Remorseless

Chapter Seventeen

We waited around, readying our nerves for midnight to arrive. We went to get our usual coffee, this time with extra espresso shots. We needed all the energy we could get for the night ahead.

The confidence just radiating off this group was astounding. They seemed just as determined as I was, to avenge Uncle and take Circus Baby and her friends down. We had studied the blue prints, and we had advice from the co-creator, Henry, himself.

"Is everyone ready?" Freddy asked.

My guns were locked and loaded, I had brought Uncle's rifle with me for good luck, and everyone was armed with a pistol. Chica carried gasoline and matches, just in case things went south. If he had to burn the whole building, however we would definitely rush to get the mascots out.

We slowly unlocked the doors to the pizzeria. I used a flashlight to look around and make sure everything was clear before we all entered. I saw the welded door from the entrance, and nothing else looked out of place.

"Okay, clear." I gestured for everyone to follow me. We quietly entered the building and shut the door behind us.

"What's the plan?" Bonnie asked.

"We move as a group. There is no way that they are going to be on their stages. We don't want to be in a position where we split up and get overwhelmed. We will move in twos. Freddy and Bonnie up front, then me and Chica, then Marty and Foxy behind. Try to use your training first, so we don't use our guns to alert the others."

"(Y/N), have something to say before we go." Marty raised his hand like we were in school. "Before, when we came here, I sensed all of the energies of the robots down there, and there were 4. Now, I'm only getting one. Do you think...they could have gotten out?"

"Unless they dug their way out, there is no way that they could have gotten out. The door is still welded, and there are no indications that they had broken out of this building."

"So...why is there only one?" Bonnie asked. None of us could come up with an answer.

Freddy used the same torch from before to open the welded door so we could enter. We got on the elevator in the formation we hoped to keep. I breathed deeply as the elevator began bringing us downwards.

It was quiet, yet bright when we made it to the main office. Pieces of the wall however, were missing like something massive had crashed through there on both sides. The question was: What was big enough to make such an enormous impact on a concrete wall? It had to be twice the size of Ballora!

Everyone was sure to make as little sound as possible when we went to Ballora Gallery, or atleast what was left of it.

We looked around, and saw something near the scooping room.

"Guys, why does this look like Ballora's torso?"  I asked.

"Because it is." Marty answered, then looked around. "And over there is Funtime Foxy's Face, and over there is Funtime Freddy's legs."

"What? Why???" Foxy was starting to get annoyed. I think we all were.

"...I may have an answer." Gordon stepped in. "We only see pieces of the outside, right? But there are no traces of an endoskeleton anywhere. And then...look at the entrance to this room."

"It makes sense." Marty agreed. "They melded together. They are all still here, but they are of one entity."

"...that gives me the creeps."  Chica shivered. "I don't even want to think about what that looks like."

"Well, we don't have a choice..And we're going to have to improvise, because if this is the case, we didnt plan for this." Freddy said. "And there's no way we can go bsure up, unnoticed. If they don't know we are here from the elevator down, they would definitely notice going back up."

He had a point. The elevator was noisy, which raised a question; did they know we were there, at the moment? Did they hear us or did we still have the element of surprise?

"Chica, go around this room with gasoline." I instructed. "I have a feeling we are going to need all the firepower we have."

"I gotcha!" Chica saluted. As she started on that we heard stomping, muffled like it was in the distance, rather than beside us. It sounded like clanking metal in slow intervals like the steps were bigger than a normal sized robot.

"Guys...I think we're about to meet our new friend..." Bonnie was obviously nervous.

"Get in formation." I commanded. "Keep sparks away from the gasoline unless I give the command."

"So don't shoot at it!" Gordon added.

The wall near the Scooping room busted open. We readied our nerves many times that day, but we were not ready for what emerged through that wall!

It was huge! It was creepy! ...It was ugly!

This thing was made of cords, wires and metal from what could have been endoskeletons or scrap junk from a junkyard. It had eyes all over its body that stared at me only, I assumed they were the eyes from all the robots. And finally, its face was that of a clown with a yellow party hat. It was just kinda thrown on there like it was trying to hide its real face. It had wires and cords hanging out if its mouth as well like it was either vomiting or slurping up spaghetti.

It leaned forward to meet my gaze. I kept eye contact with the two within the mask, careful not to look away.

"(Y/N) You came back!" It said, but sounded like a collaboration of all their voiced together that sounded both twisted and wrong! "Let's play!"