Glass Eyes (FNaF AU)

I

 A figure carried a slumped form over his shoulder, footsteps echoing off the walls of the alleyway as he turned down the dark corner. He held the form with a certain delicacy, as if he was carrying a porcelain doll over his shoulders. A light mist spread through the air, visible as it danced in the beams of the streetlights, which the man was cautious to avoid. The figure turned to a dumpster, slouching down to place the body on the wet concrete, opening the lid of the vibrant green dumpster with soft hands, careful to stop a rattle from ringing out and giving him away. He glanced around, scanning the streets for pedestrians, and sighed in relief to see they were empty before picking up the body once more. He heaved it over his shoulder, setting it into the dumpster silently, resting it on the bulging bags of garbage that spilled into the metal dumpster. The man closed the lid silently, wiping his bloodied hands on the rabbit costume he dawned, and walking out of the alleyway as if nothing had happened.

His eyes were dull and blank, but his chest still shook with uneven breaths. His vision was dull and foggy. He ever so slightly glanced up at the small crack of light. He could hear the faint footsteps of the rabbit man.

Mom? Please, mom! I'm right here! I'm here!

He wanted to scream.

Mommy!

He wanted to cry.

Please! I'm scared!

He wanted to do something. He was so scared.

Please....

Cars wooshed by, their driver not having a single clue, or worry, of the innocent boy who lay in a dumpster. Dead.

Mommy? Mom? Where am I?

Something in the depth of a dark alleyway shifted. Something was alive, moving, breathing once more. A young boy, trapped in a body that wasn't his. He wanted to scream, to breath, to blink, to know he was himself. But he wasn't. Not anymore.

Two glass eyes shifted in their metal sockets, rolling forwards and blinking open to face a group of smiling children, their faces smeared in pizza sauce and sticky dried soda, party hats hanging by strings.

Where am I? Mom? Mom!! MOM!!!

The glass eyes weren't alone, of course. They were a part of a body, bits of metal and gears strung together with wires that formed a metal creature, shiny and firm. It danced in front of the children, endless loops of jerky movements, trapped in limbo from a moment that never even happened. Dancing, dancing, always dancing. There was nothing else.

Mom! Please, I'm scared! Where are you?

The robot wasn't alone, either. There were others, spirits intrapped in metal tombs, and the robot could hear their screams. It could only hope that someone, somewhere, could hear theirs.

Mom? Did you leave me? Mom, please. I'm so scared!

There were days when the children weren't there. It was dark then, empty and cold. No one was there then. No one human, at least. There was a monster man, a heartless killer who watched the creatures as they screamed at him. The screams were the loudest then.

Hello? Mommy? Please, let me out of here!

The children liked the robots, and their metal joints, They giggled at the twinkling tunes that sprung from a box tucked deep inside the metal creatures. Tink. Tink. Tink. Tink, tink.

Is that you? Please! Please come get me!

The monster man was back. The metal eyes watched as he toyed with one of the metal creatures, tearing it to shreds with tainted hands. All the while it screamed, pain, anger, agony. He could hear their screams, they all knew it, and it made the man twisted man smile.

I'm so cold....

They counted the kids as they filed into the room, checking off their smiling faces. One, three, two, one, four, two, two, six, one. Maybe one of them would finally stop, would finally hear them under the twinkling of music boxes and the grinding of metal joints. Five. Two. Three. Three. One. One. One. None.

I'm hurt. Why am I hurt?

End of part I.