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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: Another year passes and things start to get worrisome.

Chapter Six: Year Two

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Month 1~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Staring up at the marque above the restaurant, Rose couldn’t help but shake her head. Some part of her had honestly been hoping her Uncle wasn’t serious about changing a decades old business. A business that had been in the Bedian family since it had started. The only reason it had been passed to Roy was the fact the Mr. Bedian she had known had been unable to have kids. He had trusted Roy to care for the place, to keep the traditions he worked so hard to establish going. To see it all torn apart like this broke her heart. Her only solace was the fact that all the old animatronics were around in some manner. Even Fritz, who had been refurbished to Foxy.
Shaking her head, she opened the door to see the inside was being redone as well. Instead of a family diner, it was now beginning to resemble a cheesy pizzeria. It was then the recent menu changes began to make sense. Her Uncle was trying to become like a rip-off of Chees-E-Chuck’s, the very notion making her skin crawl. Soon, they would have an arcade full of ticket belching machines instead of the ball pits and fairly innocuous kids entertainment littered around. The small jungle gyms would likely be taken out for video games that would bring in more revenue. Just seeing the checker pattern going up on the walls made her skin crawl.
“Ah, Rose! Good to see you’re here early as usual. One would think you actually like this trash heap,” came the teasing voice of her Uncle, drawing her attention to the entry of the dining room. Fighting the urge to shoot him a glower, she simply shook her head before walking toward him. As much as she hated everything happening, she wasn’t about to leave her friends alone. Unlike her, they had no way of escaping; of fighting against any abuse. Poor Rob was enough evidence of what he would do if left to his own devices. So, when he wrapped a meaty arm around her should to pull her closer to his overweight body, she forced a smile on her face.
“Your good with those damn machines right? Think ya could make a Freddy costume out of some spare parts? We gotta replace that damn Rob costume before the change completely takes place. Otherwise, we’ll risk being associated with the old franchise,” cooed in her ear, something in his smarmy tone filling her with the need to get as far away from him as soon as possible. After how hard she had fought him about replacing Rob, this felt a bit like a trick. Like he was trying to give her a project to keep her out of the way during renovations. Still, it wasn’t like she had any real choice in the matter.
“You mean like I suggested many times before?” grumbled her sarcastic response, the best she could do given her circumstances. Instead of being angered or put off by response, Roy smiled and gave her back a few hearty pats; coming close to knocking her on her face.
“Why do ya think I’m havin’ you do it Rosie? I know I was neglectful to keep ol’ Rob around but there didn’t seem to be much of a point to change what was working. Now, with our whole business changing, we gotta get a new mascot. There’s no one else I’d trust to do it,” murmured his almost smarmy tone, making the fine hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. Something about this felt off, slimy in a way. Everything inside her was screaming at her to refuse, to just quit and never look back.
Instead, she shook her head while rolling her eyes. “Whatever you say. But Fitz will be on day duty alone. Are you sure that’s okay?” grumbled her only attempt at a protest.
“’Course! He’s been on long enough to know what to do. Besides, he eventually wants to move to the night shift. He’ll need to know all the ins and outs of the business. There’s also the fact we won’t have much business during the renovations. This would be the ideal time to learn how to handle things on his own,” came the handy explanation, filling her with a terrible feeling of dread.
After the odd behavior she had seen from two animatronics coupled with how they acted around Jeremy, she knew it wasn’t a good idea to leave him alone with the kids. She had the strangest feeling he had something to do with the disappearances but she had no real reason to feel that way at all. The only person that could back her up was Scott and he wouldn’t be here until the night shift. The only thing she could do was keep her protests to herself, simply giving a nod before she was heading into the spare parts room. Unfortunately, she wasn’t alone. As soon as she entered the hall, she felt the familiar presence of Jasper.
Fighting off the fear filling her from the malicious energy the animatronic gave off, she turned slowly, feeling her heart thud against her ribs when she saw the telltale red eyes appear in the gloom of poorly lit passage. Since not many guests came here, Roy felt no need to make sure it was well lit or well maintained. “Jasper… you and the others know what’s going on here don’t you?” she whispered, feeling even more apprehensive when the thin silhouette simply floated toward her. Bulbous head nodding, the strange being, wrapped a spindly hand around hers before pulling her down the hall. Instead of fighting, she allowed it to lead her; feeling even more uneasy when they approached the door for the delivery bay.
Looking back at her, the jester animatronic began to let out child-like noises; making her skin crawl as it opened the door to the pitch black room. A room where two pairs of red eyes seemed to be suspended, just staring at her. Making a motion that told her to stay where she was, Jasper moved into the room that looked to be more like an abyss. Unsure of what to do, Rose stood where she was; well aware of the fact that she was beyond any help from her friends. With so many construction people around, they couldn’t afford to walk around like they normally did. She was more alone than she had ever been. Still, she decided to trust Jasper. Especially if it helped her to get to the bottom of things.
All too soon, Jasper was returning; something truly horrifying following behind him. They looked like purple versions of Fredbear and Roy, dark, smoke like tendrils trailing from their twitching bodies. Parts of them seemed to shift into unnatural positions only to pop back to normal like nothing had happened. There was also the fact that parts of their outer shell kept splintering off in random spots all over their bodies, disintegrating into squarish shapes and disappearing only to be back in place. Feeling a bit like she was going mad, she could only stare into the dark maw of the ‘shadow’ Fredbear while it closed over her head.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The Night Shift~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Humming to himself while he walked into the restaurant, Scott was a bit impressed by just how much had gotten done during the day shift. Heading to his well hidden, temporary office; he swung open the door without a care in the world. As soon as he was able to see the interior, he saw he was not alone. There, slumped in his chair with his eyes glowing; was Fredbear. Feeling his heart come to a sickening stop, He forced himself to stay put while his entire body began to shake. With the wires and lines required for movement having been removed, there was no way it could be in his office. Yet, he wasn’t surprised to see the old bear. “Uh, h-hi Fredbear. L-long time no see,” he stammered out, wondering what on earth the silent machine could possible want.
Laughter came from deep inside the animatronic’s metal shell before the monitor he used to watch the camera flickered to life. There, in the party room, was a slumped figure that looked an awful lot like Rose. Surrounding her were two shadowy, purple colored figures that seemed to be exact copies of Fredbear and Rob. Hovering over her was Jasper, making terror rush through his veins. Without another word, he was running out of there; leaving the slumped figure of the Fredbear behind. A figure that disappeared as soon as he had turned his back. The only evidence it had been there at all were a few strands of golden fur, blown into the air by the gentle breeze of the fan beside the monitor.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Month Two~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

