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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: Sorry for the very long wait but I hope you guys think it was worth it. Also, our final child murders will begin to take place.

Chapter Twelve: Cracks in the Facade

A lone, shadowy figure lurches down the street, a strange, purple glow emanating from their eyes. As it lurched down the road, streetlights popped one by one; leaving darkness in its wake. A wide, tooth filled grin stretched its lips and a small, girlish giggle issues from its lips. “Eee hee hee hee. One, two Lizzie’s coming for you,” sang an echoey facsimile of a little girl’s voice. Almost as if in response, small shadows began to skip and play around the outskirts of the darkness. Small whispers skittered on the wind like rustling leaves, filling anyone in the houses on the sides with a deep sense of dread.
Soon, the lurching shadow was standing in front of a pair of double doors; the entry swinging open on it own. With more giggling, it shambled through a large room and into a thin hall; stopping at a single, steel door. “Three, four, standing at your door,” cooed the ethereal, bloodcurdling voice before something dark was darting out of the figure. Darting through the metal, the shadow skittered along the ceiling, stopping briefly to look down at a man sitting in a circular room.
“Five, six, you’re in a fix,” it hissed taking some joy when he jumped and began to look around in a paranoid manner. Still, it wasn’t here just for this. It had a much more important mission. Continuing onward and through a ceiling vent, it made its way to the object that was calling for it. The object that was made for it.
Dropping into a hidden room, the shadow moved up a metal shell before absorbing into the nearly finished body of Circus Baby. With a few blinks, the eyes came to life and more childish laughter filled the room. “Seven, eight, no need to wait,” the animatronic sing-songed with almost disturbing clarity. Then it was getting off its pedestal and smiling at the door in front of it.
“Nine, ten, let the party begin,” it finished, practically cackling as the door slid open.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Earlier that Day~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It had been a test run for Circus Baby’s Pizza World, a soft open for a small party of children. Due to not having enough staff on hand, Fitz had been tapped to do a double shift for the first few opening runs. A fact he didn’t mind in the slightest. In fact, it would make things all the more easy. Chuckling to himself, the twisted male pulled on the head of a Funtime Freddy suit. It had been too long since he’d been allowed near the children and the voices had almost become unbearable. Tonight, he would earn himself a brief moment of silence; just the thought of it making him let out a near hysterical laugh.
Heading out into the party room, he knelt and opened his arms to the incoming swarm of little ones. Almost immediately, his eyes landed on a small, bespectacled boy and his horrible grin widened. This one would be perfect. So, as soon as he could, he pulled the kid aside and whispered in his ear. After that, all he had to do was wait. With the bait laid, the mouse would no doubt come along. So, with his entertainment figured out for the night, he began playing with the children and bringing them their complementary pizza.
As the party wound to an end, the young boy he had chosen hung back; choosing to hide in the stage curtain to avoid notice by the chaperones. The moment they were alone, the fun began. Keeping the costume on, the monster in human skin began to play ‘hide and seek’ with the boy. Letting out a chilling laugh, he turned out the light and began the hunt. A hunt, like all the others, was over far too soon. Still, he had accomplished his goals. The voices beating inside his head had subsided, as had the shadows surrounding him. He had gotten a night of peace as well as satisfied his dark urges. Hefting the body over his shoulder, he made his was to the parts and repairs room.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Night Shift at the Main Store~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

As much as he hadn’t wanted to, he had come back to this horrible place. Running a hand through his short, dark hair, Fritz took a seat at his desk with no small amount of apprehension. The moment his butt met the seat, the phone rang. Grimacing and wondering if he really wanted to hear the next part of the training spiel, the young man eventually reached for the black handset. Lifting it to his head, he waited for the recording to begin. ~“Ah...hello, hello! Uh, see, I told you your first night wouldn't be a problem. You're a natural!” the now familiar voice greeted, making him scoff.
“Yeah, besides the fucking living animatronics that wanna stuff me in a suit it was a walk in the park,” the guard retorted sarcastically, warily eyeing the dark hall that spanned in front of him.
“Uh, by now I'm sure you've noticed the older models sitting in the back room,” the recording continued, the words making the hair stand up all over his body. Back room? Older models? There were more of these things here?
