Hello! And my, this one is soon eh? I got a burst of inspiration and energy to write this one.

This one is pretty similar to the chapter focusing on Remington, the next one is when things are going to be really happening. But this one is important for several reasons I cannot say right now.

Anyways, onto reviews.

Davie Wilson: I'm so glad!

TU4QU0I53T4IAN6L3: Yeah, Andrew and Elizabeth need a lot of help, and unfortunately who they are turning to is very much the wrong person. Both are obsessed with getting his approval, will they learn that it cannot be achieved? We shall see. Henry? Well he may figure things out, he may not, we shall have to see when that time comes. As for the druggie? Well he will certainly be a character important for this arc. As for what Fox is planning? It could be something helpful, it also could not be. We shall have to see. And yes, Funtime Foxy is about fed up with all these people telling him things and them never happening. What he has done, we shall see.

Silverleone: Yeah, I like funtime foxy as well! Now whether that means I'll ruin him or do good on him, we shall see! And yes…they need a lot of therapy.

I own nothing but my characters and ideas.

Credit to Selkiesong22 for all her help.

(Also, thanks to her for letting me use Lucy (her character) in this fic)

Also woooo! Chapter 60!

Chapter 60
Tales of the Kidnapped

The room was dark, but that wasn't at all surprising, the majority of rooms she was in were constantly dark.

Lucy was almost certain she had developed night vision because of it.

Her eyes fell to the young boy next to her, he leant against her, curled up and fast asleep. His bandaged and bleeding hand pressed up against his chest protectively.

That had been her fault…

She shouldn't have talked back to Foxy, he was always the more unpredictable of the bots.

Not as bad as Freddy of course, but Foxy was more sly…manipulative.

She should've known that and acted accordingly, instead she messed up and Lucas got injured.

Lucy had only known the boy for three months, and despite her swearing up and down that she wouldn't get attached…

Well she was hopelessly attached.

With a soft breath, she rested a hand on his hair running her fingers through it, he shifted, leaning into her touch and curling up more. He was scared, she couldn't forget those wide and petrified blue eyes that stared up at her as she tried to both wrap his hand and reassure him that everything would be fine.

But that was a lie.

One thing Andrew taught her that she was grateful for was lying.

Lucy was an excellent liar.

Things were not going to be fine.

This was weird, it was unusual, she hadn't seen Andrew in two months now. For the first month she had hoped…that this was her opportunity to escape.

And she had tried, she had taken Lucas to every weak point she had known, taken him to the door that led to the house above, the very high windows that led to the surface.

But Lucy should've known better, if animatronics who were stronger, faster, and frankly smarter than her hadn't figured out how to escape…

Well it was rather hopeless for Lucy now wasn't it?

When the second month rolled around, she had to come to terms that she and Lucas might very well die in here. She was never able to communicate with the technicians or guards. They were on a floor above her.

She heard them of course, heard their shouts, their screams, their pleas for mercy.

But those heartless pieces of tin didn't care at all, they never did.

Lucy had the scars to prove it.

Her and Lucas had only just scraped by, with oddly enough, the mercies of Funtime Foxy, though his motivations were clear now, at the time she had wondered if she had finally gained an ally out of the white and pink fox.

Turns out Foxy knew how to lie too.

"L…Lucy…?" A soft stutter pulled Lucy from her thoughts and down to the child in her hold, or more appropriately, in her care.

"Yeah Lucas?" She prompted brushing his hair out of her face.

She didn't have very many memories of her father…but she remembered how nice it had felt when he held her and stroked her hair.

Lucas didn't deserve all of this.

He wasn't stupid like Lucy was.

"My hand hurts…" the boy whimpered and the girl couldn't help but bite her lip and do her best to offer a reassuring and comforting smile. Though she wasn't sure if her face was displaying that well.

She had long forgotten what concern looked like.

"I know…I'm sorry…maybe Foxy's base programs will kick in and he'll get you something for the pain."

Base programs, something Lucy had bet her life on one too many times.

The funtimes weren't inherently designed for killing, at least not at their very base programs. That's what Acid always complained about. '****ned Byrds…' he would say, 'they left too many base programs in them! How can they work effectively for what I need if their core programming is opposite from what I want?!' Then he would fall into a rant, and Lucy would stay very quiet until he calmed down.

