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Cobwebs and Gears	By : FlameWolf666 Category: +A through F > Five Nights at Freddys Views: 5391 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Five Night at Freddy's with the exception of a few O.C. animatronics. I make no profit from this, this is just for fun.

Chapter List
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Author’s Note: And here we enter into a bit of Sister Location’s timeline. I’m convinced S.L. and FNAF 2 happened around the same time and that 2 happened before 1.

Chapter Ten: Ch-ch-changes

The incident had happened a few months ago and she still remembered it like it happened yesterday. She could remember the sight of Scott laying in a pool of his own blood, some of his brain matter leaking free of his cracked skull. The screams of the kids filled the air along with the scent of vaguely pizza perfumed vomit. Most of them had run from the room looking for the comfort of their parents. The rest simply stared at the felled guard, their eyes wide and glassy. Too shocked to even respond properly to the children, Rose had immediately knelt beside the grievously injured male. If it hadn’t been for Roy coming in due to the commotion, the former security detail would have likely died.
In fact, it had been her loathsome Uncle who had sprinted to call 9-1-1 while she had stayed with Scott. She had been so focused on him that, when the paramedics came for him, she had followed them like a lost puppy. In fact, she had done nothing but sit by his bedside. Something her Uncle had been oddly okay with. Probably having a lot to do with his plans for the franchise as well as the restaurant. With her distracted, he would be able to move forward how he pleased. Not even when the man in the hospital bed opened his eyes did she move. She only left when he insisted she go and make sure the Foxy that attacked him wouldn’t be scrapped.
Surprised and more than a little touched by the affection he still had for the vulpine despite the attack, she had rushed to the pizzeria. To her immense relief, the machine had just been moved to storage with the others. Likely to be used as spare parts for the newer mascots. Like Scott, she still loved the mechanical fox she had made. She couldn’t even bring herself to really blame him entirely for the attack. To her friends, all the employees looked the same. Just a purple suit wandering around in a mass of children.
From that point forward, she had been there for each step of Scott’s recovery. He would be bound to a wheelchair for the rest of his life but he had retained a shocking amount of function. It was a miracle he could talk and eat by himself given the injuries he had sustained. Yet, he insisted on still working for the Fazbear franchise. A request Roy had been very willing to accommodate. Therefore, he was now in charge of talking to newbies over the phone. Especially the night security. While disappointed he would have such a small role, Scott was more than happy to accept what he could get. “I don’t know why but I feel driven to stay with the company,” he had confessed to her the day after he had been released from the hospital.
Though, Scott’s return to health hadn’t been the only thing to celebrate. Jeremy Fitzgerald was being moved to the sister location. A place that was going to be called ‘Circus Baby’s Pizza World’. Given the fact they were going to be short staffed when they first opened, Roy saw it as a perfect opportunity to get the new guy some experience. Personally, she thought her Uncle had also noticed the odd coincidence of children having disappeared since he had come on. Moving him would be a fantastic way to divert attention from the main restaurant. Still, she couldn’t help but be happy about this.
With how dangerous the man was, she would feel safer the more distance was between them. Though, some part of her couldn’t help but feel horrible about what would happen to any children while he was there. If any more deaths happened, it was likely neither location would survive. It was only when she had come back in to work, that she saw the extent of Roy’s cruelty. Despite the fact a mascot had killed his daughter, her Uncle had forced Will to keep working for the company. The monster hadn’t even allowed the builder to take time off to heal, as evidenced by the all too dead look in his eyes.
Unfortunately, she couldn’t really afford to take too much time to offer him comfort. The most she could do was offer him a shoulder to cry on if she wasn’t too busy. Thankfully, after the accident in the Cove, the place wasn’t as busy lately. Though, with all the work there was to get all the new mascots up and the sister location working, it was a good thing. With the upcoming name change that would help tie in to Circus Baby, it was likely people would forget all about what had happened anyway. The only people that knew the truth would be her, Scott and a bunch of animatronics. Animatronics most people considered to be inanimate.
As she settled into place in the Party Room, she couldn’t help but look over toward the stage. All her friends had been replaced with their white and pink counterparts so they would match better with the sister location’s. Though, she had to admit she hadn’t seen any of the mascots for the secondary franchise. With the exception of one. Will had shown her plans for ‘Circus Baby’. The animatronic that was going to be the lead for the new pizzeria. It still chilled her just how much the thing resembled his dead daughter, Elizabeth. It was fairly obvious to her that the man was having problems dealing with the death of his daughter in a healthy manner.
