"Son of a… Oh my God…" Lyra whimpered, slamming the door to her car. There had been so much traffic, and she had been so exhausted… She had literally fallen asleep at the wheel; she remembered getting a phone call from the pizzeria, but she couldn't recall who it had been or what it had been about.
Until now.
The place was in flames. It looked like someone had literally bombed the place. There was rubble littering the parking lot, as well as some flaming furniture and what she could only assume to one of the heads to the animatronics. What really caught her eye was the fact that there were two cars present, and she knew exactly who each of their owners were.
And neither of them were present in them. Or outside.
Jeremy's still in there…
Lyra bit her lip. It was too dangerous to go in… But she couldn't just let Jeremy burn to death, if… He hadn't already… There were sirens in the distance-
She cussed at herself before slipping her shirt over her mouth and nose. She yanked out her set of keys and rushed up to the front doors. It was the safest place she could get to anyways; the back of the building was where most of the destruction was occurring. She took a deep gulp of fresh air before darting in, making sure to slam the door quickly to avoid a backdraft of flames.
"Jeremy?" Lyra shouted, dropping to a crouch as she maneuvered past the Bathrooms and into the Dining Area. She got no response; or… if she had, then she didn't hear it. She continued inching around looking for any sign of life, living or mechanical.
There's no one on the Show Stage…
She couldn't help but to wonder what exactly had gone on tonight. Her thoughts were interrupted as laughter resounded in the distance, coming from the Showcase area. Lyra was a bit surprised; the heat in here would have surely melted the plastic suits of the Toys…
"Hey, any bots in here?" she called inside. Her eyes lit with shock, as she found only one inside. "Frederick! What happened? Where's Jeremy?"
The bear stared at her, laughing as tears rolled down his red cheeks. He had removed most of his suit, only leaving the torso and his head on. She would have questioned why, but she quickly noticed the guy looked like he had literally bathed in a tub of Pennzoil.
"H-he's in th-the Party Room," Frederick finally replied, putting his face into his metal hands.
Lyra took a few steps up to him; she had never seen him like this before. He had cried before, she had seen this, but… He was different… She coughed heavily before turning to head out of the room.
"It's locked; you won't b-be able to get hi-him out," Frederick added; turning back to him, she saw that his hands had left prints in his face.
"I have keys-"
"They won't work," Frederick cut off. He took a few steps into a corner, shuffling slightly with unease. "Th-there's an axe you could use…"
"Do I look like I can lift an axe?" Lyra objected with dismay; she jumped at the sound of a cross beam falling and collapsing a table in the Dining Area.
Frederick stared at her a moment before looking down.
"D-don't look at me, alright? I… I'll help… But I can't go out with m-my suit o-o-on, for multiple reasons," Frederick sighed.
"You're a robot! How can you be modest?" Lyra snickered; she knew it wasn't good to be wasting time talking like this, but she couldn't help herself. She liked the guy; he was a uncouth, but she liked his character.
Rolling her eyes, Lyra turned away to let him take the rest of his suit off and began to make her way back into the Dining Area. She had never been in it, but she knew where the Party Room was from checking the cameras. It was attached to Pirate's Cove (which was apparently supposed to have been converted into a corridor, but because the renovations had been delayed, it hadn't happened), and across from it was a room with no name; there was no time to do exploring to figure out what the room was meant for, and even if there was, there was no room left to explore anyways. It had literally burned to the point you could see the sunrise through cracks in the smoke.
"Is that it?" Lyra coughed loudly, nearly gagging at the intensity of the smoke. It had gotten so bad she had forced herself to take her shirt of and just tied it around her face; all sweat accumulating on the fabric had made it almost a literal furnace to wear. At least she had a sports bra on.
The endoskeleton of Frederick nodded, pointing to where there was a door. It almost wasn't visible as it was so charred from the licking of the frantic flames outside it. There was no possible way Lyra would be able to get to it without getting severely burned or lit on fire herself. The animatronic acknowledge this by staring bleakly at the ground.
"Y-you'll t-take good care of hi-hi-him for me, won't you?" crackled Frederick's somber voice. His eyes (well… the one that was working anyways) were a piercing blue as he stared at her. There was so much emotion in them… She could have sworn they were that of a human's if she didn't know any better. She understood now why Jeremy was so close to these things; they were so lifelike…
"I- yes. I will," Lyra answered. She felt tears in her eyes, but she couldn't tell if it was from the smoke or because she was getting emotional.
"And… Promise you'll tell him what a pansy he is, alright? Everyday, just for me, so he doesn't forget…" Frederick snickered before grabbing the axe off of the ground. "And make sure he holds up to his end of the deal, too… He's too handsome not to have any kids."
"Wait a minute, why are you saying all of this like it's a good-bye?" Lyra asked with a cough. She would have blushed at the last statement had it not been such an intense moment in time.
"Our wires have a… Nice rubber coating… Rubber melts, if you didn't already know…" Frederick explained, sniffling as he whacked at the door. It creaked loudly at the impact. "And with all this heat… Heh… I'd say I have about five or so minutes until my mainframe fries… That or my battery gives…"
"Frederick-" Lyra started, only to cover her face as wood shrapnel flew out. The animatronic had busted through the door, sending fumes and such spiraling out. Despite his metal frame being nearly red-hot, he grabbed her waist and tossed her into the room. She fell over, letting out a scream of pain as her skin burned into the form of his hands. Biting her lip, she trembled in an attempt to fight back the intense pain.
