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. |
Author's Note: We're entering into FNAF 2's Timeline now. Yes, I am going with the theory that the game is a prequel to the original.
Chapter Nine: The Infamous Bite
Entering the restaurant to begin her day, she was relieved to see Scott was already there. Some part of her had almost believed her Uncle was lying about switching Fitz to the night-shift Smiling at her coworker and secret crush, she moved past him to the delivery bay. New animatronics were being put together by some man named Will Afton. While he hadn't asked for help so far, she still wanted to ensure he was treating her longtime friends with care as well as dignity. There was also the fact she wanted to make sure he wasn't going to entirely disassemble them. With them holding the souls of dead children, who knew what would occur if that happened.
Knocking on the steel door and getting no response, Rose carefully opened it enough to stick her head through. The odd man was up to his elbows in his work, the older versions of her friends standing around him in a tight circle. While they were intact, they were staring at him with an unsettling gleam in their mechanical eyes. Nibbling her lower lip, she weighed the pros and cons of intruding unannounced before deciding to go back to the Party Room. As worrying as it was, the mascots hadn't shown any drive to hurt anyone outside of an employee uniform.
Looking up at the plush copies that would soon be replaced like the ones before them, she began to sweep up for a fresh wave of kids. While sad everything was changing, she was glad the strange man building the new models seemed to have the same reverence for them as she did. Giving a pat to both Chica and Freddy, she moved off into the cove to check on Foxy. From now on, she and Scott would be switching places. This meant she would have her duties split between puke duty in the Cove or brat duty in the Party Room.
Taking a position beside the stage, she simply waited while the kids filed in through the door. Seeing their faces light up while watching a mascot she had built from scratch buoyed her spirits. Smiling at the gathered munchkins, she hoped against hope that the vomiting would be kept to a minimum today. With the mood she was in, she didn't want it spoiled by the smell of used popcorn mixed with soda. Unfortunately, some things are simply not meant to be.
Humming the song the band was playing, Scott wasn't surprised when Rose motioned for him frantically from the door. Before Fitz, his main shift had been during the day. He was more than familiar about what state the Cove would be in after a swarm of sugar filled, excitable children. Children that all too often started to rough house on a full stomach. As much as he liked Foxy, he was starting to wonder if the stage show had outlived its day in the sun. Maybe it was time to re-purpose the pirate into the band and turn the Cove into something else. With the way things were going, it would likely wind up being another arcade.
Entering the small theater, he looked at the vomit splattered carpet with an expression of horror. Taking a carpet cleaner as well as some gloves, he got to work helping her. While secretly enjoying the opportunity to be alone with Rose, he couldn't help but feel like he was being watched. A sensation that wasn't helped when Foxy seemed to move almost every time he looked up. Eyeing the supposedly lifeless machine, he found himself wondering now more than ever if the mascots were alive. Since he had start working here, he had his suspicions. What he'd seen and experienced on the night-shift had only deepened these feelings.
Once they were finished, he met gazes with his quiet companion; licking his lips before flicking his gaze toward the stage. “Some part of me didn't want to believe what I had seen. Let alone what you told me. Its getting harder and harder to ignore it. Especially after old Fredbear came to let me know you needed help. Are... are you sure they're safe?” he murmured, making sure to keep his voice low in case the mechanical vulpine was listening in.
“Around the kids, yes. Around other employees, probably not,” came a concise, exceedingly concerning answer.
“In fact, given how they reacted to you last time, I would go as far to say I'm the only one here who is safe. How long that'll last, I have no idea,” she continued, looking toward the mascot she considered her closest friend. Almost seeing him as a son, given how many hours she had put into building him.
Scott could only stand there, a deep feeling of foreboding filling the pit of his stomach. It felt like something terrible was about to happen. Though, he couldn't really say what that would be. Shuddering slightly, he followed Rose back to the Party Room. Maybe it was time to move jobs. Yet, some part of him was reluctant to leave the woman in front of him here alone. Not only had she been attacked by one of the employees already but he didn't like to think about what would happen once he was gone.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The Night-shift~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The job sounded simple enough. Watch the cameras to make sure the animatronics were okay and make sure not to use too much power. Yet, there was something Roy had neglected to tell him about. The fact that the mechanical mascots sometimes walked off on their own. A fact he found out while watching the cameras. One moment, Freddy and his two friends were in their spots on the stage. The next, they were in the middle of the Party Room floor; staring up at the camera with deceptively empty expressions.
