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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: Last of the ‘Year’ chapters for a bit. Though, there will still be a few time skips. Things are gonna be complicated from here on.

Chapter Eight: Year Four

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

The atmosphere in the shop was different, almost oppressive. Licking dry lips, Rose reached for the light-switch with a fair amount of apprehension. When several pairs of red eyes flashed in the darkness, she pulled her hand back with a sharp gasp. Fighting back her innate urge to run, she stood her ground while metallic footsteps got closer. When she saw Foxy, Chica and Bonnie, she didn’t feel any safer. All three had been acting odd since the disappearances. It was only recently she’d started having suspicions that it was because they now held the souls of the children.
Gaping at her threateningly, the trio closed the distance with a strange hate in their red eyes. “Easy, I’m your friend,” she whispered, taking great care to keep her voice calm and even. Raising her hands to show they were empty, she stood in place and waited; almost too afraid to breathe. Then Foxy was shaking himself, almost seeming as scared as she was to realize just how close he had come to attacking her. As if triggered by the vulpine, the others soon followed; jerking violently before looking around like they couldn’t remember how they had gotten here.
Allowing herself to relax slightly, she allowed herself to turn on the light; gasping at what greeted her eyes. The floor, walls and ceiling of the hall had been coated in gore like it was a new paint job. To make things even worse, bits and pieces of offal were on the floor; making her gorge rise dangerously. Breathing in, she could almost taste the coppery blood and she was closing her eyes to block out the horrific scene. When she opened them again, everything was back to normal. Swaying slightly, she leaned on the nearest wall while chilling laughter filled the air.
Knowing it was Jasper, Rose frowned slightly before making her way to storage. With how long she had to spend there working on the new Foxy, she just knew he would be waiting for her. Opening the door, she wasn’t surprised to see the jester animatronic hovering near the almost finished animatronic she had been putting all her blood and sweat into. All he needed was a few touches and he would be ready to take the stage. At this moment, however, her project wasn’t her main concern. “I get you’re pissed! I get that Jeremy is killing countless children! But do you have to scare the shit out of me?! I’m as helpless to stop this as you are!” she spat, uncaring that the specter she was yelling at was exceedingly dangerous.
Silence fell, the doll staring at her with the perpetual grin painted on its white face. In the blink of an eye, it was mere inches from her face; drawing a small scream from her as she took an instinctual step back. That was when the laughter began, eerie laughter that sounded like it was coming from a child. Soon, there was more voices joining in; becoming a terrible cacophony. Covering her ears, she slid to her knees while tears dribbled down her pale cheeks. “Please, I didn’t kill any of you! I just want to help,” came a desperate plea, the sounds around her becoming deafening. Suddenly, it all stopped; leaving her on edge as she slowly lowered her hands.
Looking up with a fair amount of apprehension, she looked up into the perpetual grin above her. “What else can I do?” she croaked out, wanting an answer to her simple question. An answer that would end the torment she was being put through. The only reply was a very telling silence that caused her heart to sink.
“K-keep… u-us s-safe,” buzzed a glitched reply from Bonnie, its large hands gesturing to its fur covered, metal body.
With that one motion, all her worse suspicions were confirmed. Feeling sick to her stomach, she was covering her mouth before fleeing from the room. Sprinting toward the bathroom, she barely made in time; losing all the contents of her stomach to the porcelain god. Clearing her mouth, she spat into the toilet with a grimace; not paying attention to the sound of the door opening due to the fact she was in a public restroom. What she did pay attention to was the fact a pair of hands had grabbed her around her ankles, dragging her bodily out of the stall through a gap in the bottom.
Still facing the closed door, she began to kick out at her assailant while screaming for help. Grunts came from behind her while they struggled to pin her down, heavy breaths gusting against the back of her neck. Jerking her right elbow backward, she felt an impact followed by a rush of swearing. Finding herself released, Rose scrambled for freedom; barely making it out the door as her pursuer’s fingertips brushed the collar of her shirt. Not stopping to catch a glimpse of who it was, she made her way back to storage; the only place she felt safe.
As soon as she was back in the room, the machines could sense something had happened. Even Jasper hovered close to her, seeming almost concerned for her. “Th-the bathroom… I think Jeremy tried to attack me,” gasped out of her despite the fact the machines couldn’t really know who she was talking about. Not if they could no longer distinguish Scott from Jeremy. Then again, maybe they never had been able to tell the difference. The only people who seemed to be individuals to the mascots were herself and her Uncle.
None of that seemed to matter however. In an instant, she was surrounded in a group hug; even the Foxy she was making getting in on the action. Feeling safer with the machines than she had earlier, she leaned into the embrace while her eyes slid shut. She never noticed Jasper fading into the background, his smiling face the last thing visible before he disappeared entirely. Nor did she notice Bonnie, Foxy and Chica giving eachother knowing glances.

