You Can't.
Warning: This story contains dark themes. Proceed with caution. I am not affiliated with Scott Cawthon, or the FNaF franchise. Constructive criticism is welcome.
"Someone used one of the suits. We had a spare in the back, a yellow one. Someone used it. Now none of them are acting right…"
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Time hadn't been particularly kind to William Afton. After the tragic death of his youngest son by the hand of his eldest, there weren't many things that could give him satisfaction.
The excitement of creating and building robots. The delight given by his favorite kind of tea from back home. The feeling of freedom he got from driving around the town whenever he had spare time. He felt none of those anymore.
That being said, he still had his ways of coping with his loss, and nothing brought him more joy than seeing things go exactly as he had planned.
The cameras had been deactivated. The facial recognition software had been tampered with. Even the Mangle's radio had been taken care of. The cops weren't going to meddle with his affairs until long, long after he was done.
Where did that leave him?
Whistling with content, he made his way to the establishment's hidden back room. His little 'lab rats' were currently occupied in some party room. They had been promised a grand show for tonight, and he had every intent of delivering.
As he kept walking through the unexpected darkness of the main hall (honestly, Fazbear Entertainment was practically begging for this to happen at this point), he opened the breast pocket of his purple security coat, and pulled out the map of the pizzeria. Being a former owner of the company sure had its perks.
He unfolded it carefully, and confirmed that the back room was indeed within the Parts and Service room. He smirked to himself.
For better or for worse, this meant he would have to come face to face with some of his old pals. They probably wouldn't recognize him in the dingy lighting, but if they would…that's what tasers are for!
He opened the dark gray door in front of him effortlessly. During his few nights as a guard in this location, he noticed that the Parts and Service room's door had a faulty lock. Almost like someone had tried to bust the door down.
Stepping inside, he turned on his flashlight, and saw the culprits for himself. A familiar stench of the utmost foul degree assaulted his nostrils, so much so that it made him nauseous. Its sources were lying on the floor, completely immobile.
Freddy. Bonnie. Chica. And of course, Michael's favorite. Foxy. His jaw clenched at the thought.
These four were the reason he had set this operation up. Something made them behave strangely. He had seen as much while he was on duty. It was almost like they were…sentient. Something within them was making them tick in more ways than one. He had a few suspicions, but tonight, he was going to find out once and for all what it was that made these animatronics act as though they were alive.
He passed them by, shifting his focus on the back room's door. He unlocked it, checking behind him all the while. It would have been foolish to get complacent now that he was in the lion's nest.
His anticipation flared up into fully fledged excitement as he laid his eyes on the two golden suits that were slouched against the wall. Closing the door behind him, he got closer to the Spring Bonnie suit.
Picking up the good ol' hand crank from the floor, he made sure the spring locks were all nice and wound up, before putting on each piece, one by one. Oh, how good it felt to be back in action!
A deep, garbled noise emanated from his left, nearly startling him. It sounded like multiple people were talking quietly at once. Through the mask's sockets he saw the other suit shaking and shambling violently.
Fredbear.
Taking a closer peek, he saw one tiny white dot in each of Fredbear's eye sockets. They were pointed straight at him. William wasn't impressed by the theatrics.
"Oh, save it."
With a harsh kick, the Fredbear suit slumped over to the side. The murmurs greatly intensified, but at that point, William honestly didn't care. He had a long night ahead of him, and he couldn't afford to waste energy on such pointless matters.
Picking up his flashlight, his pocket knife, and the taser, he left the room, paying no mind to the fact that as he closed the door and exited both rooms, the Golden Freddy suit vanished. He similarly ignored the four animatronics' eyes that were on him.
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"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen!" announced Spring Bonnie to his audience of six kids. They were all sitting at the tables of Party Room 3.
"You six are the lucky guests for this once-in-a-lifetime event! You know what that means, dontcha?" he asked, in his deep, joyful voice.
"We…we get special prizes?" asked a little boy in a hopeful tone.
"Huh huh huh~ that, and more my little friend! Before that, I've got a special surprise, just for you!"
"What kind of surprise?" asked a girl with suspicion.
