Disclaimer: I do not own Five Nights at Freddy's: Security Breach or anything associated with the Five Nights at Freddy's franchise. For it is the property of Scott Cawthon and Steel Wool Studio. Rest assured, that the day that I do, is the day Security Breach shall receive an update that will not only allow you to save the other Glamrocks along with Vanessa, but also allow you to have your own Glitchtrapped ending.
Chapter Summary: He touched his mind, and pulled him forth. Now he was going to make them both so proud.
Pairing: Gregory/Greglin x Vanessa/Vanny.
Warning: This fanfiction will contain sensitive subject matter such as the graphic depiction of child-killing, alcohol being given to minors, hints of pedophilia, gaslighting, and other such things. As such, this fanfiction shall be rated M for a mature audience. Viewer discretion is strongly advised.
Glitchtrapped Chapter 02: A Dark Genesis
By IrysGundam005
The first thing Greglin ever recalled seeing life were the colors purple and yellow.
The moment he had opened his eyes for the first time, Gregory's Glitchtrapped persona had been greeted by the sight of a vast purple void. One that was adorned with images of golden cartoon rabbits that went on as far as the eye could see.
'Where... Where am I?' He thought to himself as he sat up, and looked around. Seeing nothing but the endless expanse of purple and yellow. "What is all this?" He said out loud. Unaware that he would soon get an answer.
"Welcome, son. I've been waiting for you."
That was when he first heard his voice.
Greglin looked around for the source of the voice, and it didn't take him long to find it. As soon he came face-to-face with a tall figure that resembled a humanoid male rabbit. he was mainly gold in color with light-gold accents on his ears, torso, and snout. he had an egg-shaped face with bright purple eyes that looked at Greglin with keen interest, short eyelashes, and long thin eyebrows. He had two black whiskers on either side of his mouth and a large gin that showed off-white teeth with two larger ones on the top. He wore a deep purple bowtie, two dark buttons below said bowtie coupled with a matching star-speckled vest.
Greglin blinked at the rabbit man several times before he spoke. "Who are you?" He asked, and the rabbit man chuckled.
"I go by many names, son. But Glitchtrap shall do for now." He answered as he began to walk around him.
"I see..." Greglin said, his eyes following the rabbit man. He then looked around at the endless void of purple and gold rabbits. "Where are we?" He asked.
"Why, we are in the midst of your genesis my boy," Glitchtrap said.
"My...genesis?" Greglin parroted, confused. "What's that?" He asked, causing Glitchtrap to look back at him.
"Simply put? You are in the middle of your birth, to so speak." Glitchtrap answered, much to Greglin's confusion.
"I don't...understand," Greglin said, looking about. "Where am I? What's "my genesis"? And..." He then looked down at himself in confusion. "...who am I?"
Glitchtrap then sauntered over and laid a hand on the boy's shoulder. "You..." he began. "Are something I have brought forth into this world." He told him.
"Brought forth"?" Greglin repeated, tilting his head. "So are you like...my father?" He asked, causing Gliitchtrap to chuckle.
"I suppose you can think of it like that, yes." He said as he stepped away from the boy. "Perhaps it would be better if I elaborated a little bit. Mm?" He offered, tilting his head to the side.
Then, with a wave of his hand, he caused a duplicate of Greglin to materialize before him. The difference is that this one was lacking the purple eyes that Greglin had. And instead, had eyes as brown as his hair.
"Who's that!? And why does he look like me!?" Greglin exclaimed, startled to see another him suddenly manifest before his eyes.
"This is Gregory," Glitchtrap began, as he made his way behind Gregory. "A young street orphan that was recently taken in by one of my most devoted followers. And he is whom I have pulled you into existence from." He explained.
"Pulled me into existence from"?" Greglin repeated, tilting his head to the side. "Do you mean like you...yanked me out of him?" He asked.
"More or less," Glitchtrap admitted with a devilish smile. "A more accurate description would be that I had touched his mind, and allowed you to manifest within his brain." He went on to explain.
"So does that mean I'm like, a part of this Gregory person?" He asked, focusing in on the image of his originator. Whomever he was, Greglin could feel he was already not going to like him.
"Yes." Gltichtrap nodded. "You are a part of Gregory's mind. One that has existed for a very long time, even if he was not aware of it." He said.
"I don't get it," Greglin said, making Glitchtrap chuckle.
"I figured you wouldn't. It's a...admittedly difficult concept for one so young to understand. So allow me to help you better understand everything," He said. "Within the minds of all living individuals, there exists a certain...part of them, that they keep locked away. Not a different personality so to speak. But just a piece of them they don't let out. Or if they do, they don't let it out often. Like an otherwise angry man secretly having a soft spot for kittens. Or a kindly security guard who has a secret yearning for blood and gore." He chuckled at that last one. "In essence, they are parts of people that they keep locked away. Buried within the deepest recesses of their mind." He paused for a second before looking back at Greglin. "Do you understand now?" He asked.
