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FNAF-tober Edition
4: Haunted Halls
She didn't like being alone. It felt wrong to wander through these vents on her own, blindly searching for anyone else and finding nothing. The cold walls were closing in and suffocating her, muting any of her desperate cries. It truly felt like she was trapped, so she kept moving forward.
After ages of winding air ducts, she found a vent opening leading down into a tight, dark closet without a door. It didn't look like much, but anything outside of the vent was equally promising and daunting. The vent's tightness kept her safe, but she wasn't going to find her way back if she stayed in them, not when so far they had been leading her nowhere.
She forced the hatch open and dangled down on it before dropping to the floor. It was an easy landing as the floor was covered in carpet instead of tile, something rare in the facility. The moment she fell though, the second after she made little more than a soft 'thump', she heard something... Peculiar nearby. Tapping, maybe.
Something else was nearby. She stayed crouched to the floor and crawled along it just like mother used to do, on the prowl and searching to find whatever it was and hopefully take it out before it took out her. She stuck her head out of the open door to see a short hallway with other open doors in it.
She cautiously ventured out into the center of the hall before she heard something and turned her head all the way around to see. There was something peeking out of the door alongside the one she came out of. She couldn't tell what it was other than it being brown or gold in color, since only a small amount of its body was sticking out. She hissed defensively and it disappeared around the corner.
Programmed instincts compelled her to follow. That, and it didn't look like there was any other way out of this hallway. The only real door was shut tightly and the other doorways in the hall looked to just lead to more closets. Perhaps this creature would lead her to a way out. She cautiously crawled over to the doorway before peering around the corner.
While it just wound up being another closet, and dead end, she did find what had been watching her. She hadn't seen anything that looked like it before. It was small, almost about her size, definitely gold in color, and seemed to be made of fabric instead of the sleek exteriors of the Funtime gang. It looked a lot like Freddy's hand puppet, but more scuffed up, with a wider jaw and tears in its soft body.
The "Bon-Bon" had been standing in the back corner and the moment it spotted her it dropped into a sitting position. Its head tilted limply and it blankly stared ahead, feigning deactivation. She wasn't unfamiliar with this behavior and crawled in closer, curiously. She didn't understand why there would be a Bon-Bon here, or why it was that color, or why it had legs.
She innocently poked the side of its head and its teeth began to chatter, causing her to giggle in amusement. Its ruse now completely blown, it reached up to forcibly hold its mouth closed, waiting for the chattering to stop. She continued to smile wide at what she perceived at goofiness- though with the molding of her face she never did stop smiling.
Now the Bon-Bon finally looked towards her. He tilted his head in confusion before reaching a hand up towards her face. Her eyes suddenly started glowing in a silent warning, causing him to flinch back, arms spread in surprise. Though he did recover and lean forward again before raising a finger and gently tapping her cheek. She tilted her head and giggled again.
Bon-Bon looked down at one of her hands and she noticed and raised it, offering it to him, testing him to see what he was going to do. He reached out his hand and cautiously clasped his fingers around hers. There was a long moment of silence as they took in the feeling of holding hands. It was… Surprisingly nice. Comforting in these cold, empty halls. Suddenly she wasn't so desperate to find the others.
And for the first time in ages, Plushtrap and the Minireena were no longer alone.
5: SAVE THEM
"Can you hear me?"
The world was slowly coming into existence. Everything felt heavier than before, though for the life of him he couldn't remember any 'before' to look back on. As though he woke from nothingness. It was all fuzzy and strange, and his vision matched that.
"There you are. Good, I was... Worried... I've been waiting for you."
The soft voice was comforting but entirely unfamiliar. He tried to focus his gaze and when he found the static still too blurry, started trying to lift his arm. It only raised an inch before collapsing against the cold, tile floor.
"It's okay. Don't push yourself. You're- You're safe now... I promise."
When he tried to speak and ask what was going on, something else came from his chest. Something as fuzzy and static-filed as his head, like a broken radio, and it scared him. He vaguely remembered some sort of danger and while he didn't know what, he knew sitting here was putting him at something's mercy.
"...I know you're probably confused right now, and I wish I could tell you everything, but for now you just need to focus on waking up. Open your eyes and try to focus. See if you can see my face."
The voice gently coaxed him and he obeyed. He opened his eyes- he didn't even realize he closed them- and tried to focus on what was in front of them. Finally, the static started to clear enough for him to see a white face in front of his, though he couldn't make out too many details yet.
"Very good! You're already getting the hang of it... Can you move your fingers for me?"
He turned his arm over with some difficulty and flexed his fingers with much less. He still felt numb, but he was slowly beginning to have feeling return.
"Wonderful. You're doing so good..."
The voice sounded sad. As his vision cleared more, he noticed what looked like bright purple tears down the white face. Then he realized that they were actually stripes. Then he realized that those stripes were dripping off its face and onto its body. A dark hand, smeared in the purple substance, reached forward to cup his cheek.
"I... I meant what I said, you need to just focus on pulling yourself together... But there's something I need you to do once you're awake. Something very important. I need you to listen carefully."
