/ It's a lovely day to walk down the road, and if I stop singing I will- 'drop my croissant-'. / Yeah, yeah, I know, I'll stop. Either way, here is chapter two of my FNaF Fanfiction. I don't expect it to get too popular on any site I will be posting it on, however, it is fun to write longer chapters. I think I have something solid going here and I want to add one more chapter to it at least. For the time being. /
Still, drifting idle among the memory, Fred opened his brown eyes, peering around himself and observing the surroundings that seemed to be sparse, and vast. Yet, even now, he was surrounded by the darkness that consumed him after his death. There was no familiarity, nor was there a single trace of tenderness within the hollowness that had enveloped him.
The young and frightened brunette ganders around himself, desperate to find the likeness of the other children he had seen, and even touched what felt like mere seconds ago. The weariness wore, and wore into him, almost as if it were attempting to keep him stagnant in his gracelessness and the falsehood of stasis. It made him feel endlessly drained in a land of little perception, or interest. The feeling of heaviness, too, wore on the lad, and continued to do so. Tired brown eyes fluttered in the attempt to stay awake, heavy and stung still from the falling of liquid grief.
The familiar, and disillusioned cold light that illuminated his small body was his only company, showering him not with the comfort of the sun, but the loneliness of the moon when all other creatures tend to put themselves to sleep. To the celestial body that nobody had paid heed almost every day of the year. Hopelessness may have emanated off of him, as his aura had made him feel as such. It radiated out with the likeness of heat that escaped a recently opened oven.
It came barreling toward him, and splashed against his bare legs, and pale cheeks. This feeling was one he was common to be accommodated by, trailed and haunted by the memories of his mother being going for long hours of work. Alongside his mother being gone, to try and earn extra money, his father always having been drafted for any important missions by his military group. Only staying shallow amounts of time every stay.
A fondness-vacant memory drifted back into Fred's mind, and stung as if it was tacked to his own weightless body in this void of despondent nature and preponderant, loathsome memories. Memories of which he wish he could have forgotten, because his life was not that bad, he knew that much. There were others out there that lived more complicated, hectic, or even sorrowful lives than he.
Fred let his troubled head seep itself into the topic, forgetting about his own isolation, and jumping right into his memories. Stepping all over them as if they were loose pictures dropped without a care in the world. Every step was a paper-cut of his life, stinging the bottom of his feet as he danced his deadly dance, vocal cords fluctuating with twisted, severed notes that would have trailed from his voice as he vocalized and immortalized every verbal key.
His troubled little heart and mind were all askew, death was not one to be trifled, yet, when he heard of it, it seemed so wonderful to be able to move on to the next stage. What had he done so wrong as to why he was confined to this insufferable abyss? Why were the others, too, confined to the abyss wherever they had trailed off to? Had they not been good, had not not done what their parents told them? Were they not honest, and if they were dishonest, they soon owned up for that very mistake.
That man. It was that cruel, horrible man that should be in here. He did this to them, he would most likely continue doing it to other people. He is the one who deserved to die. How many others had he struck down, how many others had he assaulted and not gotten caught for? There was no way… absolutely no way that this man had not killed anyone before Fred and his friends.
Pale, clammy hands clenched in themselves, quivering with an unknown rage that he would not have assumed he possessed. The feeling was so intense, and painful, tearing at his heart with the same intensity that of likeness to the jaws of an angry dog. It twisted the poor lads gut in more ways that any rope would have been intricately tied. A headache sprung up from his stress, and throbbed loudly hammering into the base of his skull. The beating of his heart quickened, and pounded mercilessly against his rib cage with the like force of millions of hooves hammering against the ground during any variant of stampede.
Fred had somewhat started to become ashamed of his own actions, beyond that feeling of intense hatred. His mom always told him that it was not okay to hate people. No matter how awful they were, no matter how rotten, or cruel, or utterly selfish. The most human thing one could do was exercise forgiveness, and not forget about the past, but move forward to the future. Did such a morale even pertain to someone who no longer had a future?
Perhaps it had not.
His throat was scorching with empty, rage-laced words. His fists had grown more pale, clenched so hard he might have been on the verge of breaking the skin of his palms with his fingernails. Sweat started to form on his head, or at least, it felt like it had. With a deep, troubled exhale, Fred had managed to let his body fall more loosely and sat suspended in mid-air, motionless for a moment.
Soft, dark eyes started to water again, though for some odd reason, the tears fell down the cheeks heavily in mass. Stickiness followed the tears, though it did not seem to evaporate and leave his face uncomfortably dry. Rather, the stickiness remained, and almost seemed to be mocking him for crying. Frustrated, Fred let out a loud bellow of confused anger.
