Based on a TPRR roleplay. It's also long.
Michael sat in the office. He didn’t like to know what awaited him beyond those doors. He knew he didn’t have much power, and he was scared of it.
It’s only two, he thought. It feels like I’ve been here for weeks.
Michael checked the hall. He gasped. Freddy stood outside. He shut the door.
Freddy looked deteriorated. How old were these animatronics?
Why wasn't he going away?
Michael checked the main stage on the cameras. What was that? Freddy was still on the stage! Mike turned and saw Freddy still standing over him.
“What the hell?” Mike couldn’t contain his surprise. “Who cloned you?”
Mike knew there were other locations, it is a pizzeria chain after all, but the next one was a few towns over.
The lights shut off. His power! He forgot! God he was so stupid!
Freddy stood in the empty doorway. Mike took out his flashlight. Freddy didn’t move.
Mike took a few steps back. Freddy took a few steps forward. Terror rode up his spine. He could hear his own heart beat. Why did I take this job?
Mike ran out the other hallway. Freddy was behind him. He slammed him into the wall.
Mike was unconscious.
Mike woke up in the parts and service room. The pain. He couldn't feel anything but pain. He tried to stand up. No, not today.
Then Mike saw his hand. Brown, four fingers, slightly fluffy.
Was he.. Was he inside of Freddy?
The Freddy from the office stepped into the room.
“Nice costume,” he said. He could speak! “Now, go perform.”
“What… did… you…” Mike could barely get a word out.
“How are you still talking!” Freddy was angry. “Your vocal cords should be shredded!”
“Where… who… why…”
“GO PERFORM!”
Mike felt his body lift up without him. He felt a bone below his knee crack.
The suit walked up onto the stage. It was empty, except for Chica.
Mike felt his torso turn. Freddy was performing. With each turn, he felt a rib snap. With each raise of the hand, he felt a break, starting with his fingers.
He wanted to scream in pain, call out for help. But Freddy was right. He could barely whisper.
“Make it stop,” he muttered.
Below him stood a small kid. He had brown hair and light skin.
Chris… Michael knew it was a lie, Chris was dead.
His vision seemed to clear. Teddy? Maggie’s younger brother? Why was he here?
“Mick,” the kid looked up. “I know you’re in there.”
Yup, that’s Teddy. He and Mags are the only ones who call him Mick. And Mags is a fully grown woman so…
Freddy walked through the door. He stepped towards Teddy. Mike wanted to shout. But instead, Teddy was dragged into the Parts and Service room.
Bonnie came out of the room.
“Ted…” Mike didn’t know if he had anything left in him. He was still performing, his bones were fractured and mangled.
Freddy stepped onto the stage.
“Why did you do this to me…”
“It’s in my programming. Any free roaming creatures under 7 are to be placed into suits.”
“I was 23...”
“Oh.” Was that remorse? No. “Well Teddy was like four so I got him right.”
He’s six… Mike couldn’t bring himself to speak.
“Dad…” What made him realise this? William. He could help. He built these demons, right?
Teddy was already running to find William.
“Your dad programmed me like this,” Freddy said. Why was he talking? How was he talking?
Mike’s view faded. This was it. He would die.
Mike hefted his arm to punch Freddy.
“How are your bones not shards at this point? And also, my head is 300 pounds of metal.”
The Freddy suit twisted. It was malfunctioning. Michael felt like he was locked in a Springlock suit.
“Dad… I’m going to behead you.”
~~~
I ran into Freddy’s Pizza, Henry ran behind me.
“Michael!” He went to work here one day and never came back! Where was he? I missed him!
“William! Slow down!” Henry caught his breath at the entrance.
I ran past the stage with the animatronics. It smelled of mold, tears and blood.
I ran into the Parts and Service room. Sat on the table, was a bleeding Freddy animatronic.
“Mike!”
I ripped off Freddy’s head. I dropped it in horror.
My son sat in the robot. His skin was white, his eyes dead and lifeless. He was covered in scars and blood.
“MICHAEL!!!” I screamed in horror. My only living child, dead in a mascot costume.
I heard something fall to the ground. I looked out the door. Henry held a crowbar like a baseball bat. Under him stole the beheaded body of Backstage Freddy. He was built in my horrible twisted mind, all because I wanted to kill kids. Now Mike is dead. And it was all my fault. They were all my fault. I killed my entire family, not purposefully of course. Mike was the only thing I had left.
“Will, what happened?” Henry looked confused. He ran up to me. “Is that…?”
I couldn’t hold it back. I was ugly crying.
“It’s ok buddy.”
“No it’s not! He was everything I had left! Now he’s gone!”
“Let’s get him out.”
Henry and I ripped apart the costume. Mike’s uniform was ripped to shreds. His hair was filled with blood.
I was kneeling, crying in a pool of my son’s blood.
“We’re closing it,” I told Henry. “We’re destroying the restaurant.”
~~~
A few days later, Michael Afton was buried next to his brother, sister and mother.
