A/N: Hey guys, sorry if I'm a tad bit late. I had so many ideas and so much stuff I wanted to put in this chap, that I couldn't decide what to put in here and what to leave for the next chapter. That, and I had very little time to write this week; I had to strip myself to my chair today to get this done.
One thing: if a Sunday goes by and there is no update, check my profile to see why this is and when the story will be updated. If there is nothing on my profile, that means that I couldn't update because my Wi-Fi took a sabbatical.
So, without more bla-bla-bla here's the first chap of Tape 2. Happy reading, and let me know what you thought of it!
PS: I have no idea how to pirate accent.
Chapter 12: Something new...
A cold hand scraped clumsily against the inside of my back before closing the cover of my power port. As it did I felt how my body and mind slowly woke up with the electricity that flowed through me.
"What… happened?" I thought, unable to see or hear anything. "Why am I so… tired?" Little by little my last painful memories came back to me. "Mom is… dead?" Just thinking those words made me feel the same gut-wrenching pain that I felt before being shut down. Then I remembered the way my brother's body collapsed on the floor after the employee took out his battery. I lost him as well; I lost all of them. I felt myself sinking into despair, when I heard some distant noises. Noises that then turned into words that I could only hear in my head.
"…working…" said one of the faint voices nervously, "… bad … legs won't … cables gone …" As my hearing improved I heard a familiar foot-tapping while these words were said.
"Ferny." I thought.
"… there must be something… can do." said another, anxious voice, "…make Don wake up."
"Brother?" I moaned weakly, "Are you…" I couldn't keep going; just speaking felt like running a marathon.
"Oh thank goodness." wheezed Sean, "Ferny, can you tell the others?" I heard some quick footsteps, followed by a door that opened and closed.
"We were beginning to think you wouldn't make it." said my brother with relief. "How do you feel?"
"Very… sleepy…" I yawned, feeling how my little energy leaked away. "Can't… see…"
"C'mon private, just stay awake a bit longer." whispered Sean gently but urgently as he shook my shoulder, when I heard a door creak open again.
"Hey! Glad you're here!" called out my brother, his voice fading out as I started to drift off again, "He woke up but he's still very weak. Can you keep an eye on him?"
"No problem Mr. Freddy!" answered the cheery and distant voice of a small boy.
"Alright, thanks TB." replied Sean, right before I fell asleep again.
"Hello?" whispered the unknown childish voice, "Helloooo?"
This time I didn't feel so exhausted while waking up. Soon, my sight came back to me. I managed to make out a blurry figure standing in front of my sitting, slumped over body. His glowing green eyes were staring down at me with friendliness and wonder.
"Umm… hello." I groaned, seeing how the figure took a familiar shape. "Who are y-" Baffled, I realized that he was… me?
"He's awake!" shouted out the figure, turning around quickly and skipping to the door, "Mr. Bonnie is awake!"
He ran out of the room before I could ask him anything. I slowly looked around the unknown place with my hazy sight. Black drops of oil smeared the checkered tiles and walls that had power cables hanging from the ceiling like vines. There were some tools and spare parts on a shelf that was right under a camera; it was a bit like the maintenance room I knew, only bigger. I got the feeling that we were in a different place than the pizzeria I knew.
Then I looked at my body.
I've seen prettier ship wrecks.
My exoskeleton was dented and broken all over my torso and legs; my left foot was completely uncovered. With a big effort I managed to raise my right hand that was also just naked metal. But when I tried to do the same with my other hand, I realized that I couldn't feel my left arm. I turned my head and looked at the bundle of wires sprouting from my left shoulder.
"It's gone." I whispered in disbelieve, right as the door opened again.
"…then I saw his lights come back on again," said the small blue Bonnie as he opened the door for my brother and Ferny, "and he just woke up." The three figures walked to me. Ferny's red exoskeleton was mostly gone, while Sean's fur was darkened with oil and dirt. He limped behind the other two; his left kneecap was missing. Huffing, he leaned on the side of the wall I was sitting against.
"You okay Fred?" asked Ferny. His voice sounded a bit grave and hoarse, like he was imitating the pirate accent that Foxy used during shows.
"I'm fine Foxy," panted my brother, "it's just my leg."
"Why aren't they calling each other by their real names?" I thought, "They're… themselves. They were themselves a moment ago and their eyes look normal."
"Are you feeling better now Bon?" asked Sean after a few moments.
"Brother?" I asked, "Why are y-" He shut me up with a small, well-timed subtle kick.
The small Bonnie looked up at Sean. "Brother?" he repeated.
"You see TB," my brother cleared his throat, "Mr. Bonnie and I have been friends for so long, we're like brothers. So he likes to call me like that sometimes," he looked down at me with stern blue eyes, "even if there's no need for it." he hissed.
"Can ya stand up Bonnie?" asked Ferny with his fake accent. I nodded, pushed myself of the wall, leaned forward, tried to stand up, realized how weak my legs were and fell head-first on the floor like a ragdoll.
