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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.

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Author’s Note: And another chapter up. I hope all of you enjoy.

Chapter Thirteen: Rising Power

Why, oh why was he here for a third night? It was only getting worse the longer he stayed. Was it some sense of duty? Did he just want to prove he could stand up to these sentient machines? Whatever it was, he was certain it was going to be the death of him. Heaving a shaky sigh, he took his normal seat, flashlight already in hand. As if sensing his arrival, the hated phone range shrilly; nearly making his heart halt in his chest. This time he made no move to answer, unsurprised when the message clicked on by itself. ~“Hello hello! See? I told you you wouldn't have any problems!”came a far too cheerful greeting that had him snorting through his nose.~
“What are you people trying to pull,” he muttered under his breath while the spiel continued.
~“Did...uh... Did Foxy ever appear in the hallway? Probably not. I was just curious. Like I said, he was always my favorite,” the recorded voice yammered on as if trying to start a rapport.~ Knowing he was in for a long night, he switched his focus to the monitor with the music box icon on it. Already, the sucker was ticking down. Almost as if the things were eager for blood.
~“They tried to remake Foxy, ya know? Uh, they thought the first one was too scary, so they redesigned him to be more kid-friendly and put him in Kid's Cove,” the message continued, the man making it having gone off on a tangent that frankly astounded Fritz.~ How could anyone like any of these horrors? The only reason this place was still open was the fact the public had no idea what this place was like after dark. As if to emphasize his point, some clanking came from down the hall in front of him.
~“To keep the toddlers entertained, you know... But kids these days just can't keep their hands to themselves. The staff literally has to put Foxy back together after every shift,” the tangent continued, something in the spiel finally catching his attention.~
~“So eventually they stopped trying and left him as some 'take apart and put back together' attraction. Now he's just a mess of parts. I think the employees refer to him as just ‘The Mangle’,” came a part that made his blood run cold.~ That pink thing had been… Foxy? Then what had that weird fox been at the end of the hallway? Had his mind been playing tricks on him?
~“Uh… Oh, hey, before I go, uh, I wanted to ease your mind about any rumors you might have heard lately. You know how these local stories come and go and seldom mean anything. I can personally assure you that, whatever is going on out there, and however tragic it may be, has nothing to do with our establishment. It's just all rumor and speculation... People trying to make a buck. You know…,” came the next statement that caused concern.~
What rumors? What was happening in this place? Groaning, he wished he had asked around before accepting this job but it hadn’t seemed dangerous at the time. After all, what could happen watching a fucking children’s restaurant overnight? As if to answer his question, a child-like giggle came from down the hall, making all his hair stand on end. “Uh, our guard during the day has reported nothing unusual. And she's on watch from opening til close. Okay, well anyway, hang in there and I'll talk to you tomorrow,” the recording concluded before clicking off and leaving poor Fritz with echoing silence.~
“Fuck, was he talking about Rose? Is she aware of what’s happening here?” he whispered, jumping when he heard a clang from much closer. That was when he noticed a shadowy figure in the corner of the room.
Out of instinct, he reached for the Freddy mask and slipped it over his head. Like all the other times, it smelled faintly of rotting meat and felt more than a little claustrophobic. Keeping a finger on the button that would wind the music box, he tried to focus his eyes on the thing. It almost looked like the balloon dispensing animatronic. Its eyes were glowing a vicious red, another giggle leaving its voicebox. That was when a noise came from one of the vents to his left. Turning his head, he saw Toy Bonnie looking up at him through the small passage.
Heart thudding against his ribs, he swung his light in a vain effort to get it to go away. After all, he remembered something about them being sensitive to light. Maybe it would cause the thing to shut down. For a few moments, it seemed to pause. Then it was backing back into the vent. Turning back to the balloon boy, he saw it had disappeared. Whatever was happening, it seemed almost supernatural. And it was only getting worse and worse. What would happen tomorrow night?
Removing the mask, he checked the cameras after a glance at the prize corner. Toy Chica appeared in the Party Room, staring at the camera with her mouth hanging open. Behind her, Toy Freddy flitted in and out of frame. “Fuck, they’re getting more active. They almost seem agitated,” he whispered, goosebumps rising on his skin. It felt like they were hunting him, stalking toward him. Coordinating their movements so they could eventually overwhelm him. All he had to protect himself was a mask, his flashlight and a vague set of pre-recorded warnings.
Mouth dry, he quickly gazed at the music box indicator; only to see it was nearly empty. Pressing down the button rapidly, he felt himself break out in a cold sweat. He could have sworn it was full just a few seconds ago. Was the thing hiding in the giant present making it go down faster? At that moment, a loud clank came from the opposite vent. “Holy fucking shit,” he hissed out, slamming the Freddy head on just into for Toy Chica to climb out.
Twitching like an electric current was running through it, the horror stood up with its mouth gaping open. Slowly, it came closer; eyes turning black like a shark scenting blood. Not even daring to breathe, Fritz prayed to whatever God was watching that he would live through the night. After what seemed like an eternity, the mascot backed off; disappearing into the vent on the other side of the room. These things knew he was here. They were just waiting for him to screw up. The worst part was that no one outside this place would ever believe him.

