The Pinnacle of Life (An oc Fnaf backstory)

Chapter 62: Enforced Worker

Shadow Saber the Bunny's P.O.V

Date: June 21st, 2017

Time: 11:57 p.m.

6 Hours Before Protocol Afton

"I don't think it's necessary to bring a whole supply of food for six hours, and considering it looks as if you're stocking for the winter," I noted as we approached the pizzeria. "How else do expect me to get through the night?" asked Saber raising up his hands with the bottle of Coke and bag of Goldfish he had brought with him. "It's seems a bit overkill," I responded as we made our way to the parking lot now. "Don't tell me you don't get hungry during the middle of the night?" he asked. "I've never been up in the middle of the night," I responded as we stopped at the car I had blown up the other night. The blood that showed a hint at what had happened was still on the cement of the ground, as we had not bothered to clean up what had happened. "I can't believe I've gone down this path," I said aloud, while still staring at the blood on the ground. "Don't think you can't come back from this. Though I recall Star Cluster promising that she would have someone over here to handle the situation," said Saber walking up to me. "Are you sure there isn't a delay that preventing any assistance from arriving here?" I asked as we turned around and walked towards the front entrance of the pizzeria. "Someone was supposed to be here by now. Maybe they're running late," responded Saber, as he walked at my side. "I hope you're right. What I've done had possibly put us at risk," I responded. "Fuck you! Who cares if anyone sees blood! Ain't my problem pussy's!" exclaimed my bad side. "Whatever. I just hope Hand Unit doesn't have a huge problem over your presence here," responded Saber as we stopped at the door and as he took out his key, while using it to unlock the door. "This Star Cluster you mentioned who you called earlier; you think she's trustworthy?" I asked. "What the hell does that mean?" asked Saber as he stopped to look at me directly. "I mean. What I've done could probably do a lot of damage and destroy the reputation of this pizzeria, as if enough damage hasn't been taken from this franchise. I've heard a lot of things about the company. Things that have let scars for everyone to see," I said. "I know. I don't think this company deserved the reputation it received from the curse always present above their heads. Though, I don't see the point you've brought up," he responded as he opened the doors, which allowed us to walk inside now. "I'm just stating the possibility that she could report and or even detain us for the act I committed, considering the point I brought up ago about the company could push unprecedented actions upon us," I responded as we walked through the dark halls of this pizzeria. "No shit! She sounds like a bitch! She's can go to fucking hell!" exclaimed my bad side. "Shut the hell up! She allowed me to work alongside her and the company the day I was activated!" Saber exclaimed back as we reached a huge room, with a stage and a line of tables and chairs. "Only because you were made to be her bitch! Only made to suck her dick!" exclaimed my bad side again. "Enough!" I exclaimed as we stopped in the middle of the room now. "Bad side! Shut the hell up!" I exclaimed. "Fuck you! I can talk all I want fucker!" my bad side exclaimed back. "Look. As much as he has no remorse over his attitude, he does have a point over you being like an enforced worker to her and the company. There is a possibility where it can be true," I said as we started walking again down a long hallways, with doors and entrances at each side. "The company has full will and leverage over you. The same might go for her, unless she obligated to worker under them. Back at my home world we had control on what we wanted to be; who we wanted to be. Here. You have no choice on what your life is and what you want to be, and you serve under the company's rule. And without knowing, they may not let you live a free life and have the choice of what and who you want to be. You're an item to them." "How the hell do you know that?" asked Saber looking at me as we stopped at a door at the end of the hallway. "I don't. I'm just noting the information and facts I've gathered from what you've told me about the company," I responded. "So you intend to not associate yourself with the company and its history?" he asked turning his whole body towards me now. "In time, we'll see. I've got nowhere else to go regardless. I'm just pointing out there's a life that in front of, you just have to exit out of this life that isn't for you. We all have freedom, it's just our decision to accept it or not," I responded. Saber looked down for a moment, almost seeming to think about the words I had brought up. Finally, he looked at me, all but keeping his current casual stance and stare. "You're wrong. I have a life. I have a reason to enlighten the world with the future," he responded as he turned around opened the door, as I followed behind. Things weren't going to go well if my observations were correct. This company did concern me. "Dick!" exclaimed my bad side as I found myself in an elevator now. "What's this lead to?" I asked. "An underground location; designed to protect the value of the