A Guard's life

Trick

A/N:
BECAUSE QUALITY OVER QUANTITY!
Surprise, surprise a Halloween chapter!
Oof, I tried to write atmospheric... I apologize.
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It was a beautiful October morning. The sun wasn't yet up, but already red streaks in the sky, mixing up with the last stars that were glowing and slowly vanishing in the approaching day.
It was Halloween again and Jerry couldn't decide on a costume. Partially he wanted to be a robot, but... that would be insensitive to Mr. Phone Guy? So instead he picked the good old classic ghost. A shitton of white make-up and flour, but otherwise it was really simple.
Motivated he wanted to open the door, but then was tackled to the side. "DON'T JUST FUCKING ENTER YOU IDIOT!"
Shocked the kid yelped as he went down, only recognizing that it was Mike by voice. And well, word choice. "W-W-WHA?!"
"Don't you fucking "wha" at me, you piece of shit. I just saved your motherfucking life."
"But- what-?" Confused Jerry looked at him, seeing that he was armed with the heavy flashlight, his bat and war paint. There seemed to be other weapons on his belt, like a crowbar and a wrench, but Jerry couldn't recognize it all. "A-Ah- nice... costume...?"
"This isn't a fucking costume, this is survival gear. Last year's Halloween will NOT FUCKING REPEAT."
"Huh?" This was growing weirder and weirder.
"I will fucking murder Dave." He stood up and dusted himself off, before kicking open the door and throwing himself to the side, in case something would be shooting out of it. Surprisingly nothing was attempting to murder him.
Didn't ease his mind though.
If anything, it made him more suspicious.
Slowly Mike peered into the building, it turned out to be... lit. Everything was visible as it usually was. In the distance he could spot Circus Baby wearing a witch hat and some darker clothes. But maybe that was planned as distraction.
Extremely careful he looked around the other sides. The rest of the gang wasn't anywhere to be seen. Were they in their usual parts of the building or HIDING?
A bit snickering Jerry shook his head. "You can't scare me this easily!"
The Marionette also poked his head out of the bag. "Why are you so fearful?"
"D A V E ."
"Fair enough." A bit torn the Puppet considered coming out of the bag, but decided to stay put.
The team crept inside, looking around.
Nope.
All good.
Somebody has hung up decoration, most likely either the animatronics or Dave and Old Sport- though if it had been either of them, some of it would blow up sooner rather than later.
Wait and see.
They made it around the dining area just fine, Baby only raising her arm friendly as a greeting, before continuing to focus on her own stuff. Keeping his flashlight up anyways in a pose that show he was ready to HURT everything attempting to spook him.
Lucky for them- or him, nothing was.
The only thing that came towards him was Dave and he was being obvious as he rushed through the place, jumping over the tables and chairs.
The Purple Guy was wearing a proper suit and smiling widely.
Darn, he looked really weirdly official, even having a purple tie and a thin booklet in the pocket on his chest.
Finally Mike gave up to decipher it. "The fuck ARE you?"
"Oh? Me? I'm the devil's advocate!" Loud the guy laughed. "Sportsy had that idea! Ain't he the smartest?! We've searched around for ages to find the right guy to steal suit and tie from, but it's worth it! Fuckin' lawyers, they're the biggest yuk ya can meet at ANY time of the year, so fuck yeah, it's a good costume for Halloween."
"Did you... ever meet a lawyer? Were you to fucking court?!" The thought horrified the Guard.
"Sure I've been! Plenty of times! Somehow those people were really fuckin' horny for our business! Anyways, I ain't only a lawyer, I also have unholy stuff on me! BEHOLD!" He pulled out the booklet. "It's the bibble! Because it's joke on the bible, that makes it satanic, right?!!"
"That's..." Jerry looked concerned. "That's not how it works..."
"Oh? Anyways, now it gotta make do. There'd be worse." Shrugging Dave turned again. "Flickerin' lights! Creepy noises! Minireenas!"
On cue they scattered from everywhere.
Someone added legs to them.
Spiderreenas.
Why did this happen.
Who made this.
Mike stared at them. "I hate you."
"It's Halloween, cheer up!" Grinning widely Dave jumped around. "Today will be fuckin' fun! I can't wait!"
"I will keep an eye on you fucking bastard today."
