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WARNING: The following deviation contains: foul language, blood, gore, mention of character death, mention of child death, [[deaths of the children in the game canon]] violence, dark themes.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: THIS CHAPTER IS BY SPRINGLOCKDEATHTRAP!!!

This is the SECOND half of Chapter 11! It was so long it needed to be broken into two different submissions as it exceeded the 64KB upload limit. The post on its own is nearly 17,000 characters long so...trust me to find the text limit to something eh? Shit gets real here so be SURE to read part one first otherwise you will be COMPLETELY LOST jumping head long into this one! Enjoy.

”The Corporation was large, hands in several other honey bots with similar animatronic themed attractions they received the rights to Fredbear's at the most opportune moment for themselves. In less than three months the FIRST Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria opened its doors to the public in the later summer of 1981. Fredbear and myself, being the two main stars were of course center stage, both our humans brought along with us thankfully not that SHE would have allowed anything less to happen! Thankfully our popularity was mostly unaffected by the closure of the Diner and in no time flat things were back on track.

This being a company the two of us were unable to share the time we once did together but at least she managed to gain exclusive rights to be the only person qualified to operate me. Then again she was the only person they had on staff who could even FIT in me. Neither of us liked the odds. She'd been saving up for awhile in hopes of being able to purchase me from Fredburn originally to prevent anything from happening to me should the Diner ever go south. She didn't have enough in time. She kept the same goal of buying me off Fazbear Entertainment...but corporations work differently than family owned businesses. She attempted to arrange it that although she would own me legally and therefore have exclusive use of me the company would still be able to feature me and hold the rights to anything regarding me.

The price tag they set...was impossibly high, outrageous! I know I was worth A LOT but still...they were just being dicks. But if there was one thing about her I loved it was the utter determination to beat them at their own game. She worked herself near to the point of death to raise the funds. Once or twice she actually fell asleep on break and nearly missed performance times working from open until close five days a week plus normal eight hour shifts on weekends. She forewent so many things, I tried to help but she refused. I did it anyway. I use to collect dropped change and hid it away figuring every little bit would help even if it meant her just using it to go buy a coffee or something. There were times when she was so exhausted I told her to put a pair of earplugs in and let me do the work of performing. Yes, woman was so spent she actually slept inside me while I was moving around entertaining! We kept it up.

Just before the new year rolled in something unusual was announced. They were doing several things. First was to bring in more animatronic characters given the popularity. Apparently there was a children's TV show called Freddy and Friends...that is where your designs and Freddy's change in color, came from if I'm not mistaken. Second order of business. Do to the popularity of Fredbear and I they were commissioning duplicates of us to be made for use at several other Pizzeria locations. Fredbear was one thing to remake but me? There was no way. I was right the official 'Fazbear Entertainment Production Spring-Bonnie' was a semi-cartoon looking version of me save it was far more humanoid in design than I was.

The new animatronics day-viewed after New Years....The Fire Fox Pirate, The Friendly Bear Freddy, The Cooking Time Chica the Chicken...and the Banjo Playing Bonnie the Bunny. Their names however and titles quickly changed within the first few months of their operation mainly thanks to the children. Fire Fox Pirate became Foxy, Friendly Bear Freddy...just Freddy, Chica became just Chica or some called her the 'Let's Eat' chicken....think that annoyed her quite a bit honestly. And Bonnie wasn't none to happy about the Banjo part and I readily don't blame him. Think he broke the instrument on purposes and they gave him a guitar as a replacement. He was much happier.”

He'd been talking for a straight forty minutes now, fuck it all he hadn't planned on taking this long...if only he'd been able to keep his emotions in check properly and not blubbered on like some moron he would have already reached the end of the deal by now! There was no going back and fixing this no matter how embarrassed he felt in regards to it now. If they wanted to poke fun at him about it later then so be it, they pushed him too much and they'd find out first hand what it was like to be on the receiving end of 1500 pounds worth of angry metal monster!

He just needed to nut up and finish, he said what he said and there was no going back now obviously it needed to get out of his system in some fashion or another and talking about was better than making more holes in the wall to fix let alone committing more murders to clean up. Not that he really cared about the last one no, that was more annoying than anything else. Which reminded him, he still needed to clean up the mess left in the guard's office from his earlier rooting around. Plus there was the issue of his first course's car. The keys he found in the pocket were more than just house key's. He'd recognize a Chevy insignia anywhere! It would have to be hidden, he doubted the others possessed the slightest idea on how to drive let alone where to hide a murder victim's car. No, he would be the one to take care of that.

Shifting his weight from left to right the beast crossed his arms under his chest, sighing. ”I do apologize for how long this is taking but I promise you we are almost done.” Hopefully they managed to keep up with him so far. If he had to guess Freddy and Bonnie were the ones still paying the most attention, Foxy and Chica striking him as the type to zone in and out while waiting silently for the important bits. Not that he could blame them...then again he hadn't actually spoken to anyone in years so this was probably a well over due bout of social interaction working its way out.

”Not much occurred between the new band's day view and the summer of 1983...over a year later save for the fact business was booming all of us working hard. Fredbear and I became a sort of extended family to the new animatronics...granted it took them a bit of time to warm up to my human and trust her. Again not that I blame them and she didn't either. They were in deed sentient just as we are. There were good times and bad but we lived life to the fullest. Some new employees were brought on, one of them a mechanic for the new bots. Decent enough guy, not much to say about him, he did his job and didn't cause any problems nor was he needlessly rough with the repairs on the others. He had two sons, one older probably 12 and the other younger...right around 6 or 7.

Older brother was a bit of a bully, loved pulling pranks and scaring the younger one. Poor kid became terrified of the place after awhile, especially when his brother and friends wouldn't stop scaring him while wearing masks that looked like you guys. Granted by that point masks of several other characters from the show having not been made yet into animatronics were prizes from the ticket counter. None of us had the right to tell the kids off but we did what we could to comfort the child. Think I was the only one he wasn't scared shitless of considering none of the kids wore a mask to represent me. Time went on, during the summer both boys came to the Pizzeria every day while their father worked.

The younger brother's 7th birthday was coming up fast the father arranging for the party to be held at the pizzeria. Poor boy was beside himself but he didn't have the strength to tell his father he didn't want the party at Freddy's. Doubt the father would have listened anyways, being an employee he got a nice discount on the food for the guests to attend.” Hydraulics tensed features hardening the male erecting himself into a full stand no longer leaning against the counter for support. Stepping back to the table littered with items he cast a weary eye over the objects heaving a sigh vocals sounding once more in a serious tone.

”Day of the party, place was PACKED. I can't even recall how many events were set up for that day, entire thing nothing but a blurr until the evening when the pizzeria began to empty. The boy's event was set late, mostly for the fact the father wanted to enjoy time with his son verses rushing around working. Think he got off at 8, the place was open until 10 during the summer. In the meantime of course the older brother was left to look after his sibling. Even on his birthday the boy couldn't be nice. Around six I remember it began to empty out the final rush would begin around 8 when the last party was set to begin. Seven pm...was when IT happened. Fredbear was on stage singing as usual other animatronics at the opposite end of the place on their own stage, my human and I were as one, working, performing on the floor for another group of children.

We saw it out of the corner of our eye but didn't pay much mind. It was only a quick glance our attention demanded by the group. We had seen the older brother and his three friends approach the stage, figured they went up to watch Fredbear perform. With our back to them and our attention on the children, we didn't see it happen. All we knew was the sound of an ear splitting scream and the CRACK of bone. Immediately we turned...hunching down to usher the kids into another area half turning on our feet leaping over to the stage.

