A/N: Sorry if this seems short; I've been trying for double update days, but I keep failing T_T
Well, here we go. Happy Valentines Day.
Don't much care for the holiday myself -its complicated- but to each their own.
That said, a Demon Slayer update should be next; I'll not say which. Want it to be a surprise.
Still feels strange writing something that isn't Naruto. Hopefully folks enjoy this; I'm a bit out of my element here...think I've got the lore for this game down, Vanessa is...a bit more difficult to write given her split personality, but I can at least pen the others well enough.
Trying my best here, do excuse any...glitches. Yes, that's a pun.
As such, the Embers Rule Persists; if folks don't like this tale, then I'll not continue it. I work two jobs these days, with only four hours to write a day. As such, I can't bear to write something folks don't like. By all means, speak up! Raise your voice! Make yourself heard!
As ever, I own no references, quotes, memes or themes. Not a wit or a one.
I'm just a humble author trying to make his way in the world.
And clearly, this is an AU...of a sort. Ready? Set? Go!
Also, clearly, Spoilers for Security Breach ahead.
Sort of? I mean, you'll see 'em if ya squint.
"Love's kinda like kindness. It comes in all forms."
~?
We'll Bite
Where the hell was that kid hiding?!
Vanessa wanted to scream. She wanted to shout, shriek, fling her hat down and stomp on it as she walked out the door. Oh, wait! She couldn't do that! Because she needed this job. No job, no money. No money, no rent and no rent, meant nowhere to live. So no, a tantrum wasn't an option here, no matter how much she might wish otherwise.
Bad enough she had to watch this place while it was closed for repairs. But for five nights in a row?! She wasn't even getting paid overtime for this shit!
"No, no, its fine." she growled to herself as she rounded another bed. "That brat can't hide forever...
She'd already told Freddy and the others about the lost kid. Someone would find 'em sooner or later; that, or they'd trip an alarm. If she didn't catch them tonight, she'd get them the next night-or the night after that. One way or another. She wouldn't last five nights here. She'd see to that.
Stupid brat couldn't hide forever. They'd die like all the rest..
...huh? Where had that thought come from?
Why did her head hurt all of a sudden...?
(.0.0.0.)
"Where...am I?"
Freddy woke with a start.
Head aching, circuits sizzling with pain. All he saw was darkness.
Well, no way out but through. His peace made, he plodded forward into the dark.
(.0.0.0.)
Locked.
Why was the damn door locked?!
Roxanne felt it a fair question, even if she didn't understand why someone had sealed the exit. Damn dirty doors shouldn't even be locked, not this early. No more than that, they'd been sealed; interposed with heavy bars and chains. Like someone had just thrown a mishmash of interlocking links around the main door, welded it all together, and called it a night.
"You gotta be kidding me...
A sharp tug did nothing to loosen them; a shoulder barge against the door produced only a faint groan of metal. Maybe if her claws were sharper she could've clawed through it. But as she was now? Not happening. She'd just wreck her frame if she kept throwing herself at the door.
'You're useless.' self doubt reared its head with a vengeance, mocking her once more. 'Can't do anything right.'
She grit her teeth and shook her head from side to side. Ignore it.
"I bet you don't have any friends...
Her passenger flinched on her back. "Hey! That's mean!"
Roxanne recoiled. Shit. She'd actually said that bit aloud. Stupid voices.
...so I'll be your first one!" flailing, she transitioned into another sentence quickly. "Whaddya say?" she jerked a thumb at herself. "Pretty sweet deal, huh? Hey! Why're ya smiling?!"
Her words had the child grinning fit to burst for some reason she couldn't comprehend. Bah! Blasted kids were too confusing these days.
"Uh, miss Roxy? What now...?"
Ack. That smile. Too pure. Must protect.
"Shh." she shushed him to hide her embarrassment. "Lemme think...
A quick glance confirmed that the security bots were still roaming about; they were bound to notice them sooner or later. Couldn't keep carrying the kid around like this either; not when doing so threatened to drain her already depleted batteries. Heck, they'd been low to begin with. She could hardly do this all night.
In a pang of panic, her mind ran away with it.
What if she had to hid them? Where? How? In her hair? Would that even work?
For a wild moment Roxanne actually considered the impossibility, ludicrous as it was.
.
..
...Semantics!
That wasn't important right now.
What was important was getting him out of here.
"Alright, its fine." she muttered. "I know there are other exits, just gotta access the schematics." thankfully she could still do that in lower power mode. "Alright, there's a fire escape, and-
The kid tugged on her arm again.
"Not now." she gently batted her hand down.
Another tug.
"Quit it, I'm trying to think."
They kept tugging, physically dragging her limb down.
"What?!"
The child stabbed a finger up the stairs. She turned to follow it and spied a figure there, shuffling their way.
"Wha, its just Chica." any anxiety she might've felt slipped by as they shuffled their way. "Nothing to worry about."
Her passenger gulped. "I, ah, think there is...
Roxanne rolled her eyes and considered her fellow animatronic anew. was something off about the way she moved. Lurching. Like she wasn't quite there. Had she always been like that? It didn't make a lick of sense. It was just Chica. Silly Chica with her strange eating habits and fixation for all things pizza. She couldn't possibly be a threat. They weren't able to hurt the kids. Programming wouldn't let them.
So what was this sudden dread she felt? "Hey, Chica? You alright...?
An awful silence stretched down the long stairwell. And then.
Chica lunged at them with a blood curdling shriek.
A/N: Aaaaand there we are.
As such, the Embers Rule Persists; if folks don't like this tale, then I'll not continue it. I work two jobs these days, with only four hours to write a day. As such, I can't bear to write something folks don't like. By all means, speak up! Raise your voice! Make yourself heard!
Aaaand there we go. As ever, reviews keep me alive. Without them, I cannot write.
So...in the Immortal Words of Atlas...
...Review...Would You Kindly?
(Previews)
"Aha! I see you!"
"I am only trying to help!"
"You nearly hurt him!"
"Bonnie...?
"You are malfunctioning. Clearly you need to be reprogrammed.
R&R~!