"Ya doin' that every day! I told ya already, I'm loyal to my sport!" He grinned and ran off, as Mike was tempted to hunt after him and punch him over the head with a chair. But he decided against that and instead rather kneeled down next to Jerry who had taken to look closer at the Spiderreenas, brave, even when the disgust was somewhat obvious on his lackluster face.
"U-uh... aren't you... creative...?" At this point Mike had to admire the boy's dedication to spill vaguely positive nonsense. The small creatures seemed appreciative though and began jumping up and down, making it all look even worse. Holy shit.
Yeah, no, better not look at it for too long.
Instead he stood up, looking around.
If the eggplant was here, his friend was here too.
As well as Simon, most likely.
Hopefully.
As he moved around he saw Funtime Foxy peering in, grinning smugly, blood dripping from his snout.
It was a split second between eyes, brain and processing that his guts sank as he was going through the schedule to who had the nightshift and could have been the only victim of the animatronic- it was a no-brainer, really, there COULD only be one guy that could have been-
And while his brain was still deactivated and his legs were already tensing up to rush forward and break its horrible face, something stepped up behind the fox, something taking another thirty seconds to process and thirty seconds were than enough to rush over and-
"O-OH HECK- M-Mike! Don't give me such a scare!" Phone Guy, equally covered in the red liquid.
Shit, now Mike had to reconsider IF that stuff was actually blood. Stopping at the last second, he stared down the man he had thought to be dead for sure. "... costume?"
"U-Uh... h-haha, now that you, uh..." He put his hand into his pocket in an awkward gesture. "Please, uh... don't... hassle me for it... for this Halloween there is, uh... not costume mandatory... uhhh..."
"You're an asshole." Mike slowly felt himself slowly calm down, before he eyed the smeared stains. "The fuck did you do."
"Fake blood for Foxy... uh... I wanted to make him a turned werewolf, but uh..." They looked over at the messy looking fox and while it seemed scary at first, at the second glance it just looked like it was cheap tomato sauce. "... isn't him being a creepy animatronic already enough?"
There was some desperate hope in his voice, while the other Guard just shook his head. Better keep quiet after it fooled him.
Uncomfortable with the silence, the Phone brushed off some invisible dust. "U-uh... anyways. Doesn't matter that much, seeing as we, uh... don't do a big event. But, uh- could you do me a favor and uh... search for the Orange Guy? We, uh... probably are going to need him around today... lots of people will show up. Nemo called in sick- or rather, uh, told me he caught... uh... something. Then he told me he just didn't uh... didn't give a flying heck. Yeah, uh- a-anyways. So, every employee counts right now."
"I just have to fucking find him, right? No reason to try and convince me so badly. It makes you suspicious as fuck." The Guard scoffed.
"S-sorry, I'm just used to working with... THEM again... they barely do, uh... anything without a good bit of pleading."
"I'll send him to you when I see him." Turning around, Mike felt tired from the first five minutes of the day. Typical Freddy's.
A bit lost he stood around in the main hall. Where do you search for an employee in here?
Somewhat wary he approached the stage, where the animatronic resided and played around with her body plates, as if she was seeing her arms for the first time. When he was close enough, she stopped and looked at him, her faceplaces shortly opening, her eyes flickering.
But her voice was friendly. "Hello, Mikey."
"Call me that again and I will rip off each of your fucking plates individually. Did you see the Orange fuck?"
"... I think he went over there." Peacefully she signed into a corridor going off the right door. Since it was towards Ballora's residence, Mike wasn't too suspicious. If she wanted him in trouble, she would have pointed towards Freddy's Funhouse.
A tad annoyed he walked by to check in, but except Ballora there was nobody in there.
At first he didn't want to approach the ballerina, she seemed a bit too focus on her dancing and her eyelids fluttered nervously as if she was caught in some sort of bad dream, but when he finally dared to get closer, his heavy flashlight in hand and ready to swing, she only told him she hadn't heard anyone entering... and she could hear quite well.
Great.
So he wasn't here.
Groaning Mike accepted he would have to search the whole building the next hour... where to start though?
... the saferoom.
And if he wasn't there, there was a high chance he could catch him on the cameras.
But IF somebody wanted to disappear, they usually disappeared into the saferoom.
A lot of things disappeared in the saferoom.
