Down the rabbit hole
Prologue: Fragments
An: Somethings to take note off before you read this.
1: This is a rewrite of an old fanfic of mine called Strange things have happen.
2: This story is AU and has nothing to do with the canon.
3: Some words are missing in this chapter. It has been done on purpose for reasons.
"You can't go in there!"
"Uncle Fran, what's going on? Where's my Mommy?"
He saw his uncle standing in front of the door with hands placed on the door frame. It was a little suspicious, almost like his Uncle was hiding something from him. What was it? A gift? A puppy? A surprise party, the possibilities were endless! Yet, there was one question that kept entering his mind. Where is Mommy? She's always here, most of the time, yet she was nowhere to be seen.
"Y-your M-mother she..." He couldn't say it. He didn't want him to see it.
"Where is she?" The boy repeated.
"She's gone to her Mother's, didn't say when she would be back" Fran lied.
He couldn't tell him. Maybe he would one day but until then he couldn't let him go inside that room. He was just a kid. No child should see that.
"Okay... What about Papa or ****? Where are they?" The boy said.
"I don't know... Look, until they get back your going to stay with me for a few days."Fran told him
"Okay, but why can't I stay with Jerry?" The boy questioned.
"Jerry? I think your forgetting something, *****. Jerry and his family are going on holiday tomorrow" Fran replied.
"Oh, now I remember."
His Uncle couldn't help but laugh. He loved this adorable side of his Nephew. He was so glad that he took after his Mother and not... Well, him. He couldn't say the words, his brother didn't deserve to be a Dad to this sweet, innocent boy. Not after what he did.
"Anyway, go get your stuff from upstairs but only grab the essentials" Fran told him once he regained his composure.
"Gotcha!"
He watched his Nephew go upstairs, the smile removed from his face and replaced with sorrow. He didn't want to do this but he couldn't leave him with... Yes, he loved his **** but he couldn't take any chances. He wouldn't allow him to turned them into monsters, he wouldn't fail his Nephew.
(I'm so sorry, Samantha...)
"Why are you doing this? Your destroying families for your selfish, sick desires!"
"Selfish? My plans are not selfish, this is all about revenge. Revenge against a company who doesn't care about its employees" The grinning man told him. "But you wouldn't know about that, would you? And you call yourself a cop."
Carlos Jones was clutching the left side of his arm, pain was splattered his face. He was careless . He shouldn't have gone inside the room without protection, but he thought he could deal with it himself. He finally caught up to him. The murderer. The one behind this madness, yet he didn't expect him to be mad as well. He thought it would be better to take the murderer alive, make him pay for what he has done. He was wrong.
(Stupid pride) He chastised himself (Diana was right "One day, Mr Jones, that pride of yours is going to get yourself killed" Well, not today.)
"How can you have no regret? Don't you have a family" Carlos cried out.
"Family?" The giddiness returned to him. "Of course I do, silly"
His eyes sight was limited in the darkness yet he could see the murderer reach for something inside his shirt. He could make out a silver chain and a locket with a simple letter engraved on it.. He could just make out him opening it.
"My ****. ***** and ****" The murderer told him. Carlos heard him sigh "I hate being away from them for so long, but all of this is necessary. However, one this is all done, here at least, I will be returning to them."
"What makes you think I haven't got the building surrounded?" Carlos questioned "Also, if you clearly hate children, then why are your **** still alive?"
"Because I have been monitoring you for a while now, ever since you started this investigation. Its only you and Miss Winters. Oh, and Jeremy poor fool. He's been hook on this too, though I wonder how Blake is doing." The Murderer explained before frowning. "As for you other question... that's private."
Carlos heard the man walking closer, slowly revealing himself from the darkness. Most of him was still covered but Carlos could see the man's grey eyes and a purple suit.
"As for you, Mr Jones, I'll make you a deal." He said
"A deal?" Carlos repeated.
He shouldn't be listening to this. He should be doing his duty and arresting this maniac, it would end all of this and prevent any future killings, Yet, something inside of him was telling him to listen to the man. Maybe it was the aching of his wound or his stupid pride - one more act prevent. He decided to play along and listen to the man.
"Oh, its very simple. You see I'm a man of honour and I always fight my own battles. If I wanted to I could finish this now, however, it wouldn't be fair on you given your disadvantage" The murderer explained "So how about this. This place is closing on Saturday, for good. There is one more birthday party, and I have something extraordinary planned. If you managed to prevent that then I will come quietly"
"There's a catch isn't there?" Carlos inquired.
