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Chapter 15

Zoe brushed BB's hair away from his face as he squirmed in his sleeping bag. He'd had a rough day, and after getting him something to eat and fixing up his injuries, he'd decided to go straight to bed. It was four thirty p.m., but he seemed pretty content with missing dinner and going to bed early.

Zoe kissed his forehead. "Goodnight."

He smiled. "Goodnight, Mom."

She got up and left the room, quietly shutting the door behind her. She turned around and saw Vincent sitting at one of the tables, reading a book. He glanced up from his book to look at her. "Is he feeling okay?" he asked, surprisingly gently.

She raised an eyebrow. He never seemed to care about the robots before. "Yeah, he's perfectly fine."

Vincent nodded. "Okay. Good. I just wanted to make sure that he wasn't too badly hurt."

This time, she raised both eyebrows. "Are you drunk or something?"

He looked confused. "What? No. Why do you ask?"

She shrugged and sat down on the chair opposite him. "You just don't seem to care about the animatronics. Heck, the only person you ever seem to care about is Scott, and even then..." She shrugged again.

He sighed. "There's a reason I don't care about people."

"What's the reason?" Zoe asked, curious. She knew nothing about the guy, and she wanted to know more about him.

He rolled his eyes. "I shouldn't have said anything," he whispered to himself. He shut his book and stood up, walking off towards his room and leaving the book lying on the table.

xXx

Scott rapped his knuckles on the door to Vincent's room. "Hey, Vince. You missed supper."

There was no response.

Scott sighed and opened the door. "Come on, you have to eat someth-" His sentence was cut off by a sudden coughing fit, courtesy of the smoke billowing out from the room.

He waved a hand in front of his face and walked into the room. Vincent was laying on the bed, his face buried in a pillow. His hat was tossed carelessly on the floor. His hand dangled over the side of the bed, a lit cigarette held loosely between two fingers. He'd freed his violet hair of its usual yellow hair elastic, and it was spread out across the pillow, obscuring his face from Scott's vision.

Scott sat down on the edge of the bed. "I'm going on the night shift in four hours," he said in an attempt to make conversation. "Should I be in the office with Fritz, or just do what I've always done before?"

Vincent shrugged and said nothing.

Scott sighed. He swung his legs up onto the bed and lay on his back beside Vincent. "What's wrong?"

Vincent shook his head, which Scott took as "There's nothing wrong. Now get out unless you have a death wish."

"There's definitely something wrong," the security guard protested. "You've been acting weird all day. What's going on?"

Vincent didn't say anything. Instead, he dropped the cigarette in his hand and reached down pick something up off the floor. He brought his arm up, and clutched tightly his was a yellow teddy bear, wearing a purple bow tie and top hat.

Scott understood immediately. He nodded. "Oh. Okay. Should I just-" He pointed at the open doorway.

Vincent nodded and adjusted his position so he was laying on his side, facing away from Scott. He hugged the little bear to his chest and stayed silent.

xXx

Goldie wasn't surprised to find that he was back in the house. He was sitting on the floor, with a flashlight clutched tightly in his small hands. But this time, he couldn't see anything. He patted the floor around him. The little yellow bear didn't seem to be there this time, which concerned him. He really was alone this time.

He was just about to stand up and explore the place when a deep demonic voice called out. "Hello?"

He gasped and immediately flicked the switch on the flashlight. He appeared to be in a hallway, open doorways lining the the end of the corridor, a small white chair sat under a window. The scene would have been peaceful, if not for the terrifying abomination sitting on top of the chair.

It looked very similar to Balloon Boy, what with the rosy cheeks and colourful clothing, but the similarities ended there. Its hands dangled beside the chair, the claw-tipped fingers just brushing the floor. Its mouth hung open, revealing two sets of sharp teeth. Its red eyes were looking straight at him, and he inhaled sharply. He quickly turned the light off. He didn't want to look at that thing again.

The creature spoke again. "Hello?"

Goldie was almost paralyzed with fear. He fumbled with the light, and turned it on. The thing was on the floor, and it immediately flew back up onto the chair. He shut it off and stayed silent. Maybe the thing would leave him alone if it thought he wasn't there. He heard a deep laugh, but didn't dare turn it back on. Finally, he couldn't stand it. He turned the light on to see if it was still there. The thing was frozen on the floor, its mouth still hanging open, its claws tangled up in the blue carpet.

It went on like that for about the next minute. Goldie would turn on the light and see if it was still there, and each time he turned it off, he left it off for longer and longer, thinking that it would leave him be if he didn't torture it with the light. Every time it was on, the thing was either frozen on the floor or somersaulting into a doorway.

Finally, the thing leaped out of a room and reached for him, clawing at his face with its grotesque claws and making a terrible screeching sound. Goldie screamed, and everything disappeared.

xXx

Balloon Boy had no idea where he was. It felt like he was sitting down on a chair, but he didn't know anything else about his surroundings. His hands felt heavier, and they dangled at his sides. He tried to lift them, with very little success. His teeth were different as well; they felt heavy in his mouth, and his head tipped forwards from the weight. He ran his tongue along the top row of teeth and found that they were sharp, like spikes.

"Hello?" he called out, but his voice was a lot deeper somehow. It sounded almost demonic.

Suddenly, a light flashed on, and he squinted. His eyes adjusted to the light, and he saw that he was sitting on a little wooden chair at the end of a hallway. Behind the glaring light was a small child with brown hair and a terrified expression on his face. They clutched a flashlight in their small, trembling hands. The beam of the flashlight shook as they shined it at BB.

As suddenly as it appeared, the light clicked off. A few seconds passed, and BB called out again. "Hello?"

The light flicked on again, and the child's face was visible again. Their eyes were wide open, and they were staring at BB as though he were some kind of monster. Seeing the kid like this was surprisingly amusing. The light disappeared again, and BB laughed. With great effort, he pushed himself off the chair. He slowly crept towards where he thought the child was.

The kid flicked the flashlight on, and BB jumped backwards, landing perfectly back on the chair. BB stared at the kid's scared face and had to restrain himself from laughing. For the next minute or so, he fell into a simple routine; when the light was off, he'd crawl towards the kid and taunt him with laughing; when it was on, he'd either freeze where he was on the ground or duck into a doorway.

Finally, the kid left the light off for too long. BB jumped out from the room he was hiding in and lunged at the little child. The kid flicked on the flashlight at the last moment, illuminating BB's long, clawed fingers as they grabbed at the kid. BB gnashed his teeth together, snapping at the boy's face, and the little child screamed.