“Aren't they the ones that come to life at night?” His voice was a mere whisper that fell on deaf ears. Grunkle Stan couldn't see let alone hear the man looking out the window of the house that overlook the garage sale below. The room the man stood in was dark and worn. A large yellow shape slumped down behind him. It was tinkering with it's own body.
“That worries you.” It said. Said, not asked; as it was a fact. It's voice was pure distortion. Broken circuits and wiring struggled to make words from a fractured voice box. A deep rumbling growl of words spewed out.
“He'll die. And anyone with him will too.” The man said. His life was at the end of it's run. There was nothing much left of his voice either. Time, age and abuse had done its damage.
“Maybe. Maybe not. We may have use for him.” The voice explained. The yellow shape rose up onto it's feet behind him. It was a large, monstrous mass of matted fur and metal. “As we had use for you.” The beast approached the back of the man and rested a cold, jagged paw on his shoulder. The man gasped as his skin crawled. A small shudder left him. The beast let out a sly chuckle. It was demonic. “All these years...and you still aren't used to it.”
The man stared on as a beaming Grunkle Stan loaded four broken, malfunctioning, dead animatronic figures into the trailer attached to his car. They looked like something from a horror film. And then he saw two children with him: a boy and a girl, standing near the vehicle. Same height and same complexion. They both seemed terrified at the sight of the figures that would be joining them on the ride home and becoming residents of their house. The beast noticed the two children too.
“Don't think about them, look at me.” The beast said. The man was unresponsive. His face became filled with dread as the trio bellow entered the vehicle with those hellspawns. He grew sad. The thought of children being massacred at the hands of metal was...unsettling. “Look. At me!” The man finally turned around. The bear stared at him. It was his time. The man looked beyond the bear to see a black slender figure with a painted face waiting by the door. The bear turned around to see the figure too. The slender creature nodded towards the bear as the Pines family vehicle disappeared.
Golden Freddy returned his attention to the man. “You've been good...to all of us. Thank you.” He said as his meaty paws wrapped themselves around the now smiling man's head. The man whimpered, but did not resist. “For everything.” A loud snap echoed throughout the room followed by a squelching crunch as the man's body collapsed onto the floor. Golden Freddy returned his gaze to The Marionette lurking behind him. He made his way over as the sun set over the hill plunging the room into darkness.
“Come along.” His voice was shrill like wind whittling through the trees. “We have friends to follow.”
They were bought as decorations for Halloween. Well...they were free actually, but that's besides the point. The drive home was...odd. The animatronics seemed to claw at the edges of the trailer and make noises: cries, screams and moans whenever the car would turn or bump. Stan had said it was their faulty wiring, but Dipper and Mabel began to think something else before brushing it off and agreeing with their great uncle.
Now...four towering metal creatures stood in the Mystery Shack gift shop. Dormant. Wendy and Soos had helped load the buggers into the building, they were all surprised when the trailer looked like a tiger had been trying to escape, and would help in securing them in the basement. Now five people...stared at four machines...in the dark.
“Do they have names?” Dipper asked, flipping the light.
“Oh yeah.” Mabel said. “We have Mr Burnt Bear, Beaming Bunny, Freaky Fox and-” she stopped at the last one: the yellow one. “Duck...chicken thing.”
“I don't think their names really matter.” Stan said.
“They all look cheap, burnt and terrifying anyways...Perfect for scaring children...and teenagers...and adults.” Wendy said.
“Exactly, thank you Wendy. You see what's important.” Stan beamed.
“And killing old people hearts.” Wendy continued.
“You can stop now.” Stan said,
“And scaring babies for life.”
“Are you done?”
“Grunkle Stan, you are sure these things are safe, yeah?” Dipper asked.
“Yeah, dude.” Soos added. “I mean, I thought the leaky shower pipe upstairs looked messed up, but looking at these four...like damn. Straight out of a horror movie.”
“The shower pipe is leaking?” Mabel asked.
“They're supposed to look scary, Soos. That's the point of Halloween.” Stan answered.
“Until one falls over and smothers someone? I mean you heard what they did in the car.” Dipper asked slyly.
“That's why there's barely no water coming out.” Mabel muttered.
“Dipper, I can assure you, we'll lock them up in the basement and no one’ll see them except for one day a year. And on that day they will be supported and safe, Soos is very good at that sort of thing. Okay? And as for the car they were still on. They're off now, Soos made sure of that too.” Stan said. Soos clapped.
