AUTHORS NOTE:
Sorry about the huge delay for this chapter, guys! You can expect chapters every day from now on, hopefully. I am very glad to see you all are enjoying it so far! As always, you're reviews and interest are why I keep writing and I love every one of them!
Thank you to the two lovely reviewers who reminded me of the errors and that huge chunk of repeated text in the prologue. I went ahead and fixed that because it really bothered me. Please make sure you guys remind me of that stuff, it helps me know what to fix and what to improve upon. Don't be afraid to! Hope you enjoy chapter 1!
"Just need a bit of the camera..." The gruff and scratchy voice emitted from somewhere in the shadowy dark of the trees that shrouded the massive forest. The voice sounded slightly sing-song, although really, it was hard to tell. Along with the voice came music. Loud music that emitted from a radio. Several thorn bushes rustled from nearby trees. A figure was hiding in the bushes, although not really hiding because you could see the figure clearly. The figure probably was not one for hiding anyway, considering it seemed to make no effort to hide its enormous form.
"Point the gun at the eyes..." The huge dark figure in the bushes sang another line of lyrics again; in sync with the music on the radio. You could see robotic vivid and glowing azure eyes from the dark bushes near the trees where the metallic figure was hiding.
Suddenly, the bushes rustled again, and the figure rose up to his stocky feet. In the dark of the night, his azure eyes glowed and you could faintly see that that robotic creature was an animatronic with a very dark chestnut suit. It was very hard to tell that his suit had originally been a plain shade of brown.. His suit was such a dark ruddy brown to the point he almost looked black, if not crimson. The animatronic appeared to be resembling a bear, although with the way he looked he didn't look very much like a bear anymore.
Freddy Fazbear had changed drastically in the year and half since he had left Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. Ever since her had run away from it shortly after the 'incident.'. But Freddy never thought of that anymore. He had put that all behind him. He didn't think about it anymore. He hardly even remembered what had happened. But spending a year and a half out in the forests roaming for days and days changes you. And not just physically. It changes who you are, how you act, how you remember.
It changes who you are. It makes you forget who you are or who you had been in the past. It makes you forget about everything you swore to protect in the past. Everything you lost. The sacrifices you had to make. The things you left behind. You forgot about all of it, and ultimately, you change.
But it also changes you physically. You undergo a lot of changes from spending a year and a half out in the forests and roaming about. Out in the streets of cities and towns, too. An animatronic can take a whole lot. Freddy had been hit with cars several times, he had fallen from trees, he had fought wild animals in the forests, he had gotten shot by human bullets, he had done everything. And as you would think, although it hadn't killed Freddy, it would probably change his appearance. And it did.
He did not look like the happy-go-lucky iconic kid-friendly bear that was loved by oh so many kids in the past. Now, he bore the appearance of a withered, worn out, old and rugged animatronic who looked like he was about to use his pointed teeth to take off your head at any given second. For one thing, his original chestnut suit color was gone. Stains of all kinds littered the bear animatronic body, making his brown suit become a very dark and nearly crimson ruddy brown. In the dark; he looked black. His suit was badly torn up, as well. The most noticeable thing was his side. He had once gotten hit by a huge truck. The damn thing's tires had punctured his right side and dug into it, thus ripping the suit from the endoskeleton and exposing it greatly. It had also caused his endoskeleton to become bent out of whack, and it hurt every time he moved his body, but Freddy learned to live with it. Besides the gigantic gash in Freddy's sides, there was a cluterfuck of other things wrong with him.
His face and body was littered with scars in the suit. There was a big gash in the suit on his right cheek, exposing some more of his metallic endoskeleton and some wires now stuck out of his cheek. His rounded ears had been damaged too. The left one was intact, although a bit torn. But the right ear? Gone. It had gotten ripped clean off by a bullet from some stupid farmer when Freddy had gotten to close once. All that was left was his rugged endoskeleton sticking out of where his right rounded ear used to be.
There was a ton of more changes to Freddy's appearance, but we can get to that later. As Freddy rose up from the bushes, his azure eyes glowed brightly in the dark of the ebony night. They were the only thing really visible of him. In his left hand, he was clutching a radio that was bursting with faint staticky music. But the music was not hard to hear for Freddy. The rugged bear animatronic could hear it all loud and clear. The grass and bushes rustled as Freddy stepped out of them and stood in the forest clearing. He stood tall. The wind was blowing hard, scattering the fall leaves all over the ground. The near-winter air was cold, but Freddy had shut it all out. All he focused on was the music bursting from the faint sound of the battery-powered radio he was holding in a hand.
"Or at the knees, had to shoot, had to fight…" Freddy continued to sing along to the lyrics of the faint song on the radio. Freddy knew this song very well, he listened to it all the time because it appeared on the radio all the time. He swung the radio a bit in his hand as he prepared for his favorite line. Suddenly, the bear animatronic sprang forwards. He wasn't very graceful. Every move he made caused his endoskeleton to creak loudly. However, he jumped forwards regardless and bounced upwards to a nearby grassy hill outside the clearing. He pounced up onto it, this time with the grace of a lion. He could be slick and fast when he wanted to be. Or at least Freddy liked to think that way. The bulky robot stood tall and then shouted it out in his rumbling and slightly naturally raspy voice.
