The Twisted Ones

by Scott Cawthon

Don’t trust your eyes.”

“Your mind creates motion when there is none. It fills in colors and trajectories based on what you’ve seen before, and calculates what you should be seeing now.”

These dreams were different. When she woke, she was physically exhausted: not just drained but sore, her muscles weak. Her hands were stiff and aching, like they’d been clenched into fists for hours.

“Stop.” Charlie’s face was suddenly immobile. She felt as if moving it, making any expression at all, would require an arcane skill she no longer possessed.

Two mechanical faces were held upright on metal structures and attached to a length of board. Their features were indistinct, like old statues worn away by rain, or new clay not yet fully sculpted. They were made of a malleable plastic, and where the backs of their heads ought to be there were instead networks of casings, microchips, and wires.

She flipped a small black switch and little lights blinked; tiny cooling fans began to whir. They didn’t move right away, but there was a change. The vague features took on a sense of purpose. Their blind eyes didn’t turn to Charlie: they looked only at each other. “You,” said the first. Its lips moved to shape the syllable, but never parted. They weren’t made to open. “I,” the second replied, making the same soft, constrained movement. “You are,” said the first. “Am I?” said the second.

Jessica looked at her friend’s round, cheerful face, and frizzy shoulder-length brown hair.

Jessica blinked hard, like she was resetting her brain.

“I’ve been doing sit-ups,” Charlie said awkwardly. “Huh?” “Forget it.”

“Go knock his socks off!” Jessica called as Charlie left. “I don’t know what that means!” Charlie replied,

“I’ve been doing sit-ups,” Charlie said with a rising panic. “Huh?” John gave her a confused look. “Never mind.

“No, I mean really not alone. Like I have another self: someone who’s a part of me and is always with me. I’ve had these feelings before, but they came and went, and I didn’t pay much attention to them. I didn’t know they meant something. Then when I learned the truth, and those memories started coming back to me—John, I felt whole in a way I don’t even know how to describe.”

Like he’s in a box, or I’m in a box. I can’t tell.”

vaguely recalling that movies were something people did on dates.

The turn signal was still on, flashing yellow onto the dirt road. Charlie watched it for a moment, hypnotized. She felt as if she might never move again, just sit here watching the endless, measured blinking of the light. Clay switched the signal off, and Charlie blinked, as if a spell had been broken. She straightened her spine and unbuckled her seat belt.

“It was, like, costume blood, or movie blood. It was pretty convincing, though. We didn’t realize it was fake until the crime lab looked at it under a microscope.”

“It was, like, costume blood, or movie blood. It was pretty convincing, though. We didn’t realize it was fake until the crime lab looked at it under a microscope.” he used it for years of course he would have removed the damn sqrings

her reflection looked wrong somehow, off, as if it wasn’t herself she saw, but a copy. Someone else dressed as her.

the dead man in the field. Who were you?

the dead man in the field. Who were you? *banjo noises*

The man was probably five foot ten or five foot eleven, which means the suits must have been at least seven feet tall.

The man was probably five foot ten or five foot eleven, which means the suits must have been at least seven feet tall. wink wonk

She hurled herself at the console, and somehow, it was enough. It wobbled on its base, then fell, knocking Foxy to the ground and pinning him there. She ran, but he was too quick: he caught her by the leg and ripped his hook right through her; she screamed, staring down at the snapping, twisted metal jaws, and the burning, silver eyes.

His skin was desiccated and shriveled. His eyes were wide open, his face expressionless and discolored.

The locks had been driven so deeply into his skin that the bases of each were flush against his neck; they looked like part of him.

“It’s like he’s fused with the suit,”

Charlie leaned in closer, where harsh outlines of rectangles lined the bottom of the page. They were all colored in, like slabs of granite. She stared at them with a sensation of déjà vu: they were important. I don’t remember drawing that, she thought uneasily.

When she got to the door, she stopped, her guts twisting. There’s something wrong. She hesitated, her hand suspended in the air, as if something was blocking her path. She finally took hold of the knob, and instantly her hand felt fused to it, as if by an electrical current. She couldn’t turn it, and she couldn’t let go.

It was a woman.

one woman one man neither are children haqqy frog &co?

