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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: More surprises in store this chapter. If you don't like fan theories based on games, this fic isn't for you and you should probably stop reading now. If you're hoping for some animatronic/human sex you are going to be sorely disappointed. This fic is going to be sex free with implications of child molestation.

Chapter Two: Security Detail

Roy closed and locked his front door with a grunt, drawing the curtains over the windows by the door. Once he was satisfied, the obese man waddled slowly into his living room. His beady brown eyes immediately went to his large living room window and a fine sheen of sweat slowly appeared on his forehead. A look of almost abject fear on his jowly face, Roy reached forward with a pudgy hand and rapidly pulled the curtains shut. A shaky, guttural chuckle leaving him, the barrel shaped, squat man shook his head at his own stupidity.
A sudden flickering of the lights made him tense for a few seconds until it stopped. His piggy eyes flicking around in an almost paranoid manner, Roy stood in the middle of his living room as if waiting for something. The next few moments seemed to stretch into an eternity as nothing seemed to happen and he found himself beginning to relax despite himself. Just as he was about to write it off as an electrical fluke, the entire room was plunged into absolute darkness.
Tinny, familiar music began to play, making his skin prickle when a deep laugh echoed from somewhere down the hall. “Shit,” hissed out of the obese man, his heart racing while a cold sweat coated his pallid skin. That was when a pair of eyes flickered on in the darkness, the glow from the bulb also illuminating blunt teeth.
“Ah, I w-was just joking about replacing you and your friends. Really. And, uh, sorry 'bout them kids messin' with your friends,” he groveled, a faint wheezing coming from him while he backed away. For a few, horrible moments, the apparition was getting closer.
Then with a flicker and another laugh, it was gone and the lights were back on. Clutching his heart, Roy glared at where the thing had been. He didn't care what he had said, those things were being dismantled as soon as he could do it. The new models were more kid friendly. Already, the new Fredbear was going over well. The other redesigns were likely to go over just as well. The only problem was the fox. It would have to stay while he had Rose make one that matched the others. The only reason he couldn't just dismantle it was the fact the kids already seemed to love him. The fox could be a huge draw. Tomorrow couldn't come soon enough for him. At least he would be able to replace that damn chicken.
Groaning, Rose opened her eyes to see figures hunched over her. Gasping as she remembered last night, she backed away from the hulking bits of machinery until her back hit a wall. To her surprise, none of them moved. They simply opened their eyes, making confused noises as they took in her frightened form. Creaking loudly, Foxy began to straighten in a jerky motion; waving with his one normal hand. “S-so it wasn't a dream,” whispered out of her, her heart thudding in her ears as she took in her friends. Friends she had considered inanimate up until last night.
Jittering slightly, Chica nodded her head like it was on a rusty spring. Then, one by one, they were shambling out to the Pizzeria; likely in an attempt to get back to their appointed spots. Rose could only follow, still feeling a bit stunned. Still, she had a job to do and she had little choice but to brush it off and continue onwards. Besides, who would really believe her. So, with a wave to the machines, she went to check the back for packages.
Just entering the delivery bay was enough to make the fine hairs on her arms stand on end. It was dark and just felt… off. Not to mention the fact that this was where they staged the new animatronics that were still going through safety testing. Already, they had Bonnie as well as Fredbear but the model they had been sent was the wrong color. They'd had to get a new one, leaving this one in the delivery bay. Though, there had been talk of Fredbear getting a cousin or brother just to use it. Roy hated wasting money.
Moving past the shadowed machines, Rose made her way to a tall box, dread filling her as she took in the cardboard monstrosity. It no doubt contained Chica, one of the less popular characters and much easier to replace than Bonnie or the newly made Foxy. It still amazed her that Fredbear had been the first one to get a replacement ordered and was the first one to be replaced. It was almost as if Roy was afraid of the golden colored bear, a notion she would have simply shaken off before last night. Now, she wasn't so sure. Now, she thought her Uncle knew far more than he was willing to say.
Pulling out the purple handled box cutter she had been given when she first joined the 'family', she cut through the tape; shuddering at the sound it made in the stillness. Once that was done, she was pulling open the front to reveal a more plush-like version of Chica; matching the others that had come in. “Hey there. Wish we were meeting under better circumstances. I'm sure we'll get to know eachother soon. Just wish I didn't have to leave you here in the dark,” she greeted, just like she had the others. It was a ritual she had always followed simply because she regarded these things as her friends. Now, she did it on the off chance these new machines were alive as well.