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

Watching the ‘Freddy’ serving the kids, Roy pursed his lips while he tried to push away his irrational thoughts. At least, he sure as hell hoped they were. Watching Jeremy with the kids, he couldn’t see anything out of the ordinary going on. Yet, there had to be something happening! Four kids didn’t just simply disappear into thin air! Rubbing his scruffy face fitfully, he took a seat before leaning back in his chair and closing his piggy eyes.
Switching over the camera, he took some pride in the fact that his niece had done a fine job. The replacement Foxy fit in with the newer models flawlessly. No one would be the wiser that he was using an older, less safe version of the endoskeleton. An invention that had formerly belonged solely to a certain Gregory Bedian. At least until the old coot had died and left the rights to the patent in his hands. A patent he had given over to William Afton a few years ago in exchange for his silence about the circumstances of his brother’s maiming and eventual death.
Glaring at the phone, he knew he would soon have to make another call to check on the progress for the replacement animatronics. New, more futuristic looking mascots that would coincide with a new reboot as well as the launch of a sister location later down the line. All things that would be expensive but were necessary. Questions were beginning to be asked about the safety of his franchise and he had to find some way to quell them. Any way.
Getting to his feet to check on Rose, something caught his eye and froze him mid-step. Squinting, he leaned closer to the glowing screen. “Huh, I had forgotten about you. Don’t worry though, I’m sure my little Rosie can find some use for you,” cooed out of him when he took in the slumped body of ‘Jasper’ leaning in the hall close to the Storage room. Then he was leaving, a whole new purpose filling him as he strode down the narrow hall to the Cove. Sticking his head through the door, he wasn’t surprised to see she was at her post.
Since she had started working at the age of sixteen, she had been nothing but diligent. It was one of the reasons why he put up with her innumerable eccentricities. “Rose, when the show ends wouldja come on over to my office,” he purred, grinning at her when her blue eyes shifted to look over at him. When she gave him a wave to show she received the message, he nodded and retreated. With any luck, she would be as excited about his plans as he was.

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

Against her advice, her Uncle had given ‘Jasper’ a job. While she was originally supposed to get him into working order, she had deemed the task a bit superfluous given the fact he could move under his own power. Instead, she had turned her focus to making something to hide in. A fact that would be essential given the fact he was meant to be a security jack-in-the-box. Though, Roy was a bit worried he might be too scary for children.
Rose was more worried about whether or not the jester would be a problem around the parents. Still, it was too late to do anything about it now. Putting the spring in place for the lid of the giant present, she found it more than a bit ironic he would be popping out of it to scare anyone that might try to abduct a child. Or to stop a child from leaving through an exit they shouldn’t. Tightening the metal coils, she asked ‘Jasper’ to get inside to test out the mechanism.