"Yes. You have to do this by yourself. You wouldn't want to endanger anybody else now, would you? Not even that precious girlfriend of yours?" The murderer replied. "So, we have a deal?"
"Deal"
There had been so many close calls last night.
Jeremy had been dealing with it all week. He didn't know why he decided to stay, if he wanted to he could have quit earlier. But he didn't, he decided to stay the entire week. His pay wasn't great, even after the added bonuses, but the actual pay of was learning about the restaurant's dark secrets. Normally, this wouldn't have bothered him. The secrets didn't scare him, he had learned to be more aware, more alert and more curious thanks to his father (Who used to be a bit of a wild boy in his youth, often known for his pranks and mishaps). There were something that scared him, especially at night in this place, but he knew he had to be braver. If he wanted to live.
One of those secrets? Well, the animations could move freely at night. It wouldn't have bothered him since they had to move or their servos would lock up. That, and they had little to do at night. There were no children to entertain in the main party room so they went to go looking for them. Or, in this case, for him. He couldn't deny it, the animatronics looked so creepy at night (Especially Toy Chica or, as the children and some of the employees would say Chicadee) He didn't know why they were looking for him, or acted they way they did around adults - he could see that for himself now that he was working during the daytime. Somehow he figured out that there was more to this then the company was telling him.
And that was the other secret he found out. Well, sort off. He was curious about certain things but he wasn't a conspiracy theorist. However, after listening to the messages left by the person who 'called' him at midnight (Jeremy didn't know his name but he had heard from the other employees that they call him the Phone Guy) he was certain that there was more going on. Why do the animatronics have criminal database? Why would they try and get inside the office? Why did the older animatronics smell bad? Those were the important questions that to be answered. Then there the rest, like the rumours about the place (whatever they were). The investigation and the company's involvement. The animatronics facial recognition being tampered with. The building going on lock down for some reason (and in addition to that the search for a previous employee). Then there was Fredbear's family diner and the yellow suit... What was the Phone Guy talking about? An empty animatronic suit, was that even possible?
(None of this is making any sense. I'm getting more questions then answers) Jeremy thought, pondering the Carlos told him. (Things just keep turning upside down and more complicated when it looks like we're making progress. I wonder how Carlos and Diana are doing on their investigation? Ah well, no time to think about it now)
Just like the Phone Guy told him he was currently working on the dayshift, despite being sleep deprived. He was standing in the main party room, drinking his coffee whilst keeping away from the animatronics. He didn't miss the glare they were giving him. As much as he didn't want to be there he had choice. He had been transferred without being asked first, and he had to watch over the birthday party. Besides something was telling him that some terrible was going to happen. This was the last birthday party before the place closes down for good, anything could happen. And if what Carlos told him was true...
"Your Jeremy Fitzgerald right? The night guard?"
Jeremy was so court up in his thoughts that he didn't see somebody walking towards him. When he turned to face said person he saw a man in his late thirties or early forties, with brown hair and hazel eyes, standing before him There was some facial hair around his mouth, but it was kept neat, and he was wearing a blue shirt with a badge on it, a brown body warmer, a black belt, blue trousers and black shoes.
"Uh, yeah, that's me" Jeremy responded "The man's voice sounded familiar. "Are you the person who has been leaving me messages?"
"Yes. I know I tend to ramble on a bit but somebody has to keep the night guard informed" The man told him. "I'm Scott, by the way. Scott Cawthon"
(Well that solves one mystery) Jeremy thought.
"By the way... How were the animatronics last night? Nothing... bad happened, right" Scott asked.
By the tone of Mr Cawthon's voice Jeremy could tell that man wad nervous for some reason. Should he tell him the truth? That the animatronics came so close to capturing him last night. There had been so many close calls. He almost forgot to wind up the music box because he was dealing with old Foxy and Toy Bonnie at the same time. Balloon Boy had taken his spare batteries (Lucky the flashlight hadn't died) and Mangle had almost caught him at the last moment. In fact Mangle had been acting strange all night. Jeremy heard a radio coming from Mangle, he heard it all week but it was louder then normal. He never got a closer look at it but for some reason it looked more beat up then normal. He should tell him the truth but Jeremy didn't want to worry he man.
"The animatronics were fine, Sir. It was a little hard keeping up with them at times, but nothing bad happened" Jeremy lied.
"I see..." Scott muttered.
What was he expecting? Did he know?
"Uh, anyway, hopefully everything will calm down after this. No more investigations and what not. Everything should be fine, third time the charm right." Scott said causally.
