WARNING THIS STORY IS A WORK OF FICTION; I DO NOT OWN FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY. SCOTT CAWTHON IS THE LUCKY BASTARD OWNS ALL RIGHTS.

WARNING THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN THE FOLLOWING. RAPE, CHILD ABUSE, CHILD ABDUCTION, DRUGS AND ALCOHOL, GORE, MURDER, AND *Drags out glitter cannon* LEMONS. IF YOU DO NOT WANNA SEE HUMANS ON ANIMATRONICS. I SUGGEST YOU GO TO THE MLP STORIES. THEY GET FREAKY OVER THERE.*waggles eyebrows* Without further ado. *Fires Glitter Cannon On YOU* Enjoy

Auric's POV

I floated aimlessly around the dimly lit motel room, my presence barely making a sound. The dampness of the storm from last night still hung heavily in the air, casting a gloomy aura over everything. In that weary room, the flickering golden tint of my aura danced upon the dusty wallpaper and old furniture, casting a glimmering spell upon the worn-out surroundings.

Phillip, my sole companion and the reason for my new existence, lay dormant on the bed. His tousled hair spilled messily over the pillow, slightly obscuring his face, which was caught in the throes of a restless sleep. Worried lines etched his youthful features, and his brows creased in a silent battle against the demons that haunted his dreams. My heart ached for him, for the pain that dwelled deep within his soul.

I drew closer to him, my mist-like form intertwining with his being. His troubled mind, a realm I had become so familiar with, echoed with whispers of anguish and fear. I couldn't bear to see him suffer like this. With a graceful wave of my hand, I delved into his subconscious, weaving my golden aura into the fabric of his dreams. The nightmarish images faded away, replaced by peaceful serenity.

A soft sigh escaped Phillip's lips as his face relaxed, and the weight of his terrors momentarily lifted. I watched him, my eyes tracing the contours of his face, taking in every delicate detail. There was a certain vulnerability to him, a hidden strength born from the trials he had faced.

In a world that had failed him, he bore the scars of a life touched by darkness. But beneath the surface, a tenderness resided, an ember of hope that glowed ever so faintly. As my gaze wandered around the room, my mind temporarily freed from its focus on Phillip, my attention was drawn to the remnants of the storm.

Rain droplets clung stubbornly to the window, refracting the pale rays of morning sunlight. The scent of damp earth mixed with the mustiness of old wood wafted through the room, filling the stale ambiance with a sad nostalgia.

With a mischievous glint in my eyes, I conjured an idea. My target was Phillip's barefoot peeping from beneath the covers. It lay there, vulnerable and unsuspecting. The shadows danced upon it, taunting me as if challenging my powers to bring forth a spark of excitement into this early morning. And so, driven by a desire to wake him, to stir the world within him, I mustered my golden energy.

A gentle mist danced around my form, shimmering with golden flecks of light. I extended a tendril of mist towards Phillip's foot, my touch as delicate as a whisper. I relished in the anticipation, feeling the excitement swell within me. And then, with a single cascade of golden magic, I tickled his foot, letting my powers dance across his skin. Phillip jolted awake, his eyes wide with surprise, as the touch of my abilities roused him from his slumber. He frantically began to rub his foot, a mixture of annoyance and bewilderment written across his face.

The room was filled with a burst of energy, a crackling current that surged through the air. And as the echoes of an annoyed grunt filled the room, I laughed with a soft, melodic giggle, my aura glowing brightly around me. Looking down at Phillip, his expression a mix of irritation and bemusement, I felt a warmth spread through me.

At that moment, it became clear to me that there was a connection between us that went beyond the realm of ordinary existence. Though he was unable to speak, the bond we shared transcended the limitations of mere words. Phillip could communicate with me through his thoughts, a private channel that existed solely between us. I floated down to his level, my misty form sinking into the threadbare carpet beside the bed. His hollow green eyes met mine, and I could sense a hint of amusement in his gaze. "Morning, Auric," his thoughts echoed in my mind. I detected a touch of frustration and amusement in them words.

Phillips POV

I woke from my slumber to the gentle touch of Auric's golden powers, a cascade of magic woven into a mischievous plan. My foot, vulnerable and unsuspecting, served as her target. I jolted awake, a mix of surprise, annoyance, and bewilderment flooding my senses. Ruffling the sheets, I sat up in bed, rubbing my foot vigorously, hoping to banish the phantom tickles that lingered. "Mornin', Auric," I thought, my mental voice reaching out to her like a whisper in the darkness.

