Five Nights At Freddy's One Shots

We're Losing Control ~The Animatronics~

-The song is "White Rabbit" by Egypt central. I usually make the title the name of the songs but oh well.-

Your magic,White Rabbit, has left it's writing on the wall.

The four most well known animatronics sat around The Marionette, staring into it's white, pinprick pupils. "I have given you the gift of life, now we must have revenge." The Marionette's words echoed in the dark room.

Revenge.

"We must kill." The animatronics listened closely to The Marionette, it had saved them, so they were going to listen

They were going to kill.

Kill.

We follow, like Alice, and just keep diving down the hole.

The four had listened well, and had killed many, so did another. Golden Freddy. He had listened, too. Though, they didn't know that The Marionette was stringing them around, he was full of blind rage and wanted everyone and everything dead. He hated anything that was living.

He thought they were mocking him, saying they had life and he didn't. He was alive, just not in the way he wanted. So, he was going to kill everyone. Kill them all. And with the help of stupid, dead children he would do it.

You can't fix your broken promise, our ties have come undone.

Golden Freddy was skeptical, even though he was angry, he still had smarts. He wasn't going to follow just anyone, but he did. He ended many lives. So many. The screams haunted him, he found it sick that his friends and his leader found it thoroughly enjoyable to watch people die.

Anyways, The Marionette said they were getting revenge. Had they not exacted that revenge by now? Was he... lying? ... no.... yes? ....maybe.... maybe they were all just confused.... well, that's what Golden Freddy wanted to believe. For now, Goldie was going to follow obediently.

I will not be used to be battered and abused

Chica had suspected The Marionette was doing something wrong, but she somewhat enjoyed this wrong. She didn't question it, for two reasons. One, The Marionette was their saviour.... why would they question him? Two, it was the reason that she enjoyed killing. Deep down, it made her sick but she loved it. She's been doing it so long that it's like her nature... though, she swore she was not going to be used by anyone.

The reason why I choose to cut my losses.

Freddy didn't really like the idea but agreed to it anyway, the one who had done this had to pay. Pay with his life just like they have. Freddy didn't mind that he enjoyed the crunching of bones and the death, he thought it was normal. They were doing it for a good cause. Yes, it was their own cause and included someone getting hurt, but it was good.

Your lies fool no one.

Foxy knew exactly what The Marionette was doing, but he didn't stop it. He was just as angry and agreed with how he thought. If he couldn't live, why should others? He didn't tell because he agreed and that he thought everyone else knew about it. That's why Foxy is eager to get to the office, he can't wait to see blood and hear screams. Someone's blood and screams that aren't his.

Your magic, White Rabbit, your white room, straight jacket.

Jeremy felt his sanity leaving him each night he came back, he didn't even know why he kept coming back. Was he truly that desperate for money? Heck, in today's society it would be a yes. Jeremy was starting to see things, hear things and was just going crazy in general. He swore that if the animatronics didn't kill him, that his mind would.

We're falling and we're losing control.

Years had passed and soon, all the animatronics were just killing machines. Yes, some had their doubts, but they couldn't go against The Marionette, even after he was gone... they had lived that way for too long, it was the only way they knew how to live and function... it was grated into their minds, "Without killing, there can be no revenge. Without killing, there is no purpose." The Marionette's words replayed in their broken minds.

This was all they were, all they will ever be.

Kill kill kill.

It was all they thought about, all they imagined.

Kill kill kill.

It was all they done, all they will ever do.

Kill. Kill. Kill.

Your pulling us down this dead end road.

The influence of The Marionette was still very strong. It was as if he was still there with them, and in a sense, he was. No one believed in anything else than what he had said, it was a shame. Innocent souls gone sour.

You can't offer your poison to me in your kingdom of filth.

Mike just got the job, he was happy. He's going to make money for doing practically nothing! He listened to the first recording, and it worried him. It made him paranoid. So, he checked the cameras. What he saw had him trembling.

He was scared.

He stayed calm and managed to survive, but he decided not to quit. He had to have some cash. So, Mike continued to come back. Though, he was gonna make sure he wasn't going to be stuffed in one of those damn suits.

I won't be pushed aside, I won't be hurt.

Bonnie had gotten more aggressive and secluded. He was usually the one who got the Night Guard first. He was brokrn inside, so used to this vicious cycle that he never wanted to stop, he feared that if he did, he wouldn't have anything near happiness. So, he was going to hurt every single thing near him. But, if anyone hurt him, in any way, they would be dead in a heartbeat, even his 'friends.'

I will get what I want, what I deserve.

Foxy looked down at his sharp hook, ever since he was put away for biting a brat that got too close, his anger had just gotten worse. Compared to The Marionette's anger, The Marionette seemed like a happy hippy. Foxy promised he would get revenge for him and his friends a long time ago, but it didn't matter now, the only thing that did matter was killing everything.

I won't be pushed aside, I will be heard.

Golden Freddy realized that The Marionette had turned them all bad, like he was a disease that infected everything around him. He was a sickness and nothing more. Golden Freddy had tried telling everyone else but it was no use, they were too far gone. Goldie wanted to help the Night Guard but he didn't dare, when he tried to help everything would go wrong and the Night Guard would either pass out or die of heart failure. Though, he decided to not give up hope and still tries.

...

Mike has had the job for a few weeks and the recordings still chill him, the animatronics still terrify him and the things he 'imagines' are driving hin crazy. He fears for his life every second, his paranoia on the blitz. Just a few more pushes and he'll be off the edge. Though, he promised that he wasn't going to die, he was going to try his hardest and make it.

He was going to make it.

....We're falling and we're losing control....

In all, everyone is on their own level of madness, anger and understanding. They are all gone, in a way. Broken, used, tossed aside. They're twisted, nothing like they used to be.

Happiness is gone, but there is purpose.

There is killing.