* Ah, but it’s better than not showing up at all, no?
The flower taunted, cackling softly. Yes, yes, it was good to finally meet the one and only Fredbear in person. After all, he was the one behind the strings of ruining the monsters’ minds and the killing.
* But I would g l a d l y to hear your offer, pal!
Fredbear chuckled softly, his metal joints creaking slightly with each move. He intended to make this deal beneficial for both of them. After all, he was aware of how much Flowey enjoyed harming others.
“ I have a little show I’m starting up very soon. It’ll be —— hm, how should I say this ——”
A slight pause as he pre- tended to think, tapping his finger against his chin. Truly, he was sure Flowey would want to assist him with this show of his. However, he had to make sure it sounded as appeal- ing as possible to his little associate …
“ It’ll be quite entertaining for us both. However, I’m in need of assistance in making sure those who enter the little carnival never leave.”
With the last of her great strength, she gave a powerful kick to the face. She gave a real s m i l e on what she had done. No, Fun wasn’t done fighting yet. Flailing her legs more to try and avoid getting hooked too, she continued kicking, scrambling her hands around. Trying to crawl on the floor, she bit down to hold in the screams of pain when she moved her fingers. Black goop dripped from her wounds as he continued to torture her.
💔 ┊╱BREAK MY MIND╲┊💔
SHE KICKED HIM.
&& SHE ENJOYED IT.
HE WAS GOING TO PUT HER THROUGH HELL. && HE WAS GOING TO SAVOUR EVERY MINUTE OF IT.
The girl flinched when he let out the low growl, afraid he was going to bite her. His disgusting breath smelled like d e a t h itself. She tried moving her fingers, but the pain having the hooks in her was agonizing for her to do so. Fun already knew he was going to fit the rest of them into her feet and into her spine.
Was this going to be her end? To be just his little puppet in his show?
‘ Out of all people… Why me? What did I do to fit the part? ’
⧼♔⧽ “ My D E A R , the answer is SIMPLE. Why SHOULDN’T I choose an UNFORTUNATEGIRL who’s been SHATTERED across time && space? You’re absolutely PERFECT for the part — && your S C R E A M S are also QUITE ENTERTAINING. “ ⧼♔⧽
The abomination SANG, amused by the absolute AGONY && TERROR she DISPLAYED in her voice && her TREMBLING. Grabbing ahold of her LEG, he picked up another HOOK, attempting to FIT it in between the SKIN on her foot.
The pain was terrible, her throat was dry from screaming so much. Fun kept squirming, reaching to take the hook out. The hand began shaking, in f e a r of the pain was going to release, or the fear of what he could do to her if she did so. If she couldn’t escape… The teenager closed her eyes, trying to avoid watching the torture happening to her. Thinking she was in a better place, the girl kept wriggling, doing her best to avoid further contact.
💔 ┊╱ BREAK MY MIND ╲┊ 💔
Fredbear continued to PUSH the hook THROUGH her hand, blood SEEPING out around the DEEP wound && staining his rough, METAL hands. Several seconds later, he noticed her hand beginning to MOVE towards the hook, stopping halfway && beginning to SHAKE.
What was this? Was she going to attempt to REMOVE the HOOK?
⧼♔⧽ “ Listen to me. && listen well. “ ⧼♔⧽
He began PULLING her towards him until she was only INCHESAWAY from his R A Z O R - S H A R P teeth, OPENING his mouth THREATENINGLY to add emphasis to his words.
⧼♔⧽ “ If you TRY even ONCE to take out these HOOKS, I will TEAR YOU APART limb by limb. HAVE I MADE MYSELF CLEAR? “ ⧼♔⧽
His voice was a low GROWL, one that would make the blood of the BRAVEST run COLD. Plucking another HOOK out of his hand, he GRABBEDAHOLD of her OPPOSITE wrist, beginning to PUSH it THROUGH the hand.
Fun began screaming in pain, trying to pull the claws out of her sockets. She flailed her legs everywhere, intending to kick him away. The girl couldn’t see, she had no idea where he was or what his next action will be. Running away was the worstoption she did, though, it bought her off s o m e time.If he was going to dig the fish hooks in, at least she wouldn’t see it.
The animatronic LAUGHED, removing his FINGERS from her eye sockets. If he was going to PUT her through HELL, he wanted her to SEE it, to watch the HORROR in her EXPRESSION as she was REDUCED to nothing, to A POSSESSION.
⧼♔⧽“DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO! “ ⧼♔⧽
He GROWLED, holding her HEAD in place with his right hand. TURNING her over, his foot PRESSED against her stomach to ENSURE she wouldn’t ESCAPE again. His left hand held one of the FISHING HOOKS, reaching down && gripping her wrist, DIGGING it between two of her FINGERS.