Her soft, melodic laughter filled the room, echoing in my mind as if to remind me that I was never truly alone. As the remnants of sleep faded, I reached for the pack of cigarettes on the nightstand and lit one lazily. Smoke curled upwards, twirling in the air like a wisp of forgotten dreams. With a quick flick of my wrist, I tossed the lighter aside.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed, my bare feet caressing the cool carpet floor beneath me. I definitely did not want a repeat of last night with Auric, so I brought the covers along, like a trailing cape, a quiet reminder of how quickly I had left my sleep behind.

With the cigarette dangling from my lips, I made my way toward the bathroom; I needed to piss and shower. The dim light cast delicate shadows on the floor, dancing like ethereal spirits in the morning mist. The warmth of the cigarette pierced through the cold air, creating a flickering ember that defied the surrounding cold. "Hey, Auric," I thought out, my voice mingling with the rhythmic drip of the faucet. "How long until the..." Before I could finish my thought, Auric's presence enveloped me, her powers guiding my words. "Until the meeting?" she finished for me, her voice as soft as a gentle breeze. "You have about a few more hours, Phillip. Enough time to embrace the day or wallow in the apathy of your existence."

Her words lingered in the air, tinged with a hint of longing. I knew from last night she yearned for me to break free from the shackles of my hate and find joy in the simplest of moments. But it was easier said than done. The world had worn me down for years and years, forged a cynic out of me. And yet, despite it all, she wanted to remain by my side, a beacon of light to my sea of darkness. I already felt myself becoming to attached. To long it had been since I had companionship.

I stepped into the scalding shower, allowing the cascading water to wash away the remnants of sleep and the weight of the world. Each droplet brought a renewed sense of clarity, a temporary respite from the complexities of life. The steam enveloped me, creating a haze that blurred the lines between reality and fantasy. As I stood beneath the warm water, I couldn't help but wonder what Auric had talked about last night. A deity embracing the beauty of the universe, she had been forced to tether herself to a mere mortal, someone who had lost faith in humanity.

It was a twisted cosmic joke, yet her understanding of me remained steadfast last night. I stepped out of the shower, the mist dissipating into the air, leaving behind a sense of renewal. Drying off, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, steam swirling around my reflection like a ghostly apparition. Water droplets cascaded down, tracing the lines of my face and enhancing the weariness that plagued my eyes.

I yelled out to her in my mind, "Auric, could you please bring me some clothes?" Silence greeted me in response, and a ripple of panic threatened to break through the surface of my calm facade. Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I cautiously stuck my head out of the bathroom door. To my surprise, the room was empty, with no trace of the ethereal mist-shaped deity. Confusion crept into my heart, but I refused to allow panic to consume me. After all, I had a meeting later and needed to get dressed and ready.

I grabbed a towel and quickly dried off, my hesitance evident as I glanced at the abandoned space where Auric once stood. My body shivered as the remnants of the steam dissipated into the air, leaving behind a chilling stillness. I wrapped the towel around my waist, feeling bare and exposed without the comfort of clothing. Thoughts swirled in my mind, questions begging for answers. Where did Auric go? Why had she left without a word?

Undisclosed Location

Auric's POV

I watched as Phillip dragged that ridiculous cover with him into the bathroom, hastily covering his body. As the bathroom door closed, I felt a sudden shift in my surroundings. The gentle mist that comprised my form swirled and condensed, transporting me back to the Chamber where I had initially been trapped for years. The cool, stone walls closed in around them, a familiar sense of confinement settling over me as my powers vanished.

Not a trace of surprise registered on my face. I had expected this, maybe not so soon, though. The Chamber, once a place of imprisonment, now served as a symbol of my captivity. I knew the role I was destined to play, a pawn in a much larger game. And now, facing the man who controlled my every move, a familiar voice broke the silence.

In this barren space, a voice spoke out, low and venomous, echoing off the stone walls. "What the fuck were you doing, Auric? Flirting with that weak fool?" The man's words cut deep, a subtle reminder of my purpose here. I bit back my retort, my indignation silenced by the weight of his hold on me.

