All William could see was darkness, an endless abyss surrounding him; suffocating him. He turned around.
"Where am I?" His voice echoed back at him, as the darkness leaked into his lungs. He coughed violently; every noise reflected at him, filling his ears.
He couldn't breathe; his nails clawing at his chest, long red lines being left behind. Everything was pain, every breath, every movement and he couldn't stand it.
"H...help me. Someone." William's voice sounded strained and almost at a whisper. It hurt to talk. "P…please."
As he fell to his knees, which slammed against the dark floor, the scenery began to change. Darkness turned into colour, and from there a familiar scenery. With the darkness gone, he could breathe, and he did so with several gasping breaths.
Cheery music played in the background, almost overpowered by the sound of people talking and laughing. Children ran past him, trying to tag each other as their parents yelled at them from the tables. Waiters bustled around, food held in stacks on their arms.
He remembered this, and knew it was a far cry from how it seemed. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the animatronics preforming. Entertaining kids like how they used to before it all went to hell.
His mouth twisted into a sneer, as he caught sight of a golden animatronic. "It was all your fucking fault." His voice was much louder now. "You killed him, and…"
His voice shook, as he clenched his eyes which were swimming with tears.
"You destroyed my family, and I'll be glad when you finally get the ending you deserve."
William's fist wiped across his eyes, pressing hard enough that white dots burst into his vision. He took in a deep breath.
A sudden silence overtook him, and he froze; his hands resting against his face. The colour drained from all but him. Whimpers rang in his ears.
"Please stop. I promise I won't tell Dad." At that he turned around quickly.
A young boy was being dragged by an older male wearing a mask. The boy was crying fat, hot tears which were dripping down his face onto his shirt. Behind them stood three more teenagers, all of them wearing masks. Every single one of them stood out against the greyed background.
William's breath quickened.
"You wanna know what? I don't give a rat's ass whether or not you tell Dad." The group snickered. "So go ahead. Tell him." The boy was thrown to the ground, letting out a small yelp.
"Now what should I do to you? Because you made a fucking fool out of me, you know that? Guys, go find somethin', I'll keep him company." At his word, they all split off and ran in different directions.
The boy began to sob, his whole body shaking with tears. William clenched his fists tight, the nails digging into his palms.
One of the group members came running back. "How about we use the bots to give 'im a good scare." The boy trembled, his eyes wide as he mouthed 'no,' his head shaking from side to side.
The elder pulled his mask up and smirked. "What a wonderful idea, ain't it bro? I mean, might as well say hi to them while we're 'ere. Dear old dad made them, didn't he?"
He pulled the mask back down, Foxy's face staring back at the boy who had begun to cry silently; tears trickling down his face.
"No, no, no, no, no." William couldn't look away no matter how hard he tried. He had to watch it play out in front of him without being able to interfere, but he didn't know if he could handle seeing it.
It was unbearably slow. The screams were coming out of the boy's mouth, his voice shrill and his face deathly white as he was dragged towards the animatronics.
How has no one noticed this happening?! William's thoughts were frantic. They should have stopped it by now.
He knew it was in vain though, it was the show's break and the animatronics were behind a curtain. Loud conversations drowned out the screams.
"Please! I'm sorry, I'm…I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to!" Every single word felt like a hit, he could practically feel the pain and it felt real.
"It was an accident! I can just tell them it was me! I can…I can…" The boy swallowed, his rapid-fire speech slowed down almost instantly. "Please. I know you wouldn't do this. You don't mean it." He was scraping for anything now.
"Shut up!" The foxy masked boy shouted, his eyes fiery and voice deathly. "If you make another sound, it's going to get a lot worse. So just SHUT! UP!"
He slammed his fist on a board near him, everyone going silent. He clenched his jaw, and kept moving closer, the other following behind him occasionally casting worried glances at each other.
At last they reached the robots, their hulking figures almost dwarfing the group's.
"Help me lift him up." The command was followed, and the boy was lifted in the air, his screams and cries ignored.
William watched this in horror, as the group was asked repeatedly to stop, almost dropping their load more than once because of how much it was struggling.
Slowly, the boy's head was moved closer to the bear, his hair brushing against the teeth. His head was almost instantly shoved in the mouth, his hands moving up to grab onto something in a desperate attempt to get free.
The teenagers let go and watched him dangle, their laughter filling the air as they pulled off their masks. Cruel smirks filled William's mind.
The boy wriggled, and muffled screams escaped him. His hands were desperate to find something to help him get out, his legs kicking through the air. Roaming hands found a lever, which at first glance seemed solid enough to help him get free. With all his power, the boy pushed the lever.
A crunch filled the air as blood began to drip down the golden fur of the bear. The jaw had shifted down. The group stopped laughing, the faces ashen and eyes wide. This wasn't what they planned.
The main boy ran forward, and his hands grasped the two parts of the jaw, desperately trying to ease them open. "No!" His hands began to stain scarlet. "This…this wasn't part of the plan."
William was silent through this, his hands over his mouth.
With unmeasurable strength, the jaws were eased open; the wires snapping and the fabric ripping.
The boy dropped to the ground, his skull caved in and eyes unseeing. Blood pooled around him, growing larger by the second.
William screamed.