Planet: Earth
Location: The Ruins of Utah
Year: 2023
In the dark cold night, a lone building stands in the ruins of what was once Hurricane, Utah. Calling it a building is rather generous though, as it was in fact a bundle of ruins not dissimilar to the others across the city. Nobody could have known that it was once a single and thriving building unless they were told so. It had been abandoned for over 30 years now, and was currently being used as a shelter by a couple of survivors, much to one of the survivor's chagrin.
"We shouldn't be here man... Lets just hide somewhere else... please." begged a young man in a jacket and an old English hat.
"What difference does it make if we hide here or some where else John, every building is almost the same." said the man his age warming his hands over the campfire without looking at him.
"Yeah, which is exactly why we should go somewhere else! Nobody ever comes to this place, not since the 80's! Don't you think that there's a reason for it?!"
"People don't come here because they think it's haunted." said the man finally acknowledging and looking at John "Don't tell me you believe them too."
"I think there's some truth to it atleast. If something was left abandoned then there was most likely a reason!" said John trying to hide his fear. He wasn't sure about all the legends surrounding the area, but he was certain that it was cursed. Nothing good has ever happens on this land, and not many return from it alive. Unfortunately for John though, his friend didn't believe in any of those myths and stories.
"Well, it's either this or the Exterminators. Tell me honestly, what do you fear more?"
That silenced John. The Exterminators. Yeah, maybe it's better they stay hidden in here. Even if it is haunted, they could probably figure out a way to survive the night, but there was no way they could survive an hour outside.
What a crazy decade this was, the 2020's. Just 3 years in and everything's already gone downhill. It all started with that awful virus back in 2020, and was then succeeded by the murder hornets, earthquakes, the Russia-Ukraine and Israel-Palestine wars, and so much more. Everyone thought that things couldn't get any worse, but oh how wrong they were.
Last week, NASA reported a disturbance in the universe, something beyond our time. It was all over the news, people were excited... Until they weren't. It was a war. A war that found its way to Earth with a single sudden blip of energy detected in the sky. Then the alien mother ship arrived and thousands of alien tanks descended from the sky and shot down entire cities with a simple blast, all in search for what they called 'The Runaway'. London was the first to fall, with the rest of Britain and America going down not long after. Then the invaders attacked Egypt, Morocco, and France. According to Carl, the man by the campfire, who used to work in the government before it was dismantled, told him that they weren't attacking randomly, but were rather in search of 'The Runaway'. It had been detected somewhere in Europe yesterday, and the Exterminators had returned to America and wreaked further havoc in their search.
Anyways, back in the present a groaning sound was heard from behind the two survivors. They turned their attention to the man that had just woken up. He was a roughly built man probably in his 30's. His hair was burnt, his beard was sharp and he wore a damaged black robe over his military-esque outfit, most likely stolen from the destroyed facility near-by.
"Ughh... Where... Where am I?" the man asked still holding his head as he walked towards the group.
"Your in the ruins of Fazbear's Fright's, Hurricane, U.S.A. Are you okay?" Carl asked.
"Yeah.. Yeah I am. Who are you lot though?"
"I'm Carl and my friend here is John. We discovered you by the remains of a burning plane two streets down. Your clothes were burnt but you yourself were absolutely fine. We were going to look for shelter so we decided to bring you here to safety with us."
"I see..." The man pondered thoughtfully for a while before speaking again "I commend you for your brave act my friends, and extend my thanks. It appears that I am in your debt. However, I must be off now."
"You can't leave now! The Exterminators are here, they'll find us if they see anyone on the street before dawn."
The man hesitated, obviously not wanting to face death in the eye. "I suppose... I could stay with you folks for the night." he said as he sat down, lost in his thoughts.
"You don't look like you're from around these parts sir." John asked, noting that he did not look like the traditional American.
"Yes... I am not." the man said, reminiscing what had transpired. "I was... In Egypt, probably 2 days ago, right before it's fall. I was on my private flight to Great Britain by the time it happened."
"Why'd you want to go to the country that was destroyed just the week before" Carl asked as he raised a brow.
"Because it was already destroyed, I knew it wouldnt be attacked again and would most likely be safer than any other country." the man said with full confidence, despite the fact that his plan had failed.
