Phone Guy Dave AU

Saferoom

(Disclaimer: Henry's influence is written as possession rather than manipulation, this is not the case in DSAF, however this is an AU. This is technically my first DSAF fic I wrote, so it's not great in terms of character accuracy. Please give feedback.)

Dave had asked Jack to meet him in the Saferoom. He was worried about this to say the least, but hey, even IF Jack has been acting a little... off... lately did not mean there was something bad going on! Of course there wasn't. How horrible of him to even SUSPECT his Old Sport of something malicious... towards him at least!
The large green rabbit sighed and started pacing uncomfortably. Jack was coming soon, wasn't he? Did he not like Dave anymore? Would he not accept- no no. Things will all be fine. In fact! He should be punished for doubting Old Sport so much.
The rabbit walked over to the table in the Saferoom, laying his left hand out flat on it. He picked up a hammer laying on the table beside it, and brought it down roughly on his hand. Once... twice... three times. Driving the springlocks further into his hand. He'd done this before, plenty of times, and he'd do it again.
The door to the Saferoom swung open, and closed with a heavy slam due to it's weight as the suspiciously orange skinned man entered the unpleasantly blood scented and mossy room.
Dave gasped, and dropped his hammer, he turned around to see Jack standing there. He'd never been too great at reading faces (same man, same). But he felt something was very wrong with his Old Sport. Something was troubling him... no. It was probably just in his head, like always. Jack was just uncomfortable in the Saferoom. He had died in one, after all!
"SPORTSY!" The rabbit greeted, it's metallic face twisted into something like a smile.
"Oh shit wuddup Davey!" The orange man replied. See, nothing was wrong! "What was it you wanted to talk to me about?"
Dave's expression changed to something more serious. "Ah well I..." he was finding this harder to say than he had expected. "I uhhh..."
"Just spit it out already." 'Jack' says. It doesn't quite sound like him. The rabbit whimpers.
"I just wanted to tell you... I... I... I love you, Sport, have since we met." The rabbit says as quickly as he can, his eyes squeezed closed. That wasn't so bad after all. He hears footsteps approaching.
He looks down at Jack, now right in front of him. His face is unreadable... that's not necessarily bad... is it? He gives off the impression that he is fighting his own body.
Suddenly, Dave is kicked, stumbling back and hitting his head on the wall, driving the springlocks in further, before falling to the ground. In an instant Jack is on top of him. His knee on Dave's chest, keeping him down with almost superhuman strength. He feels hands on his head, pulling and twisting.
"J-Jack?" He says questioningly. What is happening hasn't even registered for him yet. As soon as he truly realizes the danger he's in, at the hands of someone he loved no less, the gravity of the situation sets in, and he begins to thrash around in Jack's grip, begging for his life.
Jack doesn't stop.
Noticing there is no escaping this, nor much more for him to even live for besides his own fear of death, Dave goes limp. What was he to do now that the man he had waited 30 years to see was hurting him, for his confession no less. He truly didn't have anything left.
Jack seems to regain his sanity as he looks down at the man. His expression and body language now embodying that of a real rabbit caught in a trap, lacking the energy to even attempt to preserve its own life. He jolted, and seemed to leap off Dave, who still did not move.
"Dave...?" He said questioningly, shaking the man slightly. Nothing happened. He caught a glimpse of his eyes through the mask, they appeared far more dead than usual, and quite consumed by despair.
Jack stands up, backing away. Dave, seeming to have noticed his disappearance, sits up. Jack let's out a sigh of relief and the rabbit looks at him, his face twisted in misery.
"Jack... I'm sorry..." he says, hanging his head.
Jack backs away further, until he feels the doorknob. He knows the Saferoom locks from the outside, and gets an idea. He swings the door open and leaves, locking it behind him.
Dave's eyes widen when he hears the door lock. As if snapped out of his trance, he runs to the door and starts pounding on it. He's being locked away. He's never going to be let out. He wants out. The Saferoom seemed to get smaller, impossibly so, feeling as if he couldn't take 2 steps before hitting a wall. His breathing sped up as he thought of spending another 30 years in here.
Too much had happened, part of him wished he died in the Fazbender Frights fire. Jack didn't love him. Jack had hurt him. And now Jack had locked him away.
The world was spinning. He looked at his hand. No. This wasn't his hand. Not his hand. It was the hand of the suit he was trapped in.  He wanted it off. Now.
