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*Banging can be heard from the door, making Irys curse* Oh, fucking hell! *Pulls up remove, and clicks the ejection button. Cause a spring-loaded board to send several lawyers up into the air* Ha-Ha! Booby-trapped my front door, bitches! :P
Summary: Greglin is a prince, Vanny his princess, the Pizzaplex is their castle, and the Glamrocks are their servants. But even servants have needs that need tending. Which Greglin will ensure are met.
Warning: This fanfiction will contain sensitive subject matter such as the graphic depiction of child-killing, alcohol being given to minors, 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 06: The Prince and Princess of the Mega Pizzaplex Part 03: Dark Comfort
(Freddy Fazbear Mega Pizzaplex, Current Time)
Once he was finished with his workout at Mazercise, Greglin took a quick shower in one of the shower rooms. Once he was finished, he began making his way to Rockstar Row. Now dressed in a duplicate of his and Gregory's normal outfit, which Vanny had packed ahead of time. As he walked, a fond smile permeated the Glitchtrapped persona's lips as he thought back to the day that he first met the Glamrock Animatronics face-to-face.
"They are our little subjects, aren't they Vanny?" He remarked as his smile turned into an impish grin. "Our little minions of darkness who have drunk from the purple chalice. Eager to serve the rabbit's whims. So that they may bring our Father the Purple God the blood of the sheep they were meant to shepherd." He laughed evilly.
He then heard Gregory groan. 'Ugh. Could you be any more of an Edgelord?' His counterpart remarked, causing Greglin to roll his eyes.
Greglin just rolled his eyes at him. "Oh buzz off, and let me have my fun!" He let out an annoyed huff. Since it was just them for the moment, he had no problems vocalizing his communication with Gregory. "Besides. Edgelords are just edgy for the sake of it. I was trying to be poetic!" He insisted with a childish pout.
'If that was you trying to be poetic, I think you should kill your poetry ambitions ASAP,' Gregory commented. 'Besides. I didn't even think you'd be the type to be interested in poetry.' He added as Greglin could visualize him raising a brow. 'Oh, don't tell me: your thinking about doing a bunch of poems for Vanny, aren't you?' He quickly deduced with a groan.
"Guilty!" Greglin grinned without a hint of shame.
'Jesus Christ. How obsessed can you be?' Gregory mumbled with a sigh. If he had control over his body at the moment, he'd be facepalming.
"Oh please! You're just jealous that she likes me more!" Greglin scoffed as he rolled his eyes.
'I'm not exactly jocking for the position of Vanny's favorite "Greg"!' Gregory retorted. 'Even if I tried, I think we've well established that your gonna be her favorite.' He pointed out.
"That's only because you are so difficult, my progenitor brother," Greglin told him, taking some amusement in the way Gregory scowled at that description. "If you were just a bit more cooperative, then I'm sure your relationship with Vanny would improve." He told him, though Gregory noticed there was a noticeable hint of jealousy in his voice.
'If by more cooperative, you mean more willing to kill and slaughter children, then I think I'm fine being a bit difficult. Some of us aren't exactly keen on the idea for obvious reasons, you know!' Gregory said in a disgusted voice.
"Oh please! Like you never contemplated the idea before!" Greglin said with a snort. "Weren't there times you wanted to break Richard's neck for all the headlocks he put you through?" He asked, letting out an inquisitive "mm?" along the way.
'There's a difference between wanting to harm someone, and doing it!' Gregory argued back. 'I won't deny that a part of me always wanted payback on Richard and the rest of my uncle's family for all the hell they've put me through. A part of me wanted to just go back and set fire to the place. But unlike you, I'm not enough of a psycho to want to murder them!' He snarled, making Greglin just scoff yet again at him.
"I think you mean you were too much of a coward to get some well-earned revenge!" Greglin retorted with a sinister grin. "Fortunately for me, I'm not enough of a cowardly rat to just crawl away when someone kicks me in the fucking crotch!" He added.
'What you call being a "cowardly rat" was me prioritizing my survival rather than trying to get some petty revenge!' Gregory huffed back as he felt Greglin roll their eyes. 'And it doesn't change the fact that I don't appreciate having my body used by the slave of the psycho who put me in this hell, to begin with!' He snarled venomously.
His words got Greglin to stop in his tracks. An uneasy silence then settled in over the two as Gregory could feel Greglin start to stew with annoyance. A cold sensation of dread in his stomach the whole way through as he waited for Greglin's response. His counterpart then turned his head to look around, before finally settling them on a surface polished enough that he could see his reflection.
He then made his way over to it and peered down. His reflection's eyes were brown, indicating it was Gregory's image while his own eyes burned a fearsome purple as he stared down at the reflective image of his counterpart. His expression was a dark scowl that made Gregory flinch, much to Greglin's satisfaction.
"...Then why haven't you just gone dormant then?"Greglin asked after a few seconds of silence.
Gregory looked at him in confusion. 'What do you mean?' He asked in a nervous tone.
"Exactly what I meant!" Greglin answered hissingly. "If you hate this life so much, if you hate the idea of having to kill some brats here or there, why haven't you gone dormant?" He asked, tilting his head and letting out an "Mm?". "Just completely withdraw into our subconscious, and never come out. You know that's an option, right?" He pointed out.
'And give you total control of my body and let you do god knows what with it? Hell no!' Gregory hissed back.
"You act as if I don't already have control over your body," Greglin chuckled darkly as Gregory paled at his words. "See. I don't know if you've figured this out yet. But when it comes to me and Vanny, we're the ones in control. Not you and Vanessa. And if we wanted to, we could just bury you into the deepest part of our subconsciousness where you would never see the light of day ever again!"
'Then why haven't you?' Gregory demanded, with a hint of fear in his voice. If what Greglin said was true, and he could just leave him stranded within the recesses of his mind, it begged the question of why hadn't he done so yet.
Greglin took a moment to ponder his response. "If you are asking about Vanny specifically, it's because contrary to what the dullard believes, Vanny actually likes her and just wants her to get with the program," He said, as he then shrugged. "As for me. It's simple, really: Don't feel like dealing with that dullard!" He explained.
'Her name is Vanessa! And the only reason she's a "dullard" as you so describe is that she doesn't behave like like the fuck-' He was cut off when Greglin assaulted him via their connection. Admittedly, he didn't hit him too hard. Just enough to get a point across.
"Don't curse at Vanny like that!" He hissed, in a tone that promised more pain if he did.
'-she doesn't behave like the psycho she's got stuck in her head who dots on you all the time!' Gregory hissed, wincing as another psychic assault came over him.
"Again. Don't take about Vanny like that! Also. I can't help it if she loves me more! Unlike you, I know how to make her happy!" Greglin said with a bit of a hiss in his earlier tone.
'Yeah! By being her little lap dog-' Gregory started to say, only for Greglin to cut him off.
"Lap "bunny"," He corrected him, making Gregory groan at Greglin having picked up Vanny's annoying little habit of using bunnies whenever it came to various descriptions that used animals ("bunny naps", "bunny eyes", etc).
