Warning: This book is not meant for people under the age of 13-14+ multiple Scenes have Explicit Sexual content and mature themes. You have been warned!
Hey, if you saw the other story I made with the same name on my other account, you probably know...
A/n (Happy Halloween folks! Hope you enjoy.) Mike's head was throbbing, he tossed and turned in bed. But it was useless. He groaned in Exhaust, knowing he was going to have to get up. He threw the blankets aside, and walked to the bathroom. He looked into the sink's mirror. "Damn it, not again" Mike mumbled out loud in frustration. Half of his face was being eaten away by purple, and he didn't know why. He just had little outbreaks, But why now? He didn't know, and didn't have the energy to care right now. Mike checked if there was any signs of damage to his wiring, and tried to go back to bed. He snuggled into the blanket, ignoring the dull pain. Finally his eyes grew heavy, And he drifted off into sleep.
Mike felt the warm liquid on his hands, it spurt out all over his clothes. The blood gushed out of the slashed stomach of a little girl. He was desperately trying to stop the bleeding, Mike didn't want the place covered in blood. He knew any other person would call 911, but he didn't want the police on his ass again. They were laying in the stage room. Mike had picked up the kid, and walked to the parts and service. He didn't know where the other animatronics were, and why they weren't helping him. Well, that was until he opened the parts and service door. And there were all the animatronics, neatly sat up on the table. He stared in confusion, did he do this? He must have, and just forgotten. But he didn't have much time to ponder it, as more warm blood gushed into his clothes and arms. Mike realized he still had a bleeding-out kid in his arms. After a few moments of panic...
he had an idea.
It was a sick idea, but it was an idea. He laid the little girl down, and took off Chica's head. He looked down into the cavity, all the wires and metal beams stuck out in patterns. It was barely big enough to fit a small kid. He knew this was beyond wrong, but he didn't want to be arrested again. After he shoved them down into the robot, with the sound of metal scrapping and ripping flesh. Bits of meat and skin hanged from the metal beams now. But it wasn't finished. He placed the head back on, And stepped back to examined his work, looked hidden enough... now to wash himself, and get rid of the murder weapon.
He woke up with a gasp. He felt if he had a heart, if would be beating out of his chest. His mind felt awful too, he felt guilty. Even if it wasn't real. He look down at his hand, the purple had grew more during his sleep. He looked back up and stared at the ceiling. He got lost in thought, and found himself thinking things he shouldn't.
'But what if...'
he quickly shot the thought down before it could even say what he thought it would. He felt more disappointed with the knowledge he was a bit curious on how human souls would effect animatronics. Mike tried shaking it off, but it remained in his head. It remained in his head for days actually, always tugging at his mind and growing. And as it did, the Purple grew. He tried using makeup to hide it from his friends, or paint when he ran out of makeup. But it never lasted. After awhile the paint and makeup felt like they were burning his skin, and he had to take it off. Each day became harder and harder, after a couple minutes of talking with his friends, his skin burnt like he was in hell, and he would just sit in a bathroom stall with an ice pack on his face. Meanwhile his obsession with animatronics grew. Until he actually started considering the thought of using human souls. He sat on closed toilet lid, and put his feet up. So no one saw him. But his thoughts were racing with ideas. His dad did use human souls... And despite being evil, William was a great Mechanic. So could it be so wrong to just use a couple of his techniques? Maybe adjust them a bit so he wouldn't be condemned. He had thought, a part of mind was horrified at his plan, while the other pushed him toward. He ignored the sound of rational voice pleading for him to not do this.
Yeah, that seemed foolproof. He could finally start on making good robots, and break his generational curse! Mike thought with excitement, he was going to storm out to plan his genius idea. Until sharp pain followed when he took the ice pack off his face. 'Oh, right...' He sighed in slight annoyance, he had to deal with this first. But at least he finally could make some decent mannered animatronics, with real personalities and thoughts. All he had to do was just kill some brats, that was all! He calmly left the bathroom stall.
While he passed the mirrors, he saw the last of his natural skin, his humanity,
being swallowed by that unnatural purple color.
But he didn't care, purple was a nice color.
Now where are his friends, he had a special gift for them :)
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