Freddy and the Glamrocks (FNAF Security Breach AU)

Stowaway - Chapter 1

    

     After a long night performing with the band at the bar, Freddy walked out and let the door swing behind him. It was late and he was really starting to get tired, rubbing at the bags under his eyes. He took a moment to sort out the unruly mop of brown hair on his head before walking forward to meet the rest of the gang. He was the driver. He couldn't keep them waiting forever.

"Hey fleabag! You going to wait there all year?" Roxy remarked sarcastically from up ahead.

Freddy huffed and sped up a little, "Who are you calling fleabag?! Do you want me to kick you out of the band?"

Roxy only laughed at that and climbed into the van. The van they used to get from gig to gig was starting to look worse for wear these days. It was originally a very bright and fun purple, but it had faded a little. It was a more retro looking van now despite the modern decal of their band's logo on the side; Freddy and the Glamrocks. Under the decal image was a number that directed people to their manager so that they could book them for parties and gigs. They would travel in the van from city to city, doing kids parties in the fun animal costumes they had, and doing odd nights at bars for more mature audiences along the way. Dipping their toes in both ends of the business gave them a lot more opportunities.

Freddy got into the van, jammed the keys into it and started the old thing up. It immediately made a few awful sputtering noises before finally starting. Freddy slapped the dashboard and hummed jokingly,

"Purrs like a cat don't it?"

Roxy in the front only rolled her eyes, while Monty in the back humoured his remark, "For sure, whatever helps you sleep at night Fred. But this hunk of junk won't last another 5 years. I'm betting on it now!"

Chica stifled her laughter, and with the crew in better spirits, Frederic set the van on course back to their motel for the night.

***

The drive to the motel was uneventful, and everyone disembarked to rest for the night. As Chica, Roxy and Monty all got to the room door, Freddy called out to them, "Don't wait up for me, I'm going to stay here for a bit and make sure the van's spic and span,"

The group all nodded and grumbled their affirmations, knowing full well that Freddy was a bit of a geek when it came to the old hunk of metal. And with that, Freddy got to work. He cleaned the exterior of the van using some supplies he stored in the back, before heading inside to get things in order. He had installed a couch back there that folds out into a bed for when they needed to make especially long trips, and Monty and Chica would always manage to get it dirty with chip crumbs and whatnot. He pulled the couch away from the wall as he always did, but what he saw underneath made him nearly jump out of his skin.

Under the couch was a small kid, maybe only 12 years old. He was curled up on his side, dead asleep. He wore a striped blue polo that was a bit scuffed up along with some tan cargo shorts. Freddy panicked as he realized the kid was probably dead. His chest wasn't moving!

He immediately crouched down and shook the kid a little to try and urge him awake, "Hey kid! You alright down here?? How did you get back here?"

Freddy nervously examined the boy to check for injuries, but he didn't find any. Instead, he found marks and grooves along his joints with a faint silver sheen. He curiously prodded at his elbow and realized it was metal, as it was nearly colder than the van. Now even more concerned, Freddy rested his head on the kid's chest to try and hear his heart rate. Yet, with his head propped up against the blue polo shirt, he couldn't hear anything but the odd whirring of some kind of machinery. He originally thought it might have been a pacemaker, but that didn't make any sense either.