Gregory could only grumble at this. 'Fine. Lap "bunny". Whatever! It doesn't change the fact that your definition of "make her happy" is no almost no different than what-'
"DON'T YOU DARE COMPARE VANNY TO GRETA!" If Gregory could have, he would have jumped right out of his body at the venom-laced shouting from Greglin. He could feel his counterpart seething with rage, and a cold dread washed over him as he stared into those pits of purple hellfire his eyes were at the moment. "Vanny has done nothing nearly as bad to us that she has done! So don't you even think about equating the two of them!" He snarled, watching in sadistic delight as his counterpart's image began clinching his head in pain.
'Ah! AH! Fine! Fine! I get it! Now stop it already!' Gregory pleaded, which made Greglin smile like a fiend as he halted his assault as his eyes returned to normal. Gregory's pained groans echoed through their shared connection as he saw his originator rub his head in pain.
"You wanna know what I think?" Greglin asked, crossing his arms.
The image of Gregory showed him rubbing his head from his assault before sighing. 'No, I don't. But let me guess: your gonna tell me anyway, right?' He asked.
"You just don't want to admit that you enjoy this life," Greglin said plainly, much to Gregory's shock as he saw Gregory go still for a moment. "What's wrong? Bunny got your tongue?" He said mockingly.
'Like hell, I enjoy this life!' Gregory exclaimed as Greglin snickered at his outrage. 'Do you think I enjoy being leashed to some lunatic that some Bugs Bunny wannabe-' He hissed again as Greglin assaulted him with a psychic kickback. '-Put into my mind!? You are out of your-' He started to say, only to be cut off yet again mid-rant. This time, with Greglin's words.
"And yet. You have food in your belly that isn't from a garbage bin," Greglin began. "You have a warm place to stay and a soft bed to sleep. And money to spend on things that you've always wanted. Hell! You've even got a family! Not just with Vanessa and Vanny, but you're becoming one with Freddy and them! Something you could have imagined only in your wildest dreams!" He exclaimed.
'Only because of the random whim of some luan-' He had to bite back his retort a little as he felt a prick of a psychic attack. '-only because Vanny took me in on a random whim because she wanted an accomplice!' He managed to say.
"And it was because of that whim you've been better off than you have been since you were five! Back when our birth mother and father were still breathing." Greglin hummed, taking a small amount of sadistic pleasure in the way Gregory was fuming.
'They are not your parents!' Gregory pointedly reminded him, but Greglin ignored him as he continued.
"Furthermore. You see to forget one little fact," Greglin said plainly. "You forget that thanks to our shared link, you and I share the same memories and emotions, even if we don't agree much on the latter." He reminded him.
'So!?' Gregory demanded.
"So...that means I'm privy to all the little details that you don't want to be slipped out," Greglin answered, as he saw Gregory pale when a slow realization came across his face. "Let's face facts, buddy: you want to like this life! You want to enjoy it! You may bitch and moan bout the whole child-killing thing, and you may not like the circumstances that caused it all, but you'd be lying to both of us if you said there wasn't anything about this new life you didn't enjoy." He told him.
'I...that's...I don't...' Gregory tried to object, only to find himself struggling for words against his counterpart's argument.
And part of it was because he knew, deep down, Greglin had a point. Deep down, he did want to like this new life he was living. The clean clothes, the fresh food, having a home that wasn't made of cardboard. He even had a bank account with money to spend on things he wanted. Something that he could only dream of before. And yet, here it was. In the back of his pocket no less!
But Greglin wasn't done with him. Oh, no.
"Furthermore, don't you think it's nice to have some people in your life who can give a damn about you?" He insisted, his tone making Gregory flinch. "Oh, sure. You may gripe about Vanessa having helped indoctrinate you and whatnot, but even I'll admit that it's obvious the dullard cares about you," He said, before crossing his arms and grumbling. "Hell. Vanny cares about you too. I've no idea why considering how difficult you are with her, but she does. Believe me." He said with a lingering tone of jealousy in his voice. Not that Gregory cared much, though. When it came to Vanny, Greglin was more than welcome to all of her affection.
Regardless though, that statement made any protest that he could have made go dead on his tongue. Living on the streets, cold and lonely, and being kicked out by his former family had left Gregory with a certain...longing in his heart. A longing for people who would care about him, and show him kindness. It was why he had been willing to go with Vanessa that day. The first person to show genuine kindness to him. Sure, it had been because of Vanny wanting to recruit him as her little minion, but the looks that he saw Vanessa gave him told him she regretted her part in it all. Which meant that her kindness that day hadn't been an act. And if he was being honest, it only fueled his regret for not being fair to her more.
And If he was being extra honest, he knew that both sides of Vanessa cared about him in their way. Sure, Vanny terrified him, but he'd be lying if he said he hadn't caught onto the way she dotted him. Maybe not as much as Greglin, but enough to know that Vanny did care about him in some twisted sense of the phrase. If she wasn't a child-murdering lunatic, he might have been flattered.
Hell. It was because of this whole thing, he managed to meet and greet with the Glamrock Animatronics. Something he had always wanted to do, but couldn't. And he'd be lying again if he said he hadn't enjoyed his time with them. And learning that his father had worked on one of them, and having them dot on him when they learned he was their favorite engineer's son was a plus.
By all rights, this was the high life for him. So why wasn't he enjoying himself?
Because he knew, deep down he knew, that it was all wrong. That he had only come into his life because of Vanny's mad whims. That the food, clothing, and homing were all just part of a cover-up for the truly insidious nature of his life. And that the affections that had been given to him felt either conditional at best (Vanny's) or most likely the result of hacking at worst (the Glamrocks). And that was on top of having a murderous intruder in his head.
One who had every intention of walking down the path of his equally murderous masters.
All and all, a very bitter and sour aftertaste to what otherwise should be something sweet. And it was enough to make Gregory sick to his stomach.
'I don't want this life...' He began murmuring to himself, though he knew Greglin could still hear him. 'I don't want-'
"Would you rather be back out on the streets, cold, hungry, and alone again?" Greglin asked, causing Gregory to flinch. Greglin then approached the reflection of his counterpart and reached out. Laying a hand roughly where Gregory's shoulder would be. "Look. I get it. The circumstances might not be to your liking. But beggars can't be choosers, and I'd say that you've gotten it pretty sweet thus far. And sure. Society has always told you that killing is wrong, and that child murder is especially bad. But I'd say it's a small price to pay for the rather cozy life you got going on right now, no?" He grinned.
'Like hell, it is! No life, no matter how cozy, is worth becoming a murderer over!' Gregory immediately retorted.
"And you're not. I am!" Greglin told him with a sinister grin. When he felt Gregory about to argue, he added. "Yeah, yeah. I know. It's still your body all. But I'm the one in control. So by technical definition, you're not doing any kill." He pointed out.
'Is that supposed to be some half-assed attempt at making me feel better? Because it's not!' Gregory snapped back. 'It's hard for me to just sit back and forget about it when I'll be remembering it!' He murmured, making Greglin roll his eyes.