“Jee, thanks, Mr Pines.” Soos said.
“And why the floor is always wet up there.” Mabel muttered.
“If you say so, Grunkle Stan.” Dipper said, smiling. He surveyed the four machines. They were just decorations.
“Good.” Stan said, smiling back. “Alright, Wendy, Soos, let's load these bad boys into the basement-”
He was cut off as the fox screamed out. The noise made the groups blood run cold. Waddles had trotted on into the room like a ninja and, with the fox being the closest one to him, began gnawing on it's rusted leg. The pig squealed out in terror and scurried his way over to Mabel's side. Mabel was quick to lower down to comfort him. They looked at the mechanical demon as it spasmed on the spot, its eyes blinked on and off rapidly, and whined like a toddler having a tantrum.
“Yeah, they're definitely off!” Dipper shouted at his great uncle. He'd put a hand to his chest to comfort his frantic heart. Everyone had.
The thing stopped moving and glared at the door. It started laughing. It...it was not a pleasant sound to listen to. His voice box was like beating an animal until death...Then it spoke. “CcccccconGRAtulationSSSS, Matey.” It raised it's hook to the door. “You have bea-bea-beaten, Pirates Cove. To collect your prize-please report to the front de-desk-of the pizzeria-NOW-now...now!” Then nothing. Silence. The thing remained still.
“What” Wendy began “the fuck...was that?”
“Get them in the basement...now.” Stan said. It was a mix of urgency and boredom in his voice.
“Or we could just throw them outside.” Mabel said. Fear had stricken her.
“Yeah, there's scary decorations and then there's...that.” Dipper added.
“And I am not touching that thing unless I'm wearing body armour!” Wendy protested.
“Then get the other three in and we'll leave this one here!” Stan paused and looked at the floor. He made his way over to the phone. He looked back to see the frightful faces of his family. Stan sighed. “I'll call the police and have them check them out, okay?” The group started to relax.
“They're dead.” It began to speak once more. The group found themselves staring at it again. It stared at the twins that had held onto each other and spoke with a more soft tone. “They're all de-” Soos had hit the off switch on the back of it's neck. It's upper body slumped over. He checked the other three were off before he began to move the bear to the basement. He ushered Wendy to help. It took her a moment before she did. He looked back at Stan. The two shared a stare before he resumed his job.
What Stan didn't know was the phone line had been cut by a malicious hand of black claws. So when the police replied to his calls...he had no idea it was a paranormal entity that was imitating them.
The Mystery Shack had gone dark and quiet. The group had been successful in loading the four machines into the basement so now The Pines family slept in their rooms in a bittersweet sleep, awaiting the police arrival in the morning that would never come, but Wendy and Soos had taken refuge in the living room. Soos was in the midst of bandaging Wendy's arm. The Bunny, the one with no face just a lower jaw of jagged metal teeth, had a twitchy neck. Wendy's arm had been gashed open when it's head moved the way it wasn't supposed to. Mabel had almost been sick at all the blood. Wendy retaliated by punching the thing in it's chest with her good arm. It did more harm to her hand than the thing's metal ribs.
“Done.” Soos said, turning the tableside lamp off, repacking the first aid bag and then returning it to the shelf.
Wendy rubbed the white and red bandage around her arm. She could feel the stitches under it. “Thanks.” She said weakly.
“All in a night's work, dude.” He smiled.
“Stan just had to take the broken, probably haunted ones, didn't he?”
Soos chuckled. “Hopefully they'll be gone by tomorrow. They're just...old and tampered with. Sick decorations made by a sick man, like...you heard what it said. You'd have to be all kinds of weird to put that in.”
“...yeah.” She'd averted her eyes to the floor. Soos stared down the hallway towards the basement door. If he was paying closer attention he would've noticed a thin black shape phase through the wall.
“Did I lock it?” He asked himself. He scratched the stubble on his chin. God, he needed to shave.
“What'd you say?” Wendy asked.
“Nothing, I'm just...I did lock the door didn't I?
“Nope, nononononono, that is not funny!” Wendy stood up off the chair. She darted over to him and looked down the hall at the basement door. Nothing moved. “I'm sure you did, you did right, please tell me you did?!”
“I don't know.” He was smiling now, trying not to laugh. “Like, seriously, did I?”
