Five Nights at Freddy's one-shots

The aftermath

"What the fuck happened!?" Afton shouted, rushing forward and sliding the rest of the way on his knees, taking a very limp Scott into his arms. He hurriedly unwrapped the cord and ripped the phone off, throwing it across the floor. The marks in Scott's neck were deep and purple. "Shit!" Afton cried and scooped Scott into his arms, carrying him into his office. "Scott, Scott? Hey, love please!" Afton begged. Scott coughed, opening his eyes slowly.

"Hm...?" He moaned, his voice was hoarse and weak.

"Oh, Scotty!" Afton cried out again, pulling him into his arms, ignoring the dirt stain across his chest. "Baby, what happened?" Afton asked, burying his fingers into Scott's hair, pulling his face into his neck.

"Your son is what happened." Scott strained, wrapping his arms weakly around Afton, sniffling into his shoulder.

"What..." Afton asked, his voice darkening.

"His fucking friend attacked me and choked me with my phone cord." Scott whined, curling his legs up.

"Hm." Afton just grunted, zoning out as he rubbed Scott's back gently. Scott's breathing had a whine to it, like his esophagus was squeezed.
~
"We cant go back now." Michael said, sitting on the bed. "You know my dad works there. Stupid." He kicked an oil can. It was empty and skittered towards the garage door. The marionette sat slumped on the work bench.

"Nah, it's good." Reece said, clenching his fists. He was satisfied with the damage he did.

"But we have to."

"Wait what?" Reece asked, looking up at Mike. He was leaning in the corner, there was a switch blade clutched in his hand. "Mike, you were right we can't go back." Reece tried to reason, holding a hand out.

Michael growled and slammed his knife into the drywall, it entered smooth at butter. Reece winced. "Because she's missing the fucking memory chip that I know my uncle put in here."

"Are you sure...?" Reece asked, walking over to Michael and looping his arms around his waist.

"Yes, I just went all through it and there's no chip. Just empty wires." He sounded so defeated, but there was a raging fire in his eyes.

"Okay." Reece stepped back and sucked a deep breath, squaring his shoulders. He went over to the old wardrobe in the corner of the garage and took out a battered, wooden, purple rabbit mask, the eyeholes were dark and menacing. Michael grinned. "Okay. Let's fucking do this, then."

"Hell yeah, that's what I'm talking about!" Michael said excitedly.
~
Scott sat on the edge of the bed, holding the ziplock baggie of ice to his neck, his glasses sat beside him. He looked miserable, eyes dark and empty. Afton came back into the room and stood in front of Scott, pushing his forehead so that he looked up. There was anger in Scott's brown eyes. And with that, embarrassment.

"It's okay, love. Just forget about it." Afton said, brushing Scott's cheek gently.

"No." Scott grumbled, pushing Afton's hand away. He later back on the bed, letting the ice press against his skin. He closed his eyes, frowning.

"Don't make that face, it'll give you wrinkles." Afton said, cupping Scott's face and smoothing his skin out with his thumbs.

"Wrinkles are the least of my worries right now." Scott said, but let Afton continue touching him.
~
Michael clicked the flashlight in and put his hand on the doorknob. He hesitated, though, looking back at Reece.

"Don't worry, Scott won't be there." Reece said. Michael shook his head and looked back to the door. That's not what he was worried about.

"There's going to be a night-guard there and the animatronics... are less than pleasant I would know."