"So this place is shutting down." Jeremy questioned.
"Yes, it's for the or so Mr Griffin says. They plan on bring back the old animatronics and moving them to a small location" Scott replied "I'll be in charge for a while, covering messages and all that, until we get a new manager and security guard"
"What about the toy animatronics? Are they not coming back?" Jeremy inquired.
"Not at the new location. They'll be put in storage until the company transfers them to a new location" The phone guy said.
Ah, well all thing must come to end. Speaking of the Toys Jeremy hadn't seen a certain pink and white fox around all day. There again Toy Foxy, or Mangle as she had become thanks to some kids putting her a part and turning her into a tangle of wires and animatronic parts, could be in a different room. Yeah, that was probably it and besides Mangle wasn't in the best of conditions anyway. Jeremy was about to ask Scott about it ... until they heard a horrible screeching sound coming from another room.
The party was already in full swing, and Carlos was certain he was too late. It wasn't easy convincing Diana to stay behind but he managed to leave her at the police station. He couldn't let anything to her, or anybody else for that matter. Carlos had decided to dress causally so he wouldn't draw attention to himself, not that it matter anyway. He had a plan which involved knocking the murderer out instead taking him in right way. There was a party going on and he didn't want to scare the kids in the process.
The he first thing he noticed was the animatronics moving around in the main party room, interacting and playing with some of the children. He saw Balloon Boy, the chubby looking colourful animatronics that looked like a human, handing out balloons to the kids near by. By the prize corner he could see the Marioette, a puppet animatronic dress head to toe in black with a white mask on its face, giving out gifts and the occasional plush toy. At first Carlos was confused. Weren't they the same animatronics that tried to get inside the security room?
"Your getting close to the truth"
Upon hearing the voice Carlos startled and quickly turned around. He suppressed a screen when he saw the Marionette standing before him, an expressionless look on its face. On closer examination he could see two lines of what looked like purple tears on its mask.
"What are you talking about?" Carlos's muttered, hoping that nobody would over hear them.
"He's here. You must end it for us, for them. You must save them." The Puppet said.
"Who? The murderer? Is he going to kill again?" Carlos asked.
"The trap is set" Marionette said
"You need to start making sense and stop talking in riddles" Carlos stated. "What's going on, where's the murderer and what trap is set?"
The Marionette didn't answer him. Instead he pointed towards the corridor that had the bathrooms and the parts and service room - muttering something about the room that held the older animatronics. Giving the Puppet a quick thanks, and a apology for his brief rudeness, Carlos quickly made his way to said room. He noticed Mr Fitzgearld talking to another man, by the way he was dressed he could tell that he was somebody who worked the day shift. Not the man he was looking
When the found the room he was looking for he noticed that it was already open. Either one of the other workers or it's him. Opening the door the door he saw the older animatronics, looking slightly different then normal. None of them were activated and they looked in terrible condition. They were missing parts but it looked like somebody went through them with an axe. There was a fowl smell coming from but there was no blood on the floor or walls. Walking around the corner he saw a man bent over s table looking at something. He was dressed head to toe in purple with black shoes. It was him.
"Well, it's about time you showed up" The man commented "I was beginning to think you weren't going to show up. And you call yourself an officer of the law"
when the man turned around Carlos finally got a good look at his face. It started him slightly, seeing the crazed look in his eyes and the giddiness on his face. Something was not right here.
"It's over. Nobody else will be dying by your hands" Carlos stated.
"Really? Oh, that's a shame and I was so enjoying our little game." The murderer replied before chuckling "Which is fine by me, as much as I love games. The ones me and my little troublemakers played... Well, you would have to be there to believe it"
Carlos couldn't believe this. Was it all a joke to him?
"A game. Is this a joke to you? You have killed children since the days of Fredbears as well as previous employees" He shouted "You don't deserve to be a-"
Before he finished The murderer grabbed him and slammed Carlos against the wall. The pain did hurt him, it made his bad arm feel worse, but what worried was the dangerous look in the man's eyes and the flash of anger on the man's face.
"Don't you dare talk about them. I will kill you!" The man snarled.
"Then what stopping you?" Carlos challenged "Clearly, you want me dead"
"My little abomination" The man told him.
The Murderer let him go and slowly made his way to the arcade machine that was standing by the wall. He face was turned slightly so that he was looking at the Police Officer, his eyes on Carlos black ones. Carlos had his right hand hover the gun that was attached to his belt Incase the murderer tried anything.
