Warning
This fic will contain:
-Violence
-Profanity
-Future gore
Night has fallen over what was once New York City. The skyscrapers that used to stand true to their name have been reduced to decrepit, crumbling piles. Rubble collects at the feet of the buildings, forming mounds that vary in size. In many of the structures, the metal frame has been revealed, twisting and clawing at the sky above. The only light illuminating the abandoned city is a small sliver of the moon and a few stars. Which means that it is darker than usual. And with the dark comes shadows, shadows that create hiding places. Which is good news for Mike Schmidt, because he was being pursued.
He raced across the street, the icy air biting into his skin and making every breath feel as if he is inhaling needles. He could hear them behind him, gears grinding as their legs work, metal clashing on concrete. Mike risked a glance behind him and was startled to see how close they were. He turned back around just as a blue-green ball of energy flies past him and hits the building on his right. Smothering a scream, he furiously shakes a canister in his right hand. Mike spun so that he was running backwards and sprayed the contents of the can onto his pursuers.
He heard a screech of anger and used the opportunity to turn into an alleyway and wedge himself into the first small spot he sees, which happens to be a space in between two large boulders. He hunkered down behind the boulders and clutched the can in his hands, sweat trickling down his face despite the cold.
"ARGH…FUCK! You're going to pay for that, you little-"
"Calm down, lad, I saw 'im go this way…"
-Nononononono- Mike squeezed himself deeper into the crevice, praying that they won't come his way. While he was panicking, a small part of his brain that wasn't paralyzed with terror thought, -A plasma cannon. Fancy. Probably provided by ol' Fuckbear himself.- He giggled nervously. –Who am I kidding? They were provided by Fuckbear.-
Mike then put on a straight face, steeling his nerves. –At least what I did to them was worth it. Even if I die tonight, it was all worth it.- He felt a laugh rising up out of his chest, and bit the inside of his cheek to prevent it from coming.
It all started with a stupid dare. Jeremy didn't think he had the balls to do it, and here he was, crammed in between two rocks like a coward instead of facing the robots and knocking their heads off.
If only he had taken his sword along with the spray-paint can.
Damnit.
He was going to kill Jeremy when he got back.
That is, if he got back.
"Oh God, Fritz, if you ever do that again, I'm going to throw up. And I'm gonna make sure it's all over your face."
"You asked me to do it. And no, I'm still not done with the machine."
The three of them were sitting around a table, a carton of milk in the middle of them. Most of the milk was gone, spilled onto the table and sprayed on a wall. The rest of it was all over the face of a red-headed man, who currently had a napkin and was wiping his face clean.
Mike was cleaning up the spill on the table, his blond hair sticking up all over the place, damp with milk.
"That was our last carton. Great job." Mike throws the soggy napkin at the person sitting across from him, which happened to be Jeremy.
The brunette sputters and peels the napkin off, dumping it in the trash can. He leans back in his chair, his dark brown eyes gleaming.
"The shipment's only in two days, Mike. You can survive without milk for two days, can't you?"
"It's a waste of milk. That's all I'm saying."
The redhead takes off his glasses and begins cleaning them on his shirt. "I'm sorry, guys." he says, squinting at Mike and Jeremy.
"It wasn't your fault. It was this dipshit that made you do it who is to blame."
Jeremy's eyes narrow and he stands up to face Mike. "Who are you calling a dipshit, blondie?" he snarls, looking up into Mike's sky blue eyes. Jeremy was at least one head shorter than Mike, but what he lost in height, he makes up for in attitude.
"You are one, after what you made Fritz do. And you're paying for the next shipment."
The brunette scoffs, rolling his eyes. "No way."
"Yes way. And that's final." Mike states.
Fritz puts his glasses back on, his emerald green eyes darting from one man to the other. "Umm, guys, it's fine. I'll pay for it."
They both turn around, Mike in surprise and Jeremy in relief.
"No!" Mike yells.
"Yes!" Jeremy retorts.
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"Ye-you know what, I'll pay for them. On one condition."
Mike raises an eyebrow. "And what is that condition?" he asks.
