FNAF Movie one-shot prequel set a few years before the events of the film. After a particularly unsuccessful night of guard-hunting, the Yellow Rabbit shows up to brighten Gabriel's day. Or so the boy thinks.
The Serpent disguised as a Dove
Their killer had gotten away. He'd freed himself and ran as fast as his legs could carry him, just as the clock had struck six in the morning. Gabe had been too elated to consider the possibility of him escaping. He and his friends had waited patiently on the stage for the screams to begin, only for a frustrating stillness to flood their ears.
He'd thought they'd gotten him, but then…
His grip tightened around his microphone, cracking the black plastic and whatever circuitry was inside. A movement so faint it would've gone unnoticed by anyone who didn't know what to look for. Decades of practice had made them all adept at blending in. Although right now staying on stage like a good little boy-
"Be a good little boy and scream. No one's gonna hear you, but who knows? You might be lucky. It's worth a shot." He dug the knife deeper in.
-Like a statue was the last thing he wished to do.
Jeremy blinked next to him, but otherwise remained frozen, holding his guitar and looking up ahead into the empty dining hall. Gabe didn't offer him the curtesy of even a glance, merely opening his jaw in disappointment. Susie to her credit chose to not say anything, her silence telling of their collective failure.
At least she understood.
Thanks to her, this once he decided he wasn't going to reprimand either of them. They both knew that they had done wrong and would do better next time.
Next time…
After Fritz had been lucky enough to catch the man unprepared, those two been tasked with putting him in the chair. The next step would've been to leave him there before returning at night to stuff him in one of the backup suits. No one would've come by to check the backroom during the day anyway. Not anymore.
So none of them were worried about their killer being found dead, strapped to that mangle chair. The restaurant had been closed for years now. Most likely. Gabe was pretty sure of it.
Too much time had passed for him to tell exactly…
But just how did that man escape? Had Jeremy and Susie messed up the restraints? That must've been it. Perhaps in their killer's struggle to free himself from their grasp those two hadn't set the locks properly.
Gabe would've sighed if he could have.
Part of the red curtains above him tore open, cut by a force that wasn't there.
He thought them better than that.
A table shook somewhere in the hall, the party hats on it falling off to the floor.
They had been at this for their entire lives, hadn't they?
One of the wooden planks beneath his feet shattered, sending countless splinters flying.
What good were they if they couldn't even do something as simple as locking some damned straps?
A purple floodlight activated by itself only for the glass circle to explode into a dozen shards.
How could they make such a STUPID MISTAKE?!
…
The diner didn't audibly answer his shout. Of course it didn't, what was he expecting?
But it did respond in its own way. For his sin, it forced him to stare at the mess he'd made. Chairs had been thrown everywhere, the tables had been flipped and many of the glass murals had cracked. Along with them, a few of the arcades had fallen as well.
Are you proud of yourself, it asked him.
And in his shame Gabriel closed his optics, letting a single black tear flow down his cheek. It stained the fur and imbedded itself into it, further dirtying the brown that had once been immaculate in both color and shine. Yet now it was drenched in rage and dust of lives forgotten, made to share a dying home of fellow children.
…
He was supposed to look out for them. To be better than this. And look at him.
All these years and he hadn't learned a thing.
Well, you couldn't teach an old dog new tricks, but one would think he of all people would know that the anger was useless more often than not. A calculating mind was better than self-sabotage painted as an excuse for lashing out, but… Curse it, his patience was oh so thin! If their killer wasn't choking on his own blood come night 3, all planning would go out the window and the Bear would step out of his den.
Still, what did it hurt him to cut Jeremy and Susie some slack? Nothing really, Gabe was just too stuck up to turn a blind eye. Not like his efforts were that much more effective…
He bowed his head ever so slightly, leaning forward in what was supposed to be an apology. He wouldn't blame his friends if they were angry with him.
Those two were too good for him anyway.