Pulling his sleeve up to attempt and dry away his tears, he rubbed it against his face aggressively, yearning to get the tears to stop. However, it seemed that his tears had a different plan, and continued to flow, no matter how many times he wiped his face with his now dampened sleeve. Even more annoyed tension built in his chest, leaving him to make a deep exhale before retracting his arm. As soon as he had pulled his arm back, he had immediately wished he thought against the idea.
There, on his sleeve and trailing down his arm, was nothing but black. The color was as dark as ink, and yet it seemed to have stained the shirt with such a watered down color it was hard to believe whatever was on his face was the same liquid that now was all over his shirt.
In a somewhat shocked and distraught panic, the brunette went to wipe at his eyes, only for more of the liquid to continue the same flow. In both fear and disgust, he recoiled his hands, no longer wishing to touch the black substance. Terror and confusion continued to manifest in his chest, pushing him to bring his head into his hands. The confused Fred then attempted to use his nails to claw at his face, only to gain no results, not even the binding feeling of pain.
All of a sudden, there was a brisk, and sharp movement, causing the boy to lurch forward, near hitting his head on the invisible abyss that was the floor of wherever he was. He felt light creeping in from several corners of the hole of which he had struggled in, yet, for some reason, there came no contemplation of carefulness, whereas he was not attempting to find an invisible wall to climb.
Once again, the feeling of sinking overtook the child, almost as if he were being swallowed alive by tar, or drowning in oily syrup. He felt bitter cold nipping at his arms, which were the only limbs to currently be lying free. The tinge and tease of death, and terror clawed at him like cats, raking their claws down his flesh.
Doubtless about the certainty of an inevitable demise, Fred ceased his hopeless struggles, convincing himself he needs to stop postponing the undeniable truth that he had been fighting here long enough. That he can now rest his weary little head and allow himself to come to terms with the event in hopes of finding his friends on the other side waiting for him.
Still, though… the feeling of release had yet to take hold of his tormented soul, merely after stopping his stopping his hopeless struggle, he had come to a chilling conclusion that he couldn't even move anymore. Attempting to will his arms to a fruitless flail, the troubled spirit realized that he couldn't budge them. The limbs stay plastered where he had let them fall in defeat merely moments ago.
Light started to once again flood in from an unknown source that lie so far above the brunette that he had to squint to even try and observe any areas light might not have been showered over. Illuminating the room brightly, merciless, and sharp, the light could not be looked beyond.
There was an overwhelming pull from an unseen, unheard, unknown source. It was strong, and quick. It almost felt as if he was choking on air, or not getting air at all. The feeling of drowning with no oxygen. He, being dead, didn't know what to make of this, other than the fear that was following so near to the bubbling confusion that tailed on his little heart. Just like that though, his darkened world was out like a light cut at the cord. Curt, and unexpected.
…
His arms were no longer heavy, but there was no hint of weightlessness that Fred had sworn he was going to feel. His legs were less heavy, but they too felt the same. Until then, Frederick had failed to notice that he had even closed his eyes, mainly due to the spiralling darkness that it took the kid very little time to become accustomed to and discomforted by.
Opening his eyes, he took a moment to look around where he found himself resting, standing up, oddly enough. The eyes wandered around wearily before looking down at the pizzerias common flooring. Looking down even further, the lad could have felt his phantom inside tense at the sight below him. Lurching forward was a common automatic reflex for him, and yet he felt no need to drop bile in his nervous state of disbelief.
There, right below himself, were his feet, or what he assumed was. The large, plastic-felt paws rest against the flooring with an unknown firmness that only made the spirit desperately search within himself to pull it into movement. All in an attempt to prove himself wrong. The second he attempted the movement, there it was. His brown paw dragged forward clumsily over the tile.
"Kkkkkrrrrrchht." the noise itself was remorsefully meek, tired, and sad. Even though there was no need to breathe, the disdained child made the motion of intake of breath with his meager, previously damaged chest. No air came into his begging nostrils in their attempt to steady his un-level train of thought. Chest heaving in utter shock, and barely beginning to grasp at the straws of ludicrous realization.
He was now starting to envy being out of this body. The child just wanted out; his friends were waiting, right, he surely can't leave them waiting! They were sure to eventually leave if he did now show up, which meant that he was going to eventually be all alone wherever he currently was.
There was a low mechanical whirr that rang out from the side of the room, seemingly from the lesser corner. The possessed bear went to move its clumsy head to guide its attention in that direction. Resting in the corner, near the wall, was an unfamiliar purple rabbit animatronic of sorts. Peering up from the confides of its resting place, the calm and almost dare-one-say caring red-violet eyes peered up, the suit shaking as the gears adjusted themselves to the concept of movement.