"Hurry up and find him! I d-don't have long, remember?" Frederick called from the other side.
Lyra whimpered, crawling slowly as she scanned the area for Jeremy. She winced at the sight of the bubbling pool of yellow and blue plastic in the corner; it had obviously once been the suits of Bonbon and Chi.
Poor guy… I never got to thank him for his help…
In another corner was an endoskeleton with a red and blue dripping from it; Lyra took a wild guess and assumed it was BB. The only thing she could find that wasn't melted was a heavily disrepaired Vixen; Lyra recalled that she was the only one out of the Toys to not be made out of plastic, but out of metal and fur like the Originals. Kids liked soft stuff.
"Vixen, where's Jeremy?" Lyra shouted; she couldn't get her attention. Getting closer, Lyra sighed as she saw the sparks. It was already too late for her.
Where is he?
Lyra did a quick scan around the room. A smile burst out onto her face.
"Jeremy!" she shouted, scuffling over to where the security guard sat cowering in a corner. She put a hand on his shoulder, tugging him slightly. He was crying. She guessed it was from watching his… er… friends… literally kind of burn to death right in front of him. "Come on! We have to get out of here!"
"I-I can't…" Jeremy sobbed. "Just go… I… I could have stopped this all from happening… If… If I had been quicker… If I hadn't been so oblivious… I deserve to die… It's all my fault, those poor kids…"
Ah. So Jeremy had found out about Vincent.
"Jeremy, come on! Frederick's getting impatient-"
"Frederick's s-still…" Jeremy whispered, quickly darting up from the corner. A glimmer of hope replaced the desolate look in his eyes; it was sloppy, probably because of all of his crying, but he was smiling. "Thank goodness…"
Lyra opened her mouth to tell him about how the animatronic was about to end up like the rest of his pose, but opted not too. No need to get his spirits down.
"Let's go!" she coughed, grabbing Jeremy's wrist as she dragged him over to the doorway. "Frederick! I got him!"
"C-c-c-close you-your e-eye-eyes," crackled the badly distorted voice.
Jeremy chuckled lightly, sniffling as he did so.
"They're closed," he answered.
Frederick's metal form quickly lumbered into the room, grabbing and lazily tossing Jeremy into the other room. Unlike Lyra, he didn't sustain burns because he still had his uniform on.
Risk suffocation from smoke inhalation or go through burning like the dickens again?
Lyra took her shirt off and put it back on. She prepared herself to be grabbed by the animatronic.
And waited.
And waited still.
She heard him laughing again.
Lyra looked at him. He was twitching and sparking…
Oh no…
"Quick! Frederick, please!" Lyra pleaded, glancing at the flames at the door. There was no way she could get out on her own.
The animatronic stared at her, struggling to comprehend what she had said to him. He stared at his hands before teetering back up to his feet. He tried to speak, but nothing but garbled noise came out.
"Thank you," Lyra stammered before she was grabbed and flung to the other side, slamming into Jeremy.
Jeremy tumbled over, coughing loudly as he helped Lyra off of the ground. It was obvious he was on the verge of passing out, but he seemed motivated enough to make it out of the building before that.
"Come on," Lyra mumbled; her muscles were on fire and her throat was hoarse. She couldn't take the heat for much longer. Her scorched sides were killing her…
"We've got to wait for him," Jeremy objected, panting slightly as he hunched over.
"Jeremy, he made me promise to take care of you. We have to get out of here right now," Lyra explained, tugging weakly at his arm.
"I… I've got to wait for him… I can't leave him behind," Jeremy whimpered, trying to pull away from her.
"Jeremy, we have to get out of here right now," Lyra pleaded, choking slightly; there was so much smoke, it was near impossible to breathe.
"Just give him a second!" Jeremy barked, tears spilled down his face. "Please!"
"We don't have a second!" Lyra cried, smacking Jeremy across the face. She matched his tears, sniffling slightly. "Jeremy, please… Trust me… Just come with me…"
Lyra shakily pulled out her badge and showed it to him.
"M-my name is Lyra… I've been working undercover to get me degree… Dana told me to come here because she thought I could help. Please don't let me disappoint her or make me break Frederick's promise… Please, Jeremy… Just come with me…" she begged.
Jeremy stared at her.
He looked down, sniffling as he wiped tears from his eyes.
And he took her hand.
Author's Note: FINALLY NOW I CAN WRITE ABOUT FAZBEAR'S FRIGHT I BET YOU'RE ALL EXCITED FOR THAT AM I RIGHT CAN I GET A HEYO UP IN HERE
Also, let's take a moment to hope (and pray if you're into that jazz) that FNAF 4 and FNAF The Movie both turn out great thank
ALSO ALSO
In Memoriam
~Mike (has died like 5 times now wtf)
~Mike's nameless mother (has died like 2 times now wtf)
~Fleur (has died like 2 times now wtf)
~Jen (has died like 2 times now wtf)
~Nathan and Ethan (twins lul; has died like 2 times now wtf)
~All the Original animatronics
~All the Toy/Poser animatronics (except 1 :3c tee hee )
~Phone Guy
~Dana's sanity-
~Fred Bear
~And of course, Vincent
Wherever you are Vincent, you toast consuming grape jelly spreading plum purchasing prune
I hope it's hot
Like Fred Bear
B )
~Admin LP