After being found unconscious by Scott, her Uncle had begrudgingly given her a couple weeks off. A fact that had made her more than nervous for the animatronics in the storage room. Not to mention Foxy, who had yet to be updated to the ‘more friendly’ style the others now had. Her only solace was the fact she had keys to the back door and the fact that Scott was willing to allow her to make sure her friends were well maintained. Especially after Fredbear had shown him where to find her and that she was in desperate need of help. An event she was still trying to figure out.
Every day she was on ‘vacation’, she had snuck in through the back entrance; spending most of the night working on Rob. Most of the rust was now gone from his joints and all the rotting wires had been pulled. There wasn’t much she could do for his rotting exterior shell either. Still, he seemed happy; always seeming to perk up as soon as she walked through the door. The only continuing problem was Foxy. He seemed barely in control of himself anymore, staying far away from her while giving her a mournful look. It was almost enough to break her heart.
Thankfully, she was back to work now and was able to spend some much needed alone time with her favorite mascot. Despite the fact he was wildly unpredictable, she wanted to be near him. At least long enough to figure out just what was wrong with him. It certainly helped that Roy had given her less hours to ‘allow her to build the Freddy’ costume. For now, Rob was out of the picture; giving Fitz a chance to actually learn what was expected of him. Now, instead of simply delivering pizzas and keeping a peripheral eye on the kids, he had to go back to helping clean as well as actually making sure they actually didn’t hurt themselves. No doubt he’d be very busy.
Glancing up at the vulpine machine on the stage, she found herself taken back to when she had originally found out all the machines were alive. An event that seemed so long ago after everything that had happened. “Foxy… I want you to know that, no matter what happens, I can never hate you or really be afraid of you. I don’t know exactly is going on here but I still trust you,” she assured, smiling up at the unmoving mascot. The only sign she got that he had heard her at all was his upper body leaning slightly toward her, his arms slumping at his sides.
“I just… wish you guys could just tell me without scaring the ever loving piss out of me. I can’t even remember what happened the night Scott found me,” she continued, walking over to one of the trashcans to empty out the dustbin.
“R-r-rob-b-b… k-kidszsh,” came a static filled response from the stage, immediately getting her attention.
Licking her suddenly dry lips, Rose asked a question she was fairly certain she already had the answer to. “Rob? Do you mean the one in storage?” squeaked out of her, only to get her a shake of the head. Despite knowing that would be the case, she felt nausea crash over her in a wave. That meant that all her suspicions had been right. That Jeremy had been… Clamping a hand over her mouth while her stomach gave a heave, she ran to the trash can she had just used; vomiting what little she had been able to force down this morning. All the stress had her stomach in knots, being found unconscious by the guy she had a crush on certainly not helping matters. What she didn’t know was the fact that Scott had left several things out about how he had found her. About how there were two animatronics he had never seen before standing on either side of her. Or how blood seem to be coming out of the mouth of the one that looked like Fredbear.
Once the wave was over, she slowly straightened while wiping the back of her hand over her mouth. “Christ. Fucking Christ… And there will be no evidence of this either, giving Roy no reason to believe me. I can’t even guarantee I can keep an eye on him once I’m done with the Freddy costume,” she gasped, her entire body shaking while her stomach twisted and turned. Feeling a cold sweat settle over her, she leaned into Foxy when he jerkily wrapped his fur covered arms around her. Taking comfort from the contact, she fought to ignore the rotting meat smell coming from him; let alone what it could mean when added to what she had just found out. If anything else happened, she would likely snap; running for home and never coming back. Not to mention the fact she would seek out some serious mental help.

