Vagrancy Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Ken stood there, stunned at the fact that the robotic rabbit knew his name. That scared him more than it talking, which is saying much. However, he was still frightened by the fact that he- IT talked. Maybe this is some sort of joke by the owner of the place? For basically breaking and entering? Ken thought to himself. Of course, he knew that wasn’t likely; No one was around during the time he came in. Even if someone was playing a joke on him, the fact that the robot knew his name meant something was up.

Ken sighed as he began to put his clothes on. They felt warmer and dryer, like….Were they put in a dryer? Did this place even have a dryer? So many thoughts ran through his head as he pulled his shirt over. At least they let him keep his undergarments. Holy shit, who undressed me? The thought dawned on Ken as he realized he was wrapped in a blanket earlier. And why were his clothes dry? Did they...Save him from freezing to death?  “Achoo.” Ken sneezed violently as he finished getting dressed. Great, now I have a cold.

He touched his head where he hit the door trying to get away from them. His right eye was covered with what appeared to be gauze. He touched where he was hit, and felt liquid. Oh great, now I’m hurt. Ken groaned. Who put this stuff on me anyways? But now was no longer the time for questions. Ken reached for the doorknob and opened the door, walking through

It took him a minute for his eyes to adjust to the darkness of the other room. Well if there’s light in the room I was in previously, why can’t there be lights on out here? Whereas the previous room was nothing but parts of animatronics, the room he was in now was tables set up in rows with birthday hats on. To the left of him stood a stage. The only thing on it currently was a microphone stand, microphone in place. To his right was...Was that the exit!?

He clutched the broom and began to walk over, careful to be silent. Yes, It was the exit! He pushed the bar, but to no avail; It was locked. Looking around, he readied the broom, getting ready to smash the window to escape. Forget what the animatronic said, he couldn’t trust him.

“I wouldn’t do that. That’s damaging company property.” He heard a voice behind him. He jumped and turned around, holding the broom like a javelin. not to far in front of him stood a bear, wearing a top hat. Ken remained silent as the bear looked at him, observing him. “Look, I can understand you’re scared. Just come with us, we need to talk to you. We’re not going to hurt you.” He motioned for him to follow. Ken shook his head, finally gaining the nerve to talk.

“I-I don’t think so. I can’t trust you or anyone here. I don’t know if this is real or what’s happening. Just let me go and I won’t come back ever.” He said, trying put on a brave voice. The bear shook his head. “I can’t let you do that until we talk to you.” He said, taking a step forward.

Quickly, Ken threw the broom at the bear and took off sprinting. He went down the familiar hallway, and this time he remembered the chair. I won’t hit it this time when I enter the room. But he never made it into the room. A giant robotic fox appeared in the doorway, throwing him off. He turned around and was ready to bolt into the other room opposite of the guards room, but a robotic chicken hindered his efforts. The bear appeared at the end of the hallway. Ken backed up until he felt himself hit the wall.

“Didn’t your parents teach you manners?” The bear asked rather angrily. “I’m sorry. Just let me go.” He begged. “You don’t listen do you? I said after we’re done talking you can leave. Now will you please follow me this time.” He asked, his voice dropping to a softer tone. Ken pondered whether or not to believe him until the fox spoke up “Freddy doesn’t bite, Ken. Don’t ye remember that?”

“Ken, you’ve grown quite a bit, and you’ve gotten faster! You could almost keep up with Foxy!” The chicken added. “Yarr, I not be that old, chica.” Foxy replied. They then turned their heads towards you. “C’mon, let’s go. We’re not going to hurt you, as we’ve said before.” Freddy said. NO! Your brain tries to tell you. But it’s literally the only option left. Ken really, really did not want to piss off these animatronics. “O-” He sneezed twice. “Ok, fine.” He sniffed. He followed the bear, Freddy, as he led them to wherever he was going. Foxy remained to his right and Chica to his left. “Ye remind me of me. We both have somethin’ coverin our right eye.” Foxy tried to spark up a conversation.

