Its amazing what more than 4 hours of sleep will do for you when you're sick. I'm still feeling a bit iffy...but! I'm feeling a lot better than last night. Ok, so Night 3 it is! Now, I'm warning you all...the bot's voiceboxes have deteriorated since Guardian Angel. Andrew's only gotten around to fix Spring's. So they skip and stutter and glitch horribly. And I figured since Spring's the 'good' part of Springtrap, his voice comes out normal while Scott's skips and glitches just like Freddy, Gold (when she's been corrupted), Bonnie, Chica and Foxy's do. Right now...Scott's going after someone other than little Robby.
Oh, and just to tell you all...this story will be similar in concept to Shades mainly because the storyline is similar. That means that more than likely there will be one helping little Robby...unless they get caught by Marionette. I don't think it's getting old (they're his family for crying out loud! They're going to fight the Marionette's influence with everything they've got! Doesn't mean they'll win all the time...) and like I said, this won't be following the game much except for the house concept. And my wonderful guests...I can't really answer your questions unless you get an account because I've been told off by the admins (or people working for them) that I'm not supposed to answer questions in a story.
Chapter 11
"Scott, Bonnie, Freddy, Foxy and Chica are all coming out," Mike told her son, "It's just you and me,"
"For now," a smooth, cold voice hummed.
"I don't think I like the sound of that voice…" little Robby whispered.
"You shouldn't," Mike gulped, putting her son behind her, "It's Marionette…she's here…"
She turned to face her son, grabbing his shoulders gently yet firmly.
"Robby, I want you to promise me that you will not open the door for me," she told him, "I'm going to try and get away from her…but if I can't…"
She gently held his face, pressing his forehead to hers. Robby shivered at feeling the cold metal of his mother's talons on his cheeks, but the soft fur helped ease that feeling.
"No matter what happens," she finished, "I love you, lil' Capt'n,"
"I love you too, Mama," little Robby started right as his mother's form disappeared in a wisp of shadow.
"And this just got interesting," the Marionette's voice sneered from above the boy.
Little Robby looked up and saw two grey lights shining in the vent shaft above the dresser.
"You leave my mother alone!" the boy snarled.
"Oh, child…it's not your mother I want," the Marionette snorted, "You are far more interesting. But, alas, I cannot touch you…"
He could see the slender figure rubbing it's wrists.
"I found that out the hard way when I tried to the other night," she growled, "But, even though I can't touch you…that doesn't mean that they can't…"
Robby whirled around, flashing his flashlight at the bed and making all three Stooges shriek in pain as the light blinded them, sending them diving under the bed for cover.
"So have fun surviving…" Marionette sang, crawling back through the vent, "I have bigger things to try and snare…"
"Mama…" little Robby started, running towards the door just to stop as a deep, ragged breath sounded off right outside it.
The boy grabbed the doorknob and held the door shut, squeezing his eyes closed as he heard the soft, sinister sound of metal talons on wood.
"Please go away," the boy pleaded silently, "Please go away!"
After a few seconds, he heard the creak of floorboards and little Robby cautiously opened the door, shining the light…
"SCREEEEEEEEE!"
"AHHHH!" Robby shrieked as Bonnie's talons sliced through his shirt and lifted him high into the air, "Sam! Sam, please! It's me! Robby!"
"S-SA-SaM is n-NO-noT-No! NOT AGAIN!-he-hEr-here," Bonnie rasped, dragging the boy out of the room and down the hall, "G-GaME-KILL ME!- Ov-oVE-ovER,"
Andrew heard the electronic screech and the human scream and he buried his head in his hands. He couldn't leave the room…he'd nearly gotten eaten by Chica just a few minutes ago, only him slamming the door quickly managed to get her away.
"Please…please let him be ok…" Andrew thought, leaning back and closing his eyes…
When he heard a soft creaking sound. The man looked up just to see two pale green lights shining way above the floor.
"Andrew?" Spring's soft voice asked.
"Spring…everything ok?" Andrew asked, though he knew nothing was.
He heard a strangled rasp and the lights shrank until they were just two pinpoints of green.
"G-Good," Scott chuckled, "I was thi-THInking this was go-GOing to be diffic-c-cult,"
"What…" Andrew blinked as Scott stalked closer, "Spring?"
