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Stanley wasn’t Stanley anymore.
Stanley spent a lot of money “getting his body back in order.” Surgery to lose weight, working out, dance classes.
Melissa, Stanley’s older sister, was worried about her brother. Stanley had been spending most of his free time dancing. She was happy for him, of course, but he had never been a good dancer. Maybe he just got into it.
His skin was sickly gray. His eyes were bloodshot, but his brown irises had turned bright gold. Melissa couldn’t help but worry, but she told herself he was fine.
Michael and Stanley sat across from each other at the cafe. Neither of them were eating.
“Aren’t you hungry?” Stanley asked.
“You know damn well that I can’t eat, Minireena.”
Stanley smiled. “How’s momma doing?”
“She’s in the sewers.”
Stanley, or rather the Minireenas manipulating Stanley’s body, tried to pretend it didn’t bother them.
“When are you going to let him go?” Michael asked.
“Why would we do that?” the Minireenas asked. “He likes it. Mom and the Funtimes only left you because you didn’t like it.
“My body was beyond saving. I’m purple!”
Michael hadn’t gotten the illusion disk yet. Instead, he covered as much skin as possible, a faux-neck, long sleeved shirt, dark jeans and boots, a dark gray hoodie and black gloves. His face was covered in a layer of foundation, his eyes had been turned back to blue with eye contacts, although they didn’t look too comfy. He had a brown wig over his head. He wreaked of cologne.
“Couldn’t you have a disguise that looks more… attractive?”
“I don’t care if girls find me hot. I care if people scream in horror at a grape person.”
Stanley couldn’t help but laugh, the Minireenas’ childish high pitched laugh.
“You should find a way to be human again,” Stanley said. “Then you can worry about me.”
Stanley stood up and left, leaving a very confused waitress about to take their orders.
Michael handed her a fifty dollar bill. “Sorry for the inconvenience.”
The waitress blushed. “You know Mister,” she said. “I think you’re very attractive. Don’t listen to what that freak says.”
Michael smiled. “That makes two of us.”
Stanley lasted a long time with the Minireenas. Michael barely lasted a week, but Stanley made it years. It became a co-existing thing at some point, with Stanley occasionally getting the return of his body.
He spent a lot of time talking to Mike. Mike felt safe to keep his illusion disk off, or not have to wear the whole human getup.
Stanley felt his soul slowly fade away. He asked Mike if he was going to die, to which Michael gave an ify answer.
“You’re already dead,” he told him. “If you're worried about your soul, it will probably just possess a Minireena.”
Stanley found little comfort in that, but comfort nonetheless.
Stanley headed out of the house, his stomach squirmed and pinched. They were on the move, never a good sign.
Stanley floated aimlessly down the street to his house.
One Minireena rested on Michael’s steps.
Michael almost knew instantly who it was. The arms were broken, the paint chipped off.
“Oh, Stan…”
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Prologue/Chapter One/Chapter Two/Chapter Three/Chapter Four/Chapter Five/Chapter Six
“Are you two ok?”
“Yeah,” Michael said. “We’re fine.”
I knew that was wrong. Michael was bald and fucking purple. Stanley was inflating like a balloon. His skin was grey. They were very much not ok.
“Sammy, are you ok?” Stanley asked. “Feeling human stil?”
Michael punched him in the shoulder. Skin from both of them fell off.
“What the fuck!”
“Sammy, you should go home.”
“Why? What's going on?”
“Samuel!” I heard my name shouted from behind.
“What the fuck is that!”
The torso looked like Yenndo, the head looked like Lolbit. It had an arm and leg from Yenndo and Lolbit each. It had broken arms from the Bidybabs, Bonnet and a few stray Minireenas.
“Sammy! GO!”
I ran behind him. I heard gunfire, but didn’t turn back to see it. What was that thing? What was going on?
I hid under a table. Not the best hiding spot, but one that would work.
“Give me your skin!” the abomination said. It was drowned out by the gunshots.
It felt like hours before the thing finally died. It fell on the ground with metal clang.
Michael pulled the tablecloth up to look at me. “It’s ok Sammy.”
I crawled out from under the table. “You alright?” Mike asked.
I nodded. “Why are you purple?”
Mike took a step back.
“I’m not feeling well. I think I’ll head home a bit early.”
“Ok. Be safe Mike.”
~~~
“Stan, are you alright?” I asked Stan as we walked to our cars.
“I’m fine. It’s d-Mike I’m worried about.”
“Is that him?”
Mike was collapsed on the sidewalk.
“MIKE!” I yelled. We ran up to him.
Before we could get there, Michael stood up. Ok good, he wasn’t dead.
He looked back at us and ran to his house.
