Hey all, here is the next chapter, even though this was actually the second half of the previous one, but I didn't want to bore you with a ton of writting.
This one was a lot of fun to write, so I hope you enjoy it. :-)
No song in this one I'm afraid, I don't want to repeat it for every chapter, unless I feel that it is warranted.
Apologies for any grammar mistakes that I've missed.
Jack Logan: Thanks for your review, I'm glad that you're loving the story, although I don't intend to ship Mike and Jeremy together, they're just meant to be best friends, but I don't know about the animatronics though ;-)
However, you said some interesting things, which I could potentially use later down the line.
Also, you can see them as either humans or animatronics, I personally don't care, I just wrote them as human to try something different.
Looking forward to the release of Ultimate Custom Night, the progress bar on Scott's website is now currently at 68%, and he said that the pending release date was August 8th, the four year anniversary of FNAF.
By the rate the progress bar is progressing, I think we'll be looking at Ultimate Custom Night being released before then, unless Scott has other things in mind.
I am also really looking forward to release of the Fourth Closet, the last of the FNAF books, I think Scott has done a good job with creating a reimaging of the FNAF story.
Chapter 32.
Secrets and Blueprints.
"The devil is in the detail."
Paulo Coelho
Bounce. . .bounce. . .bounce. . .bounce. . .bounce.
Vincent Afton wasn't someone who was easily annoyed, unless it was an important matter.
However, listening to Nightmare Foxy constantly throwing a ball against the airship's interior wall was starting to push his patience to its limits.
Bounce. . .bounce. . .bounce. . .bounce. . .bounce.
The same endless noise echoed whenever the ball impacted with the wall, only to bounce back into Nightmare Foxy's hand.
Bounce. . .bounce. . .bounce. . .bounce. . .bounce.
Vincent sighed, he turned around in the swirl chair towards the open door to the cockpit from which he could see Nightmare Foxy, sitting on the floor out in the hallway, lazily repeatedly throwing a ball against the wall.
"Do you have to keep doing that?" Vincent asked, narrowing his eyes, there was a clear sense of annoyance in his voice.
"I'm bored laddie, what else do you expect a sadistic, psychopathic, nightmarish lookalike to a children's entertainer to do," Nightmare Foxy replied rather plainly. His choice of words threw Vincent off momentarily, but he replied nonetheless.
"Well, can you stop throwing the ball around, it's quite annoying."
The ball impacted the wall and bounced right back into Nightmare Foxy's hand, his claw like fingers gripped it tightly as he turned to face Vincent. "Can you really blame me for being bored, it has been several hours since I've last seen action, all I've done since then is get my body repaired, and then go on a shopping spree for animatronics."
"Well," Vincent began, leaning back in his chair. "You sort of have a point, why not go and speak to the others?"
Nightmare Foxy chuckled, clearly humoured. "We are mostly doing our own thing for now, it's like we're in limbo waiting for zero hour." He threw the ball against the wall, it merely bounced back into his hand as expected.
"It's an experience which I really should be used to, given the first four years of my life, but still boredom kills."
He was still dressed in the same ragged, tattered pirate suit, which he had worn when Vincent first saw him way back in the late eighties. It was like he was attached to the thing, he would rarely part with it, save for the time when he wore a hoodie to mask his appearance in public when he was out with the others, and no sooner had they caught Goldie, he discarded it.
What puzzled Vincent then, and still did, was that the clothes of the poor subject lined up to be possessed, changed during the process. Just as the human body changed to match the characteristics of its new host, so did the clothes. It was a truly odd thing to witness, and he had never really been able to wrap his head around it.
He sighed internally, the Nightmare was right, this was rather boring, and the long wait felt like it was deliberately dragging itself out to annoy him. Vincent looked back at the files which were scattered across his desk, his green eyes flickering from one to the next, searching for something which he hoped might entertain the Foxy lookalike.
And then. . .he saw it, his eyes lit up with excitement.
"Hey, come here, you may find this interesting," he called, beckoning the Nightmare over. Nightmare Foxy accepted his invitation, getting up to see what the man had to offer, hell it was not like he had anything else better to do.
"What is it?" he asked, sounding very mundane, as he looked over Vincent's shoulder.