"I...guess?" Greglin answered, tilting his head. He still didn't get it all, but he was nevertheless, curious as to where he had come from.
"Good," Glitchtrap said before he continued. "Now then. As for how this relates to you." He smiled in a way that reminded Greglin of a shark. "You are that part of Gregory's mind that I found when I touched it while we were one. And it is because of that, I was able to bring you to the forefront of his mind, and gave you will. Gave you personality. And allowed you to manifest as a true individual." He declared, proudly.
"...So in essence, you really are my father!" Greglin realized with a smile.
"I suppose there is some truth to that...son." Glitchtrap chuckled, as he patted Greglin on the head. The split personality of Gregorgy giggled as he leaned into it briefly before he frowned.
"But how did...how did I come to be?" He then asked. "I mean I know how you brought me into existence, but how did...?" He began to ask, only to find himself struggling to find the right words.
Fortunately, Gltichtrap was there to help. "How did the thoughts that created you come to be?" He offered, and Greglin nodded. Smiling, the bow-tied rabbit waved his hand, and the image disappeared. And in its place, several more images appeared. Greglin looked at them and saw that they were all of himself -or rather, Gregory- interacting with different people.
An older burly man with a thick black beard, and an older woman with copper-orange hair dressed in old fashion clothing. An orange-haired older boy and a black-haired girl roughly around the same age. A trio of younger kids all around the same age: a boy with black hair, a girl with orange hair, and a boy with black hair. And finally, an elderly woman with curly grey hair.
Greglin stared at the images for a few seconds before his expression morphed into a glare. "I don't like them." He said as he felt a fury building up inside of him just from their faces alone.
"As you should not. For they have caused you nothing but pain." Glitchtrap agreed as he continued. "These are Gregory's tormentors," Glitchtrap began, as he gestured towards the individuals as he spoke. "His aunt Karen and uncle Austin. His older cousins Richard and Rachael. His little cousins Joseph, Abana, and Yitro. And finally, his old caretaker at the orphanage he once dwelled at. One Greta Huffington, the owner of Greta's Home for the Lost and the Wayward." He listed off. "All of them having made Gregory suffer in the past. And that suffering is what lead to your creation." He said.
"What do you mean?" Greglin asked.
In response, Glitchtrap snapped his fingers, and the images became animated.
"Get up, you damnable little gremlin! Your work ain't done!" Austin demanded as he hoisted an injured Gregory up off his feet by the collar of his shirt. His steel-grey eyes burned themselves into Gregory's soul.
"You dirty little gremlin! Look at this mess!" Karen screeched, as she slapped Gregory hard enough to send him sprawling across the floor. "I didn't spend all day getting this kitchen clean just so you could go and dirty it with your shoes!" She hissed at him as she threw a mop at him. "Clean it up!" She demanded.
"Watch your mouth, you little gremlin!" Richard threatened, as he grabbed Gregory and forced him into a headlock. "Otherwise, mom's gonna sow it shut if I don't bust it up first!" He growled.
"Ugh! Go away, you little gremlin!" Rachael snapped, slapping Gregory on the cheek. "I'm trying to do my homework! And I don't have time to play with a little gremlin such as you!" She said coldly.
"Gremlin! Gremlin! Gregory's a little Gremlin!" Joseph, Abana, and Yitro all sang mockingly at Gregory.
"Get your ass in here right this instant, Gregory! Don't make me blister your little ass, you little Gremlin!" Greta Huffington demanded, as she forcefully yanked Gregory into her bedroom.
Glitchtrap stopped the images as he then turned back to Greglin. Who had been watching them with hate burning in his eyes.
"Gremlin. That's what they called you," He said, in a sympathetic voice. "A word they hurled at you to belittle you, hurt you, and make you feel weak and unwanted." He said as Greglin stared at the images intently. As fury and sadness swelled up inside of him the longer he continued to look at them.
"But why?" Greglin asked, balling his fists. "Why would they insult me? Make fun of me? Hurt me?" He demanded.
"Because of your parents," Glitchtrap answered, waving his hand again. The images vanished and were replaced by three new ones. That of an older man who resembled a more grown-up version of Gregory, and a woman around his age with platinum-blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and porcelain-toned skin who wore mostly blue. In the middle of them was a much younger-looking Gregory. One around three or four years old. And who was laughing and smiling as he held his parents' hands.
"My...parents?" Greglin questioned, as the image seemed to invoke feelings of familiarity, warmth, and kindness within his heart. He then looked at Glitchtrap confused. "But I thought-?"
"They are your parents by birth," Glitchtrap quickly interjected. "I might have pulled you into this world from the recesses of Gregory's mind, but they are the ones who sired you into this world." He stated.
"I see." Greglin nodded, as he stared at the images of "his" mother and father. "Who were they?" He asked.
