Infestation (A fanmade Fazbear fright story)

The Adversive Arachnid (Page 3)

Cynthia and Nicholas stepped into the large Performing Arts Center, or as Nicholas likes to call it, the PAC. The PAC was full of children and teenagers from all over town, wanting to see what animatronic would come on tonight. Cynthia, was annoyed yet happy with them. Their noise was loud...but proud. It was an okay noise to hear. It wasn't music however, which was what Cynthia was promised from the performance. She and Nicholas took their seats near the far right corner of the theater.

Nicholas held onto Cynthia's hand a bit tightly. She noticed. Nicholas looked at the ground, nervous for what was to come of this experience. Music Man? From Circus Baby's Pizza World? He'd never heard of him, despite knowing what Circus Baby's Pizza World was. Perhaps he was a funtime he forgot about? Was he even a funtime? Music Man....that name didn't ring any bells. It sounded more like a catchphrase used in the 80s, than a characters name. Nicholas started to shuffle in his red carpeted seat.

Cynthia looked at Nicholas and held his hand. His palms were sweaty, and so was his head. She started to get the feeling Nicholas wasn't gonna like the performance, making her frown. She decided to simply pat his hand in comfort, and leave Nicholas to deal with his problems himself. Then, came the waiting. The children waited......and waited.....and waited......and waited........

Cynthia started to become ill of the teens and children's noise. Simply listening to the footsteps outside was more pleasing than this. The mute girl grew erie of the chatter of the crowd. She tucked in her legs and head, surrounding herself with her limbs. She couldn't stand the noise. As she suffered from the chatter and excitement, she began to wonder...how would anyone perform in this condition? Music is about expressing yourself, but who would dare perform in within this sea of noise and disruption? It was all too sickening for Cynthia. It was 5:30 now. 30 minutes for whatever may appear on stage before Cynthia and Nicholas got picked up for supper.

Suddenly...Nicholas' phone vibrated intensely. He quickly dived his hand into his pocket to take It out and see what the vibrating was about. It was an amber alert. "Wh-What...?" Nicholas whispered. He opened the notification and gasped, covering his mouth. It was a truck crash, just a few miles from the building. The truck was tilted over, on fire. Squinting at the photo, Nicholas saw two truck drivers in the crash, laying against the front window. One of them was a co-driver. The other...was his father.

Nicholas held onto Cynthia and cried. His own father had passed. Even if his father did ignore him, that doesn't mean he didn't help raise him into the person he is today. Now...he was gone from his life. Cynthia saw the amber alert and quickly hugged Nicholas. As stated before, death was horrible in her opinion. Death meant your voice would be silenced forever from the world, your loved ones; the experiences you had within your life, just taken away in an instant. It made Cynthia cry and hug onto Nicholas tighter.

As the children mourned over the terrible crash, a voice perked up from the PAC speakers. They said "Attention patrons, we are experiencing technical difficulties in animatronic transport, in other words, our animatronic star for tonight is having traffic issues. Please stay in your seats, as we attempt to solve the issue." before cutting off. The children quickly took another look at the photograph, and on the trucks side, was the Marigold Resort and Casino logo.

Nicholas breathed heavily, tears still spilling down his cheeks. This couldn't be real...there is no doubt that truck was carrying the animatronic. Nicholas gripped his seat in fear before gripping onto Cynthia's arm. "We need to leave Cynthia..." Nicholas whimpered, wanting to go to bed and forget about tonight. Cynthia got up, and so did Nicholas. It wasn't until the PAC speakers perked up again.

"Attention patrons, we request that you leave the theater. Our show has been interrupted by-ZZZT," the speakers tuned out. The children and teens looked around, scared, debating whether or not this was apart of the show. Cynthia was began to feel more...curious. Not threatened. What would happen if she stayed? She did really want to see this animatronic...Call her stupid, but what if this was a coincidence? Her thoughts ceased when more talking happened in the speakers. However, something wass off about the voice. It was wavy, bouncy, yet not quite human. A drum to cymbal beat played in the background as the new voice rang.

"Evening everyone! Your star has arrived, unscathed from the journey! It's hard to drive with 6 legs, you know?" perked the new sing-song voice. In a millisecond, all the exits and entrances were locked automatically. Nicholas tried banging, pushing, and yelling through the doors so that someone may hear them. It was no use. Cynthia was no help either, as she was too intrigued by the bouncy, unearthly voice to focus on anything.

Suddenly, everyone in the PAC began to hear pitter pattering on the roof of the theater. Pitter patter, Pitter patter, like a giant hand drumming its fingers along the roof. The pitter patterning then moved itself across the room and onto one side of the theater. The children and teens were terrified of what was to come, while Nicholas started bash the door some more. Cynthia was at the top of the stairs of the audience seats, her curiosity peaking. The speakers perked up a final time. "Ladies and gentlemen, presenting....

...me!" Right on the theater stage, the animatronic appeared. However, this animatronic looked nothing like Mr. Hippo. He was of a specimen that did not exist. He had 6, spider-like legs that attached to the ground, and had rounded feet. His torso was nearly round, a circular speaker acting as his belly button, or more likely a chest cavity. His arms were as stick-like as he legs, yet his hands were as big as cherry pies. He held two golden cymbals, which were always positioned about 1 foot away from each other. And his face...oh, his face. He had a large pink nose, complemented by his thick pink lips surrounding his static, piano-like teeth, that took up at least a third of his massive head. His eyes were pitch black, only beady white pupils peering from the abyss that was his eyes. His pink eyebrows and he purple aligning around his face, feet, and wrists were also fairly noticeable.

However, his face was stained with ashes, and his white hands and striped torso were charred with crisped blood. The human-spider hybrid animatronic smiled widely at his appalled audience.

"Hello children!" Said the robot. The children screamed at his sight.