The Life Behind an Animatronic III- The One Who Hides (A FNaF Fan Fiction)

Chapter 5- The Mind Is a Fragile Place

I was going to go insane trying to think of theories and plans. I would go back to square one whenever I found a problem, but I didn't have a square one. I didn't know what caused me to be hidden to the others. Of course the anomaly was bothering me, so I decided to research as much as I could. My first theory; I'm doing something that's similar to ghosts hiding themselves. I would ask the spirits around me haunting the suits of the mascots, but of course, my hands were tied. There was no way I could contact them and if I tried to get their attention they'd think I was some sort of little breeze. Something they could discard with no regard that it was someone begging for assistance. 

But I was determined. I was going to prove to them that I existed, and if they knew someone was here, then they'd try and search for that person. The desire to assist someone in need for some of them could work toward my advantage. I'd just need to find a way to let them know, in a sort of paranormal way that'd get them curious.

I was in the parts and service room where I had followed Golden Freddy as I thought. He was doing some mundane thing, sorting the parts and cleaning up what the humans had left. He left the door open and I stepped out, tapping my finger against my chin as I searched for some way to let them know. I usually just went with whatever they did, but now it was my choice of what we did. My eyes locked onto Foxy and I approached him, circling him a bit as I did so as I investigated him. He was sitting near the stage with his arms on it, a casual look on his face as he lazily looked around. He wasn't being too attentive to the environment, so I assumed that it'd be easy for me to snap him out of a daze. 

This proved harder than expected. Not only was Foxy not paying attention to what was around him, but he also didn't care what was going on in his mind or world around him. I tried everything; tapping him on the shoulder, shouting his name and even kicking and slapping him. When my hand struck his face, he merely shivered and scratched at it, snapping out of his daze and looking around before resuming it. Angered, I knew this cretin was a lost cause.

I then decided to try Freddy. He was more active, studying the posters on the wall and just enjoying himself in the night. He was taking a leisurely stroll in the building, relishing in the peace and quiet. I didn't blame him; for most of his existence, chaos reigned. I didn't know anything about his life as a living, breathing human, but he's been exposed to nothing but death, turmoil and anguish as an animatronic. The happy times were few and far between, and when they occurred, he didn't waste a moment to bask in the happiness. He might've seemed cowardly and shy, but nonetheless, cared. I approached him and gently said his name, and as expected, got no reaction. I then shouted his name and he veered around, my hopes shooting up but they were killed right away when I realized he was looking through me. His blue eyes searched the building and his brows lowered.

"Did anyone call my name?" he asked the robots. Foxy shook his head and continued his daydreaming. Freddy just looked to the side for a little bit before he looked back at the wall and gazed over the posters again. Although not the reaction I wanted, I knew that I had done something right and he had realized someone was looking for him. I could already tell he was little uncomfortable, but he was recovering fast. I needed to do something again.

I patted his shoulder and even tried to shove him a little, and this time he veered around again with an angry look but when he saw no one else was there, he got a little paranoid. I was doing something. Albeit, a bit rude, but I was desperate. And if they finally got to know that I was here, I'm sure that they'd pass it off as me trying to get their attention and even laugh at it. I could imagine it now, me being finally accepted amongst robots and joking with them...that was the goal. Being realized as a robot and not a phantom. 

Freddy, shaken up, went to go and find his golden counterpart. He walked toward the back room, and lightly rapped his knuckles against the door frame. Golden Freddy had his head in a shelf and the knocking made him jump and bump his head against the upper part of shelf. He slowly emerged, rubbing the back of his head and looking at the brown bear.