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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 now things go straight to Hell.

Chapter Fifteen: An End

Shit had really hit the fan but he still had a job somehow. Not that this place would be staying open for much longer. The machines were dangerous and one of the employees was dead. Another was missing and suspected to be hiding somewhere in the building. Needless to say, he did not relish being here. Yet, he found himself drawn; like a fly to honey. Taking his now familiar seat, he waited for the call he knew was to come.
~“Hello, hello? Hey, good job, night 5! Um hey, um, keep a close eye on things tonight, ok?” came the voice after a couple rings, knocks already sounding in the vents to both sides.
“Um, from what I understand, the building is on lock down, uh, no one is allowed in or out, y'know, especially concerning any... previous employees,” the recording continued, earning a small snort.
“And yet someone has to be here, right? A scapegoat for anything else?” Fritz spat out bitterly, eyes catching a shadow down the long hall in front of him.
“Um, when we get it all sorted out, we may move you to the day shift, a position just became… available,” the person informed, causing sharp anger to burst into life.
“A position became available… Really…? A man dies and that’s all it is to you people?! Just a face that’s easily replaced!” he snarled, gaze shifting to the gauge for the music box. It was already almost empty.
Heart stopping, he hit the button while the spiel continued, unaffected by his outburst. “Uh, we don't have a replacement for your shift yet, but we're working on it. We're going to try to contact the original restaurant owner. Uh, I think the name of the place was "Fredbear's Family Diner" or something like that,” came the next bit of information that deepened his fury. They were pawning off all responsibility. Pinning it on a man that was long dead. Not that the public knew that.
“It's been closed for years though, I doubt we'll be able to track anybody down,” the recording stated, confirming his suspicions.
“You fucking sons of bitches,” he hissed, startling when a cover for a vent landed on the floor with a loud crash.
“Well, just get through one more night! Uh, hang in there! Goodnight!” the call concluded before silence finally fell.~
“Yeah, one more night. Because you guys are shutting down to try to re-brand. To shift blame and hope no one notices,” he ground out as he slipped on the mask. Yet, nothing came from the now open vent. In fact, the entire place was far too quiet.
Keeping the mask, he picked up his flashlight and shined it around. He only saw shadows. One of them almost seeming human. A little giggle to his left nearly made him drop the torch. Whirling, he saw Balloon Boy staring up at him from mere inches away. Mouth dropping open, the mascot let out a hiss of air through its nozzle as a burst of static came from the hall. Heart pounding, he tried to pay attention to the animatronics as well as the guage for the Prize Room. Despite just filling it, the round circle was nearly drained.
Swearing, he hit the button just in time; the rotten scent of the head he wore swirling around him like a miasma. Gagging, he fought his urge to tear it off, watching in horror as Toy Bonnie stuck his head out of the left vent. A loud thunk brought his attention back to the corridor, cold terror filling him when he saw mangle and the silhouette of the original Foxy. “Poor thing… Those tricks not working any more?” taunted a too familiar, feminine voice from behind the vulpine animatronic. Gulping in breath, he shook his head while backing away. In his horror, he forgot about the Prize Room and a haunting tune filled the room he stood in.
A pale, mask-like face slowly phased out of the darkness, the body behind it darker than the abyss around it. Red eyes flashing, it floated forward as Fritz found himself frozen to the spot. Every nerve inside him was screaming for him to flee but he couldn’t move. It was as if he was being held in place by an invisible force. “Worried you will die this night? No, we have further use for you,” cooed the voice of a deranged child when the thing was mere centimeters from his face. Then it was touching him, pain exploding in his head before he passed out.

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A lone figure sits in the darkness, eyes glued to a flickering TV screen. Stubble coated normally bare cheeks and dark bags rimmed tired orbs. Groaning, Will sat back; trying to ignore this whispers around him. The dark, slumped shapes of half finished mascots. It was all over. Letting out a bark of laughter, he got to unsteady legs. The place that had murdered his daughter was dying itself. If her vengeance was finally reached, he didn’t mind losing the source of his work.
Clanking slightly, a few of the more finished animatronics shifted. As if disagreeing with his joy. Glaring at the silent machinery, he simply turned off the television before heading up the stairs. Once there, he locked the door behind him and headed into the living room. Taking a seat on the couch, he stared up at the ceiling while tears welled up in his eyes. His Elizabeth… Was she now inside Circus Baby? Was she delegating any of this?
Finding the paint above him held no answers, he shut his eyes and did his best to ignore the pounding beneath his feet. Soon, this would all be over with. Soon, her soul would be at rest and those things would be quiet. Soon, the entire franchise would close for what it had been party to. Smiling to himself, he turned on his radio on full blast. Drowning out the noise from below and the emptiness of the house. The terrible void his daughter had left behind.