"Ha! I guess that didn't work at all."
"No, it did not. So, fearing the worst, I decided to come to America instead, I was looking for a safe place to land when I was unfortunately shot down by one of those flying devils. I presume the ruins of the plane you found me by was mine."
"I find it hard to believe you survived such an attack without any injuries. How are you feeling, and what might your name be?" Carl asked, wondering how exactly he got away unscathed.
"I assure you, I have sustained many losses in that attack... Some more apparent than others..." the man said while feeling his face and taking in himself and his surroundings "Anyhow, I was fully equipped in case something like this were to happen and it seems my preparation was sufficient enough for my survival. As for my name... You may call me Al-Harib. Now, what exactly is this place?"
"The Ruins of Hurricane. All that's left of it. There's still a little bit of the city left, but we decided that it's best to stick to the ruins because it's the last place they'll look. Especially this place."
"And what's so special about this place? Despite the unnerving atmosphere and... Peculiar vibes... It seems to be some abandoned pizza attraction.. Truth be told its hardly hygenic or inviting. I'd never come here If I had the choice."
"See! I knew it wasn't just me who was feeling weird about this place!" John interjected.
"Now's not the time John." Carl replied before turning his attention back to Al-Harib, "That's actually it's purpose sir. This was a famous Pizzeria with animatronics once upon a time in the 80's, but then some children went missing and now people think it's cursed and haunted. Regardless, because nobody comes here we'll be safe from any threat following the people outside."
"Not if the Springtrap arrives..." John said as he shivered in fear.
"I beg your pardon?" Al-Harib asked with interest.
"Never mind that," Carl spoke "it's just a local myth. People say that this land is haunted by one of the animatronics from the Pizzeria, it smells like flesh and death and hides in the shadows, trapped within the walls and awakening after 12AM. I personally don't believe it. Aliens are one thing but haunted animatronics? Thats just stupid."
"Hmmm... Yes. It is rather foolish to think about. Though I suppose we could pay it some attention. Perhaps it is someone that may harm us to hide here on his own." the foreign man suggested.
The others nodded in agreement and grabbed their guns, which Al-Harib noted had been stocked in the back of the room. Guess this truly was America.
Deep within the walls, unaware of the commotion and dwelling in its domain, a creature lay dormant. It was a metal humanoid rabbit by design, or rather a humanoid rabbit animatronic. It was completely rusted and decayed, it's parts were missing and features were barely visible. The golden fur it had been plated with was now a disgusting moldy green, and was splattered with dried blood from God knows how long ago. Within the metal mesh laid human flesh, rotted away from some parts, yet part of the machine from others. It's eyes glowed a dim haunting silver, further illuminating in anticipation.
It had been waiting for so long, and the wait was almost over. While one may consider it as just a broken machine with disgusting features, deep inside was something that was actually quite conscious, waiting to reactivate, and to roam once again. And roam it would, it would roam tonight! It was certain! today it heard the gates break open, and it was certain thay it was a sign that perhaps today would finally be his escape from this acursed establishment.
-12 AM-
Within the second, the machine burst to life and it's systems reactivated. The creature took a great gasp as it sprang into movement and the mouth of the skull inside it breathed. 'At last!' It thought as it got up from its indignified position and approached the door, which was sealed and several layers thick. Yet, after so many years of hitting it with its fist, other metal objects, and the damage caused by the explosions outside, it could finally break through with just a little more force.
Thud!
Thud!
CRACK!
Thud!
Thud!
CRACK!
Thud!
Thud!
SHATTER!
Everyone awoke from their slumber and took hold of their weapons.
"Did you hear that!?" John asked, gripping his gun tightly.
"Yes boy, we obviously did otherwise we wouldn't be on such high alert." Al-Harib retorted, with a gun in one hand and his other hand in his robe.
"You guys have to believe me now! It's the Fazbear Abomination! The Springtrap!"
Heavy metal steps began to echo through the halls, each step growing louder than the last as whatever made the noise approached closer to the group.
"Oh quit it with your crazy superstitions already! Just aim and be prepared to fire!" Carl shouted.
