One Step At A Time (A Fnaf Fanfiction)
Author's Notes:
So I'm a liar. I know I said I'd update soon but things didn't go to plan, meaning that I completely forgot to update amongst refusing to go to school, Piano lessons and all that jazz.
Anyway, here it is, Chapter 16 and quite possibly my least favourite chapter. I know it's Christmas time and I'm supposed to be holly and jolly, but I really don't like Christmas. Please don't hate on me for saying that, but I have never had a good Christmas. Ever.
I don't think Santa likes me very much. Either that, or Rudolph is offended that I don't like the colour red :-(
I do not own FNAF!
Chapter 16: Guilt
Timothy walked down the empty streets of an unnamed city. On one hand, it was a good thing that no one was around to bear witness to the nine year old covered head to toe in mud, though on the other hand, directions to the nearest shower would've been appreciated. Another plus of there being no people on the streets, was the fact that Timothy wouldn't look insane talking to the boy in his head.
"Have you seen any street signs yet Billie?" Timothy asked.
'If I had seen the sign, you would've seen it too' Billie smartly replied.
Timothy rolled his eyes "Why do you sound so grumpy?" he questioned, scratching at his head, cringing when even more dirt got stuck under his fingernails. Yuck.
'I don't have a body and the one I'm sharing stinks! I have the right to sound grumpy!' Billie complained, clenching his hands, meaning he clenched Timothy's hands.
"Stop doing that!" Timothy yelled at him, regaining control over his own body. 'This is my body too!' Billie argued.
"Well it was my body first!" Timothy countered.
Both boys knew that they were being petty, but they were tired, dirty and- Timothy's stomach growled. They were super hungry.
'Where are we going to get food from? We don't have any money!' BB exclaimed, feeling more than a little nauseous.
"I don't know. Maybe we could find someone who wouldn't mind giving us something to eat" Timothy suggested.
'I guess. But it'll take ages to find anyone and it's already starting to get dark' Billie thought back. He was right. Timothy had been walking for more than forty minutes and they hadn't seen a single soul, unless you counted the black cat that they saw dashing down the street.
"We'll need to find somewhere to sleep soon, we won't be able to see a thing out here" Timothy decided, stopping to kick a loose stone out of his shoe.
"Do you remember anything yet, about who you used to be?" Timothy asked after a long moment of silence.
'Not really. Everything's all fuzzy!' Billie answered, irritably.
Timothy sighed, wanting to comfort his new friend but not knowing how.
'What about you? What was your past like?' Billie asked after a while.
Timothy went quiet. His mind felt as if it were locked up, barriers closing around his thoughts, though some memories managed to slip out, confusing memories...frightening memories.
Dark, booming laughter. It couldn't have belonged to a human. The scraping of metal against a wall, forcing him to grit his teeth together. Jagged teeth, closing around his head…
A fox, a chicken, a rabbit and a bear. They were all surrounding him as he cried. Why was he crying.
"Wow, your brother is kind of a baby isn't he?" Brother? He had a brother. Why were they being so mean to him?
"It's hilarious" said the guy with the mask of a fox. Was that his brother?
"Why don't we help him get a closer look! He will love it!" A closer look at what?
That's when Timothy noticed to balloons, paintings, confetti and the banner on the wall.
'Happy Birthday Timothy.'
It was his birthday?! Then why was he crying? Why were his brother and his friends mocking him on a day that was supposed to be happy?
"No! Please!" That was him! He sounded desperate, hysterical almost.
"Come on guys, let's give this little man a lift. He wants to get up close and personal!"
By the way his older brother spoke, Timothy knew that whatever they had in store for him wasn't going to be something he enjoyed, not at all.
There were arms around him now, lifting him up into the air.
He kicked his feet out, trying to get them to release him. He obviously didn't want to go where they were taking him.
"No! I don't want to go!" He cried, tears coursing down his cheeks as his pleas were ignored.
Maybe his crying would get his brother and his friends to put him down. They couldn't be that cruel could they?
"You heard the little man! He wants to get even closer! Ha ha ha!" WHAT THE HELL!?
Did his older brother really hate him so much that seeing him upset brought him joy!?
What was his life?
They carried him up to a stage where- JESUS H. CHRIST!
Two giant robots stood singing on the stage. One was a golden bear with a purple top hat and bow tie and the other was a golden rabbit.
No wonder he was crying, those things looked absolutely terrifying!
"Hey guys, I think the little man said he wants to give Fredbear a big kiss!"
NO HE MOST CERTAINLY DID NOT!
His struggle became more frantic, tears blurred his vision as his breathing sped up.
If kissing that thing - Fredbear, as his brother had called it, meant getting closer to its mouth, he would pass on that thank you very much.
Of course, his brother didn't seem to care about what he wanted to do and what his didn't want to do.
"On THREE! One… two…"
They were getting ready to lift him now. He was shaking, his bottom lip trembling in an attempt to stop his sobs.
