Scrap Metal

by Whiskey-With-Patron

After a local mechanic was hired to rebuild and upgrade the old animatronics, everyone thought everything would be fine. But then the animatronics start malfuntioning, and one of them tries to kill a security guard. Rumours are circulating, and everyone is keeping secrets. As the robots change one by one, fear returns to the restaurant, and no one is safe.

19. Chapter 19

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Chapter 19

Chica emerged from her bathroom stall in a yellow t-shirt and a denim skirt. "That was insane," she commented, tying her hair back in a ponytail.

Tia nodded as she fixed her own blonde hair in a bun. "I know. I had no idea kids could be so..." She paused, thinking for the right word.

"Annoying?" Springtrap suggested.

"Weird?" Mari offered.

"Crazy?"

"Loud?"

Tia nodded. "Yeah. That." She pulled on the pink jacket she had been given earlier that day, then waved to Chica. "Come on. Let's go help Uncle Mike clean up the Game Area."

Chica and Tia left the bathroom, and Springtrap sighed. "I should probably go with them. The restaurant is a pretty big mess." She walked to the door, then looked back at Mari. "You wanna come?"

Mari hesitated. "Yeah, I'll be along in a minute."

Springtrap gave her friend a smile and a nod, then opened the door. As soon as it closed, Mari sighed and sank to the ground. It was about two o'clock p.m., meaning that the day more than half over. In about eight more hours, Zoe would send them to bed. Everyone would fall asleep, one by one. Mari would be the last one to fall asleep, as usual. Then she would awake a while later, panicking.

For BB and Goldie were not the only ones being plagued with nightmares. And hers were much, much worse.

xXx

Vincent flopped facedown on his bed, his face buried in the pillow. He didn't bother to put a bandage on his leg, which was now bleeding. He also hadn't eaten lunch or even breakfast, but he wasn't really in the mood for eating. Besides, all there was at the restaurant was fast food, and Vincent didn't know how to cook anything else except toast, but he wasn't even in the mood for that.

He wasn't quite sure what had happened in the hallway, when the Fredbear robot had changed. He was hallucinating. That was the only logical explanation. He was hallucinating about what had happened in 1987, as well as having nightmares about it. Maybe all the guilt from what he'd done was finally getting to him, and he was starting to go insane. That was the only explanation.

But it had looked so real, a small voice in his head protested.

But it wasn't.

He even had the little gold bear in his arms, like he always did.

But the bear was still in Vincent's room.

But what if it's not?

It had probably been the fact that Goldie looked a lot like his animatronic counterpart that conjured up the image of the bear.

What about the story of the kids?

He didn't want to think about that.

The kids' souls were trapped in the suits they were stuffed in.

Vincent didn't care.

His soul is probably inside Goldie.

"Stop it," Vincent said aloud.

You could talk to him.

"No."

He might remember what happened.

"STOP."

It could all be how it was before the Bite.

'STOP IT."

Just try.

"SHUT UP!"

What have you got to lose, anyway?

...

Silence.