic had a thing for him that even SHE couldn't shake off.
Whatever that THING was, Phillip felt himself feeling horrible for being a tad... Repulsed. As nasty and cruel as that word sounded for basically rejecting someone, especially someone that was experiencing such a rough life, it was the only he could think of.
He knew it was wrong to look at that way, but how else was he supposed to react? She was a living, breathing and talking robotic contraption in a children's pizzeria? Kind of awkward to just go along with it as a normal human being.
What's that my furry, partially mechanical, dusty smelling automated friend? You think I'm hot? I think your hot too!
Not exactly acceptable on modern day Earth.
Phil actually was grumbling beneath his own breath when the Ford bucked from his brake and fixture to PARK.
His daylights brightened the white paint of his garage door briefly, they went dark when the key slipped from the ignition in his clenched palm. Sighing, he looked behind him to see the Mangle preoccupied with burying her face behind the passenger seats towards the trunk.
"What are you doing?" He asked tiredly, rubbing his temple.
"'E ike cottn nandy!"
"The heck-?"
Phillip swung his door open, not minding when Foxy jolted awake with a startled, exacerbated gasp, and catapulted himself to the side of his car. The passenger side was yanked ajar, and before the security guard could even snap for the animatronic too stop, his mouth just jerked to stillness, and his brow twitched.
The same loose flap of leather that had been torn behind the leftwards passenger seat, many months ago from when he lifted a recently purchase lawn weedwhacker from the trunk, the dude at Home Depot forgot to mention it still had batteries.
So, Phillip pressed the button dumbly, screamed like a woman when it buzzed in his car, and threw it onto the lawn as it powered down.
The damage had already been done, so, Mangle made it worse. Of course.
He just bit his tongue when Mangle's head jerked away from the tear, a quite noticeable bulge clamped within her mouth, and her one eye wide like a platter.
"Iiiii iLLLLYYY!" She muffled.
Phillip looked between her and the absent puff of foam-interior from the bitemark torn into the seat, the prior weedwhacker damage peeled away by eager Mangle-teeth.
The Ford shuffled as Foxy clambered from the front seat to open the door.
Phillip stared at the smiling Mangle with an emotionless expression, and held his hand out for her to spit it out.
His fingers flexed in his direction when she sniffed at them dully.
"What that for, Philly?" She giggled.
Again, seeing the bulge absent from her chops and... Anywhere else, told him all he needed to know about the deranged animatronic's consumption abilities.
All he could muster was a quick twitch of his eye. Nothing more.
"Foxy? You alright?"
Phillip lost all conception of the fact his car was slowly being mangled by a freakshow with the same name, and hurried over to the front door of the Ford, where the tall, furred vulpine creature stood, eyes locked to the front of the house.
Foxy rocked a bit in her stand, shook the car as the daylight sucked her energy away, and forced her to balance on the doorframe briefly.
Phil hurried over, and slung her hook-baring arm over himself again.
"-P-Phillip-?!" She squeaked.
"Hold on there, wobbles, let me help you..."
Foxy said nothing, hissed as the light bore on her from her helped trots beneath the overhang of his porch.
The second the rays of the sun weren't touching her, she quaked oddly, in a quivering sort, and snaked away from the human with a slip of motion, reforming that urge to enwrap her chest with her arms. Foxy kept her gaze to the floor as he retrieved Mangle from the backseat, came back to the porch with said weirdy over his shoulders, and put his front key to work.
"Phillip..." Foxy muttered. "-I'm like... Really..." She huffed.
"Don't worry pals-o mine, I'll close the shades and everyt-"
"Phil!"
He yipped, the key clattered to the wooden floor, and the Mangle had a wide eye peek over his hairline again.
"Holy frag! Why are you yelling?"
"Phillip I'm... I'm really overwhelmed right now..."
He scratched his head, picked the key up and unlocked the front door.
"I've NEVER been outside... I've never had a friend too INVITE me in their HOME..."
"Well then I guess I'm the first!" He arched the door open, looked around his mostly woodland-block to make sure no one was active in the area, and gestured for her to enter after him.
Foxy watched him like he was crazy, and the Mangle flew inside the house with a triumphant cry. The chandelier in Phillip's dining room squeaked noisily whilst it was used as a swing.
Shaking his head, he waved her inside.
Foxy couldn't move when he did that, or when he stepped back out to take hold of her paw again.
The sudden contact he had kept initiating was one of a puzzle here, a puzzle that would combine into the basic panic-attack she was getting at the moment.
Twenty some-odd years of being alone, never communicating largely with any others than those she hated and likewise, fighting evenly strong monsters in turn, sitting in silence and dark in a dusty, forgotten Cove...
All that ended with the sudden appearance of this stupid little human.