Still, when she heard a faint creak from behind her, she felt her heart leap into her throat. She didn't know these animatronics as well as the old ones. There was a good chance they wouldn't be as friendly toward her. Turning to look at the sound, she heard a gut wrenching clunk come from the replacement for Chica. Unease turning into outright terror, Rose turned back to the chicken; letting out a quiet squeak when she saw the yellow covered machine leaving over her with its beaked mouth slightly open. “Ah! I mean no harm, really! I just… I just want to be friends…,” wheezed out of her as she became aware of a presence behind her.
Turning her head slightly, she saw the brown version of Fredbear staring down at her with oddly curious eyes. “F-Fazbear F-family…?” choked out his much newer sounding voice box, sounding much more friendly than the ones installed in the current animatronics.
“Guess you could call me that… D-do you guys somehow know me?” she tried, her heart still racing despite the sense of danger fading away.
“C-can bzzrt s-ssseee… o-older…,” screeched the broken, yet familiar voice of Bonnie from behind Fredbear. Blinking, Rose did her best to puzzle out what that broken phrase could mean while the replacements for her friends simply seemed to examine her.
“Can you… can you see through the eyes of the older models?” she tried, feeling slightly encouraged when they nodded in unison; the movement much smoother in these models.
“G-good grown-up. Ksh bzzz zrttt n-nnot like.. fshhh crackle crack zzzbrrrrR-R-…,” Chica tried, seemingly unable to get the last part out. Yet, the long time employee could make a fairly good guess what the facsimile of poultry was trying to say.
“Like Roy… Is it because he's replacing the older models?” whispered out of her as she took in the odd creatures. She was surprised when they shook their heads.
Before she could ask anymore, the door to the bay opened; revealing her Uncle. Beady eyes glaring into the darkness, he made an impatient noise when he saw her standing amongst the mascots. He only smiled when he saw the newly unboxed Chica. “Glad to see you weren't just playin' around with these things like usual. Get her ready to replace the one upfront and get ready for the kids,” bit out his gruff voice before he was turning to leave. Rose could only do as he asked, grateful for the fact that she no longer had to move the machines on her own. Still, having an explanation ready just in case Roy saw them was probably advised.
Soon, she and the faux fur coated machine were wandering down the hall; heading to the large room where the stage was. Looking at the raised platform where the older machines stood, she felt a fair bit of apprehension about being the one to introduce the replacement. While her friends had never really been violent before she'd found out they were alive, there was no telling how they would react now that she did know. Now that they didn't have to hide their true nature around her. Still, some part of her was hopeful that she knew them as well she thought she did.
Over the years with them, they had been some of her closest friends. She had repaired them countless times, making sure they never got rusty or worn out. Just the fact that the originals were still working was a testament of her skill with the wrench. It also helped she had been taught all she knew by the creator and original owner, Mr. Bedian. She always had a sense the feeling was mutual. Today would be an unintentional test of just how well she thought she knew the machines. “Hey guys! This is the replacement for Chica,” she announced to the trio heading the stage.
A series of creaks and groans came from the animatronics as they turned to face her, the old version of Chica tilting her head to one side. Moving up onto the polished platform, the replacement stood toe to toe with its outdated counterpart; the pair almost seeming to communicate without words. Then, with an unsteady nod, the original began to make its way off the stage; heading to a hidden back room where they kept the old version of Fredbear. Deciding not to ask, Rose moved off to set up for the day before unlocking. If her friends weren't bothered, then she wouldn't be either.
Watching as the kids filed into the party room, Rose couldn't hep but keep an eye on the new guy Roy had brought in this morning. While he was supposed to be on night duty, he was taking over temporarily for one of their day guards. A man that had been with the company nearly as long as she had. To have this newcomer taking his place made her a bit nervous. Still, Scott was sick and they didn't really have a choice. Besides, she had been put on watch duty for him for a reason. She was the most experienced employee and would be there if he needed help.
Movement from the door leading out to the hall to Pirate Cove drew her attention and she felt her heart sink when she saw Foxy's attendant peeking around the door. Jaunty parrot dangling from his right shoulder and eye patch on his left eye, he looked like he'd stepped off the deck of a pirate ship. Once he saw he had her attention, he was waving to her frantically with a black gloved hand. Sighing, Rose made a motion to the new guy before heading to see what he wanted. “One of the kids got sick. We need a clean up,” hissed in her ear, only adding to her horrible day.
As soon as she was gone, three older kids near the back began to gather just a bit closer together. “Looks like she's finally gone. Think we can get the geek before she comes back?” hissed one of them while the others kept an eye out for any sign of her return.
“He's not even paying attention to us. Look at him staring at those silly machines,” grumbled another while the third just looked uncomfortable.
“While he's a spaz, he's still my brother. Just… don't get too crazy?” he tried, eyes shifting to the bespectacled boy entranced by the mascots.
