A fanfic of a fanfic.
Based in the same world as the Home series by author Mable, this fic explores a different web of possessed animatronics, a cast of new colorful characters, a new setting set in a lost year, and a chilling mystery with a serial killer who came back..
Disclaimer and Context:
A fanfic of a fanfic.
While obviously not canon, this story is meant to be set in the same universe as Mable's "Home" series. The concept for a fanfic was based on a little joke of a Homeverse, so I wanted to do a little fun. The best way to sum up this story is as a pseudo-sequel with a loose FNAF3 theme and a new set of characters. Of course, the story will be in the same style and tone of the Home series with a little surrealism, slice of life, and some horror.
Also, please read Home series written by Mable. I recommend it.
Here's Frights of Home.
Present Day, 2002...
"Give me the flashlight, come on!" a young man said, aged as a teen with a utility flashlight borrowed from their father. He shined all over the foyer of the old building. A ticket booth and a turnstile area was visible for the two boys who brought some cans of spray paint, lighter fluid, and some matches. Arson was taboo enough, but they had their reasons.
"I don't like how creepy this place looks. Look at all of these cobwebs!" the other boy said, more timid despite wearing punk clothing. "What do you much prefer? We let this place kill off people or we burn it down to the ground? If the fire doesn't work, then we'll make our mark!" the flashlight holding teen said, walking down one of the hallways and into one of the exhibits.
The beam of light shined around the room. Themed around seaworthy vessels that can cross the oceans by sea and air, there was a model of both an old-fashioned pirate ship and even a luxury liner that looked like the Titanic. "Hang on. I want to paint something." the wannabe punk teen said, getting out a can of spray paint. "What is it? You're going to paint the S symbol that we scribble on our notebooks?"
"Well, what else do you want me to paint?"
"Something shocking, I don't know? You brought red spray paint, right?"
"Uhhh... I only brought green paint."
"What? The hell, Trevor!?" the boy with the flashlight yelled, unaware that someone was watching them from down the hallway. "Red is too cliched!"
"You're chiched! You look like a dweeb!"
"Says the guy who still listens to grunge after it died!"
"Don't talk smack about grunge, Trevor!" the two boys got into an argument, while something darted behind them, until...
BANG!
"What was that?!" Trevor said, as the other kid shined his flashlight at where the noise was. "It has to be nothing. Come on! It's nothing to worry about-"
BANG! BANG!
"I think we should leave!"
"We're not leaving until we burn this damn place to the ground!"
"Wait, Randy look!" Trevor yelled, where Randy took a look at the hallway behind them to see something massive.
There was a monster standing in front of the boys. Down the hall, looking at them with sharp metal teeth and bright blue eyes that seem to be daggers to them. It put it's claw against the wall, letting the nails scratch into the stone wall. A snarl was heard from the metallic beast, being much taller than the boys.
It was the animatronic of Captain Wolf, dressed in a mighty black coat with golden buttons and a tricorn hat. His grey skin appeared ragged and he had a sharp hook for a left hand, a detail much apparent for the kids when the Captain approached them with a menacing stare, before it spoke.
"Ye dare burn me treasure and my home?! Leave or I sent thee to the plank to where you two be headin'!"
He pointed towards the hallway that led out back to the foyer with his hook. "Leave."
Just like that, the two boys ran out of Captain Wolf's Attraction, screaming their heads off onto the deserted carnival row. Captain Wolf walked over at the front door, watching the two boys ran off. The boys left behind the bottle of lighter fluid that was meant for their arson. Captain Wolf picked it up with his claw, letting out a growl of annoyance that his home was going to be burned down. Another towering animatronic appeared behind him with teeth that could rip the skin off. It put a claw on the shoulder of the captain, giving a grin. Captain Wolf looked at the animatronic that was near him. An equally terrifying animatronic of a gator that showed his teeth and smile.
Captain Wolf would smirk as well.
Nevada.
Good old fashioned Nevada. A heap of desert, plains, and forest in the middle of nowhere.
