Hey there, sorry for the chapter not being here sooner, but look on the bright side, at least it is here!
So, I'll stop talking and let you guys read so….go on I guess.
Chapter 36- A secret meeting
He wasn't entirely sure where he was, but it looked vaguely prison-like given its solid grey walls.
Foxy was certain he had collapsed from some horrible dream where he almost got grounded and he had a secret admirer (EW!).
He figured he was awake, after all, it had to be a nightmare for him to have a girl like him.
Then he started thinking, if that was a dream then...where was he?
He wasn't sure about that one either. Did he get grounded? Did the universe find out that he had secretly stole candy from the guy who booed at Maggie? (Hey, if that was going to get humiliated, minus well take his candy while he was at it…) or was it because he had smashed a picture a while ago that was important to daddy?
But most importantly, was this the place all bad children got sent to?
He didn't know where he was, but something about this place sent chills down his spine. It didn't feel...safe. In fact, something about the dark grey walls made it feel like something out of a horror or prison movie, given that he thought the silence was so thick, that it would have trouble being cut with a knife.
If this was the place where bad children went when they got caught, he made a silent promise to himself to be good for the rest of his life it meant avoiding this place.
He looked around, the only walls were on his left, his right, and a door behind him labeled Malfunctioning Animatronics room and in front of him, was a long hallway that seemed to stretch out into the darkness all the way to a single lampshade at the end of the hallway with a chair in the middle of the room that had a hallway to the left wall and to the right. It looked like something out of an interrogation movie, and he was never really fond of interrogation movies.
He didn't like this feeling, it felt unnatural. It created a feeling in his gut like there were worms or something that didn't have arms or legs that was trying to crawl away from that lamp.
Yet at the same time…..it was mysterious and just asking for somebody to explore it. And judging from the surprisingly clean floors, he was probably the first one to ever step foot in here.
So, doing what any kid would do, he explored. He moved on towards it and felt the light of where he first landed and felt a darkness begin to hug him and eventually almost caused him to be disoriented had he not turned his LED's on, causing him to regain his orientation.
As he looked around, he saw strange things on the hallway walls. Posters and depicting a tall yellow bear that looked an awful lot like Goldie. Which was strange, I mean, how many yellow bears could exist in this world?
Probably more than I know… He told himself as he got closer to the light. And as he did, he saw in yellow LED light that there were crack marks. Huge spiderweb-like cracks were on the walls that went all the way from the floor to the ceiling which he guessed was about ten feet tall.
Okay...so maybe an earthquake happened, no biggie… he thought as he went down the hall only with the shiver down his spine being a bit more prominent now than what he was used to. After a few more steps he saw that the pictures themselves had now changed. One of them was of a child being surrounded by four other kids with masks of a fox, a bunny, a bear, and a chicken.
He wasn't sure what he was looking at, but the kid looked pretty sad seeing a teardrop come out of it's face. But the masks...they looked so….familiar. Like he had seen them a long time ago.
He then found himself staring at the mask of the fox for quite some time still trying to figure out what it was. And for some odd reason, he thought it looked an awful lot like his face.
Maybe Goldie knows something.. He thought after all, the yellow bear was pretty smart since he was figuring out how a toaster worked. Which Foxy couldn't even ponder the wonders that happened in the toasting of bread.
He then took the picture down from the wall and folded up into his pocket. But when he removed the poster, he and found something to his horror that on the wall behind the poster.
There were scratch marks on the walls.
He rubbed his eyes, and sure enough, the marks were still there. He stared at the scratch marks in disbelief. If he wasn't scared with the cracks and the pictures on the walls, he defiantly felt something now.
He looked at the scratch marks and put his hand on the marks to compare it and noticed that the thing that gave these scratch marks not only had an extra finger on the ends of it hand/paw, but the width of the hand that caused the scratch was huge. He guessed from the pinkie to the thumb it was a good foot and a half, which was clearly large enough to probably slice him into ribbons.
He put his finger in the mark to see how deep it was, and saw that it was was as deep as the first joint in his index finger.
He then made a gulp of fear.
He figured that whatever made these marks was probably something big. Something that wanted to harm him.
He began looking around, just in case it had snuck up behind him and was ready to jump him, until he heard something.
BOOOM!
The sound caused him to jump a few inches off the ground, and a few seconds later, he calmed himself by saying "It's just thunder, it's just thunder…"
BOOM! BOOM!
He kept telling himself this, until he heard another few sets of BOOOMS! only to realize that it was too rhythmic for it to be thunder.
