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     Robyn didn’t know where he’d just found himself, but it was still daylight so he’d have to be careful about moving too much. Nobody’d understand a ‘living’ toy just walking around. Well, there were maybe a few. Without paying much attention to where he was walking, the golden toy rabbit tripped over a rather sizable crack in the sidewalk pavement and faceplanted. “Oof... toes snag on everything...”

@untiltheparty || Closed || FNaF4 arc starter whoo

     Robyn crept as quietly as he could manage through the pizzeria’s ventilation systems. Honestly this was much easier than the alternative, especially since he’d rather not cause a lot of damage. Not that he was capable of causing much.

     The toy rabbit was wet from the downpour that had begun outside, the sound quickly rising as it turned into a deluge. Lucky for the plush that he made it inside then he did.

     Soon, the old toy rabbit reached a vent that led out into a room. A party room? It was very dimly lit, surprisingly. Didn’t these places normally turn off their lights at night altogether? Oh well... if it was the kind of place he was expecting to find, then maybe some things would be different than normal. Back to the room... what is this? It looks like a prize room, a small stage occupying the space next to the counter itself. Beside it was an animatron meant to dispense balloons, it seemed.

     The shelves behind the counter were brimming with toys. New toys, Robyn noted. This place was doing well. The stage seemed to have a puppet character perched upon it, in a chair made to look like it were composed of present boxes.

     “Hmm...” Whoops, that was out loud. It didn’t look like there were any easy ways to get down, unfortunately, and as Robyn pressed up against the vent to get a better look he found himself tumbling to the floor. He landed face-down with a somewhat-wet smacking noise. He would have been lighter had he not been a bit waterlogged. 

     “Listen, Fitzgerald, I’ve come to warn you. You need to believe me whether you like it or not, because the safety and stability of this place will be shattered if you don’t.”

     “Yeah? Why should I, anyway? Believe you, I mean. You’ve got a history, you know.”

     “You just have to, okay? I’ve seen them first hand! You do NOT want to try to deal with power like that. You’ve seen some of the effects already...”

     “And YOU’RE saying they can do that? Forget it. Get out of here. I can’t risk anything by listening to you. It could be a trick for all I know. Now leave. You know it won’t end well for you if you stay.”

     “Fine. But you will see me again, one way or another.”

     “Best part? Yeesh. What did you guys even do?” Jordan scrunched up her face a little. What could be bad for a few abandoned and possessed toys in a long-deserted building? Well, besides the solitude or something.

     “We accidentally sent a... signal... with a Ouija board that some kids left in our place. They came in and were playin’ with it, and we scared ‘em off.” Robyn nodded. “Then... ah... then I suggested we fiddle with it anyway because we’re already dead, so what’s the worst that could happen?”

     “Oh, God, Robyn! Are you serious!?” She felt like she was scolding another Caeden here. Her friend did enough dumb things to last a lifetime and then this... wow this was unbelievable. “So you basically-”

     “We called some demons on the phone I guess, and they homed in on our location. Tried to capture us... I don’t really know why.” Robyn sighed, words getting quieter as his feelings of guilt became more obvious. “They... they stayed behind so I’d have a chance to get away.... and here I am. They’re after me, and I need help to get my friends back and stop them for good...” 

     That one, convince him. He will be quite the asset to our plans... and should he resist? Treat him like the Lynx...

     Well, as it turned out, quite a lot could go wrong. At first, the next day was normal. Nothing was out of the ordinary whatsoever; birds were singing, flowers were blooming, peace was settled firmly upon the community. Or so it seemed, at least.

     “Okay, Robyn. Talk to me. What were you doing in the restaurant that night?” Jordan had decided now was the time to question her small rabbit friend, sitting him down at a toy table next to much cleaner and newer Freddy’s brand plushies.

     “I... well...” Robyn nervously met Jordan’s gaze. “My friends and I made a big mistake, and they’re in trouble because of me... s-so I thought I could run away and get help, somehow. This wasn’t all that well thought-out, I admit, but I don’t have any other choice.”

     “Wha... what kind of trouble? We might actually be able to help if you told us what was going on. I’ve got some really strong friends, okay?” Jordan crossed her arms, definitely expecting some answers.

     “Well, um, for me to explain this right I guess I need to give you a bit of background...” Robyn took a deep breath, more for effect than anything else. Toys, much like the dead, don’t need to breathe. “In 1975, the second location of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza was built. My mom took me and my three closest friends there for a party once it was open, and it was fun for a while. My mom disappeared, though, and we didn’t notice until it was too late.”

     “Didn’t notice what?” How long had the Freddy’s name been cursed? She wondered... had it been since the very beginning? “What happened?”

     “Him.”

     “My my, this is a surprise... surely you must know who I am if you-”

     Jordan and Caeden met up after school the next day. Jordan had Robyn in tow, stuffed in her backpack, while Caeden was pretty much ignoring the rabbit and chattering on excitedly about how Lynda came to life and he thought that was cool.

     “Wait, what? Lynda Lynx came to life? You can’t mean the spirit inside’s all alive right now, right?” Jordan might have been more ready to believe this if it weren’t so preposterous. She could see the dead, and there were many supernatural things they still didn’t understand, however... this was beyond any of that. The dead do not return to living like those who remain on this earth.

     “Yeah, that’s exactly what happened. It’s all a big mystery! Dad’s boss has no idea what happened, and dad doesn’t know, and dad said your dad doesn’t know. Nobody knows!” Caeden laughed, not quite grasping how serious of a situation this was. They might have enough room to explain away the dead native, but those children died too recently compared to her. If any of them came back, who knows what sort of hell could be unleashed?

