Sander sides FNAF AU

Fading

"Damn it. Damn it! Damn it!"

Those speedy little legs had fired away when he could almost reach out and crush the mortal's heart. Patton went off to explore other hiding spots the guard might've chosen, leaving Roman to creep from room to room, searching.

The fanciful persona rummaged through the kitchen cabinets. Not much except for bagged food and eating utensils. A lengthy butcher knife twirled in his palm, his mighty sword.

An odd sound erupted from the dark corridor: mechanical footsteps in high chase, but they clanked against tiled floor with more force than usual. Something with excess weight. Curiouser than the Cheshire Cat, Roman headed to the source of the running. He had just poked his head out of the doorway when a blur of white and purple zipped through.

"Virgil."

Perhaps little Emo Nightmare was so desperate to protect the stranger. This. Very. Instant.

     Feeling the wicked grin, he followed the other animatronic. Not quite fast, but not slow either. Enough of a pace to track him down. Though by the second, his impatience ticked like a time bomb. He stopped behind a corner, peeking out and inspecting the actions of a weak mascot.

     Vigil slowed to a stop at the storage closet and fished out a cleaning bucket. The angsty child whispered, "How much?"

     Low, suppressed murmurs said something back.

How peculiar.

He craned his neck forward, clenching fingers around the handle of the knife. Roman leapt out from his hiding spot, holding it high and mighty, ready for a one-sided sword fight.

"Huzzah!"

     Virgil backed up, showing off a pitiful defense by roaring like a wild animal. He wouldn't stop. The tattered animatronic opened his faceplates, violently twitching his head side to side.

     Pfft. What a coward.

     Roman's eyes narrowed. "Where is he?!"

The other simply deepened his voice-box, retreating with the bucket. Virgil sprinted away, but his patten of footsteps sounded slightly off. Cautious.

     He propelled after Virgil. Their path led them to the bathrooms. A sink tap squeaked open, rushing water filled up a container.

Roman slammed into the other animatronic.

His knife dropped. A bucket splashed water in the air, but no droplets landed on either machine. The screaming meddled with a voice of a different pitch. Strange, it didn't belong to anyone he knew.

How very peculiar.

Strings of a dark liquid oozed from cracks of the other's chest plates. The prince robot blinked. His subconscious churned with discomfort.

What are you waiting for? You love blood.

Virgil clutched his stomach, eyes wider than ever before. In the silence, he heard it: a human heartbeat. Beating wild.

Taking advantage of the pause, the dented animatronic snatched up his bucket, poured half a second worth of running water, and threw the entire thing at Roman's face.

     Burning electricity stiffened metal joints. The floor tilted up, colliding against his forehead, chest, and knees. Cracks spread around his fallen body. A malicious presence lifted itself from his mind.

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At least you're still connected. Hey, don't stop there. That is nothing of importance.