Vincent just rolled his eyes at the Nightmare's colourless tone, grabbing hold of the file he wanted and proceeding to open it up.
"Here, have a look and tell me what you think?"
Nightmare Foxy's brown reddish eyes rang with confusion, and remained that way, until they slowly transformed into an expression of recognition. "Rock Star Animatronics?" he muttered, reading the title out loud.
What he saw before him was a large blueprint sheet, which shown the inner and outer workings of four Fazbear animatronics. They looked an awful lot like the first four set he had seen earlier on in the day, but these animatronics were clearly not the same ones.
These guys had a cuddlier appeal with the rosy cheeks, plus the Foxy Rock Star animatronic had a wooden leg, and a pet parrot perched on his shoulder. Yet what stood out the most were the large five pointed stars engraved into their chests.
"What are the Rock Star Animatronics?" he voiced out loud.
He then looked at Vincent, who was giving him an amused expression, making Nightmare Foxy state the obvious.
"Let me guess, more of Fazbear Entertainment's expansion plans?" Vincent leaned back and nodded, putting his arms behind his neck before giving the Nightmare his answer. "Like I said, they had big plans, but those are just the blueprints, they never made the real things as 'certain incidents' forced them to postpone the expansion, and then shelve it altogether after 1987."
He sighed as he stretched his arms, feeling the need to loosen his joints.
Nightmare Foxy slowly placed the Rock Star Animatronics' blueprints down on the desk, turning to see if there was anything else of interest. "Are there any more blueprints, any more animatronics which never saw the light of day?" he asked curiously.
Vincent, without even looking, just reached out with his hand, grabbed hold of several blueprint sheets and passed them over to Nightmare Foxy.
The Nightmare took them, eager to examine their contents.
What he found were more animatronics, and these ones clearly had an animal theme, a frog called 'Happy Frog', a pig called 'Pig Patch', a hippo called 'Mr Hippo', an elephant called 'Orville Elephant' and lastly, a Freddy lookalike in a tie called 'Ned Bear'.
Each one had an inbuilt music database, mood reading software, and even some programming related to social interaction.
"What the hell?" he voiced out loud, looking surprised by the various animatronics. Vincent just smiled, and leaned further back in his chair, remarking with. "I know, I know, it seems strange, but animal animatronics were all the rage back then, kids would go nuts for them."
"They were aiming, if rumours were to be true to give them ice cream dispensers, and a helium tank for inflating balloons right at their fingertips."
"In fact, all the endoskeletons on board right now were made for these animatronics, and their numbers alone show how far Fazbear Entertainment wished to expand."
"Did you design these animatronics, you clearly knew how to use the SpringBonnie suit for the murders?" Nightmare Foxy asked, slowly turning to face the elusive 'Purple Man', whilst still holding the blueprints in his claws.
The Nightmare's question made Vincent rise back upright, it had pricked his memory.
"Actually," he began with a tone of amusement as well as delight.
"I didn't, they were all made by someone else, a guy, he was the company's head animatronic designer. . .now what was his name?"
He looked upwards at the ceiling, trying to recall a distant memory which had long been buried.
"I did meet him on several occasions."
Nightmare Foxy meanwhile turned back to look at the blueprints. "I do wonder what they would have looked like in the flesh, so to speak?" he muttered, more to himself then anything.
Then Vincent spoke again, although he too was speaking to himself.
"Henry. . .Henry something. . .last name, I can't recall."
"A guy called Henry made them?" Nightmare Foxy asked, although he didn't turn to look at Vincent, for his eyes had found the man's signature at the bottom corner of one of the blueprints.
It read as Henry, and there was a surname after it, but it was too faded to read.
Then Vincent leaned forward in his chair, his memory fully in gear. "Yes, it was Henry, he came up with the blueprints, although supposedly if rumours were to be believed around the time, his son gave him some ideas."
"His son gave him the ideas, well he clearly has a creative mind," Nightmare Foxy remarked, sounding impressed, as he gazed over the animatronic blueprints once more.
"He did have a creative mind," Vincent murmured softly, catching the Nightmare's attention. He now found the man with his back to him, staring out of the main cockpit window, listening to the surface of Lake Michigan toss and turn in the darkness.
