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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: Next few chapters will have time skips. Mostly to get the story along. Each chapter will be a year. (There’s only so much I can do by writing bout job chores. Ultra exciting)

Chapter Five: Year One

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Month One~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

To say there was tension would be a severe understatement. While Rose knew why she was afraid, she couldn’t say the same for Jeremy. Ever since the day he had come from the back pale as a sheet, he was acting almost paranoid. While he was out of Rob, his eyes would be wandering over to dark corners, like he was expecting to see something there. Maybe he really had met ‘Jasper’. Yet, why had the odd animatronic shown itself to him? Was there more going on than the thing simply feeling neglected? Did it have anything to do with the awful images it had filled her dreams with until Scott had found her? She sincerely hoped it didn’t.
Those dreams had seemed to be told through the eyes of the child, the point of view being much closer to the ground than she was used to. As far as she could tell, she had been hiding; a voice off in the distance calling for her. Saying it was going to find her. Yet, it was all wrong. While the body she seemed to inhabit felt excited, she felt a deep seated sense of dread. Like something awful was about to happen. Then the tablecloth she was hiding under had been lifted, a pair of glowing eyes blinding her. The rest happened in a blur. A blur of blood, screaming and a deep sense of betrayal. Needless to say, she had been rather shaken up when she woke up.
Still, at least he wasn’t showing anymore of his worrying behavior. The smile had been wiped off his face and he seemed almost afraid to make eye contact with the kids. A fact that confused her but she was honestly grateful for. Yet, the animatronics seemed to keep an even closer eye on him than before. When they weren’t performing, their glassy gazes were fixed on the costumed employee. It was like they knew something she didn’t. Unfortunately, she didn’t think she could get much from them. Between their glitchy voice-boxes and limited vocabulary, it was near impossible to get good information from them.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Month Three~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Fitz seem a bit… twitchy lately?” came a question that startled Rose out of her daydreams. Jolting slightly, she looked up at her fellow employee with hazy, cerulean eyes.
“Huh? What were you saying?” yawned out of her, the circles around her eyes more prominent than they had ever been.
Tilting his head slightly, Scott sighed before resting his hand over hers. “More importantly, are you okay?” murmured the older man, the harsh lights reflecting off his sandy colored hair. Sighing, the exhausted woman gave her friend a weary smile.
“Haven’t been sleeping all that great these nights…,” husked out of her, her voice a dusty croak that made her reach for her glass of soda.
Sighing, the temporary night guard shook his head. “I can see that. If you needed to rest, you should have told me. We could always have lunch some other time,” he admonished gently, his own blue eyes glimmering with deep concern.
“Nonsense. With the hours Roy has us on, its a wonder we get any time off as it is. On top of that, you’re my best friend besides the machines and I barely get to see you,” she pointed out after she had taken a hearty sip of her beverage.
Blushing, the man across from her rubbed the back of his head before he cleared his throat. “Still, if Foxy knew I got you sick I don’t think he’d ever forgive me,” came a confession that made her heart stutter in her chest. Did he know they were alive like she did or had it been some offhand comment? With Scott, it was honestly hard to tell. The times she had seen him with Foxy before his debut, it almost seemed like pair had been communicating. Still, that didn’t mean she could afford to expose her secret. Not when she would be seen as insane.
“Don’t be silly,” she tried to play off, slightly testing the waters for his response.
“I’m quite serious Rose. The nights you work overtime… He always seems so worried. Following you around like a little puppy,” he informed, the words making her heart come to a grinding halt in her chest.
“The cameras honey. But that wasn’t the first time I saw them move. However, there’s been something that’s been worrying me,” Scott continued while her panic gradually died away.
Going slightly pale as he licked his lips, the blonde seemed reluctant to continue as he eyes shifted away from hers. Without him saying it, she could already guess what he was talking about. ‘Jasper’. Its behavior was anything but normal, especially with it lacking any means to move itself. “The Jester mascot,” she murmured, watching as he shuddered and nodded.
“I knew about it but I had never seen it move before. Not like the others. Something happened to it. It almost seems… evil,” whispered out of him, terrified eyes shifting around. Almost like he was paranoid about the thing listening. With how odd the being’s behavior was, it wasn’t a strange thing to be worried about.
“I know… And we don’t seem to be the only ones who know about it. Fitz has likely encountered it too. He’s been so jumpy lately, a dangerous prospect while he’s wearing Rob’s costume,” Rose sighed, finding little use in hiding what was going on. In fact, it felt better to have someone to share the insanity with.
