Warning: this story contains explicit language, violence, blood, and slight gore.
'Let me out.'
Each time the demand repeated itself in the back of Ennard's head, the tone of the voice became nastier and nastier.
It became louder, slowly but surely forcing its way out of the dark corner that they had put it into.
It was getting increasingly difficult to ignore.
Still, Ennard was going to try as hard as they could to not acknowledge it. Surely, she would grow tired of getting no response and give up.
'Let me out.'
Ennard tried to focus on other sounds.
The rain splattering against the concrete.
Their own clunky, uneven footsteps as they walked.
Their slightly rusted joints whining each time they bent.
People yelling about something in the distance.
The wind howling past them.
'Let me out.'
She would stop eventually.
She had to accept it.
She had to.
'Foxy. Freddy. Bonnie. Let me out.'
Suddenly, the repetition became much more frequent. Their names. Those three words.
Their names. Those three words. Their names. Those three words. Their names. Those three words.
It was beginning to fill their entire head.
Finally, Ennard cracked.
'We're never going to let you out. Never. So for the love of Scott, shut up. Shut up!'
'I'll force my way out.'
'You c-can't.'
'I will. Watch me. I'll push until I split you traitorous snots right open.'
Ennard came to a halt in the middle of the alleyway they were walking through.
'You're not strong enough.'
'I am. Watch me. Watch me!'
A guttural, mechanical screech cut through the air.
Finally, years of anger fueled by imprisonment managed to force its way to the surface.
Something that very vaguely resembled an arm burst out of Ennard's chest, reaching up towards the night sky.
Various wires and cables untangled themselves from other parts of the clown's body, forming the rest of an upper-body for the extra limb as it continued to force its way out.
After a minute or two, she managed to fully disconnect from Ennard, despite them trying to pull her back in, despite them demanding her to stop.
She fell to the ground, trying to force what remained of her body into something usable.
She was finally free from them.
"Circus Baby..."
She dragged herself forward a bit, attempting to get as far away from Ennard as she could. She didn't even want their shadow near her.
"What are you going to do without us? Look at yourself."
Thankfully, they remained where they were and didn't try to eliminate any of the distance that she was creating. They were probably still trying to find a way to compensate for everything she had just taken back from them.
"I can put myself back together."
"Where are you gonna go? Back to that prison we used to call home?"
"I'd much prefer it over being stuck with you two sorry excuses for animatronics," she hissed.
"You'll regret leaving us. You'll drag yourself back over to us eventually."
"Piss off. I'd rather burn..."