As for Will, he was stuck in his own personal nightmare. Since his daughter had been found in the arms of a rusting animatronic, he had been having waking nightmares. He had been seeing visions of his lost child as well as the marionette she had been found with. Visions of black leaking from her eyes while a creepy smile curls her lips, an unnaturally thin, white hand coming to close over her left shoulder. Then, she had started talking. At first, it had been like her voice was coming from underwater. Over the weeks, however, it had become much more clear. She started begging him for a body of her own while her strange partner watched with a permanent grin on his mask-like face.
Maybe that was why he had built Circus Baby. A large part of him had wanted to make her a better vessel than the marionette. Something that matched how she looked a bit better. Her whispering in his ear hadn’t helped this. In fact, it had driven him to not sleep until the thing was finished and functioning properly. She was also the only one for the secondary location that he had finished so far. Though, the other unique mascot wasn’t that far away. The only thing that had kept him remotely sane had been the companionship Rose had offered to him. Though, she seemed just as drawn into the darkness surrounding the restaurant as he was.
No place was safe anymore. He was starting to see things besides the nightmares of his daughter. Things that liked to peek at him around corners. Things that looked a lot like the original mascots. Things that had sharp, needle-like teeth and smelled like rotting roadkill. Things that seemed to radiate malice and hate. Even when he went to the restaurant to work on the machines, he could see them. Especially Foxy. A fact he thought had a lot to do with the vulpine’s planned replacement. Not only had the gender been changed but the thing refused to stay in one piece. No matter what he did, the moment he turned his back ‘Vicky’ would fall into a heap of disjointed limbs.
It was beyond any explanation. None of the other mascots had the same problem. In fact, he had just given up and started calling the damn thing ‘Mangle’ instead. It would become the first ‘build your own animatronic’ attraction but this didn’t help him feel better. It was almost like Foxy itself was preventing the machine from functioning. An insane notion if you were anyone else but him, Rose or Scott it seemed. All three of them appeared to be caught in the same trap, circling down into the darkness. It was only the woman who seemed to actively accept it. In fact, she almost seemed to be happy about it.
Shaking his head at his own thoughts, he peered down the hall that lead to the party room. When he saw the silhouettes of both Freddy and Chica craning around opposite corners of the long corridor, he wasn’t all that shocked. Yet, something felt different than all the other times he had seen the shadowy figures. The atmosphere felt thicker, vaguely electric and crackling on his skin. It almost felt like they were looking at his very soul. And they were judging him as guilty. Of what, he had no idea. Shuddering vaguely, he almost jogged to the Party Room; not feeling any safer once he was inside.
Rose was sitting on the stage, the other mascots gathered around her almost protectively. As soon as they heard the door open, they lifted their heads to fix him with a chilling stare. Gaping their mouths at him slightly, they stayed where they were while their human companion shot to her feet. “Will! What are you doing here?! It isn’t safe! Especially with Jeremy leaving soon,” she gasped out, rushing toward him to push him back out of the room. Once they were back in the hall, he couldn’t help but look over her shoulder. Freddy and Chica had been joined by one of the Foxies, filling him with a sickening sensation of dread.
“Look, you need to get out of here. Sooner rather than later. My friends… they’re starting to get more restless. More angry,” she hissed, acting like she was afraid of being heard.
Keeping his eyes on the three behind her, he stepped forward to place both hands on her shoulders. “Come with me! Its not too late for you! You can still escape from whatever is taking place,” he insisted, fixing his frantic eyes on her. He felt his blood turn to ice when she gave him a hollow smile.
Shaking her head, she stepped backward toward the shadows with glowing red eyes. “None of us are escaping this untouched. If you haven’t started seeing things by now, you soon will be,” she whispered, stopping once she was standing among the dangerous machines.
“Besides, I don’t want to leave my dearest friends at the mercy of my Uncle. Someone has to make sure they’re safe so they children they protect can exact their revenge. They have been there for me more than any person alive. They deserve the same loyalty from me. Run while you can, however. You’ll find out soon enough just how entangled in this thing you really are,” she whispered, her smile growing more sinister while her shadow seemed to take on a life of its own. In fact, it was starting to look like the jester marionette that had been found with his daughter.
Taking an instinctual step back, he turned and made his way to the door. Once outside, he kept running until his was in his car. Cranking the engine to life, he peeled out of the parking lot and down the road. As he sped toward his home, he did his best to ignore the disturbing figure in his backseat. A figure that brought the smell of death with it. A figure that had his little girl’s laugh as well as a disturbing version of her formally sweet face. A figure that was slowly leaning forward, its voice a loathsome whisper in his ear. A figure that was placing its sticky hands on his shoulders while the rotting smell intensified enough to make him gag.