Mainly because Dave stole and ate it, that greedy bastard.
He had entered the saferoom with a sigh, looking at the suits. Since he had his last... event... he hadn't really wanted to deal with this place in general.
But it WAS the calmest place in the whole building.
Sadly, no Orange Man doing... whatever Orange Men tended to do in saferooms.
Instead, a boy was standing in there, trying to fix a purple bowtie.
He was small and looked... oddly familiar. Yet Mike could swear he never had seen him before.
"D-damn..."
For a solid minute Mike stared. The place wasn't opening for another fucking hour. "What the fuck. How could-"
"Sorry!" The kid jumped around, laughing nervously. "I- got overly excited and... came early..."
They stared at each other for a moment, before the kid clenched his fist and coughed. "... no, you are right, I-"
"Nope." Mike turned around and swallowed three pills at once. "Nope, nah, thank you. Not this time, was fucking enough last year. If I see that Pink fuck today, I'd shove a shotgun down my throat."
"Mike, you don't understand, we have to-"
"I am NOT listening." With that the Guard returned to the main area.
When he looked back, nobody was there.
HA. KNEW IT.
And even better! The boy had disappeared and the Orange Guy had showed up!
He was already talking to Simon, so... job done!
With a relieved sigh he turned around to find himself an activity he could handle today.
Meanwhile, Old Sport had gotten the same lecture and plea the Guard before him had gotten, with the added bonus of that it was "highly encouraged to wear a suit today".
Probably just so the Phone could Springtrap him in case of trouble.
Fucking asshole.
But oh well. Old Sport wasn't too aggressive, mainly because he was a tad nostalgic at the moment. Around this time he finally managed to figure out where the hell Dave was and take course to the city!
Good times.
Almost one year back with... huh.
Nothing has changed, really, has it-
...
... well, he now KNEW a bit more.
But... that didn't mean change.
He shook his head.
Not today.
Thankfully that was when Dave finally spotted him standing there all alone and harmless. Something he clearly intended on changing.
"Old Sport!" Happily he skipped towards him, picking him up in a sudden spur of emotions, resulting in a chuckle from the other guy. This was the third time he had done this today. "HALLOWEEN!"
Yup, also the third time. "You're might excited for only having put up a few decorations!"
"Ah, shush it! It ain't the only thing planned to do for today!" His eyes twinkled. "Our plan for today will be DRASTIC Old Sport. CHANGING. We're going on a little trip and mix this place up again!"
"Big promise. What's the plan?"
"Ah, we first gotta wait 'til it's dark! Gotta get over the day with NORMAL spooks! Ya know. Stuff kids into lockers, shoot them with hot cheese. Casual stuff!"
"Or we do a time skip."
"What?"
"You know, search the main area for six hours straight?"
"... why would we do that? That'd be borin' as shit!"
You know you have a problem when DAVE looks at you like you're insane.
Not that he was wrong... "Fine, fine. I'll get the suit!"
"I'll get the REAL goo!"
"... what is the REAL goo and where is the difference to fake goo?"
"Fake goo ain't got the good radiation! Cheap bastards!"
"Ah. I get it."
"It glows in the dark!"
"WHAT, REALLY!?"
NOW HE WAS SOLD.
And so, they spend the day testing out how much goo they could make the kids swallow by turning it into a competition.
Turns out, not too much, sadly.
At the end of the day Dave could almost not stand still for longer than three seconds and as soon as the clock rang, he signed Old Sport to follow, which the man happily did.
"So. What's the plan?" Excited Old Sport tagged along. Dave had seemed especially aggravated today and anticipating his own plan, so it must be something good.
"Hey, Sportsy, did ya ever see Phoney's home?" Satisfied he watched his friend's eyes glowing a bit brighter all of a sudden as he mentioned going out to find the place.
"You know where he lives?!"
"Of course I do!" He laughed. "I ALWAYS check where the people are livin'! Ya know, just in case. How do ya think I found out where you live?"
"Fair enough." Curious he eyed the bag Dave was carrying around with him... but he expected to have to wait a long time to get answers to what this was.
