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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: Rose meets with the Marionette. Should be interesting.

Chapter Four: Stare into Madness

Ticking of a clock echoes easily off concrete walls, the faint sounds of a child crying mixing with much louder music. Music that sounded like it came from a Jack-in-the-Box. Pressing a spindly hand on a wall, the thing that used to be a boy slid into the nothing between. A place where you could watch without being seen. A place where your physical limitations did not matter. It did not know why it was doing this, only that it must remember. It must remember why it was so angry. Why it felt so betrayed. Why it felt such a burning need to do something about it.
So it watched. It watched the children playing with the animatronics and felt a need to join them. It wanted to laugh. It wanted to sing. Most of all, it wanted to know why it hated the color purple so much. Why it wanted to harm the grown-ups but protect the children. Why was it alive? It couldn’t ever remember being so before. Not to mention these feelings didn’t feel like its own. Fumbling at its chest in the empty nothing, it was shocked to feel something warm nestled inside it. Something young. Something that had once been alive but was no longer. Closing its eyes, it allowed its mind to drift so it could communicate with whatever this was was inside it.
Out of the corner of her eye, Rose noticed her friends were shifting around a lot more than they normally would. Every now and again, they would look at a wall or a vent; eyes shining red briefly. Unfortunately, she couldn’t really do much about it. It was time for Scott to take over as night security and she had done all the cleaning that had been needed. Giving the trio on the stage a hug each, she moved off in the cove to say goodbye to Foxy. She didn’t see the almost spider-like figure drop out of the ceiling.
Spindly limbs held up an equally thin body, red points blinking on in the inky gloom. Tinny music began to play, sounding like a wind-up music box but a bit more eerie. Straightening, the strange shadow giggled when the three on the stage turned to look at it. One by one, their mouths yawned open as they began to move toward the thing. “N-not h-her,” stammered out of Freddy, brows lowering into a frown while faint clanking came from the hall outside the party room. The thing only giggled before flickering out of existence again.
Flipping on the light inside her exceedingly humble house, she felt an odd reluctance to go any further inside. As ridiculous as it was, some instinct was warning her against being here; a feeling she had never felt before. Not even when Mr. Bedian had given her this place. It had always felt safe, a place she could relax and just be herself. Somehow, tonight was different and she didn’t really know why. Pushing the oddly cold sensation aside with great difficulty, she entered her living room; unease shooting through her when an icy feeling settled over her flesh.
Licking suddenly dry lips, the min wage employee felt her heart pound against her ribs when the lights blinked out behind her. Red circles that so resembled her friends’ eyes appeared in front of her but she had a feeling that whatever this was, it wasn’t any of them. Suddenly, there was a tinny, deranged laugh followed by music you would hear in a baby’s nursery. Yet it was twisted somehow, giving chills rather than any type of comfort. “Uh, h-hello. You must be someone I haven’t met before,” whispered a small voice that sounded so much like a stranger that she came very close to looking around for the other person. The only response was more of that laughter, sounding a bit like a mischievous child.
“I’m sorry if I s-sound a bit scared but… well… I am… I don’t mean any of you any harm. In fact, I consider many of the others my good friends. I see no reason why we couldn't be the same,” Rose continued, feeling more apprehension the longer there wasn’t a response.
The crimson points of illumination tilted slightly before there was just a child singing. No words, just a simple tune that made the fine hairs on her arms stand on end. When a hand landed on her shoulder from behind, she came dangerously close to shooting through the ceiling. It certainly didn’t help that said appendage was metal. “M-matey,” stuttered a robot voice in her ear, filling her with instantaneous relief. It was Foxy, the one animatronic she had been allowed the build by herself from parts left over by Fritz. Of all the mascots, she felt the deepest connection with him.
“B-be… s-s-top-p-p kssshrt,” came a broken command from just behind the vulpine machine.
Finally, whatever had been waiting for her there simply allowed the lights to come back on. Of course, it was long gone but she wasn’t all that bothered by this fact. Slipping to her knees, she felt tears of fear leave her while her body shook all over. She had never felt such malice before. Yet, under it, there was confusion as well as sadness. Whatever she was dealing with was extremely dangerous and wasn’t to be underestimated. Covering her face while uncontrollable sobs left her, she leaned into the furred machines that wrapped their arms around her.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The Next Morning~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Staring up at the cartoon version of Fredbear on the cheerful sign, Rose felt a shudder roll through her. Since last night, she had been reluctant to come back here. Something about the thing that had visited her felt wrong. It had also felt angry. Rubbing the chilled skin under the purple t-shirt the company forced them all to wear, she reluctantly reached for the handle of one of the glass doors that lead into the darkened building. Like most mornings, she had beaten both Roy and Jeremy here. This meant she would be here alone for at least an hour.