Maybe he could try to get Jack to come back? Maybe then Jack could get it off, and he could see his real hands again? No that wouldn't work. Maybe... maybe he could get himself sent to the factory somehow? That would be for the best. They'd get him out of the suit, and erase his memory so he didn't ever have to think of himself again. He'd be willing to become Scott if it meant forgetting today. Now that he thinks of it, there's a lot he'd like to forget. Maybe he should have simply let himself be taken to the factory all those years ago?
Maybe if he got turned into a phone guy, Jack could take him back to his restaurant? Maybe he could remember who he was someday, and Jack wouldn't hate him anymore because he'd be useful and have a new personality to fall back on. It was wishful thinking.
He'd be willing to change who he was if Jack wanted him to.
That wasn't good, was it, that he'd be willing to undergo the process of becoming a phone guy, possibly to never remember who he was, all because he wanted to make Jack happy. That wasn't healthy. Some part of him knew that.
He heard a note slide under the door and fell immediately to his hands and knees to read it.
"Dave I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I love you too.
There's someone in my head trying to control me. He took over when we killed that baby, and he was what tried to kill you. I've locked you in the Saferoom for your own safety, and given my key to my phone guy, he wasn't happy about it but was willing to obey my command and not give it to me if I'm acting like someone else. You'll be safe in there. I'll take care of you. I've slid some paper and a pen in here with this note, tell me if you want anything."
Dave sighs in relief. Jack doesn't hate him... right? He's just trying to protect him. The Saferoom is small and cramped but he'd be willing to stay forever if it were for Jack! He'd stay here until his body became one with the room itself, until he fused with the moss. He would hate it, but it's a necessary sacrifice... right?
If he stays in this room, never to see the light of day again, it would make Jack happy, but he'd be miserable. However... what if he really does go through with asking to be turned into a phoney? He'd be able to leave the room, Jack would be even happier because he wouldn't be so useless and smell like death, and when he remembered... he'd be happy... right?
It's decided.
He takes the pen, and writes "can you send me to the factory? I want to be a phone guy."
He slides his note under the door, hearing a slight gasp. He receives another note, the writing is more shakey.
"Why would you want that?"
Dave writes another note, this one saying "Sportsy I'm blind as a bat, rotting, and stuck in a rabbit suit. I'm sure you'd be able to remind me who I am, and having a phone for a head makes no difference to me." It's not exactly true, but he's not lying either. Those are all good reasons to want this.
"What if I can't remind you?"
"You can. I love you, remember? It shouldn't be too hard for you to wake me up." Part of him hoped it would be.
"I don't know Dave, you're not the first person I've sent to the factory. I don't want you to end up like him."
"The green fucker? I'll be fine Sport! I won't end up like him."
"I just really don't like the idea of doing this to you."
"Doing what? You won't be doing anything out of the ordinary. Just dropping off a springlocked employee."
"Please don't make me do this."
"Jack I need this. I haven't been able to see your face. I'm starting to forget it. Plus my springlocks hurt and I just want to see my real hands again."
There's a long pause before Dave gets another note.
"Ok. But if you change your mind at any point, please tell me."
"I know what I'm doing."
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Jack opens the shipping container with a crowbar. Everything is sent to him in one of these. He hates it, he never knows what is in it. It's been a month since he... well... since his last trip to the factory. He remembers what he saw that day... watching him be taken away, possibly to never return.
He gasps as he sees the contents of the container, a phone guy curled up in the fetal position. The phone guy looks up at him. The phone is purple, as is the skin of the phone guy, appearing slightly decomposed.
"Hello...? Hello? Hello?" The phone guy says, his voice no different from all the others. Jack wants to slam the box shut, forget what he's seen, and pretend Dave is fully dead. That he's moved on. That he didn't listen to him in a moment of weakness and send him to get his head replaced with a chunk of plastic.
Instead of closing the box, he reaches out to the phone guy... no. To Dave. This is his mistake. He let Henry take control. He let Dave get hurt. And he let him become a phone guy.
This was because of his actions.
From now on, he's going to run a normal business with Dave, and he's going to help him remember who he is. Dave had waited 30 years for him. It's only fair that he would be willing to do the same.

(Note: and thus begins the Phone Guy Dave AU! I might do more with this, it's really interesting and angsty as fuck. I've seen lots of Phone Guy Jack, but never Phone Guy Dave in anything but a swap AU. DSAF is not at all going to be my main thing, this is always going to be a side project for me. But yea. Here is the first Ouija patented Phone Guy Dave fic! :D)