A voice pooled from the suit, audio filtering in and out as the mechanism inside the animatronic tried to also adjust to the most modest idea of life that had been given to it. "Please… don't hurt me…" the voice was despondent as if it were to earnestly be begging within an inch of its non-existent life. The tone, the cool and mellow, understanding tone is what made Fred realize who he was actually talking to.
No matter how much he wanted to tell himself that it was a lie he knew, for a fact, that this was indeed happening. "E-Eth-han-n…?" the audio filtered out with the clicks of a static repeater. Occasionally making way to try and reset the word before it was even finished. "I-ss-s that y-ou-ou?" The spirit within the bear tried again, almost desperate to find the familiarity lying within the machine that rested in the side of the room in front of himself.
Confusion, and an awkward silence took over the space between the two creatures, before the purple colored herbivore modeled mechanism gently let himself make his way to stand with considerable difficulty. "F-Redd-erick?" the voice too, came out even more strained than the first had.
Two or three more attempts at a failed self-elevation, and the purple rabbit was finally on his unnatural feet. The robot stood there, seeming as though he was on the verge of hyperventilation. The reality had yet to hit the older spirit, and as it did, it came crashing down like a harsh, and unforgiving bus. Ready to crush all of his ribs once more, before leaving him on the road to take in the sheer amount of damage that it had struck.
The specter of the brunette controlled a body he seemed to be unable to rid himself of, and stumbled across the floor, almost tripping the metal-based macabre prison he had yet to know he had been encased in. The distraught child stumbled into the older one, both of them desperate to know that it was really each other that they were talking to.
Before too many words to truly be exchanged between them though, there was a small cry in a far corner of the room. Inside of another crate, lay a yellowed bird robot. The creature looking up the ceiling above with unoccupied pink-tinted eyes. The teeth hung a bit loose from the beak, and several spare parts lay gathered around the occupied bird-entity. The cry, though, came through again, catching the attention of the bear and the rabbit entities.
Familiar with the sound of the cry that had been emitted, both of the boys knew well who it was they were looking at. Inside of this horrid being was their friend Emily. The poor girl seemed to barely even process they were there. Unknowing to their presence, she seemed to be having a breakdown in her own turmoil-ridden self-consciousness.
"E-Emily?" Ethan spoke out to the yellowed bird, hoping, that on a streak of luck, the girl within had heard him, and hopefully, upon hearing his voice, she would calm down enough to be talked to, at least. The time never came though, as the only sound being produced by the obscure entity she resided let out a low hum, and some internal whirring of a mechanical fan meant to most likely cool the system of the animatronic robot.
"EMILY!" Frederick allowed himself to yell out to the girl, a small squeak came from the dingy creature, the eyes moving around as the girl was brought crashing back down to the confines of their horrible, horrible reality. The mere heaviness of her body, the pale,dirty looking form of the chicken robot that she resided within. Even so, trying harder and more desperately to get a grasp on the situation made absolutely nothing better about it, seeing as it was clear already that it was not going to change.
All of this reality that they had become a part of had not changed. Nor was it going to allow them to go to the light they sought to find, or the burning flames of which they would have tried to run. Left in this form of stagnant existence, that was all of their future. There was no real point in there being a difference identified at this point.
"Fred? Ethan?" The girl questioned weakly from inside her metal grave, the purple and brown animal molded mechanic wonders both urged their confining forms to nod to the girl, assuring her that they were there. They themselves were present and not going to leave her. Not if they had a choice. "Where is Gunther?" the chicken asked out, before looking around the room carefully.
The sudden realization hit both the older and the younger lads, as they looked at each other in concern, troubled blue met frantic violet-red before both of them went to take a look around where they currently were standing. Chica on the other hand still lay in her box, put together, but not active enough to move, not yet.
"Gunther!" Fred called out to the other side of the room, one after the other. The bear was starting to feel some sense of relief washing over himself, hoping with sincerity that Gunther had actually made it to where he was supposed to go. "Maybe he , of all of us, actually made it to the bright land. Maybe he actually got out of here…" he wondered to himself, his two index paw-fingers clang together lightly.
There was a muffled voice, and a firm knock on some form a wood, most likely it was another crate of some kind. "I guess that would be a no, I was hoping that he was outta here unlike the rest of us… not even Gunther gets a break." Ethan hissed to himself, every once in a while his voice box glitched, causing audio to be replaced with static. Though, giving credit where credit was due, it was straightening itself out.
"Let me out of -ere." the voice called, though, in most senses, it did sound like Gunther, the filter over it made it sound a bit older, and a whole lot more awkward. "I can hear you all oui there, but can't see!" the voice called over again. "Can someone get me out of here? How am I alive, what is going on?"
Oh no, it seemed that the young sickly lad had yet to be able to gather that they were all no longer what others knew themselves at. Being young, and impressionable though, the kids had yet to come to terms with the mere inconveniences of impossibility or even constraints of logistics or the lack of otherworldly beliefs. However, there was always the belief of light at the end of their lives. The belief that when they departed as someone old and wise, they would finally be able to find that bright happy place their parents always talked about to them.