Of course, whenever anyone thinks of Nevada, they would think of Vegas. Vegas isn't the focus of our little story, but it is to be mentioned to provide some context for some upcoming details.
It was the early 1990s, when the city of Las Vegas was desperate to attract gamblers to their casinos. As a result, their solution was to make Las Vegas "kid friendly" and make it a place for family vacations. This didn't really bode well for Sin City for obvious reasons. Sure enough, it backfired. But eventually, it ended when those of big business learnt that kids and gambling didn't mix.
Now, for our tale, let's focus away from Vegas. We're going to take a trip to a town north of Vegas and nestled near some hilly woods and the open plains. This is Bronco, Nevada. It's main feature of infamy?
Captain's Wolf Frightmare, or originally Captain's Wolf Travels of Fun Attraction.
Back in the early 90s, there was a company that originated in Utah that specialized in family fun entertainment. A name that would later be infamous in a town called Hurricane, among other towns. That name being Fazbear Entertainment Inc. Of course, the owner Frederick Fazzman had died long ago, but that didn't stop the rumors and stories of darkness behind the scenes. While Fazzman has died, several have tried to take up the mantle of retrieving the company. Some seemed successful, while others were not.
However, there was one business in Hurricane that seemed to prosper with joy and happiness. Foxy's Pirate Cove Pizzeria. A small-town pizzeria based on the original Freddy's Fazbear Pizza and it's other locations. The public isn't aware that their secret is due to animatronics possessed by dead children, but that is a completely different story altogether. The problem for Fazbear Entertainment Inc was that they had competition on their hands.
Before one ambitious man could take the throne as owner of Fazbear Entertainment, another was scheming with a different tone. Wanting to take advantage of the successful pirate theme of Pirate Cove Pizzeria, owner Roy Brolin was envious of the success in Hurricane. His solution was different with some of the loopholes he exploited during his time as a lawyer. For Freddy's, he could make a new pizzeria. Not in Hurricane, but somewhere different. A location where the owners of Pirate Cove Pizzeria wouldn't bother Brolin and his schemes.
Which was why he went west to Nevada during the family-friendly era of Vegas. In the town of Bronco.
His plan was to be his own Foxy's Pirate Cove Pizzeria. Using questionable plagiarism aside, he wanted it to be grand. A two story brick building with all the comforts of a family friendly pizzeria to attract gamblers and their kids to the town. His creation was an animatronic. A large gray furred animatronic with a fancy pirate uniform and a fearsome hooked hand to match. His name would be Captain Wolf. A creation that was meant to be in Brolin's eyes, a direct threat for Captain Foxy.
Unfortunately, it seemed fate had better ideas. Roy Brolin would only last in the CEO chair of Fazbear Entertainment, until his micro-managing was deemed unfavorable for investors. Brolin's dream of an insult was crushed, forcing him to sell his unfinished project. The man who would buy Captain Wolf would be a man with his own dreams. Dreams for the good and not done out of envy or greed.
His name was Augustus Hartman.
Augustus Hartman was a kindred spirit, though he was misunderstood by some. His early interests were deemed morbid and even by some to be obsessive. He was an artist with the materials of wax. Wax that was boiled and shaped at his hands. Wax used to create life-like figures and even monsters. He was usually alone during his childhood, using his skills to create his own "friends", but eventually he needed to be more open to those who took notice in him. The truth was Augustus desired happiness for himself and others. He didn't want to be seen as the creepy man from down the street who used wax. He wanted to bring the same fantasies that he created.
He eventually had a family. A beautiful wife and two young kids who would begin to grow up into teenagers that were getting involved with the rebellious 90s scene. He had his fair share of friends, including a business partner with some secrets that he wanted to keep buried and would later be the subject of many rumors with him and Augustus. With his reputation on a positive note and his dreams so desperate to take, Augustus took the chance to buy Captain Wolf's.
