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(previously in TS: our protagonist, Flare, had just arrived at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza and started to explore the old abandoned building while waiting for her other coworker, David, to arrive when she stumbled upon a secret room in which she entered, not realizing what she has stumbled upon will change her life forever in the most twisted of ways...)
*PG-13 content ahead*
A yellowish colored mangled torment was on the floor leaning beside the water-damaged wall. Its knees were bent and legs open. The head of the thing hung over its chest as if it were looking at the ground while its arms were limp at its sides. I gasped in awe, shuffling towards the listed being, “…No freaking way!” I croaked as I practically sprang to it. “Wow...!!” ‘A forgotten animatronic!’ The thing was dingy and had a lot of holes in its yellow furry suit as though the suit itself rotted off in chunks. Wires poked out from gaps between joints and holes like worms in a rotting apple. I squatted down in front of the mechanical creature and positioned my flashlight so I could manipulate and look at its face. My small heart tripped over its own beat as I propped its head up. His eyelids were closed and the fur on his face was noticeably missing in several areas to where one could see his shiny metal framing. My eyes were drawn to a deep scar that broke through his suit just above and below his right eye, “I can’t believe it… Is… Is this an original Bonnie? A golden one??” My voice wavered as I continued to marvel at the relic. The lips on his face had disintegrated over time which forced him to give a large, toothy smile that stretched from one corner of his face to the other in a rather unsettling way. Unfortunately, his ears had been badly damaged. His left one was the only thing that made him recognizable as a rabbit while his other looked as if someone had bent it and cruelly broke it off into a stub, exposing the inner rod of his endoskeleton that spouted torn wires like a twisted water fountain.
As I had moved in closer between his out stretched legs to inspect his pathetically damaged right ear, a strident child’s giggle
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rang from behind me. I flinched and jumbled for my flashlight set from between my thighs and turned around. I pointed the ray of light down the barely lit bathroom hallway, cutting through the darkness. “Hello? Who’s there?” I called out, sweeping the light slowly. I gulped and rotated my upper body back and shook my head. ‘Probably the kids I saw outside earlier…?’ Shining the light on the old animatronics face, I fell over onto my rear and yanked my left hand away from its cheek. Two dented and discolored white eyes gazed wildly back at me. The irises must have faded with time for instead of sporting a bright color, they held pale silver rings with empty black circles tucked into them. I clutched my heaving chest shakily as I observed him in complete silence. ‘His eyes were not open before.’ I thought harshly when a memory shot through my mind. When I had researched about the Fazbear Franchise, I was informed that the animatronics were powered by magnetic and coil assemblies located within their bodies. Those assemblies would then store the passive kinetic energy that was made into electrochemical batteries. The more the animatronics moved, the more power that was generated. Pretty advanced stuff for a company that started back in the 50’s or late 60’s. Rationally thinking, I had moved his head several times from side to side as I was examining him just moments before. So much so that it must have produced enough energy for him to power on his circuits, well… at least to where he could open his eyelids.
Letting the air ease out of my lungs, I sat back on my heels, looking at his decrepit but oddly goofy face. I tried to picture a fun and bright appearing rabbit that he might have once been. “Well,” I reluctantly smirked, “don’t you look happy to see m-” Suddenly, an ear piercing, garbled scream bursts out from the withered animatronics throat. Slapping my hands over my ears, I accidentally dropped my flashlight. His vocal wails filled the vacant Pizzeria as if it used to be a preprogramed greeting or singing that had been transformed into something demonic and nightmare inducing over the decades. Clinching my teeth, I clasped the rabbit by the shoulders and shook him desperately but his monstrous static seemed to only escalate. Not knowing what else to do, I frantically grabbed my flashlight from off the floor and in a complete panic, I flailed my hands in front of his face. “Be quiet! Stop it, stop it!!” I shouted and after a few waves, he quieted down and silence settled like dust. That Golden Bonnie’s static shrill continued to resonate in my head as I recovered, “Guess… We’ll have to get that voice box fixed, heh…”
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The old rabbit that sat there with its eyes wide open with its unnatural looking toothed smile began to creep me out the longer I stared at him in bone-chilling silence. I puffed out a sigh and unsteadily rose up off of the checkered floor, wiping my dirty and clammy palms on my jacket then brushing off the dust that clung to my black pants. I bent to my right and studied the box-like arcade games that stood boldly and strongly in the middle of the room. They were, for the most part, covered in a fine layer of dust with small granules that must have drifted off the ceiling tiles. Pointing my flashlight to the animatronic again, I had noticed he was the only thing that actually appeared quite spotless in the place, save from discoloration of his fur. Shaking him like I did must’ve disturbed the dust that had collected on him. His eyes had closed back shut. I shrugged and spun around on the ball of my foot to go fetch my dolly that was waiting for me just outside the room’s entrance. Eyeing the boards and crumbled plaster I had peeled off earlier, I took hold of the red, worn handlebars and began rolling it to him. It had struck me odd that anyone, let alone a company, would leave 3 good-looking arcade cabinets with a semi-working animatronic behind, board up the room and pretend they never existed. The poor yellow thing looked like it had been ravaged and torn apart by the various cake-fueled children that would have visited the Pizzeria while it was still in operation. I figured the company decided it would’ve been too costly to repair the broken robot and just abandoned it. Vacantly, I stared down into the animatronic. He was forced to put on a bright smile even though his owners had given up on him long ago. Painted over like a memory rather be forgotten and then left to rot...