"Ryan and Bethany Clover," Glitchtrap answered. "Married young following a night of passion that caused Bethany to be pregnant with you. They raised you for the first five years of your life and then were lost in an accident involving a semi-truck driver who really should have taken a nap or two."
The images changed to show Gregory inside the back seat of a car as it got hit. Greglin got a first-person viewing as he watched the car sent flying into the air, where it crashed several feet from whatever had impacted it. Hard enough to render Gregory unconscious for a period...only to awaken later to discover the twisted, mangled bodies of Ryan and Bethany.
"M-m-m-m-mom!? D-d-d-d-dad!?" Gregory stuttered as he stared in disbelief. Tears trailing down the sides of his face. Greglin felt the boy's distress and refusal to see what he was believing. Causing tears of his own to start overflowing his eyes.
"Mom...Dad..." Greglin whispered, watching as the image vanished right as little Gregory had started to try and wake his parent up.
Glitchtrap then stepped in front of Greglin without his usual smile gone. "My apologies, little one. I didn't mean to cause you such stress." He said softly, as he laid a hand on each of Greglin's shoulders. "However, I felt it was only fair for you to know the truth." He said.
Greglin meanwhile, only sat there and cried. Though he had never known Gregory's actual parents, he could still feel the heartache over their loss. No doubt due to the shared connection he had with his originator.
He then looked up at Glitchtrap. "...What happened afterward?" He asked, sniffing.
Wordlessly, Gltichtrap waved his hand as more images began to appear. These of Gregory attending his parent's funeral. "After your mother and father were buried, you were taken in by your Uncle Austin and his family," He said, as the image changed to show Gregory walking off with his aunt, uncle, and cousins as they drove home in silence. "Sadly, however. It was not a happy life to be." Glitchtrap said, as the image then change to a series of less-than-pleasant ones.
The scene had changed to show the car driving up to an old-fashion three-story home made of wood. The family then made their way out of the car in complete silence. As they walked up the stairs of the front porch, though. Gregory made what was perhaps the biggest mistake of his life.
"Um. Uncle Austin?" He said as the older man was in the process of opening the door.
"What boy?" He demanded. His deep voice made Gregory jump back.
"I...just wanted to say thank you for-" He tried to say, only to be cut short when Austin reared around to face him. His steel-grey eyes glared down at Gregory in such a way, it made him go stiff with fear. And then, the older man grabbed Gregory by his collar and hoisted him up off his feet to eye level.
"Listen to me boy, and listen well. Because I will only say this once," Austin began as he continued to glare into Gregory's eyes. "I did not adopt you because I wanted to. I brought you here so that you don't cause anyone any more problems. Do you understand me?" He demanded.
"P-p-problems? What do you mean?" Gregory asked in a fearful voice.
"You caused the death of my sister!" He growled at the younger boy, as the grip he had on his collar tightened. "It's your fault that she died as young as she did. And that my family must mourn the death of one of our own. All because of the sin of your existence!" He spat at him.
"What are you talking about!?" I didn't kill Mama or Papa!" Gregory insisted as tears began to form in his eyes.
"Not directly. But your existence brought down the wrath of all-mighty upon them!" Karen spat at the boy. She had decided to weigh in on the conversation.
"What!?" Gregory said in disbelief. "What are you talking about!? Why is my existence a sin!? What even is a sin anyway!?" He demanded.
"A sin is an act of transgression against God, boy," Austin told him coldly. "It's one of the most grievous things one can commit. An offense that, if not properly repentant for, can result in your little but going straight to the fires of hell!" He hissed.
"But why-" Gregory tried to say, only to be cut off by Karen.
"Because your parents had given into temptation, and conceived you long before they took the appropriate vows!" She hissed at him. "And you are the living proof of their transgressions against the Lord Our Father!" She added in a nasty tone.
"And the fact that you were spared when they perished is a true testament to evil," Austin added, as he then dropped Gregory hard on the ground. "Your devil touched, boy. And that's all there is to it. Which is why you are here. So that your sinful existence doesn't cause anyone else any more problems." He huffed.
"But...But..." Gregory stammered as his whole body shook.
"No buts!" Austin snapped, as he opened the door, and allowed his children with his wife. "And until we have a proper room sat up for you, your little but is staying outside. Got it!?" He demanded. When Gregory didn't answer, he stomped his boot on the ground. "Got. It!?" He demanded again. This time with greater intensity to his voice.
Gregory readily nodded as he tried to fight back his tears. "Yes." He said.
"Yes, what?" Austin demanded.
"Yes, Sir. Uncle-" He was cut off when Austin slammed his boot on the ground again. Making Gregory yelp in surprise, as Greglin started to seeth.
"You," He began, glaring down at the boy. "Have no right to call me that. I will tolerate it only when we are in public. But while it is only us, you shall refer to me as Mr. Church. Do you understand?" He demanded.