I met his gaze, my golden eyes reflecting a mixture of resignation and defiance. "I know what I have to do," I replied, my voice carrying a hint of bitterness. I hated it, being forced to deceive Phillip, to betray the one person I had grown to care for over these long and weary years. But the man held the strings, pulling me along with a merciless grip. He smirked, his cold eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "Good," he said, his voice dripping with malicious intent. "Remember, I can destroy you. The experiments I conducted have given me knowledge and power."

The man circled me like a predator, reminding me of my captivity. This was my cage, my prison, built by his cruel hands—a lump formed in my throat, threatening to choke me. I had watched over Phillip for over two decades, observing his struggles, his triumphs, and his desolation. It was impossible not to become attached, not to feel something profound within my essence for this broken soul. But my longing, my love, was tethered to him like an invisible chain. The man's eyes bore into mine, his cloying dominance lingering in the air. "You will remain here," he commanded, his voice final. "Stay in your cage until after I meet with Phillip."

A twisted mixture of anger and sorrow surged through me. At this moment, I despised the man for stripping me of my freedom, for reducing me to a mere pawn in his wicked game. But I also knew that he held the key to my existence, to the delicate thread of life that still tied me to this mortal realm. As he left, my voice trembled with suppressed emotion. "I love him," I confessed, my words floating through the heavy silence, spoken to the empty air. "After all this time watching him, how could I not?"

My heart ached with an intensity that surpassed the physical. It was a longing, a desire to hold him close, to chase away the shadows that haunted his every step. But love, in this twisted dance, was limited by the chains that bound me. I was caught between two worlds, the sanctuary of my heart and the prison of my obligation. And so, I remain, confined within the walls of this echoing chamber, a silent watcher, waiting for the moment when fate would intertwine our paths once more.

Time seemed to stretch endlessly, the minutes and hours blending into one indistinguishable mass. In my solitude, I pondered my fate, the choices that had led me here. How did I become entangled in this web of deceit and manipulation? Was there a chance for redemption, a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness? My thoughts circled back to Phillip, his troubled soul, and his wounded heart. He was a mirror, reflecting the brokenness that lay hidden within us all. And yet, there was a flicker of resilience, a hint of strength that emanated from within him.

Phillip's POV

Driving cautiously, I glanced at my phone, the screen illuminating the darkness of the cabin in a soft, blue glow. The address I had been given for the meeting with the representative from Fazbear Entertainment stared back at me, confirming my destination for the umpteenth time. I had almost grown numb to the anticipation and excitement that had initially coursed through my veins; now, it had been replaced by a feeling of dread that seemed to seep into the very fabric of my being.

My thoughts turned to Auric; she had disappeared so abruptly that morning, leaving me longing for her comforting presence. I couldn't help but worry for her safety, even though I knew she possessed powers far beyond those of mortals. The fact that she could communicate with me through my mind only made her mysterious absence all the more perplexing.

I took a deep breath and turned onto a narrow cul-de-sac lined with immaculately manicured lawns and towering evergreen trees. Like a forbidden garden, the street exuded an air of opulence and grandeur that seemed out of place in this quaint little town. The iron gates of a lavish estate loomed ahead, opening with an almost reluctant creak as I approached. It was here, in this imposing shadow of wealth, that I was meant to meet the representative.

Pulling my truck into the driveway, I couldn't help but feel a pang of unease. The house before me was nothing short of a mansion, its sprawling facade adorned with regal columns and ornate architectural flowers. It seemed even more out of place in this sleepy town, like a forgotten relic from a more extravagant era. As I parked the truck, a blast of wind howled through the surrounding trees as if trying to dissuade me from venturing further into this labyrinth of opulence.

As I climbed out of the truck, my eyes fell upon a tall, older man standing near the entrance to the house. He wore a sharply tailored purple suit, the color managing to look both regal and unsettling against the backdrop of the storm-drenched sky. His salt-and-pepper hair was neatly combed, and a slight smile played at the corners of his lips, betraying a predatory charm that sent shivers down my spine. With a wave of his hand, the man gestured for me to follow him.

I couldn't help but comply, though an insidious voice in the back of my mind screamed at me to turn back, to flee this place of dark secrets before it was too late. However, I pushed aside my doubts and hesitations, motivated by the prospect of a secure job and the chance to embark on a new chapter in my life. We entered the house through a set of ornately carved double doors, revealing a grand foyer bathed in the warm glow of chandeliers hanging from the ceiling.

