Chapter 6
Memory
A/N: Guess i will do a second talk chapter later.. For now…
Have some nice times… no not really.
Dinosaur: For one thing.. I'm glad you're interested in the story! Every Review i get makes me feel really good. As for the… Actual Plan… you should be able to figure it out soon enough.
"...can i come in now?"
No shut up. Now onto the story.
The bunny looked at the house.
Michael had just returned and walked inside.
"...your planning on going inside aren't you?" He twitched and looked at the ghost who had said it.
Charlie was there watching him suspiciously arms crossed.
"...might as well take a trip down memory lane…. Don't you have anything better to do?" He shuffled into the house and looked around worriedly.
No need confronting his son right now.
The elevator was gone from the familiar closet… it had went down.
"...good luck mikey…" he said quietly as he turned to the shelf. There was a familiar photo… It drew him towards it as he took the picture off the shelf. He was careful not to crinkle and crumble the paper.
He looked at it longingly.
He noticed charlie was floating into the room…
He slid the photo into the animatronic suit.
"Wow… i remember coming here a few times… before… all this.." She said looking around the house with wonder confusion and… bad memories mixed with good ones.
"...meh… i don't know what i was expecting to find here…" He shuffled right out the door making charlie follow behind with worry.
He hoped Michael could handle any deception..
That clown had for him.
Error…
The elevators doors finally reopened to a incredibly dark room.
His eyes took a minute to react to and adjust to the dim lighting he had.
He managed to make out what seemed like… pedestals? No they were metal… on the 2 he could see there were 2 buttons… identical to each other.
One was blue with what appeared to be a sun? Light then?
The second was red with a bolt of electricity on it.
He had a guess for that one…
"...you ignored me." he jumped at the voice and turned around.
It was the same HandUnit he had found connected to the elevator… how did it turn on?
"...uhh… sorry?" The device did something which to Michael seemed like a shrug.
"...it happens… so.. I require you insert your name into the keypad."
He made his way towards the ruler like contraption and brought his right hands index finger to the keypad.
Error…
"...will?" She asked the bunny slumped against the wall.
It stayed unresponsive.
Honestly she was disappointed.
To be fair… the fire had majorly damaged his survivability.
He was going in and out… like a defective Light Bulb.
She looked around and decided to float towards one of the many alleyways.
There were so many… she should be used to seeing them.
But as she floated into the one a whole new unsettling fear arrived in her.
Like she would be stabbed in the back at any se-
She turned around instinctively then sighing when she saw nothing.
"..Your a ghost charlie… you can't die…" Right? Ye.
She continued through the alleyway and heard shuffling.
"...still… some animatronics who are possessed could see… or spiritual connected people…" She took on the form of Phantom Puppet as she continued.
As to spook off anybody who dare come near her.
She heard more shuffling and whimpering..
Something was in pain?
"Hello?" she asked warily into the dark alley.
"...i feel… empty.." A weak waning voice spoke from a few feet away.
"Empty?" the burnt striped animatronic floated towards the voices seeming source and then saw something move out of the shadows.
The first major detail was the Golden Star on it's upper torso glinting in the moonlight.
It was an animatronic bear… a almost.. Lighter black? Or was it just a darker grey? The latter seemed likely…
Like most of the fazbear Franchise animatronics.. It's stomach was a lighter version of the rest of the robots color… in this case a light grey.
The oddest details were the fact that Freddy usually holds his Microphone in his right hand.
This one held it in his left.
As if to further distinguish him… his left eye was missing.
She was starting to sense a theme…
The rest of his body was also black with red kneecaps and a shinier red top hat. His bow also contained the blood like color.
Making that comparison made the puppet shiver. His eyes were a piercing green.
Everybody she met with green eyes contained a piercing gaze she noted dryly.
The animatronic had an embedded red blush… like the toys almost.
It seemed it had the best of both the toys and the originals..