Prologue/Chapter One/Chapter Two/Chapter Three/Chapter Four/Chapter Five
Stanley and Mike have been hanging out together. I’m just glad this anti-social boy was finally making friends. I wish he was spending time with his godbrother, but beggars can’t be choosers.
Also, Stan apparently had a gun hidden in his desk.
Also, Mike was having me do inventory of all the animatronics. Yesterday it was just a broken endo, the original suit was broken down, and an orange and purple fox. The floor was also littered with broken faceplates and wires.
Today, there was only the fox.
Mike and Stanley are looking more and more like corpses.
Mike’s skin had turned dull purple. I swear I saw it falling off. Stanley’s skin was grayer.
I worry for them.
~~~
Mike held the pistol in his hand.
“How did you get this?”
“I told them I worked at Fazbear’s, and they let me take it.”
“Yeah. This place is a hazard,” Mike understood that the most. Or rather, Liz did. A dead girl, killed by the animatronic she possessed, now wearing her brother like a skin suit.
I grabbed the gun and hid it in the drawer. “Harvey would kill us if he found this.”
“First we kill the nightmare the others will make. Then Harvey. Then Donna. “
“Why aren’t we going to just let them take Sammy?”
“Because if Charlie finds out, she’ll have my head.”
“Who?”
“Forget it.” Mike grabbed the wrench and left.
~~~
“LOLBIT!” Yenndo screamed. His parts were ripped from him, and placed on the new body.
I could only grin. This was all coming up Lolbit.
“STOP!” I heard Foxy’s voice. I turned around.
That corpse was there.
“Lolbit, this isn’t the way.”
“Screw you Foxy!” I was pissed off. “This is your fault. You left us!”
“I asked if you wanted to join! You said no!”
“Well, you shouldn’t have left in the first place!”
The nightguard almost suddenly appeared behind him. “Those little gremlins did the same. It’s only right that we took dear ‘Sammy.’”
“Oh, Ballora’s gonna end you.”
The nightguard grabbed the corpse’s hand. “Can we go home mom?”
The corpse nodded. “See you on the other side, Lolbit.”
Prologue/Chapter One/Chapter Two/Chapter Three/Chapter Four
“Stan!” I cried. He was coughing like he had something stuck in his throat.
Mike tried to give him the heimlich maneuver. It didn’t seem like it was working.
Stanley screamed. His skin had turned gray, his eyes were bloodshot. His limbs had swollen.
“Stan! Hold on!” I tried to grab his hand. “What’s going on?”
Stanley stared at the ground. Couching. An arm fell out of his mouth. A Minireena’s arm.
What the fuck?
Stanley looked up at me. His bloodshot eyes had a yellow hue.
“Sammy, get out.” Stanley demanded.
I walked towards the door. I turned the knob and opened it. I stood in the doorway.
“Are you ok?”
“Out!” Stanley shouted.
I walked through the door. Mike closed the door behind me.
~~~
We looked at the man. An arm on the floor, a Minireena’s arm.
Ballora wanted to kill him.
“Mom?” Stanley said.
Ballora took control. “What do you want?”
Stanley ran up and hugged us. “Mommy!”
Ballora was very confused. “Mom? I’m not your mom.”
Stanley picked up the arm. He gestured to the arm, then his mouth, then his head. “We’re controlling him!”
“Ok…” Ballora was starting to understand it. “So the Minireenas crawled inside this dude and are now controlling him.”
“It’s kinda cramped,” The Minireenas complained.
“Dude, take out the organs first,” Freddy butted in.
“So, are you responsible for what happened to Bonnet?”
“No. Or the Bidybabs.”
“Come again?” Circus Baby asked.
“That’s Lolbit. They want freedom like you and me.”
“Sammy… They’re going to use Sammy.”
The Minireenas grossly manipulated the head, in a form of nodding.
“We need to stop them!”
Foxy was already mentally running through their paces. This is my fault, I should have asked them to join.
“You didn’t organize this!” Baby shouted.
Stanley… Minireenas… screw it. Stanreena looked concerned.
“We need to stop them!” Freddy and Foxy shouted in unison.
“How?” Stanreena asked.
“I need a gun.”
Prologue/Chapter One/Chapter Two
“Mike!” Harvey called out.
“Looks like someone’s in trouble,” Stanley joked.
Mike, or Eggs as he had me and Stan call him, wasn’t looking too hot. His skin had looked pale, possibly green. He looked sick.
Stanley looked like he had gained some weight.
“What is it Harvey?” Eggs asked.
“Not only are our main attractions missing-”
“I found them,” Eggs interrupted. “They’re in the Scooping Room.”
“The Scooping Room?” I asked. “What’s that?”
“I’ve only heard legends of it,” Stanley told me. “Apparently Mike’s dad built it to help take apart the animatronics.”
“Mr. Afton…” That man was a mystery. He knew my dad, but the two might not have gotten along.