As they loaded their gun, a gigantic inhuman shadow began to form on the walls of the hallway. It moved closer and closer until it stopped at the edge of the hall and looked around it's surroundings, pondering its step into the light. The nerves of the others tensed as they awaited it's move. However, the figure turned back and disappeared into the halls.
"Did... Did it just leave?" John asked after a few moments of silence, bewildered.
"Y...Yeah... I think so..." Carl asked, also in confusion over what just happened "Whoever that was, he's gone now."
However, Al-Harib wasn't so sure. He could sense it, things were going to end up horribly. He could just... tell, that the future didn't look bright no matter how he looked at it. As he analysed the surroundings in silence, wondering what was about to go wrong, a metal arm grabbed John from his foot and dragged him to the floor as he screamed and dropped his gun. The creature stepped out of the vent by John and revealed its ugly face with eye sockets that contained artificial eyes which looked way too real. Within the suit one could also see (and smell) human flesh and the nerves visible from its holes.
BANG! BANG!
The creature recoiled and crashed into the wall by the force of the bullets Carl and Al-Harib shot it with.
"N-No way! It's actually real!" Carl cried in disbelief, unable to belive the sight in front of his eyes.
The Springtrap screeched at them in a most unnatural manner and rushed with impossible speed into Carl, knocking him down to the floor. It then swiftly turned to grab Al-Harib but the man dodged out of his way and shot it two more times. This time the recoil was of less magnitude as the demon had held it's ground and kept itself from being pushed back. John quickly tried to grab his gun but the Springtrap stepped on and crushed his legs, rendering him unconscious because of his pain. Al Harib prepared to shoot it again but the creature attacked the bulb in the room and broke it.
With the destruction of the bulb, darkness prevailed in the room and the creature got away from where the bullet was shot in the dark. The two rushed to John and Carl took out his flashlight to keep an eye on the creature while Al-Harib tended the unconscious man's wounds.
"I'm sorry Carl, but he won't ever be able to use his leg again. It's been completely minced!" Al-Harib said as he took in the damage and then looked back towards Carl, "We don't have the proper tools to fight it, we have to get out of here!"
"We can hide in the security office! Pick him up, I'll show the way." Carl replied as he switched on the dim flashlight and they fled with the unconscious John on their shoulders.
The creature followed them at a steady pace, taking in the thrill of the hunt as they ran. It knew that fhere was no place where they could go to escape from the Springtrap, whose existence means that death and agony are not far behind.
The group ran into the security office and laid John on the guard's chair. They looked around the office for something that could be of use. There was a camera monitor, ventilation panel and audio panel. There was also a first aid kit, gasoline, and tons of faulty loose wires. 'This place is a disaster just waiting to happen!' Al-Harib thought as he began to wonder how the place hadn't burned down yet.
He grabbed the first aid kit and began to apply the relevant medicine to John's wounds. Carl took hold of the camera system and began to search for the Springtrap on the camera footage before it could find them.
"I can't believe it actually exists! It really does! As if those metal alien tanks weren't enough, now there's this thing! And did you see inside it! There was a dead body in it dude! An actual dead body!"
"Yes, I must admit this is quite concerning! The Daleks successfully invading this Earth is a big enough problem but that thing was something else entirely! What even was that thing? It seemed like human technology (or an abhorrent attempt at creating Cybermen) but it's just completely wrong!" Al-Harib spoke at such a high speed that Carl could hardly make out what he said. Wait, Daleks?
"What the hell are Daleks!?" Carl asked, concerned that there's another monster for them to worry about.
"They're what you Americans call 'Exterminators'. They frequently say that phrase but they're actually called Daleks." Al-Harib responded, remembering his many close encounters with the creatures.
"Alright... Do you have any idea on how we're supposed to survive this creature!?"
"Well, we can either run out and be killed by the Daleks or we can try and negotiate with the creature."
"Negotiate? Are you serious right now!?"
"I am. Maybe we can hold out long enough to survive the creature, but that's quite risky because he could catch us by surprise like it did before. On the other hand, if we can offer it something it wants perhaps it will let us go and we could all survive."
"And you think it will be willing to talk, much less negotiate?"
"If one wants something, he'll do anything to get it. And I have a feeling this thing wants to escape."
