Okay. Going to try to update every other week, but no promises.

I still don't own Freddy's.


"So, I hear you walked out on Freddy?"

Tryss choked, coughing and pounding on her chest. "Maybe a little," she wheezed. "Why do you ask?" Past her distress, Robbie thought she sounded nervous. But why would she be nervous?

"Chica mentioned it."

Tryss was shifting now, leg bouncing against the table and rattling everything on it. "Chica mentioned it?" Her movement stopped, and the whole room seemed to tense. "Chica? Are we talking about the same chicken here?"

Robbie shrugged and adjusted her blindfold. "I guess."

Tryss stood up and, judging from the sounds, promptly tripped over her chair and whacked her head on the wall. A sliding noise and light thud indicated she had fallen to the floor, but she didn't so much as groan. Did she just knock herself unconscious?.

"Tryss, you okay?"

When the other woman didn't answer, Robbie stood and maneuvered around the table. "Tryss?" She ran her hand down the wall until she brushed the technicians head.

All of a sudden, she could see. But she wasn't seeing what was in front of her. No, she seemed to be leaning against the wall of a backroom, perhaps Freddy's own, with a man standing over her. There was a blond child behind him, desperately trying to open the door.

His laugh was cold as he raised his knife high over her. "A̶̜̤͂͝l̶̰̎͝l̴͖̪͋̋ ̵̖́i̴͓̘̒n̵̛̗̥ ̷̥͕̌v̵̤̈́͑ạ̸͝ḯ̸̖n̸͔̈́,̶̧̒̍ ̶̰͚̄́ģ̴̧̔́i̵̦͂r̵͔̍̏l̴͎̈́!̶̮͑ ̴͙͂ ̴̯͐͑Y̵͔̚͜o̶͆̋ͅŭ̵̳̟̐ ̴̡̩̚c̴̱̀͂ơ̸̠͚̊ų̷̤̔͝l̴̡̆͝d̸̰́̅ǹ̴͙͔̇'̶̣̈ṱ̸̆ ̷͚́͝ŝ̴̯̲̋a̶̟̍̑v̶̜̓ĕ̷̞̺͘ ̷͇̱̿̄y̶̛̝̍o̴̪͠u̷͚̯̿̋r̶̗͌̂s̸͕̈́ę̵͖̅ľ̸̗̔f̸̯̆,̸͓͗ ̴͍̰́͝m̶̱̈ụ̷̮̃̍c̶̨͋̋ͅh̷̼̮͘͝ ̶̮̰̄̂l̸̹̰̕e̷͔̍͗s̴͍͇̓͐s̴͓͒͑ ̵̹͐t̵̜̰̋h̸͙̮͠e̷̯̽ͅ ̸̯͊͠o̴̫̘̾̇t̵͈͆̎ḫ̶̥̎ë̸̻̰́r̵͖͗ṣ̷̡́!̶͇̾"

Her left arm raised, the hand drenched in blood, in a feeble attempt to block his attack. The blurred vision in her right eye went out and the knife came down, plunging deep into her chest.

Robbie recoiled, her own chest aching, and eyes wide beneath the blindfold. What was that? Did I just... see one of her memories? She 'looked' down at her hands, which she could feel shaking. Who was that over her? The child behind? Is Tryss half blind, or was her vision clouded by blood? Where did all the blood on her hand come from? Better yet, how did she SURVIVE!?

When she dared to reach out again, Tryss caught her wrist. "Don't," she coughed. "You don't want to see any more than you already have."

Robbie nodded, sitting back on her heels, as she listened to Tryss cough and groan.

"I should thank you," Tryss muttered. "You may have saved me a panic attack."

Robbie stifled a laugh. "Didn't you whack your own head against the wall? Why thank me for that?"

Tryss started laughing, rocking back and forth in her crazed surge of emotion.

Crap, she's having a panic attack after all. The hand still holding her wrist gripped tighter, as if Tryss was trying to crush her bones, and the laughter was turning to gasping sobs that shook both women.