Jeremy grins, leaning over to whisper into Mike's ear.
The blonde's eyes widen, and he backs away from him, raising his hands.
"No. That's completely suicidal and insane on so many levels."
Jeremy's grin doesn't waver. "You scared?"
An emotion rises up in Mike's chest…pride? He inches forward until his nose is almost touching Jeremy's forehead. "Fine. I'll do it."
"Great! You'll need this." Jeremy takes out a spray paint can.
"Where the heck did you find that?" the blonde asks.
"That doesn't concern you." Jeremy stated mildly, rocking back on his heels.
Mike was outraged, but held his tongue. "Fine. And when do I go?"
"Right now. Unless you want to be a pussy like last time."
It took all of Mike's willpower not to smack the short brunette in his smug face. "I'll go now." he snarled, snatching the can from Jeremy and storming out the door.
He heard Fritz behind him. "Mike, what about your-"
The redhead's sentence was cut off by Mike slamming the door, who was to steamed to even notice.
Mike now realized that Fritz was trying to remind him of his sword.
He wasn't going to kill Jeremy.
No.
He was going to torture him very slowly and very painfully.
Mike looked to his left and found a crack between the bolder and the building. Peering through it he could barely see the two animatronics. They were both looking down the alley, their eyes glowing.
The shorter one motions with a large, angular weapon towards the alleyway. "I'm tellin' ya, he went thataway."
The larger one growled, wiping a free hand across its luminous eyes while aiming the plasma cannon at the two pieces of rubble concealing their prey. "That fucking human messed up my sensors. And you're here, with your own sensors in need of a tune-up, telling me that he went down there."
The shorter robot nodded. "I'm pretty sure."
"Pretty sure? If we don't come back with this human tonight, Freddy will have our heads. Maybe even plant them on that damn wall after he finishes cleaning it. With our circuits."
The other robot let out a sharp, barking laugh, the sound echoing off the ruined buildings. "Come on, you know Freddy'll never do somethin' like that. An' yes, I'm sure of this."
Mike's heart plummeted. He looked around desperately for a distraction, and found none. He let go of the of the can, leaving it on his lap. His hands subconsciously began to move around; a random nervous habit that he could never seem to get rid of.
His roaming hands find a rock, and he begins to knead it in his palm. Mike's eyes flick downwards, and he was mildly surprised to see the rock. Mike examined the rock curiously as if he had never seen one before.
His rock staring was interrupted by a scrape of metal against concrete. Almost dropping the rock, Mike pressed himself closer to the wall of the building behind him, as if he wanted to disappear into the shadows.
Squinting through the looking crack, he sees that the larger animatronic had stopped nearly halfway towards Mike's hiding place. It turns its head, and Mike could hear the gears whirring in its steel skull.
"If you're wrong about this, I'm going to chase you back to HQ and personally beat your face in."
The other animatronic grins, displaying sharp white teeth that glowed almost as much as its eyes.
"Ye won't do that in front the lass, won't ye?"
Mike instinctively raised the hand with the rock in it very slowly, keeping his eyes on the large robot.
The large robot growls, but in a non-threatening way, turning around completely.
Mike tilts his hand back.
"Shut up," it said.
Mike let the rock fly, and quickly withdrew his arm. He heard the rock clatter onto the street.
The noise created the desired effect.
"Shit!" The large robot ran onto the street, passing Mike's hiding place without so much as a glance.
The shorter one followed, stopping in the middle of the street. "We're comin' for your sorry ass, mate!" it yelled, sprinting away. The taller one fired its cannon twice into the air for emphasis and ran after its companion.
After the shouting had faded, Mike let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. He waited a few more minutes, just to be sure, and stood up from in between the boulders. He almost falls over from how long he was crouched in the same position. Gathering up the spray paint can, Mike stretched and stepped out of the alley.
He looked both ways, being wary of his surroundings. And suddenly, without warning, he sped into the cold night.
Author's Note:
Yay! My first fanfic! :D
As you can see, this will be about FNaF. The game is probably dead by now, but I've had this idea in my head for so long that I wanted to put it on here.
Please read and review, and have a nice day!