Again, Gregory readily nodded. "Yes sir, Mr. Church..." Gregory managed to bring himself to say.
"Good. Now stop crying. I won't tolerate such sassiness in my home." He told him before he went back inside. Making sure to slam the door shut on his way in. Leaving Gregory alone to sit on the front porch as he attempted not to cry.
Greglin, meanwhile, was fuming at what they had witnessed. Tears forming in his eyes just as Gregory had. "Why?" He whispered. "Why did they treat me like that!? Why did they call me a sin!? What are they even talking about?" He shouted as he started gritting his teeth.
"From what I understand," Glitchtrap began, as the rabbit cupped his chin. "Your parents had been intimate with each other before they were married." He answered. When he saw Greglin look at him confused, he patted Greglin on the head before adding. "You don't need to know the specifics, yet. But it is the process by which children are created. And was typically reserved for when a man and a woman had become married to each other." He then paused at the image of Austin and Karen. "Based on the way they acted, and them speaking of God and sin and temptation, I would hazard a guess their an old fashion religious family. one who believed in abstinence before marriage. And did not take kindly to having to deal with an out-of-wedlock child." He deduced.
"Out-of-wedlock"?" Greglin parroted, not liking the phrasing.
"It means you had been conceived or born before your parents had married," Glithchtrap answered, causing Greglin to get even angrier.
"You mean to tell me that the reason they were such...such jerks to me...is simply because my parents had me before they were married!?" He exclaimed, glaring at the image of Austin and his family.
"In essence? Yes." Glitchtrap answered.
Greglin hissed. "Bastard!" He snarled with gritting teeth as he shot a look of death at Austin.
"Oh, I'm afraid that it gets much worst from here," Glitchtrap warned, as with another wave of his hand, the images started to change yet again.
He saw it all. The beatings he got for the most minor of misconduct. The bullying he got from the siblings ranged from noogies from Richard, to slaps from Rachael to the childish taunts of the triplets. The humiliations inflicted upon him but their children. The insidious punishments from simple things such as spankings and no dinner to a whole day trapped inside of a cramped dark closet.
But most of all, he saw the pain. The pain that his originator had endured. The pain that his tormentors had inflicted upon him. And how he seemed to just...just take it! Never once trying to fight back, or defend himself.
And then he saw the memory that had given Gregory his infamous nickname: Gremlin.
He had been helping Austin with some work on the ranch one autumn morning. The two were in the middle of fixing up the white picket fence that surrounded the Church household. That was, however, until Gregory accidentally tripped, and crashed into a portion of it. Which caused several of the boards to come undone. Much to Austin's fury.
"You little Gremlin! Look what you've done!" Austin yelled as he slapped Gregory so hard across the face, it left the boy crying on the ground. However, Austin was without sympathy. "Knock it off! I want none of your sissy tears you little Gremlin!" He snapped, forcing Gregory up off the ground, and to his feet. "Now stop crying, and get back to work you Gremlin!" He snarled, slapping Gregory on the butt hard, and making him yelp in pain.
And from that day on, the name stuck. Anytime they wanted to insult him, the Churches would refer to him as Gremlin. A word they hurled with venomous fury. For them, it was the perfect insult. A little monster who caused nothing but chaos wherever he went. Who's presence had caused the accident that claimed the life of Austin's sister Bethany.
And from there, the memories got worst.
One image, in particular, had shown Gregory after he had been forced to clean up his muddy shoe prints with the mop Karen had given him. Once he had finished, she snatched it from him.
"Now what have we learned?" She demanded angrily.
"To not track mud in the house," Gregory answered in a timid voice. And when he heard her growling, he added. "And to always take my shoes off before coming in." He added.
"Good. Now come with me!" She demanded, as she grabbed Gregory's ear and began to pull him along.
"Owowow! Aunt Karen! Please stop!" Gregory pleaded, only for her to pull harder.
"That's Mrs. Church to you, you little Gremlin!" She hissed, twisting his earlobe, and making him cringe in pain. She then eventually lead him to an empty closet located under the stares and threw him in. "Now then. As proper penance, you are going to remain in there until I or Austin decide otherwise." Karen declared as she closed the door.
"But Mrs. Church-!" Gregory tried to plead, only to have the door slammed shut. Leaving him in the dark. Causing him to start to panic and bang on the door. "Let me out! Let me out! Please let me out!" He begged as hot tears started pouring down his face. But no matter how hard he begged, Karen would not come back. And eventually, Gregory curled up into a ball and began to cry to himself. Terrified of being left in the dark all alone. "Please...I'm sorry..." He sobbed as the image faded away.
Greglin began breathing in deeply. His fists were clenched so tightly, it looked as though he was trying to dig his fingernails into them. Hot tears trailed down his eyes as he continued to stare.
"It makes you angry. Doesn't it, son?" Glitchtrap noted, amused. "To see all the events that you had been proxy to played out before you. To see how you were tormented as part of your other. To see what pain others had inflicted upon you. Doesn't it just infuriate you?" He asked, coming over, and putting a hand on the red-faced boy.
