The security guard jumped back up.
There was no one around. Not even one of the animatronics. This was unusual.
The Toy Animatronics were on the Show Stage not far from where he was. They looked terrible. Toy Bonnie had lost her face, similar to the real one. Toy Freddy was slumped over and his eyes were glossed pitch black. He made a noise like static. That goodness the place was closed. Toy Chica was covered in debris from the fight against Goldy. . . What happened there, anyway?
Well, suddenly all of the robots' faces turned towards him and had the infamously creepy black eyes. They chased him into the Parts/Service Room. Nothing after that. Jeremy probably fell asleep.
It didn't feel that way for some reason.
Jeremy checked the Kid's Cove. Mangle was in a, of course, mangled heap of endoskeleton and exoskeleton.
He peered into the Parts and Service Area. The four animatronics were sitting like they always did. They also seemed to be glaring right at him. . . Jeremy quickly ditched the place.
Next, the night guard observed the Game Area. BB stood there with his balloons and sign, grinning in a painful-to-look-at way.
And finally, the Prize Corner.
It was empty. The box was empty. The Marionette wasn't there. Oh boy. He was going to be in so much trouble. He-
Hello, Jeremy.
He probably hopped several feet into the air. The Marionette giggled.
"What?" Jeremy demanded, then realized he should not be able to talk.
The Marionette smiled, How about you be nicer to me? I fixed your voice, anyway.
The watchman wondered, "How?"
It gave a smirk and replied, That doesn't matter. I had my pay for it. Oh, and it was fun to not be The Puppet a while, so thank you.
"Uh," Jeremy said. "You're welcome?"
The guard was yards away when he put two and two together. He spun around. "Are you implying that you possessed me?"
The Marionette was silent and standing stiff in his default position.
Nervously, Jeremy quickly backed away from the box.
The police, some employees and movers, and the manager arrived at seven twenty-six. Jeremy had been wandering around the empty pizzeria for over an hour. It was a rather unsettling thing to do, too. Being almost killed, possessed and knocked out in this "safe" playground drains all of the fun from it.
The manager guided the people he let into the pizzeria to the back, but Jeremy could catch him staring. Which was stranger, the fact that he was alive or that he was out of the office?
He got his answer when Frank Jackson approached him and asked, "What the hell happened to your face?"
"What?" Jeremy answered.
"Something hit you, probably an animatronic," Franklin replied. "You didn't tamper with them, right?"
"NO! Of course not!" Jeremy quickly told him.
Frank nodded. He didn't have time to continue the conversation because an employee lured him away with, "Whadda we do with the bear, Boss?"
Jeremy followed them both into the Parts and Service Area. The four stood neatly in a row, as if awaiting scrapping. He half expected them to speak up, but they didn't even bother to look at him.
They actually looked. . . normal. Like old animatronic characters, not monstrosities of murder.
It wasn't right.
The former night guard watched as the movers and employees assisted each other in carrying them off to the trucks heading for the scrap yard. Off went a lackadaisical Fredbear. . . Next went a quiet Bonnie. . . Chica was wheeled away silently, and Foxy was dragged off.
Frank picked up a screwdriver and went to work repairing the Toys.
"Um, Boss?"
Frank didn't turn around but retorted, "What?"
"You know the animatronics come to life at night, right?" interrogated Jeremy.
"Of course. They weren't given a proper night mode, remember? Causes 'em to glitch a bit. Why else do we need a night watch?"
Jeremy shook his head, "No, I mean they literally come to life! They're capable of thinking and performing complex actions!"
"You must be sleep-deprived!" Frank laughed. "They're robots! You need a break. . . We're having a final party today. Stay a bit. I'm sure it'll do you some good!"
Jeremy tried to protest, but the manager had left to help the people outside.
It probably wouldn't hurt to visit the last party this place ever held, anyway. Maybe the animatronics were just that and he just needed evidence. If not, he could protect the children from them. Besides, he'd miss the place. This would be a final good-bye of sorts.
His mind set, Jeremy went to go help them haul the metal critters.
The remaining animatronics' dozen ghostly eyes all watched him leave, with their minds made up as well.
Author's Note: Thank you all so much for the support this Fic received! Honestly, half the time I felt like I was pulling ideas out of the trash and adding glitter. It was you all who kept me motivated.
Anywho, I have another Fic similar to this in mind. We'll see how it goes.
Also, I left a few references in this story. I'll point them out: two dates are birthdays, one character was named after a friend, the "Pizza!" outburst Chica had was a reference to "How To Make Five Nights at Freddy's Not Scary", the "Because we hate each other!" scene comes from "Gravity Falls: The Golf War". "Poor little soul who has no control," is a reference to the Five Nights at Freddy's Song, and this chapter's title ("It's Been So Long") references a Five Nights at Freddy's song of the same name.
Until then, cheers!
~Mew