Whatever rebukes they had would be more justifiable than his could ever dream to be, and Gabe wouldn't deny them of that small mercy. Because why should his word matter over theirs when he wasn't up to the task, despite being so hard on them half the time?
…
But whatever reaction he expected to get never came.
Jeremy, with lowered ears and missing the quiet rage he'd typically wear on his face, bumped him in the shoulder before losing to the servos and reverting to his stationary position. Gratefully, Gabe closed his mouth and nodded, straightening his posture.
Refusing to let him beat himself up either, Susie followed their bandmate's lead. Sparks erupted from her arm as she fought the Daytime Cycle for control, and even when her torso jerked in protest she still kept a hand on his back, patting him. The pain must've been too much however because she quickly snapped back in place, dropping Mr. Cupcake in the process.
Gabe flinched internally when he saw how her optics darted to the floor.
This wouldn't do. Sporting his best approximation of a grin, Gabe knelt down and picked up the hand puppet, placing it neatly into her waiting arms. The grinding ache in his joints didn't matter if he could put his sister in everything but blood at ease for just a second.
Immediately after though, Fritz peeked his head out of his cove and met his gaze, pointing a hook at him.
"It isn't a good look fer us t' 'ave our Cap'n lackin' courage, lad, I tell ye." The patchless optic narrowed. "We be needin' a real man t' 'elp us cross these darn waters." He said in that chastising tone of his, line repeated hundreds of times.
In spite of himself, Gabriel chuckled, his laugh echoing throughout the whole pizzeria.
"W-Whatever- ever you sa- say, Foxy..." To his dismay, his voice box glitched before he could get the remainder of the sentence out.
Ouch.
Grumbling mock curses and other obscenities, the pirate went back inside, drawing the curtains behind him.
Gabe would never admit it to the others, but he envied Fritz. He would trade suits with him in a heartbeat. The redhead was a free spirit in every sense of the word. Uncaring for his crumbling body, and no matter how much it hurt him, he ran. Finding joy in things like the sound of his own voice, he laughed. Away from prying eyes, unlike them, he lived. Every waking moment, Fritz embraced his unlife. With all of its faults, he took it and made it his own.
And although he wasn't exempt from bouts of rage, as none of them were, he used it to his advantage better than the rest of them.
How different would things have gone had Fritz been in Gabe's place? Had the Pirate Fox taken Fazbear's spot from under him?
That was a nice what if to mull over. It almost made Gabriel smile.
…
He'd told the others to rest, leaving him to be the only one conscious to oversee the pizzeria. Decision that may've been a mistake in hindsight, as the silence began to wear on him. Staring at the morning light coming through the front entrance was only so interesting when he did it by himself. Anything would've been better. Even having to perform seemed like a nice pastime at the moment, as opposed to watching the "redecoration" his tantrum had caused.
Because for as much as Gabriel despised singing those same song over and over again, at least he had his friends to share that hell with. Being alone with his thoughts on the other hand…
Telling himself that he was keeping a lookout (that as their band's leader it was his responsibility to do so) could only get him so far. His mind would soon wander back to their killer. And their failure.
…To slip through their fingers so easily…
No matter how many times his face was carved open, regardless of how many suits he was stuffed in, the man would come back. He always did. Maybe not the next day, or the day after, or hell, not even the next month, but he would return. Eventually, he'd make his way back into their home. To poke fun at them, perhaps, or maybe just because he was feeling sentimental. He simply couldn't let go of them and their pizzeria.
The smart choice, the most obvious one, was to leave and never look back. To abandon them here and rob them of their chance at revenge, but their killer wasn't so smart, it seemed. Evident by the fact that he would sometimes get caught on the second night despite making it all the way to the fifth on multiple occasions in the past. Like last night for example.
Or maybe that was him toying with them some more, leading them on, as if what he had done wasn't enough. The possibility of that being true made Gabriel's fur crawl.
