Metal Souls

Can't Breathe

Bonnie: So how are going to do this if he shut himself off in the office.

Chica: Our old way in is clearly not going to work.

Freddy: Simple. We wait.

Chica: For how long?

Freddy: He maybe able to use the power for the doors all day, but not all night. He eventually has to come out. We might have to use force.

Bonnie: Is there a way without being forceful?

Freddy: One of us at a time can try to talk him out. Maybe a switch might go off in his head. If he doesn't come out by then it's the hard way.

Chica: Well... Should one of us go now?

Freddy: Not yet. Give him an hour or two. Find something to occupy yourselves with. Chica you should probably go first. He hasn't talked to yet and it might better for him to listen to a fresh voice.

Bonnie: What are you going to do?

Freddy: It's Saturday. I'm going to try and talk to her again.

Chica: Freddy it's been years and she hasn't said a word to any of us three. We don't even know if she's here.

Freddy: I know, but she does listen. I know she hears us. I'll be back.

Freddy went the back of the stage sitting up against the wall before powering off. She returned to her animatronic form and her eyes starting from her pupils turned black. Chica sighed before going to the kitchen. Bonnie held her arm behind her back before going up to one of the small stages. She looked down at the worn out sign reading "Funtime Cove."

Bonnie: Hi Mangle... If you're even awake. But um... We got a new night guard, but don't worry. He's with us this time. He's really nice we're just having some trouble with talking with him. You should meet him... I know your sister isn't in the best.. Condition, but maybe he can fix her... Then you can talk again... He can probably even fix your voice box... Then we can talk and play like the old days...

She stood there hoping that she might get any response, or hear some slight movement. But nothing came from behind the curtains. She wanted to peak behind the curtains, but she knew the rules. Bonnie stepped away from the curtains as she went to find something distract herself.

Your POV

I sat in my chair hunching over as I held my own hands. I kept thinking about my parents. Remembering how sadistic and careless they where. I just kept asking myself in my head "Why?". As if I was trying to talk to them.

Freddy: (Then I turned and saw you on the ground. Crying. Sobbing. Pleading.)

Why is she in my head now? Must everything repeat itself?

Bonnie: (Nope all thanks to you.)

Chica: (Rise and shine I guess.)

Their words started to echo in my head almost flooding over my parents. I stood up pacing around the room as if to escape my own mind. I wanted to tune everything out. I just wanted it to stop. I suddenly heard knocks on the door making the whispers stop. I slowly approached the door as stopped at a few inches away.

Chica: Hey it's me... I uh... Just wanted to see if you wanted to talk?

I didn't respond as I just sat on the floor as I scooted up against the wall.

Mom: (Are you upset honey?)

Why do you still have to screw with me!? I grind my teeth as her face popped into my head.

Chica: Look I know you don't wanna come out... But, I at least hope you're listening to me. That's all I ask.

She said as there was a couple moments of silence. I heard her sigh before she spoke.

Chica: When... I mean before got stuffed. I was always alone. My parents where not around the house as much as I wish they where and I usually had to do everything myself. I eventually became a good cook for my age in my opinion. Then I heard kids my age where going to a place called Fredbear's. Next thing I know. I was being crushed and forced into a suit. I'm pretty sure the man in purple even cut my tongue out. My first and last scream for salvation almost got him caught. So I was bound to this "thing" of a body. I felt like a bird in snow. Trapped... I felt like I couldn't breathe... As the days went by I realized I wasn't alone. That I wasn't the only one trapped. My friends made me feel in a way. Safe and if you let us we could. You know... Help you too.

She finished as I processed her words. Only for a pair of legs to appear in front of me. It was my dad again...

Father: We both know you're beyond help. Because I will ALWAYS be there... I am your father after all.

His figure sat down as I heard Chica's sighing and walking away. I stared at my knees to avoid looking at my dad.

Father: We both know I'm going to find you... I always do. You just got a bit lucky that's all. You nicked me pretty well last time... If only you had the guts to shoot for the heart. I could've taught you. That way it could be like it was meant be. Like father... Like son...

Me: Burn in hell...