Glass Eyes (FNaF AU)

IV

It was dark, so dark. No one was there this time. He decided to try again, to move, to break free from the strings he was on. The metal creature stepped forward again, a soft thump sounding out as it hit the ground once more. He was free.

The lid of the dumpster shifted, lifted open by spindly striped arms, spilling light over the body.

It wasn't long before the others followed, shifting like restless hibernating beasts, joints creaking from age and wires being pulled to their limits as they moved for the first time. Step. Step. Step. Step.

The silhouette of a tall skinny person stood in front of the dumpster, holding it open to observe the contents inside.

He stepped off the stage, the words freedom ringing in his ears. The metal creature was a tomb to the child, but maybe he could be free in a new way. The group of beasts met up, standing in silence.

"We're Alive," one creaked, a voice full of hope, and he knew it was true.

The hands of the silhouette reached down into the dumpster, brushing a skinny hand along the child's face.

They learned to move, learned to speak, learned to be. Weeks passed, months, always in the rhythm of craving the sovereignty of the darkness as they stood on stage, regretting the rule of the light as dawn fell over them.

The skinny form reached down into the dumpster, lifting the child's body with a surprising amount of strength, and carried it like a child, cradled in it's spindly arms.

Soon he got bored of the freedom he was given, craving more like a greedy ruler. He wanted his glass eyes to take in the sun, the grass, for his metal lungs to be filled with fresh air. There had to be a way.

The form, painted as a puppet, entered the building beside the alleyway, cradling the body like a baby. It slumped down by a metal bear covered in dirty hazel fur, and slipped the lifeless form into it, before picking up the bear's head and setting it into place, gears clicking.

"Save them."

End of part four