I sighed somberly and forced myself to move again, setting the dolly in front of his shabby bowed legs. I stepped over to the arcade cabinet and position my flashlight between the large candy like buttons so I could have a steady and stable light source freeing up my hands. Dust sprinkled the air like glitter as I prepped myself to move the 280-some pound entertainment machine to the dolly. I crouched down and hooked my arms under his and tried to lift him up with my legs. “Aaaaagh!” I grunted as his full weight became blatantly apparent to me. I manage to drag the animatronic two feet from the wall before I grew winded. I let go of Golden Bonnie and stood erect, my hands on my lower back as I stretched out. “When will David get here?” I groaned like an impatient 4-year-old. Looking at my wristwatch, the tiny glow-n-the-dark traditional face read 9:25pm. The
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place was hard to find, I admit and David being a bit late this time seemed more than reasonable. He wasn’t the type to leave a friend out on the clothesline. If there were anyone I could count on to have my back, it would be him. I hung my head and my reddish orange hair tickled my face. I glanced down at the golden rabbit hunched over in the same position that I had dragged him from off the wall. ‘Servos must have locked up…’ I inhaled calmly and readjusted my ever-dirtying clothes, getting ready to move that behemoth again.
I tried grabbing at his arms, shoving him from his back, and attempted to bend his legs inward but I had settled for turning him 180 degrees so his back was facing the dolly. With my small 120lb mass, not even my legs could help me in successfully moving the creature. ‘I would feel much more comfortable if I had someone to help me but I suppose the least I could do was to get him to sit on the dolly.’ I kneeled over his legs and grabbed the dolly and moved it close. I reached down, slipping my fingers under his hips and hoisted him up all the while trying to get the dolly to move under his bottom.
After attempting this rather pathetic strategy several times, I stopped and rested my chin on his somewhat soft head between his ears, his rough leathery nose pressing up against my collarbone. The animatronic had a faint and somewhat dusty yet sharp honey scent to him; like a mix between a smelly old penny and boiled honey water. Catching my breath, I finally decided to rage quit, softly spitting out “Damn it, man.” My eyes peered down over the top of his head and I watched the light being captured by yellow man-made fibers of his fur suit like trapped fireflies in a jar. My hand made its home on his cheek as I traced the ridges and grooves of his face. Absently, I thought to myself, ‘You seem much older than you should be…’ A cold waft of air seeped in through my clothes and gave my extruded body goose bumps as I stood up and yawned. I swept some yellow fluff off my chest when my light began flickering on and off and startled me. My cheap flashlights batteries were acting up again. “Shit!” I lunged at the arcade cabinet just in time for my flashlight to bluntly shut off in my face, making me stumble and graze my palm against its hard plastic edge, leaving me in baffling darkness. I loved creepy places and the feelings they gave me but I kept getting a deep anxiety building in the pit of my gut from that forgotten Pizzeria and from that old freaky relic I needed to haul off.
I was eye level to the control panel itself and kneeling on the floor as I rummaged for my light. A small exhale escaped between my
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dry lips as my hand gripped the flashlights handle. As I turned myself to face the entrance of the room, my blinding light switched on in front of me and illuminated the abruptly far too close head of Golden Bonnie. His eyes were gaping at me and his deteriorated grin was ajar. My body had locked-up. A cold sweat bled through my pores as chills ran up and down and over my skin while my poor heart furiously thumped against my unmoving chest. To my complete fright, two small white dots winked on in the center of Golden Bonnie’s void-like pupils as the ray from my flashlight intensified the longer it shined on his twisted yellow face. Soft scratching and mumbling came from all sides of me as the room slowly closed in. My breath quickened as my heart tightened up in my chest when all of a sudden the light bulb shattered and arch-flashed a sick blue before it went out for good. Consumed in debilitating and deafening pitch-blackness, my eyes grew wide and my ears strained when out of nowhere, I heard a hard grinding of metal scraping against the floor in front of me. My muscles tensed up until they ached as the jagged grating had stopped. I could feel sweat bead down my neck as I held my breath, the space around me getting smaller and smaller. Something sweet had caught my nose when I felt a sudden and terrifyingly loud groan right in my face. I jumped up a mile high and screamed bloody murder and bolted through the arcane darkness, stumbling for the exit. Bursting through the door, I almost tripped on my own feet as I met the damp mild air of the August night.
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That place wasn’t very friendly to me. Old hospitals, run-down amusement parks, hell, even old-fashioned haunted houses were much more welcomed memories than that fucking Pizzeria. I could have just left and washed my grimy hands of that place but I couldn’t. This was the big break I had been hoping and praying for. That golden animatronic held something I had lost long ago. A way out, the freedom from my albatross and a way I could possibly use to buy the family home my mother graciously dumped on me. I couldn’t figure out why I was so high stung about that place. It’s just an old creepy looking animatronic in an abandoned kids “fun house”. It’s not like that thing was alive or out to get me, but whatever the case was, I needed to suck it up. I needed what was inside that building of old memories and forgotten dreams.