At a hefty fee and his business partner, he got to work. His plan wasn't just going to be a wax museum, but a playground full of interactive exhibits and rooms for parties and fun. He would make characters of wax to fill the rooms, while his business partner would use his skills in engineering to bring to life animatronics themed around Captain Wolf. For both Augustus and his partner, they would make a crew for the captain. Things seemed to be going well for Augustus.
Until.. the town of Bronco was tainted by a killer. Jonathan Weaver.
His M.O was being a con artist, but he started to feel meaning when it came to killing. He came down up north from Montana, before he ended up at Bronco, meeting Augustus by coincidence. Augustus needed some extra workers for his attraction that was soaring, so he employed Weaver, not knowing his criminal misconduct.
The rest of Jonathan's irremediable crimes are shrouded in mystery to those who are considered outsiders of Bronco. One thing was certain, though.
Augustus Hartman lost everything.
His attraction, his family, and of course, his life.
Jonathan Weaver was finally punished, however. Jonathan started some more killings far south at Texas. His overall death count was unknown, but the crimes that were indeed confirmed were enough to get him on the green mile.
Two Years Ago...
"Hey Weaver!" one of the guards in the green mile yelled at Weaver, who was currently lying down on his bed, playing with a pocket-sized computer circuit. "He still has that?" the other guard whispered. "He has been silent ever since he was sent it from one of his so-called friends. There's a will or something set up. They should have let us cremate him."
Weaver looked at the guards, talking about him, even in a hushed whisper. "It's time?" Weaver asked. "...It's time."
Due to policies, Weaver was given a last meal of his choice. A bowl of licorice ice cream. The prison staff didn't complain. It could have been worse. Something more elaborate, like a multi-protein buffet meal. Someone asked Weaver on why a bowl of ice cream. He didn't respond to this question and remained silent. The computer circuit now in his shirt pocket of his prison uniform.
They then strapped him in the table at the execution chamber. It was relatively simple. They restrained him with belts and insert an IV in him, hooked up to a special machine that dispenses the poisons needed into the body. The only small talk Weaver made was with the executioner helping with the execution itself and the prison warden. Weaver began to talk suddenly with the executioner, when the latter slipped the IV needle in the killer's vein. "You like your job?" Weaver asked the man who would help kill him. The executioner didn't say anything. Instead, he asked about his meal. "You had the time needed for dessert, I heard?"
Weaver smirked. "It's not going to be my last.."
The warden heard this, when he wanted to ask Weaver about the extra requests for his execution. "Mr. Weaver," the warden put up an expression of authority to Weaver, "we have not allowed a priest to come, as you said. As unusual as your request to have an electronic component on you, what is it supposed to symbolize?" the warden wanted to ask him, since it was a question that was never answered when Weaver first gotten it from outside of prison.
"You ever heard the concept of rebirth?"
"...What does this gizmo of yours have to do with rebirth?"
"I could explain more, but you would never believe what I'm about to do next." Weaver said. There was no emotion in his voice. The warden wasn't going to be scared off by him. He wanted to be done with Weaver, so did everyone else. Everyone else who had came to the prison to watch him die through the window of the witness room. "Do you have any last words before we start the machine?"
"...Do it."
The warden didn't hesitate. Him and the executioner walked over to the control module that operated the machine to start the execution. Flipping a switch and a button, the machine started its cycle. Weaver laid on the table, facing the one-sided window. On the other side was a woman in a wheelchair and her servant, among several others. Weaver gave one nasty smile, before his heart rate flatlined.
Permanently.
The Day After Present Day Later...
A moving truck and a separate car arrived at the old two story house that overlooked a good part of town. Specifically, the old carnival row, where one can see the Captain's Wolf attraction visible among the old carnival games and derelict rides. An once promising fairground, now reduced to an eerie memory of itself. The house was in a heavy price, but one of the new owners had managed to get a good deal.