"Gunther… we're not… I am sure you remember what happened…" Ethan walked over to the noisy crate, gently touching the obscuring object that held his younger friend inside of it. The knocking on the confinement quickly was replaced with a deafening quiet stillness. The oldest child made his way to find the lip of the crate in an attempt to open it. He knew that being frank and honest about it was a bit brash… but it was better than finding out after getting one's hopes too high in the first place.
"Come on Emily, can you come over here and help us open this crate? It seems to be stuck…" Fred asked the older girl after walking over to where the older lad had made his way across the room to attempt to open the box rattled a little as Gunther, on the inside, shook it with his mechanical body. Though what he had been turned into had yet to be revealed.
Fred felt is insides constantly tightening, or at least, he thought he had. Beyond his point of living, the pains he was feeling were most likely of the phantom nature. He was so familiarized with them and their situations that even in death, it was just a bit as if he were of the living.
Collecting himself for the nth time, he knew he needed to push his own feelings off the to the side for his friend, and just come back to it later.
With firm paws and a lot of effort, the animatronic bodies all managed to pull the tightly sealed cap of the crate off, and stared at the body that Gunther had ended up inside of. The animal in question was a fire hydrant red color, with a slightly lighter belly, though, in all honesty, from a distance, one would not be able to really tell the difference. Other objects inside of the crate included a spare 'hand', and other loose parts that would have to be used to repair him sooner or later. One of the only other notable things was that the fox animatronic body had metal feet, and brown legs, most likely to signify some sort of pants or of the like.
The one thing that Fred had taken note of was that he, Emily and Ethan were all stuck within some heavy and cumbersome bodies, and, for the most part were unclothed (at least in a sense). After all of them checked to make sure the sickly friend of theirs was okay, they all backed up to give him space. The second oldest made sure to attempt to get used to standing as soon as possible.
After movement was figured out, the heaviness of the reality settled in over every single one of them, and the aura in the room became somber and heavy, soon replacing the borderline wonder and confusion that all of them had felt. Heaviness was evident, even more so now that there was nothing to accompany it other than the deafening silence.
"... What did we ever do wrong?" Fred asked out to the open air of the room. The question fell on dull awareness and soon took to the wind like lost leaves. There were no answers for this, so what was there to say? What HAD they done wrong that warranted their slaughter, from just from this last half and hour alone, it seemed these cumbersome suits were a punishment of some kind. "I want to know what we all did wrong! What did we all do to deserve this punishment, huh?! Why trap us here, where we can't even get outside of the room?!" the yelling from the youngest was starting to become broken up and hoarse, if there was such a way to do so.
Ethan quickly made his way over to the worked up friend, and clumsily hugged him, awkwardly due to the prison he was inside of. The other leaned into it, letting out disgruntled stifled noise that would have been fast, and dangerous breathing. The breaths filtered out through the static, and soon died on the end of the wave of sound just to be replaced with another.
"I can't feel the warmth, anymore, Ethan… I can't feel it anymore…" The distraught younger spirit called desperately to the eldest one, trying to get closer, following a yearning to feel something natural again. To hear the beating of the others heart as they comforted each other. Sometimes, if Ethan was generous, he would also comb his fingers through Fred's hair (Which is a common action that a lot of people like.) Fred's grip on the other tightened, his mechanical fingers locking briefly, before becoming loose again.
Emily and Gunther, knowing well that they were not too far behind in getting worked up walked over as well, and they joined into the comfortless hug, wanting to calm themselves, and the youngest of the group. Even in these bodies, it seemed so easy to become emotionally fragile. They had not been able to find a way to leave these prisons, or would they even be able to?
All of them stayed together, resting in the positions they all sunk into the ground in, before deactivating. After the animatronic bodies had deactivated, Fred had no recollection of what was going on outside of the void that was his winding head. He hardly had any clue what was happening inside of it. Nothing but the chilling presence of the darkness, and low humming from a fan that somehow made its way into his subconscious.
Two men walk into a somewhat dampened smelling room, the rubber on the soles of their shoes quietly making heavy, dulled thumping upon the face of the concrete they were walking on. The smooth floor below their feet was cold, and relatively clean, minus the dust and dirt that had been tracked in over the last few weeks.
After the murder of the four children in the diner, the old animatronics Fredbear and Spring Bonnie were moved back into storage, seeing as the restaurant was already being closed. Seeing as the place was being cleaned out, the new animatronics were being put together before the objects of the building were actually relocated to their new location.