The little boy hung limp...from the jaws of Fredbear, cranium caught between the teeth one of them piercing straight through the skull...and he was still ALIVE. Fredbear was...beyond horrified. The older kids shoved the little boy in his mouth just as his jaw closed down he couldn't stop the action in time his hydraulics were too old! It wasn't his fault. The father came running, other employees ushered the few people inside out. We tried to tell the father not to pull the son out and wait for the ambulance but....it wasn't his fault...he thought for sure his son was dead...he was grieving....the son...died...five days later in the hospital. We never saw the father, the brother, nor his three friends after that.

The location was shut down and the company pulled its first bastardized move. It COVERED the entire thing up! Sure, it was an ACCIDENT but they were too worried about law suits and whatever else it is humans fret over...stupid bullshit. It was swept under the rug, employees either paid off to keep their mouth shut or threatened to keep silent. There were only a few people in the area when it happened and they too were bought off. Fredbear...we all felt so sorry for him.

We knew...he knew...it was an accident but he couldn't stop blaming himself. The company was on the verge of scrapping him but decided instead to keep him for suit use only to prevent any more instances from occurring. We were shipped off to a new location thankfully all together. Things weren't really the same after that, Fredbear's heart just wasn't into it anymore even his human said the bear felt sorrowful. Of course his human knew nothing of the accident the man wasn't on shift that day all he knew was he was being transferred to a new location.

Two years later, 1985...she was still bound and determined to purchase me, get me away from Fazbear Entertainment no matter the cost. I didn't blame her, I wanted out too. Even the other animatronics were unsure of how they felt in the knowledge the company hide the boy's trauma but then again they were not too verses in the complicated workings of humans at the time. It wasn't their fault and we didn't blame them one way or another for how they felt. She was at the end of rope, taking any shift, any extra job she could get to earn the cash. October of that year...fate would deal the cruelest blow yet to come....but only would I find afterwards the second shoe had not dropped.”

Without any prior indication the monster lapin stood firm arms dropping to the sides, fingers curling into fists striding over to a closet on the far wall. Busting a rather heavy looking lock off the handle the door banged open with such force it rebounded off the wall leaving a sizable dent swinging back to smack the golden hare firmly in the side yet he gave no sign of caring, too busy tossing junk from the closet, searching for something. Sound of metal scraping the floor filter through the air, beast hauling something fairly large upwards over his shoulder from the closet.

Stepping around the debris he crossed the ill-lit room in four strides, yanking a steel table over from another wall roughly shoving it against the current one in the center of the room under the only available working light...and laid out the corpse of faded yellow-gold animatronic bear. ”He's been deactivated for years. Humans ripped out the CPU long ago...” despite the hard expression written on his muzzle there was a sense of remorse in the lapin's voice. ”This...is one of the Spring-Fredbear productions.” Fingers threaded their way across the table, snatching up a large roll of what looked like blue-prints, flinging it open to reveal the schematics for another Spring Style Suit.

”These plans here...show case the Fazbear Entertainment version of me....the Spring-Bonnie.” How anyone could have thought these two were suppose to be the same character was down right COMICAL! Save for perhaps their coloring...originally coloring mind you, the beast's had changed recently, and a more appropriately proportioned head in relation to the body...the carcass on the table was NOTHING like the marvel of machinery standing alongside the prints! Carefully he passed the prints to Bonnie, attention reorienting to the construct before him. ”Just like Fredbear, both versions were designed to function as both animatronic and suit.” Claws tapped against the carbon-fiber shell, sliding along the side of the body facing him sound of latches creaking as they opened filled the air, the male opening up the entire chest of the animatronic.

Under the thick panel lay a rather daunting set of steel 'ribs' interior covered in a sturdy mesh cage. Reaching upon the male removed something from behind his left ear, a little tool type device he stuck it into a hidden panel on the inside of the dead Ursa, turning it over. Grinding of gears long since rusted grated on everyone's auditory receptors until the bolts gave way and the entire chest cavity sprang open like it was spring loaded!

”Look right here, don't touch it now. See how the endo-skeleton compresses back and latches into place with these locks? Spring locks to be more specific? Cheap make...Fredbear's design was MUCH better. But Fazbear Entertainment didn't give a shit about its employees or its characters. All they wanted was money.” Proximity sensors went off the beast snapping around in search of the cause, optics capable of seeing in 4K resolution on night vision spotting the disturbance instantly. Stooping down he hovered for a moment right hand lashing out a shrill squeak echoing the male rising up with a VERY obese rat clenched in his palm the animal squealing it's head off.

Unblinkingly he turned, rat scratching and biting at the hand grasping it to no avail teeth shattering the moment they made contact with the titanium under the fur. Expression was devoid of anything recognizable as if the hare drew a complete blank. Fingers furled over the squirming form of the rodent until they came to grip it by the tail. Hand stretched out, dangling the rat momentarily over the open body of his cartoon counterpart. ”This is what happens when you mess with spring locks.” voice echoed in a matter of fact tone, hand releasing the screaming rodent into the cavity. SNAP!

Animatronic nearly lept off the table violent seizes coursing through it's form convulsing horridly where it lay with such force the limbs flailed about, head crashing against the table over and over as if it truly were alive! Rippling after shocks pulsed mechanical corpse twitching in the most unnerving of fashions for several minutes until it grew still once more...a small pool of blood leaking out from under it. Golden male stood unblinkingly, still as stone. Not a sound, not a word, optics merely boring into the wall...growing tension of a forced calmness ebbing from his body...chest not even cycling a breath...

He blinked, muzzled turned down, gazing upon the putrified beyond mangled remains of the rat caught by the endo-skeleton shifting back into place. Chest rose, breath taken silvery optics never once leave the sight before him, head cocking to the side as he spoke. ”Now imagine if a person were to be caught in that effect. The results...would be far worse.” He gestured to the rodent....nothing more than a bloody pulp of flesh, couldn't even tell it had BEEN a rat!

”That is what happens when spring locks are improperly maintained and they fail. Spring-Fredbear? Spring-Bonnie? No...more like a walking death trap. All it would take was one wrong move, too much pressure on a single lock and the entire system fails, causing the whole endo-skeleton to snap back in place with the same force you just saw.” Vocals were DANGEROUSLY calm...attention turned to the Golden Fredbear corpse, beast's eyeless head facing him. Calming he shut the chest cavity back up, securing it into place before picking the smaller animatronic up and placing it leaning against the wall on the floor.

”THAT...is one of two twists in this tale. My human...my girl...DIED inside a Spring-Bonnie suit. Why? Because she took an extra shift at a sister location when another employee called out sick. It was SUPPOSE to be her first day off in months! I didn't know what she had done, I wasn't set up to be used until Monday, this was a Friday. I had begged her to take some time off so she could rest, she was so exhausted and sick as a dog. Told her everything would be fine until Monday. But she went in. She took the extra shift and went in. She was always so attentive...but in her current state of mind she must have forgotten a step...the locks failed on her when she went to take it off after the performance. She was back in a room just like this one, opposite end of the building, sectioned off...it was called the safe room but employees often disregarded its purpose and used it as an extra break room.

She...died...and no one found her until the following Friday. When she didn't return on Monday I knew something was up. I searched for her at night and found her car gone from her house. She wasn't there. I didn't care I broke in to check! Every night I searched for her...I knew something terrible happened. Not like I could call the cops, they'd want to know who I was and then what? All of a sudden big new across the world sentient robots found at pizzeria?! If she was alive somewhere I knew she would come back and kill ME for making such a move!” words began to crack the hare now pacing aggressively back and forth on the other side of the table, every sentence animated by a fling of the arms or a gesture of the hand.