“I hate you so much, dude.” A sick joke, but a joke.
Soos pulled keys out his pocket and waved them in front of her face. Wendy returned to the chair and slouched down into it.
“Nah, you love me-”
And then a thud echoed from the basement. Something pounded on the wood. The two jumped, Soos screamed a little too loud and too feminine, and then they froze themselves.
“You are such a man, Soos.” Wendy said slyly. She gripped the chair’s arm as if her life depended on it.
Another thud. The two jumped again as if it was an earthquake knocking on the house.
“WHAT IS THAT?!” They heard Stan shout from his room.
“GUESS!” Wendy called back. They heard him shuffling around as he slid out of bed, donned a dressing gown and a pair of slippers, and creak his way down the stairs. He made a beeline for the door just as a third thud echoed throughout the building.
“Soos, I thought they were off!” Stan called back towards him as he pressed an ear against the door.
“They are!” He said back.
“Haunted.” Wendy whispered to him. She was beginning to drift to sleep on the chair she'd made her bed. She'd even taken her jacket off to act as a makeshift duvet.
“It probably has a joint loose, or is falling over, or maybe it's a rat.” Soos explained.
“Then can you go in there and fix it?” Stan asked.
“I...uh...they aren't safe, Mr Pines...you saw what happened to Wendy's arm.” He blurted out.
“Fair enough...Well they stopped now anyway.” He pressed off against the wall. “Now what was that screeching noise?” He asked Soos.
“Oh, that was Wendy screaming.” Soos explained. The two looked at the red head. She was fast asleep.
“Sure it was, big guy.” Stan said, patting him on the arm. And with that he made his way back up to his room.
Soos opened a storage room under the staircase and retrieved a pillow and blanket. He would sleep in the guest room tonight.
A slithering black hand caressed the face of it's creations.
“How can they treat you like this. Locking you up like animals.”
The basement was dark, damp and distorted. It was unlikely that the room had been cleaned in years. Rotten wood, rusting metal and melting concrete made this cell of a room.
“Are these people worth it?” The Golden Freddy asked. It slumped down in the corner in the dark. Only a pair of luminescent eyes glared at The Marionette as he loving touched and stroked his children. His hand remained on Bonnie’s chest. He could feel the tiny dents of where Wendy's fist punctured the fur. He made his way over to Foxy. He felt the damp pig saliva on his leg from where Waddles had chewed it.
“...We shall see.”
Soos was closing in on the guest room, moving slowly as he went past the basement door, traveling down the hallway that branched off, when he heard the click of a lock behind him. He turned around quickly in time to see the basement door shudder slightly. A single bead of sweat dripped down his neck. He placed the blanket and pillow on the floor as he stealthily walked over to it. He only made it a few steps when the door opened slowly. He gasped out, and put his hands to his mouth, as The Chicken etched her head into the hallway. In the dark the machines were amplified in their appearance. It opened the door fully and stepped into the hallway, a towering black mass of metal and fur with two beaming eyes, and for some reason it stank of decaying flesh. Soos struggled to breathe. Thankfully, the beast looked the other way and made its way down the hallway...towards where Wendy slept. Soos took a moment before attempting to follow the thing, but The Bear then stepped out. It was substantially taller and bulkier than The Chicken, but terrifying all the same. But, unlike The Chicken, it instead looked towards Soos.
“...dad?” It said. It's voice sounded like a child, but...twisted. Altered.
“Oh, Christ.” Soos panted out. The Bear turned it’s body to face Soos. It's frame obstructed the hallway.
“Dad.” The thing moved towards Soos quickly. It's metal feet were loud as the joints rusted against each other. Soos ran into the guest room and smashed the door behind him. He heard Stan getting up again.
“SOOS!” He shouted. He sounded furious.
“THEY’RE-” Soos said, but the door was smashed down as The Bear forced it's way in. It said nothing. It just...breathed. Heavily.
“Hey kid...welcome...to Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria...would you like a table?”
“No, dude, I'm good.” Soos peeped back,
The Bear moaned as if in pain and then it screamed as it rushed Soos. Soos screamed out in fear and then in pain as his body was smothered against the wall. The building went silent.
“SOOS?!” There was now concern in Stan’s voice.
Soos tried to speak, but he...he couldn't feel anything.
“I'm...I'm sorry.” The Bear said as two big meaty paws reached down to grab Soos’s face.
