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.

22. Chapter 22

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Chapter 22

Goldie sighed as he straightened his purple top hat. He leaned against the sink in the boys' bathroom and brushed his blonde fringe away from his eyes, reliving the night before in his mind.

The nightmare he'd had that night hadn't been the same as the others. This one hadn't been about the golden plushie in the house, or even about the small, evil looking robot on the chair. This one had been nightmarish in a different kind of way. He pushed it out of his mind and tried to focus on Mari and that weird music box.

He remembered Mari waking him up in the middle of the night. He had pretended to be asleep when she left, and later she claimed that she had heard a noise that turned out to be the music box. He hadn't heard anything, however, so he had no idea how she would have been able to hear it from where they were.

Then there was the little spazz attack Foxy had when Fritz turned the light on. He hadn't actually seen it himself, as his own software had been glitching as well, but Fritz had explained while they were taking Foxy to Parts and Service. Goldie wondered why Foxy had been effected by the light worse then he was. Fritz had tried fixing their software the night before, but he had been unsuccessful.

"Sorry, Goldie," Fritz had apologized as he unplugged the wires leading from the control panel to the robot's hands. "I just can't figure out what's wrong with it. Maybe you should just avoid coming out of the kitchen at night from now on, okay?"

Goldie took a deep breath and put his yellow waistcoat on over top of his slightly lighter dress shirt. He should just forget about it. It was just making him worried.

He tightened his bow tie and straightened his yellow bear ears before turning away from the mirror and walking out of the bathroom. He tried to push all the negative thoughts from his mind as he walked straight down the hallway towards the security room. Mari had given Fritz the music box first thing that morning, and Fritz had put it in the security room so when he and Scott came back after working hours, they could talk to the other guards about it. Goldie wanted to take a look at the music box again, just to see if he could figure anything out.

He was just about to past Party Room 3 when he heard a sound from behind him. He turned around. It seemed to be coming from the room he just passed. He walked towards it and glanced inside, then realized that it was coming from the wall on the right of the room. He cautiously walked towards it. He examined the wall for the source of the sound. It was a continuous noise, never stopping. It was hard to tell, but sounded almost like music. It didn't sound like the music box, however. This was different.

Goldie stepped back from the wall. There was nothing there that could be making the music. He walked out of the room and looked to his right. The closest room to this one was the Parts and Service room. He walked towards the door and opened it. Zoe was inside, fiddling around with the mechanical stuff in Foxy's head. Foxy's hook and knee were now re-attached to the rest of his body, and he was propped up on a chair with his eye closed as Zoe inspected Foxy's open head. After a quick glance around the room, Goldie concluded that there was nothing that could be making this music and closed the door.

He walked back and stood between the party room and Parts and Service. If it wasn't coming from either room, it had to be coming from the wall between them. He examined it closely and saw a faint outline of a rectangle about the size of a door in the wallpaper. He pushed on it with one hand and it opened slightly. The sound was much clearer now, and Goldie realized that the sound was, in fact, music. He recognized it as a violin. Goldie opened the door a little wider and poked his head in so he could see.

Inside was a small room that had a bed and a dresser pushed aside to one wall. Random objects were scattered all over the floor, and the drawers of the dresser were open, spilling clothes onto the carpet. Vincent stood in the center of the room, his eyes closed, an untroubled, serene look on his face. In one of his hands, he held a violin, the other end resting on his shoulder. In his other was a bow. He dragged it across the strings of the instrument, releasing a gentle, melodic sound that resonated throughout the room.

The scene was familiar. He thought back to the dream he'd had that night and felt an odd pressure on his chest. He gasped at the feeling, and the music suddenly broke off. Goldie quickly backed out of the doorway and ran back to the bathroom. His eyes felt odd as well, and when he looked in the mirror, he saw a clear liquid like water running down his face from his eyes.