"You'll see really soon, but shhh…" Spring Bonnie lifted his index finger and placed it in front of his lips.
"It's a secret, alright? I had to go through a lot to steal- I mean! Borrow this from the kitchen!"
Some of the kids chuckled heartily.
Spring Bonnie tip-toed over to the doorway, and bent around it. Soon enough, he held up a large platter with a strawberry cake on it. The children's eyes widened and they wow'ed in delight, as the cake was placed on the table in front of them. So absorbed they were, they didn't even hear the door lock.
William let himself relish these moments. Just a few years ago, he would do things like this once in a while during his own kids' birthdays. Their faces would glow just as brightly as these ones' did.
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"Now, then, kiddies! I know you're all eager to dig straight in, and eat 'till your tummies hurt, but there's a problem!"
Six pairs of eyes focused on him with curiosity.
"Little old me forgot where he put his knife! We can't eat this culinary masterpiece with our bare hands! So, can all of you please help me find my knife, so that we can cut enough pieces for everyone?"
A series of 'okay's filled the room. They all got started searching. Under the tables, the chairs, and near the corners.
"D'oh, silly me!"
At this point, Spring Bonnie rapped his knuckles against his head, and lifted the platter. The knife was underneath it. He lifted it up with a shaky hand.
"It was right here, all along," he started, as his grip on the handle tightened.
"I found it."
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Time hadn't been particularly kind to Charlotte Emily. After having her life tragically cut short, and being witness to the most horrific massacre her child mind could conceive, she had grown aware of her limitations and weaknesses. Of how cruel, yet valuable time was. These moments reminded her of that. Moments where her gut instinct was screaming at her.
She had to hurry.
After breaking free of her music box, she could easily hear the screams. She thought of going alone, but she wasn't confident. She felt too frail to do anything. That's why she searched for help.
Using the ceiling's conveyor belt that the strings connected her to, she zoomed over to Kids' Cove, only to find the Mangle emit some sort of static. She then realized that it didn't seem able to move right now.
Hurry…
She flew over to the Show Stage. The new animatronics, too, didn't appear to respond! These worthless pieces of junk! If they can't stop a crime from happening, then what was the point!?
Hurry.
There was only one option left that could stop this tragedy. She had to call the others, and hope for the best. As fast as she could, she dashed to the Parts and Service room.
Once inside, she glanced at each of them as thoroughly as she could given the circumstances. She wished she could awaken all of them, but time was pointing a knife at her throat.
Bonnie. Too damaged.
Chica. Too damaged.
Foxy. Susceptible to light.
Freddy…
Hurry!
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Gabriel felt his consciousness come back to him all at once, as though a switch inside him had flipped.
After his vision adjusted, he nearly gasped once he saw the Marionette hovering over him, her creepy eyes staring into his soul. It was Charlotte, again. None of them had seen her in a while. But what did she wan-
"Save them!"
…what?
"Come on!"
He forced himself up, and heard his joints moan. Taking one better look at the Marionette, he noticed she was frantically motioning for him to follow her. He had never seen Charlotte act so…panicked before.
It was obviously urgent, so he followed her without asking any questions, or picking up his top hat.
He set foot in the hall, and already he could see what had made Charlotte act the way she did.
All over the floor. Trails going in multiple directions. Wet. Metallic. Crimson. As far as the eye could see.
If this were truly the work of their murderer, it was evident that he didn't care much about being stealthy this time.
Their bodies were mangled beyond recognition. Some had been thrown under or over a table. Others were slumped against the wall. Others were sitting on chairs.
If he didn't know any better, Gabriel could have easily assumed that some of them were sleeping. But he did know better! He knew first hand! The exact same thing had happened to him. To her. To them! To all of them!
Their eyes were glassy, and wide with agony. He wanted to vomit, to scream, and cry until he wouldn't be able to anymore. He couldn't even make out the colors of their clothes!
He heard Charlotte crying out for him to keep going. He picked up his pace, until he caught up to her. He didn't know what he could even do to help at this point, but…he forced his legs to move.
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William was panting, and his heart was pumping. He was clearly starting to lose his shape. Having moved the bodies around, and removed his suit, he breathed a sigh of relief.