The soft light danced off the polished marble floors, casting shadows along the walls. I couldn't help but feel like an intruder in this world of luxury, an unwelcome guest in a realm of pristine perfection. The man led me up a sweeping staircase and down a long hallway lined with closed doors, finally stopping in front of an elaborately carved oak door at the very end. As we entered the room, my eyes widened in surprise. Instead of an office filled with paperwork and a desk, I was met with a sight straight out of a dream. The walls were covered in bookshelves, overflowing with volumes of knowledge and untold stories.

Soft sunlight filtered through stained glass windows, casting a kaleidoscope of colors on the worn Persian rug beneath my feet. In the center of the room stood a large mahogany table, its surface covered in piles of paperwork, waiting patiently to be sifted through and signed. The man gestured for me to take a seat, his voice smooth and persuasive.

"Phillip, please have a seat. We have much to discuss." As I sat in the plush armchair, the soft glow of the sunlight filtering through the stained glass windows painted a kaleidoscope of colors on the worn Persian rug beneath my feet. The man moved behind the table, his gaze fixed on me like a predator assessing its prey. "I am Mr. Afton," he began, his voice dripping with a seductive allure that sent shivers cascading down my spine. "I represent Fazbear Entertainment, and I must confess, your skills and expertise have ignited a curiosity within us. No trace of schooling, no trace of family, yet your mechanical prowess and handyman finesse surpasses that of any other applicant we've encountered."His voice, a velvety caress, carried an ominous undertone, hinting at the lurking perils concealed within the shadows.

"The paperwork is necessary to ensure the smooth operation of our project," he explained, his voice laced with a calm but commanding tone. "There is a non-disclosure agreement, naturally," he continued, offering me a pen to sign, "and a document stating that should any unfortunate incident result in your...passing, we, Fazbear Entertainment, cannot be held liable."

My grip on the pen tightened slightly as I contemplated the gravity of these words. The mention of past accidents involving the animatronics was not lost on me either. I had read rumors and whispers of a haunted and forsaken past that clung to this establishment like a chilling mist. Mr. Afton seemed to sense my hesitation, his eyes narrowing slightly. "I can assure you, Mr. Phillip," he began, his voice dripping with a deceptive charm, "that we've come a long way in the 29 years since those unspeakable horrors plagued that place. Our technological advancements and safety measures have soared to new heights."A glimmer of cunning danced in his eyes as he continued,"Our animatronics now possess an uncanny hyper-realism that will leave you breathless. And fear not, for they are, for the most part, completely safe."Leaning in closer, he lowered his voice, as if sharing a dark secret,"We've abandoned the tainted past, Mr. Phillip. We've acquired a brand new building in a vibrant city, leaving behind the haunting memories that once consumed us."

Although his words gave cause for a glimmer of hope, a gnawing skepticism held firm within my mind. It seemed implausible to me that a mere makeover and a new building could erase the deep-rooted horror that had transpired within those walls. Nevertheless, curiosity and a desperation for change clouded my reason, compelling me to place my trust in this enigmatic man. With a flick of his wrist, Mr. Afton elegantly presented the stack of papers before me. "These agreements require your signature. It is imperative that you carefully read through and understand each provision." Glancing at the stack of papers before me, I forced myself to focus.

My hand trembled slightly as the pen touched the first document, and I began signing line after line, relying on instinct rather than comprehensive understanding. A sense of urgency gnawed at the edges of my consciousness, urging me to embrace this chance of escape from the drudgery of my existence. Mr. Afton observed my swift decision with a mixture of satisfaction and glee. Folding his hands, he leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving me. As I signed the last paper looked at me standing up.

"Welcome to Freddy's Fazbear Pizzeria, Mr. Phillip," he said, his voice replete with an undercurrent of anticipation. "I have a feeling that you will greatly contribute to this new era of prosperity."

I glanced up at Mr. Afton, my new employer. He gestured for me to follow him outside, his thin lips contorting into a smile that didn't reach his cold eyes. "Do you have all your belongings, Phillip? From today forward, you will be living on-site. Repairing the building and looking after the animatronics." Mr. Afton asked, his voice smooth yet chilling. I nodded slowly, my throat constricting with every breath.