"I killed him in 1987 in the Toys' Pizzeria," he muttered, his voice now being a soft whisper.
"Do you remember his name?" Nightmare Foxy enquired, his voice was a little louder, but it was also quiet.
For a while Vincent was completely silent, staring out into the surrounding darkness.
"Samuel or Sammy, I think that was his name."
"Do you know which Fazbear he is possessing currently?"
"Not exactly, although he is most certainly possessing one of the Toys." Nightmare Foxy stretched his neck from side to side, before asking in an amused tone with a hint of sadistic enjoyment.
"Was it fun killing him?"
"You clearly enjoyed the aftermath of his death, how it drove another nail into the coffin of Fazbear Entertainment, and of course the dismay it brought upon the Fazbears. . .didn't you?"
Vincent was silent again, continuing to stare out into the unknown, Nightmare Foxy asked again, this time his voice took on a more sneering tone which matched his brutal nature. "Was it not fun to watch the light fade away from his eyes, to see his blood run like a stream and to feel like the master over life and death?"
"Considering what you've l-
"Yes…"
Vincent turned back to face Nightmare Foxy, his facial expression being one of disapproval which confused the Nightmare. "It was fun, and I admit I gradually came to enjoy each killing, feeling a power which I had not felt before and it came to me with each stab of my knife, always more stronger than the last."
He slowly lifted up his right hand. . .it looked as though he was gripping a knife.
"I grew to love it, now I was the one who could decide who lived and who died."
And then he smiled, it wasn't a normal amused smile like he had often done before, but a psychotic one, full of madness, and a complete lack of any feeling other than sadistic joy and psychological torture. The Fazbears had seen this smile on several occasions, and it was enough to make their blood go cold.
"It was a quick, but messy procedure," he muttered, tightening his hand even further, which Nightmare Foxy smiled even more in enjoyment, he liked seeing Vincent go psychotic.
"They only realised what awaited them when I unveiled my knife." He slowly closed his eyes, and breathed in deeply, all signs of his psychotic side faded away in that moment. "I hid the bodies in a premade place where I knew no one would look, and then I walked out, having just completed my shift for the day."
"The Fazbears were still performing on stage to a crowd of people when I walked out, I remember a woman asking a member of staff, Laura I think, the woman was talking to her about her daughter, who had just gone missing."
"I think her daughter was one of the first to die, but I simply left the pizzeria, got into my car and drove away."
"Did you feel any different about it afterwards, years later maybe?" Nightmare Foxy asked curiously.
Vincent lowered his head, not speaking for a moment, Nightmare Foxy just stared at him waiting for a response. His predator like eyes were locked on the man, trying to understand why he had stopped talking. Maybe this was the first time Vincent had pondered on his killing of the children, had he ever looked back on it?
Given his long memory, the Nightmare would genuinely be surprised if he hadn't.
Then Vincent spoke.
"It feels a little strange looking back, in the moment it was an intense passionate act, I felt like I was getting my own back. . .which is what I set out to achieve in the first place."
"My first murder was in 1978, and that led to Fredbear's Family Diner shutting down, but that wasn't my intent then, it wasn't premeditated."
"More just a rash act amidst a moment of pure rage, I was lashing out at the world, because. . ."
His voice trailed off for a bit, before returning to the subject.
"I killed the other children because I deeply desired an outcome, and I felt I had no moral reason to hold back."
"But looking back at it now. . .it feels hollow, devoid of anything but a lingering sense of. . ."
He looked away, his facial expression being one of confliction. "I can't see it in any negative terms, to do so would undermine everything that I have worked for."
His hand, which he had held up now fell to be at his side. "There's no point in regretting the past, besides I am a dead man walking, so why waste time having second doubts." He then slumped further back into his chair.
"I know what I've done, society will hate me for it, but there's nothing left for me. . .other than bringing down the Fazbears." He then chuckled softly to himself. "I brought down Fazbear Entertainment single handed, yet the Fazbears are proving to be more difficult even with your help."
He tilted his head back into the chair. "Or perhaps, I am making it more difficult for myself, I think I did have this conversation back in 1987, when I brought you lot into the world, if I remember correctly."
Nightmare Foxy's attention however had turned back to the blueprints. "If I may ask, changing the subject, how did you acquire these blueprints, did you get them when the company fell apart?"