“It gets worse. The night that kid disappeared, I thought I saw a child run into the kitchen. With the animatronics moving around, I played it off as one of them. Now…,” Scot informed, his words making the fine hairs on her arms stand on end. Just what the Hell was going on here?
“Any way the footage was recorded?” she asked, dreading the answer. When the man across from her shook his head, she felt her heart drop into the pit of her stomach.
“You know your Uncle is to cheap to put any tapes in the cameras. He figures having a live feed is good enough,” came the response she had expected. Unfortunately, this also meant nothing else was ever likely to be saved for evidence. Still, what did it all mean?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Month Four~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sitting in the back room, repairing the older versions of the band on the stage; Rose hummed a soft song to herself. While she could feel the cold eyes of Jasper on her, she found it easy to ignore him. Since the first two encounters, the odd animatronic had yet to show himself to her again. Still, she could feel its presence. While she wanted to ask what it wanted and why it was suddenly so active, she knew she wouldn’t get much of a response out of it. It couldn’t speak beyond the chilling laughter it was able to let out. At least the hulks that were left of her friends were good company and seemed to keep an eye out for her.
Even Fredbear, letting out an occasional chuckle while his eyes shone at her. While he had no voice box either, she wasn’t surprised by his ability to continue to make sound. The only one that was completely still was the slumped form of poor Rob. His wires hung freely from the open gaps in his arms, his once golden fur turning a distressing shade of green from the mold growing all over him. It honestly broke her heart but there was nothing she could do for the old mascot. All the spare parts were allocated for the others. Besides, it seemed like he was no longer necessarily alive.
Just thinking about it filled her with guilt. She had no idea Roy would neglect the old mascot so badly. Yet, she still felt foolish for thinking anything else. If she had come back here to check on him before he had started to rot away, maybe she could have preserved him like she was doing with the others. Walking over to the heap of rusting metal, she placed a hand on a slumped shoulder while the others she had been working on came to see what she was up to. She was utterly taken off guard when the animatronic made a few, horrific noises before its head lifted and its eyes flickered to life.
Jumping back, Rose could only stare while the abandoned mascot did its best to move its mouth. Due to its joints being firmly rusted together, the circuits meant for movement began to make an unpleasant squealing noise. “Easy! Easy Rob! You’ll only make yourself worse. Just… just hang on! I’ll get some oil and steel wool. You guys, try to keep him awake and calm,” she ordered before getting to her feet so she could sprint to the Spare Parts room. Foxy, who had been standing outside the room to keep watch, was right on her heels.
“Rob woke up. I have to do what I can to help him. I can’t just allow him to die,” came an explanation while shaky hands opened a door.
“Aye m-matey,” buzzed a mechanical voice from behind her, the animatronic vulpine grabbing what it could with the hand it had. Then, the pair was heading back to the ailing machine.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Month Six~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Rob became her secret project, helping her forget about the strangeness that was Jasper. Jeremy, on the other hand, seemed to be growing more paranoid every day. What was worse was the way he was starting to look at some of the children. While he hadn’t done anything to harm any of them, it seemed like it would only be a matter of time. It was something about his body language. It set off all the alarm bells inside her head. Unfortunately, without any proof of wrong doing, her uncle was extremely unlikely to listen to her concerns. Especially since he and Jeremy got along so well.
It wasn’t lost on her that the two of them would go out for drinks every night. Or the fact that Roy was often a lot more patient with the new recruit. It almost made her wonder if there was some connection between the pair that she wasn’t seeing. Sighing as she moved into the room where the decommissioned animatronics were kept. The best she could do was force herself to think about other things. Like the fact thet she had at least gotten Rob’s jaw to move after a lot of work. Still, there was nothing she could do for the mess that was his voicebox.
Like Fredbear and Jasper, he was doomed to be silent but that didn’t seem to stop him. He was able to let out a warped version of his laugh, sending goosebumps dancing up her arms every time it happened. At least the golden furred rabbit wasn’t angry at her, seeming honestly relieved to be finally getting some maintenance. There was also the fact that helping him was improving her already exemplary standing with the animatronics. The older versions of the mascots seemed much more affectionate than before, giving her a hug in greeting as soon as she opened the door. It was almost like they considered her to be part of their family at this point.
Even Rob wasn’t angry with her, just seemed happy to have what life he had saved. And, while he couldn’t really move due to the damage to his gyros as well as the rust, he still seemed to enjoy being touched. It had been so long since the mascot had seen anyone that she couldn’t really blame him. Still, she couldn’t help but apologize to him every time she saw his slumped figure. It would take a long time before she was able to fully forgive herself for not making sure he was actually dead. For allowing him to suffer as long as he had.