"You like it?" Caitlyn flashed a grin to her girlfriend Lynn, admiring the modern house. It was of modest size with a second floor. Enough room for a kitchen, living room, two bathrooms, and two bedrooms. Caitlyn even knew it had an extra room to set up her office and workshop from what the real estate agent told her. The sign was still there on the front yard. The "For Sale" sign above the name of the reality estate company has been switched to "Sold". The ground below it was a mixture of sand and grass. "Weather might be too dry. Unless there's a reservoir nearby. Or a public pool." Lynn said, getting out of the car to help with the workers at the moving truck.
Caitlyn Shaw was the new business owner of the Captain Wolf's attraction in Bronco. She was a short and slender woman in the middle of 5 feet with blue-grayish eyes and long blond hair that she uses a ribbon on to shorten it. To show her urban roots and role as a business owner, she tends to dress in more formal clothing, though since it was the first time in Bronco, she opted for simple casual clothing. She was soft to others, however she was very stern when needed.
Lynn Lambert was the girlfriend of Shaw. She had long black hair that went up to her shoulders and more bluer eyes than her girlfriend. She was taller and more athletic than Caitlyn, but she had a shy and meek personality, despite her physique. Both of them met at a rocky road in their lives. It was still doing the Y2K scare and both wanted to distance themselves from their parents with their separate reasons. They met by coincidence at the bar back far West on the coast. It started with a few drinks while they talked about stuff, but it continued until Lynn lend Caitlyn her phone number. Then, there was that time where Caitlyn and Lynn were crashing at that house party and things escalated a lot to the point it was blatant that they loved each other.
They hadn't married yet. Caitlyn wanted to propose to Lynn badly, but they needed some income. Lynn was planning on working as a substitute teacher at the local high school at Bronco, along with doing some odd jobs until she was able to find what suited her. Caitlyn was a wannabe entrepreneur with a freelance job at making and restoring dolls and puppets. It was why she wanted a room in their new house for her office. Shaw had managed to not let those grueling days in business college go to waste.
Caitlyn was invested with the location of Captain Wolf during some searching for available properties to take. It was mentioned a couple of times on some websites, having a steep price. The man who was currently owning it was a former worker named Walt Tyson. He had worked at the place during it's heyday and when the place was converted into a ghost train themed dark ride. He had gotten several offers, but things broke down to the point where Tyson was stuck back to trying to sell the place again. Tyson with the help of a former carnival owner owned the property on where Captain Wolf's stood, but the attraction itself was up for grabs.
Caitlyn consulted with Walt Tyson over the phone on her interest with the building. She was told that major horrific events had happened there, but she had some plans for the building, seeing the history around the town. Her idea was simple. She would renovate the place like old times, adding in a toy store for her dolls and business, along with a restaurant.
Tyson sounded hesitant on the phone, but he allowed Shaw to get the ownership rights for the building.
"I know Nevada isn't as glamorous as we imagined, but this is going to be a new start for us. It's in the middle of a small town, but the rural life is good for us." Caitlyn said, putting some hope into Lynn. "It does feel a lot like we're in cowboy land." Lynn replied, as Caitlyn grabbed a box of stuff. "I do know that you were interested with horses." Caitlyn remarked, making sure her girlfriend had some opportunities to explore. The two women were making sure that their living room TV was brought in pristine condition, along with some of Shaw's knick-knacks from her late grandmother. Some people had said that Caitlyn had kitsch taste. She and Lynn made it clear to them that she didn't care.
Lynn got out her portable MP3 player, getting some tunes out that were downloaded. She paid an extra tip for the workers from the moving truck, as she checked on Caitlyn, who was getting her clothes neat for the walk down to the old carnival. "You're heading out already?" Lynn asked her, a little nervous since this was a new town they were in. They didn't get the chance to mingle with the locals yet, so they were bound to stand out. "I have to check in with Mr. Lowery. I need to let him know I'm here." Caitlyn said, getting her purse ready. She already had a copy of the house key for their new place.