"Guess that means no." he sighed. He held out his stripped hand in front of me.
"I'M FINE!" I snarled, swatting the hand away. The room fell into an awkward silence as the three pairs of eyes looked down at me with surprise. "I'm… I'm fine," I muttered, feeling my ears droop down in shame, "I just need a moment." I pushed my torso up with my one arm and tried to shift my weight to my knees, but not having a left arm made me lose my balance. I growled in frustration as I fell on my right side, just to look up and see the same bare metallic hand above me.
"C'mon lad," insisted Ferny, "just grab me hand and let's get ya goin'."
I reluctantly grabbed his only hand with my only hand and used what little strength I had to get up with his help.
"There ya go." he groaned as I leaned myself on his broken shoulders, taking a few shaky steps towards the open door. Sean himself limped out of the room and waited for us on the bleakly colored hallway.
"Could you please tell me what's going on?" I whispered harshly to Ferny.
"Shh, just play along." he hissed back with his normal voice as the little blue animatronic came close to us, "We'll explain everything later."
"Hi Mr. Bonnie!" chirped the smaller figure as he skipped by my side, looking up at me with awe, "My name is Toy Bonnie," he let Ferny and me exit the room first, "but you can call me TB!" he came back in front of us and held out his hand to me. "Oh, umm… sorry!" he giggled shyly and put down his hand, "I forgot that… umm… your arm…" His eyes and his ears went down as he started to rub his elbow anxiously.
"That's okay." I said, not really listening to what TB was saying. All my attention went to the unknown hallway and cheery posters on the walls. As if reading my mind, TB hopped to the posters of the animatronics that looked a bit like Freddy and Chica.
"Toy Freddy and Toy Chica," he said with pride, "off course you can call them TF and TC."
"How original." I muttered bitterly.
"Listen Brandon," whispered Ferny as TB started talking to my brother while we all walked down the hallway, the last two quite ahead of Fer and I, "just try to be nice to him and the other Toys, okay? I get that you're feeling bad because of your state"
"I'm not mad because I have a few missing bolts here and there." I snapped back.
"Then what is it?"
"…Nothing." I said as nonchalantly as possible, realizing that I had to change the topic of the conversation. "I thought you weren't good with little kids?"
Ferny chuckled lightly. "Hey, I'm trying. It's the least we can do after they put back our batteries."
"So these guys can work and think for themselves?"
"Did you actually believe they were real robots?"
I shrugged as well as I could with my only arm still around Fer's shoulders. "Umm… I didn't really think about what they were." I answered dumbly.
Ferny looked sternly at me. "They're like us." he whispered as quietly as he could, "They too are kids who were murdered, but they're much younger. Between five and six I think."
I looked back at him in horror. "But… who could…"
"Who do you think?"
I growled furiously as I saw Walther's smirking face in front of me.
"So naturally they too have a blood seal in their bodies," continued Ferny, "and in that book. But here's the thing: they don't remember anything from before they woke up in those bodies. They actually believe they are the new animatronics of Freddy's and they think we're just the original Fazbear Gang." He started to whisper extra quietly since we were arriving at the end of the hallway where Sean and TB were waiting for us by a grey door. "We'll explain everything later." he repeated.
I looked back at the dimly lit hall and at the slightly open door of the maintenance, or as the door read, parts & service room. For one moment I thought I saw a dark figure crouching in the corner of the room, inspecting me with empty white eyes. Surprised by the scare I stumbled out of Ferny's grip and steadied myself against the closest wall.
"What's wrong Mr. Bonnie?" asked TB, worried.
"I… I saw something." I wheezed, looking back at the service room; but there was no one there.
"Bon, you just woke up." soothed my brother as he came close to me, "It's a dark room, you're confused, and you saw a random shadow that looked like something scary. Try to take it easy, alright?"
I nodded with a head that felt strangely lighter. Just to be sure, I threw another quick glance at the room that was empty a few minutes ago, and still was.
"Yeah," I sighed, calming myself down, "it was just a shadow."
The first thing that surprised me was seeing a carousel in the middle of the game area.
"Wouldn't that work better outdoors?" I thought.
The next thing that surprised me was a banging sound coming from the walls. Baffled, I saw how the panel of an air vent close to a far corner of the large room shot out of its place. A bright yellow figure crawled out of the vent, dusted her knees, stood up, and threw her fists into the air.
"First place!" cheered Toy Chica, noticing us after a few seconds. "Oh, hi guys!" she waved at us with enthusiasm, and then covered her small orange beak in surprise when she saw me. "Mr. Bonnie, I'm so happy you woke up!" she squealed, "We were all very worried about you!"
I looked at my brother, expecting an answer. He looked back at me, expecting my question.