Greglin took in a deep breath. "It pisses me the hell off!" He screamed furiously as he stomped his foot. "Why!? Why!? Why!?" He repeated, stomping with each word. "Why the hell did Gregory ever put up with all this!? Why would he endure torment like that, and never do anything about it!?" He snapped as anger for his originator flowed through him like lava.
"It is because, despite his own desires, he was weak," Glitchtrap stated. "So bound by morality even when it hurt him. So constrained by a desire to "be good" even when it allowed others to inflict pain upon him. Or even...worst..." Gltichtrap declared, as with a wave of his hand, the images returned. Now showing Austin dropping Gregory at the infamous orphanage: Ms. Huffington's Home for the Lost and Wayward.
"We've had enough of you, boy!" Austin growled at Gregory, as he handed Gregory over to the owner of the place, Greta Huffington. "As much as we would like to ensure that you caused no more harm in the world, it's become clear that your Devil influence is too much for my family! As such, we no longer want you around!" He spat at him.
"But Uncle Austin-!" Gregory tried to protest, only to be cut off by the man's glare. "M-Mr. Church. Please don't leave me here!" He tried to plead, only to be ignored as Austin turned around, and walked off.
He did, however, stop briefly to say something to Greta Huffington. Who had been watching the two. "He is all yours now. Though if you want my advice, be careful around this little Gremlin. He is nothing but trouble." He had said, before he went on his way. Now having officially ditched Gregory, and leaving him in the care of the woman before him.
"Now then, Gregory. Why don't we help you get settled in?" Greta offered with a kind smile as she lead him to what was to be his room.
What Gregory was unaware that at the time, however, was that it was poisonous honey ready to choke him. But he would soon learn that in time. Especially when the next set of images came in before Greglin.
The first time something major happened had been when Gregory and the other children had been playing kickball with each other while Greta watched them from the sidelines sipping tea out of a fine set of china. Unfortunately, during the game, Gregory kicked the ball a little too hard and sent it flying in Greta's direction. Where it shattered her tea set and spilled tea all over her dress. Much to the horror of the other children.
Gregory was quick to realize what he had done. "Uh-oh." He whispered as he saw Greta bolt up from her chair at him.
"You little Gremlin!" Greta snapped, slapping Gregory as hard as she could. Gregory soon felt his head ringing as he was knocked back to the ground. "I agree to take you in under my roof! Give you a family after your previous one left you! Bathed you, fed you, and allowed you to play! And this is how you repay me!?" She demanded, looking down at the crying Gregory with hate in her eyes.
"I'm - I'm sorry, Nanny Greta!" Gregory whispered in between sobs.
"You're going to be sorry!" She snapped, as she then looked at the other children. "I think we should teach Gregory a lesson about what happens when you don't respect other people's personal things. Don't you?" She asked with an evil smile.
No sooner had she given the word, did Gregory find himself assaulted by the other children. Apparently, Greta had felt the need to single him out that day. And in doing sure, ensured that he got a serving of hair pulls, kicks, and even a black eye for his trouble.
Once the children were finished beating up on him, Greta pointed to the orphanage and declared: "Now march your little butt back inside, young man! And do not come out until I allow it!" She hissed, apathetic to the crying, sobbing wreck that she had reduced Gregory to.
The sight of it all had made Greglin steam with anger. Anger at Greta for sicking the other children upon him. Angry at said children for going along with what the old hag had demanded. And angry at Gregory for allowing himself to be beaten up so easily.
But the next time was much worst. So much worst. For it was during this particular moment that Greglin would see firsthand just how depraved Greta truly was.
"Gregory," Greta had said to him one day after the daily chores had been done that day. She had found him alone, as, since that incident, the other children didn't interact with Gregory for fear of suffering the same fate. Instead, preferring to jeer Gremlin at him whenever they could. "Are you busy, little one?" She asked, causing Gregory to flinch.
"Um...no?" He said, not liking where this was probably going.
He was proven right by Greta's predatory smile. "Good. Because my back has been killing me as of late," She said, stretching out a little as Gregory heard a loud pop. "And I need your magic touch to relief some of the tension there." The sixty-year-old caregiver said in a tone that was far more suggestive than one would expect.
Gregory froze as his face went pale. He knew what she wanted. She had demanded it from the other boys, Some times many of them at once. in particular, Gregory had discovered it when he had accidentally stumbled upon Greta in the midst of a gang bang with some of the other boys. Much to Gregory's horror and confusion.
And now, she had her eyes on him. And the whole thing made him sick to his stomach.
"I don't think that I should-" He tried to protest, only for Greta to come over, and grab his wrist.
"I'm not asking you to think, you little Gremlin! I'm telling you to obey!" She hissed his old insult at him, making him terrified. "You are going to help your dear Greta feel better. And you know why?" She demanded as she made him look up at her. Her nails dug into his face.
