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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: Things will get darker from here on. A lot of children die but people who play these games already know this. I’m just giving my version of popular fan-lore.

Chapter Seven: Year Three

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

Staring at the parts before her, Rose found herself flabbergasted by what her Uncle wanted her to do. He had wanted her to build a new Foxy but, there had been a huge catch. He had wanted her to use the original frame. That meant she would have had to disassemble her closest and dearest friend, just the thought of it made her sick. She had been so upset, she had told the mechanical vulpine about it on the same day. To say he wasn’t amused would be a massive understatement. He had come close to going to kill her Uncle, forcing her to spend many hours calming him down.
As much as she hated what was happening, it was no reason to allow more death. Besides, she had come up with a plan to get around having to tear Foxy apart. Given the fact she was the one responsible for doing inventory, it wasn’t likely Roy would notice a few things going missing from the spare parts room. With some help from the animatronics, she had squirreled away the parts she would need while the older model made himself scarce in storage. Now, she found herself measuring the head she would be using; drawing out a pattern that would go on to the faux fur.
It was a painstaking process, not to mention all the wiring and electrical work she had yet to do. If it weren’t for her friends, she would have gone crazy from the sheer monotony. Yet, the deaths of the children weighed heavily on her conscience. As much as she wanted to alert the authorities, her word was worth nothing without the evidence to back it up. There was also the fact she was in no position to quit or even protest anything Roy decided to do. She felt trapped, the project she had been given the only escape available to her. Rubbing her face, she leaned back while a sick feeling churned in the pit of her stomach. “What am I even doing? Why am I staying when things are so wrong here? Is any of this worth being associated with the horrifying occurrences?” she wondered, the sounds of creaking metal bringing her attention to the figures that circled her.
Staring into their eyes, she already knew the answer. She was here to protect them as well as do her best to try to prevent any more harm coming to the kids. If it was all she could do, she was going to do her damnedest. Picking up her tools, she got back to work with renewed vigor; determination in her blue eyes. She never noticed the fact ‘Jasper’ had joined her or the fact that the useless hulk of Fredbear had shifted just slightly. Or even the fact that both Foxy and Bonnie had started gaping at her, strange looks in their red eyes.

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

“Alright, try it now!” she called elbow deep inside the very machine she was talking to. With a few, rather unpleasant sounding squeals, the head began to swivel in a jerking motion.
“Damn. Still too tight,” hissed her harried voice before she was holding out an oil covered hand. With a jerky motion, Chika placed a wrench in her palm; watching the proceedings with great interest.
Quiet whirrs came from all around her, alerting her to the presence of her friends. Not minding her audience, she kept working on the servos that would turn the new Foxy’s head and control his mouth. “Okay, I think have it,” she called, voice sounding cautiously triumphant. On cue, the new Captain moved his head from side to side with much less trouble; mouth opening and closing with audible snaps. Smiling, she straightened to pop her sore spine. She had been at this for hours and had just gotten it working smoothly. Now she only had the rest of the animatronic to go. Feeling exhausted by the amount of work ahead of her, Rose decided now was the perfect time to take her lunch break.
“Sorry Foxy 2.0. I’m starving,” came a heartfelt apology while she proceeded to dig out a bologna sandwich she had made for herself that morning. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to mind; amusing himself by swiveling his head in all directions.
The original watched the antics of his replacement, seeming to have accepted his fate. In fact, he almost seemed to see the other version of himself as a son. And why not? The two would look and act exactly alike. Taking a bite of her food, she looked up at the machines over her. Especially Bonnie and Foxy. The pair had been acting strange, a strong odor coming from them and making her want to gag. While she was afraid to admit it, some part of her wondered if Jeremy had hidden the dead children in their endoskeletons. If the mascots were now haunted by vengeful spirits. Maybe, that had been what Jasper had been trying to tell her from the beginning.
Grimacing at her gruesome train of thought, she set her food aside before getting to her feet. If that was the case, then what she was doing was probably the best way she could help. Giving the bunny and fox a final glance, she got back to work; carefully threading wires and oil lines through hollow arms. Attaching them to the shoulders, she moved onto the lubricant line meant to keep the machine from overheating. Then she got to work on tightening, tweaking and pressurizing; not stopping until it was long past midnight.