animatronics this place was made to be honored by," responded Saber as he pressed a button for the elevator, as the doors closed and the source of the transport itself started to move now. "So this Hand Unit you mentioned. What he's like?" I asked curious. "Probably a fucking asshole!" exclaimed my bad side. "He think he will be a hostile person to chat with," said my good side. "An asshole is an overstatement. Once you get to know him," I responded. "I do hope you know you are in range for me to overhear your conversations," said a voice over the intercoms in the elevator. "Hey Hand Unit," responded Saber. "I see you've actually used your knowledge to actually befriend someone. You continue to surprise me, only to be left regretting why I ever taught the basic skills for life to," responded Hand Unit. "We didn't meet the way one would think. I'll explain in a minute," responded Saber. "This is Shadow Saber. It's something I'll have to explain, knowing there is confusion passed on to you now." "Indeed. I do hope you are more presentable than what Saber was the first time," responded Hand Unit as the elevator stopped now. "Whatever you define 'presentable' I'm sure I can make myself a decent host, if not hindered," I responded. "You talking about me bitch!?" exclaimed my bad side. "I see. I do hope I can handle someone like you, rather than someone who has no understanding for the world or anything around him," said Hand Unit, as the doors opened now, revealing a vent in view now. "Can't blame me. I didn't have an idea of what the world was during my first moments," I responded as we exited the elevator and got on our hands and knees in order to navigate through the vent. "I should've brought this up immediately, but those gang members showed up outside the pizzeria last night," mentioned Saber as we made our way through the vent. "I expected a confrontation this soon. But to find the location of where you worked is concerning. What was the outcome?" responded Hand Unit as we crawled through the vent. "Shadow Saber's bad side killed them," I responded as we exited the vent now, and as we were in a room with two vents on both sides and another at the end, two glass windows, and props and electronics to fill the purpose of this room. "I killed them," I reminded Saber. "So I hear. Did you tend to the evidence or at least evaluate a solution?" asked Hand Unit. "Partially. I mentioned the situation to Star Cluster and she agreed to send someone to find a solution, though no one has shown up yet," responded Saber as he walked towards the vent on the right and crawled through it, as I did the same after him. "This is concerning. Involving her and the company will only bring forth complications for us and them, though it only enlightens me to see this company's struggle once more with its future," said Hand Unit, as we made our way into the other room, that appeared to have a stage and a fox-like animatronic. "Interesting design for the animatronics," I noted as we passed the stage and approached a door. "Impressive yes. Only because the company relies on the creativeness of the future our generations intended to be built upon," said Hand Unit, as Saber opened the door and walked inside. "I do hope the both of you sort this matter professionally if no one arrives here. Which is the certainty I foresee." "Star Cluster made a promise and she means well to keep it," responded Saber, as we I found myself in an office, along with another animatronic seated in front of a computer. "Hey Springbonnie!" "Hi," he responded as turned to look at us now, particularly me by the way he was staring at me. "This is Shadow Saber. I know it sounds weird but I'll explain later when I have the chance," said Saber pointing towards me. "Hi Shadow Saber," he responded holding up his hand to wave. "Hey. You know I met someone like you actually. Quite hard to explain at the moment without any context but he was really nice. You remind of him," I responded. "Yeah, so don't be a pussy!" my bad side exclaimed. I could tell Springtrap was stunned now by what he had said, and yet startled at the same time. "Sorry," I responded trying to make up the relationship I was already destroying. "Don't worry. It's a condition that affects his mental state," said Saber as we walked down to the left entrance, as I followed him. "Why do you call him Springbonnie?" I asked Saber as we were in a hallway now. "That's what his name is. Why? Is yours named something else?" he responded. "Yeah. We call him Springtrap in our world, though that was the name we gave himself," I responded. "Regardless, what do we plan on doing now?" I asked walking into a small room with a refrigerator, being the only thing present besides the wires hanging from the ceiling. "We wait patiently for someone to clean up the mess we made. We'll check outside in two hours, and if nobody hasn't shown up then we'll deal with the situation ourselves," he responded. "I'm sure we won't have to deal with it ourselves though." "You can only hope for so long, even in the situation I put ourselves in," I responded. "Sooner or later we have to take responsibilities for one's actions. Sometimes, the person who's committed those actions fails to accept what has been done, and I've accepted for what I've done."