Shaking off the urge to flee, the young woman forced herself to walk into the eatery; flicking on the light switch in the entry. She nearly fled right back outside when she saw all the animatronics lined up in front of her. Swearing while she took a few breaths to get her heart to restart, she gave the machines in front of her a weak scowl. “Really, after what I went through last night. You’re going to do that to me?” grumbled out of her, her tone more playful than scolding.
Jerking slightly, the quartet at least had the grace to look ashamed before motioning in unison that they wanted hugs. Foxy in particular seemed eager, a strange look in the singular golden eye that was visible. Rolling blue eyes, she moved to her favorite Captain first. When a cold nose nuzzled into her neck, she let out a gasp of shock before looking up at the robot. A strange whirring noise came from deep within the fox’s mechanics, emulating a computerized purr. It almost seemed like he had been worried.
Smiling up at Foxy, she backed out of his arms to move to the others. None of them seemed put out by the fact she had hugged the vulpine first. They simply accepted her affection before shambling off to their appointed spots. In a few hours, it would be time to let in yet another wave of children. More than likely, one of them would vomit. Some vindictive part of her hoped it would be on the new guy and that it would be full of nasty chunks. Maybe then, that creepy smile would leave his too pale face. A smile that made her look forward to the day Scott would be back on dayshift. She didn’t know how much longer she could put up with the other guy. Not to mention the fact that she wanted him away from the children as soon as possible.
Sweeping up around the stage, she saw a brief glimpse of something that made her blood run cold. For the briefest of moments, she could have sworn she saw blood on the ebony surface. After she blinked, however, it was gone; making her wonder if she had just lost her senses. Leaning against the one part of the wall that didn’t have a poster, she closed her eyes for a moment to regain her composure. Yet, no matter what she did, there was an underlying tension in the atmosphere. Not to mention she thought she could smell something coppery. Almost like… Shaking herself, she got back to work.
Rose had been so absorbed in what she had been doing that she had no idea that her Uncle and Jeremy had arrived. At least until the greenhorn had placed a hand on one of her shoulders. Feeling a bit like her soul had come out of her mouth, she whirled around to glower at her ‘trainee’. “If you have nothing better to do than to scare the shit out of me, you can go sweep up the cove and make sure everything is ready,” growled out of her while her heart did its best to beat its way out of her sternum. Giving her a salute, the grinning man wandered back out of the party room; making her shudder slightly.
Soon, the pair was working hard; making sure there were plenty of tables as well as plates and party hats. They were having one of their higher profile regulars here today and Roy wanted everything perfect. The family had been having birthdays here since Fazbear’s had opened its doors so it was easy to see why. “Alright Fitz, let’s get that blasted costume on you again. Rob is a big favorite on the floor,” Rose commanded, ushering her purple clad companion into the back. It was a routine she had been through many times and today would be no different. Hopefully, none of the kids would go missing this time.
Unbeknownst to them, the two humans were being watched. Two shadows lurked in the corners of the room. Shadows that had no right being there but you wouldn’t notice unless you were looking out for it. Shadows that weren’t even remotely human. Shadows that possessed red eyes and seemed to shimmer in and out of reality. Accompanying these strange figures was something else. Something hidden deep in the spaces unreachable by the human eye. A thing that was unnaturally thin. A thing that was just beginning to remember what it used to be and how it had become what it was now. A thing that recognized Jeremy and hated him.
Yet… the other. The other was forbidden to it for reasons it could not comprehend. The other wore purple too. Why were they not as guilty as the one who had… who caused this to happen? Why was the other being protected? It would watch. It would understand. It would stay out of things for now. There was something about the other that its fellows liked. Something that made them consider the other a friend. Especially given how much trouble it had gotten into for its harmless visit last night. It had been treated like it had killed the other when it hadn’t even harmed a hair on the other’s head. There was also the fact that the other had made no move to hurt it either.
Maybe… maybe the other was not like the beast. Maybe the other really was a friend to all of them. If that was the case, why was the other helping the creature? Why did it appear that they worked together? Would the other help the beast to kill more? Would the other animatronics become like it did? Its thoughts were interrupted by a fresh flood of children, filling it with a deep fear. Yet, the other only seemed interested in making sure they had a good time. The other made no move to get any of them alone, unlike what the beast had done to it. If it could frown, it would definitely be doing so now.