     “Well. Caeden. I think we need to talk some about this. Supernatural stuff is really really serious, okay? If there’s something out there that can bring our ghost friends back to life on a whim, don’t you think everyone is in danger?” Jordan grabbed Robyn out of her pack and hugged him close as they continued walking. Robyn had absolutely no idea how to join in on the conversation, so for the moment he was content to observe.

     “But why bring Lynda back to life? She doesn’t fight, does she?”

     “No, she sees though. She could predict their movements and give everyone else an advantage.”

     “But what about Goldie? Wouldn’t it be better to bring him back to life? You said he was really strong! Like, the strongest.”

     “I don’t know. I’m not the thing that’s doing this, but there must be a reason they didn’t choose Goldie. At least not yet.”

     Robyn tried not to shudder as this conversation progressed. It was getting into uncomfortable territory, and he really didn’t need to be questioned on this.

     “Whoa, did your rabbit toy move? Where did you even get that thing?” Caeden poked one of Robyn’s plush cheeks, prompting a recoiling reaction from the toy. “Whoa!!”

     “Don’t! Don’t do that.” Robyn grumbled.

     “Um. Yeah. His name is Robyn, and he’s haunted too. I found him with Lynda a few days ago, when I was staying overnight with my dad at his work. He was really hard to clean up-”

     “I’m right here, Jordan.”

     “-But I think he looks nice now. Anyway, um, there’s your house Caeden. I’d better be getting home, too.”

     This scenario was less strange for Marina than it normally would have been, though something did feel a little off. Hopefully it would turn out to be nothing.

     When things settled down and the place was once again silent and still, Robyn climbed up to sit on a nearby windowsill. What was he even doing? He’d end up dragging these people into his problem... but then again, he needed them. They were powerful. They were...

     A threat...

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     Robyn had blacked out, waking up to the sound of Jordan trying to coax the rabbit toy up. “Huh... what?”

     “I found you outside when I got up this morning! Why were you out? I thought you were going to stay in my room.” The child looked concerned. Maybe it was something to do with the possession?

     “I was outside?” Looking around, Robyn could see that they both were, in fact, outside. How was that possible? “Uhh... all right. Um. I don’t know, though. I don’t remember. Last thing I can recall, I was in your room. I have no idea.”

     “Oh. Well. That’s all right. Here; I’ll take you back inside and we can talk with my mom! I’m sure she might be able to come up with an answer. And I need to clean you up anyway.”

     Jordan left in a hurry for the Office with her new friend held tightly in her arms, not noticing Lynda’s gaze trailing after them. 

     “Dad, dad, look!” Jordan held the toy out at arm’s length as she presented it to Jeremy. “Can I keep the rabbit toy, please? Lynda found it.”

     Unsure how to act around this Jeremy guy, Robyn kept himself limp, as though he were only a toy.

     “Uhh... um. Okay. I guess so. It looks kind of old, so we’ll clean and fix it up when we get home, all right?” Jeremy smiled. What a weird toy! He didn’t think he’d seen anything like it before. He might have to look it up later, it looked like it had some sort of tag on it.

     The night was, as usual, rather uneventful for Jeremy. There was the occasional animatronic visit, but nothing out of the ordinary save for this toy rabbit thing that Jordan now had. If there were anything wrong with it, he’d know.

     So, Jordan brought the rabbit home with her when Jeremy returned from work in the morning, and promptly fell asleep in her room, leaving the rabbit to his own devices for several silent hours.

     What am I gonna do? Robyn wondered. It wasn’t as if he could actually fight. Still, he had to try. He was pretty unique, so his experience was sure to help them fight the demons that were probably chasing him. Were they even after him though? He could have sworn that they would simply attack the restaurant, hot on his heels. Did he really escape them?

     “No...” He whispered, pacing the floor next to Jordan’s bed. “That would be way too easy. I’m not out of trouble yet... I can’t afford to get complacent... but I’ve still got no clue what to do.”

     “I guess that’s okay... I feel like it’s gonna eat me up inside, though, not knowing. I’m anxious just to get this over with and save my friends.” Robyn sighed, bouncing in place.

     “I know, dear, but we cannot force things. These events will take their course as they are intended, whether or not we try to affect them.” Lynda said with a solemn nod.

     “Lynda? Wh... what time does this restaurant open? I should probably find some place to hide, right?” Robyn didn’t think it would be wise to stay out in the open. No doubt he had already been caught on security cams, somewhere, but he still didn’t think he could be around during normal operating hours. This place wasn’t abandoned and left to rot in the middle of land that soon became woods.

     “I suppose you do, at that... Jordan, dear, how long have you been standing there?” Lynda said with a pointed glance at the doorway.

     The girl blinked at Lynda’s question, shaking her head a little. “I just heard that the bunny needs a place to hide! He can come home with me if he wants to. I know mommy and daddy won’t mind.”

     “Oh! How nice, Jordan, that’s wonderful. Well, Robyn? Would you care to go back to Jordan’s house with her?” Lynda chuckled. Of course the child would want to bring the talking toy rabbit home!

     “Um... yeah. Okay. I’ll go with you, Jordan.” Robyn nodded, turning to give Lynda a quick hug. “Thanks for your help. Sorry again for breaking in like this.”

     Lynda blinked in surprise at the touch, seeming stunned for several moments before she gently patted the rabbit’s head. “Oh, of course. You are welcome.”