“N...no.” He whined. “Plea-” He was cut off a loud crackling crunch echoed throughout the room.
Wendy had bolted out her chair at the sounds. She rushed to make her way over to Soos’s screams, but when he was cut off by a thud, she blanked. Then she heard the crunching. A wave of nausea hit her. And then she collided into the metal mass of The Chicken and fell back onto the floor.
“Gah, what?” She'd had the wind sucked out of her. In a daze, she looked up to see the thing looking down at her.
“Hi.” It said. It was a girl. And it sounded concerned. “Do you need help?” A cold, wet metal hand wrapped around Wendy's ankle. The metal digger into her skin and tore her muscle, while the strength of the machine cracked her bones and the infected fur dripped it's grease into the wound. Wendy screamed. She tried to thrust her way out of the thing's grip, but it made the pain worse as the structure of her ankle was thrown out of place.
“LET GO!” She screamed as she kicked at the thing's face with her free leg and sprawled her upper body around looking and trying to grab something as a weapon or a means of escape. Wendy heard something crack. She looked back to see she'd cracked the thing's eye. She kept kicking until the thing shattered completely. The Chicken released its grip and raised its hands to it's face. It screeched out in pain as a black fluid poured out of the socket. Wendy crawled round the corner and returned to the living room. She pulled a golf club out of Stan’s carrier in the living room as The Chicken rounded the corner.
“You...bitch.” It lunged for her, stomping on what remained of Wendy's leg, and thrust itself on top of her. Unfortunately, the golf club had positioned itself so that when the machine fell down it went up into the thing's eye socket. Wendy rolled out of the way as The Chicken collapsed onto the floor. Sparks, oil...and blood spewed out of it's head. And by god it screamed. Wendy watched in disbelief as the creature screamed and cried in pain in the voice of a child before slumping down. Dead.
The kids. Her first thought was the kids. She tried to stand, but the pain was too much. “DIPPER! MABEL!” She called out. Nothing. Just metal creaking on wood.
The Fox was faster than the others. It was pounding on the attic door within seconds of the basement door being opened, screaming. Mabel held onto Waddles as Dipper prepared the rope. He was tying all of their clothes together with the base tied tightly to one of his bed legs. When it was long enough it'd be thrown out the window. A hook thrust its way through the door followed by an arm. It spastically waved itself around until it settled on the doorknob. It disconnected the thing entirely from the door. The Fox began to laugh as the door was thrown off its hinges, but the laughing stopped when The Fox was greeted with the sight of a wardrobe positioned in a way to be a tough barricade, as well as Mabel's bed. A small smile crept on Mabel's face. She could see a glistening eye through the gaps in their fort. The Fox darted away and made it's way back to the staircase.
“It left?” Dipper muttered.
“Yeah-” Mabel began. The girl was barely holding in. The noises she heard would stick with her into old age.
They heard Grunkle Stan scream from his room. They heard the door blast off it's hinges and then heard as The Bunny tackled him over the bannister. The two went through the stairs crashing through wood and pipes on their way. They heard the water pipe burst open. Mabel’s heart sank. She moaned out as tears developed in her eyes.
“GUYS!” Wendy screamed from below. Without The Fox pounding on the door they heard her as clear as day.
“Wendy.” Dipper muttered. “WE’RE COMING!” He finished the rope in record time and threw out the window with all his might. They heard a slight swoosh as it made contact with the floor below. “Mabel?” His sister didn't move. “Mabel?!” He shouted. She didn't need to be told. She got up quickly and allowed Dipper to help her clutch the thing. She swung one leg out the base of the window and pushed half her body out. “Just don't look down.” Dipper said.
“Why would you say that?!” She whined.
And then The Fox smashed into their fort at full velocity. The wardrobe broke significantly. It would be in soon.
“Go to town, get help!” Dipper said. He clutched his sister's hand. “We're right behind you!” And with that Mabel began to throw herself out the window, gripping onto the rope, as she shimmied her way down the building. She looked up at the sound of The Fox getting in the room.
“Dipper?!” She called.
“I’m good! It’s stuck!”
Waddles threw himself out the window, landing on all fours and immediately darting off into the woods whimpering in pain. “Waddles?” She meeped. She was a third of the way down now. She looked up again in time to see her brother quickly edge his way out of the window. She breathed a sigh of relief.