“Uh, those are from the previous location. We just use them for parts now. The idea at first was to repair them...uh, they even started retrofitting them with some of the newer technology, but they were just so ugly, you know? The smell...uh, so the company decided to go in a whole new direction and make them super kid-friendly. Uh, those older ones shouldn't be able to walk around, but if they do, the whole Freddy head trick should work on them too, so, whatever,” the guy continued almost nonchalantly, as if this was normal or something.
“Great… That’s awesome,” the new guy whispered, praying the older employee was correct about the Freddy head.
“Uh...heh...I love those old characters. Did you ever see Foxy the pirate?” the recording reminisced before pausing thoughtfully and continuing, “Oh wait, hold on...oh yeah, Foxy. Uh, hey listen, that one was always a bit twitchy, uh...I'm not sure the Freddy head trick will work on Foxy, uh.”
That last bit sent a chill down his spine. What was he supposed to do about that? “If for some reason he activates during the night and you see him standing at the far end of the hall, just flash your light at him from time to time. Those older models would always get disoriented with bright lights. It would cause a system restart, or something. Uh, come to think of it, you might want to try that on any room where something undesirable might be. It might hold them in place for a few seconds. That glitch might be in some of the newer models too,” came an answer that helped set him at ease.
Though some of it wasn’t a surprise given his encounter with the pink horror last night. “One more thing, don't forget the music box. I'll be honest, I never liked that puppet thing. It was always...thinking, and it can go anywhere...I don't think a Freddy mask will fool it, so just don't forget the music box,” the guy on the recording reiterated, sounding almost fearful and only adding to his deep dread. He had absolutely no desire to discover what was in the giant gift box and he prayed he’d never find out.
“Anyway, I'm sure it won't be a problem. Uh, have a good night, and talk to you tomorrow,” the recording concluded, leaving him with disconcerting silence.~
Gripping his flashlight like a lifeline, he scanned the inky corridor in front of him while keeping his ears trained for any sounds from the vents. Only when he saw nothing did he turn to the cameras. Pressing the button that wound the music box in the prize area, he scanned the other screens of movements. When he saw the small boy animatronic was missing, he felt his blood run cold. As if on cue, he heard a giggle come from the left vent. Holding his breath while he focused the light on the dark square in the wall, he felt his skin crawl when he saw Balloon Boy’s metallic face swim out of the darkness. Immediately, he was reaching for the disgusting Freddy head; slipping it over his head just in time for the thing to clamber out. It looked disturbingly like a small child, a smile on its face while balloons bobbed about in its hand.
Almost afraid to blink, Fritz watched as the thing simply stood in place for several moments; staring at him. As he watched, its face slowly split open to reveal a nest of needle sharp teeth. “H-hel-lo m-m-missszzzzteerrrr,” buzzed a recorded, static laden voice, followed by the sound of clanking coming from far down the hall. Shifting the light, he felt more terror dump into his system when he saw a swaying rotted looking animatronic. As it got closer, it appeared to be disheveled fox pirate.
“Fuck… that has to be Foxy,” he breathed, flickering the switch on his flashlight while keeping a peripheral eye on the music box meter.
As if it sensed his predicament, it seemed to be ticking down faster. Hissing a myriad of curses, he switched hands with the flashlight before hitting the button. At the same time, Balloon Boy vanished and he had to release the button long enough to get the mask off his face again. With how it smelled, he didn’t want the thing on any longer than necessary. Thankfully, only a few flashes seemed to be enough to drive off the phantom but he knew it wouldn’t be for long. Tonight would likely be even longer than the first and he would have to be on his toes.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~At the Same Time~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Unlike his first night here, Jeremy felt a deep sense of unease. It almost felt like the two animatronics he was watching were observing him right back. Like they knew hat he had just gotten finished doing. Trying to shake off the sensations, the night guard flicked on the spotlight over Funtime Foxy; an animatronic he sincerely hated. When he saw the pink and white vulpine pressing its face against the window, he came very close to jumping out of his skin. Immediately, he was pressing the button that would shock them. Jolting, the thing shook while the lights started to blink due to the stress on the electrical system. After a few seconds, the illumination died entirely, leaving Jeremy holding his breath for several beats.