I had been sitting on my truck’s bed for a while. My blue tarp provided ample cushion as I looked up at the stars twinkling happily down at me. I heard tires crunching gravel and saw headlights turning
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above my head. Like some awful creature from the living dead, I rose up from the truck and witnessed a beaten to hell, pale kaki Ford SUV pull in. David rolled down his windows and shuts off his SUV as he greeted me in shouting language. “Finally!” I shouted back, “I’ve been waiting for you forever!”
He closed his door shut and seemed a little frazzled with his black spiked fro-hock and his old black jeans jacket he would take to hell and back if he could. “Come on Flare, I don’t have GPS and there’s like NOTHING marking this goddamn place!”
“How do you think I felt driving around like an idiot??” I smart mouthed. “But I got some Amazing news!” I hopped out of the truck bed and bounced to him, the streetlights dimly illuminating his rough face, “I found one! An animatronic!!”
His blue eyes lit up with a grin, “What??! Are you serious??” Like a wound up spring ready to pop David hung on my words as I gave sudden hesitation.
My stomach tightened up and my mouth grew parched as I continued deliberately, almost tasting each word, “Yeah…! It still works too and it spooked me earlier heh. I think it might be an original Bonnie.”
“Oh man! We could get a Killing for it! Show me, show me!!” David’s ready to go energy could never not bring me out of a bad mood. I needed to focus on the end goal despite that thing being a working nightmare. The payoff was too big to abandon. I opened the old rusted door with a spine tingling squeak when David called out to me. Turning my head I saw him reach into his SUVs back window and pulled out a gray toolbox and a yellow floodlight tripod. He motioned his head and we both ventured into consuming utter darkness.
“Hold it!” David muttered while trying to maneuver himself to turn on the tripod. It flashed on and bathed the Pizzerias hallway in white light. As we walked through the hall, I brought David up to speed. He rambled on about how the old Pizzerias had “safe-rooms” built before the company decided to board them up for conflicting reasons. “Mostly it was that employees would goof off in them cuz the rooms didn’t have any cameras.” He continued as we treaded over to the entrance of the once forbidden room.
I said, “He’s in here, I tried to get him onto the dolly myself but you know how weak I-”
“Flare?... Are you sure this is where you found it?”
I became silent. My stomach dropped to my knees as I peered into the light flooded room. It was void of that time torn bunny rabbit and my dolly!
“Are you trying to make me cry?” David laughed, as he probably believed I was pulling his leg. I frantically ran around the corners of the room, searching behind the disconnected arcade cabinets only pausing when David
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pointed out, “Dude, your dolly’s right here.”
I poked my head from the cabinets and began to move towards the entrance again and sure enough, right around the corner was my red and slightly rusted dolly. “No… no, he was here! I-” My voice skipped as I felt a rolling crack under my sneaker. It was my plastic flashlight. I quickly picked it up and held the broken and crushed device.
David having noticed this mocked, “You left your flashlight here too? Wow Flare, you do get off stumbling through dark creepy places, don’t ya?” He gave me a hardy laugh as I barked at him to put a sock in it.
After a few silent seconds of recollection, I blurted out, “He must’ve moved! I-I remember researching that they use stored kinetic energy. I was moving him a lot and that must have generated enough power for him to just get up and walk out…!” I threw the crapped-out flashlight and grabbed David’s tripod out of his hands. I stride quickly out of the branching hallway to the main party room that I had yet to fully explore. I shined the light all about the big, empty and sticky room. There were a few chairs and tables scattered about. Some were flipped over while others looked like they hadn’t been touched since the place closed down. The once cheerful walls were now water logged and peeling while wires and loose ceiling tiles hung above us like bad dreams. I moved the light to sweep the dark and musty room, looking briefly at the tattered purple curtains of Pirate Cove where a lonely sign stood out. “Out of order.” I slowly mouthed as I carefully ambled my way up to the small stage. The industrial light flickered a few seconds and I felt my eyes cross, thinking the sign changed words before it stabilized and went back to normal. I blinked and rubbed my dust-irritated orbs before I flinched as I felt the tripod being snatched out of my hand.
“Give me that!” David jabbed playfully as he turned to explore more of the Pizzeria. I breathed out slowly, welcoming the change of leadership as I followed behind his stern figure.
David shown the light to his left and then right where he stopped and held the beam on a door that read “Employees Only” in broken letters. He moved to investigate the room to the side of the show stage. David tried to swing the tarnished door open but it held fast and didn’t budge. He pushed it harder with his hand and then again his shoulder.
Watching the almost 150lb man struggle against the door I lightly said, “I don’t think that door’s been opened in a while, bro…” A strong scrapping and creaking came from the door as he managed to open it a little wider but not enough for even myself to
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squeeze through.
“Yeah…” He disappointedly admitted as he tried to sneak a peek with the bulky floodlight before he grew frustrated and gave up. “I think I saw another door in there but we can try to get to it later… I wanna find our big ticket first!” Our shoulders brushed against each other as he stepped passed me to wander down the west hallway.
The hall appeared to mirror the east only differing with a tiny broom closet to the left; its wooden door long ago fell off its oxidized hinges. Dingy and tangled stars hung down near the walls where almost preserved posters of Freddy and his friends were planted sparsely along them. I heard David gasped and coughed out, “Holy crap! Whooa!” I shuffled to his side as we both stood in front of the doorway to a security camera room, gawking at the giant that towered inside. One might have thought the animatronic would go to the stage but it looked like he went straight for this particular room and came to stand in front of a dusty rolling chair, suspiciously leaning into it. David’s voice trembled as he set the tripod down to shine into the small room and hopped in. I shifted my feet and held my arms as I watched him touch the bigger-than-life animatronic furry as he ranted “… And it walked all the way over here?!!”