"Oh, come on, dude. Stop being such a pansy!" He grumbled, rubbing his head. "All you have to do is withdraw into our subconsciousness whenever the stabbing starts, and just wait it out. I promise I'll keep the grizzly details to myself, and wake you when it's all over." He promised.
'You'll forgive me if I'm not exactly in a believing mood when it comes to you!' Gregory snapped back. 'Also. Why wouldn't I remember them? We share the same damn mind, remember!?' He reminded him.
"True. But I can simply block you from accessing parts of my memories," Greglin pointed out. "Vanny was able to keep Vanessa from learning of her intentions for you, remember?" He reminded his originator.
Gregory couldn't help but scowl. He knew that Greglin was speaking the truth. He had asked Vanessa a while ago if she had been in on, or at the very least, had any knowledge of what Vanny had been planning that day. And she had readily confessed to knowing exactly nothing of her counterpart's intentions. At the time, Gregory had dismissed it as her lying. However, he had eventually come to realize that Vanessa was being honest after his attempts to discern Greglin's thoughts all failed.
For whatever reason, both Vanny and Greglin could hide their intentions from them. Something he chalked up to Glitchtrap's influence. However, that only made him more skeptical of Greglin's words.
'That still doesn't make me feel any better,' Gregory murmured before he fixated on Greglin with a glare. 'And somehow, I doubt you'd be the type to keep your word on that.' He said accusingly.
Greglin just sigh and shrug his shoulders. "Well, can't accuse me of not trying to be a pal." He grunted.
'Yeah. You've been a real pal.' Gregory said sarcastically.
Greglin just snorted. "Whatever.! Now if you'll excuse me, I have some servants to check up on!" He said, as he then resumed his path to Rockstar Row. Leaving a silent Gregory to quietly stew over the conversation they just had within the back of their subconscious.
Meanwhile, as Greglin made his way into Rockstar Row, he was immediately greeted by the sounds of shouting and banging. And it didn't take a genius to figure out who was on the warpath tonight. Greglin quickly hurried to the Green Room of Montgomery "Monty" Gator. And sure enough, the alligator animatronic had left his room a mess. With wrecked furniture and claw marks scratched deeply into the walls.
Currently, the bass player of the Glamrocks was wailing away on a wall. Leaving deep indents in it. A feat that Greglin had to admire for a bit before he decided to try and calm him down.
"Monty?" Greglin called out, but he either didn't hear him or was actively ignoring him. "Monty!?" Greglin called out again, but yet again, no response. "MONTY!?" He finally shouted at the top of his voice.
At the sound of his voice, the alligator paused his destruction and looked back. Flinching when he saw Greglin at the door.
"Oh. Ugh...hey, Little Guy. How's it goin'?" The gator animatronic asked sheepishly.
"I'm fine, Monty. I'm more worried about you at the moment." Greglin answered, looking around the room. "Is something troubling you?" He asked.
Monty huffed angrily. "It's nothin'! I'm doin' just fine!" He answered heatedly as he looked away.
However, Greglin wasn't convinced as he then came up to the alligator and laid a hand on his arm. "Monty..." He whispered, giving the animatronic a pleading look. Monty then shifted his gaze down at Greglin, and his expression soften when he noticed his look. Causing him to let out a frustrated sigh. Greglin then lead Monty over to his sofa and the two sat down. Greglin laid a hand on Monty's shoulder to comfort him. "What's wrong, Monty? Did something happen today?" He asked concerned. When Monty didn't answer, Greglin gently took hold of one of his hands and squeezed it. "It's okay, Monty. You can talk to me about anything." He insisted.
For a solid minute or two, Monty didn't speak. Merely looking down at the ground in silence as Greglin held his claw. He then let out a deep sigh.
"It's Bon's. I miss him sometimes, you know?" Monty confessed, looking down at the ground.
Greglin knew full well the fate of Glamrock Bonnie. The rabbit themed animatronic had been lured back to Gator Gulf, where, under the influence of Vanny's virus, Monty had totaled him so his body could be salvaged for parts to add to William Afton's springlock body. Rabbits were William Afton's thing, after all.
And while Greglin was happy that his father had a more functional body, he also felt bad for the Glamrocks having lost a friend. Chalking it up to sympathy bleeding over to him from Gregory. Or maybe it was just the affinity he had developed for rabbits speaking. Either way, it got his mind thinking.
'Maybe I could convince Vanny to let me bring back Bonnie,' He proposed to himself. 'It would probably make the gang feel a lot more at ease having their old friend back. Plus, it's just not Freddy's without the bunny of the group! And more bunnies are always a good thing!' He thought, before chuckling darkly to himself. 'Besides. It would give us another minion to have fun with.' He added before looking up at Monty. "Did you get compared to Bonnie again?" The way Monty flinched at that statement only cemented Greglin's suspicions. His next words confirmed it.
"It happened earlier today," Monty said in a low voice. "Some kids showed up for Gator Golf, and I tried to act right around them. Show 'em a good time and all that jazz. However, all I got was complaints. "Where's Bonnie?" and "We want Bonnie back!" they all had said. Hmph!" Monty let out an angry huff. "Annoying little..." He trailed off with his grumbling.
"Oh, what would they know anyway!?" Greglin said, letting out an angry huff of his own. "They just can't appreciate a badass gator who owns an awesome golf course!" He looked up at Monty and grinned. "You don't need to be Bonnie. You just need to be the awesome gator that you are and not worry about what the fanatics think. Some people just don't know how to appreciate a good thing." He remarked.
Inwardly, he could feel Gregory becoming annoyed. As he knew a part of that had been directed at him. Though given the current circumstances, all Gregory could do was silently fum at his counterpart for the pot shot.
"Yeah well, try tellin' them that!" Monty snorted angrily.
Greglin then broke out into a devilish grin. "Then maybe I should," He remarked, making Monty raise an eyebrow. "How about you give me a few names, and I'll see if I can't instill a little terror into them?" He suggested.
Monty laughed at this. "Ha! I like the way you think, Little Guy!" He grinned approvingly.
"Care to give me a few weeks' worth of golf passes if I manage to make one of them piss themselves?" Greglin proposed.
"I'd give you a whole month if you did that for me!" Monty offered back.
"I'll hold you to that," Greglin said as he then let go of Monty's hand and got up off the sofa. "Why don't you go on and meet me at Gator Golf?" He suggested with a smile. "I wanna go see what the others are up to. Especially Freddy. Poor guy got cake shoved into his mouth by a little pissant and her family!" He hissed that last bit in a way that even made Monty flinch.
"Ah. Yeah...that," Monty murmured, feeling more than a little annoyed that Greglin was dotting on Freddy.
Greglin then patted Monty on the shoulder. "But once I'm done, I promise I'll come over for some Hurricane Hole-In-One. Just between the two of us." He promised, making Monty smile.
"Alright, Little Guy. I'll be waitin' for yeah!" Monty said as he stood up, and exited his green room.
