It's Me Forever
It’s so dark in here. I can’t feel, I can’t move, I can’t control what I’m doing, yet I’m still here. Every weekend I see them come in, little fillies and colts. They laugh, they cheer, and they scream my name over and over.
But it’s not my name. I was never like this before. I was with them, at this restaurant. Then he came…and he took me and a few others away into the dark. That was it.
Today was no different. Nor would it be at night.
“Hey there, everypony!”
The voice coming from me spoke again. It wasn’t me. It wasn’t my voice speaking. The cheers from numerous fillies and colts seated in front of me filled whatever remained of my ears. I strained to look down, to see them all. Their smiling faces all faced me as they devoured their cake, punch, and pizza.
Gosh…I really missed food.
The false voice of mine spoke again.
“It seems we have a birthday colt today!” I could feel my arm lift up above my eyes, as if I was searching through the crowd. “Now, where is the birthday colt?”
A blushing young colt nervously raised his hoof.
“There’s the birthday colt!” the false voice said, pointing to the colt in the crowd. “I think he deserves a special song on his special day! What do you say, fellas?”
I was forced to turn to my left and right. I could still remember their names. Chica and Bonnie, the two others who were taken to the dark all those years ago. I never knew them. We were all so young back then, just ponies lured by false promises hidden behind false smiles. I wonder if they could see me, not the mask, but the pony behind the mask, if there was even a pony anymore.
Somehow…I see them…but I couldn’t feel them. Not anymore. Not like the day we first met at the restaurant. Not like the day we were brought into the back room. Not like the day we saw…him. The purple monster took us away, our lives, our family, everything.
They turned to me.
“Hit it, Freddy!” Bonnie shouted with joy.
The song started, and the false voice began to sing into the microphone. Even then I couldn’t stop it. My body was wired, my brain was electronic, my heart was metallic, and yet my soul was still equine, still pony, still alive.
They cheered for us, the colt with the birthday blushing even harder. With every word that spewed from the jaw that I couldn’t feel, I could feel my sanity continuing to slip away. I wonder if the others still had feelings, still had any bit of sanity left. If they didn’t I wouldn’t blame them, and it just meant I was my own. If they did…
…I certainly wouldn’t know.
Somehow I found the control as the song continued on and on. My eyes shot forward, and in the distance I could see the parents of these fillies and colts cheering our names. There they stood, smiling and mingling with one another. They had no idea, no idea of the evils this restaurant was capable of…and who was still haunting it.
Protect them! I screamed. Get them out of here!
Nothing. Nothing but horrible lyrics spewing from the jaw of my new body.
It was several more painful minutes until the song ended. Thank Celestia, I could hardly stand it anymore. The cheers from the young ones did little to heal the puncture in my soul, the inescapable tragedy that I was forced to live through.
Somehow, the false voice fell silent. My arms began to lower despite whatever control I had left. In the eyes of the children, I could not move, could not reveal what I was or who was really behind the mask. They wouldn’t see the pony, just the animatronic. There was nothing left of me.
And yet I still stood there, forced to smile and wave.
That’s when she came.
“How are you doing today, party ponies?” the pink mare cheered, hopping up onto the stage right in front of me. Her smile was the greatest, most genuine smile I had ever seen grace the face of any pony. She had the same light pink coat, the same dark pink, puffy mane, and of course the same light blue eyes.
It was her again. Pinkie Pie.
I had no idea how many times she visited this place, but every time she showed up the light of the world followed her. Every frown changed into a smile whenever she walked by, and for once…I didn’t feel the same tragedy haunt my soul. Whenever she was around, who couldn’t feel happy?
The crowd cheered for her, and why wouldn’t they? She always hosted the birthday parties here at this accursed restaurant. She was famous here, almost as famous as me or Chica. If anything, she was part of the family. The sick, twisted family that the purple monster tried to create.
She was so innocent, completely unaware of the tragedy that stood behind her. If I could only reach out, touch her, tell her who I was and what happened all those years ago, maybe then she could help us, maybe then we could be free.
But as I tried again and again, week after week, I could do nothing. I stood as a statue frozen in time, forced to watch as the world constantly changed. It was so long ago since I was alive, since I had first come to the restaurant that haunted me to this day. I was so young…so very young…
I had no idea where he was taking us…
Gosh…
“I think a little birthday colt deserves another song…” Pinkie said in a sing-song voice, grabbing a microphone out of nowhere and turning towards all three of us. She smiled that genuine smile, and pointed her free hoof right at me.
“I’ll follow your lead, Freddy! Let’s rock this birthday party so all of Equestria hears it!”
Pinkie Pie...help.
I brought up the microphone.
This isn’t me.
The jaw that wasn’t mine began to open.
We’re trapped here!
Bonnie lifted up his instrument.
Somepony get me out!
