Heh, about last chapter...ain't I a stinker? *laughs* I did say earlier that no one got both of who died right. That meant that there could have been some who got one or the other...but was one of them little Robby? Well, read and find out!
Chapter 12
He stood in darkness, it was cold…so cold that he felt it clenching around his heart like a boa constrictor. There was a laugh…or crying, he couldn't tell. What he could see was a crying, grey-eyed, blonde girl holding a porcelain mask with rosy pink cheeks, purple tear tracks and glowing golden eyes.
"H," the girl whispered, only to disappear.
The room went dark and light flickered back on, showing a crying, red-haired, golden eyed boy with one hand holding a fox mask, whose visible eye glowed the same gold as the boy's.
"E," he breathed before he too disappeared and the room once again went dark.
Another blonde girl, this one more chubby than the other girl, appeared, this one with tears streaming from her violet eyes while holding a bird mask with glowing golden eyes.
"L," she whispered as she faded away.
A boy with curly brown hair and tearful dark blue eyes appeared, holding a brown bear's mask with glowing eyes.
"P," he rasped, fading just like the others.
A third boy with straight black hair, glasses and tear-filled crimson eyes appeared, gripping a faded bluish purple rabbit mask with a glowing gold gaze.
"U," he breathed, just to disappear.
He turned once more to face a copper-haired girl with tears streaming from her gold eyes, holding a golden bear mask. Like the others, the mask's eyeholes glowed gold.
"S," she whispered, looking up at him only to disappear.
"'Help us'?" he murmured.
A heavy hand grabbed his shoulder and he turned around to face a dark, shadowy figure with razor-sharp teeth, scarlet eyes and a golden tie and tophat.
"You CAN'T!" the figure shrieked, grabbing at the boy.
Beep…beep…beep…beep…
"He's waking up!"
"Thank God!"
Robby slowly opened his eyes, his mouth felt like he'd been sucking on a wad of cotton and his ears were ringing terribly…but, due to the fact that he was feeling pain in his side, he was most certainly, definitely alive.
"Hey, lil' Capt'n,"
The boy's golden eyes blinked once, twice, and he smiled softly as Jeremy's face came into focus.
"Dad…" the boy croaked, making Jeremy smile and gently stroke the boy's hair.
"You, lil' Capt'n, are lucky to be alive," the former guard deadpanned, "You've been unconscious for a few days,"
"Wha…" little Robby stammered, right as a cool hand put itself on his shoulder, he looked up, eyes widening as he met a gaze that matched his own, "MAMA!"
"Shhh," Mike whispered, shushing him as a stream of dark tears fell from her eyes, "Not so loud. Robby, I…I'm so sorry. I should have just made you go home and…"
"Do you really think I would have stayed away?" the boy deadpanned before his eyes widened and he looked at Jeremy, "Um…Dad…this isn't wha…"
"Relax, lil' Capt'n," Jeremy told him, "Your mother was the one who called me,"
"Wait…you know?"
"She died in my arms, Robby," Jeremy started, "I witnessed her coming back. I figured that after the place burned that she and the others moved one…I should have known that the Charlie incident had something to do with your mother,"
"You really thought I was just going to let Charlie get away with that?" Mike snorted, making Robby chuckle.
"If you were still around? No," Jeremy shrugged, "But six a.m. rolls around and I'm getting a phone call and hearing a voice I thought gone for good…"
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Two Days Prior
Jeremy just walked into the house and flopped down on the couch. Night shift security guard at the local mall…should be easy considering what he'd been through before. He'd just closed his eyes when the phone rang. He gave a sigh and picked up the phone.
"Hello?" he asked tiredly.
"Jeremy!"
Jeremy nearly dropped the phone in surprise.
"M-Mike?" he breathed.
"Yeah, it's me," Mike growled, "Look, no time for questions…you need to get to Andrew's. I'll give you the address…but…but…"
Her voice started cracking.
"Robby's hurt…really bad. His uncle…he didn't mean it…Jeremy, please come here! He needs a hospital…"
"I'm on my way," Jeremy started, getting up from the couch.
When Jeremy got to the house, he was expecting to see the familiar human forms of his friends…not the nightmarish animatronics that were huddled around a still and bleeding form…and a silver shade that held him.
"Jeremy!" Amanda's voice came from Chica, "You're here!"
"Thank you for coming so quickly," Mike's shade started, trembling as she gently brushed her son's hair away from his eyes with a silver hand, "We tried to stop the bleeding as best we could…"
"GET AWAY FROM HIM!" a male voice yelled as a candlestick crashed down on top of the bigger Robby's head.