He had done it. The operation was a success. Now all he had to do was wait, and see what would happen. Would the animatronics suddenly become alive? Would other strange phenomena start occuring, now that the bodies were scattered? Only time would tell.
He sat at the end of the hall, near the stage. He took in the silence that had seized the establishment…
Which was then shattered once the hall's alarm started ringing. It was truly a strange alarm in its design. Not constant, or particularly loud. Its rhythm was similar to a human's breathing when calm. Its main purpose, from what he had gathered, was to alert the night guard that someone was in the hallway near the security office.
He frowned. Picking up his gear, he slowly took a couple steps closer to the source of the sound, passing by the entrance of two party rooms.
As he cut the corner, he noticed something, off in the darkness. Two glowing white dots. Like little stars. They were roughly at the same height as that of a door's, if not a little higher.
Immediately, he went to raise his flashlight, but was caught off guard by the sound of thundering footsteps coming toward him from the right.
He instinctively stepped back, but before he knew it, something was crunching down his shoulder. He let out a scream.
As swiftly as he could he grabbed his taser, and activated it. With an audible jolt, he felt the sharpness of the pain subside, only to give way to a duller one.
The offender collapsed to the floor with a loud bang. As his vision adjusted, he finally got a proper look at who it was.
Freddy Fazbear. The old one, at that.
A chuckle slipped past his lips, which was followed by another, and then another. They kept piling on top of each other. In little time, his laughter was echoing and reverberating all around him.
He drew back his foot, and dished out the toughest kick he could muster, square on the bear's nose, which honked.
"Well played, you little brat."
He examined the decrepit animatronic bear closely. His eyes widened once he saw a few drops of his blood on its teeth. That certainly complicated things for him, but he had come prepared, being the cautious man he was.
He pulled out a pack of wet wipes that were doused with alcohol, and cleaned both jaws and both rows as thoroughly and as meticulously as he could, until there wasn't a stain to be seen.
Still clutching his shoulder he began walking away. He could tell that he was going to need to tend to it with discretion. With that in mind he decided to leave for tonight. He'd had enough excitement for now.
"...-ster…"
He didn't quite catch the word that was uttered. He did hear the voice, though. It was familiar. Definitely so. In fact, he wouldn't have mistook it for anyone else's even after all these years.
He looked back, and saw the Marionette kneeling next to Freddy's limp form. One hand was under his head, while the other was holding his.
"You…you monster! How…how could you!?"
William shook his head, chuckling.
"'Monster', huh? Doesn't quite have as nice a ring as 'Uncle Will' had. You should work on your manners, Charlie."
The Marionette was shaking.
"...You'll pay! You'll pay!"
The man didn't seem phased.
"I'll save them! All of them! And when…when… that happens…you…you'll see!" Charlotte finally added, her voice breaking.
"You can't. You can't save anybody, Charlotte. And as for you…you will not be spared. You will not be saved. By anyone. Not by Mr. Fazbear over here. Not by God. And certainly not by your dear daddy." William stated, his words slicing through the air, sharp and cold.
A few sobs arose from the Marionette, after a short silence.
William frowned, and his expression turned sympathetic. He approached the crying animatronic.
He placed his index finger under the Marionette's mask, so as to guide her gaze to him. He spoke as tenderly as he could, like a parent would to their child.
"I don't hate you, Charlie…but you need to stay out of my way."
He let his gloved hand travel over to the taser once again.
"So be a good little girl, and go to sleep."
With one more discharge, the Marionette crumpled on top of Freddy. The employees would be met with what was certainly going to be an interesting sight once they'd walk in.
A sense of exhaustion washed over William. He exited the restaurant, without further interruption. Unbeknownst to him, someone had been sitting near the exit, watching him go.
The Fredbear suit.
A youthful voice emerged from inside it.
"You won this round. You might win the next one, too. Maybe the one after that, as well. But one day, you'll die. In one way or another. And when that happens, you'll burn in hell. To smithereens. I will be there, too. I will be watching you. I will never let you leave. I will never let you rest. No matter how many times you burn. Good night, Mr. Afton."