They were lifting him higher and higher until…
He was in its mouth. They had put him in its freaking mouth!
How would his kiss the robot from inside its mouth?
Tears continued to dribble down his face, even as he attempted to stop them. He kicked his feet out behind him, trying to squirm out of the thing's jaws.
The pressure was slowly increasing. Was that his skull caving in or the robots servos?
He could hear his brother and his friends laughing. Why was this funny? What was so damn hilarious about this entire situation?
He was starting to think that maybe his brother was pure evil.
He didn't even get a chance to prepare himself before his head was crushed.
Golden Freddy sat beside BB's bedside, as he had been doing since before and after the toys had left.
It was extremely eerie to watch the child who wasn't even breathing, whose heart wasn't beating at all. BB just lay there, motionless, pale and... dead.
Many years ago, Golden Freddy had promised himself that he'd never be around another child again. Not after the accident. That same accident had not only ruined his life as an entertainer, but it had also ruined Springbonnie's.
The rabbit had told him time and time again that what had happened wasn't his fault. But it had been him who hadn't been able to keep his mouth open. It had been him who had crushed the child's head...it had been him who killed him.
He vowed that he'd never harm another child again. He wouldn't allow himself to. That day had been the child's ninth birthday. Ninth!
He had watched as the older kids, the bullies had carried him up to the stage against his will, shoved the boy in his mouth and…
Golden Freddy sighed. He had thought that that would've been the last time he'd hurt a child. But now, here BB was, in a coma that he may not wake up from.
He could still hear their taunting laughter. They were laughing at the boy's struggle, his fear and desperation.
No one deserved a brother like that. Not even the most evil being alive...Well, maybe Afton did.
The originals were ready to help in any way they could, but Golden Freddy was reluctant to let them go. Something was wrong with the toys, he could just feel it.
They weren't answering the phone, Martha wasn't answering her watch. It wasn't right.
While he knew that both the toys and the originals were able to take care of themselves, he couldn't help but feel the need to watch over them in case something did happen. The Fazbear's weren't exactly known for their good luck.
He picked up the phone again. No calls or texts from the toy's and it had been hours since they'd last spoken.
Something was definitely wrong.
Freddy was the leader. He was always supposed to know what to do. Right?
People always looked to him to direct them, to lead them. Right?
When BB had fallen into a coma, he hadn't known what to do.
A member of his family was in serious trouble, and all he could do was sit back and watch everything break apart.
He occasionally saw Foxy watching him from his cove, staring at him, as if he expected Freddy to make everything better with a snap of his fingers.
He wasn't a magician. Sure he wore a top hat and bow tie, but he had no magic wand.
If he could somehow make BB better, he would. He wanted, more than anything, for BB to wake up, for the toys to come back, for Foxy to snap out of his depression, for everything to go back to how it once was.
But that's not how life worked. There were ups and there were downs. The Fazbears just so happened to have a lot more downs than ups, but they always had each other, and that's what mattered.
Now?
They were falling apart.
Golden Freddy never left BB's bedside. Freddy knew that the older bear was worried about the boy, they all were, but whenever Freddy would walk inside the room BB was in, he would look into Golden Freddy's eyes and see devastation, failure, guilt?
Freddy hoped that Golden Freddy wasn't guilty about what had happened to BB. It wasn't his fault.
If the golden bear became depressed, Freddy had no idea what he would do.
From his early days of performing, Golden Freddy had been his anchor. He had always been there for Freddy to rely on. Without him, Freddy would sink.
"She's not answering!" Chiara exclaimed after attempting to call Martha for the seventh time.
"She's just a little upset. She'll come back" Toby told her, though he too was worried. He'd spent the time since she'd left looking out of the window to see if she was coming back.
It had been four hours and there was still no sign of her.
"We don't have the time to just wait for her to show up. BB is dying as we speak!" Francis argued.
Chiara sighed. Why did Martha have to be so damn stubborn!?
"Maybe one of us should go out and try to find her?" she suggested, crossing her arms loosely over her chest.
"Splitting up isn't a good idea either. We only have two ways of contacting each other and one of them is on Mangle's watch" Francis said.
He had warned Toby and Chiara multiple times not to use up the credit on their phones, but apparently, texting each other despite being in the same room had sounded like a good idea to them at the time.
'It's nice having smaller fingers for a change. Let us live our lives!' Chiara had argued.
That decision had come back to bite them all in the...ahem!
'Is this what it's like to be a leader?' Francis asked himself.
Never before had he felt as much sympathy for Freddy as he did in that moment.
Expecting to know the answers to everything, knowing right from wrong and how to distinguish the two. Was Freddy a psychic!?
'As soon as we get back to the Pizzeria, i'm asking Freddy for pointers' he told himself.
"Well then what do you suggest? We can't just leave her out there alone!" Chiara argued.
Francis sat down on the nearest bed, his head in his hands. He had three choices. He could either let Chiara or Toby go and find Martha and risk losing all three of them in the city, they could go off together to find the ingredients for the Arises and leave Martha in the city, or they could wait for Martha to come back, if she came back and risk being too late to get the ingredients back to BB.