Tension built in the room so thick it was near suffocating! Hare spun on the ball of his foot rounding to face the band an absolute WILD light in his eyes! ”Want to know how I found out she died this way? Oh it was perfect. Without her the other humans left me in this very room here. Made it all the easier for me to sneak out at night. Hell sometimes I didn't even get back in here until the sun was up! Not like they checked in here anyway.” Index finger jabbed in the direction of a large window cemented in years worth of grime. It was just large enough for him to squeeze through if he was careful.

”Friday, I pushed it until fucking noon that time! Crawled back in through the window and barely managed to sit my ass on the floor when two humans barged in through the door! I went limp on instinct against the wall, two of them talking in hushed voices about something another co-worker told them. They kept glancing at me from time to time, and the Spring Fredbear. He sat in the back with me as well, he was powered off, core ran dry. For the best, he didn't have to go through the pain when the humans grabbed him and pried open his head, tearing out his circuits before throwing him in the back of the closet.

They came to me next but the one, a thin man in his mid twenties...long shaggy brown hair pulled back in a pony tail and the brightest vermillion colored eyes on a human I've ever seen...those had to be contacts, threw out his arm and stopped his fellow co-worker. 'Not this one.' He said. I didn't move. He bent down in front of me, staring at me...I wanted to push him away but knew I couldn't, I played possum instead. Co-worker looked at him and asked 'why we were told to remove all the Spring-Suit animatronics from operation?'

First man repeated himself adding on 'this isn't a Spring-Suit this is the original influence, Springstep! Don't you remember? That auctioned off Hollywood robot bought up by the old Fredbear Family Diner? This is the one that woman always performed with. Looks like she won't be performing with him anymore.' I was infuriated so close to snapping and demanding answers! But I let them talk, the one human never turning away from me. 'Oh, right, that woman who died over the weekend when the Spring-Bonnie suit she was wearing failed on her in the back room. They just found her today.

Looks like she really suffered. From the blood smears they said it looked like she lived for quite awhile after the locks failed. Would have thought she'd bleed out instantly. Guess the parts kept her pressed together long enough to make the bleeding very slow. Must have been the shock or lack of oxygen getting into her system that finally got her.'

'Yeah yeah that one, you don't have to go repeating the entire story. Look the company is paying us BIG to cover this all up and make sure no one finds out. They are putting out a memo concerning the retirement of the classic suits, everything now going full animatronic. Look, leave this guy here. Company probably wants to sell him off.....'”

Nothing short of an explosion went off, dust and debris flying every which direction the entire room shaking! Back faced the Fazbears, shoulders hunched, entire form gone ridged breath fanning in a growling pant from an open maw fists curled, clenched at his sides arms shaking violently. Dust settled around him, peppering his fur...counter before the lapin...was entirely demolished, reduced to nothing more than a pile of splintered wood and plaster, smashed to pieces as if a wrecking ball collided with it. ”They...covered up....her death...they got away...with murder....” every word surged forth in a feral growling snarl teeth gnashing together with every syllable spoken! Rage, pure ANIMOSITY cascaded in droves, seething about, ensnaring everything within its grasp choking the very light from the room!

”They...left me here...in this very room. And after they had gone...well...the ENITRE place needed remodeling once I was done. The others...they didn't try to stop me...for that I am eternally grateful. They knew what she meant to me even if they couldn't understand it fully. They stayed back, stayed away and let me get it out of my system. But when there was nothing left to destroy I turned the pain on myself. I'm not...proud of what I did...I know now it wouldn't have been what she would have wanted for me....but I won't lie about it.” Slowly he turned something glistening along the edges of his optics. ”I tried to offline myself...they stopped me from tearing out my own core.” Gaze averted solemnly, muzzle tilted down ears drooped back in shame. Even among bots off-lining one's self was considered one of the worst taboos. He shook his head, optics blinking rapidly several times wheezing breath escaping from a parched throat. Jaw closed he swallowed thickly searching for his voice once more.

”...After my rampage...well...its part of the reason why the night guard position exists. Thought a bunch of punks broke in to vandalize the place. I hid myself away in here, hoping I'd just one day run out of power and fade. The company wasn't using me anymore so what purpose did I have left to even be here? She was dead...where was I to go? What was I to do? The others they tried visiting me...but I was lost in myself...completely unresponsive to anything or anyone. Days turned into nights and weeks became months.

I never moved from my spot...simply playing the same memory files over and over time and time again occasionally wondering when I would shut down for good. I vaguely remember them visiting me less and less until one day they no longer came. I didn't care. It hurt too much to care. I know I should have, they were my friends. It just...was too painful. I couldn't face it I didn't want to face it. I lost track of time...couldn't tell you if or when I fell in and out of sleep mode...dimly recall the sounds of the pizzeria in the distance. Children laughing and playing...all that joy and happiness. Felt like I didn't deserve it like I could never have it again.

Then...one day...HE....came.” Optics shifted, silver light hardening to cold steel venom returning to his words. ”It was 1987 according to my internal calendar. The man from before, the one with the vermillion eyes and long hair came back to me. I ignored him, shutting into sleep mode every time he walked in the room. I just wanted to be left alone. It was...a bad choice...to turn a blind eye to him. I woke only to find him standing over me. Scared the shit out of me I wasn't expecting that! My reaction was all he needed.

'So it's true...you ARE alive....good.' I was so confused and shocked my systems stalled next thing I knew I was on the ground, pain in my skull BEYOND agonizing! Vision swam and I saw most of my ear had busted off. I tried to get up, too slow...felt like I was hit by a sled-hammer and I was. Last thing I saw was him standing over me and the sledge hammer screaming towards my face.” Pawed hands gripped either side of his skull, claws raking through the fur and down the sides of his neck stopping on the shoulders before settling to lace about the upper arms. Sighing the male stepped forward beginning to pace as he spoke.

”I came to I don't know how long afterwards...to my worst horror...I couldn't move! I panicked, checking through my systems only to feel the cold hard burn of steel speared into cranium! Bastard was still there. Only thing I could really move was my head but not by much...I glanced down...if he hadn't disabled my vocal processor I would have screamed. He'd...forced my body open! Panels and plates I'd kept firmly locked bayed with open arms! Fucker sneered at me in that moment I swore I would kill him! I tried to move, he only laughed.

'Sorry there pal but you won't be moving any time soon. Christ on a bike it takes a lot to put you out! The sledge hammer was almost too much for me to lift let alone swinging! I knew your construction was strong but I didn't expect you to take so many hits especially to the head! Well, it works in my favor then means I'll be VERY protected while using you.'” Teeth ground together, jaw tightening shoulders shaking he looked away, pacing the length of the room several times before pivoting on a dime to face the band once more.

”The warning you received from Withered Freddy? It was about what happened next. Something TERRIBLE did happen...and vengeance from all sides was, is, sought.” Clawed hand gestured to the lead singer where he stood. Face twisted, wild light returning to his eyes fur raising across his entire body every piece of him tensing jaw parting until----

”HAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHHAHAH!!! IT'S FUCKING PERFECT?! THAT BASTARD USED ME ALRIGHT! I WAS HIS PERFECT DISGUISE!! FUCKING RAT HID UNDER MY SKIN AND USED ME TO DO HIS DIRTY WORK! HE USED ME TO KILL HIS VICTIMS!! AND THEY WEREN'T JUST ANY VICTIMS EITHER THEY WERE CHILDREN OF ALL PEOPLE!! AHAHAHHA IT'S IT FUNNY?! HERE I WAS ALL THIS TIME HELL BENT ON PLAYING MY PART TO KEEP THEM SAFE AND THIS BASTARD USED ME TO KILL THEM!!!! SEVERED THE MAIN CONNECTION LINES BETWEEN MY PROCESSOR AND BODY I COULDN'T DO A DAMN FUCKING SHIT THING TO STOP HIM FROM CONTROLLING ME!!! ALL THAT TIME I IGNORED, WAISTED AND SAT GAVE HIM THE TIME TO RESEARCH INTO MY MANUAL AND FIGURE OUT HOW TO DISARM ME!!!”