Turning to look at ‘Jasper’, Rose couldn’t help but smile. When he had been found in the alley, she had feared she would never get him working again. It seemed, however, that some other force had taken things into its own hands. From the moment she started the repair, things had progressed supernaturally fast. Not only that but all the work she had put in had seemed to bring the two of them a bit closer. “Glad you’re feeling better Jas. If you guys are still going to do this, tonight is Jeremy’s last night here,” she whispered before her gaze was moving back to the Party Room.
Unaware of any of what was happening, Jeremy snuck through hidden halls until he had made his way to the changing room. On the inside was the summer intern, unenthusiastically putting on a suit. His suit. Forcing himself to remain friendly, he approached the acne covered teen. This would be his last opportunity to put on the bear, to be near what he considered to be his kids. He couldn’t throw it away by having the brat in front of him raise the alarm. Thankfully the sixteen year old was more than happy to take the $50 and fuck off for the day. Placing the head over his own, he finally felt a peace settle over him. Almost like this bear suit had become his second skin in a way. In fact, it was the only time he felt safe or at home anymore.
Heading out into the Party Room, he waved to a flood of children before heading to the delivery window for the pizzas. Passing out the cheesy pies to hungry mouths, he zeroed in on a young boy that was obviously apart from all the others. On top of looking much richer, he also appeared to be with his nanny. A fact he seemed less than happy about. Sensing opportunity, he approached the pair. All his time wearing the suit had taught him one very important thing. Adults seemed much more willing to trust their children to a mascot. A strange, dangerous habit but one he certainly wasn’t going to complain about.
Placing the pepperoni pizza on the table they were seated at, he knelt so he could look the small boy in the eyes. “Now why aren’t you playing with the others?” he asked in the jolly, slightly dopey sounding voice of Freddy. Immediately, the child pouted, straightening a tie that was far too fancy for an event like this.
“I want to but… nana says its too dangerous,” he murmured petulantly, blue eyes rimmed with tears as he looked up into the face of one of the heroes from his youth.
“I’m sorry Thomas. You know your father would fire me if those children so much as made fun of you,” the elderly female explained, a sad, sympathetic expression in her wizened eyes.
Looking up from the small boy, Jeremy made sure to look her in the eyes with those of the costume he was wearing. “If you want, I could look out for the little tyke ma’am,” he suggested, smirking to himself when she appeared to consider his offer.
“Pleeeease? I just want to play with the other children. To be normal for once. ‘Sides, Freddy won’t let anything happen! He’s a good bear,” the kid begged, using his baby blue to his advantage. The little manipulator even threw in a few sniffles for good measure.
Likely being a grandma, the older woman crumbled all too easily. Giving the man in the mascot costume an assessing glance, she gave a reluctant nod. “I won’t let ya down ma’am!” ‘Freddy’ chirped before leading the suit clad kid away. The moment they were out of earshot, the brown bear began to whisper to the boy. What he was suggesting made the child’s eyes sparkle for a different reason. Nodding enthusiastically, he handed the bear his jacket and tie before running off to join the others. He didn’t hear the chilling laugh come out of the grinning bear’s open mouth.
Lonely children were always easy. Still, the nanny would be a problem. He’d have to play things carefully or the old biddy would become a problem. Above all else, he couldn’t be the last one seen with the boy while he was alive. If he played his cards right, one of the children would be blamed for the tragedy. Already, a mean looking boy had zeroed in on him; luring the lonely rich child into a false sense of security. Smirking to himself, he kept a close eye on his quarry; watching as the bully skillfully manipulated the naive victim. In fact, the little sociopath had no trouble getting the wealthy boy to do whatever he wanted.
Thomas wasn’t entirely naive. He knew the other boy shadowing him didn’t like him and saw him as another easy score. Thing was, he couldn’t bring himself to care. He had spent so much time placed above and apart from others that he would take whatever he could get. No matter what the kids here did to him, he wouldn’t complain. Most of all, he wouldn’t tell his nana. She would never allow him to play like a normal boy again. In fact, if it was up to her and his father; he wouldn’t make friends at all. Especially with the fact he was being home-schooled and lived on a fairly isolated property. Being the son of a politician was not an easy life and he would give anything just to be like the rest of the kids here.
He wasn’t allowed to do anything that might injure him. If he got so much as a scrape on his knee, whoever was watching him at the time would catch Hell. Worst of all, he hardly ever saw his parents. His care had been left to an endless stream of nannies and butlers. On the rare occasion he was awake to see them come home, they acted like he wasn’t there; shoving him off on the closest servant. In all honesty, he just couldn’t understand why other children envied his life. It was a miracle he had even been invited to this party, let alone allowed to attend. Running to get the boy giving him orders another ball, he admitted to himself that he was having fun even if he wasn’t actually playing any of the games.