"You were badly damaged Bon, the worst out of us all." he explained. "The new guys were kind enough to recharge and reconnect our batteries. If it weren't for them, we would've never woken up. But you were in such a terrible condition that you wouldn't wake up even with the battery. It took us; Foxy, the Toys and me, six days of work to get you going. Honestly, we were beginning to lose faith."
Ferny nodded. "Aye. Rewire this, replace that, check the fuses, test the hydraulics, reconnect the battery…"
He was interrupted by more banging coming from the walls. The panel of a second air vent that was slightly closer to me launched itself off the wall. A chubby brown animatronic groaned as he pushed himself out of the now clear vent.
"Did I beat her?!" panted Toy Freddy, turning his back to us just to see the yellow Toy.
"In your dreams Boo-Boo!" mocked TC, "Maybe if you weren't so fat…"
"Shut up Small Bird!" growled TF before turning around and seeing us. "Hey friends." he said with sudden class and gentleness, tipping his top hat at me. "Mr. Bonnie, I'm glad to see that you're recovering well."
"Umm, t-thanks." I babbled, still trying to process everything that was happening.
"Mr. Freddy." added TF as he tipped his hat to my brother.
"Junior." replied Sean, tipping his own hat.
"Wait!" huffed a familiar voice from a third air vent, this one right in front of me, "I'm… argh… almost…"
A large yellow elbow bashed open the panel, and out popped the head of Chica with an unhinged jaw full of wires and teeth. I let out a little yelp at the terrifying sight.
"Nice to see you too Bran… Bonnie." snorted Sarah.
"Y-Your hands… your f-face …" I stammered as she crawled into the room with her elbows, dragging the masses of wires blooming out of her wrists along the floor.
"Well," she focused her furious purple eyes on me, "at least I have a face airhead!"
The large room went completely silent. Someone faked a cough.
"Umm, Chica," said my brother, "we haven't really told him"
"Oh, hehe…" chuckled Sarah nervously, "Well, you see Bonnie, I didn't, well…"
I touched my lower jaw with my only hand and encountered emptiness where my upper jaw and snout should be.
"I'm sorry." whispered Sarah as her counterpart and TB helped her get on her feet, "I thought you knew already."
"So, my face is gone." I said flatly. She nodded. For some reason the amount of stuff that I was being told and that was happening around me made it seem like a small deal. After all I saw my body more as a curse than a blessing, and I knew that my friends felt more or less the same way.
"Again, I'm sorry." repeated Sarah.
I shrugged. "Getting back the arm would be much more helpful than the face anyways."
"Glad to hear that. So…" Sarah changed back to her normal tone, and pointed at the yellow and brown Toys with her broken wrists, "I'm sure you met Toy Freddy and Toy Chica, TF and TC, or as I like to call them TGIF and KFC."
"Hey!" snapped back TF and TC while Sarah let out a cruel little chuckle.
"Sorry," she laughed, "it just doesn't get old."
My overloaded mind suddenly realized that we were missing someone.
"Where is Ja… umm… Bucky?" I asked bitterly. Somehow, calling him that felt a bit like betraying who he was.
"He's alright, more or less." said my brother as we all started to walk towards a door in the corner of the big room, myself still leaning on Ferny's shoulders.
"What do you mean with more or less?" I demanded, panic creeping into me.
"He's a bit damaged," answered Sean uncomfortably, "but we're taking good care of him."
"Why do I feel like it's more than that?" I thought anxiously, ignoring his reassurance.
"Mr. Bucky is very quiet." said TB with a hint of sadness, walking to my side as we approached the corner of the game area and a door that read Prize Corner, "Sometimes I think he's mad at us." A wave of guilt came over me as I remembered what happened that horrible night.
Sean walked in front of us and grabbed the door handle. "Bon, remember this." he said with sudden seriousness, "You're not a baby… and with that I mean a new animatronic, anymore. So stay calm and bear in mind you're about to meet a friend and an ally, okay?"
I nodded with annoyance while Sean opened the door. The first thing I spotted in a dark corner was a huge present box, the sight of which immediately brought back some bad memories.
"This be an old sailors meeting only," said Ferny to the three Toys with his faked accent, "sorry lads." The Toys answered with a harmonic "aww" as they sat on the floor.
Reluctantly, I followed Ferny, Sarah and my brother into the room. As soon as Sean closed the door the top of the box opened, and out came the dark, slender figure with needle-like fingers and a smiling skull-white face that always terrified the four year old me.
"Hey Pups!" called out Sarah behind me.
"Hi Sarah," replied the juvenile voice of Marionette as he heaved a leg out of the box, "hi guys."
"P-P-P-P…" I stammered, feeling how my legs weakened with terror as the figure's pinpoint white eyes looked at me.
"Hey Pizza Boy," he chuckled warmly, "glad you remember me."
A/N: Kudos to those that got the reference to Ch.4 at the end! And as always please let me know if you spotted an error. Have a good week and take care.