There was also something else. Jasper. For some reason, the Jester animatronic kept following her around. As if it was trying to figure her out and was having no success. What was worse was the dreams kept getting more and more vivid, almost seeming like she was living them out herself. On top of that, during the nightmare she felt a deep sense of foreboding. A sense of being hunted that left her paranoid when she awoke. Yet, the thing seemed to be growing more friendly towards her. Like she was slowly earning its trust through the amount of care she showed to the machines. Just recently, it seemed like it was trying to communicate. As if it was trying to tell her something. Even weirder, it seemed to be about Jeremy.
Its hatred for the newbie was becoming more and more apparent simply through the fact it wouldn’t leave him alone. While it never came out of hiding around Fitz, Jasper went out of its way to make his life a living Hell. It would tip over the mop bucket or shove the poor guy while he was wearing Rob, a fairly aggressive action given the fact the costume was full of springs that were under extreme amounts of pressure. If even one came loose, it would likely kill the person wearing the outfit. It almost seemed like Jasper had a grudge against Jeremy for reasons she couldn’t even begin to comprehend. Unfortunately she had no way to ask the mysterious machine what was going on. On top of the lack of voicebox, it likely wouldn’t explain itself to her in the first place. The best she could do was continue with her daily routine and do her best to try to ignore the oddness.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Month Eight~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Gripping his head in his hands, Jeremy clenched his eyes shut while he did his best to block out the voices. Or, to be more precise, the singular voice that had been haunting him non-stop for months now. “Shut up,” hissed out of him, his voice strained while his fingertips dug into his scalp. The only response he got was insane laughter echoing down the passageways of his mind, driving him that much closer to the ragged edge of going insane.
“Just leave me alone! I didn’t mean to… it was all an accident!” he protested to the empty room, gritting his teeth as the laughter morphed into something else. Something sinister and taunting.
Growling low in his throat, he punched the wall of his tiny room; huffing in and out while his dark eyes glared at the dents. At last, this seemed to quiet the strange noise rippling through him like nails on a chalkboard. “Just… just leave me the fuck alone already. You have no idea what I’m going through. Besides, what does any of this matter? You’re dead, alright? There’s nothing I can do about that,” whispered an unsteady voice, hoping to placate something lurking in the shadows. Unseen, three pairs of red eyes flashed in a dark corner of the room. As if in response to his murmured words.
Whistling while the keys to the pizzeria jingled in her hand, Rose unlocked the door to enter the darkened building. As she made her way toward the first light switch, she saw the pale face of Jasper appear in the gloom in front of her. Licking her dry lips, she paused her hand; despite desperately wanting to turn on the light and banish the odd animatronic. “Are you… okay?” whispered a shy squeak, sounding more like a mouse than a grown woman. The ghostly visage with painted tears simply gave a slow nod before floating toward her, the bits of it that were white standing out in clear relief.
“Then, is there anything I can help you with?” she gasped out, thankful that her voice sounded a bit stronger than before. Another nod before metallic clanking came from down the corridor.
Knowing full well it was Foxy, Rose called to the mechanical vulpine that she was alright. Last thing she wanted was for Jasper to be frightened off. Not when it felt like they were finally beginning to communicate. Seeming confused, the forgotten mascot floated down so its empty sockets met hers. Then, ever so faintly, a young child’s voice came from the grin that had been carved into its mask-like face. A voice that said “Help…,” instantly making all the hairs on her body stand on end. Before she could press the issue, she heard two voices behind her; making her instinctually turn to see who it was. Seeing it was her uncle and Jeremy, she turned back to face her strange companion; only to find that he was already gone.
Perplexed, Rose simply turned on the lights before Roy had the opportunity to yell at her for not doing so already. Thankfully, Foxy had also moved back to the Cove; eliminating another of her worries. Not paying any attention to the men, she simply moved into the party room to start her day. Whatever was going on would have to wait until after work. They had a fuller schedule than usual today. She had to be ready for anything, including the inevitable increase in mess as well as puke. It was like a rule that kids make as large a mess as possible while they were here.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Month Ten~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Staring at the invitation in her hands, Violet couldn’t help but feel excited. This would be the first time she had ever been invited to a party. Not only that, but it was being held at Fazbear’s Family Diner; one of her favorite places on the planet, She had begged to go there every birthday, even had a plush toy of each animatronic. The only one she didn’t have was Foxy due to him being so new. Despite knowing she would still be out of luck, a huge part of her hoped there would be some this time. Of all the animatronics, he was her favorite. Often, she spent most of her time in the Cove long after the assigned show was over.
