《Funtime Foxy x Funtime Freddy》Chapter 17: Prisoner
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I wake up, head aching. Where am I? My head is mind is too discombobulated to think. When I pull my thoughts together, I can now realize that I'm in a ... giant ventilation shaft? The end of it is closed off with a normal vent cover, although it looks more like prison bars. I try to break it but it doesn't move, crack, it doesn't even creak, it holds firm. But I'm an animatronic, in order for it to be that strong, it would have to be... something almost as strong as titanium.
This wasn't just found and someone decided that it was a prison, someone modified it to keep not only humans but robots and animatronics.
"Fascinating, isn't it?" I look to see where the voice came from, but the room in front of me is dark. So I can't see much.
I jump back, and all I can hear is laughter, more and more. Until it no longer sounds sinister but a full on belly laugh.
"I'm sorry," he barely manages to get out between laughs, "I got you so good!"
"Who are you!" I yell confused. He abruptly stops laughing and bangs against the cage again. Making me jump once more.
"The F***ck did you you just say to me you little sh***t?! (Ninja meme reference)" he yells angrily. I almost want to apologize, but attitude softens.
"So," he says casually, "do you agree?"
"What?"
"Let me try again," he clears his throat, "it's fascinating isn't it?"
"The cage?"
"Yes, or the vent cover, a special metal called pluatreum, made of a mixture, of copper, silver, tin, iron, and maybe some diamond or something in there." (its pronounced Ploo-a-tree-um) "William Afton made it himself, don't bother trying to search our database for it, it was never deemed an official metal, nor does it have plans, it was his little secret. Not even Henry knew about it."
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"That's impossible, Henry knew everything about Afton, they were best friends and business partners."
"Not everything, in fact, there's a whole bunch of stuff neither you or Henry know about Afton's little...experiments. But you know them. But that's not why your here no, you're here because you have something very important inside that head of yours. And whether you know it or not, it's in there, somewhere."
"Why now? I know you've been watching us for a very long time, why just now?"
He smiles as if he was just waiting for me to ask that question, "You know why."
And somehow I do. I know exactly why he waited until now. It was because of the accident, the accident that started all this. And then suddenly something clicks in my head, I grab one of the wires and pull him towards me.
"I scream into his face, "
Ennard casually grabs my arm and pulls it, slamming my head against the bars, stunning me. But he does it flat faced like he's done it so many times before. He looks at me with that joyless smile plastered on his face/mask. Then walks out.
Lolbit's P.O.V.
I sit, in the metal room, there's no way out. This room has no electricity running through it, except for the lightbulb that is powered by a generator inside the room. I was put in here as soon as I got back, the sleeping pills wore off a lot faster than I thought. Now I'm just waiting for Ennard to come to get me and kill me. Cause I know that's what's going to happen.
Someone opens the door, it's Endo-0, he grabs my arm and pulls me somewhere. He brings me to an empty room. The only thing in it is Ennard. He walks up to me, caresses my neck, up to where my weak spot is, then does something I didn't expect him to do.
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He laughs.
It's more like a chuckle but still chilling to the bone
"Why did you do it?" He says, still laughing, "because of him? What? Did you think he was cute? Was he more kind? Did he have a better body?
"Please, enlighten me on why you thought that he was SO worth the risk. Please, I'm all ears."
"He..." I struggle to get it out without being brought back to the terrible memories of my past, "he reminded me of..."
"Ooooh," he says, "is that what this is about? I understand.
I don't know anymore," I say honestly, "but even if I did, I wouldn't want it with you." I slap his hand off of my face.
"I see," he says, sadly, then, as if it was a normal day, he said, "welp, can't have you as a distraction." I feel a searing pain in my neck, as he stabs somethings into it, then lets go. I fall to the floor and pull the item out, its a flash drive.
"Giro-max," I say.
"Anti-virus," he says smiling, I see my hands and fingers start to flake away as pixels.
"This is an upgrade, compared to being with you." those are my last words.
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