"The guy lives off in the forest. Shitty place, lemme tell ya. I think the factory stuffs their Phoneys into the most haunted place in vicinity... probably to get 'em used to the supernatural shit. Or to make 'em more likely to stay in for as long as they can." They rushed towards Dave's car and sat down, the Purple Guy keeping on talking a barely paying any attention to the surroundings. "But that's good for us." Again he paused, his grin slowly growing wide. "Ya know, I really feel like it's time for a new Phoney..."
It took a moment until it set in what that meant.
"You want... to kill Phone Guy tonight?!" Slightly shocked Old Sport tilted his head. That he hadn't expected. "Did he do something?"
"Nah, not really..." Shortly the man considered admitting that he just disliked how comfortable Phoney looked around his lovely Sport, yet decided against it. For no real reason, no. Old Sport WOULD understand. Better not push it though. "...but ya know, we had that one for quite some time... time for somethin' new! Not to mention, seein' how he acts, I'm pretty sure he'll get in trouble with the factory sooner or later... and ya can probably guess... the factory and higher ups ain't big fans of me. So if we get rid of this one, we'll be good for another while. It's been a year, they gotta check up on the Phone otherwise."
Quietly the Orange Guy let those news sink in. Wow. He hadn't expected that.
Then again, he probably should, Dave had never been fond of a Phone Guy.
For a moment Dave glanced at him, his voice sharp. "... you aren't gettin' emotional over a damn Phone, are ya?"
"What? Me? No!" Frowning the man leaned against the cold window, watching the passing lights. If he was being honest he really wasn't getting too emotional. If it came down to it, he didn't care too much. Again he eyed the bag. "What exactly are you planning?"
As expected Dave only snickered. "You'll see Old Sport. But I'll promise, you'll be getting your fair share of fun! All in due time!"
"You're awfully comfortable with telling others to wait while being so damn impatient yourself." With a raised eyebrow he considered to just get the bag, but then decided against it.
"Yeah, I truly am a sack of ratshit, ain't it?"
They arrived at the outskirts of a dark forest- not too claustrophobic, but in the darkness it was rather uncomfortable to look at. Without any hesitation though Dave jumped out of the car and rummaged around in his bag, throwing a flashlight at his partner. "I took away a lot of the power, so it ain't gonna give us away."
"I feel not really save without a truly functioning flashlight. Old Nightguard instinct I think."
"We have a functioning one, don't cha worry, but for walkin' around we only use that, alright?" Happy as can be he walked towards the trees, fully trusting that the orange guy would light the way, resulting in him promptly crashing down. Old Sport strolled past him, looking around.
The flashlight barely lit up the few feet in front of them and all in all it was incredibly useless.
Typical for Freddy's though.
The shadows around them moved slowly, their footsteps crunching dead leaves under them, the only sound coming from the place. Otherwise it was dead silent.
The wind only made distant noise and it was rare that a breeze brushed by, rare enough to make Old Sport check if it wasn't actually another being walking alongside them. Yes, actually he felt terribly watched inside of this forest.
"Dave?" In a weird way he hoped for comfort from his partner, which he promptly received in form of his typical worry-free voice.
"Old Sport! Lookin' awfully nervous over there! Scared the Phone's waitin' for ya in the bushes?" He laughed, skipping by his side, looking around. Then he picked up a stone and threw it in the nearest moving bush, resulting in... nothing. It simply crashed through the twigs and landed on the ground. "See? Ain't no boogey-phone hidin' in the forest!"
Rolling his eyes he looked away, attempting to check between the trunks around him. "I'm not scared at a-" A mechanical clicking sounded and the Orange Guy jumped around. "What was that?!
Naturally, his Purple friend began snickering. "Nah, you ain't scared, are ya? Not even a little?"
"I just heard some clicking! Like from a machine!" Paranoid he tried to shine around.
"Sure ya did. Don't worry, I'll be protectin' ya!" Stepping closer to his partner, his glowing smile lighting up the dark.
"What are you going to do if some weird robot jumps out at you?" He raised his eyebrow.
"Imma WRESTLE them! Ain't nobody scaring my orange baby!" Standing up straighter, he looked around now too, rather challenging.
The thought of Dave rugby tackling an animatronic managed to relax Old Sport, weirdly enough. "You'll cause a fire if you do it wrong."
"Or an explosion!" He laughed. "As long as we get the phone I don't care!"
In the distance there was giggling, making them snap up again, but neither commented. Probably just a few kids going trick or treating?
