Together for Eternity

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												Together for Eternity


I stood in the darkness, and looked down the hall towards him. The yellow glow of his office was warmer and softer than the translucent  thing behind me, which bobbed up and down through the floors of the pizzeria. It wore the face of the original Freddy, with some differences. The snout was uneven, and the suit’s fabric bulged and undulated across its’ body.

Go ahead, do it. Nobody’s watching.
“But why? He didn’t do anything,” I thought.

Him? You’re defending HIM?

“We have no proof it was him.”

Look at him. The way he sits in the chair, relaxed. How he drinks his coffee.  He’s been here before.

The yellow bear appeared in the floor and rose up in front of me, its hue deepening to a dark, golden color. His head turned inside out  to look down the hall, and then back to face me.

His face even looks like his.
“What if it isn’t him?”
It has to be. You remember how he looked, don’t you. We both do. He took his sweet time with you.
You remember the power drill, don’t you? Everyone does,  But you do remember the sound of the knife, right?  Your rebirth? How you felt it slide down your brain, and how well it took  the blade? He made two vertical cuts. One towards the left, and one to the right. You’re the middle child, aren’t you? Or does that make you my daddy?
“I’ve had enough of you. Go away.”
He stopped. I turned away from the office, and walked down the hallway. My eyes adjusted to the darkness, and I made my way towards the stage. Bonnie, Foxy, and Chica were taken away “for repairs” earlier in the day. I looked up at the vacant stage. It’s just me and my friend, now.

“No, it’s not” said a voice. It was faint and murky, just barely audible. It echoed within my mind. I looked down the hall towards the parts room, and saw two white spheres staring at me from the abyss. Broken, sterling teeth shone in the dark beneath them. The thing’s form quivered and jiggled.

It turned around, and retreated into the shadows. As it moved further towards the corner of the room, I could see the veined backside of it’s eyeballs and the horseshoe curve of it’s teeth, engrained in invisible gums. I lumbered after it, shifting my weight from leg to leg to keep my balance. I could see the two eyeballs move  around in the darkness until they were next to each other, while the teeth moved into the shape of a jawline again, with quick, rippling formations.

“I am here. I will help you,” the thing said.

How?

“I will tell you not to take him. You would make a grave mistake in doing so.”

“My friend seems convinced of his guilt.”

“Your friend is blinded by his own rage. He lashes out indiscriminately,  and he will damn you to the same fate as the rest of your friends if he thinks it will fix things. ”

“The rest of them?”

“This place is a sinking ship.  Taking anybody will put you at risk. And it will put us at risk, too. ”

“If I kill him, we won’t have to suffer anymore. My spirit  will leave this shell.  I will be free.”


“I’m sorry you think that. You remember karma, don’t you?”
“What goes around comes around.”
“Are you willing to damn an innocent man to the same fate as you, on the off chance that he’s the one you’re looking for?”
“I’m already dead, so he’ll just go to heaven. And you two won’t have to bug me anymore. I’ll have peace of mind at last.”

“You have made up your mind.  I will leave you alone. Just remember that we’re in this together. You made me. I’m not going away.”
The darkness and the shining white teeth and eyes dissipated into a purple mist. I was alone again. I looked at the stage, wondering. Where was the man who did this to me?

 He did it with pleasure. He had such passion. I remember watching him do the things he did to me, and how he worked his way down from my brain to my feet with his tools.  The tools that made me what I  am. Unable to die, unable to age. Unable to say anything but what was programmed into me. I would silently watch children come and go, some of them my own classmates. I had heard stories of  men dragged into the darkness, kicking and screaming as they were taken apart, the way I myself had struggled. I couldn’t knowingly condemn another innocent to my fate, and call myself “good”.

Yet, this man was no innocent. His body language was a telltale. He sat there, unafraid and unseeing of the restaurant that many men and women had entered, and never left. He moved with a certain confidence, perhaps a familiarity. The rigidness of his movements, as if it was a routine he had gone through again and again.  Yes. That was it. The killer, returned for some ulterior motive. The wolf in sheep’s clothing, scanning the flock for runts and other easy prey.
I felt something boil within me. A dam had been broken. I stood at the entrance to the hallway once more. It seemed like the man was staring down at his desk, with a bored expression on his face. To my left stood the golden apparition.

There you are. I need your help. WE need your help
“How so?”
I can’t do it myself. I can only watch and talk.  This is our first, isn’t it?
“Yes”
You can do it. Drag him to the kitchen door, and things will be taken care of. That’s what Chica did.
“No suiting?”
No. Not until Chica tells us how it works.

I walked down the hallway, slowly. In broken rhythm I stepped. One foot forward. One second pause. Two footsteps forward. Wait four seconds. Four footsteps.
At last, I stood in front of his desk. He was asleep. Slouched in his desk, carelessly. Ignorantly. He had a slight smirk on his face.

I will not wait, I thought.
I reached over the desk, and twisted his head with a loud pop, as something broke inside of him.
I twisted it a little bit more. His neck contorted. Red began to pop in seams as more and more of his head was wound around. He gurgled.  His arms flailed futilely.  I loved it. That was the sound of power.

Then I moved to his legs. I gripped each one, and twisted. I could hear screaming. I was helpless to stop myself from damning us all, in spite of what I had told myself. I  continued tearing apart the carcass, each step bringing me closer and closer to the horrible truth.

I watched the man’s corpse on the ground. The puppet-thing didn’t come out of the walls, or change the lights, or make his presence clear at all.  I felt bits of myself flake off, and lose composure. I forgot things. I forgot who I was. I would never be the same person I was before, and I didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was that I watched the man’s corpse until the bells rang, waiting to leave. To go home.