He wouldn't lie. Knowing their murderer could somehow cheat death made things pretty bleak and hopeless to reminisce about…
Oh, who was he kidding? It was maddening! It made him want to reach inside his mouth and pull his head apart! Why?! Why them!? Why was it so wrong for them to have this one good thing? Who had they wronged to deserve such a fate? Wasn't it enough that they would never see their families again? Why did their reaper get to remain alive and enjoy life when they were stuck like this?! Why couldn't they get him to join this hellhole of an existence?
Gabe didn't know about the rest, he couldn't read their mind, but the only thing keeping him sane were the scream he got to hear whenever they put him in that chair.
But now that escaping the chair had proven possible, now that the man knew how to do it… Was it still a reliable method of killing him? The chair had been a quick and painful way to end it, because stuffing him would take too long, especially if they did so close to or past 6 AM. Moving during the day, while not impossible, was more than difficult unless they had a proper motivator.
Like this, they could go back at night to finish things off. It wasn't as messy as doing it with their own hands (the man always struggled), and they would not be in any hurry to kill him before the Daytime Cycle forced their bodies to comply with it.
Prop him on, set the straps, press the button, wait. Simple.
Jeremy and Susie wouldn't have left before making sure the straps were set properly, but if they had broken those two couldn't have done anything to repair them. At most they could lock and unlock them. Their padded fingers and stiff bodies didn't allow for much else.
Dammit!
Well, he'd have to discuss it with them when they woke up. Gabe could figure something out in the meantime.
…
And to think that their killer would've never made it out of the building had their fifth member opted to join in. Unlike the four of them, he wasn't subjected to the Cycle's control. The Yellow Bear, Golden Freddy as Susie called him, could move whenever and wherever he so chose. Something about his suit not being the same as theirs.
But no! Why would he lend them a hand when he possessed such a huge advantage? That was too much to ask of him.
In all their years together never once had Cassidy helped them with catching their killer, because apparently Gabriel was an idiot that was too gullible to lead them, or something. His words, not Gabe's. Well, he could be the leader any time he wanted to, really. He just had to ask. Gabriel would be more than happy to let Cassidy call the shots, see if anyone listened to him.
Bastard. Trying to act like he didn't crave for revenge like they did, thinking he was better when he was the most vengeful out of all of them.
Gabe snorted. As if.
Cassidy could go to hell. Him and his different names (because for some reason he "didn't remember his real name" when everyone else did and had taken up multiple others, like Andrew and Chris and Evan, to make up for that fact) and his refusal to help. Screw him. The four of them were enough, and when they finally figured out how to put their murderer down for good Cassidy could kiss their butts.
…
A mechanical whine pulled him out of his thoughts, followed by cushioned footsteps. Gabe's mood soared almost instantly. Out of one of the maintenance tunnels leading to the backrooms emerged what he could only describe as a sight for sore optics.
Humming a tune as he walked, the Yellow Rabbit made his way past the ball pit and stepped carefully around the scattered dining hall, bouncing slowly from one foot to the other. His shoulders swung, matching the rhythm of his melody even as he bent down to inspect a fallen pinball machine. Dismissing it, he returned to his patrol of the hall, ignoring Gabriel's transfixed gaze.
Where they could roam freely during the night, the Yellow Rabbit could only do so during the day. When it was their turn to move, he would go into Parts & Service and remain there, playing the role of an empty suit until dawn. It appeared like he just woken up.
Finally, he came into view, still not minding Gabriel's stare, and glanced up at the disco ball hanging near the spotlights. The right side of his suit was riddled with holes and rot that had chewed through the fur, turning it into a smudged, discolored yellow. His eyes weren't much better, having lost their baby blue shine to tiny, white dots. In comparison, Gabe and his friends were in pristine condition. To start, none of them were missing any ears, not even Fritz.
But even with all those small hiccups, to him, the bunny appeared as cool as ever. He'd been here with them since the beginning after all, since before they had become one with their suits. Like the guiding hand of a parent that never left, someone to watch over them and be there when everyone else had discarded them.