While they hadn't made any aggressive moves toward the security office, Jeremy had a feeling it was only a matter of time. Still, he couldn't afford to close the doors. For some reason, the hinges were powered; causing a massive drain in the system if he kept them shut for too long. The same went for the lights as well as the cameras, leaving him with a rather awkward juggling act. If he dared to go over the allotted power given to him, the charge would come out of his paycheck. Something he couldn't afford with his rent as expensive as it was.
Licking his lips while he tried to maintain an eye on both the Cove and the Party Room without keeping the cameras constantly active, he got a bad jolt when Foxy went from on his stage to right in front of the camera in the blink of an eye. In fact, the machine was so close, he could see inside the fanged mouth straight to the endoskeleton. Yet, just past that, he could swear he saw something else. A familiar, yet twisted face that resembled a child.
Then, as fast as it had happened, the fox pirate was back to his previous position. Almost like nothing had happened at all. Feeling unsettled, he reached to turn off the monitors for a while when he saw something. For just a second, there was a shadowy figure near the delivery bay. A figure that almost looked like a dark version of the older Bonnie design. But with red eyes. Sharply reminded of the shadows that had been haunting him since the first child he'd killed here, he slammed shut both doors on simple instinct alone.
To his horror, the ethereal creature disappeared from sight seconds later. Leaving him to wonder where it had gone while he frantically flipped through the different screens. All too soon he had to open the doors, leaving him far too vulnerable to attack from either side. Looking from side to side fearfully, he found himself wishing for the sweet release of six a.m. An event that was hours away. Taking a deep breath to force himself to calm down, he looked up at the fan drawings the children over the years had given the establishment.
The earlier ones were all innocent, depicting the children playing with their favorite mascots. There was even a version of the cupcake Chika held sitting on the desk, its dead eyes seeming to bore into him. Switching on the chintzy fan next to the doll for background noise, he made himself push away any thoughts of the machines being alive. Or of them being haunted by the children he had killed. Such things were impossible. They had to be. So, his lips finally curling into a smile, he relaxed in his seat to get through the rest of his shift. After all, being alone so long was bound to make anybody start seeing things.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Two Days Later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Over the past few days, Rose and Will had built up a strange but strong friendship. One that had started when she dared to go into the delivery bay. He had been working on the pink and white vixen that would be taking over for her Foxy. Wondering why he had decided to change the gender of the mascot, she tried to strike up a conversation about it. To her surprise, the old Fritz had been a favorite of his right before he had been replaced by the original Foxy.
Needless to say, when she admitted she had built both versions, he had been more than willing to gush over the intricacies of building the new mascots. After being alone for so long, the man seemed excited to have someone to share his interest with. Someone that seemed to share the outlandish idea that the robotic animals were alive and had a mind of their own. He didn't even blame her for what happened to his brother, having seen just how hard she had tried to get him help. Because of this, she found herself in the position of disassembling her friends so he could begin set up on the newer models.
Starting with Chica due to her being the least popular, Rose apologized profusely before looking around to make sure there was no one there to see what was about to happen. Thankfully, the restaurant was closed and Jeremy had yet to come in for his shift. If she hurried, she could get the bird animatronic to walk to the back before anyone would notice. “I need you to move to storage honey. I hate doing this when you've just settled in but I'm a mere lackey here,” she whispered, hoping against hope the plush-like model would be as understanding as the one that had come before.
To her relief, the mechanized hen gave a nod before heading off toward storage. Not a moment too soon either for, the second the mascot was gone, Will was entering from a smaller, less used door on the opposite side of the room. Behind him, a more toy-like, almost sexualized version of Chica followed in a jerky walk. “These models have actual free-roam. Phasing out the need for a costumed person entertaining the kids. Freddy will even be able to deliver pizzas to tables once I'm done with him,” the young inventor boasted, grinning widely while his creation took her position with the others. For just the briefest moment, while she was settling into place, her eyes flashed a dangerous red.
Feeling fear spike in her veins, she fought against the urge to back away from the more advanced animatronic. Something felt a lot more off about this one. Almost like it was more angry than any of the previous models had been. Unlike with the others, she wasn't so sure she would be safe once all the replacements had been made. While they would have the memories of the others, there was no guarantee the spirits inside them would tolerate her lack of action to keep the models they used safe. Sticking close to Will for the time being, she followed him back to the delivery bay.