He gestured to the files which were laid out on the cockpit console.
"That's how you got everything else right. . .or did Henry give them to you?"
Vincent slowly turned to face the Nightmare yet again, holding an expression of confidence, a sudden change from his previous melancholy demeanour. "Actually no, when the company collapsed I took what I needed, and a few other things some years afterwards, but Henry didn't give them to me."
He then smiled with a look of all knowing.
Nightmare Foxy's eyes narrowed with immediate interest.
"Who gave them to you?" he asked curiously, although there was an element of seriousness in his tone.
Vincent just now looked confused by the Nightmare's questioning. "Wait, you weren't told, I thought you Nightmares shared everything with each other?"
Nightmare Foxy smiled briefly and softly tapped the side of his head with his hook hand. "Memory Vincent, there are still gaps in it, even after being awake for twenty four hours following a thirty year nap."
He was about to ask the question again when there was a heavy thud somewhere off down the aisle, catching the attention of both men. The source of the noise was Nightmare Bonnie, and judging by her appearance she had just landed after sliding all the way down the ladder leading up to the top deck.
Her face held a cold expression to it, and although her eyes were unreadable, her body stance was one of boredom, well that's how Vincent read it as she started to approach them. "N-Foxy," she called in a voice which was clearly flat.
Nearby endoskeletons backed away as she passed them, with her ragged blue skirt swaying freely.
"N-Chica would like to speak with you, she's up on the top deck."
Nightmare Foxy was completely puzzled by her request. "And why does she want to see me?" he asked, sounding curious, but serious at the same time as she finally reached him, looking somewhat stern. Nightmare Bonnie paused, her cold blue purple eyes flickered upwards, trying to remember.
Eventually, she gave him her answer.
"She would like to discuss the final preparations, she has a few concerns which she would like to address before we begin." Nightmare Foxy slowly nodded in agreement as Nightmare Bonnie turned her gaze towards Vincent, she smiled, the smile being genuine.
"Last minute suggestions really, nothing to fear Vincent, but when N-Chica worries it stays with her." She then noticed the blueprint sheets laid out on the cockpit desk, the images instantly caught her attention.
"See something you like?" Vincent asked humorously, following her gaze. "Blueprints for other animatronics?" she asked curiously, reaching over and picking one up. Her eyes lit up as she took in the detail, her face expressing complete astonishment.
"Truly fascinating," she muttered, as her eyes zeroed in on the detail. Then an idea entered Nightmare Foxy's head.
"Vincent, can we make use of these blueprints, I have an interesting idea?" he asked, catching the man's attention.
"I suppose so," Vincent replied plainly, appearing to accept the Nightmare's request. He then turned around in the chair and opened one of the files, pulling out another blueprint sheet. "Here, if you want to use them, you might as well have the star of the show," he said, enthusiastically, handing the sheet over to the Nightmare.
Once Nightmare Foxy got it, Nightmare Bonnie instantly took interest and leaned over to catch a glimpse.
"He looks a little strange with some design choices, but he'll do for us," Nightmare Foxy remarked, letting Nightmare Bonnie get a better view.
He smiled with a cunning look in his eyes.
"We can make him look scary."
Once Nightmare Bonnie was done looking, she handed it back to Vincent.
"Don't you want the others too?" he asked, gesturing to the other blueprints, but Nightmare Foxy waved him off.
"No, I can mentally inform the others before we go in, remember we can mentally communicate with each other, it's a lot easier than actually speaking."
Vincent raised his eyebrows, he had completely forgot about that, although to be fair he had rarely seen them use that power.
"Actually, I want to see what you have to offer?" Nightmare Bonnie asked eagerly, reaching out for the other blueprints which Vincent readily gave her.
"Give them back to me once you're done, I have made copies, but still I don't want to lose them," he ordered, to which Nightmare Bonnie nodded respectively.
"Also, I'll want to know if there are any serious changes to the plan," Vincent stated, leaning forward in the chair to make his point known.
Nightmare Bonnie bowed honourably before him, like a servant to an emperor.
"Of course Vincent dear, for this scheme to work everyone has to be on the same page."