Gabriel could still recall those early days, when he had been made of flesh, where he would beg his folks to let him visit Freddy's. His first memories if he was being honest. Back when the characters would rarely come offstage, it was the Yellow Rabbit that would be there to make sure they all had a great time.
Really, in all of his memories the Rabbit played a big part. Whether Gabe had been drawing, rocking the arcades or just having fun, the Rabbit was there to make it even better. So of course he was excited to see his friend again. After the night he'd just had who could blame him?
Curious to see what he'd do, Gabe raised a brow as he observed his Bunny friend reach behind him, clutching onto something. With the click of a button the disco ball began spinning, reflecting shades of green, orange and purple in all directions. The Rabbit retreated further into the room and spun in place, signaling the start of a performance.
Taken aback, Gabe could do nothing but stand there and look while his friend paid him no heed, as if he wasn't there, and began dancing.
"I will sing you a song, and it won't be very long. `Bout a maiden sweet, and she never would do wrong." The Yellow Rabbit sung; his voice distorted by the garbled robotic filter of his suit. "Everyone said she was pretty; she was not long in the city. All alone, oh, what a pity! Poor. Little. Maid." He put his back palm on his forehead as he finished the lyric, the other hand grasping his chest where a human heart would've been.
Ah, so that's what this was. Well then Gabe couldn't really fault the Bunny. He too would probably sing after a night of doing absolutely nothing. If he'd actually enjoy it, that was. Most of the songs he was capable of- he hated. Having said that, the Rabbit's song choice was strange. This was the first time he'd heard this particular song from him. Well, what was that saying? Whatever floated his boat? Yeah, that sounded about right. And since the others were asleep Gabe was okay with being his audience.
With exaggerated movements, the Yellow Rabbit all but leapt from one spot the next, turning, twisting and swaying with each lyric while avoiding the debris on the carpet floor. No melody accompanied him in the endeavor, his only assistant being the beams of light washing off of the golden fur. To make matters worse, the groan of motors and pistons inside the suit combined to form a screeching cacophony of joints that showed their age. The one causing the wailing could not be bothered however.
It was like he took joy in causing that awful noise. Alright, Gabriel could understand wanting to unwind, but maybe dancing in a costume that was older than even his wasn't such a good idea. If this kept on, his bandmates could be awoken if they weren't already, and then all hell would break loose.
But just as he was about to activate his voice box to warn the Yellow Rabbit of that, he snapped his attention towards Gabe. Startled, the boy blinked, unable to keep his optics from moving. Daggers pierced his soul, sending chills up his endo frame when he made contact with the Bunny's own eyes.
"She was engaged as a picture for to pose."
He took one step closer to the stage, leaning off to the side.
"To appear each night," And another. "In abbreviated clothes."
And then a third, followed by his left arm dangling helplessly from his shoulder, like a marionette held up by its strings.
"All the dudes were in a flurry,"
Gabriel tried to avert his gaze from those piercing eyes, but something in them kept his head in place.
"For to catch her they did hurry."
He struggled against the force, but no matter how much he tried he just couldn't look away.
"Once who caught her now is sorry."
The golden fingers twitched.
"Poor... LITTLE. MAID…" The Rabbit growled, fully stopping right before the stage to look up at Gabriel.
…
A brief silence followed, during which Gabe wondered what he'd done to make his friend so mad, only to realize the answer was staring him right in the face.
Wrecking someone's place was a pretty good reason to be pissed off, wasn't it?
Sheepishly, he lowered his ears the same way Jeremy would and did the equivalent of biting his lip.
The Bunny held eye contact for a few more seconds before his chest shook. Not soon after he burst out laughing, cackling like a madman as he backed up.
…All… good, then? Maybe…? Hopefully?...
"Boy, that gave you quite the scare, didn't it, kiddo? You should've seen your face. It was hilarious!" He broke down laughing again, but recovered shortly. "You're gonna have to clean that up though." The Rabbit pointed a thumb behind him. "Without your friends' help."
Fair.
"But don't worry, Vanessa'll come over later today. She has some things she needs to take care of `round here. You remember her, right?"