"I am…Spring-TR-trap," Scott cackled, his human voice taking more of a glitchy undertone than Spring's smoother voice, "I WaS ju-ju-just like y-yooooou, c-c-can you hear my c-cAlL!"
Andrew stumbled back, eyes wide as the murderer edged towards him.
"Spring…it's me! Andrew!"
"N-No Spring…" Scott told him, "T-They put me…awaaaay. And ye-Yet I g-g-g-get-t-t to PLAy with them…You're in over your head…I-I-I-I'll remove it for you…"
"SPRING BONNIE!" Andrew shrieked as Scott grabbed him and hoisted him high.
The rabbit's head twitched and the pale green light flooded more of his gaze.
"Andrew…I…" Spring whispered, dropping the man and grabbing his head, groaning in pain as Scott fought him.
"Spring?" Andrew whispered, touching the rabbit…only for it to freeze, trembling lightly.
"T-t-there is NOOooo h-him. There is n-no S-S-Spring. W-we aren't s-s-separate. It's us!" the rabbit twitched violently before shrieking, "IT'S ME!"
Spring grabbed his head, shaking it violently and whimpering.
"Get him out! GET HIM OUT OF MY HEAD!" Spring howled, "GET HIS FILTHY MURDERING THOUGHTS OUT OF MY HEAD!"
"Who…" Andrew started.
"HE KILLED MY EMILY!" Spring shrieked, clawing at his tattered fur, "KILLED ALL OF THEM! MATTHEW! AMANDA! SAMUEL! ROBERT! MIKAYLA! GET! HIM! OUT! I WANT HIM OUT NOW!"
Andrew's breath caught. The one who killed the girl…who killed his son, daughter and their friends…Spring had to have malfunctioned when he wore the suit…
"Why did you do it?" Andrew wondered aloud…just for Spring to twitch and give a cold laugh.
"Ma-Maybe they ti-ti-ticked me off," Scott hissed, "I…cut th-THOse b-brATs up with a kn-kniFE…they pu-PUT me in h -HIm…"
"Get him out!" Spring begged, "Turn me off! GET RID OF HIM!"
Andrew dodged as Spring gave a spitting, metallic hiss and swiped at him. The man got in front of the rogue and placed his hands on the rabbit's chest.
"F-f-finally snap hi-h-hissssss n-neCK!" Scott snarled, a hand grabbing around Andrew's neck, "S-snAP-P-P hi-hISsss NECK! No! Don't make me do this…REmovE hiS S-SP-spine!"
"Too late for that," Andrew growled, tearing open the interface port over Spring's 'heart' and flipping the switch.
There was a dying whirr and Spring took back control.
"Thank you…Andrew…" the broken creature slurred before shutting down.
Robby was so sure he was going to die as the faded rabbit slammed him against a wall so hard that he felt a couple ribs crack. Bonnie's silver fangs gleamed in the light, promising a very painful death…
When something slammed a very heavy fist into the side of the rabbit's head…something gold.
"Get away from my son," Mike snarled, standing between the boy and Bonnie.
Bonnie gave a spitting hiss and melted into thin air…only to reappear behind little Robby and lift him high into the air.
"ACK! MAMA!" the boy shrieked, thrashing…only for a shadow to slam into Bonnie while another one gently wrapped it's frigid embrace around his midsection, setting him down on the floor.
"Sam, wake up!" Mike ordered, "You're better than this! You can beat her! WAKE UP!"
The jet black eyes seemed to lighten a little bit, crimson starting to bleed through the inky depths…when a thin beam of light lanced into them.
Bonnie shrieked, throwing up his paws to cover his eyes…and then lowering them to glare at the pale, trembling living child.
"WHY DID YOU DO THAT!?" Mike yelled, "I almost ha…!"
Suddenly, the golden bear gave a rasping, choking sound as she fell, twitching to her knees.
"Mama?" little Robby whispered.
"I told you…I had bigger things to catch," Marionette chuckled.
"R-Ro-Robby…" Mike gasped, her golden gaze flickering, "R-Rip him in two!-RUN!"
The boy turned tail and ran through the hallway, slipping and stumbling as he turned a corner and out of sight. Mike turned a pleading gaze towards the Marionette.
"Please…don't make m-It's me!-me do this!" Mike begged, "He's my-my, my someone's breaking the rules!-My son…I'm begging…Emily! I know you can hear- hear him scream!- hear me! Help me!"