"You see one of the things I have learnt over the years is to be very observant, that and to cover your own tracks before somebody uncovers them. I have made no mistakes so far, and yet here you are. I will admit that it has been fun watching your little investigation, Mr Jones, but you have forgotten one thing" The Murderer explained "Your not as observant as you claim to be"
"Your starting to sound like the Marionette" Carlos groaned.
"So you did have some help from him?" The murderer muttered "It doesn't matter, he can't stop this"
"Of course it does. Thanks to him I will be putting an end to all of this, there will be no more murders" Carlos said "You'll never see your **** ever again"
Nothing was said after that, which left Carlos confused. He thought he was going to get killed when he said that, but in all fairness it needed to be said. He wouldn't let anybody else get hurt by this maniac. Yet, instead of pulling out some kind of weapon the man started laughing. Carlos narrowed his eyes at the scene before him. He hoped somebody was listening in, there was something definitely not right about this.
"A noble statement, Mr Jones. However, you are mistaken. I will be returning to the and we will be a family again" The murderer said after he composed himself "As for you there is just one little thing you have forgotten"
"And that is?" Carlos questioned.
"Consider the Mangle"
"What's that suppose to-"
He never finished his sentence. Something landed on him and had its teeth around his head and neck. The teeth pierced them, blood flowing from the damages in the process. Carlos tried to get away, screaming harshly as he tried to move but it only made things worse. Whatever attacked him only managed to lower itself and pierce Carlos's jaw. After that he stopped moving. The murderer only smiled in satisfaction, clearly satisfied with his work, before making his way to the shadows. There were thing most people didn't see in this room. There was an extra door in this room, one that lead to a secret passageway that only he found (By accident of course) He opened the door and walked through it, closing it behind him as he heard the door on the other side of the room. He heard shouting and somebody was vomiting. Then he heard somebody calling our for somebody to get an ambulance.
He was beyond tired, yet he still had his job to do and Mike was determined to finish this week. As much as he hated it, the constant game of hide and seek with his life on the line, he would rather be here then at home with him.
As he made his way to the security office he saw his reflection in the window. He saw the latest injuries on his face and cringed slightly, tears from his blue eyes. If he had his hoodie he could cover his face but it wasn't a part of the dress code. He hated this. It was a stupid argument yet Mike had been hurt in the process when his foster Mother's boyfriend lashed out at him. All of this could have been prevented if Mike decided to leave a little earlier than normal.
The redhead sighed as he entered the room, preparing himself for the game of cat and mouse. Before he loved Freddy's, if his memories survived him correctly he used to go all the time with ... somebody. He could never who took him, his memories were scattered. Now as a twenty-three year old man he hated it. Mike learned the hard way. This wasn't a place of fantasy and fun. No, it was living nightmare. The animatronics could move at night, they had to or their survos would lock up and they wouldn't be able to preform in the morning. Maybe that would be for the best, they did look creepy and a little terrifying, but the kids loved them. But at night they acted differently. He saw them staring at the camera or standing in odd places. Bonnie was the most terrifying, sometimes it looked like he was missing his eyes and he could only see little white dots. For some reason they were trying to get inside his office, they wanted to get him. If they did then they would put him in a spare animatronic suit and It wouldn't be an easy procedure. They would be forceful and, thanks to the crossbeams, wires and other animatronic devices, kill him in the process. That was something Mike couldn't allow. So he decided to play their little game and tried to survive the night which had been successful so far.
Before he took his place in the chair Mike noticed a white piece of paper on the desk. Normally, the desk was dirty with monitors, paper, left over food or drinks or stains on it. It was clean now, the monitors were still there, but the only thing present was the piece of paper. Seeing as he had ten minutes to spare Mike decided to read it.
If you are reading this then it means you are alive and have managed to survive the week. I'll admit it's impressive but it also means you have sold your soul to Freddy's and you cannot leave unless you die of course. However, I feel pity for you so I decided to leave you some sound advice. Get yourself fired. There's only one way you can do that. Mess with the animatronics systems. I won't lie they will come for you a lot quicker but as long as you keep moving you should be fine.
It took Mike a moment to process all of this, coming to the conclusion that there was a lot more going on then he realised. Yet, there was no time to figure it all out. The only thing he focused on was the dangerous side to all of this. He could get fired or worse but he could leave this nightmare for good. But he still wanted the money, it was the only way he could escape his own nightmare. For now he decided to focus on one problem for now and deal with the other one later. If he lived.
There was work to be done.