Nightmare Foxy just nodded in confirmation, rolling his eyes in sarcasm at Nightmare Bonnie's outpouring of loyalty, and then turned to go. "This is going to be a lot of fun isn't it?" Nightmare Bonnie squealed in excitement.
"Yes," Vincent replied, sounding calm, but clearly happy with what was in store.
"This will be spectacular." To which Nightmare Bonnie's eyes gleamed with sadistic joy. "See you later then," she said joyfully, like a child impatiently waiting for Christmas, and then turned to go, following Nightmare Foxy.
As Nightmare Foxy headed towards the ladder to the top deck, he picked up the ball which he had previously discarded and threw it to a random endoskeleton who easily caught it. The endoskeleton immediately looked confused as to why Nightmare Foxy had thrown the ball away in the first place. "Keep it, it's yours," the Nightmare stated plainly, walking past him without a glance.
"Enjoy. . ."
He then grabbed hold of the ladder and started to climb with Nightmare Bonnie following close behind. Vincent meanwhile turned around and returned to reading the files now without any distractions, and the lone endoskeleton just stared at the ball, admiring both its colour and shape.
After reaching the top, Nightmare Foxy turned around and helped Nightmare Bonnie up. No sooner was that done, she grabbed the hatch handle and pulled it down, closing off the upper deck to the rest of the airship. The metallic clang of the hatch door being closed rang out before quickly subsiding. Vincent slumped back into his chair, with his hands now holding up a large blueprint sheet.
Details had been written everywhere, most were Henry's, but a fair few were that of his own making. Henry was very good at his job, but Vincent had spotted out a few areas for improvement. It was the same blueprint sheet for the animatronic which Nightmare Foxy thought he could make look scary, and if it was done right then he probably could.
"It's a pity that Henry didn't get to make you," Vincent whispered to himself, eyeing out the oddest feature of the animatronic in question.
"You would have been special. . ."
Oddly enough, this animatronic was the only one Henry had laid out to look human, while everything else was clearly a robotic animal. Yet what would catch anyone's attention was that the man only had one eye, his left, whereas his right was just a vacant black hole. He looked a lot like Toy Freddy, save for his black suit, red top hat, and the golden star which was meant to be engraved into his stomach.
Just above the outline for the animatronic was his name.
LEFTY
He was meant to be a symbol of Henry's love for his son Sammy, who was a massive fan of Freddy Fazbear, and shortly after the plans had been laid down Sammy was taken.
He had vanished without a trace, and in his grief Henry couldn't bring himself to build Lefty. By one means or another, which would obviously be illegal, Vincent had acquired Lefty's blueprints as well as the others, although the experience had left Henry in a disturbed state.
He would probably never recover from it, for all Vincent knew Henry could be dead by now, with his unmade creations, his only legacy being in the hands of his son's killer.
"These poor animatronics would have been thrown aside by Fazbear Entertainment when everything went under, all that mattered to them was the revenue which they could rake in," Vincent muttered, as he folded up Lefty's blueprint sheet, before putting it back inside its designated folder.
Having been a former employee of Fazbear's Entertainment, he knew how it operated, everything was mostly engineered to generate profit. When they could they made cutbacks to save on cost, and used any illegal loophole which existed. To be fair, all companies used loopholes, but in its later years, Fazbear Entertainment had become infamous in its use of loopholes and backhand schemes.
Although Vincent himself hadn't been placed in the company's financial department, or even held a seat on its board of directors, he knew from common sense alone what the company did. But most importantly of all, he knew how it was able to survive for so long, despite the 'tragic unexplained incidents' which had occurred at its establishments.
In many ways, people would say that Fredbear's Family Diner had made a good choice to sell its stagnated business to the newly emerging Fazbear Entertainment Company, and therefore avoided the terrible series of events which soon befell the latter.
Although it was not without its own tragedy, the 1978 murder of a young boy outside its doors had blackened its name and forced it to go under. The same incident which had sent Springtrap into a deep coma, because of the trauma he had received upon seeing a child being murdered, which he had only recently awakened from.
Now that he thought about it, Springtrap just so happened to wake up from his coma right when he was about to win.
It was too much of a coincidence for Vincent to simply put aside, maybe the ghost children had something to do with it?
Yes, it had to be them. . .
