Hoo doggy! Have I been lazy. Sorry bros and dudettes. Life happened. I'm getting my permit to work for 14 year olds since by b-day was three days ago, and this is not a real fnaf chapter. It's entitled Memories, because Alex is reminiscing the past. This is a filler, and angry Chica WILL be next.
Alex must not have had a wire in the right place or something, because he felt human again. He looked down at his hands, and indeed found them coated in skin. He took in his surroundings where he saw a well, where two children were playing. Nobody else was around, and it was raining lightly. He tried to call out, "Be careful!" But found himself unable to speak. Instead, he could only watch as the two boys played, that the taller one made a mistake, and slipped off the stones into the well.
Screams, and shouts were heard, and the second child ran off to a nearby house. Alex took the time to walk closer to the well and look down. What he saw was truly horrifying. It was him, or rather was him. From when he was ten. The boy was struggling to tread the water, and after a few minutes, more cries for help came.
Roughly ten minutes of water treading, screaming, and futile attempts of getting out of the well, the second child came out of the house with an adult, and a very long and thick rope. Soon, he was out of the well, shivering. Cuts laced the young Alex's arms, and he was taken inside.
Soon, everything went black for Alex, and he found himself in an entirely new setting. He was in a desert town, and saw an older version of himself on a camel. It was from two years ago. "No. No! No this can't be happening!" Alex thought to himself as he saw the him on a camel fall off. Two bullet holes were clearly visible. One in his chest, the other in his calf muscle. He was robbed of his valuables, as well as his dignity. What was left was a sad, beaten mess of a man. Even his camel, too, was gone. The desert Alex was incapacitated, and was dragged away by two of the town's women. He smiled, remembering being given a cot, but he was unable to leave the desert town for three months, and Alex had become traumatized. The memory ended, and once again, Alex's vision was shrouded in darkness.
"If this is all happening, then the next one should be... no." Alex's eyes widened in fear. The last memory he was about to see was by far the worst. It was just six months prior to his employment as a night guard at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. He was in a room, on a table. This time it was all first person viewing.
An Anesthesiologist soon approached with a needle, which he injected into Alex's arm. It was a mild sedative. Not nearly enough for him to feel no pain. Soon, a doctor came in, and stuck two pads on Alex's temples. Alex was struggling against the bonds that kept him down, and managed to break free his right arm. As soon as he had, however, six people came in and held him down while a new binding was added to his right arm. As soon as it was on, he threw them off with one shake of his body. Only the doctor remained standing. The doctor flipped the switch next to him, and Alex began to seize up, and shake. Foam came from his mouth as the high voltage electricity went through him. Yet Alex felt it all. Every last bit shocking him. It stopped, and a nurse quick checked him. She nodded to the doctor, who flipped the switch again. The same process was repeated at least three times, which was when Alex had initially passed out. His visions stopping, Alex cradled his own head, weeping. It was the worst memory, because his co-workers at the grocery store he worked at thought he had developed psychosis.
The robot Alex sat, clutching his head in agony. The pizzeria had been refurbished, and animatronics just added. Well, Bonnie, Chica, and Freddy were in the back. Alex was the only one left on. Vixen walked in to where Alex was sitting, near the entrance. "A-alex? Are you alright?" She asked. She knew, of course, that he wasn't, and that he was having an emotional breakdown. After all, she knew him because his programming had been shared with her. His memories were a different matter, however. Vixen too, was a fox, meant to be a companion to Alex. Although sometimes she was a comforter, a shoulder to cry on, or merely a much needed friend. She knew about the ones in the back, and every once in a while would strike up a conversation with them, but otherwise stayed out of contact. As she sat down next to him, the Marionette came crawling across the floor, music box in hand.
"Would hearing a song help, Alex?" The Marionette offered. Alex sighed, and sat up straight. Not saying a word. The Marionette took that as a non verbal cue as to 'no thank you.'
"What was it about, Alex?" Vixen asked. Alex began to reply, although he sounded normal like when he was a night guard. He used it whenever he wasn't surrounded by people. If he didn't use it enough, he'd've forgotten.
Alex sighed. "I-it was terrible. They were memories from when I was almost human... Falling down a well, getting shot, beaten, and mugged in the desert, and worst of all, getting high-voltage electroshock therapy. Vixen put her arm around Alex as he looked away and down. She pulled him into a hug, which she knew only the animatronics could stand. Alex smiled, unbeknownst to Vixen. Vixen sighed internally. For such a tough and brave fox, he's really quite a softie. A 'D'aww' could be heard from the security office as Vixen comforted Alex. But Alex was too sad to care. Alex didn't even mentally stick his tongue out at Brooke.
You know how I said no shipping and nothing about fnaf or fnaf2? I Lied.
No uber, like-my-other-story shipping though.