S-A-V-E-T-H-E-M

                                                     .★ ☆ ★.

   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!”

Well, she hadn’t expected to see whatever this new salvage was. It seemed to be a fusion of some sort, kind of like how she used to be. It didn’t sound to happy with her either but something felt rather….strange, as if there was an actual person there with her. “Are you….sure you aren’t looking for someone else?”

Thump, thump, thump…

The child’s heart raced as he gripped the flashlight in his shaking fingers. The sound of the metal scrapping made him flinch in fear, but he needed to keep the door locked-!! Grabbing the doorknob, he held onto it with his dear life, holding his own breath as the monster tried opening the door.

Hearing the footsteps fading away, he let go of the knob, quietly going back to the end of his bed. He quietly sobbed, tears dripping down his cheeks as he held the flashlight in both of his hands to his chest, whimpering.

Just make it all stop, wake up, wake up, wake up…

The sound of a voice made him snap out of his trance, staring at the left door. Who was that? Was it a trick by one of the monsters..?

With a quick sweep around, he quietly, but hurried over to the door. Ivan softly placed his ear on the door, holding up his flashlight in defense.

“ U-Um…. Who’s there…? ”

    Regret swells up in his mechanical, nightmarish chest at the soft sniffles and sobs that slip into the air like whispers, reminding him too much of himself, and the cries he too had released not only at his death, but all the scary things in life.    He pressed his claws up against the door, softly as to not scare the child inside. “I-I’m a...f-f-friend...” His destroyed, demonic voicebox garbled. No, that wasn’t good enough. That wouldn’t make him trust the monster in the hallway that he regretted to call himself...He needed proof.           “Don’t b-b-be s...scared...I am h-h-here with yo-yo-you...”

   He’ll admit that when he’s lonely, for all the others do is screech and scream about rage, but never offer comfort, his soul will slip quietly into the doll that looked so very similar to the one he once had and treasured so, and he would listen to secrets whispered in his golden ears and he would watch as the older tormented his holder- and he wanted to reach out...and be friends...though he knew the others would forbade it because he was H I S  blood and so deserved the agony of the purple one.

    ★ The newest salvage is an unholy sight, and IT is almost tossed back on several occasions not just because of ITs horrific hybrid appearance, but the almost d e m o n i c  feeling that comes with it.

   It is the burned husks of Freddy, Bonnie, Chica and Foxy, all meshed into one horrible 

                                                   C R E A T I O N 

   It crawled through the vents, the hook leftover from the pirate fox on its left appendage creating an unpleasant squeal against the metal, searching for an exit. This is a trap it does not belong in, and it knows this. 

      ★ He doesn’t enjoy doing this. At ALL. But the others are so determined, so angry, and he is angry like them but...but doing this doesn’t feel right.

   He’s the youngest of them all, taken at the tender age of 6 with blood stained golden curls and overalls torn to shreds by metal springlocks as he drowned in a sea of gold and purple- he’s always been taught to listen to his elders, but even though they are older then him, he doubts they’re wiser. 

       ★ The moment the lights go out and the doors close with a heavy clunk and lock with the turning of keys, the moment that the cheerful voices of children fade away into nothing but a sorrowful silence, h i s  false body heaved upwards, gears and servos groaning in protest from age and wear.

   Bulbous blue eyes swiveled in their sockets, taking in the sight of the small, dingy room as a striking reminder that pierces him every night he awakens with the cruel realization- 

                      I T  W A S N ‘T  A  N I G H T M A R E 

   His metal prison seemed to ache, though it is hardly comparable to the pain he felt when multiple metal pikes pierced his young flesh as his barely alive form was forced inside. His eyes landed on his faceless companion (he had always been closer to him then the rest) and he shuffled to his feet, routinely picking up his fallen top hat and returning it to its proper place on his furred head.

(Rearrange, combine, edit as you want!)

"It takes forever when you go all about it wrong."

"These halls are lined with blood I can't have on my hands."

"These walls they seem to call my name."

"I refuse to be another puppet in your game."

"Your eyes are dead inside."

"Tonight I leave alive."

"I won't let you back in no more, no more."

"I'm sick of getting stuck in the same routine again."

"But I'll never ever be like you."

"I know what happened here, and you can't erase your past."

"I've done what I can to try to hide, but even you can tell who I really am inside."

"It's not my job to watch you."

"Maybe one day you'll find humanity."

"Don't you dare say that we are the same."

"I crave the light of day."

"It's driving me insane."

"We're back. Revamped."

"The madness never ends."

"We're not alone. This time we brought some friends."

"You keep coming back."

"But if this is what you want, then you can be just like us."

"You act like we're to blame."

"You wear a mask to hide yourself when really it makes us the same."

"A couple hours, but it's feeling like days."

"Now you're running out of power."

"We'll leave you mangled and winding away."

"Did you hear that?"

"There's banging in the walls."

“It’s been years since I’ve seen a face around here.”

“I was broken and alone in that hell I called my home.”

"You think you stand a chance to last against the ghosts of your past?"

"Finding me was your worst mistake."

"Now it's just you and me."

"You turn away? I'll be right beside you."

"You cut me off, but I'll always have another way to find you."

"Another night, but it doesn't get easy."

"Because you're stuck picking up all the pieces that they salvaged."

"No matter what the ending, you won't last the night."

"Now don't you panic. It'll all be over soon."

"You'll never be free!"

"You block me out all you want, but I hear the sound."

"I'll come back around."

"No happy ending will ever find you."

"All of these ghosts, they're from deep inside you."

"I found you."

"You've been asleep in your room."

"You can scream. You can shout. This'll all end soon."

"I'm your nightmare."

"I'm broken inside."

"I'll be the end of you."

"Just tell yourself that this is all in your head."

"I hear them running."

"They're banging at my door."

"It's gone for days and nights, but I can't take this anymore!"

"I hear them breathe."

"We hear you scream."

"They won't stop haunting me."

"They're right behind me."

"And I won't take this no more!"

"This can't be real. It's in my head."

"Give it up. You're better off dead."

"Some things are best forgotten."

"We're voices in your head."

"We're the monsters under your bed."

"Come take a closer look."

"We're all still your friends. Do you still believe that?"

"You say that this is over."

"I cannot pretend."

"I know that this can't be the end."

"It's bad enough I'm fading out, and still you torture me."

"Why can't you let me be? I just want to be set free!"

"Now this is the end."

"We can't promise you no more."

"You say you're sick of all your fears, but you keep coming back around here."

"Perhaps it's time for you to be one of us now."

"Now it's the finale, and you weren't ready."

"Don't cry. We're not so scary."

"Don't make a scene, and we'll end this quickly."

"Maybe you've just lost your mind."

"Now you've lost your time."

"We all know you're said and done."

"Now we're bringing it back, and the gang is on track."

"There's so many of us, and we're causing a fuss."

"We all know how the night will end."

"Now you're hiding yourself, but you know very well that it's making us one and the same."

"On strings you will dangle with only yourself to blame."

"There's not a thing you can do to stop us."

"I've forgotten what it's like for me to smell your fear."

"Am I driving you insane?"

"Am I eating at your brain?"

"Your heavy breathing and pain will end soon."

"You're picking up the pieces to the ghosts that will haunt you, too."

"There's no tomorrow for you no matter what they said."

"You know who you are."

"We know everything."

"You've come so far."

               “we’re only kids who lost our way