The moment she opened the door, she could feel the oppressive, angry atmosphere inside. Stopping in her tracks and feeling like she was being watched, she turned her head to see Jasper lurking in the shadows behind her. Excusing herself politely, she walked toward the dangerously unpredictable mascot. She didn't get a few few feet before he was suddenly in front of her face, slender body jittering in a rather unnerving manner. “I... I know. But its really the best I can do! I have no power here,” gusted her small, scared voice.
Seeming to study her for an endless moment, the strange entity gave a nod before placing a spidery hand on the crown of her head. Almost immediately, her eyes rolled back in her head while the sounds of screams and angry voices swirled inside her head. She had no idea how long she had been lost when she felt someone shaking her body and calling out her name in a voice full of terror. Groaning while the maddening noise faded, she opened her eyes to see Will as well as both Foxies hovering over her. Taking their offered hands, she tottered to her feet while holding a hand up to her forehead. “R-rrrr- r-r-rose bzrt sssshhhh... o-o-okaaaaay?” snarled out a mass of audio glitches from the original Foxy while the one she had built looked her over for signs of injury.
Looking at both mascots with a vaguely mystified expression, the inventor to her right helped her limp to the delivery bay. Once there, he had her sit on a sturdy box before fetching her one of his bottles of water. Taking the cool cylinder gratefully, she took a few swallows while the mechanical vulpines settled themselves on either side of her. “They know who you are,” whispered an incredulous voice from in front of her. Lifting her head, she let out a sigh before nodding.
“I have no idea how or why but they do. Maybe its because I was a friend of theirs long before they were replaced or the murders started happening. I always treated them like they were alive, even before I knew for sure they were,” she whispered, not really expecting him to believe everything she was telling him.
To her shock, he was nodding while taking a seat in front of her. “All the mysterious child deaths that have happened here. I had a feeling something else was going on than mere coincidence,” he murmured, his eyes gaining a slightly manic edge while his hands clasped tightly between his legs. A bit taken aback, Rose leaned back into the comfort of the machines currently book-ending her. Letting out identical snarls, the mascots wrapped protective arms around her while narrowing their eyes at the strange male.
Holding up his hands to show he meant no harm, he immediately leaned backward while an apprehensive expression crossed his face. “Since my brother died, I became a bit obsessed with this place. I couldn't find peace unless I was building copies of the machines that now haunted my dreams. This place... the tragedies here have given it a dark power. Like a magnet it seems to only attract more death. Like it craves the souls,” he whispered, paranoid eyes glancing around the room nervously. Furrowing her brow while she absorbed his words, she found some, small part of her agreed. Since the first tragedy with this man's sibling, things had been on a disturbing downward spiral.
“Maybe... maybe the first spirit has caused everything that followed. Maybe, it couldn't take revenge until more souls had been gathered,” she added, twisting her hands nervously while a whiff of something rotten came from both the animatronics beside her.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Two Days Later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Despite their reservations, everyone involved was merely a lowly employee. They were at the mercy of Roy, neither of them able to say no to what he wanted to happen. Will especially. Given the fact he had signed a contract to replace the mascots, he was backed into tighter corner than her. Thankfully, replacing the others on the stage had taken no time whatsoever. The only hold out seemed to be the vixen that would take Foxy's place. No matter what the builder tried, the vixen fell into a tangle of limbs the moment his back was turned. Despite that, however, it would only be a matter of time before the pirate was removed anyway.
Not only had he lagged in popularity but his older mechanics could label him as an added hazard. Something the restaurant didn't need given how prone to 'accidents' the place was. More than likely, even without the vixen dubbed simply as 'Mangle', Foxy's cove would be shut down after tomorrow. After that, the tangled animatronic that would have been his replacement would become a 'build-it-yourself' attraction. Moving into the Cove to spent what time she could with her dear friend and creation, she gave a nod to Scott.
While worried about Rose, the purple clad male took a position against the wall to keep watch over the children. That was when Will Afton came into the room, a shy girl close on his heels. Feeling a bit confused, he smiled at the young man as the pair approached him. “Would you mind watching over her today? Wife had a family emergency and I had to bring her in with me,” came an entirely unexpected request.
“Uh, sure. I doubt any of the kids will mind an extra,” he agreed before squatting down to the girl's level and smiling at her.
Orange-red hair crowned her head, freckles dotting the swell of her cheeks and a timid expression in her green eyes. “What's your name darling?” he cooed in his his most gentle voice possible. Giving him a gap toothed smile, the pig-tailed girl began twisting the hem of her skirt nervously.