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

Faces pressed against the ceiling. Faces of children. Faces that screamed, faces that cried. All of them seeming to loom just inches above his bed. Covered in a sheen of cold sweat, Roy struggled against his body to close his eyes. Some part of him had hoped the renovations would make all of this go away. In fact, it was making things so much worse. Groaning while his heart galloped in his chest, he squeezed his eyelids shut and covered his head like a small child. “Go away. Its not my fault you died at my restaurant,” he pleaded to the wailing apparitions above him.
Suddenly, it all went silent. Peeking out, he saw things had returned to normal. Breathing a sigh of relief, he laid on his side and tried to convince himself it had all been a bad dream. Yet, some part deep inside him knew the truth. Everything that was happening was all too real and it was only going to get worse from here. “This all started happening when I hired that Jeremy kid. Fucking christ… he can’t be the one that’s…,” he murmured, the question in his voice going unanswered by the silence of his room.
That boy… If it weren’t for the fact he was likely an illegitimate son, he would have fired him long ago. As it was, he felt a deep sense of duty toward him. Likely due to the fact he had been absent for so many years of Jeremy’s life. It wasn’t by choice either. His bitch of a mother had kept the child a secret from him, leaving it to their son to track down his daddy. Now that he had his boy, he wasn’t about to allow anything to happen to him. No matter how sick the kid was, he would protect his own.

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

Laughing wildly, Jeremy huddled in his closet while knocking came from all around him. It had been happening non-stop for months now. There were also the wails, the screams that were so loud he wondered how the police hadn’t been called on him yet. Couldn’t anyone hear this? Didn’t anyone know how much torture he was being put through night after night? The only time he was safe was once the sun had risen and he was at work, in his Freddy costume. The costume seemed to keep them at bay, let alone the glares of the animatronics.
Just lately, he’d had the strangest feeling the machines wanted to kill him. A notion he had pushed off as simple paranoia. After all, a person could only go through so many sleepless nights without snapping. It would only make sense he was experiencing some form of mental breakdown. Clutching his head, he rocked while the noises around him got louder; sounding like he had been transported to Hell. “Shut up,” hissed out of him over and over like a mantra, eyes squeezed shut while shadowy fingers reached for him under the closet door.
Just as they reached the leg of his jeans, his alarm was ringing; driving away the demons for another night. Yet, he had a feeling he couldn’t avoid it for much longer. What he had been doing was going to catch up to him. In fact, he was surprised it hadn’t already. He had done nothing to hide the bodies. The authorities should be on him like a duck on a june bug. Yet, here he was, getting dressed for work like he hadn’t killed three children and wouldn’t kill more. Here he was, driving to a job that allowed him to be as close to kids as he wanted; allowing him to get close enough to possibly lure them into a night time game of hide and seek.