In a blink, the spotlight came back on to show the machine had gone back to its place on the stage. Slumping back, the nervous male wiped a sheen of sweat from his forehead. It was just like the first restaurant. It almost felt like these things were alive. Rubbing his upper arms, he flipped to one of the screens watching the back rooms. On one on them was the face of the main mascot, ‘Circus Baby’. Her blue eyes locked on his and he felt a strong sense of deja-vu. Like he had seen her before, almost as if she had been a victim of his. It didn’t help that tonight it felt like something was looking back at him. Something angry.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Early the Next Day~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A curled up figure laid in the middle of the floor, making Fritz wonder if he should call the police or the paramedics. Hand firmly resting on top of the holster holding his mace, the late night guard approached the unconscious person cautiously. As he got closer, he realized it was Rose; the woman that had trained him. Immediately, he was kneeling beside her; looking her over for signs of injury as he tried to think of how to rouse her without moving her too much. “Rose! Hey, what happened?” he inquired, settling for shaking her shoulder as gently as he could.
Flinching slightly, the dazed female opened her eyes to squint at the shape hovering over her. Groaning while agony exploded inside her head and body, Rose rolled onto her back but made no move to sit up. “Did someone attack you?” asked another, muffled question as her vision started to clear.
“Dunno,” muzzled out of her as she tried to remember what had happened. Last hing she remembered was Jasper and a few of the others heading toward her and Foxy. After that, everything was a blank. Though, it wasn’t like she could tell that to Fritz. Poor kid was just trying to get through his job with his life intact. She didn’t need to add to his stress by telling him one of the mascots had likely abducted her for an unknown reason.
“Okay, uh. S-stay there. I’m going to call an ambulance. You might have a concussion or something,” the young man stammered before scampering out of the room.
Staring up at the ceiling, Rose didn’t dare even twitch lest she make the throbbing in her head worse. Instead, she desperately tried to regain any memory of what had happened to her. All she could manage were brief flashes that made a knife of pain slice through her brain. Brief images of an empty street, the sister location and their mascot. None of which made a whole lot of sense. Whimpering, she closed her eyes against the harsh ceiling lights. It was only the sound of metallic thumping that made her open them again. Squinting upward, she startled when when she saw Foxy leaning over her. With an odd gentleness, the mechanical vulpine swept her into his arm and made his way to the front of the building.
Too tired to be frightened or worried, Rose allowed her head to fall against her long time friend’s faux fur covered chest. “Y-you n-nnnnn bzort n-ne-ed t-t-to get ou-ou-ou t t t t t t t t t,” the animated mascot advised, arms jerking as his head began to tik to one side. The young woman could only smile bitterly as she met his worried eyes.
“I think you already know its too late for that. Far too late. Jasper… no… it was Elizabeth,” the guard murmured wincing when she saw a flash of red and blue through the glass of the front door.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It all happened in a blur. She suddenly found herself on the floor, alone. Then she was surrounded by paramedics, bright lights shined into her eyes and machines hooked to her body. After a few questions, she was whisked into an ambulance and rushed to a hospital. Staring at the ceiling above while the heart monitor beeped, Rose nibbled her lower lip as her mind kept returning to the fuzzy events of the previous night. Gradually, a bit more began to surface. Mainly the sensation of her body being used as a vessel. Had the little girl used her to get revenge on Jeremy?
Fumbling with the TV remote, she began to flip through the channels to see if there were any news reports about a new murder taking place at the sister location. After a few cycles, Rose realized she would have to give up. There were too many channels as well as commercials. She would have to ask one of the nurses when they came in to check on her. Even then, there was no guarantee they would have heard anything about it yet. Scrubbing her face with agitated motions, she watched the door as she dug inside her brain for any further clues.
After what seemed like hours, she could hear someone coming down the hallway and unconsciously sat up straighter while anticipation buzzed in her veins. When the door opened, all she could feel was shock. There, standing in the doorway with fear and guilt on his fat face, was her Uncle. “R-rosie!” he gasped out as he waddled toward her and clasped one of her hands in his. Looking down at him like he had two heads, the stunned woman stared down at their now joined hands. Needless to say, her first suspicions was that his worry was far from altruistic.
“Where were ya last night? There was odd footage of you on the cameras from both locations,” he hissed in her ear, proving her right.
“I… I can’t really remember,” she whispered, jumping slightly when her door opened yet again. To her shock, she saw Scott peeking inside. When he saw her Uncle, he wheeled in with a frown on his face.
“I came as soon as I heard from… How are you? Do you need help with anything?” the former guard questioned, eyes moving over to Roy in a pointed manner.