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

Having secluded herself in storage so Roy wouldn’t constantly bother her about the progress of Freddy, Rose could only hope the animatronics were keeping an eye on things for her. With Fitz out there alone for most of the day, she felt more than a little nervous about another disappearance happening. Thankfully, whatever was wrong with Foxy seemed to have fixed itself. At least for the time being. Since their meeting in the ‘Cove’, he had returned to his old self. Yet, every now and again, it still felt like he was staring at her with his jaw agape. Shaking herself while working the needle through the brown faux fur, she forced herself to focus on her current project.
She only had the arms and one leg done, currently working on the last leg before she moved to gluing the faux fur onto the metal shell. Like Rob, Freddy would use parts from an actual animatronic to make the person wearing the suit look more like the mascots. Unlike Rob, she would use another means to hold the joints together that didn’t involve thick springs. Thankfully, she had found some spare wire that would work just fine and be a lot less dangerous. While she loved Mr. Bedian, she had to question some of his decisions. Sighing, she pulled one of the lower arm covers toward her so she could begin the honestly frustrating process.
She had to make sure to get the faux fur glued down as smoothly as possible. Any bubbles would mean she’d have to tear up to glue it down again until it was gone. Not to mention the fact she’d have to make sure no glue got on the fur. Any matted spots would mean she’d have to make an entirely new faux fur cover. The hardest part by far would be the head, having to look like Freddy while not having any of the metal parts inside. She wasn’t even confident about being able to pull it off but at least it would help keep her from thinking about things she couldn’t possibly control.
Three figures watched her from a reality that existed between realities. The two purple colored figures twitched in unnatural ways while the one in the middle watched the female. Of all the employees in this place, she was the only one the machines seemed to recognize. Given technological limitations, they could only really recognize who was an an employee and who wasn’t by the color of clothes they wore. Anyone wearing all purple obviously worked at this place. Everyone else was either a child or a parent. After observing her for a while, it finally understood the reason why. She was… unique. Something about her sang out, unlike all the other mundane people that came here. It might be what ended up saving her in the end.

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

Why couldn’t the bitch hurry up with the damn costume?! Didn’t she realize he needed it? He needed to be one of the mascots! It was the only way the children would get closer to him. It was the only way the voices would fucking stop! If only for a little while. Unfortunately, instead of getting better like all the other times before he had taken this godforsaken job, the voices were getting worse; more violent. It almost felt like there was something else growing inside of him. Something that was slowly taking over his soul. Something that was making his lips curl into a rictus of a grin if he didn’t pay close enough attention. It was another reason he needed the new costume, topping an ever growing list.
Letting out a laugh that sounded more like a scream, he ran his hands through his hair. For a few seconds, his blue eyes flashed purple; making him take a few steps back from the mirror. “No… I did not just see that. I just need another kill is all. It’ll all go away,” husked his crazed voice, echoing off the tile of his tiny bathroom. Laughter greeted his words, coming from the air around him while a darkness crept up behind him in the mirror’s reflection. Spinning around, he saw nothing but still had an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. Like something was lurking in the darkness of his apartment.