David’s voice didn’t register to me completely at that moment. I just stared at the mechanical rabbit that was, in a relaxed manor, gazing down at the empty chair. “Y-yeah…” I stammered out, “It tried to use its voice but it’s shot...”
“Aww, too bad! Maybe Van ‘the computer wiz-kid’ can clean it up. Having the original animatronic and the original audio is like, unheard of! Probably worth 350k now!” David chimed.
My heart skipped and I fell back to earth, “350?? Are you serious??” Never could I have imagined getting that kind of money doing something I considered a hobby. Almost 120k each! That would be enough to buy my house AND clean up the massive debt my family left and then some! My tense face turned upside down as I giggled delightedly. David gave me a goofy affirmative as he squeezed by Golden Bonnie to stand beside me, still looking at the 7ft tall bunny.
“Tsh, it looks like shit but we can salvage it, no problem!” I swiveled my head to see an excited smile on his face. It gave me a jolt knowing this beast could be worth almost half a million, too. David had set his toolbox down on the ground outside the office and took out a giant metal flashlight, “I’m going to get the dolly! Move that chair and try to open the other door so I can bring it inside!” But before I could suggest he bring the thing around, he bolts off. David wasn’t the lazy type, he just sometimes
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doesn’t like to use his head, but arguing against the point had proven useless many times before.
I quietly stood there for a few seconds, examining the rotting children’s playmate. He was so much bigger than I had first expected. Why in the world would a company make a robot that was designed to entertain children in mind taller than the adults themselves? I suppose it wouldn't really bother children that much. Everyone looks gigantic when you’re a small 3-foot tall child. A few old box TVs sat under the desk and wires were sprawled across its counter. Skinny windows decorated beside metal doors, all smudged and dusty. I examined the doors more closely and found something disturbing. They seemed as if a button operated them. I didn’t remember seeing anything like that while I was a child even though that was at a different restaurant. The floodlight lit up the room to an almost cheerful mood. So much so it allowed me to gather myself up to move about and around in it. I rolled the noisy black chair to the corner of the room, making a plume of dust to rise from its cushion as it bonked into the door frame. I carefully crept between the animatronic and the desk while David was busy making a racket in the hall beside us. I held my breath as I slid past the robot rabbit, trying not to bump into the creature. A small gasp of air chirped out of my throat as I weakly fell to the grimy floor, almost too glad to have squeezed by without clipping him.
Before I took the task of levering the metal gray door open, I swiveled to look at Golden Bonnie again. The light, even though it created harsh shadows, had shown colors of the rabbit I never noticed. Curiously, almost all his joints were discolored with a minute brow hew, as if his joints had rusted and somehow leaked down his fur at one time. “Hmm…” My eyes traveled up to his worn face. Why was he leaning over that chair in the first place? Would these animatronics even have the security room programmed into their minds and if so, what was the point?
The door before me had black and yellow-stripped caution tape decorating the bottom and the top of it. The bottom of the door was cracked open enough for me to slip my fingers under and try to lift it up. David was on the other side and said, “Hey, let me help with that.” I saw his fingers grab the bottom of the door next to mine and on the count of three we lift up several times, straining and without budging the stubborn rusted thing.
“No use…” I panted, “Just come around, David!” As soon as I had finished, a loud boom shocked from behind me. A yelp blipped out of my throat with sudden fright. I spun to see the door had slammed down, cutting out most of the light and the only exit way. I practically flew towards the door and over the desk. I began banging on it with my fists, trying to open the door and
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hysterically pressing the button. David’s voice yelled from the east door way, “What the fuck!? Are you okay??”
Sweat graced my brow even though the air was cool and dry. I swiftly turned my head to the other side to see David’s light moving erratically in the thin window next to it. “Get me out of here!!” I cried and scooted passed Golden Bonnie.
David grunted as he spat out, “Here, uh, let me try something!” I remained planted deep in my shoes. My whole body racked back and forth as David had grabbed the dolly and positioned it under the door to jimmy it up. The damn rusted thing broke! I climbed onto the old, dust-covered desk to look out the small cloudy window. David had a layer of glistening sweat on his rosy face as he seemed to twitch with anxiety, “I’m going to go get help! Flare, er… Stay there! Here...”
I cursed at him and begged him not to leave, “Don’t leave me in here!” I yelled as I saw David’s black flashlight roll under the door and into the room. Leaping off of the desk I grabbed the still warm flashlight like it was the only thing keeping me alive.
“I know you don’t do well in small spaces but you’ll be fine! I promise Flare, I’ll be right back!”
I was bawling. Everything felt to grow intense and cluttered all around me, “Hurry pleeease!” My face against the smudged glass, my green eyes widened as I saw the last sliver of light retreat from the entrance door. The entire building opened up. Backing away from the window, my hands were shaky and my mouth was dry as I realized David was gone and I was alone.
(to be continued...)