“Don't worry about it Will. Little Mikey boy will be just fine,” assured the first boy, green eyes gaining a mean glint.
Staring up at the animatronics he had come to see as his only friends, the youngest member of the Afton family felt something tug hard on the inside of him. He could still see the nightmares far too clearly in his head, fangs replacing the blunt teeth of the golden bear leading the forefront of the robotic band. It only helped a little bit that the bear and bird had recently been replaced by models that more resembled the toys he had at home. Shuddering, he found himself almost afraid of the animatronics for the first time in his short life. All of a sudden, he regretted begging his brother to take him here in their parent's stead.
All he had wanted was a happy birthday for once. A birthday that kids actually came to and had fun at. Fredbear's Family Diner had seemed perfect. Even if none of the kids that had come here had come for him, he would at least have Fredbear and the others. Now, he didn't even have that. Backing away from the stage, Mike squeaked when he felt his back his something rather solid. Feeling behind him with tiny hands, he felt terror shoot through him when he found fur under his chubby digits. Craning his head up, he saw the golden face of Rob Rabbit. A character that had been replaced on the stage long ago. The pizzeria was just too cheap to buy a new costume for Bonnie.
Hearing the faint creak of steel springs, Mike found his eyes tracing the hinged jaw of the dead eyed costume. With an unholy sound of rusted metal screaming, the mouth slowly opened and a tinny voice issued out of the horror's mouth. “Happy Birthday! You should have some delicious pizza,” advised the robotic voice, sounding like the voice box had been beaten severely with a baseball bat. Biting back a scream, the boy shook his head; backing toward the stage. Thankfully, the lumbering mascot soon moved off; leaving him with the ones behind him.
“Hey Mikey, Will says you really like these robot things. How would you like to see them up close?” hissed a suggestion that chilled the child's blood as he turned to see one of his older brother's friends. Boys that were supposed to be helping watch the others. Then he was being lifted across two shoulders, the one in the lead pushing his head toward the flapping jaw of Fredbear.
Doing her best to keep her swearing to a minimum, Rose blew her dark hair out of her face as she mopped up the last remnants of slightly used cake. Seriously, if the kid had felt sick; why had he eaten two more slices. Not to mention the normal popcorn and soda mess that littered where foxy had stood just moments before. A sharp, shrill scream broke the stupor that had settled over her, adrenaline dumping into her system as she ran towards the room where more screaming was coming from. Flinging open the doors to the party room, she saw a sight that both horrified her and turned her stomach.
Kids were running from the stage in a huge wave, three older boys gathering around a much smaller figure on the stained carpet. Seeing blood coating Fredbear's face as well as most of the polished surface of the stage, she felt a sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach. It certainly didn't help that the program was still turned on, the singing and dancing of the mechanized mascots making the scene even more ghoulish. “Back up, give him room,” came a demand that didn't sound like her as her body moved her toward the cause of all the mayhem. When she saw the dazed gaze of the mangled boy staring up at the ceiling, it was all she could do not to vomit.
There was an obvious bite wound around the circumference of his skull, the head itself looking unpleasantly flattened and deformed. Blood oozed out of the teeth marks in his forehead as well as his stretched, cracked skin, eyes staring blindly. The worst part was, the child was still breathing. Looking up frantically to see where the new guy was, she felt her blood boil slightly when she saw him just watching. As if this was the most fascinating thing in the world. “Call 9-1-1 Jeremy!” she called out, pulling off her purple uniform jacket and beginning to tear strips from it.
Unnoticed, the band slowly ground to a halt; a strange clunk coming from inside Fredbear while blood dripped from his lower jaw. Unseen, the blood that had splattered onto the stage was slowly absorbed by the shadows of Fredbear and Bonnie. Cocking his head jerkily to one side, the ursine robot's eyes flashed red for a second. Whispers began to murmur amongst the machines, unheard over the noise of Rose trying to save the child's life.
Watching as the paramedics wheeled away the covered body of the boy, Rose felt numb on the inside. She had done everything she could but it it seemed like the child was likely to never regain consciousness. The paramedics had gotten him breathing normally but there was likely irreperable brain damage. Even if he survived, he was likely to be brain dead. Of course, the parents had to be called and they were righteously furious. Roy was already making promises of replacing the band with the model that had replaced Chica. Promises of replacing Fredbear altogether. Still, all she could feel was just numb.
Staring at the machines, she felt something inside her break at the possibility that they had attacked a child. That she would even consider them capable of such a heinous act. Just seeing the blood drying on Fredbear's teeth was enough to make her come close to vomiting, a sour taste lingering in the back of her throat as she thought about the clean up. Clean up that would happen after both parents and police were nice and paid off. The thing that unsettled her most was the new guy. He had little to no reaction to what had happened, simply watching as they lifted the tiny body and carried him out. It honestly chilled her blood.
