Mass murderer escapes prison!
"The mass murderer known only by his first name, Robert, has escaped custody after serving nearly 30 years of his life sentence. Robert, infamously known for his murder of five children at a now-closed Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria venue, broke out of prison late last night. The circumstances of his escape are unknown but the police are undertaking a full investigation into the security of the prison and assure the public that they are closely pursuing the escapee. Nearly 30 years ago, Robert was linked to the murders of five children inside the popular pizzeria chain's innovative new venue which had opened only a few weeks prior."
My attention was arrested away from the newspaper by the loud clattering of a plate being placed on the desk in front of me.
I looked up to find Chica smiling at me, the usual droop in her eyelids and the slight opening of her mouth. Being an animatronic with a static face, it was sometimes hard for her to convey emotions through facial signals. Much like the others though, her eyes were wells of emotion, belying the lack of emotion displayed by the rest of her face. Right now, her eyes were sparkling as she showed her newest creation to me.
On the plate in front of me was one of Chica's signature cupcakes, its googly eyes staring lifelessly at me. As usual, it was frosted with pink and a single candle stood atop it, like a solitary tower.
Despite the pressing matter I held in my hands, I picked it up and took a bite. Being freshly baked, heat still lingered within it and the frosting wasn't completely set, however, as usual, it was far beyond competition.
"Delicious, as always," I winked at Chica.
She beamed back at me, jumping in excitement. No matter how many times I told her that the cupcakes were beyond great, she always reacted the same. It was a highlight of itself to see her so happy, to see all of them so happy.
"I tried something new this time," she said.
"Hmm? What's that?" I asked.
Her face turned deadly serious, "Oil."
I gagged, "Are you trying to poison me?"
She burst into laughter at my surprise, attempting to stifle it to the best of her ability, "I'm kidding!" she laughed.
She walked out of the room, giggling down the hallway.
I pulled myself together in time to call out to her, "Chica!"
She came back, her face questioning, the remains of her smile left on her face.
"Can you get the others to meet me in the dining area? It's important," I asked her.
"Of course, what for?"
I showed her the article. Her eyes widened after reading the title and a few lines. She started shaking slightly and a sense of urgency overtook her. "I'll get them immediately," she said as she hurried out. As she left, an extremely worried demeanour followed her. She was even more worried than I was it seemed.
When Chica approached the others with her worried face they instantly followed her and within a minute we were all gathered in the dining area, minus the manager who wasn't on premises at the moment.
"What's wrong?" Freddy asked, concern etched on his face.
I showed the other three the news article. Their reactions mirrored Chica's, if their faces could change colour, they'd have been as white as sheets.
"You guys are evidently more worried than I am. I know he created the program and everything, but now all traces of that have gone what can he do?" I asked.
The four animatronics looked at each other. Foxy, Bonnie and Chica nodded to Freddy and he inhaled, thinking through what he was going to say.
Eventually he spoke, "You know the other week when you asked if there were any other animatronics and I told you there were but didn't elaborate?"
"Yes?"
"Well, they now come into it. There's a few of them and ... well, we haven't seen them since the incidents in '87 and the closing of the last venue. We believe they were destroyed, but we never saw any evidence of it. If they are alive, Robert could've done whatever he liked with them before he was caught. Now he's free, he will most definitely head back to the old pizzeria where it all happened, the bite and the children incident, that's where they'd be, if they are alive. He'll finish his work and if it's anything like what he did with us, then it bodes ill for us all," Freddy shivered at his last sentence. The others' faces were grave.
"So what do we do?" I asked, a bit nervously.
"I don't know. We should wait until the manager gets here in the morning. He'll know what to do and plan our next move," Freddy replied.
"Alright, what should we do until then?"
"We'll just keep a better look out tonight, he could potentially come here to see if the program is still within us."
I nodded.
I looked to Foxy. He'd been strangely quiet during our conversation and looked pensive.
He saw me looking at him and gave an awkward smile before turning and trudging back to Pirate Cove.
Something deeper than the conversation was troubling him, but I knew that with the way he had entered Pirate Cove, he didn't want to be disturbed.
I headed back to the office.