For Rose, it all seemed to be going great. None of the kids had thrown up for once and ‘Mangle’ had become a massive hit with the children on her first day. Still, there was something about the pile of steel and parts that made her very uncomfortable. Almost like it was more malicious than the others. All in all, she wasn’t really comfortable being in the room alone with it. It was only the fact that Jasper’s box had also been moved in here that kept her from bolting back to the Party Room once the children had left. Sweeping while whistling to herself, she froze when she heard the distraught wail of an older woman. Running to the door and heading straight to the Party Room, she saw a woman that was obviously a nanny shaking a young boy with rage and sorrow covering her wizened face. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done!” the matron screamed, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Feeling a sense of dread bloom in the pit of her stomach, Rose immediately began to scan the room for the source of the woman’s distress. There, by an ugly animatronic holding balloons, was a crumpled, tiny body dressed in a nice tux. Becoming vaguely nauseous, she headed toward the woman that was currently shaking the shit out of another child. With a huge amount of effort, she managed to separate the pair just before the sobbing boy’s mother came rushing up to see what the problem was. Trying ineffectively to hush the sobbing geriatric, Rose winced when she hurled an accusation. “Your little psycho just killed the son of Ted Wilson,” she screeched, bringing all the merriment to a grinding halt.
The stunned mother immediately knelt in front of her son while Rose did her best to get the older woman away from the crowd. While the security woman calmed the sobbing nanny, she got her son’s side of the story. After the police had been called, the mother approached the purple clad woman caring for the shaking nanny. Calmly, the three of them discussed what had happened. One thing that was established was the last time Thomas was seen alive, he had been talking to the woman’s son. The only problem was, little Johnathan swore up and down the kid had wandered off several minutes ago. Ushering the children out of the room just before the police arrived, Rose silently wondered just what had happened.
After the cops had arrived, they’d roped off the scene before examining everything as well as taking fingerprints of all the children that had been present. It wasn’t lost on Rose that a certain mascot had been missing for both the tragedy and the investigation. Heading back to the room used for changing in and out of the costume, she felt a bit sick when she only saw the empty costume on the bench. There was no sign of the teenager that was supposed to be donning Freddy. In fact, there was no indication it had been worn in the first place. Looking up from the mass of brown, faux fur, she saw a shadow skitter away from the door across from her.
Heart plummeting into the pit of her stomach, she moved to chase the person when she felt a hand close over her left shoulder. Swiveling her head, she was unsurprised to see her uncle glowering down at her. “Where’s the kid that wore the suit today,” he growled out, a strange amount of panic in his piggy eyes.
“No clue Roy,” came a response while her eyes narrowed of their own accord.
Shoving away from her, the obese man waddled over to the door across from her. “If ya value this job, just stay th’fuck there,” growled a firm command before he was disappearing down one of the hidden halls meant for staff. Blinking and just feeling outright confused, Rose did as she was told. She was unaware of a certain Jester animatronic taking form behind her, eyes flashing before he disappeared into the shadows. Flowing from beneath her feet like ink, the living darkness, moved from shadow to shadow until it was in the same hall Roy had just entered.
“Th’hell ya think yer doin’ here! Were you th’one wearing th’fucking bear today?” snarls a vicious voice, a fat shadow violently shaking a much slimmer silhouette.
Insane laughter soon echoes off the dark walls, red eye flashing briefly in the gloom. Releasing the obviously mad man, Roy grimaced while taking a few steps backward. “We’re both damned you and I. In fact, all the people working here are damned,” screamed a hysterical voice, an unnatural grin cracking a pair of bleeding lips while eyes bulged from their sockets.
“You’ve gone insane,” the owner managed in a stunned voice, unable to cope with what he was seeing.
Cackling, Jeremy shook his head before running up to the other man and placing a hand on both his shoulders. “You’re seeing them too. I can tell from the look in your eyes. Still, none of this matters! You’re sending me to the sister location tomorrow and its far too late to back out of that deal now,” he pointed out before patting his illegitimate father’s chubby cheeks.
“I appreciate the job opportunity though father. A whole new crowd of children! None of them probably ever hearing about what had happened at the other restaurant,” he continued before pressing a wet kiss to Roy’s head.
With another wild he-haw of laughter that sounded more like a scream, Fitz shoved away from the overweight man to make his way to the exit. This time, Roy made no move to stop him. Guilt shining in his dark eyes, he ran a shaky hand down his sweaty face. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t inform the authorities about any of this. Not only would it mean the death of his restaurant but his own name would get dragged through the mud along with his son’s. “God forgive me,” he whispered before turning on his heel and making his way back to Rose.
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