Hello everyone~ Here is the new chapter!
I hope you enjoy it, and I will maybe be posting more than one series at a time.
Thank you for waiting, and enjoy!
Blood pooled around the floor, where the corpse of the blonde man lay.
His body so badly maimed that he wasn't even recognizable.
His flesh, ripped to shreds. His bones, broken and ripped out.
Gathered around the body of what once was the man who took down their four friends, the animatronics turned to each other.
Flesh hung from their faces, blood splattered all over them. The smell of blood and flesh filled the air.
Puppet dropped a chunk of intestines that he held in his hand.
All of them turned their attention to Puppet, who now stopped ripping the body to pieces.
Normally, the owners would have the bodies cleaned before they opened, as to not be caught with their awful secret.
But there was a new owner now. He had no clue of how Scott had worked the place.
Mike had been the only guard since he had taken over, and Mike wasn't being hunted down.
They all wondered what they'd do with the body of this man, but Puppet was head in charge when it came to that.
There was no point to stuff him in a suit, he was already maimed and dead.
Taking a step closer to the man, Puppet stared at him, thinking of what to do with him.
After a moment of silence from all of them, he spoke up.
"There's no need to dispose of this body..." He said, turning to his friends, who all had confused looks on their faces.
"We have no way to clean the blood, why get rid of the body?" He asked, scanning through his friend's faces.
Shaking her head. Chica glanced up at Puppet. Flesh was twisted in her teeth, fresh blood still dripping from her beak.
"Well... They can clean the blood from the floor... W-We can cover it with a rug or something... A table maybe?"
Looking over at her, Freddy shook her head, sighing. Blood covered his face as well, flesh also in his teeth.
"A table is out of the question... It's all over the place... And besides, it'd be out in the middle of the floor..."
"A rug wouldn't work either, lass... The kiddies would trip on it..." Foxy sighed, wiping blood off his hook with his paw.
"Tell you what," Puppet said, glancing down at the body. "I'll figure this out. You guys need to go clean yourself off..."
Golden Freddy nodded, and walked off into the bathroom, along with Freddy and Foxy.
Mangle, Felicity and Chica all went into the girl's bathroom.
Even though Felicity hadn't joined in the kill, some blood had splattered on her legs.
Mangle scaled across the ceiling, glancing down at her friends as they all slipped into the bathroom.
Chica walked over to a sink slowly, looking up at herself in the mirror.
Blood tainted her once bright yellow feathers, chunks of bones stuck in her teeth.
She had never before been that torturous to a guard. But that man wasn't even a guard...
Chica admitted to herself that she missed the feeling of blood on her beak.
The screams of pain and agony. But now, after killing this man, she felt... empty...
Bonnie was gone. Not even Puppet could bring him back.
She had lost her love... She had lost her comfort... She had lost everything...
Yes, her friends kept her going, and she loved them to bits, but Bonnie...
He was her sunshine... Her lover... Her Bonnie...
Mangle gently lowered herself to the ground, looking at Chica and Felicity.
The vents in the bathroom blew freezing air into the room, making slight blowing sounds as it did.
Going to speak, feeling Chica's pain, Mangle was cut off by sudden sobs.
Falling to her knees, Chica covered her face and sobbed.
"W-Why did it have to b-be Bonnie?!" She sobbed, tears mixing with the blood of her lover's killer.
Bending down to her, tears forming in her eyes once again as well, Felicity placed a paw on her shoulder.
Mangle dropped herself down to the floor and crawled over to Chica, tears rolling down her face as well.
"Ch-Chica..." Felicity said in a soft, shaky voice. "We... H-His soul is free now..."
Knowing that this wasn't helping her at all, Mangle tried to think of a way to cheer her up.
But to no avail, Chica turned to Felicity, wiping her blood mixed tears.
"B-B-But he's not g-gone..." She whimpered, more tears clouding over her blue eyes.
"He... He's a step closer to it..." Felicity said, tears rolling down her face now as well.
Chica continued crying, Felicity and Mangle right by her side, trying to comfort their dear friend.
She'd just have to cry it out though. Nothing could be done... And Bonnie was truly gone...
In the men's bathroom, Gold and Freddy stood, silent.
Only they remained of the males. Freddy had lost his best friend... A brother...
He couldn't believe it... Life was going south, and he couldn't stop it...
Looking over at Gold, he wiped the tears from his eyes, and walked over to the sink.
Turning the water on, Freddy started getting his paw wet, and wiping his face of blood.
Golden Freddy sighed, and walked to the sink beside him, and started washing the blood off of himself as well.
He glanced over at Freddy, as he scrubbed his face clean with water.
"So... Uhh..." Gold said, scratching the back of his head, upset and nervous.
"I..." He shook his head, and started washing himself off.
Once Freddy was done cleaning himself, he turn and looked to his brother.
"Gold..." He called out, Gold lifting his head up and looking at him.
"Yes, Freddy?"
"I... We're the only ones left besides Puppet... Well, guys anyway... And... W-What if we get killed too?"