Despite the light atmosphere, there was a very slight, dark feeling clinging to the edges. Even the band seemed to feel it, their singing a bit more halting than it normally was. Every so often, one of the trio would look at one of the corners of the room but she would see nothing when her own eyes strayed there. In all honesty, she hoped it didn’t haven anything to do with what had happened to her last night. She’d had a hard enough time just falling asleep after that little visit, let alone the nightmares. Just thinking about them made her shudder.
They had been twisted, dark things. Full of blood, children screaming and flashes of chilling imagery. Flashes of knives, smiles full of teeth and a golden rabbit that had a man’s head inside its own. It all felt very scattered, almost like the memories of a young child. Because of that, she had awoken highly unsettled and reluctant to come in to work for the first time in her life. Not to mention the fact she was more than a little frightened of her visitor. Back in the days of Mr. Bedian, the character had simply been known as ‘The Jester’. He had been deemed too scary for the kids and shelved before he had a chance to make it to the stage. She had only seen him once, giving him the name Jasper due to feeling sorry for him. As far as she knew, no sound equipment had ever been installed in him. Not even a voicebox.
Needless to say, this made the fact that it had laughed even creepier. She had no desire to run into ‘Jasper’ again, even in the daylight. Heaven knew what he would do to her. He certainly didn’t seem to like her, which she couldn’t blame him for. While the others had been cared for to the best of her abilities, he had been left to rot; much like Rob. It wouldn’t surprise her to find out he was angry at her. Still, why was he moving around now after decades of just laying there. Had something happened to trigger it? Worst of all, did it have anything to do with the missing child?
Shuddering, she forced her attention back onto ‘Rob’ and the children. Thankfully, all of the kids had stayed in one group today. This meant that they would move to the Cove as one and there would be no chance of any of them being left with Jeremy. While she didn’t like to think he was capable of doing anything to a kid, she couldn’t ignore the gut feeling she had about the guy. He was just plain weird and she would feel a lot better once the work day was over. Yet, the end of the day would leave her with all new problems.
She technically still had to clean, as did her new partner. At least she wouldn’t be alone in the shop. While it wouldn’t have bothered her normally, she had a feeling tonight would be different. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it but there was something about the atmosphere today. Something a bit menacing and more than a little scary. Something that felt a bit like the dark being that had visited the other night. Something that made her skin prickle and filled her with an instinctual need to flee. Even now, she longed to hide behind the trio on the stage.
Looking towards the mechanized band, she allowed the sounds of the kids being served their pizza to fade into the background. To her shock, they were staring directly at her; as if they knew what she had been thinking. Freddy even gave a very subtle nod, obviously trying to tell her something. After their intervention yesterday, she had a fairly good idea they were trying to tell her they would protect her. Smiling at her friends, she felt her heart buoy just slightly. Just knowing they cared about her as much as she did them filled her with warmth.
Mouthing a thank you, she turned back to the room in front of her. Next, the kids would head to the Cove. This meant it was time for Jeremy to change out of his costume. Next would come a few hours in the arcade and the inevitable fight to get the children back out the building. The more wily ones hid in the ball pit, where they knew no grown-up could get to them. Though, eventually, they could be lured out with enough bribes. Bribes that more than likely went as unfulfilled as the threats never to bring them back here again. It was all just part of the routine but it never failed to amuse her. Some of those kids could get quite inventive in how they tried to get away.
Some even utilized the tube systems, taunting pissed parents from the clear orbs that overlooked the room. That one had to be her favorite. Those kids had almost always been through all the bribing before and were a lot less likely to come out. It also took more than empty threats. All too often, desperate parents would call her in as a last resort. Thankfully, she was authorized to use extreme means to get the kids out. Usually, this meant offering a plush or one of their high powered squirt guns. Showing them the goods was all it took to sucker the child down. After that, the kid was banned from using any of the playground again. Mostly due to the fact that luring them out again would be next to impossible.
Moving in the back to help the newbie remove Rob, she was dismayed to find the unease from earlier had gotten much worse. It was so bad, it almost felt like the temperature had dropped several degrees. Looking around on instinct, she felt the hair on the back of her neck raise when she saw something moving through the shadows. Licking her dry lips, she followed Jeremy into the room they used to change; helping him carefully remove the bulky head. Just as she got it off him, she saw a shadow move in the back. A shadow that suspiciously resembled Bonnie. Shuddering, she placed the costume on the shelf as quickly as possible before practically running out of the room. She had run so fast, in fact, that she had left Jeremy behind.