After Monty left, Greglin made his way over to the next animatronic on his list. The one that Gregory's dad had designed back when he worked at the Pizzaplex as one of its engineers. The one and only Roxanne "Roxy" Wolf.
Who was currently inside her Green Room sitting at her vanity. Looking at her reflection with as much of a confident smile as she could muster.
"Your performance was perfect tonight!" She said to herself in a shaky tone. "...Thank you. Your hair is beautiful. Your tail is beautiful. Everyone was watching you. Everyone loves you. Everyone wants to be you." She said to her reflection, putting on her best grin. "You are the best! Thank you. I am the best. I am the best." She said with as much confidence as she could.
A few seconds later, she heard the door to her Green Room slide open. When she looked she saw there was Greglin at the entrance who was smiling at her.
"Of course, you're the best, Roxy. Anyone could see that! And anyone who can't is just a big fat loser!" He told her as his expression morphed into a grin. The next thing he knew, he found himself swept up in the arms of Roxy as the wolf animatronic greeted him with a flurry of licks.
"Hey there, Pup! How's my favorite little pipsqueak doing tonight?" Roxy greeted happily.
Greglin laughed and giggled. "I'm doing just fine, Roxy!" He smiled, as he hugged his wolfy friend back.
"Good. Come to see how your favorite was doing?" She asked, and he nodded. "And I take it your also the reason we can hear ourselves thinking." She deduced, motioning in the direction of Monty's room.
"Yeah. Managed to calm him down with a bit of a pep talk and a promised game of golf." Greglin confirmed, causing Roxy to let out a sigh of relief.
"And thank goodness! Old sewer breath gives me a headache every time he goes on a rampage like that!" She huffed, crossing her arms. Normally, she'd be jealous of Gregory showing such affection to anyone but her. However, if it meant a peaceful night from Monty's rampages, she could deal with it. "I swear. That gator could wake the dead with the way he yells and screams sometimes." She said, rubbing her head.
"Oh! Maybe he can cause a zombie apocalypse!" Greglin suggested with a wicked grin. "I would love to see you go murder bot on a few ghouls!" He added.
Roxy then laughed. "Oh, now that would be fun!" She agreed, giving him a predatory-like grin. "So then, Pup. What brings you around?" She inquired as she sat him down.
"It's Freddy. I came to check up on him." Greglin answered though he knew she wasn't going to like hearing that.
"Freddy?" Roxy parroted, sounding more than a bit disappointed. "And what's wrong with old Fredbear that you gotta see what he's up to?" She asked as Greglin noticed a hint of jealousy in her voice. And he knew why too.
While Roxy was the creation of Ryan Clover and was his second favorite of the four Glamrocks, Greglin knew that Gregory's absolute favorite was Glamrock Freddy himself. Even though, in Greglin's opinion, the band leader was too much of a teddy bear at times. As such, Roxy was by far his favorite of the four. As he preferred her more aggressive, tough-girl attitude.
Unfortunately, since Roxy had no way of knowing that he and Gregory were a case of "two minds, one body", she had no way of knowing who favored who. As such, she would often bristle with jealousy over the idea of her creator's child favoring anyone but her.
Fortunately, he knew his following statement would ease her up.
"Saw some little brat dumping cake into his mouth earlier today," Greglin told her. "I was worried it might have messed him up. So I wanted to make sure he was alright." He explained.
Sure enough, Roxy's scowling expression softened into one of concern. "Oh," She whispered, before growling in annoyance. "Right. I think I recall hearing about that. Da-, brats. No respect for the band sometimes, I swear!" She fumed, as her voice glitched briefly from her censor feature taking over.
Regardless of her misgivings over not being Gregory and (unknown to her) Greglin's absolute favorite, she and Freddy were still bandmates and friends. And Greglin knew seeing or hearing about him being treated like that would set her off.
"Tell me about it. Sounds like she could use The Best putting her in her place!" Greglin agreed, giving Roxy a devilish smile.
Roxy returned the expression. "Got that right Pup! Let me get her onto my racing track and leave her little butt in the dust!" She said.
"I would kill to see that!" Greglin grinned wickedly, as he then started to wonder if he shouldn't include Roxy in his little "first kill" quest.
He would put that under the "maybe" file for now.
'Or how about the "never" file?' He then heard Gregory interject. 'Roxy's my dad's creation! Like hell I'll see her used like that!' He hissed at his counterpart.
'Technically, she already has been. So you are a little late to that party.' Greglin responded smugly, causing Gregory to let out a miffed sound. He then turned his attention back to Roxy. "By the way, Roxy. Are you okay?" He asked in a concerned voice.
"Of course I'm okay. Why wouldn't I be?" Roxy asked with a raised brow.
"I heard you talking to yourself earlier," Greglin admitted, making Roxy scowl. "Did something happen today?" He asked, tilting his head to the side.
"I'm fine, Pup. It's nothing!" The racing-themed animatronic insisted as she crossed her arms, and looked away. However, Greglin knew she was lying to just try and save face. After all. She had heard her little prep talk to herself earlier. And she wouldn't be doing that unless something was eating her.
Fortunately, he had just the way to coax her into talking.
"Want me to brush your hair?" He offered.
Instantly, Roxy's mood to do a one-eighty. "Sure!" She agreed, before leading him over to her vanity. She took a seat as Greglin got a hairbrush, and began brushing Roxy's luxurious mane of synthetic hair.
"Your hair is so soft, Roxy," Greglin said as he ran the brush through it, while also stroking it at the same time with his hand. Unable to help himself, he took a quick sniff. "And it smells so nice too!" He added.
"Several different kinds of scented oils and a few perfumes," Roxy told him. "Ain't no one can top Roxy when it comes to style!" She grinned.
"Damn right, they can't!" Greglin agreed, returning the grin. "You could probably give Vanessa a few fashion tips." He mused, before adding mentally. 'And that's "Vanessa"! Vanny doesn't need any fashion tips!' He hissed at his counterpart through their link.
In response, Gregory just shrugged. 'Could have fooled me with that patchwork rat suit of hers.' He remarked, right before Greglin gave him an especially hard mental kickback. Hard enough that it made him physically wince, earning Roxy's attention.
"You okay there, Pup?" She asked.
Greglin nodded. "Just a slight headache is all," He answered, before turning his thoughts inwardly. 'Speak about Vanny or her rabbit suit like that ever again, and I'll be sure the next one knocks you out for a week!' He threatened, taking satisfaction in the way Gregory recoiled from his tone. That taken care of, he diverted his attention back to Roxy. "Come on, Roxy. I know something is bothering you. Otherwise, you wouldn't be going on your little hype prep talk." He insisted.
Roxy let out an annoyed grumble. "Got into a bit of a scuffle with one of the kids who showed up at my race track today," She answered. "Kid was a da- brat. Came in second, and acted like a sore loser over it. Even accused me of being a cheater. Hmph!" She snorted. "As if I needed to cheat to beat his little butt! And then, if that's not bad enough, he had the fu- gall to call me a "third-rate furry bait replacement". Tch!" She scowled.