"Oka-" Carl almost replied before a wire from the camera system sparked with another wire and caused a mini explosion to erupt in his face, knocking him backwards and to the floor unconscious. Al-Harib quickly rushed over to him while the security alarms began blaring, indicating a lack of oxygen in the building ventilation. He checked Carl's pulse and then quickly rushed to fix the immediate threat. The technology was too outdated and the wires were arranged in an unnecessarily complex manner. It took him a minute or two, but he managed to fix the ventilation. He took a sigh of relief and slowly lifted his head upto the security window and found the Springtrap staring at him with its dark, cold and dead eyes through it.
"WOAH!" He jumped back at the sudden sight of the beast which stared at him coldly, almost taunting him.
"Hello there... Springtrap... I'm Al-Harib, I'm terribly sorry if we have trespassed in your domain. I hope you can understand me and be reasonable enough to negotiate what you want. I'm sure I'll be able to provide."
The Springtrap gave a low hiss, but tilted it's head in a way that indicated intrigue.
"Great! Glad to see you are a reasonable being with logical capability. Unlike most humans and Daleks."
The Springtrap raised its head in a questioning manner, pondering over his statement with a robotic hum and grinding of gears.
"I suppose you are not aware then?" Al-Harib said picking up upon the creature's lack of modern knowledge "You've probably never had the chance to leave this facility in the last few years. The Daleks are an alien race that are currently invading the Earth. Terribly illogical that lot."
The Springtrap silently offered a new expression, which though Al-Harib could not make out, considered something along the lines of either being mocked or interested.
"It's true! That's why we seek refuge in your facility. The one place no one would look. All we require is your permission, and we shall also help you in return."
The Springtrap, though it's expression felt like that of rage and anger, it held back in thought, as if considering the proposal. After many moments of thought, It raised its hand and then spread it across its blood stained body. It then rose it's fingers and began writing on the window with its dried up blood:
'Can... you... Guarantee... My... Freedom...?'
The foreign man took a moment to take in the request. This creature... Whatever it was... Was barbarically horrific. Yet it had a simple request. He simply nodded and awaited the creature's next move.
It took a few moments to think, and then slowly moved along the window towards the door, in a slow, robotic manner. It's movements were sudden, and hardly natural. Every time it moved, it would take a pause as if to recover from... The pain of its movement? Al-Harib decided not to worry himself with the things he didn't understand and rather with what he did.
As it entered through the door, it looked at the two downed men and then at the negotiator. Alas, they had reached a negotiation and the people's demands had been made very clear, to stay the night inside and away from the Daleks. However, the Springtrap was yet to state it's demands.
"So... What is it that you desire?" Al-Harib asked.
The Springtrap took a deep mechanical breath, the human mouth inside it stretching as its mechanical jae moved. It then began to speak:
"Y...Y...You... Are...ee... C...Ce... Certainnnn... You... Shall..ll... Aid... Meee...?"
It's voice was deep and raspy, with a British accent that was slightly tinged due to the mechanical effect of its faulty voice box which would spark in the middle of his speech.
"Yes, I am certain."
"T-T-Then... You are... Either foolisshhh..hhh.. Or... Very... Brave..." said the Springtrap, its voice rather amused.
"Perhaps, now, what is it that you wanted to request."
"Knowledge...eee.. About... The world... The D...D...Daleks... And everything... In between..."
"Oof! Where do I begin!" Al-Harib exclaimed thinking about all the history in the past who knows how many years.
"Start...tt... With...th... The... Year..."
"Alright then, the year is 2023. The world is currently under attack by the Daleks, an alien race of monsters that destroy everything that isn't a Dalek. America, Britain, Egypt and Morocco no longer exist and logically neither should you."
"Hmm...mmmm...mm... W...W..Wh..what of... The... Runaway?"
The man choked at that statement, his face transforming into that of worry "You know about him?"
"It... Was... Announced... F...f..from... The... Sky... 7... N..n..Nights ago... I hear..d... I.. It..."
"It's who they are looking for, another alien who's probably at war with those animals" Al-Harib says looking away from the creature "Do you have any more questions?"
The Springtrap looks back at the two downed man, who were slowly stirring to consciousness, and then at the man distracted in his own thoughts.
"No... That is all..."
