//------------------------------// // Chapter 17 // Story: Freddy's New Job // by ImmaGenericWriter //------------------------------// “Dad! No! I don’t wanna go to Freddy’s, I don’t wannaaaaa!” a brown silhouetted figure of a bipedal creature said as it tugged against the grip of what appeared to be a larger version of the first figure, except it was pitch black. Zecora could see the larger one face what she assumed was its child. Its outlined lips moved, but no sound came forth that the zebra could hear. Clearly the child had, and he did not like what he heard. “I don’t care! Please don’t make me go! Please!” The larger one tugged hard on the child’s arm, making him cry out in shock and pain. As the child’s scream echoed around the shamaness, the two of them vanished and pieces of furniture began filling the area. Zecora stood there, utterly confused as to what was going on. Moments ago she was being strangled by the unforgiving grip of Springtrap. Before she could ponder anymore on the matter, the chairs around her were filled with the same large black figures like the one she saw before. They all looked exactly the same, except for a few smaller ones, all a different colour. They were all facing towards a stage where more black silhouetted figures stood. They almost looked like Freddy and the other two that accompanied him. Except they appeared to be in better shape than those she had met. At the very front sat a slim red boy, whooping and jumping on his chair as he watched the apparent show. At the same table as him sat a white outlined figure that Zecora nearly missed due to everything else being either black or white. The white one sat there, a forearm extended to rest her head upon, seeming bored by the display. More towards the centre sat two more children gathered at one table. The one was blue, enjoying the show but with less energy than the red one at the front. Next to him was a yellow figure happily munching away on what appeared to be a pizza, not at all concerned with anything else. She saw something brown move at the very edge of her vision. Her head turned towards the point of interest and without commanding her body to move, she began walking towards the door. The area around her warped, the scene changing completely as she was now standing next to the same brown silhouette as before, except there were tears falling freely from where she assumed his eyes would have been. “Are you lost?” She asked in a voice that was not her own. The boy was standing on the other side of a small table, a seemingly infinitely long hallway behind him. “Y-Yes!” The little boy said, hiccupping as he did.  “Come with me, I’ll help you find your parents.” Zecora could feel herself smiling as she spoke, “You can trust me, I’m a policeman.” “Really?” Asked the brown figure, an arm wiping some of the tears away. “Yeah,” She stood up, taking the boy’s hand once she was by his side, “Come on, let’s go find your mommy and daddy.” The scene shifted. She was once again in the same party area as before. Only this time the walls and floor looked…bleaker. One of the animatronics in the front had changed to a brown colour and the white figure in the front was gone. The small red boy seemed to have lost his energy, instead lying on his forearms. The last two were completely unchanged. Zecora blinked, and both the yellow and blue figures were gone, leaving only the red one remaining. She could see the sobs raking his body as he lay silently on the table. The other two animatronics had gained colour now. The walls had holes busted into them and the floor looked very gritty, looking much like an uncared for shack. The world around Zecora shifted again. This time she was looking through a mask very similar to the Freddy Mask she wore in the forest. “We’re almost there.” She said as she looked at the red boy by her side. He didn’t reply as they continued trudging onward. They came across a closed door with the words ‘DO NOT ENTER’ written across it. “Here we are.” “But…it says not to enter?” He asked unsurely, looking between the door and her covered face. “It’s ok; this is a special room where I hang out with my friends! You are my friend, aren’t you?” The red figure nodded vigorously, tightening his grip on her arm. With that they entered the pitch black room, contrasting starkly with the white room they just walked out of. “I can’t see anything.” The little boy echoed Zecora’s thoughts. “Mister Freddy?” There was no answer as the door shut behind them, leaving them in pitch blackness. Zecora smiled so widely that her lips begun hurting from the exertion. One of her arms moved forward, it made contact with something solid. “Mister Freddy? Is that you?” There was no reply as her other arm began moving, slightly lower than where her other hand was rested on. “I’m scared. I wanna go home now.” She felt the boy struggle against her grip before her other hand found its mark. “Mister Fred-“ Zecora snapped back to her own body. She was still staring into the eyes of Springtrap, and he was still choking her to death. One of his hands left its choke hold as it reached upwards. She gargled uselessly in a failed attempt to call out for help. She felt the hand rest on her head and immediately the monstrous animatronic applied pressure, slowly pushing her head one way while pulling her neck another. It was at that moment that the large globe from her unsuccessful trap crashed down on Springtrap’s wounded legs, causing him to open both of his mouths in a pained scream, pulling back enough to stop her from snapping Zecora’s neck completely. She saw her chance. The only fleshy part of Springtrap was exposed as he screamed in agony. Mustering whatever strength she had left, Zecora pushed down on the arm choking her, sending Springtrap rocketing towards her waiting hoof. Her hoof made contact and met about as much resistance as a particularly thick puddle of mud. Springtrap collapsed on top of her, completely unmoving. She did it. She had won. Springtrap was dead. It was then that a slender black arm effortlessly flung the unmoving animatronic from her, letting him crash against one of the walls. Zecora stared directly into the two white pinpricks of light making out the Puppet’s eyes. His mouth was open in a smile as he extended a hand for Zecora to take. Smiling in relief, she accepted the offer and reached out for the offered appendage. And then she was flying through the air, hitting the same wall as Springtrap. She could feel the blood running from her mouth as she made contact with the floor, but somehow that seemed very insignificant. The towering figure advanced tauntingly slow. Zecora tried to stand, but her leg bent in an area that it shouldn’t be able to bend, sending her back to the floor. There was nothing she could do. She couldn’t fight, she couldn’t run, she couldn’t even fill her lungs with enough air to call out for help that she knew wouldn’t come anyway. Her vision was tinted yellow as Golden Freddy faded into existence between her and her imminent killer. “No…No more.” The words echoed from the slumped figure, his lips never moving. Golden Freddy pointed a single finger at the Puppet before Freddy, Chica, Bonnie, the once Mangled pink and white robot, Foxy and Balloon Boy surrounded him. They were all in pristine condition, not a single scratch on them. Zecora could almost swear that they were glowing, bathing the room in a multitude of colours. “Let us rest.” Spoke Freddy. “Enough.” Agreed Bonnie. “Please…no more…” Chica added, almost sobbing. Foxy just hugged the white robot, neither saying anything. Balloon Boy stepped forward. “You got him. It’s over…please…just let it go.” There was a small stretch of silence. The Puppet not moving an inch as his glowing white eyes scanned over those in front of him. His smiling mouth vanished, replaced by an angry looking face, his once white eyes now glowing an evil red. He screamed in rage before extending his arms and rocketing towards her. Zecora saw an intense flash of white light as he met the group of glowing animatronics before darkness overtook her world.