"I take it he was talking about Foxy?" Greglin inquired, knowing full well of the prior Fazbear iconic before Roxy: Foxy the Pirate. When she nodded, he scoffed. "Well if by "third-rate furry bait replacement" they mean "first-rate beautiful wolf with a badass attitude", then they'd be right! Because no offense to Foxy fans, but I'll take a badass biker werewolf over a pirate fox any day! And I'm not just saying that because your my dad's creation, either!" He grinned, earning an amused look from the wolf animatronic.
"Flatter!" She accused teasingly.
"Only because Roxanne Wolf is worthy of flatter!" Greglin said back as he continued to brush her hair.
Roxy laughed for a moment she smiled. "You know. Your Daddy use to do this for me," Roxy confessed, looking at him in the reflection of her vanity. "Anytime I'd be feeling down, he'd offer to brush my hair. And it never failed to put me in a better mood." She said.
"Guess I got Dad's magic touch when it comes to his animatronic, huh?" Greglin grinned.
"That you do, Pup. That you do." Roxy agreed.
"Though I'm pretty sure Dad would have gotten in trouble with Mom if she had ever found that out," Greglin joked.
Roxy laughed at that. "Oh, I'm sure Bethany would have tanned his hide if she heard he had been brushing another woman's hair!" Roxy chuckled as she then turned around to face him. "I heard quite a bit about your Mama from him. She sounded like a wonderful woman." She said.
Greglin nodded in agreement. "She was. And I think you and her would have gotten along." He said.
Meanwhile, Gregory could help but listen in on the conversation, and fumed at how Greglin was using the memories of his parents like that. Especially against the very animatronic, his father helped build.
Eventually, Roxy managed to calm down enough to be in a better mood. And once she was, Greglin spent a few more minutes chit-chatting with the racing animatronic before he decided to out.
"I'm gonna go now, Roxy." He told her.
"Alright. Have a good night, Pup. And don't be a stranger, you hear?" She told him with a smile. "And make sure to win one against old Sewer Breath for your favorite!" She added as she watched him leave her Green Room.
He was halfway through the door when he turned around at her and grinned. "Oh, I will!" He promised.
Roxy laughed. "That's my Pup!" Was the last thing he heard before he left. As he passed by the window to her Green Room, however, he knocked on it to earn her attention. He gave her a grin and a wink, along with the devil horn. She returned the gesture as she watched him walk away.
The next stop that Greglin made was to Chica's room. And upon stepping in front of her door, he was greeted by the sounds of her jamming out on her guitar. And distracted enough that she didn't notice him entering her Green Room until she heard his voice call to her.
"Good evening, Chica!" Greglin greeted, earning her attention.
She smiled back at him. "Good evening, Cupcake!" She greeted, setting down her guitar before she came over, and picked him up. "And how's my favorite little muffin doing tonight?" She giggled, kissing his cheek.
He giggled at this. "I'm doing fine, Chica!" He said back, as he then looked a bit guilty. "Sorry. Am I interrupting you?" He asked.
She then rubbed his head. "Oh, no. It's fine, Cupcake! I always have time for my little Gre Gre!" Chica cooed assuringly, giving him another peck on the cheek.
"Hehehe!" Greglin giggled, as Chica then sat him down. "So how you doing tonight, Chica?" He asked.
"Oh, I'm doing just fine. Just practicing is all." She answered.
"That's good," Greglin said, as he then took one look around the room. He then frowned. "By the way, Chica. Have you been eating out of the garbage again?" He asked.
She flinched at the accusation. "Ugh - no! I haven't! What on earth gave you that idea?" She said sheepishly. She then saw Greglin gesture to the room around them. Where discarded pizza boxes and small mountains of trash were littered about.
"I'd say that's evidence enough," Greglin stated, causing Chica to look away shamefully. "Hey, hey! Easy, Chica. I didn't mean to upset you!" Greglin insisted, taking hold of one of Chica's hands.
She gave his hand a gentle squeeze. "I know you didn't, Cupcake. I know you didn't." Chica whispered, gently rubbing the top of his head.
He then let out a sigh of relief. "Would you like for me to help you clean your room up a little bit?" He offered.
"Oh, no. That's quite alright, Cupcake. You don't have trouble yourself." Chica tried to reject.
Greglin just shook his head. "It's fine, Chica. I don't mind helping out my favorite bird." He assured her with the cutest smile he could muster.
It was enough to make the robot chicken's heart melt as she reluctantly sighed.
And so, the two spent the next few minutes tidying up Chica's Green Room. Tossing away all the trash when they were finished in one of the outside garbage bins. When they were done, Greglin then looked up at Chica and asked a single question.
"Why do you keep eating out of the garbage?" At this, Chica just looked away bashfully.
"I...I honestly don't know, Cupcake," She answered. "I know I shouldn't and that I don't even need to. But for some reason, I just find myself feeling the need to eat. It's like I'm always starving, and I just can't help myself!" She exclaimed.
Hearing this, Greglin couldn't help but feel sorry for Chica. Having been sired from Gregory with full access to his memories, he knew what a gnawing, unending hunger was like. The days spent on the streets, scavaging for something to eat. He recalled Gregory would oftentimes have to eat food that would make him very sick in the long run just so he could have something to satisfy his hunger at that moment.
His heart went out for the animatronic chicken. And it made him wonder just what was it that was causing Chica to have such hunger issues.
'Must be a side effect of Vanny's virus.' Greglin deduced.
He then heard Gregor scoffing. 'Jee. Yeah, think!?' He heard his counterpart say, though it was the most obvious statement in the world. And for once, Greglin chose to let it go. Partly because he agreed, and partly because he knew Gregory was right.
'Then maybe I could get Vanny to let me fix up Chica a little bit. Make it to where she's not so hungry all the time.' He mused.
Gregory laughed at that. 'You think Vanny's gonna let you mess around with the little glitches she's got uploaded into Chica?' He scoffed. 'She wants Chica like this! She wants her to have a ravenous so it will make her a more effective killer!' He let out a shutter at the mere idea of how Chica would kill.
Greglin, meanwhile, simply smiled. 'You say that like it's an impossibility. 'However, all it takes is a little bit of persuasion. And fortunately, I have the perfect counterargument to her.' He then looked back up at the animatronic chicken."Hey, Chica. Do you mind helping me out with some time?" He asked.
"Sure, Cupcake. Whatever you need. I'm your bird!" Chica answered with a beaming smile.
"Could you help me make some carrot cupcakes? I wanna make something nice for Vanessa, and I know she likes carrot cupcakes." Greglin asked.
Chica beamed as she answered. "Of course! That sounds like a wonderful idea! And I just know that Vanessa will love them!" She said excitedly.
"I'm sure she will!" Greglin agreed, before smiling to himself. 'And it will be the perfect way to butter her up about fixing your programming a little.' He thought.
After spending a few minutes chit-chatting with Chica, Greglin departed the animatronic chicken and made his way to the last of the Green Rooms. For now, it was time to deal with the last of the Glamrock Animatronics. The leader of the band himself.