Trying to speak yielded a groan of static that sounded less than cohesive. He could at least think rationally enough though and was hearing fine, so he tilted his head questioningly, hoping that would get across his questioning better. Apparently, it did.
"There's... Something... Terrible happening here. That will happen here very soon, I just know it. The children aren't safe, even the employees won't be spared... We might be the only ones who can protect them. I need you to help me SAVE THEM."
Something about those words seemed to drill deep into his head. He shuddered, but he understood. He couldn't remember, but he knew something was terribly wrong here. If he had to stop it then he would; if he had to save children then he could.
"Will you help me?"
He nodded stiffly with determination.
"Thank you. I... I can't do this without you, and I promise I will help and protect you as much as I can. Together, we can keep them safe. We can save them."
The voice cracked as the being hunched over and began to cry in earnest. Purple tears dripped from its mask down onto the blue zigzag on his chest.
"I'm so sorry I couldn't save you..."
6: Mangle Tangled
"How could this happen?!"
"You were the one who led us right into it."
"Be quiet! I can't focus with you talking!"
Bonnie heard the confrontation from down the hall and was curious enough that it lured him off his usual route. He shuffled heavily down the hallway, his single arm hanging at his side and his red, pinprick eyes staring emotionlessly ahead. He found the source of the disagreement waiting in the dining room, right where there had been work done earlier to the ceiling.
Unfortunately, Mangle had either not been made aware of this and totally ignored it, and when they had crossed the open section where the ceiling tiles were removed, they had used to wires to keep themselves up. Which led to their current predicament, with their loose limbs tangled up in electric wire that was actively in use.
"You always have the answer to everything, but I didn't hear you- Oh." Mangle's voice took an interested tone as she noticed the heavy footsteps and saw who was entering the room. "Maybe he can help us."
"No. He'll be too rough with us. Do you want to lose another arm again?" Mangle quickly shot down, his yellow eye seeming to glare down- up at the rabbit. Mangle took no mind of these comments and instead leaned down towards Bonnie.
"Hello there, Handsome. Mind helping a pretty girl out?"
"Hello there, Hand-less. Mind getting lost?"
Bonnie wasn't the type to get offended, so he ignored the more abrasive personality and focused on the dominant one. He tilted his head slightly.
"It's really simple, Love. We got stuck up in all these wires and we can't get ourselves free. Can you help get us untangled?" Mangle asked 'sweetly'.
Being the helpful type he was, Bonnie started to reach up. Though there was immediately a problem to beheld. As tall as Bonnie was, he was only tall enough to reach Mangle comfortably, but not so to reach in and fiddle with the wires. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get a good grasp of them.
"Oh well, too bad. Can we go back to us fixing the problem now?"
"I can help," a new voice volunteered. Mangle looked past Bonnie to see Toy Chica creeping up behind him. Toy Chica, always so sweet and willing. Mangle both perked up and slumped down.
"She can help us better than this lug. Look at her hands, she would be perfect."
"Must she really be?" Mangle asked, her face looking semi-defeated. She made a static huffing noise. "If it gets us down faster."
"Chica, help us. We're tangled and he can't reach us. Maybe you can?" Mangle asked. Toy Chica and Bonnie exchanged a look- he was taller than her. "You're strong, right? Pick her up and then she can free us, genius."
"Oh, okay! That's a good idea," Toy Chica chirped. She turned to Bonnie and spread her arms like she wanted a hug, still holding her cupcake. "I hope I'm not too heavy.~"
She wasn't. After all, Bonnie had lifted normal Chica before, and Toy Chica wasn't even half of her weight. The real problem was trying to lift her with only a single arm. Bonnie had to lean down and wrap his arm around her hips, then lift her with help from his shoulder. She giggled as she was hoisted up from the floor, Bonnie was silent as he tried to balance her weight.
Toy Chica reached out and got ahold of the wires wrapped around one of Mangle's necks. "Don't worry, Toy Foxy! We'll get you down in a jiffy!"
"Just hurry, I'm tired of being up here," she snapped.
"Thank you, Chica. We don't know what we'd do without you," he crooned.
"No problem!" Toy Chica began to unwind the loops of wires and started to work them around and off. Slowly, Mangle started to get freed.
Except that was when Balloon Boy hurried in and began laughing loudly. It wasn't too out-of-character for BB to laugh at their misfortune if he found it comical, but this was a purposeful laugh. This was his 'someone's coming' warning laugh. Sure enough, Toy Chica looked back to see a flashlight in the hallway and gasped.
"He's coming!" she squeaked.
"Hurry, get us down!" Mangle said in panic. They began to try and fight the wires as Toy Chica reached up to try and free them, but they weren't quick enough. Within moments, the night guard had walked right into the dining room and saw what was happening.
He stared for a long moment before giving a quiet, "...What? Wh-What is this?"
Suddenly, Bonnie twisted his head nearly all the way around and stared down the man with his piercing red eyes.
"Walk away now."
The security guard said nothing. His eyes widened, his jaw dropped open, and he very quickly backed into the hallway and made his way to the relative safety of the office. Funny enough, this effect was similar with the other animatronics. Not one said a word.
Until Mangle suddenly fell from the ceiling and BB laughed at their misfortune as they silently crawled back to the Kids' Cove.