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

Staring at the ceiling, Roy found himself scared too get out of bed for the first time since he had been a boy. Silently cursing himself as a fool, he gripped sweat soaked sheets with piggy hands while he fought to gather the courage just to get up and go to the bathroom. He had committed many indignities in this bed but pissing it would never be one of them. He had more pride than that. Still, his body was reluctant to follow his command. A few weeks ago, he had started hearing weird shit in his house. Noises he thought would stop after he had made sure Fredbear would never move again. Tonight, gruff laughter echoed up from the foot of his bed; turning his bladder into a tight, pulsing ball.
Hissing through his teeth, he felt a cold sweat cover his body while his eyes searched the abyss of his room for anything that could have made that sound. After a few minutes of nothing, he pushed himself into a sitting position; knowing he wouldn’t be able to hold it for much longer. Whatever was out there could kill him after he took care of his problem. So, clutching his filthy briefs to his cellulite covered body, he shuffled into the hall and towards his bathroom. Swinging open the door and turning on the light, he felt his bladder finally let go when he saw the slumped form of Fredbear on the lid of his closed toilet.
Taking an instinctual step back, the heavy set male slipped in the puddle of his own urine; landing on his back with a house shaking thud. Letting loose a long string of swearing, he lifted beady eyes to see the golden furred mascot was no longer there. “Just my mind playing fucking tricks on me. Been working at that damn restaurant too long,” growled his shaky voice while he carefully got to his feet. Moving into the bathroom to get some toilet paper so he could clean his mess, Roy found himself unconvinced by his own words.

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

He was finally whole, finally at home. It didn’t even feel like he was looking through the eyes of a costume or even speaking in another character’s voice. These things were all him now. He was Freddy and he was here to make children smile. If only that bitch could see that. If only she could understand this was his calling. All the kids were his friends, trusting him with deep secrets they could never tell their parents. Unfortunately, she went out of her way to make sure they stayed away from him. Did her best to keep him from doing the one thing that kept the voices at bay. The one thing that brought sunshine to these young ones’ lives.
The only time he got time alone with them, time to touch them; was when one of the kids made a mess in the ‘Cove’. While it only afforded him a few precious minutes, it was the highlight of his shift. It was only logical he would take advantage of the pattern he had noticed. After all, small amounts of rat poison couldn’t be all that bad for the kids. Just enough to get them sick and allow him time with the children in the Party Room. So, while the bitch hadn’t been looking, he sprinkled some in the popcorn; impatient for when it would start working.
Thankfully, it wasn’t long before she was getting a call of a puke emergency; causing her to run from the room. In an instant, a sea of youth was surrounding him; tiny hands touching all over his suit. Gathering a young boy into his lap, ‘Freddy’ made plans for another special game of hide and seek. A night the boy would never forget. A night he honestly couldn’t wait for. Soon, this child would feel the joy he did. The sense of being… whole.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~That Night~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sounds of choking come from a dark corner of the kitchen, punctuated by heavy breathing. Then there was a thud, followed by the sound of chilling, empty laughter. A figure resembling a bear waddles out, still giggling while a white faced being appears over the slumped body. Without a sound, it scoops the boy into its arms, carrying it through the restaurant until it encountered one of the machines. Looking up at the creature that had no real name, Bonnie looked down at the body in its arms and nodded. He would be the next vessel, the next protector. So, the sound of metallic footsteps bouncing off the walls, the rabbit followed the jester into the darkness.

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

Smiling at the patrons that flooded in, Rose found it more than a little sad they were busier than they had ever been. All because it was the ‘Grand Re-Opening’, a phrase she still had trouble swallowing. None of this was an upgrade and only spoke of the end of a much simpler era. Still, she had no choice but to act like the good little employee; all while not being able to stomach being near her co-worker. It certainly didn’t help that Scott hadn’t seen anything during his shift while she was in the back with the machines. This wasn’t assisted by the fact every now and again, the cameras would simply blink out for a few minutes due to being old. “Hey, Rose! Can I talk to ya ‘bout Foxy for a sec!” called the hated voice of her Uncle, filling her with apprehension.
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