*PG-13 content ahead*
A yellowish colored mangled torment was on the floor leaning beside the water-damaged wall. Its knees were bent and legs open. The head of the thing hung over its chest as if it were looking at the ground while its arms were limp at its sides. I gasped in awe, shuffling towards the listed being, “…No freaking way!” I croaked as I practically sprang to it. “Wow...!!” ‘A forgotten animatronic!’ The thing was dingy and had a lot of holes in its yellow furry suit as though the suit itself rotted off in chunks. Wires poked out from gaps between joints and holes like worms in a rotting apple. I squatted down in front of the mechanical creature and positioned my flashlight so I could manipulate and look at its face. My small heart tripped over its own beat as I propped its head up. His eyelids were closed and the fur on his face was noticeably missing in several areas to where one could see his shiny metal framing. My eyes were drawn to a deep scar that broke through his suit just above and below his right eye, “I can’t believe it… Is… Is this an original Bonnie? A golden one??” My voice wavered as I continued to marvel at the relic. The lips on his face had disintegrated over time which forced him to give a large, toothy smile that stretched from one corner of his face to the other in a rather unsettling way. Unfortunately, his ears had been badly damaged. His left one was the only thing that made him recognizable as a rabbit while his other looked as if someone had bent it and cruelly broke it off into a stub, exposing the inner rod of his endoskeleton that spouted torn wires like a twisted water fountain.
As I had moved in closer between his out stretched legs to inspect his pathetically damaged right ear, a strident child’s giggle
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rang from behind me. I flinched and jumbled for my flashlight set from between my thighs and turned around. I pointed the ray of light down the barely lit bathroom hallway, cutting through the darkness. “Hello? Who’s there?” I called out, sweeping the light slowly. I gulped and rotated my upper body back and shook my head. ‘Probably the kids I saw outside earlier…?’ Shining the light on the old animatronics face, I fell over onto my rear and yanked my left hand away from its cheek. Two dented and discolored white eyes gazed wildly back at me. The irises must have faded with time for instead of sporting a bright color, they held pale silver rings with empty black circles tucked into them. I clutched my heaving chest shakily as I observed him in complete silence. ‘His eyes were not open before.’ I thought harshly when a memory shot through my mind. When I had researched about the Fazbear Franchise, I was informed that the animatronics were powered by magnetic and coil assemblies located within their bodies. Those assemblies would then store the passive kinetic energy that was made into electrochemical batteries. The more the animatronics moved, the more power that was generated. Pretty advanced stuff for a company that started back in the 50’s or late 60’s. Rationally thinking, I had moved his head several times from side to side as I was examining him just moments before. So much so that it must have produced enough energy for him to power on his circuits, well… at least to where he could open his eyelids.
Letting the air ease out of my lungs, I sat back on my heels, looking at his decrepit but oddly goofy face. I tried to picture a fun and bright appearing rabbit that he might have once been. “Well,” I reluctantly smirked, “don’t you look happy to see m-” Suddenly, an ear piercing, garbled scream bursts out from the withered animatronics throat. Slapping my hands over my ears, I accidentally dropped my flashlight. His vocal wails filled the vacant Pizzeria as if it used to be a preprogramed greeting or singing that had been transformed into something demonic and nightmare inducing over the decades. Clinching my teeth, I clasped the rabbit by the shoulders and shook him desperately but his monstrous static seemed to only escalate. Not knowing what else to do, I frantically grabbed my flashlight from off the floor and in a complete panic, I flailed my hands in front of his face. “Be quiet! Stop it, stop it!!” I shouted and after a few waves, he quieted down and silence settled like dust. That Golden Bonnie’s static shrill continued to resonate in my head as I recovered, “Guess… We’ll have to get that voice box fixed, heh…”
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The old rabbit that sat there with its eyes wide open with its unnatural looking toothed smile began to creep me out the longer I stared at him in bone-chilling silence. I puffed out a sigh and unsteadily rose up off of the checkered floor, wiping my dirty and clammy palms on my jacket then brushing off the dust that clung to my black pants. I bent to my right and studied the box-like arcade games that stood boldly and strongly in the middle of the room. They were, for the most part, covered in a fine layer of dust with small granules that must have drifted off the ceiling tiles. Pointing my flashlight to the animatronic again, I had noticed he was the only thing that actually appeared quite spotless in the place, save from discoloration of his fur. Shaking him like I did must’ve disturbed the dust that had collected on him. His eyes had closed back shut. I shrugged and spun around on the ball of my foot to go fetch my dolly that was waiting for me just outside the room’s entrance. Eyeing the boards and crumbled plaster I had peeled off earlier, I took hold of the red, worn handlebars and began rolling it to him. It had struck me odd that anyone, let alone a company, would leave 3 good-looking arcade cabinets with a semi-working animatronic behind, board up the room and pretend they never existed. The poor yellow thing looked like it had been ravaged and torn apart by the various cake-fueled children that would have visited the Pizzeria while it was still in operation. I figured the company decided it would’ve been too costly to repair the broken robot and just abandoned it. Vacantly, I stared down into the animatronic. He was forced to put on a bright smile even though his owners had given up on him long ago. Painted over like a memory rather be forgotten and then left to rot...