Suddenly, there was a mop in her hand; a coarse whisper in her ear drawing her out of her stupor. “Get it cleaned up while I get them all out of here. I also want you and Jeremy to dismantle the animatronics and get the new ones in place. Especially Fredbear. We'll start work on rebranding before we outright change our name. Don't want to be associated with the death of that child after all,” Roy murmured, a fairly gleeful light in his mean eyes while his goateed lips sneered. Glaring at her Uncle, Rose simply pulled away before giving the man a piece of her mind.
“Roy… I have always struggled to consider you family but tonight is an all new low for you. A child has been maimed here and they might not even survive. If Jeremy here was watching things, why didn't he do anything to stop it? You could also at least try to seem worried for that boy. Instead, you almost seem happy,” she hissed, feeling more hate for the man than she ever had in her life as she stomped toward the stage.
Before she could get very far, she felt an iron grip close around her upper arm; drawing her attention to the only family she really had left in the world. Lifting his upper lip to bare his teeth at her, the much taller man yanked her close to him; anger shimmering in his dark eyes. “Listen here you little…,” he began trailing off when there was a bone-chilling creak from the platform behind her. It sounded like all the band members had moved at once, the way her Uncle's gaze shifted making her skin faintly tingle. When he lost all color in his fat face and dropped her arm, she felt her stomach drop through the floor.
Turning slightly, she saw the trio all looking at Roy; their mouths yawning open. For just a moment, it seemed like their eyes had flashed red. Then, as if they noticed her fright, they slumped; their bodies moving in a jerky motion that emulated shutting down. Licking her dry lips, she turned back to the man behind her. He was sweating profusely, backing away from the mascots like they might try to kill him. “Just… just do as I asked. We have to act before one of those parents gets it in their heads to sue,” he blurted, backing out of the party room to leave her with Jeremy.
Frankly feeling creeped out by the new guy, Rose decided to make him move the new machines out of the delivery bay. While he was gone, she would have the others move to the back. As much as she hated to do it, she was just an employee. She had to do as she was told, even if she disagreed with it. “Alright newbie. You got get the guys from the delivery bay. Roy should have showed you where it was during the tour,” she ordered, feeling a slightly slimy sensation on her skin when he grinned at her and nodded. Then he was heading into the hall, the air almost seeming to clear once he was gone.
Even the animatronics felt safer, despite what had happened. Rubbing the bridge of her nose as she let out a small whimper, she nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt something land on her shoulder. Turning her head, she saw the still blood coated Fredbear looking down at her. “What happened?” she whispered, dreading the answer the mechanical animals would give her.
“O-older-rrrr b-boyyszzt. P-put child i-in m-m-m-m-my mouth,” came the broken response, both surprising and enraging her.
“You mean he stood here while those three older boys lifted that poor child and put his head in your mouth?!” spat out of her, disbelief mixing with outright disgust. The trio of machines nodded. Then Fredbear was shuddering, his mouth moving while his speech box stuttered and threw static.
“R-r-r-ro-r..kssshhrt,” he tried, unable to get the name out like before.
“Roy?!” He was here too?! Just what the Hell is he getting at,” she hissed, reaching up with a rag to carefully clean the face of her friend.
Yet, even as she cleaned up and followed the machines into the back, she knew there was nothing she could do to prove any of this. There was no video feed, just the confessions of some machines no one knew was alive but her. Yet, she suspected her Uncle knew too. The way he was acting around them made her suspect as much but she didn't have the courage to bring it up. “I just wish it wasn't just my word against his. There's nothing I can do here but continue to follow orders and you guys did nothing to deserve being dismantled. Not to mention the entire company,” she whispered, watching as two members of the trio made their way into the hidden room; seeming happy to be reunited with Chica and the decommission Fredbear.
When they simply nodded and gave a wave, she allowed a bitter smile to grace her lips. “I'll come visit, I promise. I won't let you rot like Rob,” she assured, shutting the door and locking it with a final sounding click. Heading back to the party room, she wasn't surprised to see Jeremy just getting started on setting up the new Bonnie. Heading over, she made sure assembly went smoothly; the pair working well into the night. By the time they were done, it was three in the morning.
A pair of eyes watched the door to the restaurant, waiting until they saw the two employees leaving. With a grunt, the large man was out of his vehicle; heading toward the door to unlock it. Moving toward a room hidden in the back, he intended to make sure Fredbear would never be able to move again. Him or the older version of him. Besides, there was no reason to keep either of them functional. Not when he could finally take the opportunity to make the franchise really his.
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