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

He was being ‘promoted’ to security again, one step before being moved to the night shift. A fact he was less than happy about. He only had a week left with the costume, something he intended to use to his advantage. While the bear was smiling for him, he was falling apart inside the baggy collection of faux fur. Didn’t his father understand that he needed to be near the kids? They were one of the few things that made the voices go away.
Once out of the costume, he would be stuffed into a purple uniform full-time. He would even be forced to wear a badge as well as a belt with pepper spray on it to look as much like a policeman as possible. This would likely make the kids scared of him and reluctant to get close. That would mean no more nightly games of hide and seek. If that happened, it would be no time at all before the shadows chasing him closed in. He needed a way to stop it! At least one more life to appease the demons! Not letting how frantic he felt show, he set the pizza down on the table. All the while, scanning the room for someone lonely. Someone that would make an easy target.
To his relief, he saw a young boy who looked a bit thin and sickly. Despite having friends, he seemed unable to join in the festivities. Making his way over, he made sure to wave to the child to get his attention. Like all the other children, he didn’t hesitate to run over to wrap his arms around some stranger in a mascot costume. Leaning down so they were on the same level, he began to whisper; taking delight in seeing the child’s eyes light up with obvious excitement. Like all the others, he was very willing to play a special game. One only the two of them would know about.
Then he was scampering back to his seat, leaving Jeremy feeling much better already. Humming the song the mascots on the stage were singing, he went to the kitchen to get more pizza. Reaching for the trays, he got a bad jolt when he saw something shadowy shifting out of the corner of his eye. A shadow that looked an awful lot like one of the demons that had been clawing at his door every night since he had killed his first victim. Shaking it off, he moved off to serve tables; keeping focused on what would be happening tonight.

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

Only the animatronics were witness to what happened, a faint feeling of repressed rage filling the air while the man in purple stalked his prey through the covered tables. A small child that had no chance against the adult. Yet, the machines could not move themselves to do anything to stop what was happening. Soon, though, soon they would be able to do what was needed to get justice. To stop any more innocent blood from being spilled. Soon, they would be able to avenge the souls of the children they carried. Until then, they could only watch; the actions of the man in purple reflected on their dead eyes.
As he moved to the delivery bay with the child, the mascots followed while remaining unseen. Their mouths gaped open while the children inside them let out sounds of lament and sorrow. Lingering on the fringes of the shadows, they were the only ones to hear the boy’s demise. As the hated man left the room, he seemed to sense them. Pausing mid-step and looking around himself with fear filled eyes. Then he was heading off, his pace quickened as he unconsciously fled the danger behind him.
In his wake, Freddy moved into the delivery bay to take the body into his furry arms. Looking up at the mannequin that appeared before him, the new face of the Fazbear franchise gave a slow nod. He would be the last vessel that was needed, the last soul. Then they would be able to do what the humans could not. They would achieve justice for all that had died and stop the horror from going any further. If all went correctly, this child would be the last that would have to die. They just had to wait for the right time to strike. A time when the man in purple would be visible as well as vulnerable.

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

Looking up at the building, Will found himself a bit surprised he was here at all. He hadn’t been to this place since his friends had maimed his brother, contributing to his eventual death. His brother had been reduced to a vegetable from the bite and the doctors had advised his parents to pull the plug. After several months of heated debate, the decision to allow his little brother to pass on was made and the nightmares had started. Nightmares that had led to his unhealthy obsession with the Fazbear Franchise. An obsession that had led him to buy the patent to the endoskeletons so he could make his own mascots.
What had started as a way to keep the encroaching darkness at bay became an obsession in and of itself. He had made and tossed many prototypes over the years, even making a few straight up copies that now dwelled in his basement. Copies that sometimes moved when he wasn’t paying attention. From those beginnings, he had starting on making improvements on the mechanics; eventually calling Roy relentlessly to make sure he knew about the upgrades. Now, here he was, waiting to show off the blueprints for his half finished mascots.
Reaching for the door, he pulled his hand back when he felt a sense of foreboding and nausea settle in the pit of his stomach. There was something sinister here, something he had felt from his own animatronics as of late. Shuddering, he forced himself to open the door and walk through over the threshold. Almost immediately, a rather overweight man with a goatee was there to greet him; piggy eyes glimmering while a swollen hand shook his. “Good to finally meet ya Afton! Let’s just go into my office to discuss what ya have there and we’ll see if we have a deal or not,” purred a sleazy sounding voice that made his skin crawl.
“You made it sound like we already…,” came the beginning of a protest before he was swept into a tiny, very stuffy office. The only method of cooling was a tiny fan by the monitor for the cameras, making Will feel terrible for the poor shmuck that had gotten stuck on security.
“Its just formalities. Gotta get some blueprints, gotta get ya to sign a contract. All that kind of shit,” came an explanation the younger man didn’t quite believe. Still, he wasn’t exactly in any position to argue.
Despite having agreed to sell him the patents to keep him quiet about the circumstances of his brother’s death, Roy had been extremely hard to work with or even get a hold of. He didn’t think it was too insane to a be a bit on guard. Especially after the man had made it sound like there was nothing left to discuss. Bringing out the blueprints he had brought with him, he laid them out on the table while they began to discuss what he would be making as well as just how much he would be paid for all of it.