“Don't stop!” He called. The two climbed down with haste, but then Dipper screamed out. Mabel looked up to see The Fox had hooked his shoulder. Blood poured out of him.
“Oh my god.” She muttered.
“I'm fine!” He shouted. He was not. “I think I can-” The Fox’s upper body emerged out the window like a mole. It gripped onto Dipper with both hands. He was turned away from his sister. The boy struggled valiantly. “Mabel, keep going!” He cried.
“Maybe it's best...that she doesn't see this.” The Fox growled, positioning Dipper so all she could see was his back.
The Fox bit into his head, allowing blood to drip down and patter on Mabel's face, and retreated back into the building with Dipper. The rope was then cut and Mabel fell the rest of the way down to floor and then fell into unconsciousness. Her body was concealed by the dark. So the man walking up to the door of The Mystery Shack didn't even notice her.
Wendy had crawled into the gift shop. She heard The Bear moaning out in protest over Soos's body, she heard The Bunny struggle to get up from it's wooden prison, but, and most importantly, she heard The Fox’s screams when it found the corpse of The Chicken. She heard it scatter around the living room in a rage, before tearing up the kitchen. It then darted into the hallway, like a hunting hound, and then smashed it's way into the exhibit hall before ending on the door opposite Wendy. Wendy was struggling to climb up the door and trying even harder to open it when she heard the thing sniffing the air behind her. She turned and slumped down onto the floor as pain and fear kicked her harder. The Fox’s jaw extended outwards. She could see tufts of brown hair in between it's teeth. The thing screamed and lunged Wendy. It's jaws clamped around Wendy's already wounded arm. The girl screamed as the thing pulled her and shook her around like she was a rag doll. It flung her occasionally a little too hard resulting in clumps of her arm being torn off. When re-initiating it would always chomp into a new body part of her as it savagely brutalised her body. The floor turned into a bloody canvas.
“Stop.” A voice said. It sounded human. The Fox ceased all movement as it froze. Wendy was on the verge of passing out, but she could see a man dressed like a night guard enter through the door. He had worn and matted decaying skin and a pair of gleaming purple eyes. Parts of his flesh was peeling revealing metal bones underneath. He walked over to Wendy and squatted down to look at her. Her vision was fading, but she could make out a gun in his hand and a second in a holster. “Report.”
“This one is tough. Killed one of our own.” The Marionette’s voice said from somewhere. Wendy was beginning to question what was real. “The others were not worth it.”
“Impressive.” He said.
“Who...who are you?” Wendy asked with what little voice she had left.
“I'm Ennard, darling...and I think we're going to have a lot of use for you.” He smiled, as he brushed a stray hair out of her face, but in a heartbeat Wendy lunged out with what little strength she had and gripped his second holstered gun. “No!” Ennard shouted. He stood up and aimed his primary weapon at the girl. “Don't be a stupid girl, now!” Wendy’s hands were shaking. Ennard seemed to relax a little, but there was a look of spite in Wendy's eyes.
A single shot echoed out the building and the muzzle flash lit up the window…
Mabel didn't make it to town. Her cold feet had become cut, bruised and swollen. The chances of infection were high. She'd taken shelter on the edges of the woods near the road, under a tree to protect herself from the rain. It washed away her tears. Assorted vehicles drove past her, but none noticed her. She didn't make her prescience clear. She'd wait for the rain to pass then press on.
“What did you do?” She asked herself. She was referring to her great uncle. He'd made some mistakes, but this...she couldn't, wouldn't blame him. He couldn't have known what would happen. A large lorry drove past. Illuminated by it's headlights she saw something in the corner of her eye, lurking in the woodland. She darted her head over to see a limping Waddles making his way over to her. She did nothing, said nothing. The pig curled beside her and then looked at her. It was like he was apologising. She stroked his head...and then noticed thin claw marks on his side. They almost resembled arrows carved into his hide. She looked in the direction they pointed, the direction he'd come from, and saw nothing. Then the thunder started as the rain poured harder and the lightning began to strike down.
And in a flash of light from the sky, the terrain before her lit up, and she saw him. He stood there, glaring at her with his beady eyes as the sky illuminated him like a strobe light. He seemed to slowly move towards her and then in a heartbeat he was towering over her.
No noise. She couldn't even hear the rain anymore. Just the deep breathing of her new companion: a large, old, animatronic...resembling a golden bear. And it was grinning down at her.