Gabriel hummed happily. Police girl! She was nice.
"Good, good… If you ask nicely, she might lend you a hand." Well, he certainly wished so. They all liked having her around. The more friendly faces to interact with the better.
A tired sigh escaped the Yellow Rabbit.
"You know, you little ones have been getting kinda sloppy as of late. I mean, the guard makes it for weeks, you only get him right before his shift ends, you let him escape…" The Bunny tsked, shaking his head slowly.
He was right. Not their best month to be sure, but so long as their killer returned, which he always did for one reason or another, they could try again.
"You're lucky I was around the neighborhood." He said while pulling out a bloodied knife and handkerchief.
Wait, did that mean…? It did, didn't it? His friend had caught their murderer and had put him in one of the costumes! If not for the Daytime Cycle, Gabe would've jumped off the stage to pull the Rabbit into a hug. Oh, the others would be ecstatic to hear that!
…
"Argh, God… I really need to stop wearing glasses under this thing." Gabe heard him mutter after he'd finished polishing the blade. Something was clearly wrong. And… glasses?
It took him a moment to notice, but the Yellow Rabbit's whole body was slacked, and even his voice had lost its usual cheer. Was he so displeased with- of course he was! Why else would his friend be like this, he'd never been the type to act so despondent unless he was super mad at any of them.
"Ole' Scottie really did a number on those straps, but I guess they were bound to give at some point. Eh, I'll just have to make them lock on automatically." Yet before Gabe could begin to question what he meant, the Rabbit did something to scar the boy for his entire unlife.
Reaching for the suit's jaw in one tired motion, the Bunny ripped his own head off just to reveal a man hidden behind the mask.
Gabriel's whole world stopped.
Every circuit in his body froze as his vision was bombarded with nonstop error messages. His servos locked up and his optics flickered in and out before short-circuiting. For about half a minute all he saw was nothing but a black void, a quiet emptiness to despair in while his body rebooted.
He screamed. A roar so deep only he could perceive it, his shock going unheard by the rest of the world.
Gabriel regained his sight a little while after, but to his increasing horror the image in front of him did not change. The Yellow Rabbit's head was tucked beneath his arm, but the face that had replaced it was wrong. It was all wrong! Dull and impassive, with furrowed brows and a thousand-yard stare, the face of a man posing as someone not yet affected by age met Gabe's. He wore a pair of thin glasses that did little to conceal his apathy, and perhaps it was for that very reason that his eyes burned holes into Gabe's soul.
All the while the onslaught of questions rising within the boy was overshadowed by a single one.
Why?
"There you are. Thought I lost you for a moment." The man smiled, and something inside Gabriel flashed with recognition. Unperturbed, he hoped onto the stage. "I was never the religious type, y'know? Those things just didn't concern me when I was younger. They didn't seem all that interesting and I never gave them a second thought… Until you guys came along. And, man, let me tell you, that came as a bit of a shock. Suddenly my whole world was turned upside down and uh, well, I guess I started being a believer. Hehehe. Yeah…"
But Gabe didn't process any of that. Instead, the boy focused on getting his facial and verbal recognition to work, so he could identify the man that was wearing his friend.
\Searching_databanks…
! Match Found – Person Identified
\ Accessing_profile…
Designation: Owner: [William, Afton]: Interaction Priority A-1
So that's why the man seemed familiar. But even so, why was he stuffed in the Yellow Rabbit and still alive? None of them would ever use their own suits for stuffing, that's what the spares in the back were for! So how come his friend had allowed this? Was he okay? And why had the owner acted like he actually was the Rabbit. How had he stolen his friend's voice?
"But I mean, that was crazy! Even though you died, a part of you survived. How could I not be curious as to what that was about?" Gabriel's optics shot wide open. "Yeah, ha, that was my reaction too. So as you can imagine I stuck around. I built Freddy's with my own two hands anyway, I wasn't gonna let it come to ruin, but that was even more of a reason to make sure nothing happened to this place. Even when we shut down- that was a good thing in the long run. As long as the building was still up and I could, you know, observe..."