He squirmed in pain. "B-B-B-Because Greta is the best!" He exclaimed, terrified. "Because she loves me, and takes care of me!"
"And what happens if you reject that love?" Greta asked, letting out an "Mm?".
"I get punished for it." He answered, swallowing hard. Remembering the day of the vicious beating he had gotten from the other children at Greta's words.
"Indeed. And you don't want poor Greta to have to punish one of her boys, now do you?" She asked, in a faux-hurt voice. "It breaks my heart every time I have to do so. But as you know-" She leaned in closer so they were at eye level. "-bad children must be punished!" She declared. "And you don't want to be a bad boy, now do you?" She demanded.
"N-N-N-No! Nanny Greta!" Gregory readily answered, as tears formed in his eyes.
"Good. Now come with Greta." She demanded as she yanked him along to her bedroom. Once there, she turned to him and demanded. "Stripe."
Relunutantly, Gregory did as she asked. Taking off his clothes until he was nude. While Greta had stripped down to little more than a shoulder strap white bra, and a pair of white Granny panties. The sight of which left Greglin sick. As while Greta wasn't exactly ugly (for an old woman, she was clean-cut and well-groomed), she wasn't exactly a looker. And just the idea was making him sick to his stomach.
"Now then, Gregory. Come here," Greta instructed, as she laid down on the bed, and spread her legs. "It's time for Nanny Greta to show you how much she loves you!" She purred with a predatory grin. As Gregory reluctantly made his way over to her.
The image then stopped as Glitchtrap looked back at Greglin. "My apologizes for cutting that short, son," He said. "However, I doubt either you or I wish to see the deed repeated." He remarked, with a noticeable amount of disgust in his voice.
No. He didn't. For Greglin had seen enough. He had seen plenty. His eyes fixated on the image of Greta before him with a fiery passion. He then stole a look at Glitchtrap, and noticed that the golden rabbit seemed to be seething just as much as he was. Apparently, he had found Greta's actions just as revolving.
'Then does he...understand?' Greglin fought, as Glitchtrap raised his hand as he then snapped his fingers. Causing the various images of the people who had tormented Gregory to materialize before Greglin. He then turned to look at the manifested persona.
"I believe you have something to get off your chest." The golden rabbit deduced, as he stepped back, and allowed Greglin to approach the images. His eyes fixated on one and then the other as they shifted back and forth between them all. His rage built with each passing glance.
Finally, he exploded.
"FUCK YOU ALL!" He snarled at the images. He then swung at the images with his hands in an attempt to dispel them. "You all fucking suck! You are all the fucking worst! Least of all you!" He snarled at a materialized image of Gregory. His eyes narrowed viciously at his originator. "You should have hurt them back! You should have done worst to them! I know I fucking would have! But instead, you let them walk all over you because you're a blubbering pussy!" He growled, bearing his teeth in a feral snarl.
"Good! That's exactly what I wanted to hear, son!" Glitchtrap smiled proudly as he began rubbing Greglin's back. "And your right. Gregory should have fought back but didn't because he is weak. Too constrained. Too unwilling to act. But you?" Glitchtrap smiled deviously. "You're different. You know that you've been wronged, and you have the temperament to act upon it. You are what he wanted to be, but could never bring himself to become." He then moved around so that he was in front of the boy, and kneeled so he was at eye level.
"Damn right, I am!" Greglin readily agreed. "That's why you brought me out of him, didn't you? So that I can do what my lesser counterpart couldn't!" He concluded as Glitchtrap nodded.
"Indeed you are correct." The golden rabbit said, moving so that he was in front of Greglin and at eye level. "You have the potential to be so much more than him, son." He stated. "Gregory could never have understood what he was keeping locked away. But fortunately for you, I was here to open the vault, and let you out. And now it is time for you to bare your teeth, and bite back against the world." He then stood up and extended a hand to him. "Join me." He said.
"Huh?" Greglin asked, taken aback by this.
"Join me, son."Glitchtrap insisted. "You have so much potential, but you are young. You need a guiding hand to help nurture and raise you so that you can unlock that potential. So that you may use it to one day make those who had tormented you suffer as you had." He said. "I can help you with that. Help you reach the full potential that has been denied to you for so long. Help you bite back against those who have wronged you so."
"including the ones who kept calling me a Gremlin?" Greglin asked.
"Indeed. As a matter of fact, I believe you should make them pay for that little insult in the most appropriate of ways." Glitchtrap answered.
"What do you mean?" Greglin asked, tilting his head to the side.
Glitchtrap smiled. "They called you a gremlin, son. As a way of belittling you and insulting you. Well, you know what I say?" Glitchtrap leaned down over him as his smile turned wicked. "Be a little gremlin. Be a little gremlin, and make them pay for hurling that word at you." He advised.