Shrieking howl unlike any other tore from his throat words bellowing at a volume so loud, so powerful the floor itself shook in vibration! He whirled around maw splitting into a completely psychotic smile so wide it was a wonder the simulated muscles on his face didn't tear right off! Saliva spewed from his mouth riotous laughter howling from whatever parts created his lungs! Entire body spasmed violently, arms wrapping around himself in a tight hug doubling over with insane laughter resonating through the entire establishment spinal strut erecting violently upright, head thrown back jaws wrenched apart he laughed and laughed and laughed..sanity gone!

Laughter began to hitch, vocalizer crackling body shuddering horribly laughter giving way to broken sobs. Legs gave out, male slumping sideways against the closest wall sliding down until he hit the floor limbs splayed around him. He sobbed uncontrollably, head bowed and held in his hands, fingers digging into the furred scalp all previous senses of the male shattered like glass, reduced to nothing more than a heap of weeping, worthless, hunk of junk on the floor.

Liquid drained between the palms of his hands, cascading over his muzzle, dripping onto the floor...he was...actually crying...what the tears consisted of or how this was even possible...sobs died down, chest heaving with every rattling breath he took shoulders quaking every so many seconds in a form of hyperventilation. Golden form grew still, the only sign he was still alive being the rise and fall of his sides. Groggily he shifted, clawed hand resting against the wall long limbs pulling under his frame the beast righted himself into standing once more. ”......he used me to kill them. I had no control...cut off from my own body...he sliced the main neuro cables running from my head to my body, able to access my spinal strut through the interior of my neck with the plates opened.

It was the same man...I found out he was responsible for the death of the first child at the Diner. He decided to make Freddy's his hunting ground. The deaths of those children were the reason the Toy...versions were brought in...designed with the police database access and facial scanners. He told me about them...I don't remember much. He mentioned the Withereds....the memories are...hazy...I tried to erase them but no matter how many times I go to delete the files they never leave...only pieces of them. I can't...get rid of the memories...” Right hand massaged against his brow all strength gone from him now.

”Crush the skull...break the spine...stomp them flat...tear in half...slice the limbs...gut like a fish...so many...so many ways...he used me to kill them...my claws...my talons...my strength...even my teeth....I couldn't stop him...couldn't fight him. I tried, I fought so hard in hopes I might be able to move the cables back into place to spark a connection and kill HIM. But he was smart...he didn't just cut them...he removed several inches worth of them so it wasn't possible.” Optics drifted wearily to an out stretched paw, fixing on it, hollow tones flowing across his tongue.

”He made sure every time he climbed out of me, every time he left me there was no way possible for me to fight back. He checked the cabling every time...like he feared it would grow back. I wouldn't see him for days, weeks even. I didn't bother keeping track of time...I didn't want to know. I blocked out a lot of what he said or told me...only some details got through. I just wanted to die...to cease to exist but he kept me going, he kept me alive for his sick purpose. Got as much delight out of killing those kids as he did seeing the horror on my face when he used my body to do it.”

Dead eyes fell upon the band, no light shown within them....”I remember voices...whispers...figured it was just my imagination or the bastard was fucking with me again. They grew more persistent and louder. Began to think I was going insane, finally snapping under all the pressure. A voice screamed and I opened my eyes...flickering forms of lost souls standing before me. Those of the children....I begged with them, pleaded with them silently for I could not speak for them to forgive me...it wasn't me....it wasn't me! They only repeated themselves over and over and over and over again...every hour of every day of every week it went on and on and on the voices!

Told me to kill him, told me to butcher him, make him suffer. I asked how, screaming in my mind! How could I do this when I couldn't move?! They never answered...finally I agreed. I told them yes...and they responded....'good'. It happened...little over three months ago. He appeared in the room, I could smell his fear, taste his terror. It woke me up. I could smell blood...I sensed weakness. I wanted to kill...I was going to kill...he fled...I wanted him back...the spirits were hunting him...chasing him. They cornered him in this very room. He tried to hide but they always found him.

Gave him no option save but one...to hide inside me. He knew what they were playing at...he wouldn't do it. Their power, strength, was draining. He would out last them. I knew I'd never get another opportunity like this again! I felt it...a sensation creeping down my neck as if something sparked a connection between my head and body once more. I jolted, falling to the floor. I remember the rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins...stench of it only driving me further.

It came back whatever allowed me to move...felt its embrace its touch as if it were that of an old friend. I hadn't moved in so long all my joints seized up. Every movement was pure fire...but no where near the pain I felt in my mind, in my core. He tried to run...I wasn't strong enough to do so, whatever essence was assisting me didn't have the strength. I remember opening myself...dragging against the wall before I tripped...crawling along the floor, climbing up the table to my feet.

I don't know how it was possible...I never cared...never asked. Miles worth of wire, hundreds of feet of cable, metal turned fluid...I lashed out, shadowed essence coursing from the interior of my body...it tendrils of darkness strong enough to hold him. I drug him back...he fought...he struggled...energy wasted in my grip on made me stronger. He wanted to be me so bad? He wanted a body like mine? The perfect trojan horse? Fine.

I forced him inside the cavity within my workings...crunching him up, slamming the plates shut on him, sealing him inside...I killed him....I used him the same way he used me. I gutted him...eviscerated him, violated him...ground him through my gears and pistons, seethed my wires into his flesh and wove my cables into his heart....I...consumed him....my insides twisted, melting together with his...they writhed and turned and spun through leaving not one square inch of him untouched. Heat generated by my core melted skin...metal becoming one with it...I don't know how but his flesh, his bones, they were transformed, becoming metal, reshaping and reforming...filling me...healing me..becoming me!

No longer am I hollow, no longer can a human crawl within! No more can I be used! I was broken and I mended. He took my life, I took his to replace it. The spirits vanished...I don't know what became of them. I could move, I felt more alive than I had in years! I felt solid, I felt good. I felt real! I ran my scans on myself...discovering what happened within me. No more was he the user but the used! I destroyed him and I remade him into myself...to upgrade my form...what was once flesh and bone became metal...organic giving way to inorganic. I was free! I was free! Or so I thought. My systems faded and I blacked out. Only to awaken months later in these same halls...undergoing another transformative process upon my return to consciousness...my break out...and discovery...of you.”

Words fell silent, optics trailing about the dilapidated room sigh heaved from exhausted vocals he turned, picking the keys of the previous night guard off the floor along with the wallet, internal clock reading 3am. Blinking the make cracked his neck, gripping the items in palm tightly. ”I know its...a lot to take in. Those items on the table, go over them at you leisure. Those tapes are old voice recordings and records proving of the companies lies.” Orbs swept over, landing on the stratosphere blue of Freddy's.

”Want my opinion on Withered's last words about vengeance and your Freedom? The murderer of the children is dead....but the ones responsible for all this are alive. The spirits will not rest, no one will be safe, and you will never be free....until Fazbear Entertainment...burns. Cut off the head of the issue, decapitate the monster and it will all finally end. This company needs to go down in flames and never rise again. Then and only then can anyone be at peace.”

Breath huffed, the male giving himself a slight shake, stepping over to the broken open wall, giving pause he turned his muzzle over the edge of his shoulder. ”Think it over, ponder out everything I have told you. I'll be back...bit of a mess to clean up. The guard I killed has a car. I need t get rid of it before sun rise. So now you know everything I know. And now you know the truth about me. So I leave it for you to decide...should I stay or should I go?” Without another word he vanished from the hole, clacking of talons echoing through the corridor, fading into the distance the sound of a door opening then closing, roar of a car engine as it pulled away. What level of hell...did the Fazbear's enter into?