And yet it was also in a semi withered condition with his missing eye..
Ironic.
The bear stepped forward making creaking noises.
She flinched and looked at it worriedly.
"...i've been looking for you…" The voice was slowly growing stronger.
"..you have? Amazing! I'm going to leave now :3" The puppet turned the other way but the black bear animatronic was already there..
It seemed to flick a switch and Charlie's vision faded to black.
Error…
Michael found himself pissed off as he administered controlled shocks at the 2 animatronics in their separate galleries. He enjoyed this.
But for only one reason.
These things were designed to kill kids…
And one of them had succeeded.
The reason he was pissed?
The handunit.
"...now eggs benedict you may enter the circus gallery." he was about roll his eyes from the nickname but then jumped.
"Circus gallery?" He looked at vent in front of him and crouched down to crawl through it.
As he emerged from the other side he found himself in a gallery control room looking directly forward.
"...use the light to see if Baby is on stage." The HandUnit instructed.
"...Bloody Sister Killer." he said angrily as he smashed the light button.
There was nobody on stage.
He felt a faint smile appear on his face.
"...Circus Baby seems to be playing hide and seek… let's show her it's not time for games." It instructed.
He should not feel joy in pain…
But he really felt a revenge feeling course through him.
"...this one… is for enjoying children screaming." He smashed the shock button.
Once he saw she still was not on stage..
"...this one is for mentally damaging my lil bros mind." he smashed the button again and could hear a pained noise from the animatronic wherever it was hiding.
It still was not on stage.
"...And This… is for liz… bloody sister killer." he smashed the button and held it there administering a long controlled shock.
It lasted a minute before he took his hand off the button.
"...created by my father or not… you have sentience… you choose not to use it." he did not bother checking and just went back and crawled through the vents.
The handunit had a picture on it that seemed to mean Go Home.
He shrugged. He can do this night by night.. Just like the other locations.
As he walked back into the elevator and it began taking him up he thought about how Liz could be alive and here…
"...c-could it be possible?" The animatronic blueprints…
As the elevator doors opened he barreled into the living room and then upstairs.
He opened the door to his father's room.
As expected there were Baby's Blueprints…
He walked towards them slowly.
There was also a note.
1981 Feb 4
….this voice… it won't stop… it keeps asking me to kill children… it took over…
1981 July 7
I KILLED CHARLIE? Nonono… please no… this has to be all a bad nightmare.
1982 March 10
The voice wants me to build this? It's… wait… is this supposed to be a child killing animatronic? No… way..
1982 August 18
The thing.. The voice.. It possessed me again.. Late at night… it built baby… i don't even know how? I can't let anybody be near it alone.
Espically liz.
I can't risk it.
I promised her this thing in the past.
But not like this…
1983 Jan 2
NOnononono…
This has to be just a bad dream.
Please let me wake up.
I want to wake up and know that this is all a bad dream…
I just want to open that door and see that my daughter is alive… just peacefully sleeping… like it never happened.
I'm sure Henry and the other parents feel like that…
I wish i could have stopped him..
Please let me wake up
Please…
Michael stopped reading the entries..
There seemed to be many more.
He would see the rest later.
This voice was.. Intriguing.
Was he lying?
Would he really lie?
No… His father is many things… a liar is not one of them.
He brought his attention to the blueprints.
…
He read the notes.
"Child capturer… designed to capture children and then bring them to specific locations…." he read his eyes slightly widening.
"...capture?" he stumbled back.
"...could she… god….oh...my god…"
There was one small…
Tiny…
Very tiny goddamned fraction of a chance.
That she was alive.
A/N: A Semi Cliffhanger.
I often let liz live in many stories…
Wonder what i would do here?
Is she alive?
Oh i really want to do that…
But i likely won't.
No 4th wall breaking banter today.
Shadow is dealing with that little error…
And i… where is Hybrid?
Idek
As you can see we are slowing bringing in fnaf 6 and Sl