As I entered, I noticed a garbled sound, like a radio improperly tuned. It was a constant, incessant sound, and it started to bug me. I looked around the office but couldn't find the source. I checked the electronics around the room but didn't find anything. I could've sworn I saw a slight movement in one of the darker corners of the office.
Shrugging it off as a light flickering, I slumped into the office chair. I gave the cameras a quick flick-through then sat back, pondering what Freddy had said.
If Robert was indeed finishing his work on the other animatronics, then it definitely didn't bode well for us. I wonder how many other animatronics there are? Freddy is worried about them, I'd even hazard a guess that he is scared of them. But why? There's something more here which Freddy hasn't told me. I'd had enough trouble fixing these four and Golden Freddy, how much more difficult would it be to fix others?
As my thoughts trailed to Golden Freddy, I fingered the memory chip around my neck. When the manager gave me the chip, I'd had it fitted to a simple metal chain. Since then I wore it around my neck. The others were interested in it, eventually they felt that it was right that I possessed it, as a reminder of Golden Freddy's selfless sacrifice.
The chip intrigued me to say the least. The manager said it had filled with data shortly after Golden Freddy's death, but he'd failed on numerous occasions to access it. I'd tried myself, but with less resources to access it with, I didn't have half the chance to crack it. The data remained a mystery. Given what happened with Golden Freddy before we freed him, I'm not entirely sure I wanted to see what was inside.
As I'd picked it up, the garbled sound increased in volume. For a minute I thought it was the chip itself, but then I noticed that the volume stayed the same when I let it go. Once more I looked around the office for the source, but failed.
This was really puzzling me now, this sound. I hadn't heard it before, but for some reason it sounded oddly similar to another sound I'd heard a little while ago.
I was interrupted in my thoughts by Chica at the door.
She nervously walked in, the garbled sound playing more on her nerves than mine.
"Umm, is that a broken monitor?" she asked.
"Could be, I couldn't find the source," I replied. "What's up?"
"Well … uhm … I ..." she began, that was as far as she got.
I was suddenly hit hard on the back of the head. I saw stars as I fell to the ground from the impact.
Chica stared in shock as a thin shadow moved over me.
She stammered, "F-F-F-Foxy?"
The shadow charged at Chica. It seemed to be more reliant on four limbs to move, slithering like a lizard. Chica could barely move before it was upon her. It seemed to break itself apart to attack, leaping at her with a force which belied it's frail and broken form. It slammed her to the ground, knocking her head against the bottom of the wall. Dazed, Chica couldn't defend as it bit into her neck, ripping out some of the wires there. She let out a high-pitched shriek as she passed out.
Hauling her over its back, the thing turned back to me. As it turned, I realised it was the source of that garbled radio-like sound. All I could see of its eyes was the white pupils of an endoskeleton. I knew then that this was an animatronic, one of the others.
It booted me in the face and all I saw was black.
I came to some time later.
Freddy was crouched over me, calling me back. "There you go buddy, nice and easy. That's quite the knock to your head you've got there."
"Ugh, what?"
"You've been out for a few hours, whatever it was that knocked you out sure did a good job."
"It definitely feels like it did." I tried to get up, but Freddy held me down.
"Easy there champ, you could have a concussion from that impact. Or impacts more like it."
I suddenly remembered, "Chica! That thing grabbed her! Where is she?"
Freddy's face turned dark, "It took her. She's gone."
I looked to the floor.
Once more I couldn't protect them. But what could I do against an animatronic without a weapon?
"I know what you're thinking. It's not your fault, there's nothing you could've done. It looked particularly dangerous. It flung Bonnie across the dining area with one swipe."
"Are the others ok?" I asked him.
"Bonnie charged after it, but he came back fine. He was angry at himself for loosing it, but I doubt he could've done much without being seriously hurt by it. As for Foxy, Pirate Cove has been unusually quiet."
"Before it knocked Chica out, she thought it was Foxy," I said, recalling what had happened.
"What? But Foxy would never hurt us, least of all Chica," Freddy said, astounded.
Freddy didn't stop me from getting up this time, but he supported me when I stumbled from light-headedness.
I rushed over to Pirate Cove.
The place was eerily quiet. Usually Foxy would be making some kind of noise. My stomach turned over. I was really hoping what I was thinking wasn't the truth.
I opened the curtains and my breath caught in my throat.