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WARNING: The following deviation contains: foul language, blood, gore, mention of character death, mention of child death, [[deaths of the children in the game canon]] violence, dark themes.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: THIS CHAPTER IS BY SPRINGLOCKDEATHTRAP!!!

This is the SECOND half of Chapter 11! It was so long it needed to be broken into two different submissions as it exceeded the 64KB upload limit. The post on its own is nearly 17,000 characters long so...trust me to find the text limit to something eh? Shit gets real here so be SURE to read part one first otherwise you will be COMPLETELY LOST jumping head long into this one! Enjoy.

”The Corporation was large, hands in several other honey bots with similar animatronic themed attractions they received the rights to Fredbear's at the most opportune moment for themselves. In less than three months the FIRST Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria opened its doors to the public in the later summer of 1981. Fredbear and myself, being the two main stars were of course center stage, both our humans brought along with us thankfully not that SHE would have allowed anything less to happen! Thankfully our popularity was mostly unaffected by the closure of the Diner and in no time flat things were back on track.

This being a company the two of us were unable to share the time we once did together but at least she managed to gain exclusive rights to be the only person qualified to operate me. Then again she was the only person they had on staff who could even FIT in me. Neither of us liked the odds. She'd been saving up for awhile in hopes of being able to purchase me from Fredburn originally to prevent anything from happening to me should the Diner ever go south. She didn't have enough in time. She kept the same goal of buying me off Fazbear Entertainment...but corporations work differently than family owned businesses. She attempted to arrange it that although she would own me legally and therefore have exclusive use of me the company would still be able to feature me and hold the rights to anything regarding me.

The price tag they set...was impossibly high, outrageous! I know I was worth A LOT but still...they were just being dicks. But if there was one thing about her I loved it was the utter determination to beat them at their own game. She worked herself near to the point of death to raise the funds. Once or twice she actually fell asleep on break and nearly missed performance times working from open until close five days a week plus normal eight hour shifts on weekends. She forewent so many things, I tried to help but she refused. I did it anyway. I use to collect dropped change and hid it away figuring every little bit would help even if it meant her just using it to go buy a coffee or something. There were times when she was so exhausted I told her to put a pair of earplugs in and let me do the work of performing. Yes, woman was so spent she actually slept inside me while I was moving around entertaining! We kept it up.

Just before the new year rolled in something unusual was announced. They were doing several things. First was to bring in more animatronic characters given the popularity. Apparently there was a children's TV show called Freddy and Friends...that is where your designs and Freddy's change in color, came from if I'm not mistaken. Second order of business. Do to the popularity of Fredbear and I they were commissioning duplicates of us to be made for use at several other Pizzeria locations. Fredbear was one thing to remake but me? There was no way. I was right the official 'Fazbear Entertainment Production Spring-Bonnie' was a semi-cartoon looking version of me save it was far more humanoid in design than I was.

The new animatronics day-viewed after New Years....The Fire Fox Pirate, The Friendly Bear Freddy, The Cooking Time Chica the Chicken...and the Banjo Playing Bonnie the Bunny. Their names however and titles quickly changed within the first few months of their operation mainly thanks to the children. Fire Fox Pirate became Foxy, Friendly Bear Freddy...just Freddy, Chica became just Chica or some called her the 'Let's Eat' chicken....think that annoyed her quite a bit honestly. And Bonnie wasn't none to happy about the Banjo part and I readily don't blame him. Think he broke the instrument on purposes and they gave him a guitar as a replacement. He was much happier.”

He'd been talking for a straight forty minutes now, fuck it all he hadn't planned on taking this long...if only he'd been able to keep his emotions in check properly and not blubbered on like some moron he would have already reached the end of the deal by now! There was no going back and fixing this no matter how embarrassed he felt in regards to it now. If they wanted to poke fun at him about it later then so be it, they pushed him too much and they'd find out first hand what it was like to be on the receiving end of 1500 pounds worth of angry metal monster!

He just needed to nut up and finish, he said what he said and there was no going back now obviously it needed to get out of his system in some fashion or another and talking about was better than making more holes in the wall to fix let alone committing more murders to clean up. Not that he really cared about the last one no, that was more annoying than anything else. Which reminded him, he still needed to clean up the mess left in the guard's office from his earlier rooting around. Plus there was the issue of his first course's car. The keys he found in the pocket were more than just house key's. He'd recognize a Chevy insignia anywhere! It would have to be hidden, he doubted the others possessed the slightest idea on how to drive let alone where to hide a murder victim's car. No, he would be the one to take care of that.

Shifting his weight from left to right the beast crossed his arms under his chest, sighing. ”I do apologize for how long this is taking but I promise you we are almost done.” Hopefully they managed to keep up with him so far. If he had to guess Freddy and Bonnie were the ones still paying the most attention, Foxy and Chica striking him as the type to zone in and out while waiting silently for the important bits. Not that he could blame them...then again he hadn't actually spoken to anyone in years so this was probably a well over due bout of social interaction working its way out.

”Not much occurred between the new band's day view and the summer of 1983...over a year later save for the fact business was booming all of us working hard. Fredbear and I became a sort of extended family to the new animatronics...granted it took them a bit of time to warm up to my human and trust her. Again not that I blame them and she didn't either. They were in deed sentient just as we are. There were good times and bad but we lived life to the fullest. Some new employees were brought on, one of them a mechanic for the new bots. Decent enough guy, not much to say about him, he did his job and didn't cause any problems nor was he needlessly rough with the repairs on the others. He had two sons, one older probably 12 and the other younger...right around 6 or 7.

Older brother was a bit of a bully, loved pulling pranks and scaring the younger one. Poor kid became terrified of the place after awhile, especially when his brother and friends wouldn't stop scaring him while wearing masks that looked like you guys. Granted by that point masks of several other characters from the show having not been made yet into animatronics were prizes from the ticket counter. None of us had the right to tell the kids off but we did what we could to comfort the child. Think I was the only one he wasn't scared shitless of considering none of the kids wore a mask to represent me. Time went on, during the summer both boys came to the Pizzeria every day while their father worked.

The younger brother's 7th birthday was coming up fast the father arranging for the party to be held at the pizzeria. Poor boy was beside himself but he didn't have the strength to tell his father he didn't want the party at Freddy's. Doubt the father would have listened anyways, being an employee he got a nice discount on the food for the guests to attend.” Hydraulics tensed features hardening the male erecting himself into a full stand no longer leaning against the counter for support. Stepping back to the table littered with items he cast a weary eye over the objects heaving a sigh vocals sounding once more in a serious tone.

”Day of the party, place was PACKED. I can't even recall how many events were set up for that day, entire thing nothing but a blurr until the evening when the pizzeria began to empty. The boy's event was set late, mostly for the fact the father wanted to enjoy time with his son verses rushing around working. Think he got off at 8, the place was open until 10 during the summer. In the meantime of course the older brother was left to look after his sibling. Even on his birthday the boy couldn't be nice. Around six I remember it began to empty out the final rush would begin around 8 when the last party was set to begin. Seven pm...was when IT happened. Fredbear was on stage singing as usual other animatronics at the opposite end of the place on their own stage, my human and I were as one, working, performing on the floor for another group of children.

We saw it out of the corner of our eye but didn't pay much mind. It was only a quick glance our attention demanded by the group. We had seen the older brother and his three friends approach the stage, figured they went up to watch Fredbear perform. With our back to them and our attention on the children, we didn't see it happen. All we knew was the sound of an ear splitting scream and the CRACK of bone. Immediately we turned...hunching down to usher the kids into another area half turning on our feet leaping over to the stage.

