The One Behind It All

Broken

     A week passed. Each night we all avoided each other. I think it was because of shock or horror about the truth of the resteraunt. It wasn't what I wanted. I needed help. I was so jumped up that I couldn't tell where anything was anymore.  One of my arms was taken, as well as an important wire,  so I couldn't even try to fix it. I lost almost all of the covering on me except for the one on my head, remaining foot, and hand, and I had trouble moving.

        It was that night that marked a week that I started to crawl around on the ceiling. It was strange. When the children came I stayed up their in a corner. They couldn't reach me. I became lonely and depressed because I missed my friends.  It was a while before Bonnie came in.

       "Vixen?" He called looking around.  I opened my eyes, knowing their reflection would tell him where I was. His emotions were difficult to read without his face, but I could still tell he was shocked. "What are you doing up there?" He asked.

     I lowered my head into the dim light. "You came to see me?" I asked. He sighed. 

     "I'm sorry for accusing you of lying," he said.  I smiled and crawled to the floor. "It's fine Dear." He stepped back. "Vixen!  What happened?"

    I recoiled. "What do you mean?"

    "You're a mess!" He said . I didn't mind the word but the honesty in it was painful.

     "The children did it to me. The repair man never came back. Now people look at me oddly. The children still love me though. That's all that matters."

     "No," Bonnie said. "We matter. Come on, the others want to see you."

   

    I learned that I move best on the ceiling,  so that's where I stayed as I followed Bonnie through the resteraunt.

     "Does it hurt?" He asked at last.

I sighed.

     "No. I think I lost a wire that makes it painless. I probably would never move again if I hadn't lost it. "

  Bonnie nodded. "Hurts like hell to lose your face. I wish I could have done something to prevent all of this."

    We remained silent as we reached the party room. Freddy and the others were seated at the table, meaning he had called a meeting.  All eyes seemed to be on Bonnie and me. Balloon boy poked his head out from behind Toy Chica's chair. His eyes widened and he hid again. Marionette sat on the table like last time. I slipped inside and hid in the corner.

     "Vixen?" Freddy called. I hesitantly inched out. Foxy's jaw dropped and Toy Chica gasped. "Is it that bad?" I asked. "Yes," Marionette said without hesitation.  "There's no suger-coating that."

     "Thank you," I said. "For being honest." Marionette nodded. "But we aren't here to talk about me. Freddy,  you called a meeting..?"

       Freddy nodded. Right there I noticed how worn down he was. And that Chica hadn't looked up from the table. Worry filled me.

      "Wait a second!" I said right as Freddy opened his mouth. "What happened to you guys?" I asked.

    Chica lifted her arms to reveal she had no hands. I gasped in horror. "It isn't as bad as you Vixen," she said lifting her head. "I should be grateful."

        I shook my head. "That was too cruel. I still have a hand! I can still do things! But Chica what they did tp you was..."

     Freddy nodded. "That's why I called th meeting.  They stopped coming to us a few days ago.  I think we can finally have peace. But there is more than that."

     "We can't remain enemies forever. Or even avoid each other. What I was afraid of has come. The fifth child is angry, and  wants revenge.  He will unspeakable things to get that."

      I lowered my head. "So? It's just an angry spirit right?" I asked.

     "No,"  a new voice said. I looked at the doorway to see a newcomer.  And this newcomer was a human.