She now had someone to talk with, laugh with, understand things from and debate. He helped her fight the evils, offered assistance during the dreadful nights and finally, gave her sanctuary in his home.
Yet to display such gratitude, Foxy only garbled unintelligently, allowed her facial features to hue terribly, and stepped inside the doorway quickly and wordlessly, her paw draping away from the young man.
Seeing the current situation, he wasn't offended, he just nodded, grinned and followed to close the door behind himself.
In fact, he'd have been worried if she DIDN'T react that way.
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"She left, you say?"
"Mmmhmm. Up with that meatbag, got in his little driver and-VROOM! Gone! Gone..."
"Interesting. You see this is why I like the human, yes?"
The response was no less a dismissive wave of a paw than any other solution, surely, because insanity drowned him and everything he touched every waking moment of existence, but also, because that insanity worked through the cracks of chance.
Who was anyone but HE too call himself crazy? Anyone still alive? Quite few.
That only meant that he succeeded with insanity at his beck and call, with madness ready to lash out and consume his foes on his command.
Freddy was always out of his mind, he preferred it that way, never hadn't. The world was a giant tinderbox in the grand scheme, there was so much mystery, confusion and disagreement, that fires were something to brew over years and erupt in a storm in a brief second.
All it took was a maniac to light the fuse, and by the end of the arson, the maniac usually left more scarred by only HIS own hand alone... If the cards were dealt to the right sides of the table.
However, no amount of material, no promises other than chances for carnage, could win over the lesser of his kind. For certainly, Chica was a freak, an unstable packdog that despite the childish deception, was capable of atrocity, was willing to put those capabilities in use for his word.
She just gawked a minute, her multiple sets of jaws within her fake, plastic beak splayed in silent shock.
"B-But the human IS meat! He is prey! PREY!"
"No doubt to such, my girl," Freddy grumbled. "This is why I LIKE him, I appreciate his ability to cloud our foe's mind, hmm? Look at it in a higher perspective, chance this with me..."
Stepping away from the darkened stage, Freddy's feet thudded the ground in a rumble only a massive beast could make, he waved his arm in the direction of the hall to the Cove. Chica kept an eye on him, minding to give glances to the hunched shadow in the back of the stage too.
"Foxy! Darling lass, once as prim as the gears come," He smiled. "Just as strong as you, me, faster than us and just as so... To ole' 'B..."
Freddy's paw fell a digit to each of them in turn with his words, he waved blandly to the ball of darkness scrunched up in the stage's back, upper level, snickered when it pulsed in a heavy grunt.
"Foxy, the one animatronic to resist, to remain PEACEFUL to the people here, will now be undone by one of those people."
Chica garbled, her eye-lids gave a repeated spasm.
"I can't WAIT to taste the blood... Really. I can't... "
Freddy actually deflated inaudibly with knowing, he grunted to Chica's lack of comprehension, angled his chin to the stage again.
"Alright, 'B... At least keep YOUR head on its sprockets for this escapade, Hmmm?"
"Blood is blood," The misted response came dreary from the shadows as Bonnie nodded briefly to the quaking asylum captive. "-I'll spill it when I think I can."
"That's all I needed to hear!" Freddy clapped his paws. "See? Self control is the lady tonight. It can be every night, if we finally END this."
"If we can kill her, we'll kill her," Bonnie snapped, the sound of a clanging wrench echoing. "That isn't the definitive outcome here, butchering the guard IS."
Freddy frowned, lacked comment when Bonnie readjusted his jaw, and threw a small toolbox back to its place somewhere among all the instruments up there.
Tapping his hip with drumming claws, the bear tried to push a button, for kicks.
"What say you with the guard? Anxious for everyday cattle?"
"If YOU could control this frigging bloodlust the FREAK has been petrified with, you'd understand."
"Chica, go... Somewhere else..." Freddy grinned to realize he had just dismissed air, angled a brow at the ajar door into the kitchens, and stepped to the foot of the stage.
"Alright, bloodlust. That's your reason?"
"I said my fact, not how you could see it..."
"I'll take it for now. Don't stress, 'B."
"Stress? For the pile? Just dumb, Fredd... That's a stupid thing to say."
"Facts can be perceived STUPID by many... Especially when they're shit out of a venomous orifice."
Bonnie straightened himself back there, angled to stare with beaming, white-glowing eyes to the bear. He looked utterly hateful, and Freddy mentally cackled to the taste of this delicious little game he was torturing the rabbit with.
It was actually disappointing that Bonnie was learning, because this time, he didn't bite like he had before.
Nay, the purple killer just smiled with his newly fixed jaws.
"Get a dictionary from the janitor closet you bow-tied little bitch." He chuckled.
Freddy's teething grimace faded for a masque of a devilish grin.
Bare your teeth to it... The teeth take the brunt of the tide here, it allowed self-control, it allowed him to buy time, and end all around him.
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