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Chapter 5

Mind Sweeper

Rachel hadn't seen the car until the last second. Of course, it was dark, and it had its headlights off, but that shouldn't have been an excuse, especially for someone like her. Not seeing a car just because its headlights were off was like not seeing someone because they weren't flashing a beacon up into the sky.

She didn't like cars. She kept to the footpath, crossing roads only when necessary. And she'd never gotten into a thing that ran on wheels ever since the accident. The other kids at the orphanage hadn't exactly ignored that fact. Rachel had abandoned any hope of finding friends, after just a day of staying in the orphanage. Kids could be cruel, and she'd figured that out the hard way.

Rachel tended to be unfocused on rainy days. The noise was nice and soothing, but it was also distracting. The constant, repetitive pitter patter as water fell from the sky and struck the road. It was enough to distract her from the approaching car as she crossed the road, head down. Whoever was driving didn't seem to see her either, because the horn didn't sound until the car was about to run right through her.

When Rachel heard the horn, she whirled her head around, and looked at the car, her hair clinging to her face from the water. He first though, was 'Purple'. The car wasn't really purple; it was a shade of dark blue, but in the light, paranoia and PTSD took over her.

She fell backwards, head hitting the ground hard as she screamed and jerked up her arm in front of her face, in a futile attempt to shield herself. But almost at once, the car screeched to a halt, despite the fact that the wheels were still turning. Rachel slowly opened her eyes, her head still ringing as water dripped steadily from her face. Her hair was sticky with blood from when she'd fallen, and she widened her eyes when she saw what was happening.

The car was off the ground, its front wheels still spinning a little from when it had been on the ground. She looked up at the driver, and saw his shock as she held up the car in the air, and laughed a little as she pushed it back a little, before letting it fall back to the ground as she let her hand go limp.

Rachel lay there on her back, laughing to herself as the driver exited the car, and knelt down next to her.

"What the fuck did you do?" He asked, and she grabbed his hand and squeezed it.

"I made you fly." She giggled as her consciousness faded. "I made you fly."

xXx

Rachel groaned as she sat up in the hospital bed, accidentally bumping her arm into the frame.

"Awake already?" A familiar voice asked, and she opened her eyes to see Mike in front of her.

"Hi." She said quietly, rubbing her arm. "What are you doing here?"

"What do you think? I need you back." He said, and Rachel frowned.

"Did you really just come here to tell me to get back to work?"

"No, of course not." He protested, raising his hands as he stood up from his chair. "I'm here to see whether you're alright. They want to discharge you tomorrow."

"And I guess you expect me to get straight to work." She said drily. "I've been here for only a day, Mike. That's nowhere near long enough for my leg to have healed, and you know that. So I'm guessing that you passed a little money under the desk, didn't you?"

Mike chuckled as he walked over to her, hands behind his back.

"Smart. I should have expected that from you. Speaking of which, if you need anything for tonight, I reckon that I could get it for you." Rachel gave him an odd look, then remembered Foxy. When she'd pressed the Light button, he'd malfunctioned. There was no way she could face four animatronics again. She needed a way to minimise the threat.

"I'm gonna need a flashlight." She said. Then she added, "And some batteries."

xXx

Freddy and the others sighed in relief, as their servos unlocked and they could move freely again. It was 12 am, but Rachel hadn't returned yet. She was probably still in the hospital; Mike had told him that he'd done quite a number on her.

Freddy chuckled, leaping off the Show Stage just as Foxy pulled back his curtain and came down to join him, his feet clanking heavily against the tiles.

"The lass is powerful." Foxy mused as Bonnie and Chica walked around. "Never seen a night guard like her."

"Indeed." Freddy agreed. "It's interesting, don't you think? She has abilities which no human should have. I thought that Bonnie and Chica were exaggerating, up until when…"

"When she blew ye'r damn head open, ay?" Foxy guessed, and Freddy nodded as he recalled the memory.

"That was most unpleasant. Luckily my soul was connected to the frame of the endoskeleton, so I'm still here. But I heard that she impaled you through the chest."

"Nah, that was me own fault, if I'll tell the truth to ye'r ears, Fred. Fell off me ship and ran into that spear without seein' it. Had both me eyes, too. But ah, Chica." He pointed at the chicken, and let out a sigh. "The lass got 'er good. I saw it with me own eyes, before I shut down. Forced 'er down with a table, then ran a leg right through 'er metal skull."

"That sounds worse than my execution." Freddy commented sympathetically. "But Bonnie? What happened to him was ridiculous. I can't believe he's using it as an excuse."

"That be true, Fred. Ay Bon, get over here!" Foxy waved with his hook, and the purple rabbit shuffled forward nervously as Freddy turned to face him.

