One-Shots

Foxy

I am running.

The establishment isn't very big and offers no hiding places big enough for me, but I run. I run faster than I ever have before, and I am too scared to see if he is still behind me.

However, just as I am thinking I lost him, he appears before me, large and menacing. His clothes are a light purple; it looks like a uniform, but the workers at Freddy Fazbear's don't wear purple.

"You can't run from me, kiddie," the purple man growls, lunging for me. I immediately turn and run, but his arms are faster and coil around me. I kick and scream, hoping someone would hear me and come to my rescue, but it is after hours; no one is here.

It is just me, the purple man, and the darkness.

My death is quick; he spins me around, shows me his small gun, and fires a bullet through my brain. I am killed instantly, and he leaves me there to find the rest of my friends.

It's not long before he is back; I watch as he grabs my limp body with his bloody hands and carries me away. I follow silently, watching him carry me to the back room.

He has all of the animatronics lined up against the table. My friends' bloody bodies are stacked in a pile on the floor; I freeze at the sight. Each one has a hole through their temple, and he adds me to the stack, one more bloody hole to go with the rest of them.

The purple man opens all of animatronics' mouths, and one by one, he cuts my friends bodies' into smaller pieces and stuffs them down the machines' throats. I watch as he chops me up and sends the evidence down Foxy's throat. Tears run down my transparent cheeks as he begins cleaning up his mess. All of my friends and I are dead, left to rot in these machines.

The purple man leaves once the evidence is completely erased, and I am alone. I huddle in the corner of the back room and cry into my knees, wishing my friends were here with me. They died, too; how come I was the only one who had to stay behind?

Soft footsteps echo around me. I sniff and look up to see who it is, figuring it is morning and workers have come to start their shift. I do not expect to see a skinny dark figure peering down at me.

I squeak and press my back against the wall. It stares silently at me, with what looks to be pity in its eyes. It is tall, with long, skinny black limps and a white mask. I can not remember seeing this attraction at Freddy Fazbear's, but for some reason, this puppet-looking thing looks familiar.

"I know you're scared," it says softly. "You're friends are, too. I'm here to help you, so, please, do not run from me." It holds out a long-fingered hand to me, offering its help.

Its voice is soft and kind, and without thinking, I reach out and accept its hand. It gives a small smile as it helps me up, and with its other hand, it gently wipes the tears off of my face. I am surprised at its gentleness with its unsettling presence, but I can't help but feel safe and consoled by its kindness.

"I have already helped your friends; you are the last one," it informs me. "I cannot change what has happened, nor can I avenge your killer for you. However, I can give you new life, and with time, you can avenge yourselves. You can choose to decline, but know you will be a lost soul if you do."

It holds out its hand once more. "Do you accept my offer?"

Without hesitating, I take its hand. Not only will I be able to see my friends again, but I can get vengeance on the man who murdered me. A deep, warm feeling stirs inside of me as the puppet-like attraction leads me to the animatronics. It stops in front of Foxy, the animatronic of which my body was stuffed inside. With a careful hand, it reaches out, removes the mask in front of Foxy's face, and turns to me.

"This is the only way. You may not remember your life before now, and you may be filled with rage, but know that I did this for you," it says, and before I can respond, it places the mask on my face.

I am filled with a feeling of unholy rage, and I release a scream as the world slowly fades.

***

My name is Foxy. I am out of order, and I have been closed for repair for ten years. I have been stuck in this metal suit for over twenty years now, and

I

want

out.