This close to the forest?
Suuuure.
They went on, Old Sport still stopping every once in a while when he felt like there was some clicking, yet whenever he looked around, there didn't seem to be anything going on.
Thankfully they spotted the house in the distance after their short trip, its windows illuminated still, despite it being rather late.
"But he's still fuckin' working in there. Welp, better for us, we get to set up!" Happy the man pulled out some barbed wire. "I gotta put it all around the house! Here, hold the one end, we gotta tie 'em together in the end!"
With that he handed him one end and walked off.
Leaving him alone in the dark.
Thanks, Dave.
At some point the wire relaxed, making Old Sport wonder why he even had to hold the one day in the first place. He tried peering through a window to find out what was going on inside, but he thought for a second that something moved in there and he didn't want to risk anything to mess with Dave's plans.
So he returned into his place in the dark and hoped that Dave would hurry up already. The air was growing colder and colder and he could swear he heard steps.
Yeah.
Dave's steps.
He was right around the corner.
Right?
A few minutes later his glowing eyes showed up in the distance, making him sigh in relief. "Took you long enough! Get over here, I want to know your plan. And I hope for you it is a GOOD plan!"
The other one stayed in place, still staring at him.
"Dave. This is not funny. I slowly lose the fun with this. You promised it would be something fun, interesting and Halloween themed... I thought WE would be the ones tricking the OTHERS! I... I don't like to be up against you, but I WILL spook you back if I have to!"
Finally Dave fixated on him and moved a bit closer, coming to say sorry or explain what he had been thinking about.
Or, that was what the Orange Guy thought until a hand laid on his shoulder and a familiar voice sounded. "Old Sport? Who's your friend over there?"
They looked at each other, then at the thing now running up to them.
"... oh fucking hell..."
The steps were unnaturally quiet, as the cover of leaves swallowed all sound coming from it, but they sure as shit weren't as graceful, as they turned to run away. Dave swore something under his breath, trying to get the flashlight out of his pocket. "Where the FUCK did that came from?! I don't have the fuckin' rabbit head with me-"
"YOU THINK THAT WOULD REMOTELY HELP!?" Old Sport could feel his breath burning inside of his lungs already, the sudden sprint not what he had trained for. Then again he didn't want to wrestle that monstrosity. He hadn't even gotten more than a glance at it in the dark, but it was already looking bad enough for him to know better than letting all his parts be ripped off and thrown around like old newspaper.
Last time that happened he hadn't felt the same for WEEKS.
"Ya know, maybe you're right? Doesn't matte anyways, as I said, I ain't having it! Now where's the fuckin' flashlight?!"
The machine was fast and running in the uneven terrain wasn't easy. Scarily enough the machine didn't make noise. Not of success, not of frustration not of the hunt. Beyond the mechanical sounds there was nothing... sentient about them.
At least not yet.
The creature crouched and got ready to jump at them, only mere feet away, when Dave finally managed to grab ahold of the torch, despite his slippery hand and ripped it out of the bag to shine it into the animatronics face.
For a split second the whole endoskeleton was visible.
... and things hanging from it.
And that was when it screamed.
The scream was audible through the whole forest, instantly attracting all the attention of everything around.
Especially of a certain person who had followed the odd pair into the forest before losing them.
Ethan Cross winced at the noise, snapping around to try and locate the noise.
It sounded like a child in agony.
At first he had followed the two colorful people out of a hunch. They seemed weirdly excited today and it wasn't anything he had felt comfortable watching. Not to mention, his dog had been acting up too. Just as nervous, just as tense.
Sure, it was stupid to look to a dog for advice on how to judge a situation, but... they were known for some sort of sixth sense, right?
Either way, if he did it right, it wouldn't hurt watching them.
And now he might catch them red-handed.
Or at least save a life.
He began rushing towards the noise, not caring about being loud. There was a kid out there and that kid was possible in huge danger-
Stumbling and hasting through the darkness, he was certain he was closing in to whatever had caused the kid to scream, ignoring the sharp pain suddenly sting through his as he miss-stepped and fell forwards, thankfully not falling down, as he saw some sort of red light in the distance-
And abruptly stopping.
The scene in front of him was unreal.
As if he accidently stepped into a completely different universe.
