Chapter 10

Holy crap! Duplicates!

Back at the warehouse Tricks was working on the equipment for DeShawn and I. Tricks stood up from his workshop table, and he picks up the wrist communicator. He puts it on, and he tests it out. He clicks the touch screen part of the wrist communicator, and it just mapped out the whole warehouse in seconds.

"Yes! It works! I can't wait till the rest can see this," Tricks said taking off the wrist communicator, "O wait," Tricks puts the wrist communicator real quick, "I wonder if the universal controls work."

Tricks aims the wrist communicator towards his TV that was on his workshop, and pushed a few buttons. After a few seconds the TV turned onto the news.

"O most definitely does work," Tricks said taking the wrist communicator off, and sets it onto his workshop.

"Hello New York! My name is Ms. O'neil, and I have breaking news for you. Just a few hours ago a man known as 'Garrett Geenamare' had just recently held up the chief of police 'John O'neil' AKA my father at gunpoint. The highly trained, tactical force named 'SCAFT' was thankfully was noted before anything else could happen.

"Huh? Garrett," Tricks questioned himself as he turned up the volume.

"SCAT is short for 'Secret Cunning Assault Force of Tactical.' The man was most recently serving our nation in the army, but sadly we don't know what his sentence will be."

The reporter kept on talking as Tricks sat there dumbfounded.

"No way Garrett would do that. He has to have a reason why he did that...Thank god I gave him an earpiece that he can only hear," Tricks said putting on his headsets, and started to call Garrett from a different police jail.

Garrett was given an orange prison jumpsuit with his prison number on it, and he was being escorted to his jail cell with two armed SCAFT troops. They were wearing a black vest with the word "SCAFT" on the back of it. They also had black skin tight clothing for more tactical use. For a side arm they had a silenced Berettas each, and for primary use they have silenced Scar L Assault Rifles. They wore masks, so no one would see who or what they are.

Garrett had shackles connecting to his wrist, hips, and feet. He slowly made his way down the hallway into in open area filled with more prison mates. He looked over his shoulder at the two SCAFT soldiers. Afterwards you looked straight back forward.

"So...SCAFT...I thought you were SWAT?"

"Not anymore. After a protocol was brought upon the SWAT Team it is now our turn to organize things...The right way," one of the soldiers said still walking Garrett to his cell.

"What's the protocol called," Garrett asked.

"Classified," both of the soldiers said at the same time.

"Psh...Figures," then Garrett was brought up to his cell.

"Sorry we couldn't get you a single cell, so hope you enjoy company," one of the soldiers said unlocking all of his chains, and puts him in the cell.

As the soldiers left Garrett was left in a prison with another inmate. Garrett turned around to see his "bunk buddy" laying down on the bottom bunk. He hand his legs crossed, and hands on the back of his head.

"Hey," Garrett said looking over to the inmate.

"Hey," the inmate said in return without looking, or opening his eyes.

"This is a crap hole," Garrett said looking around the cell, and then looked out of the cell. He poked his hands out of the cell, and leaned against the bars.

"You can say that again," the inmate said rocking his leg up and down at a steady rhythm.

"By the way the name is Garrett," he said looking out of the bars.

"Nice to meet to Garrett," the inmate said getting out from the bunk, and walked over beside Garrett, "The name is Henderson...Andrew Henderson," he poked his head out between the bars, and put his hands in between the bars to lean on the door.

"Wait a second...Andrew Henderson? The night guard that applied to Freddy Fazbear 2 recently?"

"Yeah...How the hell did you know that?"

"Justin Knights, DeShawn Quincy, Tricks Miles, and I was working on the 5 missing kids case. You know the 'Freddy Fazbear Murderer.' Why and how the hell did you get into this place? This is New York, not Cleveland," Garrett said looking over to him between the bars.

"Well this is what happened BEFORE I was forced here by my will," Andrew said walking back to his bunk.

"Before I was going to pick up Justin and DeShawn, I think that's who I was suppose to pick up, a SWAT Team invaded the pizzeria, and took me to a Cleveland jail. Since they needed to hear my part of the situation, but for some reason I was transferred to here at 'Sing Sing Correctional Facility."

