Five Nights At Freddy's OneShots

Broken Down

Panda13216

The fooling sound of Chica filled the silent hallway. I stepped in, hoping to find her alright, for her robotic toned voice had a snicker of agony to it. I couldn't imagine what she was going through if it was real, I haven't heard anything come that loud since the Purple Guy. It couldn't be him, he's dead, he suffered as we did. I realize that.

Finding Chica was no where to be seen in this area, I turned to leave. That's when I saw it through my red stained eyes. The blur of brown hair before it was so close I felt my feet slip under me. No, they did slip under me. Only just barely, it became reality that I was on my back and the man was on top of me.

In pure fear I began to squirm, remembering how Foxy was killed, straddled before destroyed. The glint of an axe was seen in the grim darkness. I screeched loudly, hating being immobilized. The crack of my skull was too loud to miss. It stifled any of my screams and made my body shudder in shock. The wires pulled down into my eyes, obscuring the small amount of vision I ever held within me.

Even though I couldn't see him, I could feel him pull his weapon down on my arm. It went over and over again, until I could feel it only being hold on by a few strands of my wires and then he stopped. Only for a slim moment of time, then he began on my face. My lip was heavily split, and my eyes were pouring over with blood I didn't even know I had.

Even though my vision was already blurry, the man, to whom I didn't know his name, wrapped my eyes with a light plaster bandage. He was not careful to go ever so slightly under my hair, and just seemed to glue it onto my forehead. He then continued down on my face and let a slim bit run over my rough lip. It wasn't enough to cut off my breathing or my speech, yet it was enough to make my words slightly slurred and stifled.

I heard him drop one of his tools, the bandaging I suppose, and leave. My heart quickened. How could I get out of here? My arm was only holding on with the tiniest bit of endo-skeleton. Not to mention I couldn't see anything but the dim light coming from the main hallway. Otherwise nothing.

I'm not sure how long I was laying there. Minutes, Days, Weeks, Months? I doubt it was more that a couple weeks. That's when the light of the hallway became much more obvious. I heard heavy footsteps, nothing like Chica's, or Freddy's or ever Foxys. I heard a small heavily animated gasp, and then a large clunk by my side.

My arms were still laying the way they were when I first was dismantled. I hadn't had the energy to move them, but tender, cold hands ran over my lesser damaged arm. It had a large cut and a couple bruises, but otherwise perfectly fine. I tilted my head slightly, and felt the sting of my old face. It was broken now, so I never really expected it to be silent in its protesting.

"I don't know if you can hear me..." The robotic tone stopped me from telling if it was a him or a her. I still felt it's cold hand press on my chest to look for the rising and the falling. "I'm going to help you, I'll just pull up your bandage okay?"

It pulled at the bottom of my bandage. I'm grateful it started there, because the top half of my face was more destroyed than the lower part. Still, when it ripped up the first part of the bandage I screeched in horror. At least it hadn't gotten to my lip yet, or the screech would've been louder and more ear splitting.

I felt it's cold hands retreat from my face. Whoever it was, it wasn't used to my cry for help. It hooked its fingers under my bandage and began to pull it across my lip. It still had a tenderness to it, but it seemed more afraid of me than it had been before. I wasn't worried, but after it passed my lip I had to unsure I wouldn't scream. The others would rush to my aid if they were in ear shot, and I wasn't into getting this thing killed.

Though past my nose was struggling. I knew it was only trying to get me to be safe, but still it broke my body for it to continue. When it attempted to pry the bandage off my right eye my scream sounded like death. The thing stumbled backwards and still managed to hold onto the bandage so it came up to my left eye. I was grateful it didn't get hold of my left eye just yet, that one got the most impact. I heard a lighter footstep enter the room. I held my breath in fear this would result in pain for my helper, yet I think it was the opposite.

"What are you doing to him Bonbon?" The heavy female voice asked. So Bonbon was it's name. Yet that could be a guy or a girl, so I'm still going to refer to the thing as it.

"I'm trying to fix him, he got the worst of it." 'Bonbon' replied, the tone in his voice quieted down.

"My gosh, you're going to get him killed!" The females voice rose higher than Bonbons.

"I sure hope not...." Bonbon answered. I heard the female step closer, for her footsteps were lighter than Bonbons.

"Boys...." She muttered. She took a swift look at me and I got a blurry vision of her. She looked like a version of Chica, her hair was pulled up into a side ponytail, and her eyes had a light blue tone to them. So, Bonbon was a boy, interesting.

I heard her light footsteps leave the room, once again leaving only me and Bonbon. He leaned over to make sure I was listening before the remains of my heart stopped. His face, no it was my face. It was mine! I began to struggle and try to pull away from him.

Before I hadn't noticed my other arms hand had been skinned, leaving only a metal hunk. It made it much harder to pull away from him, but I would. In all my struggling, I noticed his hair resembled mine but it was more plastic looking, with a aqua tone to it.

"Stop! Stop!" He pressed his cold hands onto my shoulder, one on my disfigured one. I yelped in pain and went limp. My mind was racing as the pain made my vision obscured, and suddenly the room dimmed. I got a light glimpse of his bright green eyes before the world around me faded into the approaching darkness.

I awoke with less vision than I had before the fixation. I could see barely out of a slim hole in the plaster holding my eyes in place-as it seemed. I noticed my skinned hand had been covered up with a beautifully stitched bandage. It still hurt to move it, but I couldn't help but finger my eyes. The bandage went under my bands and gracefully atop my purple locks. I sighed when I caught a stolen glimpse of my arm, which was now bandaged and swaddled like a child.

The only thing I could do well was stand, and even that took a while. I gasped when I hit the wall and slumped down, finding no possible way out of this tiny room they had confined me in.

I love Bonnie senpai. ^-^