The boy's gaze darted around at his friends, then back to the owner. A shiver ran down his frame. When had he found out about them, from the very beginning? And he had seemingly kept quiet about them… Gabe could count on one hand the people who knew about them and were trustworthy enough to keep their secret… While the owner wasn't the one who'd killed them, why had he been stuffed inside the Yellow Rabbit?... Unless the Bunny had meant for that to happen. No way would he allow the man to wear him like that, even if he was the owner. But then what did that mean for the Rabbit? What if he wasn't himself anymore- the man could've taken over like they had done for their bodies so long ago.
"I just can't let you go, y'know? But I'm sure you're not interested in hearing about how much of a sentimental guy I am." He flashed that smile of his again, making Gabe's anxiety skyrocket. "And frankly, that's not why I'm here either." He said as he circled Gabe, pausing to look at the missing plank in the stage's floor. "How is it being you, I wonder. Living like this, like- as a machine? Seeing out of plastic eyes and enslaved to obey code of all things?" He trailed past Susie, dragging a finger across her cheek before making his way near Jeremy. "Do you even remember your own names, who you were before all this?" He strung the chords on the guitar.
Gabriel clenched his nonexistent teeth. They were fortunate to have remembered their names for so long, but that was all. Most of them couldn't even recall how their parents used to look, let alone remember their lives before this.
"Obviously you must remember something. Little children don't just turn into killing machines once they die… Unless they do and I don't know better." The owner shrugged. "Well, it is your area of expertise. So… do you?" He turned around, looking as if he was actually expecting an answer.
What did he want Gabe to say- no, we just want revenge so we can leave these wretched corpses and go to heaven?
The boy refused to give an answer.
"Ah, forget about it. I'm thinking out loud. I just can't help but wonder." Gabriel narrowed his optics at him. "I'd be ready to sell my left kidney if it meant getting a chance to ask any of you about your, um, experiences. Heh… I mean, I've seen you… communicate with each other but you're not too great at verbalizing stuff, so I'd just be getting a headache trying to decipher what you're saying. And I don't have as much time as I used to." The owner stopped before the boy once again, sizing him up. He made a long-drawn-out sigh, tapping his foot impatiently. "That's a shame. I would've loved to hear how it felt to wake up one day and realize you were trapped inside these things with no way out"
…What?
"When I… hid your bodies, I stuffed them in the animatronics `cause I needed a quick place to put them in where the cops wouldn't check. Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined you'd come back like this. I must've been blessed for that to happen. Ha! To think I'd hit the jackpot like that, I still can't believe it after all these years."
Had Gabriel still been made of flesh he would've been hyperventilating.
"But it's so disappointing that you've forgotten some of it." He turned to glare at the many drawings plastered on the opposite wall of the diner. "When I learned you didn't remember me, that was- that was really hurtful, you know? It worked out in the end, otherwise we wouldn't be standing here talking, but still. How could you forget how much fun we had together?"
The boy focused on the center drawing, the one depicting him and his friends holding hands with the Yellow Rabbit. If his memory served him right, which it often didn't, none of them had made that specific drawing. The Bunny had. Gabe faced the man yet again, studying the golden suit he was stuffed in more closely than he ever had.
Like a fog had been cleared from his mind, the boy saw clearly for the first time in decades.
There were no metal parts in between his joints. Just a uniform.
"Yup, drawing was never one of my talents, but you all seemed to love it whenever I'd hang up a couple. Who would've thought it would come in handy?" The owner grinned, his cheeks splitting more than a human's should've been able to.
And maybe it's the purple light that was shining down on him, or the way the corners of his lips arched upwards, or how his eyes glimmered as he kept smiling, but Gabriel didn't see the Rabbit nor the man. Everything blended together into one familiar, spiteful image ingrained deep within his psyche. A figure he could swear he's been remembering since the day he died, because really, how could he have mistaken it?
