Pan (∞)

I woke up inside of the kitchen. I could tell because the oven lights were the first things I picked up on when I woke up.

Mechanical detritus and limbs littered the other tables, and some were on the floor. Often accompanied by a crusted, maroon substance. Very few were complete, except for the golden suit, slumped against a wall and it's back hunched over. Dead to the world. Three mutilated bodies stared at the walls. No, not bodies-robots. The monstrosities mounted on the wall. Judging from the colors, anyhow. They, like their disembodied counterparts, were embedded in the walls. I was just seeing the rest of them. The heads melded with it, and the arms were clustered in an odd fashion, like a demented triangle.

Mind you, this is only what I saw on the table. I couldn't move any part of my body, because I had two brown hands underneath my jaw, and a purple rabbit pinning me down for sit ups with it's hands.

I was really focused on the ceiling. A white mask was embedded in the ceiling above me, and splattered in a close radius around it was a similar black. It was the kind of mask no self-respecting actor would wear- it was disturbing, and not at all something that would show up well on stage. It was completely white and generic enough to be chopped up for a Phantom; it had impressions of cheeks but the paint must have faded away.

I felt pressure building up by my jaw. Guess old Fazbear really wanted a go at me. And then the mask dropped down. It hung from a black stream of the same substance inside the microphone, and I now realized that it wasn't a mask.

It was a face.

It looked down at me, and blinked. It turned up, to look Freddy in the eyes. They had a brief moment of mutual eye contact, and the mask then turned away towards the Golden Freddy suit.

A child's giggle emerged from the thing's lips, and it drew back into the ceiling.

Freddy and Bonnie let go of my parts, and stood staring at Golden Freddy.

He tried to push himself up with his hands, and couldn't.

Goldie instead raised his hands to his head, and used a notch in the hand's designs to hook it under his ears.

He turned his head to the left, and pulled. I heard a wet cracking sound as a spinal cord exposed itself from the sudden removal of the head. Blood and gore streamed down from inside the helmet, and splattered onto my operating table from the momentum. None of it thankfully got on me.

His arms above his head, I heard a wet, sucking noise as they caved outward, the elbows stabbing inward. Bone, stained red, fell out from the gaps in the suit.

The arms gave out, and the helmet swung to the ground. A loud bursting noise echoed through out the kitchen, as I heard something roll across the floor.

The blue figure in the wall tugged and tugged, until it fell out as the mask descended once more and it fell out onto the floor. It slid in the patches of blood from the momentum, until it bumped the wall. Bonnie laughed the same giggle the mask relished in. I turned my head towards my left which was wear the figure had slid.

It's face was completely sheared off. Only a strand of the "cranium" remained, pathetically hanging on to the lower part of the head, below the teeth. Like a watermelon that has some green, keeping it from being a perfect landscape of red in a bowl. A shadow of it's former self, only a ghost.

The wrist on the remaining right arm was only robotic, and was without the shell of a suit.

It stood itself up, and clutched in it's arm was the severed head of Phil. It was a diseased, greyish tone, and it's lower jaw and eyes were obliterated, but it was still recognizable as my neighbor. Two tubes were plugged inside of it's sockets, pumping a transcluscent red mixture toward it's brain, going all the way around to plug itself into the frontal lobe. Bits of metal poked out from the sides of his head, like the horns of Satan.

The blue robot placed the head on the table on my right. A stream of black, from the ceiling, flooded the golden suit, and withdrew Phil's elbow, with it's hand connected to it. Clutched in the dead man's fingers was a tazer.


It extended over to the head, and lingered half a foot away. A buzzing sound emitted from the mask. The tazer lit up, and the fluids pumped faster and faster in the head. Phil's voice came from the ceiling. "Don't make me do th-", he said in obvious distress. He screamed.

Golden Freddy stood up, headless. Inside it's stomach was a puppeteer, a gut bulging with black viscosity. It was visible, even through the fabric. It lurched over to the table, and picked the head up while turning away.

It  dropped the head onto the floor, backed up, and then dropped on top of it.

I shut my eyes as a climax of bone, brain, and an unverifiable red fluid splattered across the floor.

Freddy took the helmet, now emptied of it's passenger, and slid it over my head. Blood was still soaking into the helmet. Bonnie and the chicken were walking towards me now, carrying golden parts as they disassembled the body, one by one.

And then, 6 AM.

Church bells rang through the pizzeria, even into here.

The mask descended down onto me, it's mouth opening wide.

Blackness.

						EPILOGUE


I jolted into consciousness in the middle of the Party Room. Sunlight blared into my eyes, from what I found to be the front entrance.

As I tried to find myself in my new environment, I felt something on top of my head.

A party cone.

Tearing it off, I stood up. Nobody was around. Nobody was in the pizzeria.

Nobody was home.

I checked my watch.

6:00 AM.

I chuckled softly.

As I opened the sliding glass door and looked "outside" , the chuckle erupted into hysterical laughter.