Freddy Land: Year Of Torment (Tattletale Meets TheFamousFilms)

Chapter one

The air is frigid as it prices my skin. The air thick with the smell of human waste and trash. The purple hair on my clothes was an indicator that I needed to find her, before Mama did.

She's going to find me... Find her, then hide, that's all I need to do... My mind races a million miles per second.

"Me Tattletail! Me love you!" The voice rang out, echoing off the wide sewer walls.

"There!" Grabbing Tattletail I turn on my heels and book it to the hiding area I found earlier. "Shh Ender we can't be seen." The whisper is louder than I was going for.

He nods and curls up in my arm. His purple hair was long and silky, his short sleeved button up shirt was lighter than his hair but his pants matched. He did not wear shoes nor socks but he has white gloves to cover his hands. He was as tall as a three year old and as heavy as one too.

I finally reached the hole. It's small and can fit both of us but more concerned with the wellbeing of my baby boy I let him go first. He crawls in and I'm two seconds behind him. The area opened up into a larger area. It has a bed in the corner and balloons at the top. Not really paying much mind to it I head for the opposite corner with Ender. My bag I tossed over here beforehand came in handy. I gave Ender some food and ate some as well then fell asleep. Every few minutes I would wake up and hear footsteps or talking. But I was too scared to see what or who was making them. Then nothing could stop me from falling into a deep sleep.

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The sound of many people talking woke me. I found myself in a completely different area. I'm still hidden but behind boxes. My eyelids become so heavy that I can't keep them open. Then nothing, a blank slate for a dream. That was until I was lifted up and jostled a little. My eyes opened with panic as I was touched. I looked around and saw that I was being carried by a robot bear of some kind. He looked like a ripped apart Funtime Freddy. I noticed that Tattletail is not with me.

I swing my legs around its neck and lean back to fall off. It worked and letting my legs go over my body. Landing on my feet I see Tattletail. I grab him and run as fast as I can behind the entire group. I see a small vent and pretty much dive for it. The rush of adrenaline made me more awake, more alert.

Tattletail needs to be charged and fed. But first I need to get out of here. I think moving further into the vent. They have to be working with Mama... With that ripped apart bear... I shiver and continue into the vents.

"We need to find him. He could be hurt!" A male voice says right next to the vent I am in.

"Doubtful with the way he swung himself off me. Not many people can do that." I believe the bear says that because the voice sounds off and echoey.

I am scared. I don't want to move. Then I realized something. If they are after me, then they have to shut off or sleep at some point.

Now focusing on a new task; staying in the vents. I start to feel the cold metal against my clothing seeping into my skin. The adrenaline is now wearing off. Feeling my heart rate lower than sky-rocket up when Ender starts to speak. Now muffled against my chest, I listen for movement. None, nothing besides Ender's muffled voice.

"Papa! Give me a treat." She wines.

"Okay okay okay." I whisper, giving him a Kitkat. "Just keep your voice down."

"Okay thank you Papa." Ender's voice again muffled but with food.

I smile at her and then start to feel like someone's behind us. This gut-wrenching feeling of pure torment. Colder air pushes against my back like a kid blowing softly into the wind. My hands start to tremble like my body was having an earth-quake. The white cloud of warm air, a soft gasp escapes my lips and tattletail says what I'm thinking. "Mama?" He then moves closer to me, hugging my stomach. A red-orange light fades into the surrounding vent, reflecting off the walls. I close my eyes and slowly move to hug Ender. Then suddenly with a new found strength I gripped Ender tighter and bolted out of the vent. Looking back for a few seconds. I see her; her knife an inch into the metal where I was a few seconds ago. Her brown dress that ended at her knees is almost clean. Her purple calf high socks and her black strap on shoes are partly hidden because of her kneeling. Her brown hair fizzed, her teeth sharp and smiling. Her ears resembled that of Ender's. Both hands are poised on the handle of the knife. The whites of her eyes black and her red eyes staring back at mine.