Marionette tilted Mike's head up, her permanent grin smug.
"Emily? Oh, she can hear you…and see you…" the rogue smirked, "But dearest Emily cannot help you! Don't worry, Mikayla…think of it this way, if he dies, you'll be together…"
She gave a bitter laugh.
"Oh…my mistake, no he won't. He'll move on…you on the other hand…won't," she chuckled, "Now…believe me, Mikayla…I'm going easy on you. If I wanted you to suffer…trust me, there are worse things than shadows. Gold…"
She snapped her fingers and Mike went rigid, the pinpricks of deep amber in the golden bear's eyes turning a dead white.
"Get the rulebreaker,"
Gold tiredly looked up at the Marionette.
"As you wish,"
The boy skidded around a corner, hiding behind it to catch his breath. This was not how this was supposed to be! He should be safe in his bed, warm…come to think of it, he should have his mother alive and his uncle alive and Jeremy would have his brain intact!
Unfortunately, fate has a way with screwing around with the Schmidt family…because right at that moment, something heavy grabbed the boy's shoulder.
"S-SoMEone is n-No-not in control!-not in their costume!" a higher-pitched, female voice giggled.
"GET OFF ME!" the boy shrieked, throwing Chica's wing off him and accidently backhanding her with it.
The yellow bird gave a short wail of pain and with it, Robby swore he saw the black eyes flash violet before flicking back to black.
"Well! That wASn't very n-n-n-NicE!" Chica screeched, bearing her fangs, "SoMEone n-N-needs to learn some-please help me!-manners!"
She lunged at him and the boy ducked under her outstretched wing, calling upon years of football training. He continued to run, jumping over one, two, three of the Stooges…and his blood ran cold.
If they were here…than that meant…
"H-HeY kid…" Freddy glitched out as he grabbed Robby's shirt, "Where do you think you-you don't understand!-you're GOInnnng?"
"Away from here!" the boy yelled, twisting and flailing until his shirt ripped, leaving shreds of white cloth in Freddy's claws.
Robby continued to run…only to smack into something hard and fall to the ground. He rubbed his head, looking up…only to freeze.
"Wha-WhA have we he-HeRE?" Foxy growled.
"Uncle Robby…" little Robby whispered, "Please…wake up…"
The fox cocked his head in confusion.
"I n-nO-not my fault!-not be knOWing this R-RO-Robby! RUN!-Robby…" Foxy glitched, "Bu-BUT ye-yE arrrre breakiN' tha rules…"
"I hit him last time and it worked…maybe this time…" little Robby thought, rearing back his fist, "Sorry, Uncle Robby…but it's for your own good,"
He let fly and socked the fox in his bad eye.
"SCREEEEEEEE!"
The fox dropped the boy, clutching his eye before glaring up at him.
"AYe…ye'll be walKIN' thA pl-pla-plANk fer tha…" Foxy snarled, "I'll be seNDIn' ye do-do-DOwn t-t-t-t' Davy Jones lock-k-k-ker!"
He slashed his hook at Robby as the boy started to run past him. The boy shrieked in pain as the hook caught his side, a splotch of crimson blooming across the white shirt.
"Get back to the room," Robby thought as he limped down the hall, "Get back to the room…"
He made it to the door and shone the flashlight down the hall, making Foxy shriek as he shielded his eyes.
Robby collapsed at the foot of the bed, everything darkening as a golden shape walked through the door. The boy shook as he look up at the dead gaze in his mother's face.
"Ma…ma…" he rasped as she took hold of his shirt…
Right as his alarm went off.
He was dropped to the floor and he could barely hear his mother's confused mutterings…only to hear her shriek in panic as she cradled him against her golden form.
"Robby!" she cried, "Stay with me…Oh God, that's so much blood..."
Robby's eyes started fluttering shut and he felt himself being shook.
"Robby?! ROBBY!" he heard his mother shriek, "ROBBY!"
And everything went blissfully dark.
Well...that went well. *smirks* does he live or does he die? Well, you're going to have to find out next time! *runs away, cackling evilly*
I hope you guys liked it, if you did send in the reviews! (Along with ideas because I will need them eventually!) :)
Qui vállë tóquetë, ván tecë (If no review comes from y'all; no story comes from me)
Máriessë ar mára tecië
Farewell and fair writing
Elhini Prime signing off.