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Chapter 2 – Memeries
I knew that voice anywhere. I ran into the hall way to see all of those teenagers cowering in fear. I look to the side to see my good old friend."Goldie!" I say as he enters the empty hall. He looked… different from the other Freddy. He was taller, and he was wearing a gold suit. He also had the same empty sockets and the dry blood and old wires hanging out of them.
"Marion! It's been awhile." He says, twirling his cane made of bone. "Maybe you can tell me what's going on." I say, showing what I believed was called happiness on my face. He showed some worry, as though something was completely wrong.
"Yes, I will, after I take care of some business…" He looked back at the others. "Somebody forgot to not mess with the box, like I said." They all had guilt written on their faces. They shifted their gazes to Bonnie. "Freddy told me to do it!" He instantly ordered back, "Well Chica kept bugging me about it!" They shot back and forth at one another, each gaining some type of blame. It reminded me of the old days; when I would interfere with… wait a second…
I cleared my throat and then emitted the screech I would play when scaring a night guard. They held their ears as I held the sound for about 3 minutes. When I finished, "Are you all done now?' I asked with a wide smile on my face. Freddy looked at me. "What was that?" My smile grew even larger as Goldie answered for me."The sound that used to mean 'You're screwed'"
Bonnie looked up."You mean he used to do what we do? Kill the night guard?" I nodded. "I was the one thing that got them when nobody else did. So basically the backup." Chica responded, "You sounded like a dying child." I have no idea why, but that seemed to hit some type of nerve. Goldie noticed my face and seemed to be awaiting something for me to say. "Yeah…" I simply say as I shake my head. Goldie looked confused at me being so passive. Now I was confused. He was about to say something, but then I heard another familiar voice.
"M-m-marion? Is t-t-t-that you, la-a-ad?' Only one animatronic spoke like that. I turn to see a rough looking man, an eye patch covering his right eye, and a hook on his right hand. He had a batch of long, rusty red hair on his head. Not only that, His left arm and legs were torn away and a metal endoskeleton was visible. He was wearing an old, withered pirate boots, a pair of old trousers and a torn away ragged, cloth shirt."…Foxy?" I say, leaning my head to the side. His jaw was broken and hanging down, the endoskeleton showing, giving him a ghastly appearance. "A-a-aye lad. Tis m-m-me, your old p-p-pal Foxy the p-p-pirate fo-o-ox" he said pushing his arm to a heroic pose and doing what appeared to be a smile, but I couldn't really tell…
"Marion…?" Behind Foxy came another teenager, half of his face torn away, and wearing the same outfit as myself, jus the colors being a dark purple. He looked exactly like Goldie. "It's me… Bonn-" he cut himself off and corrected himself, "Dylan, I mean Dylan." I looked at him in confusion. "With the construction of new models, they tried to reconfigure us as well. Trying to rebuild models from other ones is tedious, so they eventually gave up on us." He said, the exposed side of his head sparking a bit."They didn't scrap you because they didn't have much to change." I looked over myself. "Yeah"
A thought struck my mind then. "What about Freddy and Chica?" They seemed a bit shaken at that. Foxy answered "F-f-f-follow me." He led me to parts and service, where he opened the door, and I was greeted by a gruesome sight. Freddy was torn, bit by bit, his head and torso the only parts remaining. He was still a bear, but it was obvious they tried to change him. He looked like a crippled furry. He looked up at me. His mouth made no motions, but his voice was clear.
"H-e-l-l-o –M-a-r-i-o-n" he said, the syllables coming out one at a time, slowly. I continued to stare in horror as Chica walked up, her jaw line completely separated from her head, still dangling by a few wires. "Is that YoU MaRIoN?" her voice was screeching and ear piercing. If I had any earlobes they would be bleeding I'm sure."Yeah" I reply the only thing me thinking about to say. "What happened?"
They explained everything. The remodeling, the scrapping, and even a performance that was going to happen tomorrow. But, fate deciding to smile on us, I heard that familiar ding of the night shift starting. Maybe it could be like the old days again…
A/n: Theirs the second chapter for you all! I hope you guys enjoy and I'm still open for Oc Admissions. If you guys have any suggestions, feel free to pm and tell me. Thanks again for reading.