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it. The whole place had a surreal quality, almost of mockery.
Charlie sat down in the desk chair, finding herself enchanted by the utterly surface imitation of life.
Hold on, she thought. I’m coming.
She wasn’t anxious so much as impatient.
Afton Robotics, LLC.
My father must have trusted him. He must not have suspected. He would never have built a second restaurant with the man who murdered one of his children. But those creatures—he had to have known they were buried beneath our house.
The creature in the doorway. At first he was a shadow, blocking the light, then he was a man in a rabbit suit, and even then it didn’t occur to Charlie to be afraid. She knew this rabbit. Sammy hadn’t even noticed him yet. He continued to play with his toy truck, running it back and forth hypnotically across the floor. Charlie stared up at the thing in the doorway, and a coldness began to gather in the pit of her stomach. This was not the rabbit she knew. Its eyes shifted back and forth subtly between the twins, taking its time: making its choice. When the eyes settled on Charlie, the cold
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A pitch-black top hat was perched on its head, cocked slightly to one side, and the giant cheeks and button nose gave him away immediately. Freddy.
python. His head lost its shape as it folded outward, taking hold of her feet and beginning to swallow, moving slowly upward as she fought not to scream or fight.
“Not knowing what they are, who they had been. And I didn’t dare let them be casually tossed out, considering what they’re capable of doing.” Jessica opened her mouth, about to ask a question, then stopped herself. “I … I kept them,” Clay said. There was a rare note of uncertainty in his voice.
“I kept them. All of them. I don’t know about asking them any questions, though. Ever since that night, they haven’t moved an inch. They’re broken, or at least they’re doing a good impression of it. They’ve been sitting in my basement for over a year now. I’ve been careful to leave them alone. It just seemed like they shouldn’t be disturbed.”
Every night after that, I went down there when Betty was asleep. I watched them, sometimes I even … talked to them, trying to provoke them somehow. I wanted to make sure they weren’t going to kill us in our sleep. I went back over the case files, trying to figure out how we’d missed Afton. How had he managed to come back without anyone suspecting?
John looked into its shining eyes, searching for any of the spark of life he had seen that night, when the golden bear entered the room and they all knew as irrefutable fact that Michael, their childhood friend, was inside. John
The awful image of the malformed Freddy sucking her into its mouth like some kind of snake hit her, and she closed her eyes again, biting her lips together so that she wouldn’t scream.
The torso of the thing was connected to the head by a wide neck, which was almost level with her own, though its head stretched up another foot above her. It was like looking at the inside of a mask: the hollow of a protruding snout, the blank spheres that were the backs of the eyes. When she carefully tilted her head up, she could even see the bolt that attached the black top hat.
That can’t be me. I can’t die like that!
She was inside a cavity made for a human being, but the suit was moving with complete autonomy. Its insides were full of metal architecture and wires, all except for the space that Charlie occupied.
Very similar to FNaF:SL
She yanked herself free too fast, bumping the spring locks and only barely snatching her hand away before they cracked open. The arm jumped and jolted as the robotic skeleton inside it unfolded with a noise like firecrackers.
The floor was black and white tile, except for large patches where the tiles were missing, revealing plots of packed dirt. It was oddly incongruous with everything else, which looked finished and brand-new, if dusty.
Some of their faces were animals, and some seemed to be painted like clowns. Others appeared disturbingly human.
At Freddy’s Pizza, ghostly images had been burned into the arcade screens after years of play. She pressed a couple of buttons experimentally. They were stiff and shiny—untouched.
The voice had been high and scared, a child.
The glimmer of the eyes faded with the rush of light. There was no one there after all.
No, it’s a path. It was narrower than a sidewalk, paved with square gray cobblestones. It ran alongside the curved wall, tracing the way to the waterfall, and led through a narrow passage under the fall itself.
She had a vague sense that stepping off onto the open floor might be dangerous.
She felt trapped in the darkness, though she could see light on either side. Trapped. Her chest tightened, and she screwed her eyes shut.
The child was there, motionless, almost hidden in the shadows in the far corner of the room.
It was just another animatronic, or perhaps just a normal doll, made to look like a little boy selling balloons.
BB!
Charlie screamed and ran back the way she came from, but beneath her feet the dirt began to stir. It jolted, as if something were bumping upward. She scrambled backward as the dirt rose again, and something broke through the surface.
There’s something wrong with this room.
another mound of earth rose ahead of her.
they were wriggling under the paint.
Hello? A voice called again. She put her hands on her head, forcing it back, and looked up to see several children standing around her, all with plump little bodies and broad smiling faces. Sammy? She moved toward them instinctively. They were blurred, and she couldn’t see their features. She blinked, but her vision didn’t clear. Don’t trust your senses. Something is wrong.
Hello? Hello? Hello? More than one spoke at a time now, but not in a chorus.
“Don’t call me that,” he snarled. “I haven’t been Dave for a long time.”
“Wrong again,” he hissed. “I’ve accepted the new life that you gave me. You’ve made me one with my creation. My name is Springtrap!” The man who had once been Dave cried the name with a hoarse glee, then scrunched his gnarled face back into a glare. “I’m more than Afton ever was, and far more than Henry.”
“You never know when a corpse may wander out of the shadows wearing a rabbit suit.”
Charlie remembered her question that no one had answered. How did you find me?
“Was that your plan?” he said incredulously. “Did you think my robots would be as poorly designed as your father’s?”
the tug of something so like her that it was her, blood calling to blood.
Foxy had torn the wolf’s limbs from its body.
Bonnie and Chica had vanished into the shadows.
Springtrap’s mismatched eyes seemed to focus for a moment, and even he seemed to have difficulty muttering his next words. “I didn’t take him. I took you.”
“Don’t you see where we are?” she whispered. Slowly, she walked the length of the room, gesturing to the four enormous pits in the floor, one of which contained a headless, half-buried robot. “John, this is my dad’s house. It’s the room we found.”
Charlie stared, blank with shock. This is the door. She’d been drawing it without knowing what it was. Approximating over and over something she had never seen.
“Charlie, if you don’t get out of here, you’ll die. Whatever’s behind that door, it can’t give you back your family. You still have us.”
“We’ve lost enough. Please, don’t make me lose you, too,” John pleaded.
He walked backward, guiding her as he went.
She was wedged into the suit haphazardly, her whole body crammed into Freddy’s torso, and she could see nothing but dimming figures as more layers of metal and plastic closed over her.
Then something wet dripped onto his hand. There was blood running out of the suit and down Charlie’s arm. Her skin was slick and red, except the hand he held.