Though I couldn't vocalize my response, I pointed my finger at the toolbox mounted to the back of my truck. Everything I needed was right there, along with a duffel bag of clothes in the cab. Mr. Afton nodded, apparently satisfied with my silent answer. "Well then," he said, his voice dripping with a quiet menace. "Get in your truck and follow me." I made my way towards the truck, the wind playfully tousling my hair as if urging me forward. With a determined stride, I finally reached the driver's seat, stealing a quick glance at Mr. Afton's envy-inducing Mercedes. It's sleek silhouette shimmered under the tinted windows, mirroring the magnificent home behind it.

He took his place behind the wheel, and with a gravelly roar, his car shot forward, leading the way to our destination. The journey was alright, the sun casting a merciless glare through the clouds. I drove on, the engine's sound a steady hum in my ears. My thoughts swirled in a self pity of darkness, my anger and bitterness simmering beneath the surface. The world was a cruel place, filled with people who couldn't understand me and couldn't see my struggle. But there was one who could.

Auric.

Where are you?

Phillip's POV

I drove slowly behind Mr. Afton's sleek black Mercedes, cursing under my breath at the laughter and merriment of the families strolling around the town. The pain and loneliness that chewed at my soul like an insatiable beast were in stark contrast to their joyful smiles. As the afternoon sun painted the clouds with hues of orange and pink, I found solace in my old companion - a cigarette. I fumbled through my pockets, feeling the familiar crinkle of paper and the smooth edges of my lighter. With a flick of my lighter, the flame danced to life, casting eerie shadows on my face.

I inhaled deeply, allowing the smoke to coil around my lungs, its taste mingling with the bitterness in my heart. The road stretched before me, winding its way through the town's outskirts. We passed row after row of quaint houses, each boasting a well-manicured lawn and cheerful flower beds. It was as if a veil of contentment had settled over this place, shielding it from the rest of the world's desolation. Finally, Mr. Afton's car came to a halt. I parked my truck next to his, the rumble of its engine coming to an abrupt halt. I stepped out, the gravel crunching beneath my boots, as cool breeze whispered through the trees, carrying the scent of fresh-cut grass and a hint of decay.

Flicking my cigarette into a puddle, hearing it sizzle out. I Immediately focused my gaze on the run-down structure in front of me. It was clear that this place used to be a strip club, but now it was about to undergo a significant transformation into the highly anticipated New Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. The building stood like a forgotten relic, situated on the outskirts of town. The faded sign, barely distinguishable against the darkening sky, depicted a lady on a pole. As I got closer, a scent of decay created an eerie atmosphere that hung in the air.

Mr. Afton stepped out beside me, his tall frame casting a shadow over the abandoned parking lot. His sharp gaze swept over the dilapidated structure, a glimmer of excitement dancing in his eyes. He turned to me, lips curling into a cruel smile. "Well, Phillip, this is your playground," he said, his voice dripping with twisted amusement.

"They've done their best to patch up the exterior - the roof, the windows, you name it, obviously they didn't gwt to far. But don't be fooled, my friend. The real battle awaits you within those walls," Mr. Afton declared, his words sending a shiver down my spine. Frustrated, I hastily jotted down on my notepad,

"What exactly awaits me inside?" I shot a skeptical glare at Mr. Afton, only to be met with a sinister chuckle that resonated through the parking lot, his voice a menacing undertone. Mr. Afton, a twisted figure with a sinister intent hidden behind his facade, turned to me with a grin that didn't reach his cold eyes. "Well, Phillip, first and foremost, we must make this place suitable for the animatronics. Fixing the lights, replacing drywall, the wiring needs to be looked at as well, and ensuring the structure is safe and sound,"

I nodded, my eyes scanning the worn exterior. Mr. Afton continued, unaware of my inner skepticism. "We've even paid a company to come in and build you a living space in the back. High-tech security doors, a mini kitchen, the works. Top-notch accommodations for our trusted repairman." He grinned and said, almost as an afterthought, "Well, the room was for the old guy we hired, but he disappeared, so now it's yours."

I nodded, taking in his words. That was definitely not fucking suspicious at all, but what haunted secrets did it harbor? "And what about the animatronics?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. Mr. Afton's grin widened. "Ah, yes, the animatronics. They have been inside the building for a couple months, waiting for you, Phillip. The first task you maybwant to put on your list is to fix their shower. From what I have heard they are quite pissed it's not working.