I sighed somberly and forced myself to move again, setting the dolly in front of his shabby bowed legs. I stepped over to the arcade cabinet and position my flashlight between the large candy like buttons so I could have a steady and stable light source freeing up my hands. Dust sprinkled the air like glitter as I prepped myself to move the 280-some pound entertainment machine to the dolly. I crouched down and hooked my arms under his and tried to lift him up with my legs. “Aaaaagh!” I grunted as his full weight became blatantly apparent to me. I manage to drag the animatronic two feet from the wall before I grew winded. I let go of Golden Bonnie and stood erect, my hands on my lower back as I stretched out. “When will David get here?” I groaned like an impatient 4-year-old. Looking at my wristwatch, the tiny glow-n-the-dark traditional face read 9:25pm. The
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place was hard to find, I admit and David being a bit late this time seemed more than reasonable. He wasn’t the type to leave a friend out on the clothesline. If there were anyone I could count on to have my back, it would be him. I hung my head and my reddish orange hair tickled my face. I glanced down at the golden rabbit hunched over in the same position that I had dragged him from off the wall. ‘Servos must have locked up…’ I inhaled calmly and readjusted my ever-dirtying clothes, getting ready to move that behemoth again.
I tried grabbing at his arms, shoving him from his back, and attempted to bend his legs inward but I had settled for turning him 180 degrees so his back was facing the dolly. With my small 120lb mass, not even my legs could help me in successfully moving the creature. ‘I would feel much more comfortable if I had someone to help me but I suppose the least I could do was to get him to sit on the dolly.’ I kneeled over his legs and grabbed the dolly and moved it close. I reached down, slipping my fingers under his hips and hoisted him up all the while trying to get the dolly to move under his bottom.
After attempting this rather pathetic strategy several times, I stopped and rested my chin on his somewhat soft head between his ears, his rough leathery nose pressing up against my collarbone. The animatronic had a faint and somewhat dusty yet sharp honey scent to him; like a mix between a smelly old penny and boiled honey water. Catching my breath, I finally decided to rage quit, softly spitting out “Damn it, man.” My eyes peered down over the top of his head and I watched the light being captured by yellow man-made fibers of his fur suit like trapped fireflies in a jar. My hand made its home on his cheek as I traced the ridges and grooves of his face. Absently, I thought to myself, ‘You seem much older than you should be…’ A cold waft of air seeped in through my clothes and gave my extruded body goose bumps as I stood up and yawned. I swept some yellow fluff off my chest when my light began flickering on and off and startled me. My cheap flashlights batteries were acting up again. “Shit!” I lunged at the arcade cabinet just in time for my flashlight to bluntly shut off in my face, making me stumble and graze my palm against its hard plastic edge, leaving me in baffling darkness. I loved creepy places and the feelings they gave me but I kept getting a deep anxiety building in the pit of my gut from that forgotten Pizzeria and from that old freaky relic I needed to haul off.
I was eye level to the control panel itself and kneeling on the floor as I rummaged for my light. A small exhale escaped between my
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dry lips as my hand gripped the flashlights handle. As I turned myself to face the entrance of the room, my blinding light switched on in front of me and illuminated the abruptly far too close head of Golden Bonnie. His eyes were gaping at me and his deteriorated grin was ajar. My body had locked-up. A cold sweat bled through my pores as chills ran up and down and over my skin while my poor heart furiously thumped against my unmoving chest. To my complete fright, two small white dots winked on in the center of Golden Bonnie’s void-like pupils as the ray from my flashlight intensified the longer it shined on his twisted yellow face. Soft scratching and mumbling came from all sides of me as the room slowly closed in. My breath quickened as my heart tightened up in my chest when all of a sudden the light bulb shattered and arch-flashed a sick blue before it went out for good. Consumed in debilitating and deafening pitch-blackness, my eyes grew wide and my ears strained when out of nowhere, I heard a hard grinding of metal scraping against the floor in front of me. My muscles tensed up until they ached as the jagged grating had stopped. I could feel sweat bead down my neck as I held my breath, the space around me getting smaller and smaller. Something sweet had caught my nose when I felt a sudden and terrifyingly loud groan right in my face. I jumped up a mile high and screamed bloody murder and bolted through the arcane darkness, stumbling for the exit. Bursting through the door, I almost tripped on my own feet as I met the damp mild air of the August night.
***
That place wasn’t very friendly to me. Old hospitals, run-down amusement parks, hell, even old-fashioned haunted houses were much more welcomed memories than that fucking Pizzeria. I could have just left and washed my grimy hands of that place but I couldn’t. This was the big break I had been hoping and praying for. That golden animatronic held something I had lost long ago. A way out, the freedom from my albatross and a way I could possibly use to buy the family home my mother graciously dumped on me. I couldn’t figure out why I was so high stung about that place. It’s just an old creepy looking animatronic in an abandoned kids “fun house”. It’s not like that thing was alive or out to get me, but whatever the case was, I needed to suck it up. I needed what was inside that building of old memories and forgotten dreams.
I had been sitting on my truck’s bed for a while. My blue tarp provided ample cushion as I looked up at the stars twinkling happily down at me. I heard tires crunching gravel and saw headlights turning
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above my head. Like some awful creature from the living dead, I rose up from the truck and witnessed a beaten to hell, pale kaki Ford SUV pull in. David rolled down his windows and shuts off his SUV as he greeted me in shouting language. “Finally!” I shouted back, “I’ve been waiting for you forever!”
He closed his door shut and seemed a little frazzled with his black spiked fro-hock and his old black jeans jacket he would take to hell and back if he could. “Come on Flare, I don’t have GPS and there’s like NOTHING marking this goddamn place!”