"Don't stay out too late, though. I don't know what we should have for dinner, if there's no place for us to eat out at." Lynn said, noting the lack of food in the house. "I find us a place to eat when I get back." Caitlyn flashed Lynn a smile. "Maybe somewhere candlelit and secluded for the two of us?" Caitlyn teased, while Lynn allowed her to leave, while she fixed up the house.
Caitlyn took a walk down the road to the carnival row. The distance from her new home to the carnival wasn't bad. The only reason she could think of going down to the attraction by car was if the weather was bad. It was roughly cold at the moment, but Shaw wasn't concerned. A couple of kids on skateboards rode past her, not taking interest at her. Possibly thinking she was a tourist. It was awfully quiet at the carnival row. From what she heard, it was now meant to be the town's version of a...park?
This clearly used to be a carnival, but everything looked abandoned. It was still early in the morning, but there were little people around. The ones that were there were simply loiters or sketchy people at the fair games. Caitlyn could see the attraction in front of her that was also in front of a large merry-go-round carousal. Captain Wolf's Frightmare. The building was roughly two stories and large enough to have groups of people inside at once. There were cathedral-like windows, but most of them looked broken. In the top-middle of the building was a beautiful stained glass window above the Captain Wolf's sign. A stained glass showing a pirate ship in cold colors of an ocean with bright cheery colors making up the sky, ship, and sun. On the top of the building was a small glass beacon that looked like a mini lighthouse made for the original pirate theme of the place. The building looked like it was made out of bricks, which could help Caitlyn when she needed to re-evaluate the building's safety.
Caitlyn got her cell phone out of her purse. A bulky silver model phone, but everyone else had one, so it didn't matter to Shaw. She had to make the call to the owner of the carnival to let him know that she was here. She knew she should've called when they arrived at the house, but she needed to help Lynn. With the number she was given earlier, she dialed it, waiting for a response.
"...Hello? Lowery speaking?"
"Hello, this is Caitlyn Shaw. I spoke with Mr. Tyson. The current property owner of Captain Wolf's at the Carnival Row. I'm here to negotiate things."
"Ah! Mrs. Shaw! You're not in that building, right?" The voice of an upbeat, but middle aged male voice was heard.
"I'm waiting outside-"
"Don't go in there! Let me finish bagging this taffy and I head over there!" Lowery said, hanging out to Shaw.
"Huh. Must be a busy day for him.."
Eventually, Mr. Lowery showed up at the carnival row to greet Shaw a couple of minutes later. Peter Lowery was his full name. A man with a black mustache in his 40s or 50s with a striped shirt that looked more like a work uniform. "Aren't you a sweet-looking lass. It's best I get down to the details. I get weary of people from out of town who want to buy this place. However, I guess Mr. Tyson had arranged for you to have ownership of the property?" Peter Lowery said to Caitlyn, standing in front of the large building. "He still owns rights to the land that it's built on, but he wants me to have the building itself. All I needed to be told was that this property has a grim history that I'm willing to put aside. He's more picky with the other bidders than us."
"Oh Tyson... I'm guessing he allowed you to buy it, since he mentioned that you were going to renovate it into something fancy, like a restaurant or something?"
"Something on the lines. I wouldn't go into specifics, since I'm consulting with friends down south."
"We could use more people here at the carnival. I used to be the owner, before we had a downturn. This place used to be scrawling, but now it's more full of carnies. Anyone you see here are here to loiter."
"Looks good for a picnic if some of these old rides are removed."
"I did consider a picnic area, but things didn't go well after Sin City kicked out all the kids. I don't trust the fellas who run the stalls now. Those games? Rigged."
Caitlyn wanted to laugh at that part. Things really were sketching here. A slight smile of amusement which Lowery saw.
"Let me give you some advice.." Lowery stopped for a moment, closing his eyes briefly and letting out a snort. "If you get scared off, no one's going to blame you."
"Scared off from what?"
"Miss Shaw." Lowery made himself act serious. "You may have been kept in the dark on this building's rich history, but most of the town is afraid of what suppose to be in this thing. I'm not going to step inside of it, because of how cursed it is."