The brown bear, a yellow chicken, a purple rabbit, and a red rox animatronic were all left to rest in the room, which, in the second man's case, only creeped him out. The dulled eyes of the robots were enough to make him uncomfortable with their presence right off the bat. The overbearing size of the robots was another factor that led to his common apprehension of them. Upon getting a good look inside the room, though, he stopped dead in his tracks.
There they were, the robots, right there. All of them were huddled together in the middle of the floor, seeming to be in a position of both comfort and agony simultaneously. The internal fans of the animal robots buzzed inside their bodies, cooling down any active system functionings, which, at the moment, was the only thing the second man heard.
"Alfred, come on, stop standing there like a lump, we need to get these things packed into the truck, so we can transfer them over to the new pizzeria." the first man spoke out from the front of the second, who looked at the other cautiously. "Well? Come on, don't dally, it takes away from our pay out for our side of the job."
"I don't know about this Brent… I think we should just leave them here… and leave." Alfred spoke out to the other, getting the slightest bit closer to the animatronics as he said so. His blue eyes blinked in confusion, and growing shakiness in the mere presence of the machines. Looking at them made him feel cold, and isolated, and didn't want to have to drive these things to the new pizzeria.
"Stop being a chicken, Alfred. They are just robots, there isn't anything to even worry about other than their size and weight. Just help me get them back into their crates or something, that way we can get going! This place is going to be dozed tomorrow, make sure to grab any other things we find here that might be useful." Brent spoke out to the other, growing agitated with his apprehensiveness. The brunette then went to put the red fox back into his crate. He never even thought about where the animatronics had been before they were found a second ago.
"Brent, really, I think we need to leave these here… I don't like the feeling I am getting off these… these THINGS." the blonde backed up from the huddled group, before sighing, trying to recompose himself with a huge lack of accomplishment on the matter. "I don't trust them, something about them feels … off." he stated, before looking around the room nervously.
"Can it, Al, we both know that they are just robots, there is nothing they can do to you, not to mention they were powered off anyways. You are fine, I swear to god." Brent, as the other could tell, was easily becoming annoyed with the more meek man's antics. "You are just paranoid, ever since that incident back in 1983, you have been nothing more than a bumbling mess. These robots don't have a mind of their own."
"You would better understand what was going on if you were there, Brent. You don't know the full scope of what happened, I do." Alfred grumbled before he nervously looked down at his shuffling feet. "It doesn't help that I was part of the reason that it happened." the blue eyed man mentioned under his breath.
"What do you mean you were part of the reason as to why it happened? Every single time you say something about it, you make it sound like you just watched from a distance. What did little Al do to cause such a problem, huh?" the voice from Brent was a little bit condescending, though, part of it was laced with a little bit of a common interest in the conversation.
Al somewhat made a small curse to himself, wishing he had not even mentioned the past, at this point, however, he was the one who provided the hot water this time, might as well swim in it to get it over with. "I was one of the bullies that pushed Micheal's brother up to the machine, before it bit down on his skull." Alfred whispered out before he looked to the side, making sure not to say much about it afterwards for a good few minutes in the least.. "I saw that thing. It was as if there was some kind of twisted recognition, before the thing brought down it's jaw. The head of the robot did not slip, even if it did, the pressure would not have been enough to even hurt Jesse back then.
"So…" the voice from Brent changed from one of general disinterest and relative annoyance to one that seemed to be a little bit more understanding in nature. "To put it simply, because of something that happened in the past with a different animatronic, and you and your friends collective mistakes, that is why the kid died?" the brunette was trying to make sure he had all of the information that the other was giving him correct and down par.
There was a nod from Alfred, before he looked to the side, not wanting to see the others face. His own expression went from pained, to mostly unreadable. No words were spoken between the two, and once there was almost certain to be no more conversation, Alfred made his way over to a corner where he saw several loose parts and other objects of the like. Off to the side there was a crate that was still in relative good condition.
"I guess this will work for now…" the man said to himself, before he made his way over to it. Picking up the box, there was a light shifting across the floor, causing the blonde to instantly become nervous, thus making him drop the box. A relatively loud thud was heard as the crate it the ground, causing Brent to jump from all the way across the room.
Upon the noise of the crate hitting the floor, there was enough of a disturbance to finally stir Fred and Ethan awake, at least. Emily, and Gunther however remained deactivated, leaning where they had before they had taken the time to gain what might have been assumed to be 'rest'. The spirit in the bear looked around quickly, cautious and quick, before spotting the two living people that were in the room with them.
Not forgetting what form he was currently in, but hoping for help, Fred made his way to stand up where he was at, causing both the brunette and the blonde to shout in shock, before backing up to their respective sides of the rooms. Alfred was already screaming, whereas Brent was about half way there.
"What the heck is going one over here?!" Brent called out to the blonde, before his brown eyes shifted uncomfortably at the form of the bear. The bear made his way over clumsily, or at least he had tried to. The rabbit had started to speak to the other active animatronic, a tone of concern coming through it.