It came to his realization that it could be footsteps.
Footsteps that belonged to whatever caused the cracks and scratch marks in the walls.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
He crouched down to the ground with his belly and turned off his LEDs. His fur standing ends on with fear of what he knew this thing had,and what he did not yet know what he did not know this thing would do to little children that it caught in it's laier.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Judging from the sound, he guessed that they were about thirty feet away for something.
He was terrified and then started thinking of random questions in his mind, all of which asked what exactly the monster looked like: could this thing smell him? Did it have night vision? what about the lethal yet extremely funny lazer vision? how many eyes did it have? How many arms? Legs?
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Suddenly, near the light, He saw the figure of a large, shadowy thing moving out of the right corner of the room.
He wanted to run to the door and tell whoever let him down here that he would be good for the rest of his life, yet, a part of him wanted to see what exactly was this thing. What is a new species? Did it just look terrifying and wanted to be friendly?
He saw it approaching, and then realized that he had been asking the wrong questions. He had been asking "If's" and "How many" when he really should have asking: "Why was it heading to the room?"
If he had done that, he would have seen a man standing on the corner with a white hoodie on.
His gaze then got on the man in the white hoodie and black pants. Who was he? what was under his hood?
He asked those questions and almost wondered if he had been asking the wrong ones until he saw the source of the claw marks and the booms.
There was a tall bear there, which he guessed about three times his current height. But instead of being scared, he was a bit weirded out. Simply because it looked like Goldie, with the exception of it's purple top hat and it's purple bowtie. Along with those conditions, he saw that the bear was missing a few things. Such as: it's left forearm, fingers on its right hand except for it's thumb. A left foot. A part of it's shin that revealed a metal stick instead of a yellow shin. And appeared to be missing a good fourth of it's many huge teeth.
He also noticed noticed that it was missing one of its right eye. Which was good considering that his other eye was a sharp sharp, sulfurous yellow color. He seriously wondered if this thing was goldie given that it's missing eye was a black and white pinprick. Which was oddly enough, the exact same as Goldie's.
He wasn't sure what caused these similarities, but he figured Goldie would know.
"Yeesh" The man in the white hoodie said "What happened to you?"
"Billy got away." The bear said said in a voice that was more of a hiss or nails on chalkboard than anything else.
"Who?"
"I'll explain later," He answered.
Foxy was originally uninterested, but after hearing Billy's name, he was now wondering if these men knew something that he didn't.
"Okay then," the man said "Did you do your job?"
"Yes," The bear answered.
"Then the kids are dead, correct?"
"Ye-no."
And with that note, the a silence fell over them like something had just snapped
"What do you mean no?!" The man shouted. "I thought you said Nightmares couldn't fail!"
"I didn't fail" he said looking at stump of a forearm "I can still get them, I have a plan, it's just I don't have much time-"
"Well, neither do I!" The man yelled as he then started pacing "In case you didn't notice have an important job to do and the last thing right now is a rat or worse, another Jane.."
"Look Jeff," The bear said "I have it under control,"
"No you don't!" The man, which Foxy guessed was Jeff, retaliated "Judging from what you said, It's anything but in control!"
"Jeff," Bill said as he limped over with another BOOM! of his footstep. "Let me explain to you what I have planned…"
"Planned? Now you listen here you sorry son of a-"
He then saw the bear hunch over to the Jeff's height and say something too quiet and too deep for him to hear.
Foxy strained to try to hear what they were saying, but he could only pick out "The murderer," and "He won't have the guts," out without revealing himself to the monster.
The bear then lifted his head from Jeff. The hooded man was quiet for a few minutes and scratching his chin which Foxy could not see under the hood.
"Interesting…" he said "So you're saying Vincent won't have the guts to kill anybody?"
Vincent? Foxy asked himself mentally. There was something odd about that name. It just seemed so….familiar. like he had heard that name before. But it wasn't the name of pleasant thoughts, it seemed to fill him up with rage. Like this man had ruthlessly plundered an innocent town that really didn't have anything worth plundering.
"Vincent Richardson?" The bear asked
"You know, the purple guy with the kids," Jeff added
"Oh yeah," The bear said "That guy, you know, I never thought he would protect his kids with a machine gun of all weapons,"
"A machine gun?"
"Yeah, an actual machine gun, I don't think he'll have the guts to kill again. Not after he became friends with the kids."