I furrowed my brows, baffled. Why in the hell would animatronics need a shower? It was a bizarre request, even for a place like this. I felt a pang of unease, realizing that there was more to this job than I had anticipated. Sensing my confusion, Mr. Afton continued, his voice a sinister whisper. "You know, Phillip, these animatronics are far beyond your ordinary machines. They possess a captivating sense of autonomy, desires that drive them, and even their own distinct personalities. They are not governed by any artificial intelligence, which is truly mesmerizing. However, there's a twist - they have some rather unconventional requirements. Regular maintenance and care are absolutely vital, my dear friend. And guess what tops their list of necessities? A fully functional shower system. Believe me; we cannot afford any mishaps to unfold, can we?"I swallowed hard, the gravity of the situation sinking in. What had I gotten myself into?

It seemed the darkness was far more profound than I had imagined. "Why do you think we have not done much work inside? Everyone was terrified." Raising my eyebrow, I scribble a note without thinning. "Motherfucker, and you expect me to live here? No way.

Mr. Afton towered over me, his cold eyes scanning the words on my notepad. I could feel the weight of his gaze, the silent judgment that hung in the air. Slowly, he looked up, a menacing smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Watch your tone, Phillip," he said, his voice laced with a sinister undertone. I glared at Mr. Afton; my teeth clenched tight. The silence in the air was heavy, suffocating, as my anger simmered within. I quickly scribbled on my notepad, my pen scratching against the paper in frustration. "You think you can trap me here? Force me to do your bidding? You have no idea who you're dealing with."

Mr. Afton's lips curled into a malicious smile, his eyes glistening with malevolence. "Oh, Phillip, I know exactly who you are." His voice dripped with venom, each word laced with an implied threat. "You should have looked over the contract more carefully. You signed it willingly, binding yourself to this place and its secrets. Refusing to comply, well, you won't like the outcome." I clenched my fists, frustration, and anger bubbling up inside me. This was not how it was supposed to be. I had taken this job to escape the world, to find solace in the silence that surrounded me. But now, I was trapped in a nightmare, a hell of my own making.

This job felt like so much more than just fixing a building. It was as if I had unwittingly stepped into the dark underbelly of something sinister, something that hungered to consume me whole. "Take your time, Phillip," Mr. Afton's voice resonated in my ears, his tone oozing with an unsettling charm. In an eerie display of power, Mr. Afton quickly pulled a credit card and key from his pocket and threw them at me. They landed at my feet with a loud metallic sound, taunting me with their presence.

"Take this," he taunted, his voice dripping with disdain. "You will need it for your expenses. After all, a man in your position can't afford to be picky. This card has no limit. Anything you need for the repairs, use it. But remember, the grand reopening is in three months. Tick-tock, my dear boy, tick-tock." With that, he turned and walked away, his footsteps echoing in the empty silence.

I watched as Mr. Afton strode back to his sleek black Mercedes, his footsteps echoing against the cold concrete. Anger swelled within me, a simmering rage that threatened to consume my very being. I lit a cigarette, the soft glow of the flame illuminating my face as the smoke curled around me like a shroud of defiance.

How could I have been so easily tricked? The thought gnawed at me, fueling the flames of my frustration. With a flick of my wrist, I sent the lighter tumbling across the abyss of the parking lot, its neon flame forming a dance before disappearing into the darkness. I yearned to chase after Mr. Afton, to snatch him away from his luxurious vehicle and beat him to death with my bare hands.

What a smug asshole.

But I knew the futility of such actions, the consequences that would surely follow. With a heavy heart, I retrieved the credit card, and key Mr. Afton had thrown at my feet, its cold surface mocking me with its newfound power. I slipped it into my wallet alongside the few crumpled bills that remained, a stark reminder of my dependence on this job.

As the tail lights of Mr. Afton's car faded into the distance, I trudged back to my truck, the weight of being tricked heavy on my shoulders. Silently, I slid behind the wheel, the familiar scent of oil and stale smoke greeting me like an old it was not the friend I needed in this moment,my hand fumbled for my notepad, a desperate attempt to reach out to the voice that resided within my mind.

"Auric," I scribbled, the corners of my mouth twitching with hope and dread. "are you there?" There was nothing. Not even a whisper from the ethereal entity that had become my friend. Sighing, I closed the notepad and slipped it back into my pocket, feeling the weight of its emptiness.

Auric, the deity who had found me in the depths of my despair, seemed to be inexplicably absent. Had I lost her? Or was she choosing to ignore me? I shook my head, dispelling the doubts that threatened to consume me. I had more pressing matters to attend to.