“Um, yeah I guess.” Ken answered half-heartedly. Truth be told, he just wanted to leave the place. Fear overtook every part of his body, and he was dreading what would happen next. He could try and make a break for it, but if he fucked up and failed, he was sure that was the end of his story. They finally reached a room with double doors, and a small circular windows in each door.

Inside appeared to be a kitchen. Bonnie was waiting for them. He giggled as he saw Ken being escorted by his friends. Ken took a deep sigh. Whatever happens, happens I guess. But I’m not going down without a fight. “Alright, I’m here. What do you want?”

Freddy turned around and cleared his throat (Did he even have a throat?). “Ken, do you remember us?”

“Not at all. I don’t know any of you. I’ve never been here, where ‘here’ is, in my life.”

“No, you have. It was 14 years ago. You were 5. You used to love coming here and playing with us. Your dad worked here as a night guard, and he brought you in for work quite a bit.”

Ken shook his head. “No, you must have the wrong guy. My father died years ago. He never worked here.” He said. It was true. His dad never worked at...whatever this place was. Ken was never taken to his fathers work, so surely they had the wrong guy….right?

“Ken, It’s you. I’m certain. I remember the brownish hair and light skin, those brown eyes. And to further prove it’s you, I know you have a birthmark above your left eyebrow in the shape of a 2 circles.” Freddy said without faltering. Ken staggered. How did he know? Is he telling the truth?

“Holy shit are you stalking me?” Ken asked angrily. Freddy calmly replied “Ken, as I said earlier, you used to come here with your parents.”

Ken groaned, something that was common for him when he was upset or annoyed. “Alright, I answered your question. Can I go home now?” Freddy stopped and thought for a second before replying with “Where do you live?”

“Uh, Um, Around.” Ken gave a vague answer for two separate reasons. One: he didn’t need them knowing where he lived, and two: He didn’t really have a place. He’d been living on the streets for a very long time now. It was embarrassing to say he was homeless. He didn’t want to make people worry or get their pity. Ken was doing fine on his own up to this point, he could take care of himself. “Alright, now where do you actually live?”

“I’m not telling you where I live. That’s weird, Freddy.” Ken gave a snarky reply. “Ken...We’re worried about you. First we found you half freezing, then you hit your head and scared us. We thought you were dead. We’re worried about you Ken.”

Those words seemed to drop his defenses slightly. He hated having people worry about him, but for some reason, it was different with these guys. Maybe it was because their not actually people? According to them, I knew them before. Maybe that’s it? Ken lowered his voice to a whisper. “I don’t really have a place. I live on the streets.” Ken looked away, hoping they didn’t hear it, but he knew they did.

They gasped. “Freddy, we can’t let him go back out there!” Bonnie exclaimed, filled with worry. “Hey, he can stay here!” Chica stated. “Great idea, Chica! Maybe we can also help him remember us.” Freddy said excitedly. “No, guy’s it’s fine. I’m used to-” Out of the corner of Ken’s eye he saw Foxy run towards him. He yelped in fear as he was picked up into an embrace. “Ken, I missed ye so much! We have a lot of catchin’ up to do.” When he finally released him, Ken stood still, shaking.

“Foxy! You scared him half to death!” Chica scolded. “Sorry, I was just so excited.” He looked down. Ken’s breathing returned to normal. He was still shaking, however. “P-please don’t do that anymore.” He asked. Foxy nodded and soon, they all ushered him out of the room and into the party room.

“Alright, who want’s to spend time with him first?”

“Wait, don’t I get a say in this?”  Ken asked.

“No.” They answered in unison.

And so, it ended up being Bonnie who would hang out with Ken first. Why they split it up the times, Ken wasn’t sure. “We’re gonna have so much fun! We’re finally going to get to talk about everything that’s happened over the years! I’m so excited.” Bonnie went on.

He wouldn’t admit it, but Ken was glad that he would be sleeping somewhere warm tonight. He didn’t trust the animatronics, but they seemed to not want to harm him….for now….