Wait, this man KILLED? Foxy thought, causing his mind to enter a mental freeze as he now saw that this man, this Vincent, was probably a man of terrible proportions. A man who probably had stolen people's lives. A man who probably could not feel love or fun, and could care less if he had killed another person just to save his skin.
But what was strange was how familiar it sounded. Just like the pictures, he felt like he had seen it before, like it was something out of a dream, only, he couldn't pinpoint any features with the exception that he had a machine gun.
Wait, He thought Didn't daddy say something about having a machine gun?
"Are you sure?" Jeff asked
"Oh yeah."
Then, the hooded man scratched his chin.
"Now you got me thinking…" He said "I would like to see what you have planned with this,"
He then saw the bear whisper something else to the man, but once again, Foxy couldn't hear what they were talking about. And once again, he saw the bear lift his head up to full height once he was done talking.
"I must admit," Jeff said, "You are full of suprises."
"Thank you," he said with his missing-toothed smile "I take pride in it."
"So the plan is to-"
"Don't say it!" The bear yelled cutting off Jeff.
Although the hood shielded the man's face, he could tell that the man was confused on why his ally had just cut him off.
"Why?" he asked "Is it not right."
"No," The bear said as he lifted his snout into the air. "Something smells….different."
Uh-Oh… He thought, hoping that he didn't let one rip on accident and reveal his place.
"Different?" Jeff asked.
"Yes," the monster said as it turned to face Foxy, "Something smells like..fear."
Oh Barnacles….
"In fact," the monster said as it's on yellow eye looked at him, "I think that we're not the the only people in this room.
At this point, he started panicking, simply because this thing knew where he was probably not in the happiest of moods given that he had been eavesdropping them.
"Now that I think about it," Jeff said as he then pulled out a knife that was large enough that Foxy could have mistaken it for a small sword "An intruder would be a terrible thing…."
"Looks like there's only thing left to do to our little friend…." The monster continued with it's teeth beginning to grate against each other as he looked at Foxy with his eye and his socketless one.
Then, there was only one thought that went in his mind.
Run.
He got up from the ground and made a run back to where he had come from, hearing the rhythmic Booms! of the monster.
When he got to the door, he tried to open it, but the knob didn't seem to work.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Open up! He thought as the footsteps got closer, and ever so louder.
After a few precious seconds of wiggling the doorknob, he found that it wouldn't open.
He looked back, and saw that the bear had limped all the way until about ten feet, and appeared to be opening semi-toothless his mouth up and down like it was chomping imaginary gum, which was flavorless, and textureless.
"Hey kid," The monster said as it got closer "Aren't you one of Vincent's kids?"
"What?" he asked. Why on earth would this thing call him a child of that bad man which he only heard about.
"Yeah." The monster said as it got closer, with it's shadow looming over the small kid. "I remember. You're on of the children."
"No I'm not!" Foxy said "I don't know this Vincent person!"
"If you don't," The monster said, "Then why do you reek fear."
Mental note: Find something that erased the smell of fear. He noted to find some Febreeze that could mask the smell of fear if he ever got out of this situation.
"You're in doubt eh?" The monster said, getting closer, with it's single, reptilian eye glaring through Foxy.
"N-n-no." He stuttered.
But for some reason, the bear chuckled a deep and earth rumbling laugh..
"Hey, kid," the bear said with it's head was right in front of Foxy's face. Which was at least half of the kit's height.
Suddenly, Foxy felt something. Something evil. Like this thing was actually radiating out waves of fear instead of heat. He also smelled the faint smell of some sort of roadkill or a dead whale or a poisoned ocean.
No! told himself, Be brave!
So he did, and looked at the monster directly in it's eye with his bravest look.
"Kid," The monster said with it's yellow eye looking at his eye, "You may be cute, but let's get this through your head."
He then saw the monster puff up his chest as well, but to his horror, he saw what he originally mistaken for a cut on it's stomach to open up, to reveal a second, larger mouth filled with even more teeth.
"I think it's time you go to sleep.."
"Hey, that's my thing!" Jeff yelled
"Shut up will ya? this doesn't change anything, either way...Goodnight..."
Before Foxy could even scream, the stomach lurched at him and chomped down. But when Foxy felt like he was awake, he was in zone of darkness where he could not see, hear, or smell no matter how hard he tried.
End of Chapter.
Wow...not exactly the end in mind I had for that chapter, but I think it will do.
Sorry for not updating sooner, but school has been a an idiot and cutting into reading time more and more. But don't worry, I'll try to update as often as I can.
So that's all for today and I hope to see you next time, bye!