Thoughts flowed into Lilly's mind. That was the best way to describe it. There was no singular train of thought running through her conscience. Rather, simple thoughts and observations filled her mind, none of which she found worthwhile pondering. She had only "awoken" this way once, on the night that they'd killed that group of teenagers, yet the sensation seemed familiar to her already. She simply sat in place for a moment, unwilling to move, or do anything for that matter. It was unlikely that her actions would change anything, anyway. After killing a whole group of people they'd deemed guilty, she and her friends were still trapped here.
She would gladly have stayed in that position forever, if it weren't for the fact that Christopher had also now woken up. He sat up and stared into the darkness on the other side of the room for a moment, unaware that she was watching. He grunted and slowly rose to his feet with some difficulty, and turned to go through the door. It was at that point that he noticed Lilly's sunken eyes staring up at him from their sockets.
"Hey." He stared down at her with questioning eyes. "Are you awake?"
"Yes."
Christopher nodded, looking to the door of the Parts & Service room now. "Something happened last night," he said, with a hint of uncertainty in his voice.
Lilly simply looked up at him blankly, still sitting. "Yes, we killed those people who came in. Don't you remember?"
Christopher shook his head contendingly. "No, no, that was the night before last night. Last night, Sammy woke me up, He said that our killer was here, and that he killed more kids. Everything's kind of fuzzy after that, but I remember that I saw Michael, and then I got surprised by something else and I...don't remember anything else."
"Our killer?" Lilly asked, suddenly snapping from her dreary composition. She pushed her back up against the wall and used it to push herself to her feet. "He's here? Did you see him?"
"No, I already told you, I don't remember much else. I didn't see him."
Lilly huffed. "We still don't even know what he looks like. How are we supposed to find him?"
"If he came here last night, then he's probably going to come back again soon," Christopher assured passingly as he opened the door and stepped into the hallway. "Anyway, aren't you worried that Michael is missing? And Jack?"
"What?"
Lilly could find neither Jack nor Michael in the room, and the empty spaces where'd they'd sat before proved their absence. "But...Michael can't even move! How could he be missing? Do you think Jack took him somewhere?"
"I don't know. Like I said, I saw Michael last night. He must be out here somewhere. Jack probably is too."
Lilly followed Christopher with a twinge of curiosity among the sea of bleakness that consumed her. The hallway stretched forward before her, and with a heavy sigh, she began walking through it, to the other end: the Dining Area, where she'd killed that boy.
A illumination from somewhere past the doorway of the Dining Area caught her, and Christopher, off guard. They'd forgotten that they might be sharing the building with a living human.
"What should we do?" Lilly asked in a somewhat nonchalant voice. She'd already come up with an answer, but she needed concurrence from Christopher before she acted on it.
Christopher looked at her, knowing full well that the two would have come to the same conclusion. "We've already killed other people. If whoever's in there tries to get in our way, then we'll just do the same to him."
Nodding, Lilly lagged slightly behind as Christopher made his presence known by boldly stomping the ground with each step he took towards the doorway. The light flickered off in the Dining Area, making Christopher pause shortly between footsteps, and when he was back in motion, his feet did not land quite as heavily.
The pair peered into the darkness of the Dining Area, and were surprised to find it quite alive, but not with life. Whirring and voices speaking to each other filled their ears, and the glow of lights from eyes of animatronics could be seen.
"Hello?" Christopher called out. It was more of a method to catch the others' attention than a question or a greeting. "Who are you all?" He walked closer to the middle of the room, and Lilly followed. She could feel eyes all around on her and Christopher. She could make out some of them now; they were the new animatronics, the shiny, refurbished ones they'd seen standing on stage, as well as two she hadn't seen before.
"Who're you?" A round boy-like robot holding a balloon demanded from a few feet away. He stepped closer to see them, and did a double take as he did. "Woah."
"Josh? Who is that?" The new Chica appeared beside them, also flinching slightly as Christopher and Lilly came into view.
"Hey, wait," Christopher bowed his head slightly and stared the childish animatronic down, "How are you able to talk? Who are you?"