The fox shrieked and whipped around, his hook piercing Andrew's shirt and lifting him high.
"Where were you!?" Robby demanded, amber eyes glowing furiously as he bared his fangs, "When he was being hunted down!? WHILE YOU WERE HIDING IN YOUR ROOM! LIKE A FREAKIN' COWARD!"
"ROBBY!" Mike snapped, "That's enough!"
She turned to face Andrew, who was mouthing his son's name as he looked at the fox.
"You, are not helping!" she hissed, "Just…just get out of here!"
The fox dropped his father and turned back towards his sister, his shell falling flat on its face as his silver form streamed out of it, kneeling next to his nephew.
"Jeremy, you have to get him to a hospital," she told him, "Please…he'll die if you don't,"
Jeremy picked up the unconscious sixteen year old, looking at the glowing gazes that were locked onto him.
"I'll take him…but I want explainations…from all of you, when I get back," he told the golden spirit.
"Thank you, Jeremy," Mike whispered.
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Present day
"Then this morning, your mother just popped into the room," Jeremy told the boy, "She explained everything. I'm probably going to go back to Andrew's once you're better and see if I can wake Emily up,"
"You're not mad?" little Robby asked.
"Why would he be mad?" another male voice asked and Robby turned around to face his uncle, who looked sadly at him, "If anyone has a right to be mad, it's you, lil' Capt'n. I…I'm so sorry…"
"It wasn't your fault, Uncle Robby," the boy dismissed, "It's the Marionette's fault for making you do it…"
"But I still did it," the red spirit sighed, "Just like in '87,"
"I've told you once and I've told you again, Robby," Jeremy sighed, "I forgive you!"
"Still doesn't erase what happened!" the older spirit snapped back, jabbing his hook at Jeremy, "You still black out because of me…because I let that thing take control of me! And now, not only have I nearly killed you, I nearly killed my own nephew!"
"Robby, keep your voice down!" Mike hissed, "someone will hear you!"
"I don't care!" the red spirit growled, "I'm done living like this! I just want to go home!"
He sank to his knees like a puppet whose strings had been cut.
"It's been thirty years, Mike," he whispered, hugging his arms as his sister knelt down beside him, "I just want to be with Mama…Mike…I want…I want…"
"Want what, Uncle Robby?" the living child asked, making the spirit look up at him.
"I want to die," he pleaded, "I want to move on…but I can't… because I'm stuck in that thing! And I don't know how to go! We thought by ending Scott it would free us…but now he's dead and with us and we're still stuck here living with our fears,"
A hand laid itself on the red spirit's shoulder, making him look up at his nephew.
"Don't worry, Uncle Robby, we'll figure it out," the living boy promised.
The older Robby shook his head.
"You're hurt…you need to heal before you even think about doing anything," he said, defeated, "And just forget it…what's another thirty years anyway?"
Both ghosts looked at each other. They didn't want the boy to be in danger again…
"Why don't we let him get some rest," Jeremy suggested, "Then you two can explain everything that went on the past decade after the fire,"
"Sure thing," Mike nodded, picking up her brother and turning towards her son, kissing him on the forehead, "I'll be back soon…I'm so sorry that this happened to you,"
"Don't worry about it Mama," he told her, "Love you, Mama,"
"I love you too, Lil' Capt'n," Mike smiled, kissing his head again before walking out with her brother and Jeremy.
Hours later, little Robby was trying to fall asleep, but was woken up as a little boy shot into his room.
"Um…hi?" he blinked as the little blonde boy dashed behind his bed, his turquois eyes bright, "Can I help you?"
"I'm hiding from my sisters," the boy whispered, "Don't tell 'em I'm…"
"Daniel Dylan Chase!" a familiar voice called as an equally familiar form walked into the room.
"…here," the boy sighed as Max walked up to him.
"What have we told you about running off like that? I'm sorry about my little brot…" Max chastised, grabbing his hand and turning towards Robby, "ROBBY!?"
"Uh…hi, Max," Robby smiled, "Fancy seeing you here,"
"What happened!?" Max demanded.
"Remember my grandpa's bots?" Robby told her, "One glitched and got me pretty good…"
Max's face went pale.
"It…it wasn't the gold bear was it…?"
"Goldie? No," Robby shook his head, "She's the one who called Dad and made sure that the bleeding stopped. Foxy glitched…he felt pretty bad about it considering what happened in '87,"
"You're sure it wasn't the bear?" Max asked slowly.
"I'm positive…why?"
"'Cause the bear's the one that bit Daddy," Daniel chirped.
"Daniel!" Max hissed.