“Lizzbeth...,” came a quiet response.
“Well, Elizabeth, just you come to me if you need anything or even if the kids are mean to you,” he offered before straightening to nod toward her father.
Taking that as a signal, the young girl wandered over to the crowd gathered around the giant present; an unsure expression on her young face. Turning to look at the newcomer, one of the youngsters motioned her to get closer. To her shock, something inside lifted the lid briefly to peek at her. Jumping back out of instinct, she blushed when the others gathered around her began to laugh. “That's just Jasper. He likes to play with us and keeps the guards busy,” a boy that appeared to be the leader explained. Then he was slinging an arm around her shoulder, eyes sparkling with mischief while he grinned down at the younger girl.
Thinking the kids were taking her under their wing, Scott decided just to keep a peripheral eye on things. Besides, Jasper was unlikely to allow anything too bad to occur. So, when Rose came to ask for his help after Will had left, he saw no reason why he couldn't walk away for a few minutes. Giving one last glance to his temporary ward, he left the Party Room to help clean the Cove. The moment he was gone, the children formed a ring around the stranger. Looking up at the others with vague confusion, Elizabeth leaned into the older boy next to her for comfort. “Wanna play a game Lizzie?” he whispered, a wide grin on his face.
Running outside while the other children counted, the young girl hid behind some trashcans while giggling to herself. It didn't take too long before she started to get cold, a biting breeze gusting against her tiny body. When the rain started, she began to wonder just where they were. Getting up and dusting off her skirt, she walked toward the square of light coming from the window. Peering in, she saw the kids that were supposed to be looking for her playing like she didn't exist. Reaching for the door, she felt the first tingles of fear when she found it was locked.
Rubbing her icy arms, she looked from side to side; unsure of where to go or what to do. She was just about to start crying when she heard the sound of a car engine. Turning her head with a hopeful expression, she immediately felt safe when she saw a man dressed in purple approaching her. “Hey hun, what are you doing out her all alone in the rain?” husked a gentle voice while kind eyes looked down at her.
“I was playin' hide an' seek an' I got locked out,” she whispered, reaching for him with a tiny hand.
Taking the offered appendage, the much taller man led her further back into the alley. Given her trust for people in authority, the child never suspected anything was wrong. Not even when he pushed her against a brick wall and knelt so he could more easily look her in the eyes. It was only when a large hand covered her mouth that she began to feel just the smallest bit of alarm. Shushing her softly, the purple clad man wearing a security badge started to fumble with her clothing. Above them, the rain intensified; the only sound muffled sobs followed by a sickening crack a few minutes later.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~A Few Moments Later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A spindly figure creeps into the brick corridor, rain plinking off its metal shell. Heading toward an unknown destination, its movements became more rigid the longer it was exposed to the moisture. Eventually ending up on the concrete, it crawled over to a tiny, prone form while several voices called a name from a distance. Curling around the ice cold body of the girl, 'Jasper' gave a few shudders before rust began to freeze over his mechanical joints. A few moments later, the pair was found and an anguished scream issued into the air. It wasn't too long after that, the sound of sirens filled the air; followed by flashing, blue and red lights.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The Next Day~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
All day long, the cops had been in and out; to her Uncle's frustration. On top of that, Will had completely buried himself in his work, refusing to talk to even her due to the guilt he felt. Not matter what anyone said, he would always blame himself for not doing more to protect his daughter. Then there was Scott. After the girl had been found, the man had been utterly inconsolable. He was more like a zombie, going through the motions of the job. Unfortunately, she couldn't afford to worry about either of them.
Despite what had happened, her uncle had decided to open anyway today. Any time now, the tidal wave of kids would be coming. She would have to be ready to do the work of two people. Moving to go to the Party Room, she passed a too silent Scott on his way to the cove. Looking at him over her shoulder, she got the strangest feeling something terrible was about to happen. Feeling an urge to insist he just go home, she continued on to her appointed position. Just a few minutes later, she would come to deeply regret not listening to her instincts.
Walking into the Cove, Scott took his position by the stage while the first wave of children filled the makeshift theater. Despite the aching void in his chest, the sight of the joy filled face brought a smile to his lips. Not paying attention as the curtain pulled back, he didn't notice Foxy moving toward him in a rather spastic manner. Last thing he heard was an unholy screech before his entire world became nothing but searing pain and the screams of terrified kids.
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