Request: Stench

I remember things, sometimes. We all remember things of course, but we can never remember the important things.

“I remember feeling something burst inside of me, for instance. Parts in And I also remember a smell, rising out of me. It was buttery, and nice. I remember saying ‘The popcorn’s in here!’ and guiding a child into the backroom,” I said.

“And  I remember dancing in front of a man,” Ballora said. “I remember it well. I would shake myself back and forth, like a puppet on strings.”

“This was in June, wasn’t it...”  Baby muttered. “ I remember standing on stage and watching the children go by, and living their lives.”

“But you don’t remember what happened after?” I asked.

“I do!” Freddy yelled. “I remember telling jokes with Bonnie for the birthday boys!”

“Not so loud, Fred”, Bonnie whispered. “Indoor voice, remember?”

“Yes, Bon”, Freddy groaned.

“You were joking while we did… Something.” Ballora said. “What was it?”, she asked.

“ I don’t know,” Baby says. “It’s like a gap. Like going to sleep, and waking up in the morning.”

“How would you know what sleeping’s like?” asked Bonnie.

A few seconds passed before Baby answered. “I’m not sure. Just a comparison, I guess,” she said. She looked at the ceiling, and along with her I noticed that the cameras were inactive. They weren’t blinking or panning across the room.

“How do we kill them?”, she asked.

“What?” Freddy asked.

“Why would we want to kill them?” Ballora  asked.

“They’re the ones taking us down here every weekend and shocking us for kicks,” Baby said.


“But they’re paid to do it,” Ballora said. “They don’t have much of a choice, do they?”

“They work for him,” I scoffed. “They already took Bobby. What else will they do?

“Bobby deserved it,” Bonnie said. “Such a naughty boy.

“Yeah,” Freddy said. “He’s in the Great Clown Circus in the sky now. Let’s keep him that way, huh?”

“But why?,” I asked.

“He killed a girl,” said Baby. “I remember him taking her somewhere, during a party... And there was a lot of blood.”

“Do you have proof?” Ballora asked.

“Just my own memories. I remember the blood, and I remember that Mister Afton shut our place down because of it.”

“That would explain why we were sent here,” Bonnie said. “But I wish I knew what we were forgetting…”

“What you need to know”, said Baby, “Is that we’re nothing but property, and that we need to act if we don’t want to be liquidated.

“How, though?’ I asked.

“We sneak out inside one of the guards’ skins,” Baby said.

All of us laughed at the inanity of the idea, until we realized her sincerity.

“Where do we start?”, Bonnie asked