Pj strolled down the hall as he headed towards the kitchen. He checked the time on his way and figured he'd be there for only ten minutes. Vanessa and Gregory would be here in about two hours.
Derrick had told him that there was camera feed from the kitchen showing that something was there, but he couldn't see what it was. Though he thinks whatever it is is actually responsible for the damage that's been caused. The last thing he saw was it rummaging in the trash.
Ever since that malfunction with the bot he created, he had been in deep waters. It's a mess, trying to stay above the water, but the waves keep crashing into him, pushing him down further under the waves just to drown him.
He hated it.
What's worse is he might lose everything…
Pj sighed as he stepped foot into the kitchen. He hadn't been there in a while. He glanced around hoping that he wouldn't bump into Chica. Luckily she wasn't here.
He looked at the trash compactor. He took a step towards it and could smell old pizza. He had no idea how long this had been here? How come he didn't smell it when they walked past it earlier?
He stepped into the trash grimacing. He searched through the trash, kicking it to the side. This better not have been a prank. He had gotten a message to check here.
The lights on, that means this was just turned on.
He frowned, "Wait why is this-" before he could get his words out he felt his body get pushed.
He tumbled down into the dark tunnel till he fell on a heap of garbage. Pain shot through his body.
More trash fell on top of him, trapping him.
Great.
Pj grunted as he pushed the trash off of him. He was gonna need a shower. He slid down the pile til he reached the bottom. He stood up, brushing himself off though that didn't really help as his clothes were stained.
He was about to walk away when he noticed a duffel bag. It looked like it had been crushed, his eyes widened as he realized that It was his duffel bag.
The bag zipper was broken and it was scuffed, holes were littered across it.
He ripped it open, his face fell as he saw the state of his belongings.
"No, no, no…" His laptop was crushed, all his work gone.
His notebooks, blueprints, and tools were all ruined. He sighed as he grabbed his bag holding it close to him. He had calmed himself. He wanted to scream out profanities that he wouldn't dare utter to others.
He wanted to throw whatever was around him hoping to break it. But he had to contain himself.
He pulled out his phone about to call someone until he remembered. "Fuck, forgot no service." He shoved his phone back into his pocket.
He hadn't been down in sewers, so he had no idea where he was going. He was on his own.
***
Bonnie bit his thumb anxiously, "Where did Paisley go?" They had left and went back to parts and services to wait for Pj. It's been at least 30 minutes and still no sign of him.
"I thought he'd be back here to put these boxes into the warehouse."
"That's not like him…" Freddy said as he brought his hand to his mouth in thought.
Bonnie's foot started thumping against the ground. "I have a bad feeling." He muttered.
He grabbed his ears and pulled them down close to his face before letting go and letting them spring back up.
Freddy went over to Bonnie putting his hand on his shoulder squeezing it reassuringly, "Maybe he went to the daycare, we could check there."
He nodded, that was likely the case. He wouldn't get himself into trouble. He'd only go to places he's been. Though what would happen if he got himself stuck somewhere? He hoped that wasn't the case.
Pj stepped over piles of rubbish as he took a path that might lead him out. The light from his headlamp shined in front of him letting him see what lies ahead. It had been over an hour since he ended up down here. He cursed himself for not telling anyone. They must be so worried. He hated making them worry about someone like him. He doesn't deserve them.
He looked around and felt a sense of deja Vu. He's never been here, but it all feels familiar.
His eyes widened when he heard scuttling in the distance. A shiver slipped down his spine causing him to tremble slightly. The thought of something being here with him was frightening. He didn't know if it was going to cause him harm or not.
He hissed in pain, each step he took the pain shot up to his back. That's another injury he'd have to add to the list.
He trudged through the sewers until he found his way into a room filled with sticky notes. On them were words of broken english and little pictures that looked like they were drawn by a child. Though a few sticky notes stood out to him.
Binary codes? Hmm. How strange.
The little messages littered around the room were a mystery. He came upon a table, and around it were different bots. A nanny bot, a magician bot, a server bot, Bonnie bowl server bot, and a headless bot.
It reminded him of how a family might look when they are eating together at a table. Like those commercials he sees. He didn't like them as they reminded him of what he didn't have when it came to family. Nothing he could do about it now, it was all in the past.
He noticed more binary codes, they seemed to be repeating messages. He had dealt with those before. Fonso used to send him messages that were in binary codes. When he was still new to everything then like a newborn, he knew nothing about the world.
Pj gripped his bag tighter, grimacing slightly. He had to keep moving, but he wanted to explore the area thoroughly. Leaving no stone unturned.
All of sudden he felt as though he wasn't alone anymore.
"Did you really think you could escape me?"
He twisted his body around so quickly that he lost his balance and fell down. His eyes darted as he searched through the darkness.
"This is where you'll die."
His ankle stung as he sat there, his vision blurred as the area began spinning, faster and faster.
"They'll never find your body here, you'll become one with what you made."
He squeezed his eyes shut, taking deep breaths. No, it's just in his head. His mind was just playing tricks on him. Why was his mind doing this?
He looked up and beyond the room he was in he saw something he didn't think he'd ever see again. He carefully got up and walked towards it.
He gasped, in front of him lay the bots he had created, Filbert. They were broken and mangled, parts were missing and they were vandalized. Honestly he didn't know why he stuck with that name. He only made about four of them. They were like the Staff bots, but more advanced. Their main focus was to keep hostility low and intervene. Some parents tended to get physical with employees. It took a toll on them, that's why he created them. They just added the other features of making sure there's no trouble and no one is sneaking in, breaking the rules.
They weren't a failure, he was the failure. It was his fault for not double checking. It was his fault that his coworker got hurt. It was all his fault.
He didn't deserve a second chance.
They should've fired him, but they didn't and look what happened.
Not everything was his fault, but he feels though he had a role in some things happening. In a way he is somewhat to blame.
Pj made his way through the room, everything was blurred after he left that area. Honestly he wasn't feeling too great, he was exhausted, he felt like he was going to collapse at any moment. Everything hurts, his body aches with every movement he makes. He felt awful. He hadn't felt this low before. He was truly alone.
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Broken Record
Fanfiction[Discontinued] "I do not come up here anymore. I miss him." Freddy mourns the loss of his dear pal Bonnie. He wishes he was still here. Many questions are unanswered and Freddy wants to know what really happened to Bonnie.