Speaking of which, how were the ghost children now?
Were they still vengeful, probably, although they couldn't hurt him in their ghost forms, and so far they couldn't travel beyond a short distance from their hosts. Hence why they needed the Fazbears, living instruments for their vengeance filled existence which haunted their every step.
It then occurred to him that Springtrap was the only Fazbear not to be possessed, he was the odd one out. Although you could view that as being a blessing, for he had not been forced to commit murder as the others had, his hands were clean.
Surprisingly yesterday, when he first encountered Springtrap on his airship, for the first time in many years, he appeared to have an intact memory, recognising him as the murderer, and could remember his time at Fredbear's Family Diner.
In fact it seems strange how Springtrap, who had been in a coma for the past thirty years and therefore had no value to the company was kept around while Fazbear Entertainment was throwing everything else under the bus to save its skin.
They had let go of staff, cancelled various future projects, and were even going to 'put down' the Toys following the immediate closure of their pizzeria, but for some unknown reason they kept Springtrap around.
Hell, they had even made a replacement SpringBonnie to do what the real SpringBonnie couldn't!
So literally, what was the point of keeping the original around, if all he was going to do was sit in a corner like a lifeless doll on life support?
And they literally carried him everywhere they went, first to the Originals' Pizzeria, then to the Toys' Pizzeria when it opened in 1987, and then all the way back to the Originals' Pizzeria in the exact same year.
Given the company's behaviour it didn't make sense, and the Fazbears themselves didn't even know that he was there until only recently. . . well, one of them did.
Goldie knew. . .
He knew all along, Vincent knew as well, but back then it didn't fully occur to him that Goldie was the main reason as to why Springtrap was being kept around.
That was true friendship and admittedly he admired Goldie for that.
However Springtrap certainly had an awful lot of catching up to do, no doubt his head would spin when he was told that Fredbear's Family Diner no longer existed, and everything else which had happened beyond its closure.
Having sold off its rights and business, Fredbear's Family Diner simply faded away into nothing, with the Diner's owner Freddy Fredbear himself retiring and not looking back. With a few notable exceptions, Fazbear Entertainment held a near complete monopoly on the child entertainment business for a complete decade. It had grand plans on expanding outwards with the likes of Fredbear and Friends, and Chica's Party World, the latter which was never built.
There had even been talk among some of the staff that the company floating the idea of creating a third pizzeria called 'Candy and Friends'. Supposedly it would feature two cat like animatronics called Candy and Cindy as their front line entertainers with a few other surprises.
One of those surprises was going to be an animatronic with a special outer plastic layer on which children would be able to draw.
Apparently, this special animatronic was going to be called Blank, because he or it would be created by the children as they coloured him in.
Ok, the name clearly needed some work, but the rest of it sounded very creative.
However for a long time he thought that this pizzeria was just a plain rumour spread about by the staff, until he uncovered the blueprints for them a few years later. Again, they were the work of Henry, the animatronic designer mastermind of Fazbear Entertainment, and Vincent had kept them safe from any harm.
In fact, he treasured them like an old family relic, probably because he liked holding onto the past and imagining what could have been. If the Nightmares showed any further interest in the various blueprints he had on board, then he would show them to satisfy their curiosity. Henry did have some strange ideas, the majority of which weren't implemented, but some of his designs did make their appearance in the Toy Pizzeria.
Vincent still didn't understand how that Egg Baby thing was meant to entertain children, no one did frankly.
Unlike the lemonade and fruity punch clown drink dispensers which made sense, that Egg Baby thing just sat there, looking like someone undergoing a freakish act of nature.
Back then Fazbear Entertainment had all it needed to expand outwards and become big, but it never happened, the wind had been taken out of its sails. All they ever got out of their schemes was Fredbear and Friends, which was short lived, a ton of endoskeletons for suits which were never made, save only for four, and a whole load of prop suits.
Oh yes. . .the prop suits.
They were meant to be the prototypes for what would have become Henry's animatronics, but of course those were never made.
They were simply stationary robots with little characteristics, other than looking humanoid. Some acted like ballerinas, spinning about on the spot and entertaining children through dance, others just simply preformed mine.
An interesting feature about them was that their body could open up due to it being made out of moving plastic plates, which made repair and maintaince a lot easier for the engineers.