"Fred, they are scared, you might want to back up a bit, I don't think they are going to listen to us." Ethan spoke through the rabbit, before the brown animatronic went to pull himself to a stop. "I don't think they are going to be able to understand what is going on… we sure don't." when the second part of what Ethan was trying to say was starting to leave the voice box, the voice became jumbled and turned into static.
"They are alive? How? You know why, never mind, just help me turn them off, the sooner we are done with these things, the sooner we can get our paychecks, and leave this place. Come on, you get the rabbit, I will get the bear! The power switches should be on the back right under the head on the endoskeleton." Brent quickly stated to the other, before he made a move to run forward quickly.
"Wait, off? We don't want to be turned off, we want he-" the bear started to say to the charging man, making his way to move to try and avoid the oncoming pursuer, failing drastically as he still was not used to his robotic host. Before he knew it, his world was snapped out like a light, or at least the feeling of anything he could control was. Soon thereafter his own world had started to fade into the black oblivion that it had been before.
"Fred!" the voice was quick, and worried from the rabbit animatronic, before he heard another rushing of footsteps. Before he could turn around though, the host that held Ethan also fell limp, clanging on the floor. Alfred went to turn off the other two, before anything else could happen, taking in a shakey, pained breath after the deeds were done.
"We need to hurry up and get these things outta here. I don't know what is going on, but I guess you were not bluffing when you said these things were alive. Hurry up, let's go, we need to make sure that we just drop these off and go. DO NOT say anything to the company owners about this! They could cut down our pay, or they could even report it to the police and say we need to go to a mental doctor!"
"What if they are aggressive? They could hurt everyone in the restaurant! Are you dense?!" Alfred questioned the other, before glaring up to him, and setting up to get the truck started. "What are we supposed to even do now?!"
"We do as I told you we are doing. No questions asked, Alfred!"
Brent hurriedly called to the other, before making his way to the front of the younger man. His brown eyes glaring down into the others blue ones with both worry, and subtle disbelief. "We need to make sure that we just do our job. It is not our job to fail to get them these THINGS, whatever they are. It is NOT our job to advise against the restaurant using them." he spoke clear, and quick, then, after a moment he backs himself away from the young man, who was now nervously looking to the ground.
"Yeah…. Yeah… I understand…" Alfred said to Brent, before he went to go and grab a couple of the limbs on the bear animatronic. On the left foot, as soon as he lifted it up, there was an imprinted label of the robot's name. "Freddy Fazbear" the name read, Alfred uttering it under his breath.
Making a motion to get closer to the thing, Alfred retracted himself immediately as soon as a rancid scent hit his nose with a force no less powerful than a raging bull. The smell was acrid, and stung at the nostrils with an unknown slam of power he wished that he had no ability to smell at all in that instant. His nose scrunched, and brows knit together, the man coughed and brought the collar of his shirt over his nose quickly.
"What is that putrid smell?!" he called the other man, before looking back down at the man, who was too, holding his nose in disgust. Yet, somehow, the scent had been hidden from them all the time before they went to pick up the animal robots."I think it is coming from the torso, we could open it to see what is going on-"
"Use your brain Alfred, I said we are not messing with these things. Besides, didn't you hear what the boss was saying to a more common worker yesterday?! These animatronics can't have their chest pieces removed, it makes them bug out. The factory that issued them out even said not to remove the chest pieces unless there is an intention to discard the machine!"
"Seriously? How are we supposed to clean it then? How are they supposed to do maintenance on it?" the blonde asked the other, before going to rub at his temples. Stress from the situation, and memories from what he had caused to happen years ago were all flooding back, making him want to back into the corner, curl up, and just stop existing.
"I don't know but that is their problem. Hurry up, I don't wish to be here any longer than you do, and the sooner we get out of here, the better off we will be!" Brent aggressively stated to the other, his patience running shallow with him. "I just want to get out of this building, and preferably never come back here."
"I don't wanna be in here anymore either…" the blue eyed male mumbled to himself before he slowly walked back over to where the bear was resting on the ground. Keeping his face in his shirt, he and the other used all their strength to hoist the bear up, and plopped him back into his box. "Good riddance…" the blonde thought to himself queasily.
A few more trips of attempting to get the robots back into their boxes and they were done with most of the heavy labor. The next task was gathering up all of the small parts and pieces, and any other loose objects left from the restaurant that was now being destroyed. Quickly gathering up the animatronic heads, for costumes, Alfred pulled himself to a halt.
Staring at the head of the Bonnie head that he had picked up, he got memories, those bothersome flashbacks of what he and his friends had done to Micheal Afton's little brother, Jesse.