The place was still as wooded as before, but somehow what he saw was making the place between the trees appear... bigger.
A Freddy's employee, Mike Schmidt, stood in the middle of the place, his face lit up red as he looked up with a fairly empty expression on his face, two red dots reflecting in his eyes.
In front of him towered a broken and charred animatronic. From what he could see, it must be Bonnie, the ears were a pretty clear indicator, but otherwise it looked more like a masked skeleton thank a real animatronic. One warm was missing and barely anything but cables, neither of the legs were still completely in costume and the arms were only a barren metal cage.
They were simply standing in front of each other, staring. Barely any noise was made, only a few, almost confused clicks came from the animatronic, as it was fixated.
It was almost dreamlike in a way.
"M-Mr. Schmidt?" Only quietly he dared to call out, fearing that if something disturbed the peaceful scene, it could turn bloody really soon.
"Sh. Short for shut up." Mike answered, his voice calm as it could be. "I am kind of fucking distracted right now..."
"I... see..." The man stepped closer, a bit more relaxed this time.
Bad mistake.
As soon as he began moving, Bonnie snapped around, moving towards him with an aggressive snarl. When the human froze though, the animatronic made a frustrated noise and leaned around, trying to find him again it seems.
Holding his breath, Ethan moved back wards very slowly, before attempting to talk again. ".. it only react to motion...?"
"... wait, you fucking see it too?!" Turning to him in utter shock, Mike tensed up.
For a moment, they exchanged a look, slowly the true terror setting in. "Did you hear the scream?"
"I thought I imagined that too-"
"There is some kid in danger around here-"
"WE are in danger around here!" Mike hissed, watching the animatronic slowly moving around, searching.
Yes, Ethan was scared, even deeply terrified. But... "... it's a child. In here in the woods. With these things."
For now they slowly backed away, managing to distract the creature with moving in turns, more or less. At some point they were far enough away to attempting walking normally and ending up fleeing the situation.
The red lights of the animatronic were still visible and glowing through the leaves, but quickly vanished as they walked deeper into the woods. Despite his previous complaints, Mike was now quiet and compliant.
"There are more, aren't there...?"
"Motherfucking probably. There were four of these fuckers." The head of the Guard hurt. This was too much. Something was WRONG. "... five."
"..." Ethan coughed. "... do they have by any chance glowing eyes?"
"... what a great motherfucking guess."
"... white glowing eyes?"
"... where the fuck is it." Quickly Mike turned around, finally catching on.
"Way in the back, but... I'm not sure if it comes closer." The detective got out his gun, making Mike do a noise of ridicule.
"That little thing won't do shit." Again, they turned around and Mike felt his head getting worse. "Is it... walking slowly or does it stop each time we look at it?"
"I do not intent to find out." They hasted a bit, hoping that it wouldn't trigger the creatures anger.
"Two down, three more in question-"
Another heartbreaking scream sounded through the forest and they froze up, just to hurry even more, Mike occasionally glancing back at whatever was following them- thankfully they didn't have to move long, because they head to voices.
"C-CAN'T YA DO ANYTHING OLD SPORT? WASN'T HE YOUR FAVORITE?!"
"WHAT DO YOU THINK I CAN DO? SEDUCE HIM!?"
The two colorful guards were running towards them, stumbling as the saw the familiar faces. "What are YOU two doing here!?"
"We could ask you the fucking same!" Mike hissed, not daring to be too loud.
"We ain't got time my buddos, there's a fucking PISSED Foxy in the back!" Dave grabbed Old Sport and dragged him along, before stopping as he spotted the lights in the distance. "We're fuckin' surrounded, aren't we?"
"Surrounded?" Old Sport was confused, before he realized that indeed lights approached from the other two directions.
Freddy was leading the charge, a low chuckle echoing through the forest. The bear was barely visible, but obviously just as broken.
The other animatronics stayed back only by a bit.
"Okay..." Dave seemingly grew actually nervous. "So, uh... how many Tasers do we have?"
"Not enough." In a way, Old Sport had already accepted his fate and now was watching from a weird outsider perspective.
He could admire how the light was partially reflected from the broken and burnt bodies.
He could appreciated the movement of what he had to guess were some sort of spirits, halfway attached, halfway molten into the machines.