Steeling myself for what lay ahead, I started the engine, the roar of the truck filling the empty air. As I pulled out of my parking spot, the headlights illuminated the forgotten building, its once-grand facade marred by the scars of its violent past. The darkened windows seemed to stare back at me, oozing a malevolence that sent shivers down my spine.

As my trusty truck rumbled through the worn-out parking lot, its powerful vibrations snapped me out of my daydreams and thrust me back into the present. Determination fueled my grip on the wheel as I forcefully cranked it to the right, unleashing a symphony of screeching tires against the unforgiving asphalt. Then, with the agility of a seasoned driver, I smoothly shifted into reverse, deftly maneuvering my way back toward the grand entrance, ready to back the truck right to the front entrance.

With the engine silenced and the door slammed shut, I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what awaited beyond those imposing doors. My hand trembled as I reached for the key entrusted to me by Mr. Afton, its icy touch sending shivers down my spine. With a satisfying click, the lock surrendered, and the weighty doors reluctantly swung open, protesting with a spine-chilling creak.

Auric's POV

I stood alone in the space of my imprisonment, the cold stone walls closing in on me. The lingering tension in the air only heightened the weight of my emotions. The faint sound of distant footsteps echoed through the chamber, growing louder with each passing moment. I knew who it was before he even entered. Mr. Afton strolled in with a scoff, his face twisted with a triumphant smile.

"Well, well, well," he sneered, his voice dripping with amusement. "It seems Phillip was even more foolish than I expected. How easy it was to trick him, to play with his fragile mind." He reveled in his cleverness, savoring the victory. I met his gaze, my golden eyes shimmering with defiance and disdain. "You won't break him, "I declared, my voice soft but persistent.

Though I was trapped in this wretched place, my determination remained unshaken. I would protect Phillip, no matter the cost. Mr. Afton chuckled darkly, circling me like a predator taunting its prey. "My dear, he is already broken. Years and years of trauma have broken that boy." he teased, relishing in the knowledge that he held power over me.

"Follow directions to the letter, gain Phillip's trust... and remember bitch, I OWN you" His words slithered through the air, each syllable laden with malevolence. The true nature of his plans lurked beneath the surface like a serpent waiting to strike. With a triumphant smirk, he released his hold on me, allowing me a short breath of freedom. I silently watched as he turned to leave, a final snide comment slipping past his lips.

"You better go check on him," he mused, his voice dripping with disdain. "I think he was about to shit his pants when I left." And just like that, he disappeared, his hand swiftly hitting a button on the wall. The room suddenly fell into a peaceful void, a vacuum of stillness. But his departure stirred something deep within me, igniting a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. A profound disgust surged through my veins, fueled by the knowledge that he took pleasure in the torment of others.

As my powers returned to life, I extended my senses, casting them far and wide, desperately seeking Phillip's presence in the bustling town. Like shimmering strands of gold, my ethereal tendrils extended from my very core, intertwining with the fabric of reality. In an instant, I was transported, my body dissolving into pure energy, propelled toward my target.

Phillip's POV

I had been standing here an hour, my heart pounding in my chest, a symphony of fear and anticipation. The towering doors before me cast a shadow that seemed to stretch into the building for an eternity, a chilling reminder of the horrors that awaited inside. This abandoned strip club, on the precipice of transformation into a new Freddy Fazbear Pizzeria, loomed like a specter of my own making. I hesitated, my feet rooted to the ground, unable to muster the courage to step through the open doors into the abyss.

"You've been standing here for an hour," a soft voice whispered behind me, shattering the silence. Startled, I spun around, my eyes blazing with a mix of anger and desperation. I felt a presence behind me, a flicker of golden mist that signified the return of Auric. But today, she had forsaken me, leaving me to navigate this cursed journey alone. A surge of anger coursed through my veins, fueling the words that spilled onto the pages of my notebook.

"Where were you?" I scrawled, my pen slashing across the paper with fury. "I needed you, and you left me to face this shit alone." Auric, her form shimmering with a gentle glow, appeared almost remorseful as she offered a flimsy excuse. "I was...sightseeing," she replied, her voice tinged with both sincerity and evasion. I snarled, the frustration bubbling within me like a storm. "Sightseeing? Are you kidding me?" I scribbled, my pen slashing with the force of my anger. "I'm trapped in this godforsaken place, and you're off gallivanting, sightseeing like it's a bloody vacation!" Auric's golden form flickered, guilt flickering in her eyes. "I'm sorry, Phillip," she murmured, her voice heavy with regret.