"Bonnie. Would you like to explain how you managed to get your foot stuck in a trash can?" Freddy's voice was cold, and Bonnie made a quiet whimpering noise.

"I…I'm not really sure." He admitted, as Freddy walked over to him and grabbed his head. "I…I don't remember, Freddy."

"You don't remember?" Freddy asked quietly. "Well, then let me help you." Suddenly, he pulled Bonnie's head down and drove his knee into his face. Freddy threw the rabbit across the room, knocking over tables and chairs as he ran towards him, and kicked him on the floor.

"Freddy!" Chica cried out, but Foxy held his hand out. "Stop this!" The bear didn't listen, as he smashed his foot into Bonnie's skull, over and over again as his eyes glowed menacingly.

"Now do you remember?!" He roared angrily as he brought his foot down again. "NOW do you remember?!" Bonnie was silent, apart from the groans he let out every time Freddy struck him. "Then I hope you remember THIS!" He picked Bonnie up by the ear, and smashed his face into the Show Stage, before throwing him into a chair, snapping it in half.

"You may have managed to avoid me yesterday Bonnie, because I was in a good mood; I was feeling merciful. But today, I'm NOT! So tell me, how did you get your foot stuck inside a garbage bin?" He screeched into his ear, before slamming him into the ground, one last time.

Bonnie lay there, unmoving as sparks flew from his damaged head. One of his plastic eyes had been cracked, Freddy noticed, as he laughed at the damage he'd caused.

"Unresponsive." He chuckled and sat on the table next to them. "Funny you went down that easily, Bonnie. I thought you didn't feel pain. Or is it that you haven't taught yourself to be pain resistant, like the rest of us. Don't worry, I understand. You always were the stupid one."

Chica and Foxy both winced as Freddy placed his foot on the rabbit's head, and continued to taunt him.

"Freddy, I think that's enough." Foxy said, and the bear turned to look at him.

"Why, I disagree. You sure about that Foxy? I just need to jog his-"

Suddenly Bonnie's good eye snapped open, and he let out a garbled scream as he pushed himself off the ground, sending Freddy off balance. His fist collided with Freddy's nose, making it let out an amusing squeaking sound before he was swept off his feet by a kick from Bonnie. The bear attempted to stand back up, but the rabbit grabbed the pieces of the broken chair, and began to smash them into his body, screeching angrily as he did so.

"Take that, you fucking bastard!" Bonnie yelled as he continued to pound against him with the chair. "How do you like it, when you're the one on the floor?!" Freddy seized a chair leg, and swung it into Bonnie, knocking him back.

"I don't like it, Bonnie. In fact, I feel very, very, angry." The bear lunged, ramming himself into the rabbit as he bared his teeth, and bit down into his arm.

"Get off me!" Bonnie cried out angrily, smashing Freddy into the Show Stage, causing him to crumple to the ground. "You can't just expect me to let you beat me up like that, you son of a bitch! Your name might be on the building, but you were the one who told us we were all in this together! What are we know, huh? What are we?"

Suddenly the bear rose to his full height, and took off his top hat. Bonnie jerked backwards as he realised what was going to happen.

"Wait a second, Fred-" Freddy swung the rim of the hat at the rabbit. He attempted to dodge, but it caught his hand, which fell to the ground as it separated from his endoskeleton. The bear swung again, this time slicing off Bonnie's left foot, causing him to fall on his side.

"You know," Freddy mused thoughtfully, "I always did wonder why they made my top hat diamond edged." He kicked Bonnie away, causing him to tumble towards the West Hall. His eye widened when he saw the Office, and an idea hit him.

He crawled towards the Office, Freddy walking leisurely behind him.

"You can't run, Bonnie. You know that." The bear taunted him as he followed the rabbit's futile attempt to escape. "I'm the one who's standing on his two feet."

Bonnie crawled into the Office, grabbing the bin and jamming it onto the place where his foot had come off, letting the severed metal end poke through the floor of the bin. Freddy turned the corner, and laughed when he saw what Bonnie had done.

"So you got your foot stuck again, Bonnie?!" He laughed, as the rabbit rolled himself over.

"Yeah. But you see, Fred, I remember why I did it now." The bear staggered back in disbelief as Bonnie used the bin as a replacement foot, rising back up to his full height. "I was trying to walk." Freddy swung his top hat at him, but Bonnie raised his leg, letting the diamond edged blade cut through the plastic of the bin, creating a jagged line. He rammed into Freddy, knocking him onto the ground. The bear attempted to swing the hat at him again, but Bonnie used the spiked metal rod that poked through the bin to pin down his hand.