A young man answered, about Charlie’s age, wearing a St. John’s College T-shirt and jeans. “Yeah?” he said, giving her a blank stare. “Are you—open?” “Yeah.” He was chewing gum and wiped his hands on a grimy rag. Charlie took a deep breath.

i dont trust this boy

“Another girl?” Charlie drew closer. “Yes, as a matter of fact.

dammit

“Tracy Horton,”

“Tracy Horton,” have i heard this name before?

isit not horton hears a who the ELEPHANT

The house seemed to be listing to the side, though it must have been an illusion; surely the foundation itself couldn’t have sunk.

John waited patiently,

John waited patiently, that's it, that's the book

As her hand touched the creature, a wave of nausea hit her, but it lasted only a split second.

Afton Robotics, LLC.

could be m's co but he would have to be quite a bit older than charlie. BUT the bro in4 WAS older

Afton Robotics, LLC.

w was too busy with the franchise he wouldnt have had time especially if he WAS arrested for the first murders.

“I thought he was just a business partner for Freddy’s,” she said slowly. “I guess he did a bit more than that.”

“I thought he was just a business partner for Freddy’s,” she said slowly. “I guess he did a bit more than that.” or that yeah

“They move at night,” Charlie said. “I mean they can’t walk around in the daylight. So they find a place to bury themselves until nightfall.”

“They move at night,” Charlie said. “I mean they can’t walk around in the daylight. So they find a place to bury themselves until nightfall.” how did she reach that conclusion???

Locked in a box, a dark and cramped box, can’t move, can’t see, can’t think. Let me out!

Locked in a box, a dark and cramped box, can’t move, can’t see, can’t think. Let me out! think huh? ppppuuuppppppppeeettttt

But when she went closer she saw why—it wasn’t real. There were no cords or cables coming from it. The whole place had a surreal quality, almost of mockery.

The latch was on the outside, but these creatures were old; their parts were rusted and weak.

Some of their faces were animals, and some seemed to be painted like clowns. Others appeared disturbingly human.

Charlie looked up again at the creature perched on top of the game. Its wings stretched wide, and its head was thrown upward in the midst of an elaborate dance. It cast a shadow in front of the game, right where the player would stand.

Charlie looked up again at the creature perched on top of the game. Its wings stretched wide, and its head was thrown upward in the midst of an elaborate dance. It cast a shadow in front of the game, right where the player would stand. not just this as quote but this place is giving me fazbear frights vibes

She blinked and shook her head hard, her dizziness resurging. The room seemed to spin around her.

It was just another animatronic, or perhaps just a normal doll, made to look like a little boy selling balloons.

He wore a red-and-blue striped shirt, and a matching propeller beanie on his head. He was made of plastic, but his shiny face had something old-fashioned about it. Its features mimicked fairy-tale dolls carved from wood. His nose was a triangle and his cheeks were made rosy with two raised circles of dusky pink. His blue eyes were enormous, wide, and staring, and his mouth was open in a grin that bared all his even white teeth. His hands were fingerless balls, each gripping an object. In one he held a red and yellow balloon nearly half his size on a stick. In the other he raised a wooden sign reading BALLOONS!

The room with the games and the harsh black light was dizzying as well, and it sprawled out in all directions. Everything seemed farther apart than before, the walls miles away. Her mind was numb. She fumbled to remember where she was, unable to tell which way was which.

She could hear the sickening grind of metal, and plastic twisting, and a rasping noise she recognized. Sharp feet scraped against the floor, digging grooves into the tile.

His face was dark, the color mottled, and it was swollen with fluid; cheeks that had been hollow were now distended with the bloat of decay. His eyes were bloodshot, the burst capillaries threading through eyeballs that looked just a little too translucent. Something inside them had gone bad, jellylike. At the base of his neck, Charlie could see two pieces of metal gleaming. They extended from within his neck, rectangular lumps standing out from his mottled skin. He wore what had once been a mascot suit of yellow fur, though what remained was now green with mold.

GOT to be springtrap

“William Afton, then? Of Afton Robotics?” “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!”

“William Afton, then? Of Afton Robotics?” “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!” CHARLIE gave him life in the suit. pppppuuupppppppeeetttt