Years of repressed memories rushed back all at once, as if unleashed from a broken dam. Of times just like this when the Serpent had posed as the Dove to lie to him and his family, and Gabe was certain he knew exactly who was standing before him.
He didn't think of the countless innocents they had mistaken and killed in their quest for vengeance. He didn't think about waking up the others, because there was no time to explain (and they would still be under the Cycle's influence), and he didn't think about what he could've done differently. All he thought about was the here and now– the opportunity that had presented itself to him. Past his thirst for revenge or anger for the deceit they had suffered even in their unlife.
All Gabriel thought about was freeing his family.
Without warning, his empty hand shot up towards his murderer's throat, intent on crushing his worthless spine into powder.
…
"Ooh, feisty one, aren'chu? Hahahaha!"
Nothing. The monster before him didn't even flinch.
Gabriel tried harder. His servos burned as sparks flew out of them, his wires melted and his circuits fried, but his hand remained stuck, just inches away from the Serpent's throat.
! Warning – Action will result in: [major property damage]
/Locking_left_arm_joints
/Cancelling_animation…
/Reverting_to: [default pose]…
ERROR – Task failed.
/Attempting_reboot…
…Was written across his vision. Gabe cursed. A green spotlight burst as he struggled to regain control of his arm, falling harmlessly to the floor, but the Serpent just kept laughing.
"What's the matter, kiddo? Can't get the job done? Here, I'll help." He stepped forward, intentionally putting his neck within Gabriel's grasp. "…Well? What are you waiting for? Do it!"
And by God did Gabriel attempt to close his fist, but the blasted thing refused to obey him.
The Serpent for his part could not be happier.
"Oh, you poor, poor child. Don't tell me… You can't?" He laughed when he was met with no reply, leaning out of the boy's clutches and dragging after him a low growl full of malice. With fright, Gabriel realized that was all he could do in the face of his killer.
"Pity. A real pity… And it's a pity you won't recall this little encounter either…"
He would not what?!
No, wait– don't! Nonono, please don't–
"Welp, this has been fun, but I still have some security footage to wipe, so… if you'll excuse me," He raised the Golden Hare's mask above his head— ", I will catch you on the flipside." —and let it drop.
…
Gabe blinked.
What was the Rabbit doing in front of him and when had it gotten here?
Oblivious to his confusion, his friend hopped down from the stage, dancing away beneath the disco ball's lights, which for some reason was turned on.
"She never saw the streets of Cairo." The Bunny sung happily, to the boy's bemusement. "On the Midway she had never strayed; she never saw the kutchy, kutchy." He was halfway to the Prize Counter when he turned back to face Gabriel. "Poor. Little. Country. Maid…" He winked, and with that made himself unseen through one of the maintenance tunnels.
…Okay. Gabriel felt like he was missing something here. Well, whatever that was, he couldn't really fault the Bunny. He too would probably sing after a night of doing absolutely nothing. If he'd actually enjoy it, that was.
His train of thought was broken however by Cassidy's appearance, who stood by the kitchen's entrance and pursed his lips.
Neat, just who Gabe was dying to see. He rolled his optics and ignored the boy, even as he tilted his head in that scolding manner he always did. Yeah, no, why would he expect anything else out of that guy? As far as Gabriel was concerned, Cassidy could buzz off. He had more important things to do…
Like wondering why the heck were black tears falling freely from his optics.
Finally, it's out! I absolutely loooved the movie, so I just had to write something for it, and that's how this fic came into being. One thing I felt was missing throughout the whole film was more Springbonnie/William, and with how I've always been fascinated by the spirits' perception through the animatronics, I decided to write something that explored their relationship (Gabe's in particular) with their killer, who they don't know is their killer, as was introduced in the film (which I thought was a really cool concept).
Anyway, I hope you've enjoyed this little one-shot! If you liked it and want to read more FNaF-oriented content from me, I have another fic called "All the stories are true", which you can find on my profile ^_^. I wish you guys a good day and I will see you all next time👋! Peace!