It swiftly smashes its metal fist into the man's head and throws him through the window, and turns it's attention back to the others as Al-Harib crashes through the window and head first into the wall in the hall.
Al-Harib rubs his head, attempting to get up despite his injuries and several glass shards stabbed his body "..What.. are you doing...!"
"It's been... So long... Since I've had the luxury... Of spilling... blood and anger! I shall NOT... Let this moment be wasted!"
"Ughh... What's happening- UCK!" Carl gets grabbed by the throat and lifted up from the ground before he could complete his sentence.
"NO! Springtrap! We had a deal!" Al-Harib cried out as he pulls himself up.
"And I... Granted you... Asylum... However... I did not... Say anything... About them...!"
"No... Please... What... Did i... Ever... Do... To you..." Carl begged as his consciousness faded with his breath.
The Springtrap only cackled (or coughed, it's difficult to tell) rather than give him a worthy response as it pressed harder on his throat. It gave another tight squeeze to the throat and Carl let out a great big gasp as the air left his lungs and the light faded from his eyes. It let the man go and his body lifelessly fell to the floor.
Al-Harib cracked at the site. He had failed once again, not only did he fail to aid his people, but now he had also managed to fail his human saviours. No! No more! John was still alive and he could yet be saved!
"Hey Springtrap!" he yelled as he pulled out a peculiar looking device, similar yet very different to a gun and with lights attached to it from his robe. He pointed it at the creature and yelled: "Go to Hell!"
SONIC BOOM!
A loud sonic blast was shot from the device that shattered everything in its path. It hit the Springtrap and launched it into the wall into which it crashed and hunched over onto the floor. it's bodily systems deactivated and no longer hosted any sign of life other than it's constant dim silver eyes and rotten flesh.
Al-Harib rushed over to John who was just regaining consciousness and grabbed his arm to help him up and guide him out the buildings main door. They had to get out. They had to get out now!
"Huh...? Hey... What are you doing?" John asked semi-conciously as he was being taken outside the security office.
"Taking us away from here. We're out of time!"
"but what about Carl!?"
"I'm sorry John, but he's dead. Now quickly move!"
"What!? No! Tell me what's going on! And what about the Springtrap!? And have you forgotten the Exterminators outside!?" John demanded as he held his ground and refused to move.
"Now's not the time! I've deactivated the Springtrap with my sonic amplifier but now we don't have any more time. The Daleks will notice it any second and then they'll be here!"
"Wh-? How? And what are Daleks!?"
"Now is NOT the time boy! Just run!" Al-Harib ordered with the voice of a soldier and dragged him along towards the door.
Planet: Earth
Location: 10 km from the location
"ALERT! ALERT!" the mechanical monotone voice of the flying human sized tanks resembling a trash can began as it turned towards its companion of the same race.
"REPORT!" it's ally demanded in the same voice.
"SCANNERS HAVE DETECTED THE ACTIVATION OF SONIC TECHNOLOGY!!!" The creature exclaimed, "IT IS A 99% MATCH TO THE ENERGY FREQUENCY USED BY THE TIME LORDS IN THE WAR!!!!"
"THEN IT MUST MEAN THAT THE TIME LORD SHALL ALSO BE THERE. ACTIVATE TEMPORAL SHIFT!!!"
The two alien beings lit up and began to glow as the disappeared from the scene, almost as if they were never there.
Planet: Earth
Location: The Ruins of Hurricane
A bright light glowed in front of the escaping duo and the two aliens materialised in front of them. They took a step back in fear, realising they were trapped.
"No! We're too late!" Al-Harib cried out.
The Daleks turned their attention to the two and analysed their emotions.
"WHO ARE YOU!?" The Daleks asked, confused at the sight of the humans and lack of their targets presence, "YOU SHALL IDENTIFY OR BE EXTERMINATED!!!"
"IDENTIFY!!!" The Other Dalek reiterated the command with Its gaze and aim focused on John.
"U-U-Uh.. I'm-Im... I'm John! John Hanibal!"
The Daleks recorded the confession in their database and turned to the foreign man in the room "IDENTIFY!!!"
Al-Harib didn't speak, hoping his silence would save him. He could do nothing now, so perhaps if he didn't speak, then maybe he'd be let go?