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From all around him, there were knocks and thuds. Even a few noises from the vents. More than once, he could swear he saw a pair of eyes staring back at him. Usually, he was grateful for the distraction this job provided. Now, he was once again fearing for his life. With how the building was made, it would be impossible to get out easily. Swearing to himself, Jeremy flipped a switch for Funtime Foxy. As per usual lately, she was missing from the stage.
Reaching for the shock button, he was stopped by scratching on the opposite window. Whipping his head around, he saw the dark shape of something pressing against the glass. Something shaped like a child. When he blinked, however, it was gone. Licking his lips, he again reached for the switch when he heard giggling echo through the room. Awash in a cold sweat, he crawled into a vent in front of him.
While it would take him closer to Baby’s room, it was also a safe place to hide. His only hope was that it still held true. Making his way into the tiny room, he crawled into a cubby just under the viewing window. Sliding a metal door shut, Jeremy held his breath and waited. Something he didn’t have to do for long. Within seconds, the door hiding him began to slide slowly open. In a panic, he scrabbled at the end of it. His heart nearly stopped when it kept opening despite his best efforts. “How adorable, you think you can hide. You think you are safe,” taunted the same little girl’s voice. A voice that awoke horrible memories within him.
“Go away!” he screamed, using all his strength to pull his cubby shut once more. His heart dropped when it started to slide back despite his muscles straining.
“Oh no Jeremy. We’re destined to become such great friends!” the child sing-songed, yanking the metal out of his grip so hard, a few of his fingernails ripped off.
Letting out a strangled yell, he pulled his hand up to his chest; panting while his eyes scanned the darkness in front of him. A pair of eyes flashed red briefly, followed by more giggling. “I’ve been so lonely since the day you murdered me. We all have,” the voice chided, a slight edge to it now as a dark shadow slowly moved forward. Backing against the back of his hiding place, he began to shake his head.
None of this was happening! It was just a bad dream! If he just closed his eyes, it would all go away. Closing his eyes, he counted to ten; the eerie silence giving him some hope. When he opened them again, he let out a strangled cry. There, nose to nose with him was the perpetually smiling face of Circus Baby. As he watched, the painted metal split apart to reveal the complicated endoskeleton underneath. “Don’t worry though, this will only hurt for a second! Think of it like going to the doctor,” assured the girl’s voice. Then it was lunging, the metal of its face clamping around his skull and filling his world with pain.

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While he placed down the phone, Roy took his head in his hands and glared at the desk in front of him. Two guards missing, one being his son. His niece was also gone, no sign of her inside the property or in her home. It was all falling apart, several parents calling for the shut down of all his restaurants. Letting out a bitter laugh, he leaned back in his chair and glared up at the ceiling.
If he had listened to Rose, would any of this have happened? Would he be struggling financially and on the brink of bankruptcy? Would all those children have died? He would never know the answers. Sighing, he knew he would have to downsize, maybe go back to the older animatronics. With luck, that would be enough to get people off his back. Maybe he could recover something out of this fiasco. Maybe he could rebuild after the heat had died down.
Without Rose, though, he would have to hire on someone to make sure the old machines were kept in working order. Picking up the phone, he punched in a number. For endless moments, the phone rang. He was just starting to think the man wouldn’t answer, when the line was picked up. “Will? I have a proposition for you,” he began.

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Work started immediately. All the toy animatronics were dismantled and destroyed. Only the plush versions were left. The only strange part had been the real originals were just missing. ‘Jasper’, Bonnie, Chica, Foxy and even Fredbear. Despite tearing the establishment apart, no sign of the machines was ever found. Frowning slightly at the news, Roy vaguely wondered if Rose had sold them and run off. Yet, he knew better. As strange as it was, she considered them family. Yet, these mascots couldn’t just disappear either.
Overseeing while the crews set up the band and cove, he felt just a small bit of foreboding. Despite the fact parents were already praising his actions, something felt very wrong. As if the darkness now haunting this place was waiting for an opportunity. Shaking it off, he left once the men were finished. After all, with Jeremy missing, the ghosts had no reason to be angry any longer. Right?

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It was dark, alone figure shuffling toward the closed off pizzeria. With no care for the locked doors, it phased through and into the abyss within. Around it, several dark figures gathered. They were going to open this place again. Try to re-brand it. None of them could allow it. Tomorrow, a new hire was taking over the night shift. Together, they would do all in their power to make sure this place died once and for all. That this cursed house of death would be forgotten and buried. Smiling at the female across form it, the gathered group began to laugh. It was time to party.

~ Everything marked is from Five Nights at Freddy’s 2 and (c) Scott Cawthon.
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