Fazbear Entertainment was hoping to see how people reacted to the prop suits, and then use the feedback to improve the characteristics of the future animatronics that they were aiming to send out. Unfortunately, they only ever completed stage one, the Missing Children's' Incidents, and the two bite attacks brought the whole project to a grinding halt, as the company readjusted its priorities following the public backlash.
Just like the endoskeletons they had bought, the company didn't know what to do with the prop suits, so they just stored them away in one of the back rooms of the Originals' Pizzeria, and just left them there.
In the end, those suits were used. . .just not the way they were supposed to be used.
If asked, most people would remember Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, and not Fredbear's Family Diner which had preceded it. After it's buyout in 1980, no one heard anything more about Fredbear's Family Diner. . .until recently that is.
By pure fortune on his part, while Vincent had been uncovering further information on Fazbear Entertainment, he had come across a suggested business deal from Freddy Fredbear which Fazbear Entertainment had rejected.
To Vincent, its contents were pure gold, having been tucked away within one of many folders of the now deceased company for countless years.
It had taken him a considerable amount of effort to find it again, but now he had it, his ace card, and the Fazbears wouldn't be able to resist its call. He knew them well, maybe even more than they knew themselves, although after watching them through observation both near and afar he had learnt a lot. Becoming a friend of theirs had immensely helped him in finding out more, all valuable for his schemes.
They were so innocent and naive back then, but Vincent knew from personal experience that the world doesn't do kindly to those who are innocent, so in return, he would kindly remind everyone of that fact.
Leaning forward he brought the computer screen down to face him, and entered his vast collection of digital folders. There were many, but the collection was roughly split between information regarding the Fazbears and Fazbear Entertainment with their various future projects.
After going through several layers of folders upon folders, he found the digital copy of the business deal offered by Freddy Fredbear, and copied it over to his currently docked memory pen, ready for use. Sighing as he felt a wave of tiredness wash over him, Vincent slumped back into the chair, letting his whole body relax. It was already dark outside and close to midnight, he needed to sleep for tomorrow would be a very busy day.
Although he would go and run through the plan with the Nightmares again, before heading to bed.
And there was just one more thing which he needed to check on.
He spun round in the chair to face the open doorway behind him, beyond it the endoskeletons were busy doing their various chores, fixing and improving anything which caught their attention.
Others were just standing idle until they received some form of command from their brethren.
Upon spotting two, Vincent called them over and they responded like eager slaves.
He turned back to face the cockpit desk and opened up another drawer, taking something out of it, before turning round once more to face the pair.
"Have the discs been integrated with their intended projectors?" he asked. Both endoskeletons were silent for a minute, properly sending the question out electronically to the others.
Finally, one did respond.
"Yes, the four endoskeletons have been adapted for your request, the discs have been inbuilt into their power modules and they are ready to begin when ordered."
To which Vincent replied with.
"Be sure to survey both the disc's ability to maintain its illusion, and the strength of the signal, it sounds like this."
The disc which he held up was very small to the naked eye, looking like a half dollar coin, a micro disc. Vincent pressed a tiny button inbuilt into its side, turning it on.
A small blinking red dot appeared in its centre, and soon a new sound made its way into the cockpit. It was barely audible to the human ear, being at best a high-pitched whining noise which flickered just above the ear's sound radar, basically invisible to the average listener.
Yet it had an effect as Vincent could already feel it taking hold, a feeling of nausea crept over him, his sense of concentration was beginning to falter. It was like his mind was clogging up with misinformation and mental blocks, shutting down his ability to think straight or decipher reality.
He quickly turned it off, the red blinking light instantly died, as did the disc's effects. To the endoskeletons however they were immune to it, which made them very useful carriers. "Send that sound out to the others, understood?" Vincent asked clearly, putting his hand to his head to steady himself, as the nausea quickly subsided.
"These discs are merely prototypes at this stage, so I want to know where the faults are, if any do emerge, got it?"
"Message received sir," the second one replied plainly, nodding in confirmation as did the first.
Vincent then gestured at them to leave and return to whatever it was that they were doing previously, leaving him alone as they closed the cockpit door behind them. Now that everything had been settled and he was completely isolated from everyone else, Vincent slowly reached into his trouser pocket and pulled out an object. It was the same one which he had pulled out earlier at the abandoned factory, soft and fluffy.
