"So that's where you went." Freddy said with a gruff voice. You could see but he was looking close at the watch. "What do you want?" You asked, throat becoming dry. "You will tell me where you got that bow and where you came from. We will talk. You had better wait right there." He said seriously. The watch displayed Freddy moving now. You realize it revealed your location. Parts and Services were displayed in a corner of the screen.
"Shit!" You said. You slam the watch against the side of the table, ending the call just as Freddy was about to say something.
You start to panic, fear setting in. You needed get as far from Parts as possible. Trying to get your other hand free it was clear your hand was not going to get free. It was still stuck between wires and gears. You braced yourself and took a deep breath. This was going to hurt.
With enough force you ripped your arm out of Bonnie scraping and cutting it in the process. You make a mental note to get a tetanus shot later just in case.
"Argh, fuck." You shouted. You inspected your hand and wrist. There were several cuts and scratches, most of which were bleeding. It didn't seem like anything a few bandaids couldn't fix but you were thinking too fast to really tell. You see a cloth for greasing nearby. You grab it and wrap it around your arm tying it into a makeshift bandage. Now to get out. Knocking the chair aside you escape.
Hands trembling you lock the door behind you. Even if Freddy came by you know you can't let him see Bonnie. You try to guess how much time you had. If Freddy was listed as in the raceway he would be here soon.
You looked to the elevator seeing it had been brought up. Hoping that was Freddy you looked around to find another way out. Nearly tripping over parts on the ground you run to a nearby exit sign. It was a maintenance corridor, grey concrete lining the walls. You dart up the stairs.
Running up the stairs you hardly noticed you were running out of breath, adrenaline fully taking over. You dialed the manager, getting the number wrong a few times. 2. 4. 5. In between checks you see the location has been changed and is listed a "Lobby" now. You hear someone pick up.
"It's me (Y/N). I need help now! Freddy's trying to kill me!" You shouted frantically into the watch. You reach the ground floor and stopped to take a breather.
"Freddy is after you? That doesn't seem like him. Are you sure?" A sultry, deep voice answered. That wasn't the guy you spoke to earlier.
You look into the watch seeing two glowing red eyes back. It didn't seem like any of the animatronics from the band. "W-who are you? Where's the manager?"
"He's just out for the moment, sugar. I'm watching over for him. My name is Moon. Now then, where are you?" In-between panic and near-hyperventilation you couldn't make out who or what was speaking to you. It had a deep sensual voice. In your panicked state you just assumed that he meant the manager was dead. Not wanting to deal with another possible hostile animatronic you just shout damnit and hung up.
This place is insane!, you thought.
Remembering your tazer and unsheathe it. A quick test to see if it was working alright you see a cool blue light of electricity form on it. You were still freaking out but at least you were armed.
You try to think of your options. You were in a mall/plex you barely knew the layout of you couldn't really think of a place they wouldn't eventually find you.
Your watch rang, alerting you. A quick peek showed it was Freddy again. "Damn!" You reject the call, now worrying it already gave away your location. You take the watch off and leave it in the stairwell. You enter the ground floor and find yourself near the race course.
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Ol' Big Ears
FanfictionYou are a freelance technician. The job had its perks, you made your own hours, turned down dangerous jobs and picked your clientele. This was to be a simple job, they seemed desparate for anyone to take it. "J-just come in a take a look at the mac...