Scratching his head, the new hire simply shrugged. He hadn’t been here long enough to really form an opinion of Rose. Still, so far, she seemed more than a little bit odd. Not unkind. Just a bit.. strange. Then again, weren’t they all? Shaking his head, the young man got to his feet to leave. That was when he got the oddest feeling. The feeling that he was being watched. This wasn’t the first time either. Those damn animatronics… Since day one, they had made him feel uneasy. It almost felt like they hated him, a notion that was ridiculous. They were machines. They didn’t have any feelings. Still, sometimes, it was harder to shake off that feeling than he would like to admit. Not to mention the feeling that they… knew.
A metallic clank from the back made him jump, dark eyes widening while he backed toward the door. Not taking his eyes off the darkness that ate up the back half of the room, he had the most horrible feeling that the door would simply be locked. So, when the knob turned, he took his opportunity and ran. He never saw the two pairs of red eyes flash in the inky void. He never heard the laughter that would have been all too familiar too him. He never felt the extreme drop in temperature while malice began to pour from the mass of darkness.
Getting a head start on the sweeping, Rose was a bit surprised when her trainee came running from the back. The paleness of his face suggested he had seen something that had disturbed him greatly. “What happened to you? See a ghost?” she asked, having a nagging feeling in the back of her head he had just had a visit from ‘Jasper’ as well.
“What? Oh, no… Just… No…,” came a response that had her raising a brow. Still, if he didn’t want to talk about it, she really couldn’t make him.
Shrugging it off, the young woman decided to just leave it alone. Besides, whatever had happened had finally wiped that ever loving smile off his face. He actually looked a bit scared instead of looking like he was about to do some horrifying thing. It almost made her thankful to the odd little creature she had encountered last night. Chuckling softly, she shook her head before moving on to mopping the stage. This crop of kids had been surprisingly well-behaved, leaving a minimum amount of mess in their wake. It almost made her want to pinch herself to see if she was dreaming. Tonight would be a fairly easy one for once.
As soon as the last kernel of stray popcorn was swept up, Jeremy was fleeing like his ass had been lit on fire. Not too keen on being left alone but even less willing to leave without saying goodbye to her friends, Rose stayed behind. As soon as the front doors swung shut, she really wished she hadn’t. Immediately, a chill filled the air while the fluorescent bulbs above her flickered wildly. Staring up at the ceiling, she instinctually backed toward the stage; seeking safety from the trio standing there. So, when she bumped into something rather solid, she had to bite back what would have been an extremely loud scream.
Turning around, she saw her friends had come down to back her up; moving in a jerky manner to stand by her side. From the sound of the metallic thuds coming from down the hall, Foxy was also coming. Instantaneous relief filled her just knowing they would support her. Still, she had to restrain herself from running to the vulpine robot that opened the door. As weird as it would sound, he was the one she felt safest with. Maybe it had to do with the fact that she had built him with her bare hands while the others had been sourced out after Roy had taken over. At least the outer shells. He was too cheap to replace the endoskeletons themselves.
As if sensing her thoughts, the furred pirate quickly closed the distance to stand directly behind her. Just in time too because that was the exact moment the lights went out. Breathing in sharply through her nose, Rose did her best to swallow down her fear. A feat that wasn’t easy, especially when a pair of eye flashed in the abyss the room had turned into. This was soon followed by the same laughter from last night, sending a chill skittering up her spine with tiny claws. The quartet tensed, going into protective poses that did worlds to help her feel safer.
Out of the gloom, a spindly figure gradually became visible. It was, indeed, Jasper. Just like she had thought. Still, seeing him in silhouette wasn’t doing much for her frazzled nerves. “Jasper, if that’s you, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to just leave you in the back for all those years,” she began, hoping against hope that would placate the machine. Bulbous head jittering in a sickening manner, the jester animatronic flew toward her. Lacking any endoskeleton or mechanics, its limbs were limp like a marionette’s. This illusion was only helped with how it moved like it was controlled by a demented puppeteer. As its pale face came out of the shadows, she saw something that gave her a start. There were now painted tears on its laughing face. Tears that certainly hadn’t been there before.
Empty eyes seemed to study her, a vaguely rotten scent coming from its cloth body. Fighting the urge to back away, she simply met the unused mascot’s vacant sockets. “N-not th-th-the s-same bzrshh,” intoned Freddy’s voice to her right, making her jump slightly.
“What? What do you mean not the same?” husked out of her before the thing was grabbing her upper arms with thin hands. Eyes rolling back in her head, she passed out while nightmares filled her consciousness.
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