(Flashback) -
Jesse, who was a nervous little kid by nature hung out in the corner of the room, sitting next to the ginger haired sister of his, Elizabeth. Both of them were talking, while the younger sibling hugged his Fredbear plush close to himself. The green eyed girl next to him cheerfully babbled about how her papa was making a humanesque animatronic that she had helped to design.
The feeble child congratulated his happy sibling, and he soon found himself getting nervous again. He was going to be getting his cake soon, seeing as it was his birthday that they were all at. The music coming from the animatronic characters on the stage was loud, though it was a nice tune. Spring Bonnie held his guitar close, and Fredbear held his microphone.
Several kids that he had invited to the pizzeria were all laughing and playing near the small games that gave them tickets. After several of the maze games were completed, the jingling tune rung out over the party room they were in, and the orange-gold colored pieces of paper came spewing from the machine clumsily, making many of the children giggle in excitement.
"Hey, Jesse, are you okay? You seem to be getting sick again… you haven't said too much.." Elizabeth questioned from her side of the table, her brows going up in worry before she looked to the side, where their older brother, Micheal, and his friends were starting to advance at them from. She groaned, though, it was obvious she was scared. Micheal was oftentimes a big jerk to them, and made them do his chores, as well as constantly picking on Jesse for being shy.
Neither of the two younger siblings liked where this was going, it was written on their faces. Alfred, from where he was in his group, saw how nervous the younger sibling of his friend was. Jesse had curled up, and hugged his plushie closer to himself, closing his eyes, before looking away as if he didn't even want to look at Micheal.
"Elizabeth, make yourself useful and go get me and my friends our sodas. Make it snappy!" the older sibling demanded of his little sister, the girl had obviously felt her annoyance peak, as soon as the other made the demand, she had gone to defiantly stick her hands onto her hips.
"What if I say no, you big meanie?!" the yelled out to the other, before huffing, and looking up at him even more defiantly than before.
Alfred remembered watching his friend Micheal clench his fists before getting even closer to his sister. He grabbed the little girl by her shirt, before grumbling. "I am the older sibling here, you listen to me when dad is not in the room! Now go get us our drinks, before I lock you in the closet!"
At that, the young ginger had stiffened and looked over to the youngest shakily. Jesse, who was watching, and noted how his older sibling reacted made a movement with his head, signalling her to get going before he looked back at his older sibling, who was currently wearing a Foxy mask.
"When daddy gets back I am tattling on you, you are a big jerkface!" Elizabeth called out to the older sibling, before scurrying off to the direction that the fountain soda machines were at. Micheal sighed from under his mask, clearly annoyed. The teen then looked back at his younger brother, before laughing at him.
Some part of Alfred knew this was wrong, however, he was bored, and it was nothing new to him. He picked on his own little siblings all the time, giving credit where it was due though, he didn't pick on them nearly as much as Micheal picked on his own siblings.
Alfred went to think about the masks that they were wearing that they had gotten from the prize corner. These characters were supposed to be released within the next couple years, the restaurant having contacted a local robot company to make their designs. The designs were made by Deven Fazbear's friend, who was moving away to relocate and find a good job to support his family under. Deven Fazbear was the owner of the restaurant chain, and William and his kids were just more recent to frequenting the establishment.
It would be years until Alfred actually saw the actual animatronic for the cut out mask that he had been drawn to for a while since he had seen the mask the first time. Looking to his side, the blonde spotted the other two boys that were with them, Jerimiah, and Cameron. Both of those two were more into the action than the blonde was, though that made him no better than they were.
"Come on guys, you saw how much this little baby loves this Fredbear plush thing, right? Let's take him up to go and see Fredbear all close and personal, I am sure he will like that!" Micheal chimed over his friends, before laughing again, and grabbing Jesse by his arm.
Jesse squeaks in fear under his older brothers grasp and instinctively went to try and pry his weak limb free from the older sibling, to no avail. Yanked forward, only to trip over himself and land on the floor, the weaker child instantly made his way to his default action; crying. This only amused the bullies, seeing the kid so worked up, and helpless.
The Fredbear plush now rested over the ground, laying near the table that Jesse had been sitting at just a moment ago. In a yearning for some kind of comfort, the brunette went to go and grab the object, only to get pulled back by Micheal and Jerimiah. He made a small cry again, before trying to struggle free from their hands. He couldn't run that fast, he was too tired for that all the time, so he knew that struggling was fruitless, but that did not stop him from being any more terrified than he was before.
"Your brother is quite the baby, isn't he?' Connor asked from behind his Chica mask, laughing a little bit as he looked at the crying face of the youngster under the grasp of Micheal, who was just laughing in amusement at the comment.
