Hello Sweeties! Welcome back to my FNAFtion and Chapter 11! One more and I hit a dozen chapters lol. I still haven't seen anyone but Spring Bella post a review... So I still have no idea if people are enjoying my story or just reading it. I can say that as I type this up, unfortunately yet again on a Tuesday before I'm supposed to be uploading it, I have reached 515 views on it. So I guess that's something. I'll let you see what Kit, Vincent and Flynn get up to in this chapter. Enjoy please!


After Vincent said that four were still missing I let go of Flynn's hand. The sadness in his voice made me walk over to his side and place my hand lightly on his shoulder. "Why does that bother you?" I heard Flynn ask, slightly surprised that I only heard curiosity in his voice.

Vincent turned his head so he could look at Flynn. There was something in his eyes, some emotion that I couldn't quite figure out. The closest thing I could think of was sorrow, but I knew that wasn't quite right, it was only a fraction . "Because you all were mine. None of you were opportunity snatchings. I was a guard. That meant I had time to plan things out. With both batches, I chose all of you carefully. Well... all except for the Marionette. He isn't one of my kids, he died by other means." he replied, sort of trailing off at the end.

Since I had heard Vincent's telling of Matthew's story, I already knew it. I could however, see that Flynn had his brows furrowed. "What do you mean he isn't one of yours? What means did he die by?" Flynn asked, the curiosity in his voice now replaced by confusion so think you could probably walk on it.

I decided to keep my mouth shut for now as Vincent let out a sigh next to me. He shifts his weight slightly as his expression changes, closing off as he shakes his head. "If he has not told you, then it is not my place to divulge such information. Though if you ask him and he refuses to tell you, then by all means, return and ask again." he replied in a neutral tone.

Flynn nods slightly, visibly accepting that option. He remains silent for a few moments, then he speaks again, "Before you mentioned Marion, you were explaining to me why it is that it bothers you to know we are not all here."

Vincent nods slightly as he returns to the previous topic, "Right. As I was saying, I chose all of my kids. I knew days before, actually weeks in advance, who I was going to take and when. You were actually the first one I got. Do you remember that day Flynn?" At hearing the question I moved away from the two.

I returned to my workbench to be out of the way, letting the two of them talk as it seemed they had not in a very long time. Flynn thought about it for a moment before moving his left hand in a so-so movement. "I remember being in the pizzeria and there was a Bonnie, but it wasn't the purple one." he says before looking at the suit laying on the table. "I haven't thought about that day since it was happening. During the first year I clung to memories from earlier in my human life. After that first year, I let even them fall away. I was resigned to my new life and even embraced the role I was in." he explained.

Vincent nods at that, understanding the boys reasoning. "You were with a group of students from your class. One of them had a birthday, and you had been invited to go to the party. The others went to see the show in the main area, but you stayed behind in Pirates Cove to finish your food. I had my suit on and you saw me. It was the first time you had seen the Spring Bonnie suit. So you followed me, your curiosity diminished any potential hesitation at following a stranger. I then stole you away to my home. Of course you weren't alone for long as I gave you four friends." Vincent told him, then lightly patted the suit.

Flynn looked at the suit, his expression turned to a curious one. "None of the Toys were able to get into the room the night you died. So none of us actually knew why we never saw you come back out. Come to think of it, no one knew you were dead until the room was being sealed up and one of the Toys overheard the workers. Can I... Can I ask what happened that night?" the boy asked hesitantly.

Vince looked at the suit and let out a sigh. "Well, since you remember that I was inside a mascot when I kidnapped you, I should properly explain how that was possible. Back before the mascots that most people know as the original four, there was the original two. Spring Bonnie and Fredbear. Both unlike any suit you and the other kids knew. Both could be worn by a human, to entertain children in a different way. This gave a bit of diversity to how things were done." he started explaining. "The way this was possible was due to the Spring Locks inside the suit. Those devices, when locked into place, kept the endoskeleton out of the way. This allowed for enough room for a human to put the suit on." he continued, seeing that Flynn was keeping up with his explanation. "There were dangers to this. As certain impacts or a great amount of liquid can cause the Spring Locks to fail. That night that I died, I had been running quite a bit so that none of you kids got your hands on me. So when I got into the safe room, I put the suit on, not realizing all the Spring Locks had rusted on me. My higher than normal perspiration levels that night from all the running, allowed my sweat to hit the Locks. It wasn't long at all before those Locks triggered, releasing all the held back endoskeleton parts." he finished, looking at the suit solemnly.

Flynn shakes his head, a mixture of awe and horror on his face. "Guess that makes what you did to us look quick and painless. None of us knew. We certainly didn't know about the Spring Locks." he said softly, a bit of morbid fascination in his voice. "So your body is actually in the suit. I never paid attention to what I was seeing all these months. I was more focused on unsettling the guards." he continued talking as he fully looked at the suit, peering at it as his fascination increased. Vincent watched him in silence as the boy reached out his hand and placed it on the suit. "You became more trapped than any of us. You can only put our bodies in those suits long ago. You actually ended up fused with your suit." Flynn murmured, absorbed in his examination.

Vincent's lips suddenly split into a wide grin as he watched the boy. "That is correct, and you just reminded me why you were my favourite of your batch. Inquisitive, smart, and the beginnings of a curiosity towards things considered macabre." Vincent told the boy before chuckling with his amusement.