Greglin continued to stare up at the purple-clad rabbit. His mind raced with a million thoughts at once as he pondered Glitchtrap's words. A small part of him had tried to argue that whatever this rabbit man was suggesting, it was probably wrong. However, those feelings were easily crushed when he remembered all the pain and suffering. All of the humiliations he had experienced. And unlike Gregory, he meant what he said. He would have at least tried to have fought back against those who had made him so miserable instead of simply bowing his head in obedience.
And thus, the decision was an easy one.
"I accept!" Greglin said as he accepted Glitchtrap's hand.
"Very good," Glichtrap said, pleased with the young boy's answer. He then made a gesturing motion to a portal of purple and gold that had manifested behind him. "Now then, son. It is time for you to venture forth into the world so you can make it bleed. Just as it had made you bleed." He encouraged with a wicked smile.
Greglin expression became a smile equally as wicked. "Yeah." He agreed as he began to make his way towards the portal. As he did, however, he noticed Glitchtrap's hand slipping his grasp. Pausing, he looked back toward the golden rabbit and asked. "Aren't you coming?"
"Sadly, I cannot join you out in the real world," Glitchtrap said regretfully. "This is where you and I must part for now."
"You mean your leaving me!?" Greglin exclaimed.
"For now? Yes," Glitchtrap answered, before laying an assuring hand on his shoulder. "But rest assured, we shall meet again. In the meanwhile, you must be off. The real world awaits." He instructed.
"But won't I'll be all alone?" Greglin whispered, flinching. Despite how weak it made him sound, he hated the idea of being all by himself.
Glitchtrap then gripped his shoulder in a comforting manner. "Do not worry, son. You will not be alone," He assured in a fatherly voice. "Though I will not be with you, I shall leave you in the care of someone most capable. She will be the one to take care of you." He promised.
"She"? She who?" Greglin asked in a curious voice. Though he should have every reason to be suspicious of anyone who would be a caretaker given Gregory's track record. For some reason, he felt he could trust whomever it was that Glitchtrap would be pointing him to.
"Vanny," Glichtrap answered as he waved his hand, and the image of an older blonde woman with purple eyes wearing a security guard outfit manifested before him. "She is the apprentice that I spoke of earlier. The one who allowed me access to the mind of the one whose body you share. And who's mind I brought you forth from." He explained.
"Vanny..." Greglin repeated as found himself staring at the image of Vanny as he contemplated Glitchtrap's words. "You said that she allowed you access to Gregory's mind and that that allowed you to bring me forth, right?" At Glitchtra's nodding, he continued. "Then...is she like me?" He asked.
"You mean was she also sprung forth from the mind of another? Then the answer is yes," Glitchtrap confirmed. "In her case, a young woman by the name of Vanessa Anderson." He clarified.
"Is she nice?" Greglin asked, earning a chuckle.
"Oh, yes son. She is very nice. Unlike that Greta individual" Glitchtrap assured, patting the boy on the head in an affectionate manner. "And as I said, she will be the one taking care of you from now on." He added,
"She will?" Greglin asked, earning another nod from Glitchtrap.
"Indeed." The cartoon rabbit man answered with a smile. "Think of her as your big sister. One who, unlike that Rachael girl, will protect you, and take care of you. Who will play with you, and feed you delicious treats. But most of all..." He cupped the boy's chin to make him look up at him. "She will teach you the tricks of our trade. To hone your skills, and sharpen your teeth. So that you may one day sink them into the flesh of your tormentors, and make them understand pain." He said evilly.
Gregln's eyes lit with evil delight at the mention of all this. "Vanny..." He whispered, letting out a sinister giggle. "I think I'm liking her already!" he said.
"Good. Now then, young one. Go forth, and show the world who you are." Instructed Glitchtrap as he gestured yet again toward the portal.
And so, Greglin stepped into the portal, as the world around him disappeared. Only to be replaced by a title screen of a game called Freddy Fazbear the Virtual Experience. Realizing something was on his head, Greglin reached for it and took it off to see it was the AR helmet which he proceeded to sit down in the chair. He then looked around the room and found what he was searching for immediately.
"Vanny?" He whispered, seeing the blonde woman sleeping on the bed. Smiling brightly, he said "Vanny!" as he got up and went over to her to wake her up. However, he then stopped himself in his tracks. A part of him felt guilty for wanting to wake her up. He then shook his head. "No...not now. Wait til later." He told himself, as he then looked through the open door, and into the living room at the TV. "Mm." He hummed, his curiosity peaked. As he then made his way out into the living room.
For now, he would let her sleep. In the meanwhile, he decided to see what was on the TV. So after grabbing a few sodas from the fridge, he made himself comfortable on the living room sofa and flicked through the channels. Eventually deciding on Glamrock Superstars. Popping open his can, he took a nice, long drink of the first thing he ever tasted in life. Savoring every drop. He then turned his attention back towards the sleeping blonde who was to be his mentor.