Andrew had never hurt her.

But Acid had come close.

Part of her did sympathize with him, the part of her that craved his attention and approval always made excuses.

He was nice most of the time.

He didn't lose his temper most of the time.

She wasn't afraid of him most of the time.

But she had learned very quickly never to bring up his father.

Lucy still hard his hysterical voice as he repeatedly claimed that he would make him proud.

In a strange way it hurt her heart when he got like that.

He…looked so sad.

And perhaps if their situation had been different, Lucy would've given him a hug. Told him he didn't need to earn his father's approval. Told him he was clever and smart and didn't need to prove anything to anyone.

But she knew once he spoke about his father, there was no talking to him.

It was like a trigger word, launching him into bouts of insanity that could last for weeks at a time.

Launching him into his darker tendencies.

Or more accurately, causing him to become Acid.

Lucy had mixed feelings about Andrew.

She didn't hate him.

But she was afraid of Acid.

"W…why do the bots want to keep us here…?" Lucas asked, pulling her thoughts from her kidnapper.

Her eyes shifted down to him again and she let out a soft breath, Lucas had such a hard time comprehending how the animatronics could be this mean.

She had tried to explain, but she was pretty sure he was in denial, she was in denial for awhile too.

"…Foxy said he wants to be free too…" that was the only explanation she could give, even if it didn't make sense.

How was trapping them earning him his freedom? Was Acid playing another one of his games with them? Taunting their freedom if only they did something for him?

Only to never fulfill his end of the bargain?

She wasn't sure. Acid usually came to speak with her.

She actually missed it when he came around, he would ruffle her hair in an almost affectionate way.

He would look at her with a look in his usually wide eyes that made her think, maybe…just maybe there was a reason besides experimentation that he had kept her alive all these years.

Lucy wanted her dad to come…she wanted Blaze to come back like he promised, but she had no guarantee that they were even still searching.

And the longer she was here, the more she realized that maybe her captor wasn't as malicious as he liked to pretend he was.

He was messed up, no question, and she knew whatever affection he had for her was nothing in comparison to his dedication to keeping his father's legacy alive.

"Lucy…" Lucas started once again pulling her attention to him, "my brother is gonna come, he'll get us out of here. I know it." The boy said determined, and for a moment Lucy stared at him.

Just tell him, break it to him sooner rather than later. It's better that he knows now and deals with it early. He's never getting out of here, and neither are you.

Her mind hissed, and Lucy couldn't help but swallow. However she smiled all the same.

"Y…yeah, I'm sure he will."

"Then we can go find your daddy and all go get chocolate cake." The boy continued, "and we will tell them both how awesome we were. You're daddy will hug you…and they won't let anyone hurt us ever again." The boy kept speaking, his voice even, but her shirt was getting wet.

And it wasn't because of sweat.

"T…then we can move away…leave this place behind…" Lucas sniffed, falling quiet and when he finally spoke again, it was barely a whisper, "…they…they are coming right…?" That was with a whimper, Lucy froze a second, and there was a moment where she didn't respond.

But she then hugged him close, tucking his head under her chin as the boy trembled faintly in her arms.

"They'll come Luc…they will come for us."

Lucy was a great liar, she could make anyone believe her lie.

Except for herself.

December 24th 1995
Five years earlier

Lucy bundled herself in blankets, her small body aching and demanding she stretch out.

But she didn't want to.

She wanted to curl up as tight as possible and disappear.

The calendar that wasn't hers, in the room that wasn't hers claimed that this was Christmas Eve.

She wondered what daddy was doing, was he still looking? Was he celebrating Christmas without her? Did he cry when he thought about her like she cried when she thought about him?

Did he miss her?

Her unspoken questions went unanswered, and as the months and years ticked on, Lucy couldn't help but wonder if they ever would be answered.

The highlight of this week was actually Andrew's mood, it was odd…strange even. He hadn't broken into a rant about the cursed Byrds, hadn't lamented about how he still couldn't find his father.

He was quiet.

And he was being nice.

He didn't make her go down to the basement with the angry bots. He hadn't brought up the basement at all, Lucy didn't want to let herself hope, but part of her did.

