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Like a freezer full of expired, rotten meat had been dropped and opened near the floor of the Part and Services room– their home, just so it seeps into and through the cracks of the door– It was enough to shake up one’s stomach. What the whiffs of heavy mercury eroded copper and cheap cleaner proved, the painful cold, hard truth that was their TALE– It didn’t take a genius to figure it out either. I’m afraid.
It’s jaw hangs slack still, for it’s the beginning of the NIGHT after opening hours, ( Would it have truly made a difference?? ) so with no spectators, the band of decommissioned and dismantled animatronics lie utterly SILENT upon their cold stage ( Their eternal HOMES ),frozen in time with dimmed eyes and expressionless faces from a select couple. To some, to those who know of their existence would likely call them simply gross smelling lifeless husks without electricity running in their circuits, stuck in a mode akin to COMATOSE until the night falls– with eyes open until their power sources awoke to make their engines hum and their gears push into motion as they spring to life in slow, stiff movements and broken, barely distinguishable voices. A-A-Asp… B-Bo-Bonnie… W-W-Wake up…It’s…t-t-t-time… As if the machine had been just awoken by the calling of the voice, there is a sputter and a clank of grinding gears–and his head cocks upward from it’s slouched position. Robots don’t SLEEP. Not exactly at least. Even if they aren’t in use ( Even if they’re rotting away ), they never TRULY rest. ( How does one rest?? ) The source of the noise is barely illuminated by the bright glints of light that pop every now and then from the split wires that jut from his hollowed out face and missing arm. But then, white specks of light from the facial regions of the purple bunny come to life and light his field ofvision, and fixated those pinpricks on the brown bear, his dear FRIEND. > > > [ “H-H-AAAH-AHEEE- ALRi-iGHT F-FRED-DD-Y, I-ISsssSS–” ]
As if the little spirit residing withing her prison of metal and pain had given it a rough kick in it’s side, the bunny gave a harsh twitch, before slouching back over–
> > > [ “H-He’s re-eeturned…??” ]
The spectre in the yellow machine beside the faceless rabbit awoke instantly at the mere insinuation that H E dare return (to mock them? to continue his dark deeds on other unsuspecting souls?), unhinged jaw flaring up with bright sparks.
“W-W-W-W-Well, sh-ucks, b-b-boys! S-S-Sounds like we neeeee-eeeee-eeeed to-
K I L L H I M!”
A rusted hook scraped against the checkered floor tiles that brought forth a screech that could only be matched by the enraged, agonized screams that made their servos spin and their mainframes crackle with energy and steam.
FOXY is the most aggressive of them all
The pirate stood, exposed endoskeleton legs squealing and wires twisting as he does so. Yellow eyes fade to black, white, pin pricked pupils shining through the darkness of the corner he had been stashed away in as he wobbled forward, pointing his hook forward at his companions with a thirst for blood that was a l m o s t unmatched.
“H E D I E S T O N I G H T! O N C E A N D F O R A L L!”
The fifth member of their sad group does not appear, but then again, he hardly does. The youngest taken is also the most timid, a ghost inside a ghost who only comes forward if he feels motivated enough- even now he still mourns. Foxy doesn’t wait for him, metal hand throwing open the rusting door with a shattering clang, ushering his allies out into the dim pizzeria halls, where their hunt will begin.