Like that, the girl quickly swat them away, moving away from the monster. He finally let her go. It felt like an e t e r n i t y being held, but she was finally back on the ground. She began crawling backwards, panting from fear. Those hooks were not going to be in her. Getting up, the teen began running, hurrying to get away. Anything, she needed to hide. The darkness could be like a blanket to shield her, but that wouldn’t be good enough. But, that’s all there was. Black goop from the flesh that was torn away left a path behind her. Running deeper and deeper, she fell to her knees, covering her head. Tears formed, dripping down to the inky ground.
Fredbear wasn’t even A N G R Y when she RAN. He saw her STRUGGLING as a PART of the SHOW, an ADDITION to the FUN they were already having. His heavy METAL feet POUNDED on the ground just SECONDS after she began RUNNING, his footsteps much SWIFTER than the injured child’s. As he CAUGHTUP, he placed a hand on her shoulder, giving her a light KICK on the back to KNOCK them over. Once successful, he quickly reached his hands towards her face, gripping her empty eye sockets && intending to DRAG her a little ways, just to see what would HAPPEN.
He began nodding at first, but then looked down and actuallyprocessed for a second. He sat in ｃｏｍｐｌｅｔｅ ｓｉｌｅｎｃｅ once the elder had stopped talking. He drew in a breath and contemplated what he’d just been told. It was starting to ｅａｔ ａｗａｙ at him. He frowned. He opened his mouth to speak but nothingcame. He tried again: ᑎOTᕼIᑎᘜ. Almost as if he was 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓂𝓂𝑒𝒹 to not speak out when it came to ɴᴇɢᴀᴛɪᴠɪᴛʏ.
He could feel a strange ʷʰᶤʳʳᶤᶰᵍ coming from his ιɴɴerмoѕт мecнαɴιcѕ. He clenched a fist and held it tight. Was he really being тrιcĸed into this? Was it 𝕗𝕦𝕟 or was it 𝔩𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝑘? Of course this place was τσσ ɢσσd τσ ϐε τгυε, it was an 𝑒𝓁𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓇𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒶𝓃𝒹..
……..And it wasn’t IᙏᗩᘜIᑎᗩᖇY!
…..Orwasit?
A qυιcк gℓαηcє αяσυη∂ would tell him: The rules were restrictive, they were only allowed to roam around at night, they were restricted to off-hours to do what theywanted, and worst of all, 𝔽𝕣𝕖𝕕𝕕𝕪 always took main stage. He and ℂ𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕒 always had to do what 𝔽𝕣𝕖𝕕𝕕𝕪 said, had to sing what he wanted to sing. Not once was it ever up to the pair of them how the day was going to go.
Then again,
ᴡʜᴏ ᴡᴀs ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴄᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴏᴛs?
They’d be able to do what they wanted without that stupid night guard. He avoided eye contact with the elder altogether.
“I…” He finally said flatly. “I like being on stage. I like singing. I like playing the guitar… I ＤＯＮ＇Ｔlike being told what to do.. I ＤＯＮ＇Ｔ like the night guard. He keeps us TRAPPED here. He keeps us from ᴿᴼᴬᴹᴵᴺᴳ ᶠᴿᴱᴱᴸᵞ. 𝐻𝐸’𝒮 the enemy, ιѕη’t нє?”
⧼♔⧽ “ The answer to that depends on whether or not you can handle the truth, Bonnie. “ ⧼♔⧽
He had succeeded. He could tell Bonnie was GIVING IN to their own confusion, CAVING in, letting their mind get the best of them. CONFUSION towards their imaginary “ONSTAGE LIFE”, their precious “FRIENDS”, their handlers … It had taken over almost COMPLETELY.
YES. THEY’RE THE TRUE ENEMIES, BONNIE.
He INGRAINED the message in their thoughts, ENSURING it would send a painful DIRECTIVE comparable to a MIGRAINE through their SERVOS.
KILL THEM. ALL OF THEM. MAKE THEM SUFFER.
He wanted to convince them that it was LABORIOUS WORK for them to entertain, not a HOBBY. Those PATHETICSIGNALS running through their (LACK OF A) mind … They were being U S E D by the Nightguards for their own BENEFITS.
⧼♔⧽ “ You see … I HEARD they’re even SCRAPPING the animatronics who don’t PERFORM as well as they S H O U L D. They don’t CARE about you, or your well-being. WHY WOULD THEY? They have no reason to, with all the MONEY they make here. “ ⧼♔
