Lifeless { FRONNIE }

Chapter 33: Face me

Freddy
I jump up to my feet with panic as Bonnie was nowhere in sight. Although I didnt know if my eyes were open. I looked around but once again, on this terrible journey, I'm hit by this disgusting thing called darkness. I yell out in desperation for Bonnie. Why WHY isn't this over yet? Again, I yell out his name. At this action i felt this numbing feeling in the left part of my body. Yeah thats right.. my arm is still messed up. I feel the panic attack creep up to me. The only thing i can hear is my own heartbeat and breathing, both rising like a rpm on a car thats driving from zero to a hundred in three seconds. I cannot loose Bonnie. My eyes are searching for anything to point to in this total darkness. At this point i hear one of my hundred thoughts telling me to calm down if i want to have a chance of finding anything down here. The room is spinnig and i try to breathe. I try for my life to breathe. One..two..three..four..five and i exhale out. I repeat this over and over again. Until i find myself curled up in my feet.

Then.. since I shut my god damn mouth. This sound came to life. A small ticking sound. I didn't recognise it at first. It was just ticking. I started to think, and i realize the ticking had always been down here. I have a minimal recollection of a memory where I remember being annoyed by it when we opened the plate by the office.
The only chance I have to find something down here is by following that sound. Against my will I start walking towards the sound. This place can't be that big.. right?

I met a wall, I was just walking straight forward when I just smashed my nose onto a wall. My arm aswell. As I hit the wall I think I heard another sound. Fuck i need to do somthing about my arm. As long as I can keep it in the same place it wont hurt that bad. I bend down to the floor to find anything that reminds of a cloth or something. My fingers slid across the icecool cement floor. I find something soft.. that'l work. i pulled it towards me. The fabric was reluctant and almost needed me to tug it towards me for it to rip. Finally!
I dont care what the fabric is, i just need it to hold a firm grip around my arm. After fumbling around on my arm in the pitch black i found a way for it to do its job. Already after getting the cloth on i didnt irritate myself over the arm. At that moment i hear a sound again.

I looked up turned around, I can barely see some outlines of the hollow room. It's surprisingly big. I never understand why I never thought of what's under the pizzeria.
And the fact that Goldie has probably been here for ages gives me a chill down my spine.
I stop for a second.

There was a movement. It was a minor reaction in my eye, I think he's here. I'm tired of this, while this thought crossed my mind, I'm suddenly filled with this new energy.. I've never felt it before. I feel the rage grow. No.. Ive had enough of this bullshit. I straighten my back and said calmly

"Goldie"

His name jumped around the big silent room, surrounding me. The echo hit me back and gave me a slight idea of how big the room was.

"Can we sit down and talk?" I said. I'm not taking his crap anymore. He tries to be all like "ooh I'm scary! Woo I hide in the shadows" I mean come on it's only childish and cringe.
I recognise a sound of a light switch click. Hopefully to turn on lights.

But now I wish the room would stay dark.

Many...

So many...

Tools.. If I can say that. I didn't even dare to look behind me for what I saw in front of me.

I face a face.
A face Ive never seen before. Behind that face i see even more faces. They all have a common expression: Hope washed away in despair. I felt a pain in my stomach when my mind travelled to the thought about the reason im down here when i saw what was in front of me. These were faces that was missing parts. I looked down from their faces and saw the bodies. Sown and screwd together and off. Dismantled and played with like he was Dr Mengele. The floor was covered in a substance that i dare not trying to adress. The sight made me cover my mouth. And at that i realized

This is the basement of the old technician.
Mike something..

"Yes?" Said the disgusting voice of Goldie. I dont want to look behind me. I know that im not going to like it. My stomach sunk as i turned around to face the voice. I saw more of these poor lost souls who left too quickly, the ones who wished to never be here. I hear the sounds of them in the back of my head.

There in the middle of it all.

Is Bonnie.

But at the same time not...
His body is limp, his eyes is staring into the blank space.
His fur ruffled over each and every straw of his hair. He is covered in oil, I can barely spot a purple shade in there. Behind him I see a list of tools, one of them really grasped my attention. I couldnt really make out what it was, is was an oblong object, it looked like a pipe. The reason it cought my eye is that it has oil smeared across it, like it had coused some pain. I look back at Bonnie, my body havent decided what to feel yet. He is just staring at the cracked floor. It looks like he is a statue.
I watched him while drowning in horror, I refuse to believe my eyes. I felt a shatter in my spine while I resist my feet's intension to fall to the knees.

This wasn't him. Its indescribable.

Against my will I look over to the devil. I feel sick just to think that we are brothers. I heard the laugh of a child. His eyes proud white dots. He has won.

"Hi Freddy" He said. His grin grew wider while looking at me. He started walking towards Bonnie. My feet didnt follow my brains instructions like they were glued down to the floor. My whole body is frozen. The only thing that is going through my mind is the thought that Bonnie is in a state that I cant adress, and my own fucking brother is responsible.

"having a little trouble are you?" Goldie laughs as he realized that I was in completly shock. I didnt move a muscle. I couldnt. Believe me I wanted to, but my body had blocked my brain out, ignoring my heads directions. Each step closer Bonnie he was. Each step he took pushed my body to listen to my thoughts. Goldies took a next step closer. I register a movement in Bonnie. Everything went in slomotion. Bonnie is tied down to the chair with his head hanging, all I saw was the top of his head and a small portion of his face. I wanted a confirmation that he was somewhat alive, all I wanted was a small movement or a sound. A sign. He need to show me that he is consious. That he hasnt lost.
Goldie was one step even closer to him. It felt like multiple minutes, suddenly my spine started to react, I felt each individual bone in my spine turn. Everything is still going slow. I look down to Bonnies eyes.

He was looking at me.

I stare at his eye blurred in black spots. The sight of his oil covered eye made me decide what to feel. I get myself to focus on Goldie.

He is holding a tool.

Its the tool i was so focused on earlier. But my eyes dozed off without me realising and made me focus on what was even further away, right at Bonnies head. Just now I realized that his back panell is open. That sight made me jump so fast that I didnt quite realize it at first that I was running straight forward towards Goldie. I pull my ruined arm over my face. Why the bad arm? Well, i wont break my good arm if i can prevent it, I know he will react fast and will throw the tool up to my head, were my arm is.

He stopped midway and recognized me. He reacted fast and swung the metal away from him and swung it back to hit me. The feeling of the ripping in the already broken skeleton raced though me and I let out a painful moan. I know my brother so I push my other arm up to my face. While im doing this the thought of what I would do without one functionally arm made me to throw my arm away from my head. I didnt have more time to decide, and before I know it, I crouch down to the floor and took ahold of his knee. The metal inside him twisted the wrong direction and he screamed out. As he falls to the floor I prepare for an attack that is fixated in his face. He gets his hands up in his face and blocks my sweet punch, Shit!
I throw myself out of Goldies attack zone. I brush the nosebleed of oil away from my face. Goldie got himself up to a chair a little bit further away. I look around and find Bonnie.

He is standing. He has something in his hand. It looks like a taser. He is standing in exacly the same distance from me as to him and Goldie. He switched between looking at us.

I know what you are thinking

but a taser is basicly a tranquilizer gun for us... or in some cases even worse..