"…What?" Robby blinked.
Max gave a sigh.
"My dad was the victim of the Bite of…"
"That's not possible, my dad was bit…" Robby started, only for Max to shake her head.
"Jeremy Fitzgerald was the victim of the Bite of '87," Max told him, "James Chase was the victim of the Bite of '83…and it was caused by Fredbear…or Goldie as you call her,"
"There was a second bite?"
"Why do you think Spring Bonnie and Fredbear were shut down?" Max shrugged, "Look, my uncle was a big jerk, he and his friends knew my Dad was terrified of the animatronics…even though he liked the plushies. So, on my Dad's birthday, my uncle and his friends picked up my Dad and put him close to Fredbear's mouth. They meant to make her kiss him, but their hands slipped and his head ended up all the way in her mouth. She was singing and her jaws came all the way down…"
Max closed her eyes, shaking her head.
"Dad's got nasty scarring on the back and sides of his head. It's a miracle he's alive," she whispered, "after about a year in a coma, he started acting normal for a boy, still had a crippling fear of the bots, but avoided my uncle like the plague. But, he grew up, married my Mom, had Wisty, me and Daniel…but he relapsed lately and he's in the hospital again. I have to admit, Robby…I'm jealous of your Dad…Jeremy only came out with a scar and some issues…but nothing to put him in the hospital,"
"Max…I…I didn't know," the boy murmured.
"And you're going back to that house aren't you?" Max asked, "Those monsters…Robby, you've lost just as much as I have…more even…because of that franchise! You lost your uncle, your mother, and your dad is crippled…why do you go back?"
He looked up at her.
"Because that is where I need to be,"
Meanwhile, somewhere dark and dangerous…and away from everyone else, Marionette stood, arms crossed and glaring at the deepest darkness in front of her.
"I know you're there," she sighed, "Why don't you just show yourself,"
A low, rippling laugh wove through the darkness as two scarlet lights flickered into being about two feet about Marionette's head.
"I happen to like the dark, my little friend," a soft, dark, blood-chilling voice whispered, "Why do you bother me?"
"It's the boy," Marionette deadpanned, "He managed to survive…again,"
The scarlet lights twinkled brightly, shining in the darkness and barely illuminating the area…revealing razor sharp fangs but not much else.
"That is your problem, not mine,"
"He'll be your problem if you don't help me," Marionette snapped.
"Aw, is the little puppet scared of an itty, bitty, baby human?"
"I'm not scared!" Marionette snarled, "I just don't want to take any chances! He is his mother's son! He has all her power! He is the only one who can free them because he's the only one still alive! If we kill him…those five are under my control forever,"
"You seem so sure of yourself,"
Marionette's fists clenched.
"I WOKE YOU! YOU WILL DO AS I SAY!" she screeched.
A shadow slammed her into a wall, pressing against her neck as a sharper one pointed above her 'heart'. The scarlet eyes flashed and flared in rage.
"You did not do anything," the voice snarled, "I would have woken up whenever I chose. And I chose to wake up when you called. Marionette, there is nothing that you could have done to wake me…or stop me even if you tried,"
The shadows released and Marionette glared up at the scarlet lights.
"I will kill the boy, that is for sure," the voice hummed, "Either he proves himself strong of mind and I kill him myself or he proves himself weak of mind and does the job for me…either way, he will die. That is a certainty,"
"And if she tries to stop you?"
The voice gave it's rippling laugh as a misty, taloned paw put itself on Marionette's shoulder.
"She could not stop me just as you cannot. After all…whereas shadows fade with the light…Nightmares are eternal…"
Marionette nodded…but deep in the back of her own mind…out of everything she had seen in her nearly fifty years of life…
Nothing scared her more than this creature before her.
You all really thought I killed him, didn't you? C'mon, guys! You know me...if I really wanted to kill him off I'd do it in the most brutal way possible (because he's one of my favorites and I like torturing my favorites! Hence why Spring got the beat down last chapter). Anyway, I bet you all know who Marionette was talking to, huh? The best way I can describe that character in mental state (based on books and movies I've watched) is a mix between Bellatrix Lestrange from Harry Potter and Alucard from Helsing (Though my character is no way on the good side!). Also, I put in a few references here...can anyone guess? (*hint, they're book/author references! You'll know if you've read that author's series!).
I hope you guys liked it, if you did send in the reviews! (Along with ideas because I will need them eventually!) :)
Qui vállë tóquetë, ván tecë (If no review comes from y'all; no story comes from me)
Máriessë ar mára tecië
Farewell and fair writing
Elhini Prime signing off.