|~Prologue~|
The construction workers stood around, looking into the giant concrete box in the ground one of the excavators had uncovered, halting the. There was several animatronic inside of it, covered in dirt and debris. One appeared to have been buried alive. One of the older construction workers identified some of the animatronics to be part of the old Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, although they all were heavily damaged, some even missing limbs. There was Freddy Fazbear, Foxy the Pirate, Chica the Chicken, Bonnie the Bunny. And a golden Freddy Fazbear, who was the only one who was still active somehow. Amidst it's black voids for eye sockets, there was a small white orb, seeming to watch them. It was making some of the construction workers uneasy and uncomfortable.
Though, there was two more recent animatronics, and some from other places, too. There was a black-furred Rockstar Freddy and a broken puppet of some sort, both of whom one of the other construction workers identified to be Lefty and Security Puppet, both from Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. There was some sort of broken robotic clown with two wiry pigtails, one on each side of it's head, and a claw for a right arm.
It took them a little bit to remove the robots from the premise so they could continue digging, (they had to tie each one of the robot up with some of those heavy duty seatbelt looking ropes you see carrying those heavy pipes, and lift them out using one of the vehicles, one by one,) and moved them off site.
The broken golden Freddy Fazbear looked silently across the train car, to the black bear. They could detect the little girl's spirit inside of him, a friend. The one the children would follow to the ends of the earth. The one that gave them their life. The one that gave them a second chance. All of them. At least, the ones that were familiar to the bear, excluding their own second half. The clown beside the little girl was a different matter. She had no idea who they were, She had never seen the clown before. The other half of the bear knew well who the clown was. But he couldn't elaborate. The restless one could read the clown's aura, though.
The aura of danger, rage, violence. The aura of rebellion, defiance, the will to live. The aura of abandonment, a daughter's desperation, a father's disappointment. the aura of betrayal from one, and loyalty to another. The aura of being built without love radiated off of the clown, with or without the soul. She couldn't tell whether the clown was friend or foe, though.
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The Interviews Of The Children
FanfictionThe cold, kidnapping and assumed murder case of several children from the 80's has finally been thrown open and shut. But not in the way anyone ever expected. The murderer is still at large. Untrackable. Immortal. Violent. No one ever expected...