And as they passed by the window to the Green Room of Glamrock Freddy Fazbear, they saw he was sitting on his sofa happily humming to himself. Though the distortions in his voice showed that his voice box was on the fritz. Greglin then knocked on the window, causing Freddy to look up at him. He smiled and waved at the Glamrock bear, who smiled and waved back as he watched the brunette make his way around to his door. Which then opened to reveal a smiling Greglin.
"Hey, Freddy!" Greglin greeted, as he made his way in.
"Why hello, Superstar! How are you this evening?" The Fazbear mascot greeted back as Greglin came over to him.
"I'm doing fine. Though from the sounds of it, your voice box is starting to act up." Greglin answered, which made Freddy look a little uneasy.
"Oh, it's nothing, Superstar! Just a bit of glitch is all!" Freddy readily insisted.
Greglin, however, raised a brow. "Uh-huh. I didn't know that vanilla cake causes glitches," He said sarcastically, causing Freddy's eyes to widen. "Yeah. I saw that whole incident with Alice Thorn earlier today. I saw how she and her family dumped all that cake into your mouth. And from the sounds of it, Parts and Sevice did a real shit job cleaning it out." He stated angrily.
"Language, Gregory! Language!" Freddy scolded.
Greglin, however, just rolled his eyes as he came over and took Freddy by the hand. "Come on, Freddy. Let's get you down to Parts and Services," Greglin insisted. When Freddy looked like he was about to protest, Greglin shot him his best "bunny eyes" look. "Please?" He pleaded.
Freddy fidgeted a little before finally sighing and nodding. "Alright, Superstar." He conceded, making Greglin smile as he then lead him out of his Green Room.
"And just where do you think you're going?" Came Vanessa's (or rather, Vanny's) voice over the intercom.
"Parts and Service!" Greglin called back. "Freddy's voice box sounds like it's dirty as hell-"
"Language!" Freddy interjected in a scolding tone.
"-And the mechanics didn't do their jobs," Greglin continued, taking a moment to roll his eyes yet again. "So I'm getting Freddy to Parts and Service to get that gunk cleaned out of it." He said, as he then gave where he was certain a pleading look. "Please, Nessie?" He begged.
Within her security booth, Vanny frowned. Feeling a bit jealous that Greglin was so willing to dot on their mechanical servants like this. However, she would ultimately allow him to do so for three reasons.
1: Seeing her little bunny happy beat whatever feelings of jealousy she could muster up.
2: It was good for him to learn the ins and outs of their animatronic minions. As it helped her when it came to their maintenance.
And 3: That look he wore was just too damn cute! Greglin was an adorable little menace when it came to giving bunny eyes. And seeing them just melted her heart.
"Alright. Just be careful down in there, squirt. And no stealing anything either!" She warned though Greglin knew it was a front. As Vanny had taken a few odd pieces here and there to help with her projects. So she wouldn't care if he snagged a part or two while he was down there.
"Thanks, Vanessa! I'll be sure to make you something nice later on!" Greglin beamed back with a smile.
"I'm holding you to that!" Vanny chuckled back.
Greglin and Freddy made their way down to Parts and Services. There, Greglin had Fredd get into the protective cylinder and lay down in the operating chair in the middle of it. He then got to work cleaning him out. First by removing his bow tie, and then his chest piece. This allowed him to get a view of Freddy's voice box, and sure enough, it was covered in pieces of vanilla cake and strawberry icing. Much to the disgust of both Greglin and Gregory.
'Seriously!? You think out of all their animatronics, Freddy would be the one they did a thorough job trying to keep clean!' Gregory remarked.
'For once, we can agree on something.' Greglin agreed as he began disconnecting Freddy's voice box so he could clean it up properly. All while mentally cursing whoever's decision it was at Fazbear Entertainment to make the detaching and reattaching process of their highly advanced animatronics parts a glorified Simon Says game. 'Simon Says, lay down on the ground, and get run over by an eighteen-wheeler!' He mentally snarled.
Once he was finished, and all of Freddy's parts were properly connected, he stood back. "How are you feeling now, Freddy?" Greglin asked as the Fazbear icon sat up.
"Better, Superstar! Much better! Thank you very much" The Glamrock bear answered with a grateful smile. His voice was now no longer distorted or scratchy.
"Your welcome, Freddy!" Greglin said back happily, as his expression morphed into a scowl. "Still. I can believe the nerve of that girl! Who the hell does she think she is treating you like that!?" He fumed.
"Language, Gregory!" Freddy reminded him for what felt like the umpteenth time.
Greglin just rolled his eyes. "I think there are more important issues than my potty mouth," He retorted. "If you ask me, somebody should shove a piece of cake down that Alice brat's mouth and sees how she likes it!" He huffed angrily. His mind started to brew with dark thoughts of Alice choking to death on cake-induced vomit.
Freddy, however, was appalled by this. "Gregory! Shame on you! That's a terrible thing to say!" He chastised the youth.
"Oh come on, Freddy! She deserves it!" Greglin insisted, crossing his arms. "I've known spoiled little brats like Alice, Freddy. Dealt with them on a daily bases a few times. You can't reason with them! They're the type of people who think they own the whole damn world!" His eyes narrowed dangerously as his hands balled into fists. "The only thing that will make them regret anything is a black eye and a bloody nose!" He growled out through gritted teeth, much to Freddy's horror.
"Superstar no!" He then immediately picked up Gregory and hoisted him so that they were at eye level. "While Ms. Thorn's actions were unwarranted, that is no excuse to want to cause active harm to someone! Violence such as that should never be an answer! Let alone when it comes to dealing with someone as young as Ms. Thorn!" He said in a stern, scolding tone.
There was a pregnant silence between the two as Greglin stared back at Freddy. Surprised by just how stern the otherwise friendly bear could be when he had to be. Inwardly, Greglin couldn't help but roll his eyes as he find the whole situation darkly amusing. Here Freddy was telling him not to harm Alice Thorn, yet she was going to be his first planned victim. Not that he'd tell the animatronic bear that, of course. Unwitting servant or not, there were some things that old Fredbear didn't need knowledge of even if he didn't remember it.
So instead, he settled on a different course of action.
*HONK*
He reached over and grab Freddy's nose to produce that familiar honk. A notion that startled the lead singer of the Glamrocks, but otherwise, was met with no objections. Nay, if anything, Freddy's mood had changed from stern and scolding, to more amused and smiling as Greglin smiled back as Freddy then sat him on the ground.
"I'm sorry if I startled you, Superstar. I just don't like the talk of you hurting someone," He apologized, gently rubbing the boy's head, and making Greglin sigh.
'Can you blame him? Freddy's meant to entertain kids! Not hurt them!' Gregory chime in.
However, Greglin chose to ignore the words of his counterpart as he addressed the bear in the room. "...Freddy? Can I confess something to you?" He asked, looking up at the animatronic bear.
"Of course, Superstar. You can tell me anything!" Freddy assured.
Greglin smiled back before his expression became serious. "You know that I used to live on the street before I started living with Vanessa, right?" He asked. Freddy's expression became sad as he nodded. "During that time, I...I was sneaking into the Pizzaplex." He confessed in a guilty tone.