"I asked you first," he said back, in a daring tone. "Why do you want to know who I am, huh? Who are you?"
Christopher's head receded with coldness and his eyelids narrowed. "I'm Chris. This is Lilly. Now, tell me who *you* are."
"Why?" The child crossed his arms. "I still don't know who you are."
Christopher growled. "I just told you, I-"
"What's going on?" A brown bear with rosy cheeks stepped into the inevitable argument that was sure to arise if the two were let to continue their discussion. He raised an eyelid with a glance to the withered down bear and chicken animatronics. "Who are you?" He asked in a boorish voice that did not reflect his appearance.
"That's what I was asking them," the round boy interjected.
Lilly sighed, cutting Christopher off before he could angrily reply to him. "My name is Lilly, and this is Chris. We're not really Freddy and Chica, we just look like them because we were killed." Upon explaining themselves to the three strangers around them, now with a puzzled looking wiry mess of a fox joining the crowd of shiny animatronics, and asking "What's going on?" (to which she was ignored), Lilly recalled Christopher telling her that their killer had supposedly killed more people. "Are you...the same?"
"Yeah," the new Chica said, "I'm Georgia. We're kids, too, but I think we were killed as well."
"I'm Sarah!" The contorted fox chirped despite the grim words Georgia had just spoken.
"Wait," the new Freddy interrupted, shaking his head in a disgruntled fashion, "How many times has this shit happened? Do you know that kid, Sammy?"
"Oh, you've met Sammy," Christopher said, "Do you know where he is now? We need to talk to him."
"No," he replied flatly with an air of potential enmity, "I don't."
"If you don't mind me asking," Sarah piped up, "Why do you look so old and creepy?"
"You're, like, the old Freddy and Chica, right?" Georgia folded her arms as she awaited a response.
Lilly nodded. "We were killed when the old pizzeria was opened. Then they probably made new characters to replace us. We just woke up like this a few days ago. Um, by the way," she shuffled slightly and turned her gaze down slightly, appearing sheepish, "Do you know what year it is? How long have you all been here?"
"Jesus Christ," the new Freddy muttered, rolling his eyes and throwing his head back.
"Shut up, Jonothan," Georgia snapped at the bear, who did not change his stance, "Anyway, it's 1987. How long have you guys been here?"
"We were only killed yesterday," Sarah said quietly.
"How do you not know the year?" The short animatronic butted in.
"Because we've been dead and they don't have calendars for dead people," Christopher snapped defensively, bearing his teeth. His intimidating stance had no effect, as the boyish animatronic simply stared him right back in the eye.
"We were killed in 1983," Lilly told Georgia and Sarah, nudging Christopher roughly enough to pull him out of his fray with the child, "And I don't think we were used that long after we were killed, so we've just been kind of knocked out since then."
"Wow," Sarah said with raised eyelids. She didn't further the conversation, nor did Georgia, put off by the answer.
Fortunately for Lilly, before the atmosphere began to grow tense again, the thunder of metal rapidly hitting off the surface of the shiny floor became audible, and Samantha bolted into the room, obliviously reigniting the tumult that had begun to deteriorate.
"Hello? Where is everybody?" She did a quick search around the room before the spotting Lilly and Christopher, and began towards them before noticing the other four around them.
"How many of you are there?!" Jonothan burst out, targeting his frustration at the two dilapidated animatronics. "Just how many kids have been killed and turned into fucking robots in this place?!"
"Lilly, Chris, who are these guys?" Samantha joined her friends side, eyeing the group of shiny robots, particularly Jonothan.
Lilly sighed again. "This is Sam, she's our other friend. Sam, these are kids like us. They were killed as well."
Samantha's eyes flicked between the new faces bemusedly, as if suspecting that she was the victim of a prank. "More kids? When did this happen?"
"Fuck this," Jonothan shook his head exasperatedly, "I'm looking for a way out of this shithole." With that, he trudged off into the Main Hall before any of the others could stop him, not that any of them would have if they could.