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

Settling into his chair for the night, Scott wondered what he would see. While he wasn’t concerned by Rose’s activities, the mascots were beginning to worry him greatly. Just lately, Bonnie and Foxy had developed the habit of staring into the cameras with their mouths gaping open. It was almost like they were trying to intimidate him, making him feel more than a bit unsettled. Had Jeremy done something to piss them off? If he had, they were all boned.
None of the mascots could recognize separate people, only being able to see what color you were wearing or how tall you were. It would be entirely possible for the machines to blame an individual’s misdeeds on the entire staff. The only exception seemed to be Rose. For some reason, the mechanized animals could recognize her. A fact that still puzzled him. Watching as said female made her way to the storage room, Scott found his gaze wandering to the doors on either side of him. Darkened halls that yawned at him like mouths, filling him with the urge to shut them for the first time since he had taken this shift.
For some reason, he had the idea he would be safer if he did; even if it meant possibly wracking up the power bill. Reaching for the lights, he only felt safe again when they came on to reveal nothing. “You’ve been working here for too long Scott old boy,” he admonished himself, getting to his feet to see what Rose was up to. Whatever it was, it had to be better than jumping at shadows and wondering if Bonnie or Foxy was going to pay him a very unwanted visit. Still, just peeking into the hall took a lot more courage than he cared to admit; a large part of him expected his head to be taken off as soon as it cleared the door frame. So, when he saw nothing, he felt a fair measure of relief.
Whistling as she sewed some of the new Foxy’s skin, the security officer turned seamstress jumped when she heard a knock at the door. Blinking, she motioned for the older machines to hide; waiting until they were in position to see who it was. When she saw Scott, she let out a laugh that was a sheer alleviation of tension. “I thought you were Roy or Jeremy. Come on in! Has to get lonely in that room by yourself,” she offered, standing to one side so he could enter. As soon as he crossed the threshold, she was shutting the door and the others were coming out of the shadows.
The change in their body language was apparent. Where they had been relaxed and happy before, they were now on the defensive; seeming almost aggressive. “Easy, he isn’t here to hurt any of you,” she soothed, placing herself between her and the sole human in this place she honestly liked. For a few moments, they still seemed ready to tear him apart. Then they were relaxing, moving back into the shadows while keeping a watchful eye on him. A fact that wasn’t lost on the female security guard.
“Maybe you shouldn’t come here any more after tonight,” came a hesitant suggestion he couldn’t help but agree with.
“Yeah, I can see that but… what’s happened? Did Fitz do something to piss them off? And, if he did, why aren’t they targeting you?” he whispered, almost afraid his voice alone would be enough to set them off again.
Flinching, Rose looked at him with haunted eyes before setting down the faux fur and needle she held in her hands. “I don’t know how much of it you’ll believe. Hell, I still have a hard time believing all of it myself. Yet, with the evidence in front of me, its hard not accept it,” she began haltingly before going into what she had been able to discover through the mascots. By the time she was finished, Scott looked as horrified as she felt.
“You have to be kidding… Fitz, a pedophile?” he murmured, seeming utterly stunned.
“Like I said, I didn’t want to believe it either. Feels good to finally be able to tell someone,” she responded, motioning for him to leave the room while she followed behind. With how hostile her friends were toward him, she couldn’t entirely guarantee his safety.
Leading the way to his office, Scott wished he could argue against Rose’s accusations. Unfortunately, it explained far too much for him to put them aside easily. It certainly didn’t help he had known the woman behind him for years. She just didn’t seem like the type to make up stories. Feeling disgusted as well as unsettled, he was all too glad to sit in the one chair he had available; staring at the floor below his shoes. As much as he wanted to ask her why she hadn’t gone to the authorities, he knew all too well what the reasons were. With how things were set up, there would be little to no evidence. Just her word and some odd acting animatronics. “Christ…,” whispered out of him, his eyes rising to meet hers.
“I know… believe me… Doesn’t help Roy has me sidetracked with making a new Foxy. I can’t keep a good eye on Jeremy to make sure he doesn’t hurt anymore children,” came a confession that made his heart ache for the young woman.
“None of this is your fault! You can only do so much,” Scott assured, grabbing her upper arms in a loose grip.
Watching the exchange from the hall, Foxy found himself confused. Why was his friend talking to the ‘Other’. Had she already forgotten what he had done. Then again, there often seemed to be a lot of the ‘Other’. Maybe this one was innocent of the crimes. Accepting this reason and not wanting to doubt Rose, the vulpine went back down the hall to storage. Yes, she was his friend. Therefore, whoever she was talking to was also a friend. He would have to be sure to tell the others not to harm the ‘Other’ that works at night. It would not do to upset his friend after all.