Did he decide not to do it anymore? Was he satisfied with the results?

Or…was this just the result of the holidays?

Lucy couldn't be sure, but she wasn't about to complain about it.

However before she could ponder on it anymore, the sound of laughing children drew her attention to the window.

With footsteps as light and as silent as a feather, the small girl went over to the window nook and peered out of it. Kids, probably around her age, were playing in the street.

Lucy couldn't help but marvel at their unabashed joy, unawares of the danger that lurked just beneath their feet. Unawares of the animatronics, who if given the chance would kill them all.

They had no idea.

Lucy was jealous of their innocence.

"Lucy?" The voice of her captor made her stiffen up and turn to look at him. He had goggles on his head and was in his workshop apron.

He must've been working on that wirey bot he was so proud of.

Though Lucy wasn't sure what there was to be proud of, that thing was the ugliest bot she had ever seen.

"I…I was just looking…" she whispered softly, he had been nice lately, she didn't want to invoke his temper.

However she couldn't help but tense up as he approached, peering out the window as well. An odd look crossed over his face and Lucy gazed up at him carefully.

"It's dangerous to have children unmonitored." Was all he muttered, and Lucy tensed, was he going to bring up his father again?

However, to her surprise, he didn't.

Andrew turned to face her, holding what looked to be a socket wrench in hand.

"Are you hungry?" At his question she blinked but nodded, he nodded in return and left the window heading for the door, "I made cookies at three in the morning. I couldn't sleep." He turned to face her, still clutching that wrench like it was a lifeline. When he faced her, he smiled brightly, an almost childish excitement in his eyes. "I put glitter on it!" He claimed, and Lucy paused, stepping down from the window sil.

"Do you mean sprinkles?" She asked softly, previous reservations fading, as she was unable to help but be drawn to the idea of sparkly cookies.

He blinked at her question, before looking contemplative, and for a moment she did actually wonder if he put sparkles on the cookies instead of sprinkles.

"Yes…yes, it was the sparkly sprinkles." He claimed, nodding to himself.

Lucy couldn't help but smile ever so slightly, sometimes it was hard to remember her situation.

Sometimes she liked to pretend that Andrew wasn't her captor, she liked to pretend that he was her very troubled older brother, and that he cared for her very much.

But Lucy could never believe her own lies.

All the same, she still went over and gently grasped his hand, freeing one of them from clutching the wrench. He blinked in surprise at the action, and Lucy couldn't help but feel happy when she saw how his eyes lit up at the human contact.

She liked it when she could make Andrew happy.

"What's for dinner?" She asked softly, leading him downstairs. Sometimes he got confused as to where to go, even in his own home.

"Well I was thinking Chinese, but have you ever thought about having frosting on pizza?" He asked as they entered the kitchen, and Lucy found herself relieved that there actually were cookies.

Sometimes he imagined doing things that never actually happened.

"Frosting on pizza?" She asked a bit incredulously.

As she let go of his hand to go investigate the cookies he came around and stood on the other side of the island. "Yeah! It's like my two favorite foods in one, wouldn't it just be delicious?" He asked, brown eyes lighting up with delight at the idea. Lucy couldn't help but once again smile.

"Maybe." Then she turned to the cookies, picked one up and sniffed it before lifting her eyes to him. "Did you follow the recipe?" More often then not there would be a completely random ingredient in their food that did not belong there.

"I actually did!" He looked proud of himself, "you see, I was thinking about putting in some cyan pepper for that extra kick, but then I remembered you didn't like the pepper in the ice cream so I followed the recipe exactly!" Then without hesitation he swiftly picked up a cookie and took a large bite out of it. "See? Perfectly edible!" He claimed through a mouthful of cookie.

Lucy couldn't help but giggle before taking a smaller bite of hers, just in case he had put something in without realizing it.

But she was pleasantly surprised to find a perfectly normal sugar cookie.

Her eyes lifted to find he was gazing at her anxiously waiting for her verdict. And so after swallowing she offered a small smile, "it's good."

He lit up like a Christmas tree at the simple words, "it is!? Good! Good! You can have as many as you want then! I'm gonna order pizza!" He then turned to the fridge and opened it up, "I think I still have frosting in here…" He muttered moving around things.