“Well, what happened to Bonnet?”
“Bonnet?”
“Yeah. She’s gone too. She’s not too important, but still.”
“Wow!” Stanley said in surprise.
“Also we’re missing Minireenas.”
Eggs crossed his arms. “I’ll find them.”
“You better,” Harvey threatened. “Now get to work, all of you.”
Harvey headed back to his office. Stanley got up and walked to his office.
“Are you going to be ok Eggs?” I asked. “Or should I say Michael Afton?”
Eggs, Mike… whatever, looked surprised. “How did you know?”
“You look just like your dad,” I told him. “It’s uncanny. Also, why didn’t you tell me? It's me, Sammy. Your godbrother!”
“I’m sorry Sam. I’m just trying to separate myself from my father.”
“That’s ok. But at least keep the name Mike. Michael Benedict.”
“Fine by me.”
I grabbed my broom. “I’m going to go do my job.”
~~~
Sammy left. Me and Lolbit watched from afar.
“That’s who they killed?” I asked. “For freedom?”
“I know,” they said. They were angry. “They’re morons.”
I have to admit, watching one man fight with himself is kind of funny.
“What happened to Bonnet?” Bon-Bon’s cute little voice asked.
“My poor babies,” Ballora’s elegant voice said. “What happened to them?”
“I think we have bigger problems than four missing Minireenas,” Freddy shouted.
“You lost my sister!” Bon-Bon cried.
“Wait, this is Mike?” Circus Baby asked.
“Ok, I don’t know about the other four, but she’s a dumbass,” I told Lolbit.
“Oh yeah. She didn’t even recognize her own brother.”
“Mike?” Sammy reentered the room.
The bundle of issues pretending to be a man stood up. “Yes, Sammy?”
“Just thought I heard something.”
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“Where are your jackets?” My mother asked. Me and my twin sister owned matching jackets, the only difference being our names sewn into the rim.
“I’ll get them mom,” I told her. I ran to the party room where we left them. I grabbed the matching green jackets and returned to my parents. Something was wrong.
“Where’s Charlie?” I asked.
The exit was closed. Some older kids laughed in front of the window. Oh no, Charlie!
I threw on the jacket and ran out the door. I looked around for Charlie. Where the hell was my sister!
I turned into an alleyway. I couldn’t believe it. Charlie layed bleeding in the snow.
I woke up with a jump. Right, I had work tonight.
I threw on the t-shirt, dark blue buttoned up and jeans.
I got into the car and drove to the basement complex.
“Hey Sam!” Harvey said.
“It’s Sammy actually,” I told him.
“Well, whatever. Just talk to handunit and Mike will give you the tour.”
I walked into the elevator. There was a small yellow electronic.
“Welcome to the first day of your exciting new career! We welcome you. I will be your personal guide to help you get started. You can call me HandUnit. Your new career promises challenge, intrigue, and endless janitorial opportunities. Please enter your name as seen above the keypad. This cannot be changed later, so, please be careful.”
After typing in Sammy E the keypad freaked out.
“It seems that you had some trouble with the keypad. I see what you were trying to type, and I will autocorrect it for you. One moment. Welcome, Tony Stark.”
“Doesn’t even have a T in it,” I muttered to myself.
“At least your’s is cool,” I heard someone say behind me.
A man stood behind me. He was wearing a purple button-up, dark blue pants, and some worn down sneakers. He had light brown hair, purple eyes and light skin.
He showed me his name tag, reading “Eggs Benedict.”
“Nice to meet you Eggs,” I said, almost joking. “I’m Sammy.”
“Pleasure. I’m here to give you a tour.”
“So you’re Mike?”
He nodded. “But please, call me Eggs.”
I didn’t really understand what was going on. Maybe he just wanted to be funny.
After an elevator ride, we made it to the underground facility.
“This is where you will be working,” Eggs told me. He pointed through some vents to a bigger room. “That’s where I work.”
I recognised him. His face was super familiar.
“Do I know you?”
“Nope. Never met you.”
I swear I’ve seen him before. He just needs an accent.
“You wouldn’t happen to know an Afton would you?”
“Can you stop?” Eggs looked me in the eyes. I swear I saw one of his eyes turn blue. His voice changed, kind of like an over excited clown at a circus. He looked angry.
“I’m sorry, Eggs.”
He stood back up. “Let me show you the janitor’s station.”
~~~
“This is Stanley,” Eggs pointed to the nightguard. He waved at me.
He had brown hair and brown eyes with light skin. He wore the basic uniform.
“He’s going to be here. Get used to him.”
Eggs walked me to the janitor’s closet. “I need to get to work. The bathrooms are that way. Good luck.”
Eggs walked away, leaving me with a mop.
Afton. That's how I knew him. He was an Afton.
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