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The newly dubbed ‘Mike’ narrowed his eyes while the lights over Ballora flickered. After a few moments, they went out entirely; leaving him with a bad feeling. He would have to crawl through the vent that led to the ballerina’s area. An animatronic he had delighted in giving ‘corrective’ shocks. All of a sudden, he found himself regretting a few of his decision. But he couldn’t allow the lights to stay off. So, gathering what courage he possessed, he crawled into the claustrophobic space.
After a torturous crawl, he found himself in a pitch black room with only his flashlight for illumination. Thankfully, the mascot was more attracted by sound than light. He would just have to keep an ear out for her music and stop moving when she got too close. Following the island of light to the other side of the room, Jeremy could faintly hear something almost out of a little girl’s music box. It seemed to circle around the fringes of his sight while he walked, getting ever closer.
Soon, he had to stop; holding his breath while the song came from mere feet away. Despite him halting in place, Ballora continued to come closer. She couldn’t see but he couldn’t stop himself from turning off his flashlight. Even holding his breath. Then it went unsettlingly silent. No movement. No music. Just darkness. Only the sound of his heart pounding in his ears. Then he heard a small giggle right in his ear and it took everything in him not to let out a screech of horror. He only started breathing again when he heard the music much further away.
Continuing to creep forward, Jeremy eventually made it to the door that led to the electrical systems. As well as a whole new set of problems. Heading inside, he shut the door behind him and grimaced as the broken wires arced with electricity. In front of the cables was the control panel for the various rooms above him. To the right of it, on a lowered platform was Funtime Freddy; Bon-Bon secured where his right hand should be. “Why the fuck does this thing have to be right here,” he hissed out, keeping his flashlight fixed on the inactive animatronic.
Like all the others, it was known to move and act hostilely toward employees as well as parents. Hence why several shocking systems had been installed in the mascots. If they needed to regain control, they could. Unfortunately, they didn’t think to include a button for the panel he needed to use. Instead, there was a recording of a young girl’s voice saying soothing things. The worst part was, it sounded like the voice that sometimes came out of Circus Baby. A voice he had heard once before, when he had worked at Fazbear's. A voice he had silenced.
Heading to the panel, he looked down at the array of rooms. Over Ballora’s room was a blinking, red icon. Above the array of room was a small gauge to also caught his eye. It was labeled danger and it was rapidly rising. That was when he became aware of the sensation of being watched. Of a shadowed predator slowly approaching. Looking up, he felt his blood freeze when he saw the silhouette of Funtime Freddy revealed by a shower of sparks. It was off the platform and appeared to be playing a game of red light, green light.
Mouth dry while his heard thudded, he pressed down the button that would have the recording play. In an instant, the mascot was back in place. Taking that precious moment, he held his finger on the icon over Ballora’s Gallery. To his dismay, he saw a meter slowly begin to fill. He would have to maintain contact to keep the number going up. On top of that, the danger gauge was already filling. Swearing quietly, he lost his nerve at 50% and hit the button. Looking up instinctually, he felt his breath halt in his throat when he saw the purple and white figure of Funtime right behind the panel. This was made worse by the fact the recording only seemed to make it go part way back.
Pressing the button again, he felt just a bit better when that seemed to finally send the mascot back to its place. Praying to himself, he hit the icon yet again; holding his breath as the meter filled. Relief flush through him when it finally hit 100%. Then he was hitting the recording, sprinting for the door while it played. Not that he was any safer out in the Gallery. He would only be safe once he was back in his office. So, flashlight in hand, he made his way back as rapidly as he could. Thankfully, nothing happened and he was able to make it through the vent.
Yet, the office felt eerie. Like something was watching him. Pressing the lights for both windows, he jumped when he saw both mascots glaring in at him. Foxy’s mouth yawned open to show her sharp teeth while Ballora had her face opened to reveal her eyes. Without a thought, he hit the shock for both; grimacing as they screamed and twitched. They almost sounded like distorted children. Children whose voices haunted his dark dreams. Pressing the heels of his hands to his ears, he sunk down to the floor; sobbing when the sounds stopped.