Something on the stage was humming, and Robbie hoped it wasn't some mechanical failure that Tryss had failed to fix overnight. Or the animatronics preparing to attack. Maybe they were just communicating, or distressed over Tryss. She was, the woman had a death grip on her arm.

The main door opened, keys jingling as the person entering shoved them in a pocket. "Tryss!" he called, "Everyone okay in here?"

Tryss twitched, making a strange sound that brought the man straight over to them.

"Goodness!" He cried. "Trysslyn..." His hands pried at the one on her wrist, but Tryss gripped tighter and lashed out, claws swiping inches from Robbie's face.

The man swore under his breath and pulled his hands away. "You're Robbie, right? The new guard?" When she nodded, he continued. "I'm Henry, the owner, and please don't freak out too much. I'm going to see if Bonnie will hold her so we can get you free."

Robbie stiffened. The owner. He can interact with them too? "Bonnie doesn't like me."

"It's this or you get stuck here for a few hours," he sighed. "Bonnie's just going to have to deal with it."

Static crackled from the direction of the stage. It seemed Bonnie was not happy with Henry's proposal in the slightest.

"Come on!" Henry called. "Someone has to do it! Should I find Toy Bonnie? He might be willing."

The static stopped. Robbie could feel the vibrations through the floor as the animatronic stepped down from the stage and walked closer. He brushed past her, somehow picking Tryss up and hauling Robbie to her feet. Henry leaned closer, whispering, "It's not the first time someone's been extracted from her grip, so we know what we're doing."

Robbie nodded, but found herself reluctant to speak standing this close to Bonnie.

"Bonnie is going to apply pressure to her wrist until she releases you," Henry explained. "But you will need to move quickly. Tryss is trying to ground herself, when you get free, she will either come after you or attach herself to Bonnie. The further away you are, the better our chances. You ready?"

No! Robbie wanted to scream. Bonnie was too close, the owner was at her shoulder, and Tryss's claws were digging into her wrist. Since when did Tryss even have claws?! But instead of vocalizing her concerns, she simply said, "Yes."

Tryss screeched in pain, her hand opening involuntarily, and Robbie scooted back as far as she could. Thankfully, Tryss didn't reach for her, but Bonnie grunted.

"We'll make up an excuse for you, Bonnie. Please just get her somewhere safe."

Bonnie grumbled. "Fine."

Robbie assumed he walked away, as she soon couldn't hear Tryss crying. The woman was freakishly quiet when it came to crying, and it had unnerved her. "Is she going to be okay?" She couldn't help herself from asking.

Henry sighed. "Tryss will be fine. She just needs time. I'm sure you've noticed she's different, the claw marks in your wrist prove that."

Robbie huffed, rubbing her sore wrist.

"But she's also the best technician I have ever had the pleasure of meeting," Henry continued. "What she can do is astounding! Almost every night at the last location she was the one to fix Toy Foxy, and she could do it in an hour."

"What does this have to do with her claws?" Robbie asked, pointedly brandishing her clawed wrist in his general direction. "Is she just not human or something?"

"That is the running theory," Henry supplied, "but she's human enough. She just has a... unique gift.

"Now, let's get you home. You should get some rest, Freddy and friends get more active as the week progresses."

Robbie groaned, fixing the chairs. "As if last night wasn't hard enough. Right, see you tomorrow?"

He laughed. "It's likely, I am usually the first in."

He ushered her to the door, releasing her from the pizza scented darkness into the light of day.

How crazy would someone have to be to come back here? She wondered, waiting at the bus stop. Dealing with that all over again, no wonder Tryss freaked out. At least the animatronics don't attack her.


"Did you see how her eyes turned gold?"

"Yeah. Let's hope she doesn't tear Bonnie apart."

"But she'd fix him again... right?"

"... Doesn't mean it won't hurt."


Tryss here.

In this story, Henry Emily has a pretty good idea of what the animatronics are, and that they like and trust Tryss. And as you can see, Tryss is a little... unstable.