The rabbit grabbed the top hat, and chuckled as he saw Freddy wincing in pain as his hand was impaled.

"Looks like I'm not the only one of us who can feel pain, Freddy." Bonnie said in a mocking tone, raising the top hat high above his head. "And you're gonna get a lot more of it than I am." He smashed the hat into Freddy's skull, cracking open both of his eyes. He pulled it out and brought it down again, snapping wires and bending the shape of his skull. Bonnie laughed, smashing the top hat into Freddy's face over and over, cutting fabric, breaking plastic, slicing through metal.

When he had reduced the bear's once prideful face to nothing but a mush of drooping fabric and scattered metal parts, he stood up, planting his 'feet' on the ground, and walked over to the place where Foxy and Chica had been watching, expressions of pure horror on their faces.

"From now on," Bonnie said viciously as he pointed at Freddy's body, "the bear will not rule over us. The days when we listened to him are over. Because from now on, we have our own free will, and we won't let him take it from us." He tossed the top hat to the side, and looked at both of his friends in the eyes. "All of us, we're all in this, together. We've all suffered because of The Purple Man and Rachel Adams, together. And when the time comes where they do play into our hands, we will kill them, both of them, and make them pay for what they've done. And we will do all of that, together. Not as workers, not as slaves of that stupid top hat wearing asshole, but as friends. Together. Are you guys with me?"

Chica hesitated for a moment, then gave him a firm nod, a determined expression on her face. Foxy frowned for a moment, then grinned.

"That was a great speech, Bon." He smiled as his golden tooth glinted in the dim light. "We're all in this together, ay?"

"That's right." Chica nodded enthusiastically. "Together. With or without Freddy." Bonnie laughed, and pulled the two into a massive hug.

"We'll get them one day, guys. We'll be free, I just know it. All we have to do is be patient. If you sit by the river long enough, you will see the body of your enemy float by."

xXx

Freddy was silent when Mike came in the next morning. He had crawled, with his hand damaged and his face reduced to something completely unrecognisable, all the way to the Show Stage. He had stood there, with Bonnie and Chica, completely silent. Bonnie gave him a weary chuckle, and the bear scowled back, or at least attempted to.

Mike walked in a few minutes later, an expression of pure shock on his face as he looked at the state of the Dining Area.

"Ok, what the fuck did you guys-" He cut himself off as he turned his head to look at Freddy and Bonnie, and clutched at his head. "You've gotta be fucking kidding." Mike muttered as he walked up to the two, and looked at the damage which had been dealt to their bodies. "Not more vandals…" Freddy would have breathed a sigh of relief, but breathing was what the living did. And he was no more alive than the corpses in a cemetery.

"I'm gonna look at the security feed." He told them as he pulled out a security tablet. "Don't worry, I'll find out who did this." Mike scrolled through the video history, and set it to 12 am. "Alright, let's see…" He muttered, pressing the fast forward button. Freddy watched nervously as Mike watched the feed, frowning. He was pretty sure that they were screwed. When Mike got angry, it wasn't pretty.

But to his surprise, the man just sighed, and walked to the Manager's Office, shaking his head.

"Idiots." Freddy's cameras followed Mike until the door of the Manager's Office closed. Bonnie made a squeaking sound, and let out a small chuckle.

"Looks like you're going to be getting a new face." Freddy sighed, and looked out the window. He needed this to end as soon as possible. He honestly wasn't sure what to do. Rachel Adams probably wouldn't turn up. But he needed her to come back.

He needed to kill her.

xXx

Rachel hobbled on her leg, gritting her teeth as bolts of pain shot up the bone. Of course Mike just had to make her come into work earlier. She didn't want to, though. Not with her leg hurting like hell. That was why she was going to the alley.

When she reached it, she snorted at the sight of the litter. It was even worse than last week, and Rachel had thought that to be impossible. It still reeked of piss, and empty beer bottles lay against the walls. As she walked through, she passed a new bit of graffiti; a stupidly drawn stickman with his hands holding his overly large dick.

Rachel swerved a little to avoid stepping on a used condom, and sighed in relief when she saw that her spot hadn't been disturbed. Crouching down and ignoring the strain of her leg, she curled her fingers around a loose brick, and slowly pulled it out. Bits of it crumbled away, and she placed it on the ground next to her. She smiled when she saw what was in the hole in the wall; a bag filled with joints. She grabbed it, leaving a roll of money behind before sealing up the hole. She staggered out of the alley, grinning as she lit a joint and stuck it in her mouth, and relaxed. The pain in her leg went away, and she chuckled as a drop of rain hit the ground next to her.

"Freddy, Freddy." Rachel chuckled as she headed around the corner for her apartment.

"Just wait till you see what I've got planned."