Candy Paint--a Willy's Wonderland FanFic

Chapter 9

Again, thanks @qwertuno for the little nightmare idea!! And thank y'all for reading, voting, and commenting, it really means a lot to me :)

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I woke up slowly, but not on my own terms. There was a lot of light and...children laughing? Am I dead? I sat up slowly, looking around. I was still at Willy's Wonderland. There were people everywhere. Children were running left and right, and an upbeat country rendition of a nursery rhyme blasted over the jukebox. I was seated next to Luke at the same table we were at for his birthday party.

"Vic, I'm gonna go to the arcade," He spoke, getting up from the table. I didn't respond, still trying to understand what was going on. I stared at the stage. Willy and the rest of the wonderland band looked completely different. They looked like they did before the restaurant closed; cleaned and maintained. The animatronics swayed a little bit, seeming to dance to the weird song from the jukebox. They're acting like actual machines. I got up from my seat slowly, looking around. I didn't recognize any of the people here. I could only conclude they were all out-of-towners. Beginning to remember what had gone on before I ended up here, I realized I had passed out. Checking myself over, I was still wearing the Willy's Wonderland uniform. The shirt, however, hadn't been ripped. It looked completely normal. My left arm looked completely healed, almost as though nothing had happened. In fact, I felt completely normal, almost as if the events preceding this moment never happened. I tried to remember what they were, but for some reason, I couldn't. You were cleaning, then what? Something happened, remember it damn you. A light from the far end of the right hallway caught my attention. There was something going on inside the Super Happy Fun Room. Like a moth to the light, I began to walk down the darkened hallway, away from all the people. I came within about thirty feet, when I was approached by a tall figure.

"Willy," I breathed, "I am so glad to see you,"

I embraced Willy in a hug, hoping he'd tell me what had just happened.

"I am too, kiddo," Willy smirked. He sounds different.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Who me? I'm just fine!" Willy replied. I broke from the hug, staring up at him. Something was off. In an instant, everything got quiet. All the sound stopped, and I couldn't hear the people anymore. A darkening red light filled the room as a sense of dread began to build up.

"You're not Willy," I gasped, turning to run. Jerry grabbed my arm, yanking it harshly. I yelped, being limply drug behind him.

"We wouldn't want the birthday girl to miss her big day, would we?" He bellowed, swinging open the door to the Super Happy Fun Room. There were several other costumed employees there, all laughing at me. I tried to scream, but only a small squeak escaped my mouth. There were several symbols drawn on the ground I couldn't quite make out, and I definitely didn't want to stick around long enough to know what they were. I thrashed viciously, trying to escape. Jerry overpowered me, as two other employees wearing Arty and Cammy costumes restrained my arms.

"Let me go! Someone, please!" I tried to shout. Although I was screaming as loud as I could, my voice came out quietly. My heart rate increased as the employees bound my arms and legs.

"Stop squirming, 'ya little runt," Jerry ordered, restraining me from the top. Taking off the mask he was wearing, I could vividly see him. His ugly, greasy face smirked at me. "Open wide,"

I kept my mouth shut tightly as a glass of liquid was brought to my face. Lights flashed around me, causing me to want to curl up and cry.

"Let me get it," An employee wearing a Tito costume spoke. He grasped my face, wedging one of his nasty-tasting fingers inside my mouth. I gagged as Jerry poured a foul liquid down my throat. I tried to scream again, but this time, no sound came out. I panted, trying to see what was going on. The red light and the rapid movement of the employees made it impossible to determine what they were doing. A low hum of chanting began, before I realized what was going on.