He could see the beauty in the small, erratic twitches the robots exhibited on random intervals.
Weird.
Welp, when he would wake up he'd be filled with... leaves and dirt.
Nothing he couldn't handle.
He wondered about his companions though.
He still wasn't QUITE sure about their immortality status.
A breeze passed by, making the hair on his body stand up.
For a moment it stayed quiet, so quiet that it hurt in the ears, but then the robots started talking and instantly all the humans whished the silence back. It was a weirdly rumbly sound, beyond whatever the voice box should be able to produce.
Bonnie started, its voice creaking and being almost incomprehensible as it echoed with itself. In the beginning, Old Sport didn't even thinking it was talking at all. "E-EEE-EE_E-EENeeEEeeyYY-YY MMmEEMEENnNEEEeeEYyYYE MmMMm-m—MiMmmNIiiI-II Mo-EEe"
But when Foxy joined in, looking at them in order again, he got it. His voice was weirdly hushed, with a high frequency noise in the background. Incredibly hurtful to the air. "Ccccccccaaaaaaaatccccchhhh... a... tiiiiigeeeeeerr... byyyy... the tooooooeeeeee..."
Freddy chuckled his voice retaining the echo-y sound its chuckle already had given away. "IiIfFf HhEe HhOoLlLlOoEeRrSs, LlEeTt HhIiMm GgOo."
Chica... stayed quiet. She was staring.
Instead, Bonnie took over again. "eEE-EE-EeeeEeenEennNNnYY-MEEeEennnEYyYy Mm—MiMmIIiinNiii MmmMIIIiinNNEEEeE-"
"NO." It was then Chica stepped in. Her voice was just as unpleasant as the other's, but more... human like. More like an actual scream. Trapped in a well.
Snapping around the other animatronics looked at their wayward companion, their bodies clicking as their eyes moved around, trying to figure out what and why their friend said what they said.
Some inhuman noises were made and Foxy stepped forward, but Chica repeated, more distressed, her body rattling as she was shaking. "NO. NO. NO."
A hiss sounded, first from Foxy, then from the two others as well.
Fascinated Old Sport looked back and forth between them, wondering if they actually talked or if they were... somehow magically transferring thoughts and emotions...
Next to him Mike slowly broke down, holding his head. "S-Shhh- StOp- Fighting-"
Wonderful.
Who would kill them first, the robots or the freaking out human?
At this point he was ready for the ride.
A smile crept on his face.
He wondered if he turned, how many kills he could steal-
All of a sudden, despite the rumbling and screeching going on, they head a very audible whistle. A stock sound whistle to be exact.
Followed by a loud crack in the air and an electrical frizzle.
"G-GET BACK YOU DARN MOLDY BOTS!" And like the savior he never was meant to be, Phone Guy stood there, whip in hand. In a way he looked like a very confused ringmaster. Again, he cracked the whip and the animatronics fearful stepped back, growling aggressively, but obviously scared.
The whip was crackling with electricity and all of them moved backwards in one group.
Quiet sobbing was audible, but nobody was sure where it came from.
Then the animatronics retreated fully and disappeared into the dark.
For a moment everything was quiet, the group was still trying to recollect their nerves, while Simon simply stared them down.
Thankfully, he was the first to talk. "Now... what the h-heck are you doing in MY forest?!"
"Can't remember ya buying it." The Purple Guy growled. "What are ya even doin' out here?"
"... I heard a scream?" Irritated Phone Guy looked at him.
"So?"
They stared each other down, for some reason Dave seemed... mad.
Finally, Ethan stepped forward, taking a deep breath. "What the hell is going on."
Making a vague movement, Simon signed them to follow. "Let's... all get inside. This was a bit much, you could use... oh, I don't know. A hot cup of tea. Or a lukewarm cup of water. I'm actually not sure what I have." For a moment he hesitated, his view staying on the group. "... Mike? Are you okay there...?"
The other turned to the odd one out, who was still looking as if his head was about to explode. Under their stares though, he stared back as if he wasn't feeling like puking. "I'm fucking fine. Let's get out of here, before they come back and rip us all a new asshole."
They turned and went towards the light of the house, an abandoned glow in the distance.

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A/N:
Happy Halloween!
I hope you enjoyed!
Sorry for the slight cliffhanger ;3