Novels and Games
Into the Pit/To Be Beautiful/Count the Ways/Epilogue 1/Fetch/Lonely Freddy/Out of Stock/Epilogue 2/1:35 AM/Room for One More/The New Kid(pt. 2)/Epilogue 3/Step Closer/Dance With Me/Coming Home/Epilogue 4/Bunny Call/In the Flesh/The Man In Room 1280/Epilogue 5/Blackbird/The Real Jake/Hide and Seek/Epilogue 6/The Cliffs
Warning for gore: It's the Breaking Wheel
Pickle and Shelly looked around for Reed. “I’m checking the second floor,” Pickle told his sister.
He was horrified by what he saw.
Reed was bloody and messy. His bones had been beaten. His limbs had been cut at the connections to the torso. His head had been twisted and sliced, barely attached to the body like the limbs. His joints had been twisted unnaturally, like a zigzag. His eyes had been stabbed out, now just pools of blood. His mouth had been sliced ear to ear, like a sick smile.
Pickle screamed. “Shelly! SHELLY, REED’S DEAD!”
His sister ran up the stairs. “What do you mean he’s-JESUS CHRIST!”
Pickle hadn’t noticed the twisted exoskeleton on his bed. A fleshy mangled human trapped inside a robotic suit. Like the animatronics in Freddy’s, but the costume ripped off. He was barely recognisable, nothing but a pile of broken bones, flesh and blood.
Shelly ran back down the stairs. “I’m calling the cops.”
When the cops arrived, they checked the bodies. They took some DNA samples to help identify the fleshy mess on the bed.
And somehow, they thought Pickle did it. So they took him into the station. Shelly could barely contain it.
Reed slowly woke up. Where was he? What was going on?
Julius sat crisscrossed in front of him. “What are you doing here?” Julius asked.
Reed was happy he looked somewhat recognisable. He was covered in wounds, his hair was practically dyed red in blood, and he held his arms in pain, but he still looked human.
Reed had been in similar condition. His hair was coated in blood, his bones ached, he felt pain everywhere. His eyes hurt, his jaw felt disconnected.
“What? What’s going on?”
“Oh. Right,” Julius leaned closer. “I won. And for my prize, you will be my slave.”
“What the heck? What’s going on?” Reed felt concussed, maybe all that blood loss had messed with his head.
“You moron! I KILLED YOU! And now you are trapped in this suit with me. So I might as well make you my slave.”
“Slave? Why would I be your slave?”
“Because I’m in control of this suit. And I’m going to make it hurt, even more than it already does. So, you're my slave now! Or do you want to know what true pain feels like?”
Reed was too dazed to really consider the thought. Slave? To Julius? He never wanted that.
But his brain wasn’t working. So he just said, “ok.” It even took Julius by surprise, but he was pleased.
“Good. Now, as your first order-”
Julius noticed Ory come into the room with Pickle’s remote control, Shelly shortly behind him.
“Don’t,” Shelly told her brother. “That thing killed Reed. Mess with it and it will kill you too.”
“I thought Pickle killed Reed,” Ory said.
“That’s what the cops think, but I know he didn’t. Now let's leave.”
Shelly grabbed a few boxes and left.
“What’s going on?” Reed asked.
“They’re moving,” Julius said.
“Can we check on my family?” Reed asked.
“Absolutely not! Slaves aren’t supposed to have families.”
“But, my sister and dad.”
Julius crosses his arms. “It has to be quick.”
Julius took Reed out of the house and into the woods, so no one would see. When they crawled back out, they were behind Reed’s house.
“Alex! DAD!” Reed shouted. Julius was realizing he was slowly regaining some sanity. Slowly. Julius estimated it would take maybe a few weeks. How much blood had he lost?
Alexa stepped onto the back deck. Julius and Reed hid behind a tree.
Reed’s father hugged her. “I’m sorry Alexa. I’m sorry I’m not a good father. I’m sorry your mother is gone. I’m sorry,” he sniffled, “I’m sorry your brother is gone.”
Reed stared blankly at his family. Julius actually felt worried for him.
“Your family is mourning your death. My family wouldn’t.”
Reed looked at Julius. “What’s wrong with your family?” Reed asked.
“What would you like to know, punk!” Julius yelled.
Reed hadn’t recovered yet. It had been thirty years.
Reed still stared off into the distance, still obeyed Julius, possibly out of fear or the eternal concussion.
Julius and Reed were suddenly shoved into the wall. The boys writhed in pain.
“Who the fuck did this!” Julius shouted.
A man stood in the doorway. He had short brown hair, deep purple skin and dark blue eyes. He wore a white button up shirt, jeans and boots. He held Ory’s remote control.
“Put that down!” Julius shouted.
The man smiled. “My name is Michael. I’m trying to help people like you two who have been screwed up by these damn animatronics.”
“So, you want to help us?” Reed asked.
Michael nodded.
“Prove it!” Julius shouted, still mad at the controller.
Michael threw the remote on the floor and stepped on it. Pieces flew everywhere.
“Thank you,” Julius said, surprised. “I guess we can trust you.”
“Doesn’t he have a say in this?” Michael asked.
“Shut up, grape man! He doesn’t have a say.”
Michael brought his hand up to his ear. Julius blinked and suddenly he was Caucasian.
“Why doesn’t he?”
Julius leaned in closer. “I think I gave him a concussion when I killed him, and now he’s just kinda brain dead.”
Michael nodded, apparently not bothered by murder. “Ok, both of you. In the truck.”
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