Fredrica's ch5 pt7

The man nods. “It’s probably best if you get dressed, we’ve, uh, got a lot to talk about.” His voice has a slight mid-western accent to it. It sounds very collected and calm though, even regardless of the tension in the air. The guy sounds like he’d be able to speak clearly and casually, even with death beating down his door.

Only one thing is on your mind. “Did you find Bonnie?” You ask. You prayed she had just gotten stage fright, but you were fearing for the worst. Their reactions aren’t very reassuring as they stay quiet for a moment before speaking.

“Michael,” Mama says, her voice sounding on the verge of tears.

Daddy interrupts her. “Mike, just get changed and come to Mama’s room. We’ll tell you everything there.” He leads her out, and you see her sob into her paw before disappearing into the darkness. If you had any more contents in your stomach, you’d have probably gone for another round with the porcelain bowl from sheer nerves alone.

You dress quickly. Whatever had happened was bad news. As you yank your pants on, you hear that smooth, deep voice over the speakers.

“Due to technical difficulties, Fredrica’s will be closing early tonight. Please take a free pizza voucher on the way out as an apology for this turn of events.”

You leave the dressing room to quickly take a peak into the house as you button up your shirt.

You see everyone shuffling out, grumbling. Near the lobby doors is Chica with a basket of coupons, handing them out to each of the patrons. A drunk fellow grabs one of her ample chicken breasts, and she decks him. Foxy quickly comes out of one of the employees only doors, the access to the lighting and sound booth to be specific, and hoists the man off the floor and out to the sidewalk, where she drops him with meaty thud.

It hits you suddenly that you don’t see any sign of Gary.

You get your shoes back on and quickly make it to Mama’s room. Luckily, you found your flashlight on one of the vanities in the dressing room, making your trip to her den a little easier. You pause for a moment. The door labeled ‘PRIVATE’, the one Gary had been so quick to lock before you could get a peek in a few nights prior, was now wide open. Deep scuffs that looked fresh were on the floor, and continued from the mysterious room, to the nearest exit to the alley way. You’re far too concerned about what the hell’s going on to snoop any further. Your legs glide you to Mama’s room.

Cautiously, you come into the light. Daddy and Mama are sitting, waiting for you, as well as the two cupcake sisters, Carla and Carol. You gasp a little. In the dark you hadn’t noticed, but Mama is not looking good. Deep gashes are visible in her fur, giving views of her metal endoskeleton beneath on her arms and shoulders. One of her ears appears to have been ripped off. she was wrapped in a dressing gown, looking severely shaken.

“Please, take a seat,” Daddy says, gesturing with one hand toward a chair. His other arm is preoccupied, wrapped around Fredrica’s waist comfortingly. He adjusts his rectangular glasses and sets his eyes on you. “...T-there’s some things we didn’t tell you when you signed up…”