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

A lonely little boy swung his legs over the multicolored carpet, jealous eyes watching the group of kids gathered around the arcade machines. He was well aware of the fact he had only been invited because of his mother. Sniffling, he bravely fought back his tear before picking up his piece of pizza. Well, he would show them. He would have fun without them. Taking a triumphant bite of his food, he placed it back on his plate before hopping off his chair. Chewing his food quickly, he made his way over to the Freddy that was moving through the restaurant.
So far, everyone else had been too intimidated to approach the bear. If he was the first one to talk to Freddy, he might impress the others enough to get them to include him! Still, coming up to the much taller animal was a bit scary and he had to fight against his innate urge to flee. ‘There’s nothing to be scared of! Its just Freddy!’ he admonished himself before reaching out to tug on one of the mascot’s furry legs. When the towering ursine turned to look at him, he found himself wanting to run away more than ever. There was something strange about him, something about his eyes.
Slowly, he was bending to meet the child’s nervous eyes; a huge paw landing on one of his shoulders. “Don’t be scared little guy! I’m Freddy Fazbear, a friend to all children,” boomed a friendly, goofy voice. One that set the boy at ease instantly. Letting out a giggle, he hugged his favorite around the neck. That was when the whispering started. A secret that had his heart pounding with more fear than excitement. Did he dare accept the invitation for a night time game of hide and seek? It would mean hiding in the restaurant for a long time. Until after dark. Looking back at the group of children that was now staring at him, he found himself agreeing.
It would be something he could finally make the others feel jealous about. Maybe just staying here during the night would make them finally include him! Smiling up at Freddy while he pulled away, the boy ran back to the others; feeling more confident about his decision when he was swarmed with questions. Shrugging them off with a coolness he had often envied of the others, he walked over to one of the machines and began to insert tokens.
Behind him, Freddy watched; a mouth deep inside the costume curling into a rictus of a smile. It was so easy! The loneliest ones always wanted to play the game. Tonight, the voices would stop; if only for a few hours. Those moments of silence that were slowly becoming more sacred to him. Going back to his work, he fought off the urge to look at the mascots. For hours now, he had felt the sensation of their eyes on him. Like they were aware of what he was up to and they were going to make sure he paid for it. Shaking it off, he placed a pizza in front of a group of eager kids before heading to the kitchen for the next order.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Hours Later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Run! Run from the man in purple! A horrifying apparition that had come out of Freddy’s skin. Tears pouring down smooth cheeks, a small figure speeds down winding halls; looking for anywhere to hide. Darting into the party room, the boy does the only thing he can think of. He hides under a table and squeezes his eyes shut. Praying this will be enough to drive away the boogeyman that was hunting him. Soft calls of his name echoed in the empty room, drawing a hiccuping sob out of him against his will.
Clapping both hands over his mouth, he clamped his eyes shut even tighter while rocking back and forth. This was all a bad dream! He would wake up in his safe bed, his mom smiling down at him and making all the scary things disappear. A rustling to his left drew his frantic gaze, the tablecloth lifting like some terrible curtain. A grinning, pale face appeared before a hand was grabbing his upper arm and dragging him out. Another hand settled over his mouth to halt any screams before they were moving toward a more secluded location.
Shadows moved, a soft voice is heard for a brief moment before it is silenced. A sickening crack and it is all over. The man in purple slinks out of the loading bay, giving a wave to the poorly functioning cameras before leaving. He did not see the Jester appear from the darkness, picking up the body in spindly arms. Beside him, Chica slowly makes her way forward. Mouth gaping, she stares at the body before taking it into her own arms. She would become the next protector and soon they would have enough strength to act. To put an end to all the death.

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

William Afton was being haunted by his own nightmares, tossing in his bed while apparitions of the mascots chased him down endless halls. Mascots that had much sharper teeth than any of them had ever possessed. Shooting upright, he ran a shaky hand through his sweat dampened hair before getting out of bed. There was only one thing he could do after such horrible dreams and that was create. Heading to his shop in the basement, he paid no attention to his girlfriend’s soft calls of his name. Only one thing held his interest. The machines he was building. Machines that looked like toy versions of the animatronics that haunted him. The very machines that had killed his brother.
Staring at his unanswered letters to the current owner, he contented himself to wait. The man couldn’t ignore him forever. Especially with how many letters he was sending. Sitting at his work desk, he ignored the sounds of creaking metal. Or the murmuring voices that sometimes sounded like his brother. Voices that spoke of terrible things happening to the children that had gone missing. Voices that sometimes seemed like they were coming from his machines. Picking up his screwdriver, he began working on the voicebox that would be for the one he affectionately called ‘Toy Freddy’. A white and pink, robotic take on the more plush-like Freddy.
He was only a few minutes in when he phone rang. “Yeah?” he breathed into the speaker while holding the phone to his ear.
“Yeah, of course! They just need some adjustments but they can be ready for a side franchise,” came an excited response, his silhouette straightening.
“No, making copies for another reboot won’t be hard. I already have a few started,” echoed his voice, the machine that looked like Foxy shifting slightly while its eyes flickered briefly.
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