"IDENTIFY OR BE EXTERMINATED!!!"
Yeah... No. That was a stupid idea. "I'm.. I'm Al-Harib, a man from Egypt! I was just here on visit! I swear!"
The Daleks analysed his response and gauged the truth in his statement.
"YOU... SPEAK THE TRUTH... NONE OF YOUR FACES MATCH WITH THAT OF THE RUNAWAY..."
The two men drew a breath of relief, as the Daleks pondered the information.
"WHICH MEANS THAT HE HAS REGENERATED..." The Daleks concluded, worry returning on the duo's faces as they further analysed them.
The Daleks look toward Al-Harib and after a brief and thorough scan, finally speaks up with great volume : "YOU HAVE BEEN IDENTIFIED! YOU ARE THE RUNAWAY! YOU SHALL BE TAKEN CAPTIVE!"
"What! No! I'm not the Runaway! My name is Al-Harib! Not the Runaway!"
"DO YOU TAKE THE DALEKS FOR FOOLS!?" the primary Dalek asked.
" 'AL-HARIB' IS ARABIC FOR 'THE RUNAWAY'." the second Dalek completed for its ally.
John was taken aback by this revelation and limped away from Al-Harib, or rather The Runaway, the humanoid alien the hunt for whom cost the world so much. This was his fault. It was ALL his fault. Every death, and every loss, it all happened because 'The Runaway' ran away from his war and came to the Earth to involve it instead.
"REPORT! THE TIME LORD HAS BEEN CAPTURED! EXTERMINATE THE HUMAN!" The Dalek relayed to its companion.
"I OBEY!!!" answered the Dalek.
"What! No! Please!" John begged as the the Dalek turned it's stalk towards him. "Have mercy!"
"DALEKS HAVE NO CONCEPT OF MERCY!!! EXTERMINAAATEE!!!"
The Springtrap lay deactivated in the other room, overhearing all the transpiring events. 'Aliens! Actual aliens!' the mind of the man within thought with excitement! He wanted... No... Needed to learn more. The fascination of all the occurring events subsided the anger that had overtaken his mind and thoughts in the past 3 decades. Now all he could think about were questions. How advanced are these aliens? If mankind is the pinnacle of evolution on Earth, then are their counterparts on other planets also humanoid? Most likely yes, considering that man he negotiated with was also an alien. Do they have the same biology then? Do aliens have souls? And can he utilise their life energy to better and sustain his mortal condition?
So many questions yet so little answers. He had to get them. He had to! His systems were deactivated, and the animatronic machinery housing his soul was frozen in place. Yet, it was still a part of him, and his flesh. They had merged over the years, the metal and flesh, making the corpse trapped inside the suit not just a trapped corpse, but an integral part of the suit and its endo skeleton. Despite popular belief, he knew that he was not the suit, but rather the man trapped inside the suit, a man that was still alive! (in his own twisted way).
He overcame the pain which constantly filled his flesh and forced his spirit to move it once again, his fingers moving in synchronisation at his command. It was more difficult to move than before without the suit working and performing, but he had always been the sole master of the show and would bear the difficulties to attain the greater result. He raised himself off the ground, gripping at his surroundings for support as he managed to hold his weight without the animatronic parts automatically doing it for him. It was agony, this experience, forcing his flesh to move beyond death.
He walked to the door and looked outside the security room and saw the Daleks. They hardly looked like a threat or something to fear, yet the other men were deathly terrified of them. "EXTERMINATE!" the aliens yelled as one of them shot a laser beam through the stalk protruding from its head at the man whose leg he had crushed. The man flashed brightly as his skeleton became visible for a good few seconds and then he fell dead to the ground. 'Fascinating! He died at the instant!' the Springtrap thought.
As soon as he was shot, the man that the Springtrap had negotiated with, ran at full speed into the building and towards his direction. The Daleks shot a different colored laser than before and paralysed the man, who fell and landed in front of him. The man turned his head to look at the Daleks but stopped mid way as he noticed the Springtrap standing tall in the doorway beside him.
"W-What! That's impossible! There's no way you could still be standing! I fried your circuits!" he exclaimed with worry and disbelief. The Daleks were already problem enough but this thing was beginning to seem like a temporal anomaly!
