And the Silver Spoon (CITC 2)

Two fuzzy thumbs tore away at Dana’s cheeks, the sudden blast of pain stifling her moans. Her feet were clenched together by two firm, painful grips that scooped her off the ground. Her jaw began to separate from the amount of force the yellow robot was applying and the revolution of her cheeks around the robots thumb. Dana’s upper jaw was forced further apart, as she was lifted above the assailants’ shoulders. The thumbs exited her mouth, although she would not have realized due to the intense pain she was in.

 She could no longer see the old man anymore,  which was to be expected as she was staring at the ceiling. She could only see the darkness surround her body, which was lifted above a grotesque rabbit, which looked like a Pug with a stretched out snout. Her feet were placed between the robot’s ears, and as she looked down, it made eye contact with her and “winked”- at least, as close to a wink as a mechanical monstrosity could manage.

With each staggered, lumbering step the animatronic abominations took, the shadows undulated, sending Dana’s stomach reeling. Her observant eyes spotted  a light in the ceiling, and focused attention on it.

A lone  bulb swung from the ceiling  casting a moon-like glow in the darkness. Dana’s tear-stung eyes tried to focus on it; at which point her heart rate jumped up a hundred beats. She felt as if her heart was going to fall out of her chest. A wave of nausea grabbed her abdomen, and she shut her eyes, tight.

When she opened them five seconds later, she was met with the same sight of the light-bulb swinging in the darkness, the same distance away from her when she closed them. She stared past it into the darkness, struggling for an answer to this light’s sheer impossibility. The longer Dana looked into the eternal abyss which was the “ceiling”, pulsating violently. In the corner of her eye, she saw the light-bulb descend down towards her, shaking erratically to and fro. Bile rose up from her throat and she shut her eyes once more.

Shutting out the world around her, the acuity of her hearing increased. Dana heard a voice murmuring, although unintelligibly.  The voice stopped, and was followed by a mechanical click, and the rolling of film.

Music began to play.

The singer had a young man’s voice, pleasant and with a lyrical lilt to it. Some old 50’s song.

“Dream,” it moaned. “Dream, dream, dream…”


Like a broken record, the song repeated the words as her stomach gurgled. The robots continued walking, carrying Dana over their shoulders like a pallbearer. As blood began to fill her gouged mouth, Dana could only wish that she was dead. The congestion inside Dana’s throat was beginning to worsen, and she began to choke. Despite her writhing, the animatronics did not loosen their grips or cease in their unrelenting pace towards the kitchen.

She had been carried for a good minute now, the song moving onto it’s second or third verse. Despite the distance Dana had travelled, she was nowhere near the destination.  She could still hear the song playing from somewhere in the halls. Bonnie and Chica stopped briefly, and stared into the darkness before continuing their incessant trodding.


Dazed by the pain, Dana did not recognize that the song had ended at this point, and made no acknowledgement of the swinging light-bulb’s return. The animatronics stopped after another few minutes of walking, and stood below the bulb as it lowered on a thick, black rope, dripping viscous substances in the process.

The bulb, burning brilliantly with a rheumy texture, detached itself from the ceiling when it was close enough. Before it hit the ground, a black substance oozed out from between the cracks in the tile flooring, and provided a cushion for the yellow moon-man’s mask. This mattress of foreign origin quickly dispersed and reassembled into a humanoid form.  The Interloper  extended upwards.

It was an imposing thing; a few feet taller than Bonnie or Chica, yet it did not have to stoop. There was an infinite amount of space for it’s height, the pitch-black ceiling apparently extending further up than it had originally. It’s red cheeks had faded a long time ago, the purple slashes from each eye socket in the mask serving as funnels for the black fluid composing its body with which it streamed down in sharp contrast to the pallid coloring of the mask.  The eye sockets were completely empty, and devoid of any light or color.

Everything else was a solid black, mingled with splotches of maroon which changed pattern. It’s figure changed like a fast-moving river.  It’s legs, which were spindly and what should be unstable foundation for what resembled a torso, were rooted to the ground with large tree-trunk hooves which were constantly reforming to suit the puppet’s preferences.

It’s arms were long, and at the end of each arm were four digits. Between their “shoulders”, which was a tenuous connection at best, was a thin cylindrical pole which was spotted by three compound eyeballs in the middle of it. They blinked and whirled in unison.  Each eyeball held four additional eyes in the same pattern. They looked like buttons from a distance.

The Interloper stared at Bonnie for a brief second, and turned away. Bonnie and Chica walked forward into the darkness.

A large double-door was opened; light pouring in from outside. The thin entity was nowhere to be seen, as Chica and Bonnie carried Dana inside.

