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This is an AU branching off from the ending original story of the twisted ones that changes the events of the Fourth Closet.
Reading key:
"Speech"
Thought (italic and bold)
'Psychic speech'
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The concrete wall was made of metal, and at the center was a door.
Charlie stared, blank with shock. This is the door. She'd been drawing it without knowing what it was. Approximating over and over something she had never seen. She stepped forward again and put her hands on the surface. It was still warm. She pressed her cheek against it. "Are you in there?" she called softly. "I have to get you out."
Her heart was pounding, blood rushing in her ears so loudly she could scarcely hear anything else. "Charlie! Charlie!" John and Jessica were both calling her from outside, but their voices seemed as distant as memory. She stood, not taking her hands from the metal but tracing her fingers along it. It felt like letting go for even an instant would cause her pain. She brought her hands to the crack in the wall: it had no handle, no knob, and no hinges. It was just an outline, and now she ran her thumb up and down the side of it, trying to find a trip, some trick that would make the door open and let her through.
She heard John climb back inside and slowly approach her, keeping his distance, as though he might scare her away.
"Charlie, if you don't get out of here, you'll die. Whatever's behind that door, it can't give you back your family. You still have us." Charlie looked at John. His eyes were wide and frightened. She took a small step toward him.
"We've lost enough. Please, don't make me lose you, too," John pleaded. Charlie stared at the ceiling as it trembled; clouds of smoke were pouring out of the corridor they'd come from. John coughed heavily; he was choking. She looked at him. He was terrified, unwilling to draw closer than he already was.
She turned again, and the world around her faded; she couldn't hear John behind her, or smell the smoke filling the air. She laid her hand flat against the wall. A heartbeat. I feel a heartbeat. Though she made no intentional movement, her body turned to the side. She tensed, committing to remain where she stood, without ever making the decision. Something began to hiss: the steady, gentle sound of air being released. From the base of the door came a rhythmic clicking. Charlie closed her eyes.
"Charlie!" John grabbed her and turned her forcefully toward him, shaking her out of her stupor. "Look at me. I'm not leaving you here."
"I have to stay."
"No, you have to come with us!" he cried. "You have to come with me."
"No, I …" Charlie felt her voice trail off; she was losing strength.
"I love you," John said. Charlie's eyes stopped drifting: she fixed them on him.
"I'm taking you with me, right now." He grabbed her hand roughly. He was strong enough to pull her away by force, she knew, but he was waiting for her to acknowledge him.
She looked into his eyes, trying to let them bring her back. It felt like trying to awaken from a dream. John's gaze was an anchor, and she held it, letting him keep her steady, draw her back to him. "Okay," she said quietly.
"Okay," John repeated, heaving the words out in a sigh. He'd been holding his breath. He walked backward, guiding her as he went.
She climbed to the top of the broken wall and paused, bracing herself against the insistent pull of the door and what lay behind it. She took a deep breath—then was torn backward by a colossal force. She ripped back through the rocks, her arms pinned to her sides. Charlie screamed, struggling to get away. Dimly she heard John shouting close by.
As she whipped her body back and forth against its grip, Charlie glimpsed the immense thing that had caught her. The twisted Freddy stared blankly forward, or at least what remained of it. It held her with one arm; the other was gone, and wires hung from its shoulder like extra bits of sinew. Its plastic casing had melted away, and what remained were metal plates and stays, a skeleton with unnatural bulges and gaps in its frame where the collapse had mangled it. Its face was a gaping hole, spilling teeth and wire that hung in shapeless masses. Charlie couldn't see it legs, and after a second she realized they were gone. It had dragged itself, one-armed, through the rubble. Wires spilled out of its body like guts, and when she saw its stomach, Charlie went cold with terror.
Its chest had parted at the middle. Sharp, uneven teeth lined both sides. Charlie kicked at the animatronic, but it did no good: it forced her instantly into the chasm. The thing embraced her, pushing her deeper inside its chest as they toppled backward together. The metal rib cage snapped shut: she was caught.
"Charlie!" John was kneeling beside her, and she reached out through the metal stays. He grabbed her hand. "Clay!" he shouted, "Jessica!" Jessica was there in seconds; Charlie could see Clay struggling back through the narrow opening.
"Wait!" Charlie cried as Jessica tried to pry the chest open. "The spring locks, they'll kill me if you touch the wrong thing!"
"But if we don't get you out, you'll die anyway!" Jessica shouted. Charlie saw for the first time that the mouth wasn't finished closing. It was layered somehow, and metal plates began folding over her like petals of a horrid flower. John started to stand, but Charlie tightened her hand around his.
"Don't let go of me!" she cried, panicked. He dropped back to his knees and pulled her hand to his chest. She stared at him, even as the metal plates closed over her, threatening to seal her off. Jessica tried to jam them delicately, without setting off the spring locks. "John—" Charlie gasped.
"Don't," he said roughly. "I've got you!"
The plates continued to slide down and meet in the center. Charlie's arm was trapped in the corner of the strange mouth, protruding from the only gap where the plates didn't meet. She looked around wildly: another layer was closing. She was wedged into the suit haphazardly, her whole body crammed into Freddy's torso, and she could see nothing but dimming figures as more layers of metal and plastic closed over her. Above her, Jessica was trying to stop the next layer from emerging, and she felt Freddy's mutilated body lurch.