The little boy hung limp...from the jaws of Fredbear, cranium caught between the teeth one of them piercing straight through the skull...and he was still ALIVE. Fredbear was...beyond horrified. The older kids shoved the little boy in his mouth just as his jaw closed down he couldn't stop the action in time his hydraulics were too old! It wasn't his fault. The father came running, other employees ushered the few people inside out. We tried to tell the father not to pull the son out and wait for the ambulance but....it wasn't his fault...he thought for sure his son was dead...he was grieving....the son...died...five days later in the hospital. We never saw the father, the brother, nor his three friends after that.

The location was shut down and the company pulled its first bastardized move. It COVERED the entire thing up! Sure, it was an ACCIDENT but they were too worried about law suits and whatever else it is humans fret over...stupid bullshit. It was swept under the rug, employees either paid off to keep their mouth shut or threatened to keep silent. There were only a few people in the area when it happened and they too were bought off. Fredbear...we all felt so sorry for him.

We knew...he knew...it was an accident but he couldn't stop blaming himself. The company was on the verge of scrapping him but decided instead to keep him for suit use only to prevent any more instances from occurring. We were shipped off to a new location thankfully all together. Things weren't really the same after that, Fredbear's heart just wasn't into it anymore even his human said the bear felt sorrowful. Of course his human knew nothing of the accident the man wasn't on shift that day all he knew was he was being transferred to a new location.

Two years later, 1985...she was still bound and determined to purchase me, get me away from Fazbear Entertainment no matter the cost. I didn't blame her, I wanted out too. Even the other animatronics were unsure of how they felt in the knowledge the company hide the boy's trauma but then again they were not too verses in the complicated workings of humans at the time. It wasn't their fault and we didn't blame them one way or another for how they felt. She was at the end of rope, taking any shift, any extra job she could get to earn the cash. October of that year...fate would deal the cruelest blow yet to come....but only would I find afterwards the second shoe had not dropped.”

Without any prior indication the monster lapin stood firm arms dropping to the sides, fingers curling into fists striding over to a closet on the far wall. Busting a rather heavy looking lock off the handle the door banged open with such force it rebounded off the wall leaving a sizable dent swinging back to smack the golden hare firmly in the side yet he gave no sign of caring, too busy tossing junk from the closet, searching for something. Sound of metal scraping the floor filter through the air, beast hauling something fairly large upwards over his shoulder from the closet.

Stepping around the debris he crossed the ill-lit room in four strides, yanking a steel table over from another wall roughly shoving it against the current one in the center of the room under the only available working light...and laid out the corpse of faded yellow-gold animatronic bear. ”He's been deactivated for years. Humans ripped out the CPU long ago...” despite the hard expression written on his muzzle there was a sense of remorse in the lapin's voice. ”This...is one of the Spring-Fredbear productions.” Fingers threaded their way across the table, snatching up a large roll of what looked like blue-prints, flinging it open to reveal the schematics for another Spring Style Suit.

”These plans here...show case the Fazbear Entertainment version of me....the Spring-Bonnie.” How anyone could have thought these two were suppose to be the same character was down right COMICAL! Save for perhaps their coloring...originally coloring mind you, the beast's had changed recently, and a more appropriately proportioned head in relation to the body...the carcass on the table was NOTHING like the marvel of machinery standing alongside the prints! Carefully he passed the prints to Bonnie, attention reorienting to the construct before him. ”Just like Fredbear, both versions were designed to function as both animatronic and suit.” Claws tapped against the carbon-fiber shell, sliding along the side of the body facing him sound of latches creaking as they opened filled the air, the male opening up the entire chest of the animatronic.

Under the thick panel lay a rather daunting set of steel 'ribs' interior covered in a sturdy mesh cage. Reaching upon the male removed something from behind his left ear, a little tool type device he stuck it into a hidden panel on the inside of the dead Ursa, turning it over. Grinding of gears long since rusted grated on everyone's auditory receptors until the bolts gave way and the entire chest cavity sprang open like it was spring loaded!

”Look right here, don't touch it now. See how the endo-skeleton compresses back and latches into place with these locks? Spring locks to be more specific? Cheap make...Fredbear's design was MUCH better. But Fazbear Entertainment didn't give a shit about its employees or its characters. All they wanted was money.” Proximity sensors went off the beast snapping around in search of the cause, optics capable of seeing in 4K resolution on night vision spotting the disturbance instantly. Stooping down he hovered for a moment right hand lashing out a shrill squeak echoing the male rising up with a VERY obese rat clenched in his palm the animal squealing it's head off.

Unblinkingly he turned, rat scratching and biting at the hand grasping it to no avail teeth shattering the moment they made contact with the titanium under the fur. Expression was devoid of anything recognizable as if the hare drew a complete blank. Fingers furled over the squirming form of the rodent until they came to grip it by the tail. Hand stretched out, dangling the rat momentarily over the open body of his cartoon counterpart. ”This is what happens when you mess with spring locks.” voice echoed in a matter of fact tone, hand releasing the screaming rodent into the cavity. SNAP!

Animatronic nearly lept off the table violent seizes coursing through it's form convulsing horridly where it lay with such force the limbs flailed about, head crashing against the table over and over as if it truly were alive! Rippling after shocks pulsed mechanical corpse twitching in the most unnerving of fashions for several minutes until it grew still once more...a small pool of blood leaking out from under it. Golden male stood unblinkingly, still as stone. Not a sound, not a word, optics merely boring into the wall...growing tension of a forced calmness ebbing from his body...chest not even cycling a breath...

He blinked, muzzled turned down, gazing upon the putrified beyond mangled remains of the rat caught by the endo-skeleton shifting back into place. Chest rose, breath taken silvery optics never once leave the sight before him, head cocking to the side as he spoke. ”Now imagine if a person were to be caught in that effect. The results...would be far worse.” He gestured to the rodent....nothing more than a bloody pulp of flesh, couldn't even tell it had BEEN a rat!

”That is what happens when spring locks are improperly maintained and they fail. Spring-Fredbear? Spring-Bonnie? No...more like a walking death trap. All it would take was one wrong move, too much pressure on a single lock and the entire system fails, causing the whole endo-skeleton to snap back in place with the same force you just saw.” Vocals were DANGEROUSLY calm...attention turned to the Golden Fredbear corpse, beast's eyeless head facing him. Calming he shut the chest cavity back up, securing it into place before picking the smaller animatronic up and placing it leaning against the wall on the floor.

”THAT...is one of two twists in this tale. My human...my girl...DIED inside a Spring-Bonnie suit. Why? Because she took an extra shift at a sister location when another employee called out sick. It was SUPPOSE to be her first day off in months! I didn't know what she had done, I wasn't set up to be used until Monday, this was a Friday. I had begged her to take some time off so she could rest, she was so exhausted and sick as a dog. Told her everything would be fine until Monday. But she went in. She took the extra shift and went in. She was always so attentive...but in her current state of mind she must have forgotten a step...the locks failed on her when she went to take it off after the performance. She was back in a room just like this one, opposite end of the building, sectioned off...it was called the safe room but employees often disregarded its purpose and used it as an extra break room.

She...died...and no one found her until the following Friday. When she didn't return on Monday I knew something was up. I searched for her at night and found her car gone from her house. She wasn't there. I didn't care I broke in to check! Every night I searched for her...I knew something terrible happened. Not like I could call the cops, they'd want to know who I was and then what? All of a sudden big new across the world sentient robots found at pizzeria?! If she was alive somewhere I knew she would come back and kill ME for making such a move!” words began to crack the hare now pacing aggressively back and forth on the other side of the table, every sentence animated by a fling of the arms or a gesture of the hand.

Tension built in the room so thick it was near suffocating! Hare spun on the ball of his foot rounding to face the band an absolute WILD light in his eyes! ”Want to know how I found out she died this way? Oh it was perfect. Without her the other humans left me in this very room here. Made it all the easier for me to sneak out at night. Hell sometimes I didn't even get back in here until the sun was up! Not like they checked in here anyway.” Index finger jabbed in the direction of a large window cemented in years worth of grime. It was just large enough for him to squeeze through if he was careful.