"We don't have a lot of options" Francis said, voice muffled. "It's either Martha's safety or BB's life."
The other two went quiet for a while. They couldn't just choose between two of their family members like that, it was like, choosing which of your siblings was your favourite!
After a while, Toby's head snapped up, "Why don't we just call Goldie?"
Francis looked up at the other male, face blank.
"I'm so dumb" He sighed as he took his phone out of his pocket. Then he froze.
"Uh...anyone wanna do the honours?" he asked nervously, holding the phone out in Chiara and Toby's direction.
They had one job, find some pure honey and then go back home. Somehow, they'd used up most of their phone credit, lost Martha and couldn't stop arguing amongst each other. How in hell were they supposed to explain that without looking absolutely incompetent?
"I'm good actually. Chiara?" Toby declined.
"My throats a little sore from yelling at you guys so i'm gonna pass. Thanks for the offer though" she replied.
Francis glared at his two 'friends' before dialling Golden Freddy's number.
It only rang once before it was picked up. Francis, not having expected the voice on the other end so soon, dropped the phone on the ground.
He hurried to pick it up before answering.
"Hey Goldie! How are things?" he asked, cringing at how guilty he sounded.
The voice on the other end went silent for a moment before Golden Freddy spoke, "What did you do now?" he asked exasperatedly.
Francis gaped, how did he know!?
He took a deep breath before beginning to explain. "Well urm, you see...Toby has something to say to you" Francis said, practically throwing the phone over to the other man whose eyes widened.
"Why haven't you guys been answering the phone?" Golden Freddy asked the dark haired male after Toby had put his ear to the receiver.
"We were, uh...doing...stuff" Toby replied weakly.
Francis face palmed. If Golden Freddy didn't suspect something before, he definitely did now!
"What kind of 'stuff?'"
Toby's mouth opened and closed like a fish for a few moments.
"Urm...scuba diving?"
Francis fell back onto the bed. Was it possible to feel both embarrassed and disappointed in someone at the same time?
"Scuba diving?" Golden Freddy deadpanned. Toby blushed scarlet as his mind caught up with his mouth. He was an idiot.
Chiara quickly took the phone from the embarrassed man and put it to her own ear.
"What he means is that there's a pool at the Hotel and went out there for a bit to clear our heads. We just got back" she explained.
Francis gave her a thumbs up from where he was still lying on the bed.
"OK. fair enough. Where's Martha? I tried calling her but she never picked up."
"She's just...painting her nails" Chiara replied, trying to keep cool.
"Can I speak to her?" Golden Freddy asked.
Chiara's eyes widened. "He wants to talk to Martha!" She whispered, putting the phone on mute.
Francis sat up as Toby took the phone from her, taking it off of mute.
"We're...in...a..tunnel...breaking...up" He lied.
"That's...strange. You just told me that you were back at the hotel" Golden Freddy said, scepticism clear in his voice.
"Urm there's a tunnel at the...hotel?" Toby said.
Golden Freddy went silent and Toby braced himself for the reply.
"Toy Bonnie" Golden Freddy began. Toby winced at the use of his real name.
"Where is Martha?"
Toby opened his mouth.
"And don't you dare tell me she's still scuba diving."
Toby closed his mouth.
Golden Freddy was catching on.
Toby knew that they'd have to tell Golden Freddy eventually, but he couldn't find the words.
"Toby!"
Toby threw the phone across the room in shock at the loud use of his name.
The screen shattered as it hit the wall.
Chiara and Francis both looked down at the broken phone, jaw slacked.
"WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU DO THAT!?" Francis yelled at him.
"I PANICKED ALRIGHT! STOP YELLING AT ME!" Toby replied.
Chiara rushed over to the broken pieces of the phone. It was completely busted. Great.
"Guys! Would you stop yelling at each other for five minutes please!?" She said exasperatedly.
The two men looked over at her, falling silent.
"Arguing isn't going to help us find Martha."
The two males both sighed and sat down. "What are we supposed to do now?" Francis asked no one in particular.
"I don't have all the answers. I don't know what to do in this situation!" he cried, throwing his hands up in the air dejectedly.
"No one expects you to know everything. None of us have ever been out in the city before. We weren't made to have flesh and bones. We were built to entertain children" Chiara told him, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"Not even Freddy knows everything" Toby said in a quiet voice, as if worried he would make Francis angry just by talking.
Francis wanted to argue. He wanted to say that Freddy did know everything. But he knew that Toby was right.
"I know" He replied. "I just wish I knew how to fix things. I don't know how to find Martha. I don't know whether we should leave to find the ingredients for BB and I don't know how to fix this stupid phone!."
"You're not A Wizard Francis. None of us know what to do, but we'll figure it out together. Besides, there's always a telephone booth" Chiara said.
Francis face palmed.
'I'm such an idiot.'