'Don't worry, Vanny. I'll make you proud of me!' He thought smiling, as he then turned his attention back towards his show as he eagerly awaited his big sister to finally awaken.
His wait would not be a long one.
(Chapter Ends)
Author's Note: Hello, one and all. I'm IrysGundam005, and I see everything.
And yes, that is my catchphrase. Those of you familiar with my Deviantart account should know that by now. :P
And thus ends another harrowing chapter of Glitchtrapped. First off, I wanna say thank you to all of you who have read this story and have been favoriting the story picture of Glitchtrapped over at my Deviantart account. Principenegro did a great job on the piece, and I'm happy to see it get loved.
Secondly, I apologized to anyone who might have found this chapter hard to read given some of the subject matter. I hope that I didn't disturb you too much with it. And if it makes you feel any better, rest assured, Greta Huffington will face justice for her cruel, sick ways.
Third, I am happy to report to anyone who found the first chapter a little longer than they would have liked, you'll be happy to know that I've knocked down the word count a little bit. Thanks in part to Grammarly. Which has been a big help in editing these chapters on my computer. Not just from a correcting standpoint, but also helping me cut down some of the word count, and rework some of the phrasings. I'm still kinda new to writing as you can tell, so this has been a bit of a helper. So if those of you reading this who read the first chapter go back and notice it's different, that's why.
Sadly, Grammarly is not a sponsor of my fanfiction. I don't even think you can get sponsors for fanfictions. :P
I also wanna give a shoutout to WhyIsEverythingNSFW over at Deviantart who commented on My Little Killer. The art piece that is the cover for this fanfiction. Who graciously reminded me of how to spell the word "intuition". God do I feel like an idiot for not knowing how to spell that. Chalk it up to how I pronounce it in real life. This is my sin to bear, however, and is entirely on me. Thank you regardless, WhyIsEverythingnNSWF. You have spared this all-seeing one further embarrassment.
On the subject of this story, this chapter was originally going to be a lot longer. However, after the twenty-one-thousand (later reduced to twenty-thousand or so) word monster that was the first chapter, I decided to divide this one up into two separate chapters. This portion telling Greglin's origin story in how he came to be in Gregory's mind. Specifically, the mechanics which allowed the persona to develop.
The way I handle it might be a little different than in the actual canon of Five Nights at Freddy's, but I find it works better with my writing. In essence, Glitchtrap doesn't possess people when he merges with them. What he does is that he pulls pieces of their personality that they keep locked away and gives them a will of their own.
Those of you who have read Green Among the Roses (my first one-shot ever) or have seen my Deviantart account know I am a huge fan of The Mask. In which the titular item manifests the wearer's innermost desires (their psychological Id as I understand it) into a whacked-out, cartoon version of themselves.
Gltichtrap's ability operates similarly. Pull out a person's Id and transforms it into a loyal minion by granting them a will of their own. And a personality stemming from their counterpart's Id. In the case of Vanessa, a fairly serious-minded woman (though girly as hell outside of work), you get the childish Vanny. And from the tormented and affection-deprived Gregory, you get the twistedly vengeful and sickeningly loyal Greglin. One who is eager to please those who have taken him in, and slaughter those who incur his wrath.
Hope that all makes sense to you all. :)
Speaking of our old buddy Glitchtrap. You might have noticed that his interactions with Greglin came across as rather fatherly in this chapter. There's a reason for that I'll reveal next time. I won't say what it is right now, but let's just say it's my little spin on a popular fan theory.
And now that my ramblings about how a sentient glitch based on Peepaw Willy turns people into brainwashed goons are over, let's answer some reviews. :D
To hardrock21: First off, thank you for the review on both this, and It's Party Time. I'm happy to have received your praise. And I'm also happy that the first chapter's length didn't deter your enjoyment of it.
Secondly, I apologize if this sounds weird, but I'm happy that I was able to make you dread a little for Gregory. Part of the tension in the first chapter was the build-up to when Gregory first puts on the AR helmet. And I'm happy that I was able to capture that feeling for you.
And yes. Greglin and Vanny are terrifying together.
And with that, we are done for the day. Thank you all for reading the second chapter of Glitchtrapped, everyone. This has been IrysGundam005 and remember: I see everything. Good night everyone.
PS: If you want some music to listen to while rereading this chapter, I recommend either Organization XIII from Kingdom Hearts 2, or The Other Promise from its 2.5 ReMIX. And for the fanfiction itself, I think that Unravel from Tokyo Ghoul would make a great theme. The lyrics don't quite fit with the story, but I think it's in the neighborhood at the very least.
PSS: Since I brought it up earlier, I was thinking of doing a Five Nights at Freddy's: Security Breach/The Mask crossover. Where-in Gregory unintentionally uses the titular item to free Vanessa from Glitchtrap's control. What do you think? Think you'd be interested?