”Friday, I pushed it until fucking noon that time! Crawled back in through the window and barely managed to sit my ass on the floor when two humans barged in through the door! I went limp on instinct against the wall, two of them talking in hushed voices about something another co-worker told them. They kept glancing at me from time to time, and the Spring Fredbear. He sat in the back with me as well, he was powered off, core ran dry. For the best, he didn't have to go through the pain when the humans grabbed him and pried open his head, tearing out his circuits before throwing him in the back of the closet.

They came to me next but the one, a thin man in his mid twenties...long shaggy brown hair pulled back in a pony tail and the brightest vermillion colored eyes on a human I've ever seen...those had to be contacts, threw out his arm and stopped his fellow co-worker. 'Not this one.' He said. I didn't move. He bent down in front of me, staring at me...I wanted to push him away but knew I couldn't, I played possum instead. Co-worker looked at him and asked 'why we were told to remove all the Spring-Suit animatronics from operation?'

First man repeated himself adding on 'this isn't a Spring-Suit this is the original influence, Springstep! Don't you remember? That auctioned off Hollywood robot bought up by the old Fredbear Family Diner? This is the one that woman always performed with. Looks like she won't be performing with him anymore.' I was infuriated so close to snapping and demanding answers! But I let them talk, the one human never turning away from me. 'Oh, right, that woman who died over the weekend when the Spring-Bonnie suit she was wearing failed on her in the back room. They just found her today.

Looks like she really suffered. From the blood smears they said it looked like she lived for quite awhile after the locks failed. Would have thought she'd bleed out instantly. Guess the parts kept her pressed together long enough to make the bleeding very slow. Must have been the shock or lack of oxygen getting into her system that finally got her.'

'Yeah yeah that one, you don't have to go repeating the entire story. Look the company is paying us BIG to cover this all up and make sure no one finds out. They are putting out a memo concerning the retirement of the classic suits, everything now going full animatronic. Look, leave this guy here. Company probably wants to sell him off.....'”

Nothing short of an explosion went off, dust and debris flying every which direction the entire room shaking! Back faced the Fazbears, shoulders hunched, entire form gone ridged breath fanning in a growling pant from an open maw fists curled, clenched at his sides arms shaking violently. Dust settled around him, peppering his fur...counter before the lapin...was entirely demolished, reduced to nothing more than a pile of splintered wood and plaster, smashed to pieces as if a wrecking ball collided with it. ”They...covered up....her death...they got away...with murder....” every word surged forth in a feral growling snarl teeth gnashing together with every syllable spoken! Rage, pure ANIMOSITY cascaded in droves, seething about, ensnaring everything within its grasp choking the very light from the room!

”They...left me here...in this very room. And after they had gone...well...the ENITRE place needed remodeling once I was done. The others...they didn't try to stop me...for that I am eternally grateful. They knew what she meant to me even if they couldn't understand it fully. They stayed back, stayed away and let me get it out of my system. But when there was nothing left to destroy I turned the pain on myself. I'm not...proud of what I did...I know now it wouldn't have been what she would have wanted for me....but I won't lie about it.” Slowly he turned something glistening along the edges of his optics. ”I tried to offline myself...they stopped me from tearing out my own core.” Gaze averted solemnly, muzzle tilted down ears drooped back in shame. Even among bots off-lining one's self was considered one of the worst taboos. He shook his head, optics blinking rapidly several times wheezing breath escaping from a parched throat. Jaw closed he swallowed thickly searching for his voice once more.

”...After my rampage...well...its part of the reason why the night guard position exists. Thought a bunch of punks broke in to vandalize the place. I hid myself away in here, hoping I'd just one day run out of power and fade. The company wasn't using me anymore so what purpose did I have left to even be here? She was dead...where was I to go? What was I to do? The others they tried visiting me...but I was lost in myself...completely unresponsive to anything or anyone. Days turned into nights and weeks became months.

I never moved from my spot...simply playing the same memory files over and over time and time again occasionally wondering when I would shut down for good. I vaguely remember them visiting me less and less until one day they no longer came. I didn't care. It hurt too much to care. I know I should have, they were my friends. It just...was too painful. I couldn't face it I didn't want to face it. I lost track of time...couldn't tell you if or when I fell in and out of sleep mode...dimly recall the sounds of the pizzeria in the distance. Children laughing and playing...all that joy and happiness. Felt like I didn't deserve it like I could never have it again.

Then...one day...HE....came.” Optics shifted, silver light hardening to cold steel venom returning to his words. ”It was 1987 according to my internal calendar. The man from before, the one with the vermillion eyes and long hair came back to me. I ignored him, shutting into sleep mode every time he walked in the room. I just wanted to be left alone. It was...a bad choice...to turn a blind eye to him. I woke only to find him standing over me. Scared the shit out of me I wasn't expecting that! My reaction was all he needed.

'So it's true...you ARE alive....good.' I was so confused and shocked my systems stalled next thing I knew I was on the ground, pain in my skull BEYOND agonizing! Vision swam and I saw most of my ear had busted off. I tried to get up, too slow...felt like I was hit by a sled-hammer and I was. Last thing I saw was him standing over me and the sledge hammer screaming towards my face.” Pawed hands gripped either side of his skull, claws raking through the fur and down the sides of his neck stopping on the shoulders before settling to lace about the upper arms. Sighing the male stepped forward beginning to pace as he spoke.

”I came to I don't know how long afterwards...to my worst horror...I couldn't move! I panicked, checking through my systems only to feel the cold hard burn of steel speared into cranium! Bastard was still there. Only thing I could really move was my head but not by much...I glanced down...if he hadn't disabled my vocal processor I would have screamed. He'd...forced my body open! Panels and plates I'd kept firmly locked bayed with open arms! Fucker sneered at me in that moment I swore I would kill him! I tried to move, he only laughed.

'Sorry there pal but you won't be moving any time soon. Christ on a bike it takes a lot to put you out! The sledge hammer was almost too much for me to lift let alone swinging! I knew your construction was strong but I didn't expect you to take so many hits especially to the head! Well, it works in my favor then means I'll be VERY protected while using you.'” Teeth ground together, jaw tightening shoulders shaking he looked away, pacing the length of the room several times before pivoting on a dime to face the band once more.

”The warning you received from Withered Freddy? It was about what happened next. Something TERRIBLE did happen...and vengeance from all sides was, is, sought.” Clawed hand gestured to the lead singer where he stood. Face twisted, wild light returning to his eyes fur raising across his entire body every piece of him tensing jaw parting until----

”HAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHHAHAH!!! IT'S FUCKING PERFECT?! THAT BASTARD USED ME ALRIGHT! I WAS HIS PERFECT DISGUISE!! FUCKING RAT HID UNDER MY SKIN AND USED ME TO DO HIS DIRTY WORK! HE USED ME TO KILL HIS VICTIMS!! AND THEY WEREN'T JUST ANY VICTIMS EITHER THEY WERE CHILDREN OF ALL PEOPLE!! AHAHAHHA IT'S IT FUNNY?! HERE I WAS ALL THIS TIME HELL BENT ON PLAYING MY PART TO KEEP THEM SAFE AND THIS BASTARD USED ME TO KILL THEM!!!! SEVERED THE MAIN CONNECTION LINES BETWEEN MY PROCESSOR AND BODY I COULDN'T DO A DAMN FUCKING SHIT THING TO STOP HIM FROM CONTROLLING ME!!! ALL THAT TIME I IGNORED, WAISTED AND SAT GAVE HIM THE TIME TO RESEARCH INTO MY MANUAL AND FIGURE OUT HOW TO DISARM ME!!!”