Freddy's ears drooped down low, tears filled his eyes as he whined quietly.
A worried expression washed over Gold's face as he came closer to Freddy, placing a paw on his shoulder.
"We'll always be brothers... Even after death..." He smiled, patting him on the back gently.
Smiling a bit, Freddy stood up and straitened his bow, his ears perking up.
"R-Right..." He smiled, glancing over to the side, and for just a moment, he swore he saw Bonnie...
A couple hours had passed since the fouranamatronics fell victim to death at Freddy's, but Alpha's pack was completely unaware of Fritz's scheme.
Alpha sat in a room with the rest of the pack. The lion was sharpening his claws on the wall, listening closely to the sound of his claws scraping against the concrete.
Mark sat alone in a corner, silent and slowly lifting his tail up and down.
Glancing over at him, Alpha shook his head and sighed.
"Pathetic..." He mumbled to himself.
Gamma sat in another corner, examining his claws, picturing what they'd look like with Fritz's blood covering them.
Delta sat next to Abigail, flicking her tail, annoyed.
Alpha had assigned her to protect her from Fritz, even though she wanted to kill her as well.
She felt it wouldn't be wise to voice such a thing to Alpha though, so she kept her mouth shut.
In silence they all sat, the only sound was that of Alpha's claws scrapping against the wall.
Abigail was growing tired, and wanted to ask if Alpha could come and guard her in her room, but she was too frightened by the others to even speak.
Will sat across the room, glaring at Abigail.
Will had a strong desire to slay and brutally murder all humans, and Abigail was a pathetic weakling in his eyes.
He wanted to slaughter her, kill her right in front of Alpha, but unfortunately he knew he wasn't big enough to take on Alpha.
Not nearly smart enough to outwit him. And not quick enough to dodge a attack. One fatal blow is all it would take for him to be finished.
He wasn't going to take the chance.
Glancing over at Alpha, Will grinned at the thought of him submitting to him.
Having Alpha on the ground, begging for mercy. Like that would ever happen though...
Abigail yawned, rubbing her eyes and glancing over at the window.
The skies were still dark and dreary. She loved the rain, but now it would always remind her of this awful place.
The man who kidnapped her when she was just a little girl... But also some good memories, memories she would cherish forever.
Alpha glanced over to see her yawn, and stopped sharpening his claws.
He stood up and walked over to her, extending his paw out to her.
"Tired?" He asked, smiling a bit.
Abigail nodded, and grabbed ahold of his paw.
Alpha helped her up, gaining the attention of the others.
The brunette girl followed Alpha into the hallway, where he then scooped her up into his arms, much to her surprise.
Alpha merely smiled at her surprise and continued walking down the hall, his tail swishing back and forth happily.
Reaching Abigail's bedroom door, Alpha walked in, carrying her tightly in his arms.
He pushed the door closed with his foot, and walked over to her bed.
Gently setting her down on the bed, the lion smiled and went to turn away.
"A-Alpha..." Abigail called out, reaching out for him a bit until he turned to see her.
"Yes, Abbi?" He asked, lifting his ears up curiously.
"Y-You're not going to leave... Right?"
Alpha shook his head. "Nah... I'll be right outside the door..."
Abigail smiled a bit, and looked away, blushing. "Maybe you could... Protect me closer?"
Grinning, Alpha walked over to her, crawling into bed beside her.
Laying on his side, Alpha pulled Abigail closer to him, hugging her tightly, pulling the blanket over them.
Abigail smiled and snuggled into his fur, drifting off to sleep as he purred.
Will shook his head, angry and revolted.
"Alpha's so weak!" He blurted out, growling and standing to his feet.
The others glanced over at him, confused looks on their faces.
"Will... Are you glitching?" Delta asked, standing to her feet, trying to calm him down.
"NO! YOU STUPID CAT!" He growled, raising a fist, ready to hit her.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Gamma raising a paw, claws extended, teeth bared, ready to attack him.
"Will! BACK OFF!" The golden lion growled.
Will lowered his paw, taking a step back from Delta, who was holding her arms up, flinching.
"Oh, now you take his side?!" He growled, taking a step closer to Gamma, trying to get him to back down, only for him to bare his teeth and growl louder.
"What side?!"
"THE WEAK SIDE!" Will snarled, taking another step closer to him.
Gamma took a step closer to the growling wolf, Will backing up a bit.
"What are you talking about?! There are no sides!" Gamma growled, as Delta and Mark backed away fearfully.
"Oh! That's what you think! Because you're weak!" Will snarled, and stormed out of the room, leaving the others wondering what just happened.
In the darkness, Omega started twitching.
"I'm alone... On my own..." He mumbled to himself, lowering himself to the ground, and started walking with his feet.
He had learned how to control them, but he hadn't been able to run. After all, he was in such a tiny space.
The sound of clanging and clicking parts came from the distance, but Omega was used to it and didn't pay any heed.
"All alone, on my own... Stuck in my little zone..." He twitched and laughed quietly.
A sudden cracking sound startled him, and he fell over, acting powered off.