“How do you think I felt driving around like an idiot??” I smart mouthed. “But I got some Amazing news!” I hopped out of the truck bed and bounced to him, the streetlights dimly illuminating his rough face, “I found one! An animatronic!!”
His blue eyes lit up with a grin, “What??! Are you serious??” Like a wound up spring ready to pop David hung on my words as I gave sudden hesitation.
My stomach tightened up and my mouth grew parched as I continued deliberately, almost tasting each word, “Yeah…! It still works too and it spooked me earlier heh. I think it might be an original Bonnie.”
“Oh man! We could get a Killing for it! Show me, show me!!” David’s ready to go energy could never not bring me out of a bad mood. I needed to focus on the end goal despite that thing being a working nightmare. The payoff was too big to abandon. I opened the old rusted door with a spine tingling squeak when David called out to me. Turning my head I saw him reach into his SUVs back window and pulled out a gray toolbox and a yellow floodlight tripod. He motioned his head and we both ventured into consuming utter darkness.
“Hold it!” David muttered while trying to maneuver himself to turn on the tripod. It flashed on and bathed the Pizzerias hallway in white light. As we walked through the hall, I brought David up to speed. He rambled on about how the old Pizzerias had “safe-rooms” built before the company decided to board them up for conflicting reasons. “Mostly it was that employees would goof off in them cuz the rooms didn’t have any cameras.” He continued as we treaded over to the entrance of the once forbidden room.
I said, “He’s in here, I tried to get him onto the dolly myself but you know how weak I-”
“Flare?... Are you sure this is where you found it?”
I became silent. My stomach dropped to my knees as I peered into the light flooded room. It was void of that time torn bunny rabbit and my dolly!
“Are you trying to make me cry?” David laughed, as he probably believed I was pulling his leg. I frantically ran around the corners of the room, searching behind the disconnected arcade cabinets only pausing when David
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pointed out, “Dude, your dolly’s right here.”
I poked my head from the cabinets and began to move towards the entrance again and sure enough, right around the corner was my red and slightly rusted dolly. “No… no, he was here! I-” My voice skipped as I felt a rolling crack under my sneaker. It was my plastic flashlight. I quickly picked it up and held the broken and crushed device.
David having noticed this mocked, “You left your flashlight here too? Wow Flare, you do get off stumbling through dark creepy places, don’t ya?” He gave me a hardy laugh as I barked at him to put a sock in it.
After a few silent seconds of recollection, I blurted out, “He must’ve moved! I-I remember researching that they use stored kinetic energy. I was moving him a lot and that must have generated enough power for him to just get up and walk out…!” I threw the crapped-out flashlight and grabbed David’s tripod out of his hands. I stride quickly out of the branching hallway to the main party room that I had yet to fully explore. I shined the light all about the big, empty and sticky room. There were a few chairs and tables scattered about. Some were flipped over while others looked like they hadn’t been touched since the place closed down. The once cheerful walls were now water logged and peeling while wires and loose ceiling tiles hung above us like bad dreams. I moved the light to sweep the dark and musty room, looking briefly at the tattered purple curtains of Pirate Cove where a lonely sign stood out. “Out of order.” I slowly mouthed as I carefully ambled my way up to the small stage. The industrial light flickered a few seconds and I felt my eyes cross, thinking the sign changed words before it stabilized and went back to normal. I blinked and rubbed my dust-irritated orbs before I flinched as I felt the tripod being snatched out of my hand.
“Give me that!” David jabbed playfully as he turned to explore more of the Pizzeria. I breathed out slowly, welcoming the change of leadership as I followed behind his stern figure.
David shown the light to his left and then right where he stopped and held the beam on a door that read “Employees Only” in broken letters. He moved to investigate the room to the side of the show stage. David tried to swing the tarnished door open but it held fast and didn’t budge. He pushed it harder with his hand and then again his shoulder.
Watching the almost 150lb man struggle against the door I lightly said, “I don’t think that door’s been opened in a while, bro…” A strong scrapping and creaking came from the door as he managed to open it a little wider but not enough for even myself to
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squeeze through.
“Yeah…” He disappointedly admitted as he tried to sneak a peek with the bulky floodlight before he grew frustrated and gave up. “I think I saw another door in there but we can try to get to it later… I wanna find our big ticket first!” Our shoulders brushed against each other as he stepped passed me to wander down the west hallway.
The hall appeared to mirror the east only differing with a tiny broom closet to the left; its wooden door long ago fell off its oxidized hinges. Dingy and tangled stars hung down near the walls where almost preserved posters of Freddy and his friends were planted sparsely along them. I heard David gasped and coughed out, “Holy crap! Whooa!” I shuffled to his side as we both stood in front of the doorway to a security camera room, gawking at the giant that towered inside. One might have thought the animatronic would go to the stage but it looked like he went straight for this particular room and came to stand in front of a dusty rolling chair, suspiciously leaning into it. David’s voice trembled as he set the tripod down to shine into the small room and hopped in. I shifted my feet and held my arms as I watched him touch the bigger-than-life animatronic furry as he ranted “… And it walked all the way over here?!!”
David’s voice didn’t register to me completely at that moment. I just stared at the mechanical rabbit that was, in a relaxed manor, gazing down at the empty chair. “Y-yeah…” I stammered out, “It tried to use its voice but it’s shot...”