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Staring up at the ceiling above her, Rose was grateful she would be released tomorrow. Despite everything, she felt uneasy being away from the restaurant so long. In a lot of ways, that place was more her home than her actual home. Some part of her even missed her friends, as dangerous as they had become. Though, she did wonder if going back was that great of an idea. Maybe it wasn’t too late. Maybe she could still rip away from the influence settling into the restaurant. But, that would mean abandoning the mascots to the spirits slowly taking them over.
Chewing her bottom lip, she found she had her answer. That it had been too late the moment she had started hanging around Mr. Bedian. Even though they were just machines, they were more her family than her actual blood. She would die for them and, with how things were going, she likely would. It was only another voice that drew her out of her dark thoughts. “Are you going back?” asked a question while her gaze moved to Scott. A man who had been bound to a wheelchair because of the animatronics but still loved the restaurant. A man who was just as caught as she was.
“I think you already know the answer to that. We’re both stuck. It has us. It had since the day Jeremy stepped through those doors,” she responded quietly, a somber expression on her face.

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Staring up at the sign, Roy grimaced. For once in his life, he regretted being such a cheap-ass. If he had hired more people, he wouldn’t have to be here to cover his niece’s shift. He never came here if he could avoid it. Especially after hiring Jeremy and children started to disappear. After that, the already creepy mascots turned into something almost predatory. It didn’t help that they seemed to hunt him while he was in the building. Far too often, he would catch glimpses of the things peeking around corners at him or even see them hiding in dark rooms.
Placing the key in the lock, he winced when he heard the tumblers turn. Then he was swinging the door open and staring into the abyss-like hallway. It was almost like the throat of a monster that was waiting for things to walk in. Shuddering, he made a move to step in when he saw something rushing at him. For a split second, his blood froze and he felt all the hair on his body stand on end. As it got closer, he saw it was the new hire.
Before he could ask what happened, Fritz was zooming past and getting into his car. With the scream of an engine, he tore out of the parking lot; leaving behind his confused and slightly terrified boss. Turning back to the corridor, he felt his stomach drop when he saw several pair of glowing eyes staring back at him. Fighting his instinct to run, he reached in to flick on the light. When it came on, nothing was there; leaving him more than a little unsettled. If it weren’t for the parties lined up, he would have just locked up again and gone home.
Gathering his courage, he stepped into the foreboding building and made his way to the rooms used for guests. Heading to the Party Room first, he saw the trio was in their proper places and nodded. Then he headed to what used to be Pirate Cove. As he poked his head in, the mess that was the ‘Mangle’ shifted ever so slightly. Jumping back, he let out a string of swears; doing his best to convince himself the machine was just settling. When it shifted again, he knew he would have to go check that something hadn’t gotten into the thing.
Mumbling swears under his breath, he slowly made his way into the room. As he got closer to the moving pile of cables and wires, he felt more and more like he was being watched. He could also swear he heard faint laughter on all sides. Almost like he was surrounded by children. Glancing around, he saw nothing and chided himself for jumping at nothing. “When Rose gets back, it won’t be soon enough. I’ve always hated these fucking things,” he hissed, edging closer. Soon, he was standing next to the mass of metal that had once been a mascot.
Leaning over it, he could just make out something that looked like… hair? Kneeling down so he could look closer, he suddenly fell back onto the tile with a scream. For just a second, he could have sworn he had seen a human eye looking back at him. “No way, there’s no fuckin’ way in Hell,” he hissed getting onto his hands and knees and crawling back toward the ‘Mangle’. Before he could get closer, a clawed hand was shooting out of the machine and grabbing him by his wattled neck.
The quiet laughing from before turned high pitched and deranged as the collapsed animatronic began to raise. The mouth on its fox head yawned open as its second head shook, seeming to emit the sounds. Sounds that should be impossible given the thing lacked a voicebox. Lifting him into the air, the abomination let out the cackle of a mad person, red eyes slowly blinking on around the room. Then, the things began to close in. Struggling in the metallic grip, Roy begged for his miserable life. Just as it started to lower him to its fang filled mouth, the front door opened with a ding.
Suddenly, he found himself on the floor coughing with the lights on. Mangle itself was back in its previous position. It was almost like nothing had happened. Hearing approaching children’s voices, he forced himself on his feet and a smile onto his face. Thankfully none of the kids noticed and the parents only showed very mild concern. If anything, they likely assumed he had over-exerted himself while cleaning in preparation. As he forced himself to stand close enough to supervise the children, he fought the urge to gag as the smell of rotting meat wafted over to him. Yet, none of the children seemed to notice. Only the parents.
Almost all of them appeared to be sniffing the air. Yet they still seemed only vaguely concerned. In fact, only a few actually came up to him to complain. The best explanation he could give them was something had died in the vents. After all, he couldn’t very well tell them the truth. That he suspected his restaurant was haunted because his illegitimate son killed a bunch of kids. Still, he couldn’t pretend it wasn’t getting worse. It wouldn’t be too long before these things killed someone.

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