"Gonna take out the gunman!" Freddy shouted before he made a flying leap off the hill with one jump of his strong legs. His original plan was to land at the base of the hill and stick the landing perfectly along with the lyric, but it didn't go as planned. Silly cocky Freddy had forgotten he wasn't very graceful to begin with, surely not graceful enough to pull off a move such as that. Because as the robot pounced forwards, expecting to land agilely on his feet, instead he had slipped on the wet grass and went soaring forwards at a surprising speed. His face made quick contact with the ground and he tumbled down the hill with wires flying everywhere. Freddy tumbled down the wet grassy hill and landed in a bunch of thorn bushes at the bottom. The robot made a grunt of pain, although he was used to landing in thorns. He shifted around in them and huffed loudly. "Fuckin' shit." Freddy cussed as he picked his way out of the thorn bushes. He promptly brushed all the thorns off him with a giant torn hand, ignoring the pain it caused him. He swiveled his massive head back around to glare at the bushes. "Damn thorns." He growled. Still glowering at his failed attempt to make a flying leap, the bear lumbered over to the radio on the ground. He picked it up in a hand and observed it. The music had been cut off by the fall. Freddy narrowed his eyes and out a hand on the dial of the radio. Carefully, he attempted to turn the dial and get the station back on. One of the disadvantages of having huge fingers was that it was hard as hell to work human items. His fingers were always too fat. Then again, he wouldn't trade them for wimpy human hands. Without his big ass hand he wouldn't be able to punch things and send them flying about four feet away from him.
Freddy stood there with concentration written all over his face as he attempted to dial the radio back on the station. It didn't work no matter in which direction he dialed it. Soon, Freddy got tired of trying. Bleh, this always happened. He would fix it later when he was out of this damn open field near the forests. It was about to rain. Freddy used to be oblivious to the weather, but now that he lived out all the time he could tell all the time when the weather was going to change. Freddy raised his head to the sky and saw that it was turning grey. Well, time to head home. The animatronic turned on his metallic heel and began to trot back to his makeshift home whilst swinging the radio about in his grip.
Believe it or not, Freddy had actually managed to construct a makeshift home for himself. He had been living in it for months. It was broken down barn he had found. He had taken what was left of the ruined barn and then left it because it wasn't suitable enough to live in. He had then later found a rock outcropping overhang out of a huge boulder in the forests. The overhang had kind of a hole at the bottom. Since he had no shovel, Freddy had spent weeks digging out the hole in the rock outcropping to make a sort of tunnel, or a cave sort of thing. It was small, but it was a big outcropping overhang and the cave had been big enough already for him to fit through. He was simply expanded it by digging with his own scarred hands. After he had finished that, he had taken the stuff from the barn and built a makeshift barrier around it. That's what he had been living in for three months. Not like he had anywhere else to go.
He strode through the forest back towards his cave, still swinging the radio about lazily. He looked around at the wet trees and grass with dull eyes. He narrowed them. Christ, why was it so wet all the time? He wished it would stop raining.
Ah, no use crying over it. Freddy just shrugged it off and continued to head back. The bear animatronic continued humming the tune from the song earlier as he walked slowly through the tall grass. However, his humming was soon interrupted by a sound he heard off to the side.
Instinctively, the robotic bear's one intact ear shot up at the sound and he turned his head with ease towards its direction. Normally, Freddy didn't get freaked out by noises. Hell, he heard noises all the time. But this sound was unnatural, Not part of the forest's usual sounds. Out of the blue. And that always led to trouble. Freddy immediately tensed and perked his ear higher to detect the sound better. It was coming from some bushes off to the right.
Freddy stifled a cautious growl as he moved forwards towards the strange noise. He curled his fingers into a fist just in case a wolf or some shit was about to hop out. He doubted it though, wolves didn't make this strange noise. The animatronic towered over the bushes. Slowly, he lowered himself downwards and shoved the bushes out of his way to see the source of the sound.
A box. A small brown metal box that was just sitting there slumped on the grass. It was playing loud and sort of shrill music. It had a rhythmic and calming tune to it, but the sound was so loud it caused Freddy to narrow his azure eyes in discomfort. What was that? A box that played music?
A music box? Freddy put two and two together and then huffed at his own stupidity. Of course it was a damn music box, what else would it be? Freddy reached down to pick it up in his other hand. He dropped the radio and moved the box about in his rugged hands to study it. His eyes flickered with curiosity as he sound the wind on the side of the box. Freddy wasn't very familiar with music boxes, but he did know that they were wound up. The music on the box began to fade. Freddy curiously gripped the handle and turned it a few times. The music came back in it's usual shrill noise that rattled Freddy's ears in an annoying fashion.
As the music continued, Freddy rotated the box about in his hands and surveyed every part of it with interest. What was a music box doing in the middle of the forest? He flipped it over to the back and saw dust that was covering some words. Freddy used a finger to brush the dust off hastily. He narrowed his eyes to read the small words on the back of the box. Once he read it, his heart lurched.
It read, 'Property of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.' The second Freddy read that, he dropped the box and jumped back like a startled cat. Freddy Fazbear. Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. The name rang over and over again in his one ear. Freddy hadn't heard that name in a whole year. He had even forgotten that his own name was Freddy, he didn't call himself that anymore. He usually just didn't give himself a name. It had been too hard emotionally to keep calling himself that in the past, but ever since Freddy had forgotten about his past, he forgot it was his name entirely with it.
Freddy stared at the words in disbelief. Immediately, thoughts soared through his mind. Freddy Fazbear's Pizza… Chica, Bonnie, Chica, Bonnie… Foxy. Freddy squeezed his eyes shut and clawed at his head. No, he couldn't think about it again. He couldn't…
In his desperate haze, Freddy failed to realize that the music on the box had stopped. He had not winded it. It didn't occur to him anything was happening until he heard a noise behind him. Freddy whirled around with teeth bared. He had too many thoughts to think straight anymore.
A black marionette-like creature was standing before him with it's face spread out in a wicked grin. It had a small knife in its hands.
Freddy didn't have time to react. The second he turned around with his pointed teeth bared defensively, the black marionette gave a shrill cry and then sprang forwards straight at his head.