His grey eyelids shut over his green and red eyes, going limp and silent.
The sound of sawing was came from the wall behind him, and a sudden creaking was heard.
Dust fell down to the floor as a hidden door swung open.
Walking in, Scott dropped down a heavy crate and sighed, wiping sweat off his forehead.
Catching his breath, Scott glanced over at Omega, shaking his head, and walking out.
The door squeaked shut behind him, and darkness filled the room once more.
If Omega's eyes were opened he could've seen the light, but unfortunately, he did not,
Omega lay in silence, not moving for at least a half hour.
Once he knew that it was most likely safe to move, Omega sat up, sniffing the air.
The wolf stood to his feet and glanced over at the crate curiously.
What could it have been? What was contained inside of this... object?
What had come through the door and left it here?
Was it wrong to go limp? Omega was uncertain, but didn't want to find out.
Coming closer to the crate, Omega extended his paw, wearily.
"H-Hello?" He called out, gently touching the side of the crate, the smooth wood brushing against his soft fur.
No reply. He waited a moment, then called out again.
"Is anybody in there?" He asked, waiting a full five minutes before making another move.
He lifted his head up quickly, and opened his jaw, and clamped down on the side of the crate, his sharp teeth breaking it apart.
His back paws kicked at it, snapping it apart. Omega slid off and stared at four objects that fell out.
But these weren't objects... They were other animatronics!
The wolf's eyes light up with excitement and shock.
Did they know he was here? Is that why they left these here? Did they make these just for him?
None of that mattered now. He had friends!
But he didn't know who they were.
Bonnie's limp body still oozed oil, but Omega didn't seem to notice.
"H-Hello?" Omega called out, gently touching Toy Freddy's head.
"I'm Omega... Are... Are you alright?" He asked, tilting his head curiously.
His red and green eyes glowed in the darkness, lighting up the room dimly, but at this point he had developed night vision.
Grabbing ahold of Toy Freddy's head, he started shaking him.
"Wake up..." He whined, he himself not knowing the concept of death. Unaware of the fact that Bonnie, Toy Freddy, Toy Bonnie, and Toy Chica were all nothing more than empty shells. Corpses, just plastic and metal scrap, as far as most people were concerned.
He started pulling harder, trying to pull him out from underneath the others. His head became easier to pull, and a snap came from his neck.
Oil splattered all over as Omega fell backwards, the head of Toy Freddy in his paws.
Omega's eyes shot open, his eyes meeting with the Toy's empty ones.
"Oh- Oh my God-" Omega threw his head back, twitching.
His eyes glowed a bright white as memories flowed through him.
Opening his eyes, he saw something strange. Something he had never seen before. Light.
He saw the other animatronics that had arrived with Toy Freddy, but only Toy Chica and Toy Bonnie.
"Freddy!" Toy Chica giggled, running up to him and grabbing him by the paw. Glancing down, he noticed that his paw was brown.
He was seeing himself as... Freddy... As he was called.
Omega continued gripping onto the head, seeing several different memories of the bear.
Dropping it once he had seen enough, he looked at it and at the others.
He picked up Toy Freddy's head off the ground, and extended a tentacle/pole and slid it through the bear's eye sockets, and pulled it closer to his back.
Smiling at his new discovery, he looked over at the others who lay on the floor, limp and dead.
Realizing that they couldn't wake up, that they weren't like him, or at least he thought, he realized he could take their heads too.
Walking over to them, he bent down and gripped onto Bonnie's head.
"Hello... Friend..." He smiled, and began pulling off the purple bunny's head.
Walking into his office, Scott sighed and sat down.
He started skimming through the files that sat on his desk.
Just before the animatronics had been scrapped, Scott had found out about this and stopped it.
Showing them his rights to them, he had claimed them and brought them to the only remaining sister location.
He figured that tucking them away was the best thing to do for now. But now he had two Bonnie models.
Maybe he could remodel one's appearance? Maybe. But what mattered now was dealing with the models that were currently up and running.
After all, their jaws did click constantly along with their body's if they moved. The working models were top priority, then he'd figure out what to do with what he had of the toys and the original Bonnie.
He didn't want to admit it, but Bonnie was somewhat creepy to him. He decided to make him more... Feminine and thin.
Scott had often wondered about the night guard's vanishing, and once he had found one's body, John was his name, mangled and pressed inside of one of those... God awful suits, he knew he had to dispose of his dear friend's body.
He knew that he had to hide this from everyone... He had lost his best friend, and he was going to try to save everyone else.
Scott feared that if they didn't have a guard to distract them, they might break out of the pizzeria and try to go after civilians.
Even though they didn't attack customers... But then there was the bite of 87...
He didn't know for sure what would happen, but he was fearful of what it might be.
Admittedly, he was ashamed of putting all the guard's in the positions, knowing many of them wouldn't survive...
And that's why he made the five day minimum contracts... He was sending them to their death's and he knew it...
He knew... And he cared... But he didn't know what else to do...
Looking over at the clock, he realized it was already almost 8:43 am. He needed to make calls and get the other's fixed.