As Lucy ate her cookie she glanced around, it wasn't often that she spent long periods of time down here. Usually she was up in the room…or….in the basement…

Shaking her head to be rid of thoughts of the horrid place, she continued to nibble on her cookie. It was clear that he hadn't gotten much sleep at all lately. There were papers, plans, clothes and drinks all around.

Andrew always had a particular fondness for Diet Coke, and if the cans around the living room were any indication he had made a recent trip to the store.

Lucy sometimes wondered what the world was like outside of this house.

But she had stopped asking and stopped trying to escape a few years ago.

After all…where did she have to go? All she knew was that they were in Utah, and that was only because of the car's license plates.

Taking a small breath, she turned back to nibbling on her cookie, however her attention was diverted once again by noises coming from the upper basement.

Stiffening up, she turned to look at Andrew, but he was still looking through the fridge for frosting.

Had one of the bots made it up to the upper basement? Was this another test? Another experiment? To lure her into a false sense of security before he sent one of the bots after her?

"Lucy?" His voice called, causing her to jump and flail her arms stumbling back and hitting the cabinets behind her.

The girl let out a hard grunt and tried to regain her footing as she looked around wide eyed.

When her eyes landed on Andrew, he was gazing at her expression something akin to…sadness.

…something akin to regret.

"None of them are going to be hunting you right now." He told her, his usual hysterical tone absent.

Lucy swallowed, clenching and unclenching her sweaty palms as her vision got blurry.

"Why…? What makes it different now?" She whispered, voice cracking, certainly he didn't care what time of year it was.

Sure, around Christmas time each year he was more lenient, giving her longer times upstairs, doing odd things here and there. Getting her new clothes…or maybe even a doll of her own.

But it had never just…not happened before.

She had still gone down to the basement, she had still been hunted.

Why was this year any different?

Brown eyes dropped to the plate of cookies before him, and Lucy stared on taking shaky but deep breaths.

"I don't…want…" his brow creased as he took a deep breath, "I don't want you to be scared of me." That was whispered, and Lucy remained silent, "which is rich I know. Having…kidnapped you and all." He stole a breath, "but you understand why I had to right? Why I have to have the bots chase you?" He asked, lifting his eyes to her, and she realized he was pleading. Pleading for her to understand.

Lucy wanted to cry, cry for him to just let her go, no, she didn't understand his near obsession with getting his father's approval. That she wanted her daddy and she didn't want to be chased anymore. She didn't want the bots to hurt her anymore.

But she realized…this was a chance. Andrew was a hard nut to crack, crying nearly never worked on him. Pleading did next to nothing.

The only thing that seemed to affect him is when they spent time together.

She could almost swear he seemed…saner, more…together in the head when she spent prolonged time with him. It didn't make sense, none of this did.

But if she could find a way to worm her way into his affections…she may just have a chance of escaping one day.

So, Lucy swallowed her tears and gave a small nod, for it was all she could manage without crying about her situation.

His face lit up, and he beamed a smile at her, then he came around and Lucy tensed, not sure what to expect.

But the last thing she expected was for him to get down to her height and wrap his arms around her.

The last thing she expected was for him to be trembling.

It was moments like these that made it really hard to remember that he was the bad guy here.

Lucy didn't know if this was all trickery, she didn't know if this was how he honestly felt.

But the girl couldn't help but relish in the human contact. She grasped him back, clutching the back of his shirt in her small fists and choking back her sobs.

It wasn't fair. She wanted to hate him, she wanted to rage at him, she wanted to believe that this was all a game, that he was playing with her. Playing with her emotions.

But Andrew looked different when he was scheming, when he was lying. She had seen him do it enough times to the bots when he wanted them to do something.

Andrew never looked sad when he was lying.

Andrew never looked like he was about to cry even if it would make the lie better.

Lucy could lie, Lucy could lie to everyone but herself.

Andrew could lie, Andrew could lie to everyone but the one he probably should be lying to.

And somehow, for some reason, every year henceforth from the eighteenth to the twenty fifth of December Lucy did not go down to the lower basement.

Every eighteenth to the twenty fifth Lucy was around Andrew who did not lie.