"Forget it," I scribbled hastily, my disappointment etched into every pen stroke. I couldn't linger outside forever. With a heavy sigh, I turned back to the foreboding door, steeling myself to confront whatever nightmares lay beyond. But then, Auric reached out, her ethereal form shimmering in the dim light. "Wait, Phillip, something is not right" she said softly, her golden power pulsating urgently. "I cannot enter this place."

Confusion and fear knotted in my gut. Auric, my solace, my anchor in the storm, was rendered powerless in this place—just when I needed her the most? Sorrow mingled with fury as I stared at her, my eyes burning with a whirlwind of emotions. "You can't be serious," I scrawled, my handwriting trembling with disbelief. "You mean to tell me that I've been tricked into this nightmare, and you can't even protect me?" Auric's radiance waned slightly, her form trembling with an internal struggle. "I can still communicate with you inside, Phillip," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "But I cannot wield my powers here. This place is a void, darkness that even I cannot breach."

Frustration surged through me, intermingling with the overwhelming fear that threatened to consume me. The weight of it all pressed down, suffocating, but I refused to let it break me. I had faced darkness before, scars etched deep within my soul, but I had not been shattered. Gathering my strength, I unleashed my thoughts at Auric with a telepathic intensity, the rage seeping through each word.

"You better find a way to help me," I seethed, the force of my fury punctuating every syllable. "I didn't sign up for this nightmare. I didn't ask for any of this. All I wanted was a peaceful job, away from everyone." Auric met my somber gaze, her golden aura dimming with a tinge of remorse. "I'll do my best, Phillip," she murmured, her voice laced with both regret and determination.

I took a deep breath, the cool evening air filling my lungs as I searched desperately for the comfort of a cigarette. With trembling hands, I fumbled through my pockets until I found my crumpled pack, my fingers delicately extracting a single stick. The flame danced before me as I lit it, the sweet taste of smoke mingling with the bitter taste of regret.

Turning around, tears welled up in my eyes as I faced Auric. She stood there, an ethereal mist illuminated by a golden aura, her expression conflicted. I had never wanted her to witness my anger, my frustration. She was my only friend, the last thread that held me together, and I couldn't bear the thought of her hating me. I opened my notebook and scribbled a heartfelt apology, hoping the words on the page would convey the remorse that choked my silenced voice. "I'm sorry, Auric," I wrote, my pen scraping fiercely against the paper. "I never meant to yell at you. You mean everything to me, my only friend, and I can't stand the thought of losing you too."

Silence lingered in the air, pregnant with the weight of our unspoken emotions. As I anxiously awaited her response, I could feel her hesitation, her struggle to find the right words. But in the end, she remained silent, her eyes filled with a mix of sorrow and understanding. I took another drag from my cigarette, the smoke twirling and fading into the night sky like fragments of my own shattered spirit. The heaviness in my chest remained, but a glimmer of hope flickered in the dark recesses of my soul. Despite the darkness that surrounded me, Auric's presence offered a faint beacon of light.

As the smoke curled between us, I wondered if she knew the danger that awaited me within the run-down building. Mr. Afton had tricked me into this abyss, luring me with promises of a great pay. Finishing my apology, I closed the notebook and slipped it back into my pocket. With one final drag from my cigarette, I exhaled a cloud of smoke, its tendrils embraced by the murky air as if they were mirroring the foreboding atmosphere of the building before me.

Summoning every ounce of courage, I stepped toward the corroded entrance. Dread gnawed at my insides, but I knew I had no choice.

Authors Note

Thank you for joining me on this thrilling journey. Brace yourselves because in the next chapter, the animatronics will finally make their grand entrance, and things are about to take a spine-chilling turn. From now on, I will not post dates and specific locations. It is not needed unless you all would like for me to keep doing it. If you enjoy the story, please think about following or leaving a review. We start to see how much Phillip already starts to lean on Auric in this chapter, a broken man hanging on to his only lifeline right now.

I could not find a beta for this chapter, and typed it out on mobile so I apologize for any inconsistencies or grammar mistakes. If you see something, say something :3

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