Foxy was nowhere to be found.
"Oh God no, Foxy. Why? Why Foxy?" I stammered.
"Dammit Foxy," Freddy shouted and kicked at the wall, leaving a sizeable dent.
"Why would Foxy do this?" I asked.
"I think I know, but let's check on Bonnie first," Freddy replied, calming down.
As we exited Pirate Cove, Bonnie stumbled up to us, rubbing the back of his head. Obviously he had landed on his head when the thing sent him flying.
"You alright Bonnie?" I asked.
"Yeah, just a bit sore," he replied, "That was one hell of a knock, I can't imagine what it would've done to you if it'd hit you with such force."
"Do you have any idea why Foxy did this?" I asked him.
"No, not at all. I did see two shadows though as I chased them. It was Foxy who turned around and slammed me down. There was sorrow in his eyes, but his hit didn't lack any force."
"He betrayed you, betrayed us," I muttered.
"You stupid ol' Pirate," Freddy whispered.
I turned to Freddy, "You said you might know why Foxy did this. Why?"
Freddy opened his mouth to speak before we heard a car pulling into the car park outside.
The manager hurried into the dining area when he saw us assembled.
"What's happened?" He asked concernedly.
"Chica's been abducted," Freddy faltered.
I finished for him, "By Foxy."
"What? How long ago?" The manager asked, astounded.
"A few hours," Bonnie muttered.
"He gave both Bonnie and I some bumps to the head," I added.
Freddy clicked his fingers as he remembered something, he turned to Bonnie, asking him, "You said there were two shadows running away. Did you see who the other one was?"
"No," Bonnie replied flatly.
I looked up, "I know."
The others looked to me, "Before it knocked me out, I saw it."
The manager nodded for me to go on.
"It was mostly a silhouette, but from its outline, it was easily mistakable for Foxy. Except for the fact that it walked on four limbs, using its hands for extra mobility. It seemed quite skinny, like it was missing almost all of its costume, like it was just an endoskeleton. An endoskeleton with a Foxy head."
The manager's face had drained of all colour at my description, and Freddy and Bonnie looked worried.
"What?" I asked.
"From your description, there's only one thing it can be, but I thought she was destroyed a long time ago. If fact I thought they all were. This might just mean that they all are still alive. And Robert has gotten to them first."
"She? Who are still alive?" I asked, confused. I had asked a question and gotten a riddle as an answer.
"I'm talking about the other animatronics, I'm sure Freddy and the others have told you about them?"
"Just before Chica was taken, yes," I replied.
"Well, I believe our culprit is Mangle," the manager sighed.
"Who is Mangle?" I asked.
Freddy continued for the manager, "Mangle is one of the other animatronics who we all believed were destroyed after the closing of the last pizzeria after the Bite of '87. She was … different … from the rest. Different in the sense that she was broken."
"Broken? How?"
The manager spoke up, "She was continually dismantled by toddlers, the staff had to put her back together at the end of each day. As you can imagine, this played havoc on her systems."
Bonnie added, "She always was … weird. Foxy was the only one who really, well … talked to her I guess."
The manager nodded, "Foxy always did have a soft spot for Mangle. Whether it was due to her being a female fox or pity due to her, well … mangled … state, I don't know. It's possible that she convinced him to help her abduct Chica. Although betraying the others would've been hard on him, he would've fled with her in shame."
"That'd explain the sorrow in his eyes," I said, looking to Bonnie.
Bonnie nodded in response.
"So how do we find them?" I asked.
"Ah yes," the manager said, quickly dashing into his office before returning with a small monitor.
"I installed trackers in each of the animatronics long ago, although only I knew of it," he explained. "We should be able to track them down with this, although I already have an idea of where they went."
He turned the monitor on and instantly several blips appeared on it. It was a map of the area, with sets of red dots concentrated in two places.
"We are here," he pointed to a cluster of two dots, "Those are Bonnie and Freddy."
I pointed to the other group of dots, I counted several others in that group, "And these are the others?"
"Correct," he said, "Right where I thought they'd be."
"What is that?"
The manager looked to Bonnie and Freddy, they knew as well.
He looked back at me, "The old one. Mangle took them to the closed pizzeria. The one where it all happened."