"Cursed? You think I'm someone who thinks things can be cursed."
"The town is going through a lot before you arrived here. Some people are blaming Captain Wolf's and are willing to do anything to rid them of their burden. Tell me what you know about this attraction before you arrived."
"Tyson did told me about the massacre here, but that's why I feel more connected to be here. I want to bring back life to this place. The townspeople might be afraid of the past, but I want to get rid of that and start anew."
"You really don't know about the stories after the very terrible things happened, don't you?"
"Like what?"
"This isn't just an abandoned building and attraction. At certain nights, the lights go on at night and mysterious noises are heard. You want to know why people don't go here? If it's a quiet day and you're all alone at this building. You might get yourself attacked by one of the animatronics. They are said to come alive to try to kill you, until you leave."
Caitlyn wanted to laugh at what Lowery said, but she was analyzing his reactions as he spoke. Was he really serious? Caitlyn didn't believe in the supernatural or ghosts. If Lowery was trying to convince Caitlyn to leave, it was a bad move. Caitlyn was a complete skeptic. Depending on if that was a benefit or burden was yet to be known.
"If there are killer animatronics, why doesn't the town do anything about it?"
"The town wanted to demolish the place, but even the demo crew got scared off. On the night before they were planning on knocking the place down with a wrecking ball, something torn up the equipment and left scratch marks all over the excavator. Someone even found something in white lettering saying 'LEAVE' in capital letters."
"When did this happen?"
"A year or two ago."
"It could have been squatters. I don't have a problem with them."
"Then, there was the time shortly after. A demolitions supervisor went outside the place at night to make plans for setting explosives. He ran out with some of his bones broken! His hands were crushed by something! He said it was a giant gator that nearly killed him!" Lowery said, a sense of sensationalism with the stories he told.
"Mr. Lowery. I'm aware that you are concerned for me and the town, but I'm standing still on the promise I made. If there is any problems with the attraction, I'll be sure to notify you or Mr. Tyson in the future." Caitlyn said with some sternness. She got this far and wasn't going to turn back with Lynn.
"You call either me or Tyson if something happens here. It's best you don't go in alone. You never know what's in there." Lowery said to her as a warning, before he was forced to attend to other matters.
Caitlyn wasn't going to go inside right away. She needed to check up on Lynn to see how things were at the house. She had her back turned, phoning her girlfriend to see how she was doing. "Lynn, you're there?" Caitlyn said, eager to see how she was back at the house.
"Yeah, I'm here! How's things at Captain Wolf's?"
"I just spoke with the carnival owner. He seems hesitant, but I need to check on the building to see how up to code it is. Along with some other things." Caitlyn said, turning her back away from the attraction, facing the merry-go-round.
"Why would he be hesitant?
"Some stories he told me.. It shouldn't worry me. I'll be back at the house in a half a hour."
"What if you're not back?"
"You should know where it is. I'll be alright, Lynn! There's no need to worry about me."
"Come back, safe and sound, Caitlyn."
"I will. Bye."
Caitlyn hung up the phone. She didn't really need to worry about anything. She did think there was some truth to the stories, but she shouldn-
Wait, what was this feeling that Caitlyn suddenly felt?
Was someone watching her?
Caitlyn turned back around, where she got a glimpse of something at one of the windows on the second floor. What was that? It was a white blur of something. Part of her didn't want to go in there alone, but she needed to get herself on track. She checked her purse quick to make sure she had her phone and something else she carries with her. A can of pepper spray. She rarely uses it, but she keeps it with her, whenever she used to go out at night back at the city. An abandoned dark ride wouldn't be a problem for her. Part of her wanted to head back to the house to get a flashlight, but she wanted to conserve time.
Heading to the large double doors of the attraction, she put her hand over the doorknob, turning it before opening the door. With a couple of steps, she stepped inside of Captain Wolf's Frightmare.