Shrieking howl unlike any other tore from his throat words bellowing at a volume so loud, so powerful the floor itself shook in vibration! He whirled around maw splitting into a completely psychotic smile so wide it was a wonder the simulated muscles on his face didn't tear right off! Saliva spewed from his mouth riotous laughter howling from whatever parts created his lungs! Entire body spasmed violently, arms wrapping around himself in a tight hug doubling over with insane laughter resonating through the entire establishment spinal strut erecting violently upright, head thrown back jaws wrenched apart he laughed and laughed and laughed..sanity gone!

Laughter began to hitch, vocalizer crackling body shuddering horribly laughter giving way to broken sobs. Legs gave out, male slumping sideways against the closest wall sliding down until he hit the floor limbs splayed around him. He sobbed uncontrollably, head bowed and held in his hands, fingers digging into the furred scalp all previous senses of the male shattered like glass, reduced to nothing more than a heap of weeping, worthless, hunk of junk on the floor.

Liquid drained between the palms of his hands, cascading over his muzzle, dripping onto the floor...he was...actually crying...what the tears consisted of or how this was even possible...sobs died down, chest heaving with every rattling breath he took shoulders quaking every so many seconds in a form of hyperventilation. Golden form grew still, the only sign he was still alive being the rise and fall of his sides. Groggily he shifted, clawed hand resting against the wall long limbs pulling under his frame the beast righted himself into standing once more. ”......he used me to kill them. I had no control...cut off from my own body...he sliced the main neuro cables running from my head to my body, able to access my spinal strut through the interior of my neck with the plates opened.

It was the same man...I found out he was responsible for the death of the first child at the Diner. He decided to make Freddy's his hunting ground. The deaths of those children were the reason the Toy...versions were brought in...designed with the police database access and facial scanners. He told me about them...I don't remember much. He mentioned the Withereds....the memories are...hazy...I tried to erase them but no matter how many times I go to delete the files they never leave...only pieces of them. I can't...get rid of the memories...” Right hand massaged against his brow all strength gone from him now.

”Crush the skull...break the spine...stomp them flat...tear in half...slice the limbs...gut like a fish...so many...so many ways...he used me to kill them...my claws...my talons...my strength...even my teeth....I couldn't stop him...couldn't fight him. I tried, I fought so hard in hopes I might be able to move the cables back into place to spark a connection and kill HIM. But he was smart...he didn't just cut them...he removed several inches worth of them so it wasn't possible.” Optics drifted wearily to an out stretched paw, fixing on it, hollow tones flowing across his tongue.

”He made sure every time he climbed out of me, every time he left me there was no way possible for me to fight back. He checked the cabling every time...like he feared it would grow back. I wouldn't see him for days, weeks even. I didn't bother keeping track of time...I didn't want to know. I blocked out a lot of what he said or told me...only some details got through. I just wanted to die...to cease to exist but he kept me going, he kept me alive for his sick purpose. Got as much delight out of killing those kids as he did seeing the horror on my face when he used my body to do it.”

Dead eyes fell upon the band, no light shown within them....”I remember voices...whispers...figured it was just my imagination or the bastard was fucking with me again. They grew more persistent and louder. Began to think I was going insane, finally snapping under all the pressure. A voice screamed and I opened my eyes...flickering forms of lost souls standing before me. Those of the children....I begged with them, pleaded with them silently for I could not speak for them to forgive me...it wasn't me....it wasn't me! They only repeated themselves over and over and over and over again...every hour of every day of every week it went on and on and on the voices!

Told me to kill him, told me to butcher him, make him suffer. I asked how, screaming in my mind! How could I do this when I couldn't move?! They never answered...finally I agreed. I told them yes...and they responded....'good'. It happened...little over three months ago. He appeared in the room, I could smell his fear, taste his terror. It woke me up. I could smell blood...I sensed weakness. I wanted to kill...I was going to kill...he fled...I wanted him back...the spirits were hunting him...chasing him. They cornered him in this very room. He tried to hide but they always found him.

Gave him no option save but one...to hide inside me. He knew what they were playing at...he wouldn't do it. Their power, strength, was draining. He would out last them. I knew I'd never get another opportunity like this again! I felt it...a sensation creeping down my neck as if something sparked a connection between my head and body once more. I jolted, falling to the floor. I remember the rush of adrenaline coursing through his veins...stench of it only driving me further.

It came back whatever allowed me to move...felt its embrace its touch as if it were that of an old friend. I hadn't moved in so long all my joints seized up. Every movement was pure fire...but no where near the pain I felt in my mind, in my core. He tried to run...I wasn't strong enough to do so, whatever essence was assisting me didn't have the strength. I remember opening myself...dragging against the wall before I tripped...crawling along the floor, climbing up the table to my feet.

I don't know how it was possible...I never cared...never asked. Miles worth of wire, hundreds of feet of cable, metal turned fluid...I lashed out, shadowed essence coursing from the interior of my body...it tendrils of darkness strong enough to hold him. I drug him back...he fought...he struggled...energy wasted in my grip on made me stronger. He wanted to be me so bad? He wanted a body like mine? The perfect trojan horse? Fine.

I forced him inside the cavity within my workings...crunching him up, slamming the plates shut on him, sealing him inside...I killed him....I used him the same way he used me. I gutted him...eviscerated him, violated him...ground him through my gears and pistons, seethed my wires into his flesh and wove my cables into his heart....I...consumed him....my insides twisted, melting together with his...they writhed and turned and spun through leaving not one square inch of him untouched. Heat generated by my core melted skin...metal becoming one with it...I don't know how but his flesh, his bones, they were transformed, becoming metal, reshaping and reforming...filling me...healing me..becoming me!

No longer am I hollow, no longer can a human crawl within! No more can I be used! I was broken and I mended. He took my life, I took his to replace it. The spirits vanished...I don't know what became of them. I could move, I felt more alive than I had in years! I felt solid, I felt good. I felt real! I ran my scans on myself...discovering what happened within me. No more was he the user but the used! I destroyed him and I remade him into myself...to upgrade my form...what was once flesh and bone became metal...organic giving way to inorganic. I was free! I was free! Or so I thought. My systems faded and I blacked out. Only to awaken months later in these same halls...undergoing another transformative process upon my return to consciousness...my break out...and discovery...of you.”

Words fell silent, optics trailing about the dilapidated room sigh heaved from exhausted vocals he turned, picking the keys of the previous night guard off the floor along with the wallet, internal clock reading 3am. Blinking the make cracked his neck, gripping the items in palm tightly. ”I know its...a lot to take in. Those items on the table, go over them at you leisure. Those tapes are old voice recordings and records proving of the companies lies.” Orbs swept over, landing on the stratosphere blue of Freddy's.

”Want my opinion on Withered's last words about vengeance and your Freedom? The murderer of the children is dead....but the ones responsible for all this are alive. The spirits will not rest, no one will be safe, and you will never be free....until Fazbear Entertainment...burns. Cut off the head of the issue, decapitate the monster and it will all finally end. This company needs to go down in flames and never rise again. Then and only then can anyone be at peace.”

Breath huffed, the male giving himself a slight shake, stepping over to the broken open wall, giving pause he turned his muzzle over the edge of his shoulder. ”Think it over, ponder out everything I have told you. I'll be back...bit of a mess to clean up. The guard I killed has a car. I need t get rid of it before sun rise. So now you know everything I know. And now you know the truth about me. So I leave it for you to decide...should I stay or should I go?” Without another word he vanished from the hole, clacking of talons echoing through the corridor, fading into the distance the sound of a door opening then closing, roar of a car engine as it pulled away. What level of hell...did the Fazbear's enter into?