"Wait? Are you sure it was a SWAT Team that invaded the pizzeria, or was it SCAFT," Garrett mentioned laying in a bunk right next to Andrew's.

"I heard about SCAFT, but I guess it never hit my mind now that you mention it," Andrew said looking up at the ceiling.

"I think I knew what's going on. Who ever sent you here is the leader of SCAFT...The same person that put me in here...Wait if you got sent to jail, so the leader won't give you a chance to let out information. I think I know why we're in here," Garrett explained sitting up on his bunk.

"Yeah how so," Andrew asked sitting up to face Garrett in his bunk.

"Have you ever heard of a man with the name of 'John O'neil' at any point of your life?"

"I think...I can't remember off the top of my head right now…"

"Take your time...It's not like we're running out of time anyways," Garrett said slouching over, and laid his elbows on his knees.

Out of no where Garrett's inner ear com started to go off.

"G-Garrett...C-Can you h-h-hear me right-right now?"

"Tricks," Garrett questioned as he was looking around to where that could be coming from, "O right...I forgot about my ear com that you inserted a year ago. Yeah I can hear you Tricks, but just barley."

"Who the hell you talking to? I'm right here you realize that right?"

"Yeah, but I'm talking to someone on the outside right now. Here I'll set it to speakerphone," Garrett said pressing against his ear lobe, "Tricks you're on speakerphone, but make sure not to talk so loudly."

"Do I sound much better now," Tricks said as Andrew could hear him now.

"Loud and clear Tricks. What's happening on the outside world," Garrett said facing Andrew making it look like he was talking to him.

"Whoa…" Andrew said amazed, "You must have an internal ear com don't you?"

"Wow you ARE the mechanic that the legends say," Tricks said looking through Andrew's profile he threw in for the past few minutes.

"Wait...Say that again Tricks," Garrett said looking at Andrew.

"He's the mechanic of ALL the animatronics about 10 years ago. After the bite of 87' he left the job without a trace. Joined the army during those times, and then retired early from all the firefights he went through. After that he recently applied to 'Freddy Fazbear 2 Pizzeria.' You applied for night guard/mechanic about 3 days ago, AND-"

"That's enough Tricks...I think you should get off the com for about ten minutes...five if he doesn't hold back," Garrett said pressing against his ear lobe, and stood up to Andrew.

"Whoa-Whoa-Whoa I can explain Garrett," Andrew said crawling backwards a little away from Garrett.

"Do you not understand what the hell we had to go through at the god forsaken place that we call 'HELL!?' We nearly got killed," Garrett said taking a few steps towards him.

"Yes I do, but you don't know what the hell happened BEFORE the bite of 87'...Before what they did to me, and all the other employees at the time," Andrew said on the other side of the bed.

"The hell you talkin' about Andrew..?...What have you created?"

"Well…-"

Meanwhile

I started to come to as I could feel something running down my face. I tried to move my arms and hands to feel it, but I could feel myself hanging from some kind of hook a few feet off of the ground.

"Son...of a bitch...I feel like fish in a market...Where the hell...am I at?"

I looked around only to see boxes, a vent on the roof, and my...shirt and vest on the side?

"What the hell? Why is my shirt and vest not on me," I whispered to myself looking down.

I could feel a type of liquid running down my face, and down onto my chest. Starting to think it is blood now, but it's too fast to be blood. It feels...Well hell I don't know what it feels like. I'm starting to think it is water coming from a pipe, or outside.

All of a sudden I could feel something tugging onto my wrist chains. I looked up to see a shadow like figure trying to break my chains. I couldn't make out what it looked like only because the eyes we're too far separated from each other.

"Wh-Who are you," I said weakly and tired.

"I'm here to get you out of here...Don't worry you know me already," the female like person said finally breaking my chains.

I fell down to my feet, and then I stumbled a little. I slowly got back my balance, and I slowly walked over to my shirt and vestI. I picked up my vest, and I got my long sleeved shirt back on. At that moment someone opened the door to the smallish room that I was in.

"Alright you boy toy! The girls are begging me to bring-Hey," Toy Freddy yelled as he realized I got out from my restrains.