"He sure is! Come on, let's make him grow a spine, guys! Let's get him closer to Fredbear, I think he wants to get a closer look at him! Come on, Jesse, you aren't afraid of a friendly robot bear, now are you?" Micheal snickered from over the terrified youngster, who once again made an earnest attempt at escape, only to fail pitifully as he had the last few times. "I will take that as a yes!"
Alfred followed the two, carrying the smaller boy via his left leg to keep him from moving too much. His friends all carried any other part of the boy's limbs, the young lad crying his little heart out as he begged and begged for the older boys to let him go. He even tried calling out to his dad a couple times, though he knew that the middle-aged man was nowhere near them at the time.
Getting closer to the stage where Fredbear and Spring Bonnie were performing their tunes for the birthday party, the two golden colored animatronics sung and hummed as they stiffly moved in their places. The robotic joins shifting in increments as they were supposed to do. Jesse was heaving for breath as he tried one last time to pull himself free, the older boys all laughing over him as he shivered and shook in terror.
Alfred looked up at the animatronics while he was laughing at the expense of the little kid, his blue eyes meeting with the robotic eyes of the golden bear for a split second. Looking up into the contraptions lifeless eyes was almost surreal, it was as if he could see someone in there, looking down on him in a somewhat condescending, yet confused manner.
Stopping for a moment, Alfred continued to stare into the eyes of the bear, before blinking, and shaking his head in a state of confusement. The eyes went back to looking as empty and artificially friendly as possible. His attention was gained again by the voice of Micheal, speaking to them once more.
"Come on guys, I think he wants to get even closer! He wants to give Fredbear a big ol' kiss!" the teen laughed as his Foxy mask slipped a little, falling over his face even more than it had already been placed to begin with.
"Who are we to deny the birthday what he wants? Come on guys, lets get him even closer, pucker up, buttercup!" Jerimiah laughed as he, as well as the rest of the boys, hoisted Jesse over their heads, holding him still, despite his utterly chilling cries and pleading to be put down.
"Please, please, put me down! I don't want to be up here anymore, I'm scared! Micheal, please, put me down!" the child only repeats the words please over and over again, almost as if he were a broken record.
One of the attendees of the party room floor, finally spotted the commotion, having to clean up several messes and listen to screaming children, he came back from disposing of the garbage that several of the ignorant brats had tossed onto the floor. As soon as he spots the group of teens with the little boy, he grows angry, calling to them from across the room. "Hey, you brats need to get away from the stage, now, that is not any area for you to play!"
Nobody heard him though, leading the man to make a quick pace to try and go over to physically remove the boys from the situation.
Alfred watched as they shoved the head of Jesse into the golden animatronics mouth, and with a firm push, the little kid had his head completely sandwiched between the gleaming metallic teeth of the large golden bear of the restaurant. The bear still moved from side to side, singing it's tune as it moved its arm, the microphone loose in the hand as it usually was.
The worker of the restaurant was almost close enough to the group to be able to be heard more clearly, maybe even close enough to touch them in the next couple seconds, before he slipped on a soda mess that had been made somewhat recently, falling backward on the hard tile flooring and landing on his his hip. The awkward fall left the man in nothing but pain, his sides hurting, and unable to move properly.
Over where the teens were, Jesse had tried to remove his head from the mouth of the animatronic, though he couldn't get himself to free his arms to pull himself back. He heard clicking inside of the robots, followed by a soft sighing, and small remorseful squeak of the gears. The robot had stopped moving, just a bit.
Jesse made another desperate call, sobbing inside of the jaws of the animatronic, unable to hear a gear that had started to spin awkwardly from the inner workings of the mechanical animal character. "Please Micheal, I'm scar-" before the little boy could finish his sentence, there was a sickening snap, and a clang of a gear, and, within milliseconds afterward a sickening snap, crunch, and the sound of liquid falling on the floor.
Alfred looked up in horror and shock, seeing the bleeding body of the child twitching for only a couple seconds before those insignificant actions too came to a halt. No words were spoken, everyone in the pizzeria that had seen the incident were staring in mortification at the still body of the boy, while older ones had gone to cover the eyes of the younger children in the party room.
"J-Jesse?" Spoke a girl from the doorway, carrying five sodas clumsily in her arms, all at once though, they hit the floor, splashing all over the tile in front of the doorway. "J-Jes-" Her words kept getting cut short, the shock, and sheer horror of the sight in front of he was making the ginger draw a blank.
Alfred too looked on in horror, seeing some of the blood dripping down to the floor from the body of the body of the little boy, Micheal was in shock. "I-I didn't mean it,honest! I didn't mean to, oh my god.. oh god. I am sorry, I am so sorry..!"
As the memory fades, loud music plays over the blackness overtaking the mind of which it had been produced. Keen blue eyes wandering around the void as the world of dreams was ripped away and replaced with darkness.
"How did it all come to this? Why ae y