The Junior Deputy (Aaron Skyler) - POV
The smell of burning flesh is strong as I stand on the riverbank. I have just taken out the last cultist gun boat. It took some time for me to track them down, but I made it here by 2 am, and the fact that its night made it a good ambush. But still they didn't make it easy for me, but after taking out the gunners the rest were easy to clean up. The last boat is still ablaze from the Molotov I threw at it, the flames are eating away at the exterior as the whole boat is charred. In the water there are the bodies of the other cultists that I shot off the boats, the water has been made sickening red due to that.
Suddenly my radio crackles to life as I hear Tracey's panicked voice on the other end. "Rook, the outpost you took is under attack! All I could get from them is that it is something to do with the animatronics. Edan's Gate is there, and they are trying to take back the outpost." Springing into action I quickly hopped on the Atv I left parked near the river. Stepping on the gas I waste no time as I drive to the main road. Reaching to the button on my radio, I talk to Tracey as I continue navigating the road.
"What should I expect when I get there? Knowing the Peggies there are probably going to be throwing waves at the place."
"So far at least a few dozen of them. The people we had watching from the roof managed to shoot down all the helicopters they sent, so all they have is ground forces." That's good I don't have a rpg right now, and by the time it would take to get one the outpost could be lost. But still with that many cultists I'll need backup, and unlike them I'll have air support. I switch the frequency on my radio to Nicks.
"Nick, there's cultists attacking an outpost, I'll be needing your air support."
"No problem Dep, let's send those peggies running!" Thanking Nick I tell him the location of the Pizzeria and sure enough within a few minutes his plane flies overhead of me. After 30 minutes I arrive at the Pizzeria, pulling into the parking lot I see dead cultists and resistance members scattered around the area. Looking around I find no trace of anyone outside, but soon I hear the muffled sound of a gun coming from within the Pizzeria. Shit they have already breached the outside, I need to hurry, if there is still resistance in there they don't have long. Rushing in I slam open the door, and my eyes widen at the sight before me.
The room is in ruin, blood is everywhere and there must be at least 23 corpses. A lot of them have gun shot wounds but others….christ they look like they have been torn apart. As I step to one of the cultists' bodies I kneel down and turn them over. The right side of his face is a bloody mess from a huge gash above the man's right eye. His face is frozen in a look of horror and looking down at his hand I see the body has a death grip on the pistol. But that is nothing compared to the wounds on his torso. His guts are spewing from his stomach, someone tore them out, and whoever did it took their time.
There's no resistance members in the main room and judging from what I have seen so far it doesn't look like there are going to be any survivors. But there was still that gun shot, wherever it came from it still means there is at least one person still alive here. Readying my assault rifle I make my way down the hallway leading to the room with the animatronics. Just as I am about five feet from the door a peggie is thrown against the wall outside the hidden room. He is covered with blood with a look of pure terror on his face, as I am about to approach him a something comes charging out of the room knocking me to the floor. It moved so fast I couldn't even make out much other than it is an animatronic.
Crawling away I stand back up on my feet as my eyes widen. In front of me is the animatronic that has the body inside of it. What the hell, I heard the animatronics used to walk around during the day when this place was opened but the way it moves shows too much intelligence. There's something more to this, and even if there wasn't it shouldn't be acting this way. It would make no sense to program an animatronic built to entertain children to be this violent. The animatronic grabs the peggie by the throat and lifts him off the floor and pinning him to the wall. I aim my gun at it but I am in too much shock to do anything.
The peggie with his pistol still in hand tries to aim it at the animatronic, but it grabs his hand and the bullet misses and goes into the ceiling. The animatronic moves its hand and the cultist screams as the thing breaks his right hand. The animatronic laughs as the pistol hits the floor. I am shocked as the animatronic starts talking.
"How I've missed this, I have been stuck in that room for quite some time. You're not my preferred target, but still I'll take what I can get." His voice is deep with a hint of a British accent, and the lack of humanity in it haunts me. With a sinking snap the cultist neck is broken and his body is dropped to the floor. The animatronic turns to me, and I feel a chill run down my spine as I walk backwards emptying my clip into this monster. Pieces of the casing hit the floor as well as bits of bone and flesh, but he keeps coming! He jumps at me while emitting an inhuman screech. I feel pain sour through my body as he slams me into the wall.
"This place hasn't seen this sort of activity in years. I don't know what's going on out there and neither do I care. I have been gone for far too long." I touch my hand against my face, pulling it away I see that it's covered in blood. This thing isn't an AI, the way it's talking….. With a look that can kill it gets closer. My gun was knocked from my hand when I was slammed into the wall, but I still have my side arm and a few molotovs left. Scanning the ground I spot my gun behind the animatronic. My wallet also fell out of my pocket when he slammed me against the wall, it's laying next to me. Opening it I look at the picture of me when I was five years old standing beside my mom. It was taken on the day of my birthday and I had just opened my presents, pinned on me was a toy badge. That was around the time I first started to want to be a deputy. I remember the day I officially became a deputy. Mom was so proud of me, she gave me a big hug as tears fell down her face. It's memories like this that remind me what I am fighting for. Putting the wallet on the ground my fist tightens with a new found strength. I have survived the Peggies, this thing is not going to be the death of me!
Grabbing one of the molotov's I light it and throw it at him and cover my arm to protect my eyes as the bottle hits. The nightmarish scream of the animatronic fills the Pizzeria as it clutches its burning arm. The fire spreads up his body and he glares at me before rushing into the main room and out of view. Picking up my gun I get myself off the floor. Suddenly I hear heavy footsteps, it must be one of the animatronics! Raising my gun I aim it down the hallway as Chica enters from the main room. Instinctively my finger goes to the trigger as Chica rushes forward, yet I can't get myself to open fire. Despite witnessing what the other animatoric did, for some reason as I look at Chica I feel a deep sense of sadness and empathy.
Chica's cupcake leaps from the plate in her hands and latches onto my arm. My arm feels like it's on fire, as I try to pry the cupcake off. Slamming it against the wall intensifies the pain, but I keep doing it until it finally stops biting down on my arm. Falling to the floor the cupcake is dented showing some of its wiring inside, it leaps back to the plate with the same speed as before. While I was distracted Chica was able to make it to me, before she attacks she freezes as her eyes go to my wallet on the ground. She stares at the photo, and studies my mom's face. Tilting her head despite the fact that she is an animatronic her face shows sadness. Chica turns her head to look at me and the photo of Aunt Susie flashes through my find. My voice breaks, as I am barely able to get my words out.
"Susie?"