During that time, they made sparkly sugar cookies, they ate pizza with colored frosting, they watched silly Christmas movies. Gifts weren't really exchanged, but Lucy didn't care about gifts, things that she didn't need or even want. Lucy cared about the late nights when he thought she was asleep and would carry her up to the room that she stayed in. Lucy cared about the days in the backyard making snow angels and hurrying back inside to make hot coco and hopefully salvage their fingers from frostbite. She cared about the week that Andrew wasn't Acid. Where Andrew didn't bring up his father, where he would tell her elaborate tales that would make her laugh so hard coco would come out of her nose.

Maybe Lucy was brainwashed, maybe his lies had slipped past her radar, maybe he was fooling her and she was falling for it.

But when she bested him at a card game and he dramatically fell back like he was shot. When she had nightmares about the bots and they'd go downstairs to watch movies…

Lucy found she didn't really care if she had been brainwashed.

Andrew was by far her favorite, and sometimes she saw him outside of that short period of time during Christmas. Sometimes when they ate dinner together Andrew would come out and talk to her. Sometimes when she cried at night, Andrew, not Acid, would come upstairs and talk to her until she fell back asleep.

Acid came when Andrew was mad, Acid came when Andrew's father was brought up. Acid came when the bots failed to obtain Lucy. Acid was the one that Lucy feared.

Andrew was the one who made sugar cookies, laughed at her jokes and made sure never to let the bots upstairs.

Acid is the one who made the short little man named Leo scream every night.

Andrew was the one who cried for his father's approval as the mechanical rabbit stared down at him coldly.

Yes, Lucy had seen the ever famous father.

The mechanical beast that she had come to understand was the grave of Andrew's late father.

Lucy had seen the small man being lied to and manipulated by Andrew's father.

Lucy had heard Andrew pleading for his father's approval in that long and dark hallway.

But Lucy had been far too afraid to intervened.

Even when the man screamed at night from the nightmarish creations of Acid, Lucy held her head and tried to drown out the sound.

She really was terrible wasn't she?

She hardly stepped out of her room, and Andrew had delivered food to her.

Andrew, who looked more haggard and more sad then she had ever seen him. Each time he brought food he could only ruffle her hair and give a ghost of a smile before he left and Acid took his place, ordering her to stay in her room if she knew what was good for her.

Lucy still whispered thank you, watching him leave the room and hesitate briefly at her words.

The teenager had taken a dare that had made her tremble but she did it anyway. She placed the tray down and hugged him silently from behind. Not sure if she was hugging Acid or Andrew but not really caring at the time. Her vision got blurry and he allowed her hug, sometimes gently clasping her arms with his hand. Sometimes just standing there.

When he finally whispered about the work he had to do she let him go. Sinking back on her bed as the lock clicked into place.

Lucy was a stupid girl, she knew that, she wondered if it was all a trick to keep her attached to him.

But she couldn't help it.

She couldn't hate Acid or Andrew no matter how much she tried.

But his father?

His father she could hate with a burning passion.

So, meet Lucy! The decade long kidnapped child.

Just so you know, she was kidnapped when she was five in 1990, in the year 2000, she is about to turn fifteen years old. So she has been gone for about a decade. Lucas is currently ten years old.

So, another flashback! I just wanted to establish Lucy's character and her relationship with Acidrew.

Now, rereading this chapter I realized that the way Lucy is talking makes it sound like Acidrew has separate personalities. He…doesn't, at least not in the way that Leo does.

Leo is split into two people, Fox, and the Leo we know.

Acidrew is a actor, or at least that's the best way to describe him.

More will be explained on his character later on, but basically Acid is a personification of his more crazed tendencies, the more dangerous side he dons to do what he needs to do.

Also, Acidrew is a complicated character whose actions are not being excused or right. No matter what has happened to him does not mean he earns the right to kidnap children and hurt people.

I just like making my characters complicated.

So, onto the questions…

What did you think of Lucy? Her perspective on Acid? Do you believe it's a lie? That Andrew is conniving enough to fool her? Or is he just truly that mixed up in the head? What do you think of Acidrew? Has this changed your perspective of him? Or do you think he is just as at fault as his father?

Do you think there is a chance for a turn around? Or do you believe he is hopelessly lost in the darkness?

I'd love to hear what you think!