Fredrica's ch6 pt5

The only feeling you can register is intense pain as the darkness starts to blur into blinding light. Your legs and arms throb and burn. You attempt to move them, but they’re held fast by some kind of restraint. Your vision begins to adjust and refocus, and you are able to start to make out the shapes of people around you. At least, as far as you can figure, you weren't dead.

Seated directly across from you, is a terrible, loud Hawaiian print shirt. Daddy looks irritated, but when he notices you are conscious again, his gaunt features soften. His arms are behind his back, obviously cuffed. “Hey, you’re awake,” He states, a little lightness in his voice despite the situation.

“The kid’s finally up? That’s good at least,” Another husky voice says. You know who it is in an instant.

“G-gary..?” You manage to ask, “You’re o-okay?”

He leans from the wall, also cuffed, “I’m better off than you, kid.”

You try to shift your body, and the pain shot through your nerves like fire. You don’t remember hitting the ground, but from a fall of that distance, it only made sense that you would be pretty damaged. What was even with that crazed robot…? Robots…

“Where’s Foxy and Carla?” The worry in your tone is obvious.

“No idea now. They were caught too. There’s more than just that Toy Chica. They’ve got a whole crew of them.” Daddy answered.

“Toy Chica…?” You cock your head, which even that is painful to some extent.

The Owner’s eyes look off for a moment, “They were kind of a holy grail for me actually… Super rare models from the late 80’s. Only a couple of stores ever had them, and even then, they were plagued with problems. The tech in them was damn near scifi for their time, with a rudimentary kind of wifi system, as well as facial recognition. They were only in service for 6 months or so. They had issues with their durability and scanning functions. I always dreamed I’d find a complete set of them and add them to the family, but.. It looks like someone was one step ahead of me.”

“But, why are they here? Didn’t Renaldo have no interest in robots?”

Gary answers for you. “That’s what we thought… Really, up until a year ago, that was true, but then when he took Goldie… I don’t know, he said she ‘inspired’ something within him. Now he’s sinking money into robotics research, and workin with some huge corporation from Japan or somethin. He tried to learn everything off of taking poor Goldie apart and putting her back together, but some things still didn’t make sense to him. So the Japanese sent some engineers and he tried to get me to sell you out, Aaron,” He looked sadly at Daddy. “I guess I… Kinda messed up. It took him putting a gun to my face… I should have just..”

The tall man stops him, “I know you would have never done it unless he did something shady like that. It’s okay.” He smiles despite everything, “You’re my best friend after all.”


You look around trying to assess the room for any possible escape routes. Concrete floors and walls, pipes line the tall ceiling, as well as another large vent shaft. That would probably not be the best of ideas considering what you had already been through. The door on the wall is large, thick, and made of metal. You sigh and flop back against the walls of the corner you’re in.

“I just hope everyone’s okay,” Regardless of how it happened, you feel guilty about getting everyone caught. And from what that creep of a scientist said about Bonnie… Your thoughts are suddenly sidetracked by a loud clanging from above. It was in the vents. You wince, hoping it isn’t that yellow monster come back to finish the job.

Whatever is clattering about, it doesn’t sound like it’s moving all that stealthily or coordinated. The three of you watch with curiosity and fear as the vent cover above begins to rattle, a loud static interference filling the room as whatever is lurking behind the grate puts forth more effort to dismantle it. With a crash and squeal of metal on metal, the covering falls to the floor, luckily missing everyone in the room beneath. A few tense moments pass, then something sticks its head out and looks down.

It’s Foxy? No, it’s similar, but not her. The white head of the robot is rather beaten up looking, scuffed and cracked in places. Her long white and pink snout is lined with pointed teeth, and at the end is a faded, but very obvious pair of red kissy lips. One of her gold eyes is missing, but the one that remains is locked on yourself and the other prisoners.

The robot’s jaw opens, hinges squeaking, as her rusted voice box attempts to fire up. The voice that comes out sounds just as rough the shape her head is in. “Aa-aron?” She studders, static making up about half of the sound. “A-aron, the Aaron? R-r-obotics master?”

The man in question nods quickly, probably just excited to see they have another rare robot. “Yes! That’s me! And you, you’re a Toy Foxy! Wow, you’re the rarest of the bunch too. Number one in durability issues and ‘pinches’ on the customers.” His fanboyish love of pizza robots was quite obvious.

Before the Toy responds, she slithers out of the shaft. The condition of her body was worse than anyone could have assumed, nothing more than a tangle of endoskeletal tubes and wires, hands, feet, and… Another, costumeless, endoskeleton head. It was amazing she was functional at all. Expertly, she scurries out of the metal tunnel and perches, hanging upside down off the vent. She hangs down low, the snout of her good head just a foot above the Hawaiian shirted man. “W-well… I’ll b-be…,” she says, getting a closer look. Even in the flurry of white noise, you can detect a little southern twang to her words. “G-goldie used to t-te-tell me all ab-ab-about you before her r-rrre-reprogrammin… S-sa-said you could put j-just about anyth-tht-thin back together…”

“You bet yer sweet lil’ lips he can!” Gary chimes in. You’ve seen him do this before, laying on the charms thicker than his hair grease, no doubt in hopes of her granting you guys freedom. “I’ll tell ya, I’ve seen this man take in some real shabby cases and make them just SHINE.” The robot sways a little side to side, shutting her eyelids closed and drinking up every word.

“T-the boys down here… Tt-they gave up on me… S-said I was good for s-sp-pare parts.... and nothing else..” She looks directly at Aaron with that gold eye. “I-I’d do w-whatever it takes to pay you b-b-ack…”

“I’ll offer you a deal, Miss.” Daddy says, “Help us get out of here and save our friends, and you can come with us. I’ll fix you up better than you ever were, you’ll never fall apart and you can be on stage again. This offer isn’t just for you, but all the other robots around here too. I’m not sure what Renaldo has planned for you all, but it’s no doubt bad business.”

“I-i-I know the p-p-plans… You-you’re right, they’re a-awful… He… He already did it to G-g-goldie, poor sw-weet Goldie…” She suddenly detaches from the vent, her heavy, mangled metal ‘body’ landing on the floor. She pulls herself over in an awkward crawl and starts to work off Daddy’s handcuffs. “T-tt-they, -the others… They don’t know… Your friends are in h-hheaps a trouble…” Her nimble hands make short work of the restraints. Aaron gives a nice stretch, then helps the robot free you and Gary.

She pauses when she comes to you, looking you over. A flash of green blinks from her eye as she, you assume, scans you. “Michael Schmidt…. Your B-b-bonnie has been lo-looking for you… She-lloves you a wh---hole lot…. Y-you’re all s-she talks about…”

You blush, and the broken animatronic does her best to create the warm expression of a smile, “I-i k-know how it is… h-h--hhaving a lo-love…..” Both her heads nod, with determination, “I’ll m-ma-make sure that you’re r-reunited.”

Even with all the pain you’re feeling, her words are encouraging enough to dull them.