Freddy and an elderly man in a baseball cap stood near the back end of the room, next to a blue robot slumped on the floor. The shell protecting its endoskeletal face was gone; a clean cut seemingly being the cause of it.  In it’s only arm, it was cradling a black top hat like Freddy’s, but with a red band around the top, moving it against the torso back and forth. It’s rabbit ears twitched back and forth, as the remaining lower jaw rattled with a surprising intensity. It made no indication that it was aware of what was happening outside of it’s little bubble.

Bonnie and Chica lowered Dana onto a bloody  table.  Dana made no attempt to escape the table, nor even any acknowledgement that she was going to die, until her head turned to face the helmet lying next to her head. A pair of eyeballs and a tongue were hanging out of a Chica mask, each organ clasped between  tightly woven tubing. The eyeballs turned to face her, and she heard a low, smothered moan followed by a wheeze from within.  Dana tried not to shed a tear.


Looking further back, she could see a figure slumped against a poster of what looked like a Golden Freddy. The being was surrounded by a robotic cage, with jagged points stabbing into it’s flesh- or whatever was left of it. It looked like a skeleton, with bones poking out of it’s aged and cracked skin.


Much of the ceiling was coated in red and black, with robot and human parts littering the room. Out of the black emerged the now-familiar mask which had loomed over Dana twice now. It extended towards Dana, and hovered a few inches above her face. It’s attention was broken by the only other human in the room.

“Will you do it?” a  rugged, impatient voice asked. “To me?”

The mask swerved to face him, and turned towards the two slumped figures.

The blue, broken robot on the floor and the skeleton stood up, the hat clutched in the robot’s hand like a religious text . They advanced toward the man, and lifted him up. Freddy stepped forward towards the two, at which point the Interloper turned to face him.

Freddy stepped back.

The man did not struggle as he was placed onto a clean table. He was positioned so that he was sitting on the table, his legs hanging over the side.

The mask turned towards Chica, who walked out of the kitchen and into the darkness. She returned as sudden as she left, and the doors closed behind her. Clasped in her hand was a plushie, of Freddy, with a costume of Foxy dragging on the floor behind her in the other.
“What is that?” the man asked to nobody in particular.
Freddy turned his head towards the Puppet, and was met by another silent staring. A surge of black propelled off the wall, and entered his suit. Freddy stood, frozen like a statue with his eyes shut.

“Wh-what did you do to my son?” the man shouted.  Chica and Bonnie advanced towards him, while Freddy opened his eyes, which were black globes with tiny pinpricks of white in the middle. He advanced towards the man, and with one quick motion bit into his frontal lobe. Bonnie and Chica dove down to bite his limbs, which were bucking frantically like a wounded bull.

Freddy persisted, biting the head further to the point that half of his skull was gone. Freddy left a trail of black saliva, wriggling around inside the wound until it crawled inside the exposed brain. Dana listened to the butchering with subdued gasps. She did not dare leave the table.
The trio turned, and faced the darkness. They were drenched in blood down to their ties and bibs, which were stained a dark red. Freddy’s jaw was dotted in bits of blue cotton and bone. The former corpse was merely a cadaver, with a leg and a chest left on the table. Regardless of the injuries sustained, the chest continued to respirate and the leg continued to kick. A black tube poking through the remaining part of the mouth into the air and the frantically wriggling eyeball confirmed the man’s awareness in spite of what should have killed him.

Chica grabbed the torso by the leg, making no notice of it’s squeaking rasps and gushing limbs. Bonnie followed, with the Freddy plush in hand. The odd duo walked into the shadows in one end of the room, and faded out of visibility.

Freddy’s eyes returned to their normal coloring the instant the Puppet’s mask returned to the wall.  He looked around the kitchen, and looked where the man was leaning against the wall beforehand. He shrieked with an ear-piercing scream and bounded at the closest thing he could hurt- Dana.

Black liquid shot out of the wall again, and Freddy fell to the ground; shut down and out of order.

The Interloper stretched out of the wall, and formed to a humanoid shape again. It loomed over Dana, and wormed it’s fingers inside the holes in her face.  It put them down her throat, and then reached her chest. Dana lost conscious instantly.

When she woke again, Bonnie and Chica were lowering her into a suit. Foxy. His

She tried to fight this time, only to realize she couldn’t.

She could see the outside of the suit- there was a hole in the fabric.  Foxy’s head laid on the Cove stage, clicking it’s teeth repeatedly. She tried to move, but the pain was just oh-so much and she didn’t feel like fighting it because it was overbearing and-

Something dropped her into the suit.

She was looking above her hands. Centered around the pole were her own body parts. Her hand curled up into a fist, her heart beat with a moist sound next to her ear, and she saw part of her feet staring back at her. Black tubes populated the pieces of her, and undulated and pulsated like the ceiling before. Her eyes moved up to see something drop into the suit.

An eyeless head.



She stared into her own crevices, a parody of a jack-o-lantern twisted beyond recognition for a long time until she heard a voice in the darkness.

“Hello? Hello? If you can hear me, I have a job for you…”