“Aww, too bad! Maybe Van ‘the computer wiz-kid’ can clean it up. Having the original animatronic and the original audio is like, unheard of! Probably worth 350k now!” David chimed.
My heart skipped and I fell back to earth, “350?? Are you serious??” Never could I have imagined getting that kind of money doing something I considered a hobby. Almost 120k each! That would be enough to buy my house AND clean up the massive debt my family left and then some! My tense face turned upside down as I giggled delightedly. David gave me a goofy affirmative as he squeezed by Golden Bonnie to stand beside me, still looking at the 7ft tall bunny.
“Tsh, it looks like shit but we can salvage it, no problem!” I swiveled my head to see an excited smile on his face. It gave me a jolt knowing this beast could be worth almost half a million, too. David had set his toolbox down on the ground outside the office and took out a giant metal flashlight, “I’m going to get the dolly! Move that chair and try to open the other door so I can bring it inside!” But before I could suggest he bring the thing around, he bolts off. David wasn’t the lazy type, he just sometimes
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doesn’t like to use his head, but arguing against the point had proven useless many times before.
I quietly stood there for a few seconds, examining the rotting children’s playmate. He was so much bigger than I had first expected. Why in the world would a company make a robot that was designed to entertain children in mind taller than the adults themselves? I suppose it wouldn't really bother children that much. Everyone looks gigantic when you’re a small 3-foot tall child. A few old box TVs sat under the desk and wires were sprawled across its counter. Skinny windows decorated beside metal doors, all smudged and dusty. I examined the doors more closely and found something disturbing. They seemed as if a button operated them. I didn’t remember seeing anything like that while I was a child even though that was at a different restaurant. The floodlight lit up the room to an almost cheerful mood. So much so it allowed me to gather myself up to move about and around in it. I rolled the noisy black chair to the corner of the room, making a plume of dust to rise from its cushion as it bonked into the door frame. I carefully crept between the animatronic and the desk while David was busy making a racket in the hall beside us. I held my breath as I slid past the robot rabbit, trying not to bump into the creature. A small gasp of air chirped out of my throat as I weakly fell to the grimy floor, almost too glad to have squeezed by without clipping him.
Before I took the task of levering the metal gray door open, I swiveled to look at Golden Bonnie again. The light, even though it created harsh shadows, had shown colors of the rabbit I never noticed. Curiously, almost all his joints were discolored with a minute brow hew, as if his joints had rusted and somehow leaked down his fur at one time. “Hmm…” My eyes traveled up to his worn face. Why was he leaning over that chair in the first place? Would these animatronics even have the security room programmed into their minds and if so, what was the point?
The door before me had black and yellow-stripped caution tape decorating the bottom and the top of it. The bottom of the door was cracked open enough for me to slip my fingers under and try to lift it up. David was on the other side and said, “Hey, let me help with that.” I saw his fingers grab the bottom of the door next to mine and on the count of three we lift up several times, straining and without budging the stubborn rusted thing.
“No use…” I panted, “Just come around, David!” As soon as I had finished, a loud boom shocked from behind me. A yelp blipped out of my throat with sudden fright. I spun to see the door had slammed down, cutting out most of the light and the only exit way. I practically flew towards the door and over the desk. I began banging on it with my fists, trying to open the door and
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hysterically pressing the button. David’s voice yelled from the east door way, “What the fuck!? Are you okay??”
Sweat graced my brow even though the air was cool and dry. I swiftly turned my head to the other side to see David’s light moving erratically in the thin window next to it. “Get me out of here!!” I cried and scooted passed Golden Bonnie.
David grunted as he spat out, “Here, uh, let me try something!” I remained planted deep in my shoes. My whole body racked back and forth as David had grabbed the dolly and positioned it under the door to jimmy it up. The damn rusted thing broke! I climbed onto the old, dust-covered desk to look out the small cloudy window. David had a layer of glistening sweat on his rosy face as he seemed to twitch with anxiety, “I’m going to go get help! Flare, er… Stay there! Here...”
I cursed at him and begged him not to leave, “Don’t leave me in here!” I yelled as I saw David’s black flashlight roll under the door and into the room. Leaping off of the desk I grabbed the still warm flashlight like it was the only thing keeping me alive.
“I know you don’t do well in small spaces but you’ll be fine! I promise Flare, I’ll be right back!”
I was bawling. Everything felt to grow intense and cluttered all around me, “Hurry pleeease!” My face against the smudged glass, my green eyes widened as I saw the last sliver of light retreat from the entrance door. The entire building opened up. Backing away from the window, my hands were shaky and my mouth was dry as I realized David was gone and I was alone.
(to be continued...)
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okay! So here is the second part of my TS story. I uploaded a longer one this time all leading up to poor Flare getting herself in a pickle. xD No mature content just yet but we're getting there! This part actually was the one that I started writing about. I wrote the first part After I had written the middle and ending of my story >3< because, you know... I thought it was just going to be a drawing idea at first. Oh well hahaha
If you see any grammatical errors or spelling mistakes PLEASE don't be afraid to point them out to me as well any questions or comments you might have ^w^
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FNaF belongs to Scott Cawthon
If you see any grammatical errors or spelling mistakes PLEASE don't be afraid to point them out to me as well any questions or comments you might have ^w^
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This story is amazing so far