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

Watching as the new Foxy waved to the children, Rose felt a sharp pang somewhere deep inside herself. In a matter of years, the restaurant was going to be renovated again. All the mascots would be put into storage so new, more robotic looking ones could take their place. Her only solace was the fact she could at least make sure nothing happened to her dear friends. There was also the fact that today was Fitz’s last day in costume. From this day forward, she would be in charge of training him to be night security. With him being constantly watched, there would likely be no further disappearances.
Looking up at the mechanical vulpine, she walked over to give her creation a sad pat on his arm. “At least you’ll have a few years before you’re put in the dark,” she assured, giving him a smile before leaving the Cove to head to the Party Room. Behind her, the new Foxy was staring at something that was behind him. Something that had golden fur and shouldn’t have been able to move at all. Something that flashed its eyes, as if in a silent signal.
Heading into the noisy room, she was more than a little amused to see children crowded around the massive present that had been placed near the fire exit. Instead of being frightened by ‘Jasper’ the kids seemed to be drawn to him. At the moment, the strange mascot was playing peek-a-boo with them; lifting the lid just enough so his eyes were visible. Jeremy, who was just coming from putting on his new uniform, sent a very skeptical glance toward to brightly decorated box. “I don’t like it… It could hurt the kids,” he whispered, his words making bile rise to the back of her throat.
Biting back heated words she had no proof of, she simply shrugged before leading the way to the stage. “Your job isn’t to question Roy. Your job is to do as you’re told,” she spat out, her skin crawling from the fact she had to be in the same room with him. After the incident in the bathroom, she didn’t want to be anywhere near him. Not that she had any solid proof he was the one that attacked her. She hadn’t even seen who it was. But, with everything that was happening, it made far too much sense.
Glaring at the woman in front of him, Jeremy crossed his arms in front of his chest while pursing his lips. While she droned on about how to perform maintenance on the machines, he wondered just how much she really did know. The fact she hung around the mascots made him more uneasy than the fact that all the bodies he’d left behind had disappeared into thin air. A sudden creak drew his attention to Bonnie. He jumped back when he saw his head was practically in the mechanical rabbit’s mouth. Licking dry lips, he met the robot’s dead eyes; seeing something shift in the back of them for a split second.
Having long ago noticed Jeremy was no longer listening to her, Rose turned to see Bonnie and the trainee having a staredown. Taking some pleasure in the young man’s pale visage, she reached forward to grab his sleeve; giving a sharp yank to get his attention. When he turned to her with wide, scared eyes, she could barely contain a feeling of glee. “Better pay attention Fitzgerald. If you fuck up, you could very well electrocute yourself,” she advised, half hoping he would do so and just put himself out of both of their miseries.

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

Standing next to the stage for Foxy, Jeremy felt nervous without knowing why. It seemed like all the mascots lately had been glaring at him, even gaping at him. Especially when he was trying to deal with the children. The moment he went over to calm a rowdy subject, he would feel the sensation of eyes burning into the back of his skull. It certainly didn’t help that every time he looked away from the mascots, they were in slightly different positions. Taking a step away from the stage, he looked up while the vulpine animatronic and his human partner began the show.
The man was dressed in an over-exaggerated pirate costume with a stuffed parrot on his left shoulder and a patch over his right eye. Gesturing with his fake hook, he introduced his mechanical captain to a crowd that likely already know who he was. The more plush-like mascot bowed in response before a jaunty sounding sea shanty began to play. While the employee in charge began to lip sync badly to the tinny tune, Jeremy kept an eye on the man-made fox. Maybe moving to the night shift wouldn’t be all bad after all.
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