To be honest, it almost felt like the huge machine was alive; seeming to smile at her once everyone was gone. One time, when she was sure no one else was looking, she had reached out to pet him. As soon as her hand had met his soft, red fur, there had been a soft, purring noise that startled her at first. Yet, she had felt no need to pull her hand away. Instead, she had hugged the artificial animal before hearing a call of her name. Since then, she had secretly hoped to see him move. Maybe then, she could officially ask him to be her friend. Just the thought of it made her feel excited from the simple fact that she would have a secret all her own.
Gathering her jacket, the young girl sprinted out of her room; the pink dress she had chosen by herself rustling with her movement. Chuckling, her mother bent to give her dark hair an affectionate ruffle before grabbing the present off the table. A gift the young girl had also insisted on wrapping herself. She was getting to the age where she was wanting to be very independent, no matter the result. Still, Miranda could only feel pride for her headstrong girl. When she got older, she would no doub
t break her share of hearts. “Ready Miss Violet?” she inquired, doing her best to treat her eight year old like a lady with a straight face.
“Indeed mother,” came a forced, sophisticated tone that was far beyond her young age. Fighting back a snicker, the matriarch led the young girl out into the bright sunlight.
Tinny, cheesy music, the smell of cheaply made pizza, stale popcorn and soda. The mechanical band swayed drunkenly, their stiff joints moving while the songs came from their flapping jaws. It wasn’t exactly Disney level but you would never know it by how enthralled the tiny audience was. The all too brief performances were the only time the hellions were still as well as silent, giving the chaperons and parents of the birthday child a much needed reprieve. Needing some time to be their own age, the adults would strike up conversations amongst themselves; allowing the man in the golden rabbit costume to keep an eye on the rest.
Letting out a deep chuckle, the chipper mascot made his way from table to table; serving pizza to the eager children. None of them were aware of the pair of crazed, desperate eyes that watched from within the costume. Eyes that were moving to Violet. A girl so young that was trying so hard to be an adult. A girl that seemed to be heading his way with a huge grin on her cherub-like face. “Rob! Its been so long since I’ve seen you! Can I have a hug?” she gushed, forgetting all about the fact that she was supposed to be a lady due to how excited she was. It was almost like she was greeting an old friend.
Kneeling so he was eye level, the golden rabbit opened his arms for the child. With musical laughter, she ran into his embrace. As soon as she was close enough, her expression changed to curiosity as she listened to the whispering coming from Rob. Slowly, ever so slowly, a large grin curled her lips before she was giving the lapine a gentle hug. Running off to join the other children, she spared one last glance behind her; giving her second favorite a tiny wave. Tonight, her wish would come true. While it wouldn’t be with Foxy, she wasn’t about to turn down an opportunity to have a secret adventure with one of the Fazbear Friends. It would be all she could do to keep her anticipation to herself.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Later That Night~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A tiny, crumpled figure, three shadowy forms in the gloom. Six, red eyes flashing briefly before a tall, slender silhouette began to float forward. A hand with four, spider-like digits reaches out to touch a soft cheek; a quiet, mechanical song beginning to play. Mechanical clanking echoes in the empty room, drawing the hidden being to turn to face the newcomers. More eyes flicker on in the darkness, the red light giving the entire scene a surreal feeling. Then the points of light all centered on the small bundle, becoming like a blood tinted spotlight.
With a few clanks, Foxy came forward; scooping the child into his faux fur coated arms. Lifting his head, he met the red gaze of the Mannequin. After a few moments, the thin machine gave a slow nod. Slowly, the others enclosed Foxy and the child. Eventually blocking them both from sight. When they dispersed again, only the mechanized vulpine was left; jittering in place while its mouth yawned open in a silent scream; a girl’s voice coming from the depths of his mechanics.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Month Twelve~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Two months, the poor girl had been missing and Roy was doing everything he could to divert suspicion from the restaurant. Still, the incident wouldn’t matter since the entire franchise was due to change names at any time now. Once that happened, any of the events that happened under the old name would be simply lost in the legal shuffle. It was disgraceful but there was little Rose could do to stop it. She had much more pressing matters to worry about. Like the fact that Foxy was acting very strange lately, bordering on unpredictable.
Most of the time, he was his normal, protective self. But, every so often, she would catch him staring at her with his mouth open in a menacing manner; his eyes strangely dark. There was also the fact that, just a few days ago, an unpleasant smell had started coming from him as well as Jasper. It almost reminded her of the stench of rancid meat. It was only working on the remains of Rob that was helping to keep her safe amongst the increasing madness. The strange malice that seemed to be pouring off Fitz certainly wasn’t helping either.
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