Freddy looked at him in disbelief. "You were what!?" He exclaimed in a shocked voice.
Meanwhile, Gregory could only stare at Greglin in shock. 'What!? Why would you tell him that!?' He demanded, unable to believe that Greglin would confess that of all things to the bear. Knowing full well that they were going to get into serious trouble.
Greglin, however, ignored his counterpart as he continued. "I was sneaking into the Pizzaplex before Vanessa found me," He reiterated. "You probably know about all those mysterious hiding places, right? The ones the security team found?" When Greglin saw the look of realization cross Freddy's face, he continued. "That was me. I had been sneaking into the Pizzaplex, and making camp here for a few months before Vanessa found me." He admitted.
"S-Superstar! That's-" Freddy tried to get out, only for Greglin to cut him off.
"I know! I shouldn't have been. But it was just too good to pass up! This place was like - like a dream come true!" He exclaimed. "Living on the streets, cold and hungry, just trying to get by to see another day...a place like this was wonderful! It was like a palace of food and games! Just a place I could come and hang out for a while to forget my troubles!" He said, looking sadly at the ground.
"Gregory..." He heard Freddy whisper.
"But above all else," Greglin continued, looking up at Freddy with a smile. "The one thing I always loved coming here to see was you guys!" He admitted, taking hold of one of Freddy's hands, and gripping it tightly.
"Superstar..." Freddy whispered.
"You guys were amazing to watch!" Greglin smiled up at him. "Watching you perform on stage with Chica, Roxy, and Monty? I was always blown away! And I always wanted to - to come up to you guys! To say hi, and get my autograph with you! Especially you, Freddy! You were always my favorite!" His expression then morphed into a frown. "But I knew that if I did, I would get into major trouble. So it would always remain just out of my reach!" And that was when his expression became a scowl. "That's why brats like Alice piss me off so much! They don't understand how lucky they are! How fortunate they are to just be able to speak with you guys like it's an everyday thing! And to see them treat you guys like that is just the worst!" He snapped, as his hands balled into a fist as his fury began to spike.
That was when he felt Freddy's arms wrap around him in a firm embrace. "Superstar, please! Calm yourself!" Freddy insisted in a soothing tone as the bear's hand gently caress the back of his head in a soothing fury.
Greglin was surprised by this but didn't reject the display of affection and allowed himself to savor the embrace of the Glamrock lead singer. After all. He had no problem letting the animatronic bear comfort him like this. And why would he? It was part of the programming that Vanny had given him.
And to be honest? He liked the comfort that Freddy was giving him. Sure he wasn't Vanny, but this was still nice.
Meanwhile, Gregory was left feeling indignant over what Greglin had just said. Not only did he confess to him having snuck into the Pizzaplex. But to use his memories and experiences as a tool to manipulate Freddy?
If Gregory had any control over his body at the moment, and if it wasn't for Vanny protecting him, Gregory would have gladly beat himself up just for the satisfaction of watching Greglin suffer for a change.
Eventually, when Greglin's anger had subsided enough, Freddy pulled back to look at the boy with a serious expression. "Gregory. I understand that you are upset with Ms. Thorn's actions. However, wanting to cause harm to someone is never right." He gently chided the boy.
Greglin, however, just rolled his eyes. "No offense, Freddy. But I think you too nice sometimes," He said, appreciating the irony that arguably the kindest member of the Glamrock gang was secretly an accomplice in the act of child murder. "Seriously, Freddy. You should probably toughen up a little bit. Get a bit of a grizzly edge to you rather than acting like an oversized teddy bear all the time." He told him.
His words earned a chuckle from the Glamrock bear. "I think I'm fine not being so grizzly," Freddy hummed humorously.
Again, Greglin couldn't help but roll his eyes. "See, that's the issue, Freddy. You're too nice! That's why people like Alice can just do whatever they want to you. Because they know they can get away with it because you're unwilling to retaliate against them!" He exclaimed as memories of his alter ego's unwillingness to fight back against his tormentors flashed in his mind.
"Our programming does not allow us to harm guests," Freddy reminded him. "And even so, Ms. Thorn is but a child. What she requires is a talking to." He insisted.
Greglin shook his head. "I'd think you'd have better luck talking to a wall," He remarked, chuckling to himself at the mental image of Alice's head smashed to paste against a concrete wall. "Seriously though, Freddy. I don't think a chit-chat is going to make someone like Alice less of a brat." He said, before adding to himself. 'Though a knife to the throat might change her tune.' He giggled mentally, making Gregory shutter.
Freddy, however, wasn't convinced. "Still-" He tried to insist, making Greglin just groan.
"Ugh. Forget it, Freddy," He said, shaking his head. He then took hold of one of Freddy's paws. "Come on, big guy. Let's get you back to your room." He insisted as he lead Freddy out of Parts and Service. The Glamrock band leader following.
As the two rode the elevator/main stage back up into the Atrium, however, Freddy looked down at his companion.
"Gregory. I want you to promise me something." Freddy began in a firm voice.
Greglin looked up at him and tilted his head to the side. "What?" He asked as the elevator stopped upon arriving in the Atrium.
Freddy then knelt to him and placed his hands on his shoulders. "I want you to promise me that you will let the matter with Ms. Thorn rest. I know you're not happy about it, and to be honest, I'm disappointed in her as well. But please, let it go." He pleaded, giving Greglin a look that reminded him of a kicked bunny.
Greglin had to take a moment to appreciate the irony of Freddy asking him not to hurt her when she was his target for his first kill. Not that he would tell Freddy that, of course. Still, for the time being, he would play along with the bear's concerns.
"Okay, okay. I'll let it go." Greglin said as sincerely as he could. Though he felt a sudden surge of guilt that he guessed much of had came from Gregory as he said that.
Freddy smiled at this. "Thank you, Superstar." He said as he gave Greglin a pat on the head.
Greglin managed to smile despite himself. "However, I want you to promise me something as well." He said. When Freddy said nothing, he continued. "Promise me that at the very least, you'll start defending yourself if crap like this keeps happening." He said.
"Gregory-" Freddy began, only for Greglin to cut him.
"I'm not saying that you should go around hurting people," He began, holding up his hands to forestall any protest the bear might have given him. "But! You should at least keep them from doing damage like that to you, buddy bear. It ain't good for your image! Do you think that people are gonna respect a band leader who's a total pushover?"
"Well I-" Freddy tried to interject, only for Greglin to cut him off yet again.
"Or what about Chica, Roxy, or Monty?" Greglin then asked. "How do you think they feel about hearing how their leader got cake dumped into his mouth by some brat? It ain't good for their morale!" He insisted. And judging from the way Freddy seemed to flinch at that statement, Greglin knew he had hit a nerve. 'Good. Maybe that will start getting you to unleash the beast within, big bear.' He thought to himself with an evil chuckle.