I stopped working on my project to stretch a bit, as my hands were starting to cramp up a bit on me. I stood up for a moment before turning around to straddle the chair, laying my arms over the back of it. I observed them for a bit as they had fallen silent, Flynn examining the suit and Vincent watching him with mirth glinting in his eyes. I thought about asking Flynn if he remembered more about the night he died, but ultimately I ended up nixing the idea. I had other things I was curious about and I wanted to get his perspective on them. I just had to figure out what to ask first, since I did have questions about different things. "Flynn." I spoke softly as I broke the silence. I waited until he looked at me before I spoke again, "Can I ask a couple questions?"

He gave me a slight shrug in return as he took his hand away from the suit, if a bit reluctantly, to give me his full attention. Even Vincent turned to look at me, one of his eyebrows raised. I smiled at the pair of them, my excitement growing a bit as I finally put my thoughts together, for now. "Much earlier I pestered, wait..." I paused there to look directly at Vincent and briefly changed my question, "Does Flynn or any of the other kids know your real name?"

Vincent frowns slightly in thought before he answers me, "Come to think of it, there was only one who might. I honestly can't remember if I said it to anyone after Loretta." He tapped his chin lightly as he thought about it.

I noticed Flynn's eyebrows draw together as his lips purse together. "Vincent, right? Isn't your name Vincent?" the boy asked, to which Vincent nodded. "Just don't ask me how I know." he muttered before going silent.

I shrug slightly, as it seemed rather obvious to me. "Anyways." I said, breaking the silence again. "I pestered Vincent with a bunch of questions. He can probably tell you I'm as curious as a cat. That's beside the point though. I'm curious about your point of view on some things. As until this morning. all my knowledge on the events of the different Fazbear locations is from a neutral third party type of experience. But I much prefer first hand accounts. Especially when there is a lot of gaps in the information back home. I'm starting to ramble, sorry. So, first off, what was it like 'waking up' as an animatronic for the first time?" I spoke, perhaps a bit more than I had originally intended. What could I say, my excitement was bubbling up inside me once more.

Flynn looked off at nothing as he thought about my question. He remained silent for a few minutes and I gave him the time he needed. "Confusing." he said at first, his voice hollow. "I was the first one to wake up, though I wasn't the only one to wake up that night. Somehow we all woke up in the same night, just at different times. I didn't understand what I was doing at the restaurant, since my previous memory was of Vincent killing me. I started walking, but only got a couple steps forward before I nearly fell. That was when I realized that I was inside Foxy. To this day I don't know why." he said before shaking his head slightly at the last part of his initial explanation. "I was glad that it didn't take me long to get accustomed to moving around in Foxy. So I made my way out of Pirate's Cove and into the main area. I thought I was alone until I saw both the Freddy and Bonnie animatronics staring at their hands. Roughly ten minutes later Chica woke up. By then Fred and Bon were sitting against walls staring at nothing as they cried. I was the one to find Goldie in a storage room, he was having issues with his endoskeleton. That first night I sat with Goldie and we just sat there talking until dawn." he told me before falling into silence.

I didn't speak as I stared at the floor, thinking about what he had divulged. I could tell that even Vincent was deep in thought. Of course it wasn't long before my curiosity reared its head once again. As much as I enjoyed the silence, I broke it to ask my second question, "I won't make you go through everything that happened in the past. I've been curious to know what it was like performing for the kids."

Flynn turned his head to look at me, a wistful look in his eyes. "Depends on the location. As I only performed in the one. I enjoyed it, even if I had no control during operating hours. Just seeing the expressions of those kids faces was enough for me." he told me honestly, his eyes lighting up as he spoke of the children.

I nod slowly as I think about it, it did sound from his voice that he enjoyed it. Though I then thought of something that made me frown. "Why did you end up out of order?" I ask him as I tilt my head slightly.

He let's out a sigh at my question, looking at the floor miserably. "Because my endoskeleton got damaged in a way that meant they would have had to do an overhaul. Which they weren't willing to do." he told me bitterly.

I shook my head as sadness creeped into my voice, "That's awful. The company was way too cheap." I then thought of a follow up question to my last one. "How did you manage to get yourself damaged? I didn't think animatronics got damaged easily." I asked him, my disbelief clear in my voice.

Flynn let out a snort at my comment before he countered it, "Normally they don't." He said that before shaking his head and carrying on, "This could really be considered a special case. One night when we had a guard, I think he was on night 4, he got sneaky. As a backup he had gotten the emergency axe. He managed to get a couple good swings in."

I nod slightly before looking at the time and letting a sigh slip out. "Thank you for answering my questions. Though you should probably get back to the others before they decide to come looking for you." I told him lightly. He nodded before getting up and waving his hand as he walked out. I looked at Vincent and smiled lightly. "So that was an unexpected turn for today. But we should get some rest, as tomorrow ought to be just as interesting." I tell him before packing away my project. As I did Vincent climbed back into the suit.

I waited until he had gone into his sleep mode before I climbed atop of the suit again. If the energy I had given him the previous night allowed him to pull his soul out of the suit... I wondered what would happen if I gave him more. So that is what I did, and just like the previous night, I fell asleep on-top of him.


Okay, I'm going to end this chapter here. The next one is going to have a night guard in it. I do feel the need to apologize for the length. I had to get it all out before it drove me crazy lol. I hope you enjoyed it though. Please leave a review to let me know what you think so far... Until next week, stay safe.