Looking down at the object as he cradled it in his hands, his mind began to wander away from the chaos of the present, an embracing feeling of nostalgia filled him.
"Why not complete the collection. . .for good luck," he muttered, reaching over and pulling another drawer open. There were two objects inside which he took out, they were almost the same as the first one, soft and fluffy, but each in a different colour and design.
He regarded the three of them as a good luck token, and a reminder to what he once had. Maybe the parents of the children he had killed, and the families of the dead nightguards had something to remind them of their loved ones. All of whom had vanished without trace, other than gravestones and empty coffins of course.
Even Henry probably had something to remind himself of Sammy, whose love he poured into his creations, which now belonged to Vincent. However, he would respect Henry's work, although he did have several ideas in mind for his animatronics, especially for Lefty.
He had even attempted to make some of them in the past, which had produced mixed results.
Supposedly, if the Fazbears were to be taken out of the world, something which he had longed to achieve, then their legacy would be mixed. A joyful entertaining start which was immediately soured by a series of blood chilling tragedies. Although to be fair, Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria was not the only place where children had vanished completely without any explanation. Fazbear's Pizzeria, the Toys' Pizzeria, and Fredbear's Family Diner were just three of hundreds of places where children had gone missing over the decades.
Greenfield in Indiana, Hurricane, and New Harmony in Utah were just names on a very long list, which had been burned into the collective memory of American society. Most were easy to solve with some effort, but there were others which left little to no clue behind, was it because of a governmental conspiracy, or through supernatural means?
If what the Nightmares had told him about their own encounters were true. . .then there were truly stranger things in this world beyond vengeful ghost children.
The machine he had used to bring the Nightmares into this world had required several curical elements to function properly, and he only had enough of those parts to repeat the process one more time. He had used the last three in bringing the four Nightmares, then Nightmare Fredbear and finally transporting those empty animatronic suits to Limbo.
He had enough material on board to rebuild the machine, but those key elements were in very short supply, and they properly didn't even exist anymore.
Besides the original machine which the current model was based on had a particular function to it, the best way to describe it was like a massive ink printer.
The current machine was hard to build, his first try on setting it all up took him a whole week, although it had gotten easier with each try. Tearing it down was easier, no trace of its construction could be left behind.
However, he could only repeat the process again, and then that was it.
So the Nightmares better be careful with themselves, because if three of them were to die, he would not waste his last try on just bringing three Nightmares back from the dead.
Only through the machine, could the Nightmares successfully access the physical plane, and possess a body.
When the machine was first used for such a process, it was a smashing success, with the exception of Nightmare Freddy's Freddy Heads being turned into snake like creatures somehow.
But those bodies which the Nightmares now inhabited, were not the first bodies they had attempted to possess.
That attempt had almost succeeded, but it failed due to mishaps and some unexpected outside intervention.
Hence why they needed the machine, why they needed Vincent's help, and he in return needed theirs.
He couldn't continue being a lone wolf forever, as it was getting harder to inflict damage on both the Fazbears and Fazbear Entertainment without falling under suspicion.
Vincent smiled as he gently stroked one of the three objects, its soft surface lightly tickling his fingers. It was with moments like these in which he could break away from the chaos of the present before it sucked him back in again.
Supposedly, if he were to die, then just like Henry and the Fazbears, he would have his own legacy. But unlike theirs, his would not be tainted with sorrow and death. His legacy was meant to be kept far away from the soul crushing destruction, which surrounded everyone involved at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria.
His legacy was hidden, shrouded beyond any preying eyes and no one would know, but that wouldn't matter to him. What did matter was that they would endure, a lasting reminder of what he treasured most of all. No one would find them, locked away, concealed deep below ground, a sleeping secret devoid of the restless anger which had long festered away inside of him.
Secrets don't keep. . .but his would.
I hoped you enjoyed this chapter, I've got a good idea on what to focus on in the next one, I'll just say it involves some gameplay from one of FNAF's many fan games. ;-)
Again, due to other non-Fanfic stuff taking priority, it'll be sometime before the next chapter is released.
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