Meanwhile, Freddy was silent for a few moments as he mulled over Greglin's words. While a part of him knew that Alice was just a child who most likely didn't know any better, a part of him found himself...agreeing with Greglin's assessment. He might have been made to entertain children, but did that mean he should let them just walk all over him like that without so much as raising his voice?
Unbeknownst to the Glamrock leader, his eyes occasionally flicked back and forth between their usual color and a sickly purple. A sight that made Gregory cringe with fear, and Greglin smile with delight.
After a few more seconds of silence, Freddy finally spoke. "I...will promise I will try to consider your advice, Gregory." He said.
Greglin smiled as he patted the bear on the arm. "Good," He said, as he then lead Freddy back to his Green Room.
During their trip back, however, Greglin could feel Gregory glaring at him. 'You were lying to Freddy, you know that, right?' His counterpart pointed out. 'You have no intention of letting it go with Alice Thorn. Especially because you've been plotting her murder since earlier today!' He said.
Greglin just shrugged. 'True. However, Freddy doesn't need to know that!' He said with a hum in his voice, as he and the animatronic bear soon arrived at his Green Room. "Sorry, Freddy. I can't stay and chit-chat. I promised Monty a round or two of Gator Golf to cheer him up." He informed the Glamrock leader.
Freddy smiled at this. "Oh! By all means, Superstar! Don't let me keep you waiting! And thank you for being so thoughtful of Monty!" He said approvingly.
Greglin smiled and nodded. "You're welcome." He said as he turned around to leave. He then stopped in his tracks, before turning to look at Fredd. "By the way, Freddy. Can you keep what I said earlier between the two of us?" He asked, giving Freddy a pleading look.
The animatronic bear paused for a moment, before nodding. "I promise to keep your secret safe, Superstar." He assured, making Greglin smile.
"Thank you, Freddy." He said gratefully, before turning his thoughts inward. 'See? Nothing to worry about. Old Fredbear ain't turning us in anytime soon!' He told his counterpart as he departed. Making his way out of Rockstar Row and to Gator Golf.
All while, Gregory could only his counterpart in silence. Not only fuming at him for his earlier actions but dreading the inevitable fate that he had in store for Alice Thorn.
(Chapter End)
Author's Notes: Hello, one and all.
And here we come to the end of chapter six of Glitchtrapped. And the end of the first multipart of the story. For any story that I've done. So I consider this an accomplishment. :D
First off. I wanna apologize if this chapter came out later than some of you wanted. Put bluntly, I kept hitting a stubborn writer's block with it. Which, when combined with how scatterbrained my mind is when it comes to focusing on a task at hand, does not make for a good coupling when you're trying to write.
That, and the ending to Ruin shot my mood to write for a little while. However, thankfully, actually having now played Five Nights at Freddy's: Security Breach for real has shot my mood back up to full.
Especially since yours truly got the 3-Star Golden Ending on his first try! Huzzah! Because I can't tell you all how many butterflies were in my stomach trying to do that. Especially because I marathoned the whole game in one sitting. I'll admit, it was a total pain in the ass. Kept running into bad framerate and crashes on a few occasions. Even ran into an annoying bug where I had to quit and reload!
Also. Fuck that Simon Says mini-game bullshit when your working on Freddy! :( There was a reason I had Greglin rage at that nonsense.
But that ending was so worth the trouble if you ask me. :D
So, yeah. I'm sorry if this came out later than you would have liked. Came out later than I would have liked. But I thank you for your patience, and your support.
Now then as for this chapter itself? Not much to say to be truthful. As I mentioned previously, this chapter, chapter four, and chapter five were all going to be one huge ass chapter. But I decided to divide them all up for brevity's sake. Chapter one had, like, three chapters worth of material crammed into one (Vanessa finding Gregory, the events leading up to the AR game, and Vanessa and Gregory meeting the respective Glitchtrap personas of each other along with Greglin and Vanny meeting) and I'm not eager to relive that experience.
Though something tells me I'm going to be failing that in the future. :/
Anyway, some Author Insights for the chapter.
1 - Greglin and interacting with others: As I've mentioned before. Greglin cares about the animatronics much like Gregory in this story does. However, his way of showing affection to them is...twisted. Sorta encouraging their worst traits as a way of manipulating them (Except for Chica). His attempts at "soothing" Gregory in this chapter are such an example. Trying to get him to embrace his new life and all that jazz by pointing out the good points of it. As well as "encouraging" some darker traits in Freddy.
I'll be honest. The dialogue with Greglin and the Glamrocks was what hung this chapter up for a while. As I had to try and make Greglin's dialogue come across as both comforting and twistedly encouraging. Don't know how well I did, but it is what it is. :/
2 - Bonnie's Return: For those of you who might have been wondering if Glamrock Bonnie might make an appearance in this story, I hope this answers your question. Let's just say that he is going to be a favorite project of Greglin's.
3 - The Princess Quest Games: Since I've mentioned getting the Redemption Ending, and Greglin has access to Vanny's private room in the Fazer Blast arcade, I'm sure a few are you are wondering: why hasn't Gregory tried to mess with the Princess Quest games? Especially because his been at the Pizzaplex, and has probably encountered the other two. And with pretty much all access, why doesn't he try and wrestle control from Greglin to go play the games and free Vanessa and possibly himself?
Well...keep that in mind, for now. The reason will be revealed in a future chapter.
And now with my ramblings done, let's get onto some review answering.
To hardrocker21: I'm glad you enjoyed the chapter. And that is exactly what I was hoping. A sweet little chapter with darkness lurking beneath the surface.
To MermaidMagick: It's funny that you bring that up. Originally I wasn't going to, as I didn't own a copy of the Tales from the Pizzaplex where those events occur. However, I've recently acquired that volume of Tales from the Pizzaplex, and have read the "GGY" story. I was aware of it beforehand and included a shout-out to it in the first chapter. With the "GGY" Gregory's name on the top scores at the Mega Pizzaplex's arcade games (which is in the game, IIRC). Also, I did intend to use the "Dr. Rabbit" alias for Greglin at some point. So I won't rule out the possibility of GGY's events occurring. If I can figure it out, I'll be more than happy to weave the events of GGY into Glitchtrapped.
Needless to say, though, Tony might not meet a good end at the hands of the Black Hare of the Pizzaplex.
To Wolfelover94: I'm glad you have been enjoying yourself. And yes, that line about Gregory being a starving bear cub and Vanessa finding it adorable was borrowed from that very story. I just thought it was cute, and had to use it. ^-^
And that's all I have for you for now. I've hoped that you enjoyed this chapter, and please feel free to sound off in the review section with your thoughts. Any feedback you can provide will bring me one step closer to becoming a better writer.
In the meantime, this has been IrysGundam005 and remember: I see everything. Til next time, everyone. :)
PS: If any of you are in the mood for good Gregory/Vanessa shotacon stories, Home by nateandmolly over at Archive of Our Own is a good one. So far, it's only two chapters. But I'm confident we'll see more in the future. Go check it out, and tell them Irys sent you!
Also. To any of you who have played Five Nights at Freddy's: Security Breach on console, is it just my console, or did the frame rate chug for you too?