Animatronics Awaken

You're Staying Here

Justin's POV

"What happened to him?!" Chica exclaimed as I brought her downstairs.

"No idea," I replied. "Found him like that. But he's pretty beat up."

Chica bent down over the couch to inspect Raymon. "Go get me some supplies," she commanded. "You know what I need, do you?"

"I do!" Cheyanne said. "I'll go get them!" She sprinted up the stairs to get supplies from the bathroom. The other animatronics did want to come downstairs when I told Chica that Raymon was badly injured. I had told them to stay so the place wouldn't be so crowded, though.

"Is he gonna be okay?" I asked Chica.

"Once we get some alcohol on these cuts and bandage them up, yeah, he'll be fine."

"What about the rashes on his back?"

"Can't do anything about those. They'll heal on their own, though."

I nodded. Cheyanne soon came back down with some medical alcohol, bandage wrap, gauze, and medical tape. Chica took it from her and began treating Raymon's injuries. I tried to jump in and help, but she kept pushing me away. Once she was finished, she stepped away and said, "Okay. That'll have to do."

Raymon's right hand was wrapped from his wrist to his elbow, because of all the cuts he had on it. The left side of his face has gauze on it, covering the cut by his ear. His face was mostly bruised, but there were patches of gauze where some bleeding injuries were.

"Well, now what?" Cheyanne asked.

"We wait until he wakes up, then ask what the hell happened," Chica replied.

"There was a knife next to him where we found him...." I murmured.

Cheyanne gasped. "You don't think he...?"

I shook my head. "Raymon wouldn't do that." I swallowed. "He wouldn't hurt himself."

I think. I hope.

Once again, I sat next to Raymon on the couch, waiting for him to wake up. I stared at Chica, silently telling her that I wanted to be alone with Raymon. She took the message. "Come on Cheyanne," she said. "Let's go tell the others how he's doing."

"Okay." With one last look at Raymon, perhaps hoping that he would wake up right that second, Cheyanne followed Chica upstairs. When I couldn't hear their footsteps anymore, I relaxed. "Come on Raymon," I whispered to him as if he could hear. "You can't die now, you're my best friend."

With the injuries he has, I doubt that he would die, but I was just being overdramatic here. My imagination automatically thought of life without Raymon. No more laughs, no more bad jokes..no more fun. Tears welled up in my eyes at the thought, and I still knew that he wasn't going to die.

"Whoever did this to you...I'm going to kill them," I muttered. "I won't believe that you did this to yourself."

Could it be the return of Springtrap? But then yet, there's been no sign of him for four weeks and, why would he attack Raymon in his own house? Especially when his parents are there?

Wait. Hold that thought. Raymon's parents weren't there. Nor was his brother. There was no sign of any of them. Raymon was home alone, and for who knows how long? I glanced at him, at his unconscious form, and questioned. It could have been Springtrap...it could have been the Nightmares. Or one of them. The deep scratches lead to them. But the knife leads to Springtrap...

But we're forgetting the rashes on his back. Those were whipping marks, weren't they? Why would Springtrap or the Nightmares whip him?

None of this made sense. Too many clues, too many suspects. Who knows, it could have been a random stranger. A robber.