Corrupt -FNaF AU

Chapter Seven

"Keep it down!" he heard someone whisper at him. His voice was smooth, almost like honey. He had a bit of an exotic lilt to his voice, but it was nothing compared to Ahaki's voice.

"Norman, that's not very nice." Another boy, this time with a high pitched British sounding voice, almost akin to that of a villain in a kid's show, scolded the other.

"Well, this was your idea!" Norman hissed. In the dark, he could see the boy had greasy jet black hair that fell around his shoulders. His eyes appeared to be an amber color, although he wasn't sure. His skin was darker beige, like the color of caramel fudge, scratched up at the hands and scarred with acne at the face. He had a thin black windbreaker, with the sleeves rolled up to just below the elbow joint. His black pants were also rolled up and stained with grease. His shirt was once gray, but now blackened with oil. Crossing over his shoulders and below his ribcage were bright yellow ochre straps holding up what looks like a speaker.

Norman held a reel, yes, an old, probably early 1900s movie reel, to Matthew's neck. "Start yapping, and I'll slit your throat."

Matthew looked down at the ancient reel. Matthew had cut himself with feathers sharper than that reel edge.

"Norman, really?" The other guy sighed.

This guy was tall, and very long. His legs, arms, torso, even his face was long. He had pale skin in contrast to Norman, and his swept back hair was whiter than the US government. His light orange eyes had that confident and boisterous look about them, something Matthew always had a lack of. He had a black long sleeve shirt with equally dark leggings, and over his shirt, he had a short jacket with yellow trim. And over his leggings, he had blue shorts with a gold belt. Tied around his neck was a bright red scarf.

"I know what I'm doing. I'm the tactician, Panchito." Norman replied.

"No matter! Now, what do we do with him?" Panchito disregarded Norman's comment, peering at Matthew.

"Kill him. I don't know." Norman suggested, pulling out a file and sharpening the edge of his reel.

"Does 'he' get an option?" Matthew demanded loudly.

"Shut up, techie." Norman scolded.

"Pancho!" someone yelled, interrupting Panchito's retort. Their voice was deep, and had that New Yorker tint to it. Their voice was neither male nor female sounding, and somewhat breathy.

Down the path, a short, stocky person came. Their body structure, which was chubby and packed together, gave no clue as to their gender. Their chest did have some shape to it, suggesting breasts, but that wasn't much help. They were very short, just under five feet. Matthew, on the other hand, was six feet. Their skin was pasty white, like they were dipped in white chocolate. Their hair was the exact same color as Panchito's, except their hair was blue at the tips. They had a black cloth mask over their mouth and nose, with a big cartoonish white smile stitched on the front. They clearly just woke up, because they still had their pink slippers on, with a white tank top and knee length black shorts. They dragged a big oxygen tank behind them, with the attached tube snaking underneath the cloth mask.

"Pancho, come on out." they called. "Dad's serving up some pasta."

"Sept." Panchito whispered. "I knew they'd wake up soon."

"You know him?" Matthew whipped his head around to look at the taller boy.

"Of course, they're my sibling." Panchito replied.

They. Sept must be nonbinary, in that case.

"Pancho, you know you want pasta." Sept called again. "Guess I'll have to eat all the pasta."

"Sept!" Panchito sprang up from their hiding place, evidently wanting pasta. "The great Panchito was cleverly hiding here with my two comrades!"

Great Panchito? Matthew shook his head, suppressing a snicker. This guy was crazy!

"Well, bring 'em too, Pancho, Dad made too much again." Sept waved him forward.

"That's us, techie." Norman whispered. "Come on up."

"My name is Matthew." he glared at him.

"Yeah, yeah." Norman stood up to leave.

Where did they get the name techie from? Matthew did recall hearing noises when walking through the forest with Ahaki yesterday. Maybe that was them?

Free food sounded promising. How could he turn down free food?

Matthew looked down at his bandaged wrist, then got up and walked after the three.