the return to freddys: retold

chapter 21

Grön and vincent parked infront of the factory, up close the factory was MASSIVE, a giant monstrosity of bricks, metal, pipes, and windows. Vincent brushed his duster coat off while grön adjusted his tie, before slowly heading into the building.

The main waiting room was massive, many people sitting down, some seemingly buisnesd owners with propositions, others new hires. Grön and vincent walked to the front desk, behind which sat a younger man with glasses and freckles. "Where can we find alison?" Vincent demanded to the man behind the desk.

The man looked up seemingly startled, before pointing at two big doors across the room. Vincent nodded, and grön followed behind as they headed for the doors.

When they walked through, they were greeted with a long hallway, doors on each side like some sort of sick maze. Grön went infront of vincent, trying to look through the windows of each door, before they heard a cough down the hall.

Richard looked at them seemingly amused at their stupidity. "Down here boys.." he said sternly, holding the door at the end of the wall open. Grön nodded and slowly walked forward, vincent shaking his head. What a fucking joke he thought.

Richard shut the door behind them, and it appeared that they were at a staircase, which they climbed, leading to a walkway above the machine. Grön looked down, before gasping in horror.
What the fuck?..

Down below he could see workers, crying it seemed, some on the floor motionless, others coughing up a substance, meanwhile what seemed to be alisons gang watched over, each equipped with a metal pipe of some kind.

"What the hells going on?.." grön asked, before looking at richard. "Alison wasnt happy with the work ethic, so he decided we should beat it into them.." vincent watched as 2 workers tried to get away from their stations, just to be single handedly shot by a gang member.

Richard put his arms around the 2 men, "hope you dont become slaves like them.." he laughed, and began walking off, spitting down at the 'slaves' below. "Cmon fuckheads.." richard demanded, which grön and vincent followed suite.

They were led to another hallway, jesus how big was this damn place?? More slaves walked past them, most crying and bleeding, grön took pitty om them, whilst vincent was more concerned on becoming one. Richard led them to another room, however, grön departed from them, hearing screaming from inside a door.

He slowly opened it, revealing a dark hallway, a hallway filled with... stage lights? He looked around, walking down the dark hall, thoughts springing up in his mind. He got to the end, and looked down, and grön sighed.

There it was, the yellow frankburt suit, the one grön first used to make the torture mechanisms with. Grön put his hand on the machine, it was cold, and wet, not from blood, but water. Gröns eyes teared up as he sat infront of the robot. These machines.. no, MONSTERS...

They were of his making. He caused the man to die in the springlock suit, HE is the reason henry was killed in a suit, HE helped vincent kill 5 children, which in the long run wont help anything, would it?..

Grön thought of his wife, lynda and his son, who surely had a better life now, this suit, had cost him everything...
Grön looked at the floor, a small puddle of water gently laying beneath him revealed his reflection, grön stared at himself for a while, before screaming. He stood up and screamed in anger, throwing the jester hat off his head.
He didnt want any of thise anymore, he wanted an escape. As he looked down at the suit with tear filled eyes, he slowly realized...

...his escape was right infront of him.