"Did I ever tell you I'm 'Harry Houdini?' No? O well...Time for my 'Greatest Escape' now," I elbowed him in the face as I ran passed him. He grabbed his face stumbling backwards onto the ground.

"Ugh! God! Get him," Toy Freddy yelled rocking side to side holding onto his face.

Toy Chica, Mangle, and Balloon Boy quickly snapped their necks towards me, and started to run after me. Toy Chica managed to get in front of my path I was heading towards. I readied her butch knife, and swung across trying to cut me. I jumped as high as I could, and I dove right over the knife. I rolled back onto my feet without stopping myself, and I kept on running for the exit door. They weren't able to catch up with me.

All of a sudden a figure out of no where jumped up, and backed kicked me in the air sending me rolling across the ground a few feet away from the exit. I rolled over onto my stomach, and I grabbed my chest from the pain that was just conflicted on me.

"Aw...Shit," I fell onto my side after trying to get up from the floor, and I just started to rock myself back and forth, "Okay...Now that's, "I coughed really hard like, "...That's a whole new type of pain...I feel like an earthquake just occurred on the inside of the body…"

The figure started to walk towards me all casual like, and crouched down to look at me.

"Hello Justin Knights...I always wanted to meet you in real life…"

When she got into the light for me to see it was another Bonnie. Toy Bonnie I'm assuming that'll be her name. She had a black long sleeve shirt, a red bow tie, and black leather pants. She bragged me by my jaw, and she leaned in towards me.

"You seem cute in real life...Thank god we get to have you here today.."

She started to lean in a little closer to me, but then she stopped.

A sound of a shotgun being cocked echoed throughout the kitchen right behind Toy Bonnie's head.

"Back the hell away from my friend, or I swear I'll blow your head off so hard you'll feel how Golden Freddy felt back at New York," DeShawn said aiming down at her head with one hand since it is a sawn off shotgun.

She slowly stood up, and turned around to look at him. She blinked a few times, grinned, and side stepped away from both of us. Officer Phones came through the kitchen door, and got me off the ground. With his other hand he aimed one of his guns at the crowd of animatronics. As Officer Phones and I went through the kitchen doors exiting the kitchen, and headed towards the office. DeShawn looked around at all the animatronics, and in the back saw another figure that looked familiar.

"Holy Crap! Duplicates," DeShawn yelled pointing behind them. They all looked behind them only to see nothing.

"I'm out," DeShawn yelled as they were distracted, and ran out of the kitchen. He headed towards the office as fast as he could, and finally got to the office along with Officer Phones and I.

DeShawn sat his gun onto the desk, and walked over to me as I was in the office chair.

"Hey how you feelin' Knights," DeShawn asked crouching down right next to me.

"Fine...Painful on the side of my stomach, but fine...You?"

"Like crap, but I'll be fine for now…"

"Thanks for saving my ass back there man," I said grinning at him as I got my vest back on.

"Sorry to break this family reunion, but why the hell is there phone scraps all over the office," Officer Phones asked picking up some pieces of Jeremy's phone.

"O yeah...I shot Jeremy's phone because he filmed us fighting the animatronics."

"Why the hell couldn't you just ask him to delete it?"

"Well crap man! What happens if the deleting process stopped without me knowing, or he made a copy of the video? How am I supposed to know if he would upload it to the internet, and have our identity shown off to the public?!..."

I looked over to Officer Phones, "He kind of has a point...Franklin did say to keep this a secret…"

"...Yeah I guess you're both right...Alright Jeremy let's get you out of here...Jeremy," Officer Phones said looking around the office for him, "Jeremy," he said looking underneath the desk.

We looked around to see if there was any signs of him anywhere. I looked up to see the ventilation shaft opened.

"Umm guys?...Look," I said pointing up.

"Ooooo crap…" DeShawn said looking at the vent.

"This might be bad…"

What will Andrew say?! Is there more than one animatronic of each animatronic, especially Mangle?! What will happen?! Sorry for the long wait something bad happened to my laptop, and let's just say I have a new one. Now on with the author not. Please leave a comment/question in your review. Favorite/Follow for more chapters in the future. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and more to come. As of usual...Peace!