"I assure you... You have no idea of WHAT is possible... And what isn't..."
"SURRENDER NOW, TIME LORD! YOU SHALL BE TAKEN TO THE DALEK SUPREME!" the Dalek said as it approached them. It was about to give a command but stopped as it saw the Springtrap. It turned off its teleport system and stared at the new arrival. "WHO ARE YOU?!? HOW DID YOU APPROACH THIS FACILITY UNDETECTED!"
"I have been it's prisoner... For the past three decades... I have no need to approach it. I assume you to be the 'Daleks'?"
"AFFIRMATIVE!! NOW IDENTIFY YOURSELF! AND STATE YOUR SPECIES!!"
"I have had many names... Yet I have been currently known as 'The Springtrap'... A name I find rather fitting to my... Current condition... As for my race, I used to be a human... Once upon a time... Yet now... I am something more!"
"YOU ARE AN ANOMALY!!" The other Dalek spoke up with rage as it approached and continuously analysed the newcomer. "SCANNERS HAVE DETECTED NO LIFE OTHER THAN DALEK OR TIME LORD WITHIN SEVERAL MILES! YOU ARE NOT A LIVING ORGANISM AND NEITHER CYBERNETIC! YOU CONTAIN NO ELECTRICAL CURRENTS OR SIGNS OF CONSCIOUS EXISTENCE!!! EXPLAINN!!!"
The Springtrap cackled with amusement. He already considered himself to be the pinnacle of existence, the superior form of life unique and unseen in the entire universe! However, to have his beliefs reaffirmed by an alien race decades ahead of his! It filled him with pride that overshadowed the pain he constantly felt.
"I... Am the superior form of life... For you can not find alive... What is already dead... And you can not declare artificial... What is supernatural... Yet... I... Am the culmination of it all!"
"YOUR WORDS DO NOT MAKE SENSE!! DALEKS ARE THE SUPREME FORM OF LIFE! YOU SHALL BE EXTERMINATED!!!!"
The Springtrap broke out of its prideful trance as fear and realisation overtook it with the memories of how they had taken down the other man. It backed off from the Daleks and turned to escape, running in whatever way it could.
PEW!
A beam of light engulfed the rotten animatronic as it let out an agonizing screech. It felt like he was dying! Again! The pain of the blast seemed to be as much as the springlock failure that killed the man inside all those years ago, but it was ten times more painful! As he fell to the ground, dead like all everyone else, the Daleks turned around to grab their prisoner who was having a hard time believing today's events. However, continuous sounds of groans and pants continued to come from the the room behind them. They turned back and identified the sounds and found that it was coming from the anomaly that lay on the floor. Anger and confusion filled their being as they realised that they had failed to exterminate him.
"IMPOSSIBLE!! NO LIFE FORM CAN SURVIVE THE ATTACK OF A DALEK! HOW DO YOU STILL FUNCTION!?!"
It continued to groan and pant, as it collected itself before it could speak again "I... You... Cannot kill... What is already dead!"
"EXTERMINAAATEE!!!" The Daleks shouted in unison as they both simultaneously blasted the anomaly. It let out an even louder screech as the pain returned double it's previous magnitude and forced it back to the ground.
The Daleks anticipated the anomaly to finally die but fumed in rage as it continued to grunt and groan after the end of the blast. They were stumped. For the first time in any reality, the Daleks had discovered a creature that could not be killed, and worst of all, It was NOT a Dalek. They looked towards each other and contemplated their options before coming to a final conclusion.
"WE MUST TAKE THE TIME LORD AND THE ANOMALY TO THE TIME STRATEGIST AND THE DALEK SUPREME. THEY SHALL KNOW WHAT TO DO..."
"AFFIRMATIVE!!!" The other Dalek concurred with its comrade as it established a perimeter and the Daleks began to glow. The perimeter extended the glow and it encapsulated the Springtrap and the Time Lord.
"ACTIVATE TEMPORAL SHIFT!" they declared in unison, causing everyone to disappear from the scene.
NOTE: And that's the end of the first chapter! I Hope you enjoyed and will send your reviews as to things that could be improved and ideas I could implement into the story. This is the end for now and until next time.