Curious about who could have told him what happened, she simply gave a small nod in response. Thankfully, Scott’s presence seemed to make Roy uncomfortable and he silently took his leave. The moment he was out of the room, she was meeting her visitor’s gaze intently. “I don’t know which it was. I think it was Foxy… Said you were in the hospital,” he stammered, seeming stunned by his own words.
“Yeah, something fuckin’ weird happened last night. I think it was Elizabeth,” she whispered, shuddering at the thought. The male beside her also appeared disturbed, going deathly pale.
“Jesus… That means that Jeremy… D-does that mean this will all be over soon?” came a hopeful question that filled her with dread.
As much as she wanted to say yes, she saw how twisted the souls were becoming, how dark. “I just don’t know. I… I honestly hope so,” she admitted reluctantly. With how things were going, it was entirely possible these poor spirits would become vengeful wraiths; if they hadn’t already.
“If it doesn’t stop, Heaven help us all,” she whispered, staring at the covers she was currently clenching in her hands.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Meanwhile~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A lone figure wanders down a long hall, metallic sounds echoing off the walls. Lurching slightly, it stumbled and hit a wall; two skeletal hands come up cradle a head. A pair of eyes flicker from blue to red intermittently, electronic buzzing emanating from its voicebox. Shaking its head, the shadowed machine straightens and continues its journey. While there was still a shred of itself left, it had to try to wake the others up before it was too late. Before one of them ended up killing their only true friend. Before they all lost themselves to the darkness.
The others were gathered in the storage room, taking care of the two nearly immobile predecessors. A loud crash drew attention to the door, where a shaking Foxy was leaning on the frame. Immediately, his replacement was helping him into the room; the other machine gathering around him in concern. The only one absent was, of course, Jasper. “Kssssssh zzzrrrt s-s-s-someth-thing h-happ-happ-happ,” the jittering animatronic tried to convey, getting caught in an audio loop that caused his head to jerk. Thankfully, the older Chica knocked him upside the head; effectively shocking him out of it. Shaking himself, the aging mascot continued.
“Happened t-t-t-to Rosssssseeeee,” he managed to finish, some of his circuits shorting due to the effort.
Concern washed through the group, the others looking to eachother with worry. They all wanted to protect the children as well as the souls they held but this… Harming the one person that cared for them wasn’t ever part of the plan. A childish giggle broke through the tension like a knife, drawing attention to a dark corner of the room. A white face floated out of the gloom, book-ended by two pairs of glowing eyes. Eyes that didn’t belong to the barely working Rob or the disabled Fredbear. Yet the shapes were theirs, swarming with shadows. “Such looong faces! You should be happy! Our deaths will be avenged,” cackled a twisted, child-like voice, red embers flashing to life within the depths of the mask.
For a few seconds, the mascots twitched; as if trying to fight off something. “Krsssssh zzzzt w-won’t b-b-be the e-e-bzzzrt end,” the older Chica hissed, jaw yawning open in a threatening manner. Instead of being intimidated or even angered, the puppet merely giggled before floating forward; followed closely by its dark companions.
“How astute. And here I thought you were just brainless machines,” it cackled, twitching while black goo began to seem from its grinning mouth.
“No, my friends. This won’t be the end. And you know why?” it hummed tauntingly, tilting its head to one side while the mascots watched.
“They left me to rot in some back room! They didn’t even bother to give me real movement or even a voice. I was ignored and buried deep. Just like these dead children,” he hissed, face changing to a foul glare while darkness swirled around him.
“The news, the pizzeria, even the parents. They all buried the deaths because that fat bastard paid them off. We will make sure these children will never be forgotten. That anyone involved with this place will pay a horrible price,” echoed off the walls as the darkness began to surround the machines one by one.
“No one is innocent. No one will be spared,” the thing hissed while their eyes turned red and ichor began to drip from their mouths and bodies.
Slowly, the smell of rotting flesh filled the room, along with the wails of the wronged children. The spirits calling out for justice, their mothers or their lives back. The lost souls that still don’t really understand what they had done to deserve dying. Slowly, the sorrow changed to a rage filled howl; sending out a burst of freezing air throughout the entire building. They, like Jasper, demanded justice for their fate. Demanded revenge. Only the children and their parents would be spared.

Everything marked with ~ is (c) Scott Cawthon and is directly from FNAF 2
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