"Jessica! Look out!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. Jessica leaped back just in time to avoid Freddy's violently swinging arm. The animatronic was on its back, but it struck out randomly, beating Jessica and Clay away. Its body rocked back and forth, and Charlie eyed the springs and robotic parts all around her: she drew her knees up to her chest, trying to make herself smaller.
John let go of her hand, and she grabbed at his absence. She could no longer see outside. "John!"
Freddy's body shook, struck by a massive blow.
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"Let go of her!" John screamed. Clay hefted a metal beam from the ground and struck at Freddy's head. The twisted bear tried to strike with its remaining arm. Clay ducked out of the way and hit it again from the other side, out of reach. Jessica was still at the creature's chest, trying to find an opening to pry at, but each layer melded seamlessly together. There was nothing to catch at. John moved in next to her, trying to help. Clay struck at the head over and over, making Freddy's whole body jolt with every blow.
"I can't get to her!" Jessica yelled. "She's going to suffocate!" She tried to steady Charlie's trembling hand. Clay hit Freddy's head once more with a resounding crash, and they heard metal cracking as the head was knocked off the creature's body.
"Can we get her out through the neck?" John asked urgently. Freddy's arm continued to flail, but it had weakened, and was just rising and falling, seeming to swing without purpose.
"Clay, help!" Jessica cried. He ran to take over, digging his fingers between the plates to pry them open. Jessica continued holding Charlie's hand, which had gone limp.
"Charlie!" Jessica cried. Charlie's hand closed over hers again, and Jessica gasped with relief. "John, Clay, she's okay! Hurry! Charlie, can you hear me? It's Jessica." There was no sound from inside Freddy's sealed chest, but Charlie held on tightly to Jessica's hand as the others grimly worked to free her.
Suddenly a single high-pitched click reverberated through the air. John and Clay froze, their hands still hovering above Freddy's chest. For a moment, the air stood still, then the metal body convulsed violently. It launched itself off the ground, and a ghastly crunch of metal pierced the air. All three pulled back instinctively. Clay and John jumped away from the thing, and Jessica scrambled backward, dropping Charlie's hand.
The suit fell again and was still. The arm was splayed on the ground at an awkward angle. The room was silent. "Charlie?" John said softly, then his face went white. He ran to the place where her arm was exposed, falling hard on his knees, and grabbed her hand in both his own. It was limp. John turned it over and tapped her palm with his fingers. "Charlie? Charlie!"
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Charlie awoke some time later, she did not know how much time had passed since she last heard johns screams. She quickly realized she was in the same springlock suit, with her left arm still crushed between the metal plates, only now the plates were more open than before. When Clay had tried getting Charlie out he broke the head enough that light could come through, but now there was almost nothing but small beams of moonlight moonlight.
When she became fully aware her body sent pulses of pain reminding her of just what had happened last. She screamed as loud as she could and hoped that someone would be able to free me, maybe Jessica or john.
The springlock had pierced through the brunette just about everywhere she could tell. There seemed to be no reason she was still alive with all the amounts of injuries. I need to get out of this trap fast or I will die, but I can't get my arms free. She said to herself. Every part of her had a barb of metal or protruding, and try as she might, she was unable to move. The only thing that had slight mobility was the arm still stuck in the twisted animatronics metal chest. She knew that she had to pull it out, and after a slight tug she knew it would not be easy.
Biting down on her lip to prepare, Charlie pulled her arm as hard as she could to get it free. The sound of flesh ripping told her everything that happened. She screamed out the pain again, but knew that no one would come to save her. With her newly liberated arm to slowly pull out all the metal parts.
She managed to completely free herself from being a human skewer, and using the last of the strength in her arms, concentrated on opening up the metal panels. She got a hold on the dent that her arm caused on it, for some reason, and pulled the plates wide enough apart to crawl out.
Looking around, Charlie quickly noticed there were scraps of metal everywhere around her.
"Help! Please, anybody!" She screamed, Maybe John is close enough to hear me.
Off in the distance, a voice the brunette did not recognize yelled back "Is someone out there?"
"Please help!" Charlie yelled back.
"I'm coming, please hold on!" The voice yelled back.
Then there was the sound of running. Eventually the person the unknown voice belonged to revealed himself. He was 40 or 50 year old, on the chubby side in a blue jumpsuit with the name tag "BOB".
He could make out Charlie's shape then saw the blood on the ground, he pulled out his flip phone and said "I'm calling an ambulance, you look like you need help" Bob said. Charlie thought for a few seconds, but realized that she shouldn't even be alive and needed someone she could trust.
"No! I want my aunt. Her name is Jenny Emily, and she lives in Silver Reef, and her phone number is in my pocket, please." Charlie pleaded
Bob glanced back at the blood.
"What have you done to get hurt this bad?" The man asked, then took a few steps towards her to get a better look, and gasped. Backing away he stuttered "W-What are you?"
The young Emily thought that his shocked expression was because of her own injuries, until she looked down at her arm with her eyes adjusted to the moon light. There were tears at where her skin used to be, and where there was supposed to be muscle and bone, there was metal. There was metal in every hole and a large cut on that she could see.
The sight was too much to handle, she tried to scream, but no words came out. She saw black dots blurring her vision, they quickly filled her vision. The last thing she remembered was looking at a hole in her stomach and seeing what looked to be the face of a doll.
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