And we sang. We sang all through the night to closing time. At that time the party finally ended, and all the little fillies and colts too full of cake to move rode on their parents’ backs and left the restaurant. We watched from the stage as they left. Every single one of them.
I was forced to wave goodbye to them, my only salvation, my only hope of escape…gone. And once again, it was just another failure to warn them.
Pinkie came up to each of us.
“Good job, guys! You really make birthday parties all the more fun!” she congratulated, smiling up at me with those innocent eyes of hers. My eyes relaxed on her. I could do nothing but stare.
She yawned adorably, looking up at the three of us with tired eyes. “Well, goodnight! I’ll see you all next month for the next party!”
Pinkie jumped up and hugged me. It was right then and there, and she was in my grasp, my embrace, and yet I could still do nothing. All I could muster, all the willpower I had left, all it created was a weak moan. She didn’t hear me. Instead, she hopped right off as if nothing had ever happened.
Pinkie looked me dead in the eye, or whatever eye she was staring at. It wasn’t mine. It wasn’t the eye I was born with.
Her eyes narrowed, and then her smile returned.
“Don’t go walking off now, Freddy! Goodnight!”
She turned around and hopped off the stage. I watched her leave, and strangely, I felt as if the others watched her too. The last I saw of her for that day was her pink tail disappearing behind the closing door, the restaurant lights turning off one by one.
That’s when I realized what day it was. Oh no…
Oh no…
Monday.
It was happening all over again.
The stage fell dark.
_______________
The camera flickered toward me. I waited for the red light to turn off. When it finally did, that’s when I jumped off stage and hid in the darkness, the area the camera could not see. Just like yesterday, just like all the other days, just like all those years ago…
Here we began.
Here we cannot control ourselves.
Here my soul cried out.
Back then when it was just five of us, all forsaken and lost, we followed him. We were young, we couldn’t do anything. Heck, we hardly knew better. But yet we still stood there, admiring the animatronics like fillies and colts at that age. The technology was incredible. It was such a fun day with my parents that I had completely lost track of them, my young mind entranced with the singing animals.
My parents…
My Mom and my Dad…I could still remember them.
Wherever they are today, if they even remember their little colt anymore, I’m sure they’re happy. It was so long since I was gone. So long since I was with them, in my Mom’s embrace. I never forgot them, and I prayed that they never forgot me, either. Their little colt…
Gosh…
I saw them come back to the place they lost me. Once they discovered…that I was murdered…they wept and cried a horrible cry. I wanted to run over and hug her, my mother, tell her that I was still there, still alive. But I couldn’t. I could only watch from the stage.
We were shut down after the murders, and we were scrapped and sent to somewhere I could hardly remember. The pain was unbearable, and for the first time I could actually hear the painful moans from Chica, Bonnie, and Foxy. We were together back then. We could feel each other’s pain, each other’s sorrow, each other’s unending nightmare.
My body moved on its own through the dark halls of the restaurant, the heavy footsteps echoing throughout the void that I could not see. I didn’t like the light to touch me, and my body forcefully stopped whenever there were strands of it littered by the moonlight.
I could see it down the hallway…the security guard’s office.
Not again…
Broken down, beaten, torn apart, we no longer entertained the young fillies and colts that entered that restaurant all those years ago. We were shipped off yet again. The purple monster said it would be for the very best, for all of us. I knew, and somehow I felt we all knew it was just the best for him.
Not us. We had no choice, no voice, and no freedom. All we could do was nod and sing as the purple monster smiled away.
The door was so close. Through the glass window I could see the shivering pony flick through the cameras rapidly; his eyes wide and sweat pouring down his face. No security cameras turned to me. The door was open.
No…
I stepped forward.
I can’t live like this!
I placed my foot inside the entrance.
Look at me! Close the door! Run! Do something!
My hand shot out and gripped the neck of the terrified pony.
I screamed.
Forgive me.
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I'm scared.
5462098 like really scared.
Good story i love it!
I feel like brutally torturing someone mentally now.
I actually expected the soul inside the machine to be Pinkie herself after she succumbed to the mechanical jaws of one of them, making her very soul replace the one previously inside, and making Pinkie live out the rest of her days in a new body to which she has no physical control over, brutally devouring and slaughtering...
This is good enough.
+1 Like
Intriguing concept.
Have my like
"Possessed by the ghosts of dead children" was always my least favourite backstory for FNAF.
Oh my God. I usually hate fics regarding FNaF because most of then suck.
This was not one of them. This was an exception. Well done. I expect great things from you.
5462102 Thanks!
5462190
5462240 YAY!
5462931 Thanks! Means a ton!
5462983
It's me, when that appears, one thing goes through my mind.
"Well I'm screwed"
How is this shit not in the feature box!?
Haunting. Truly haunting. This turned out better than I suspected.
Who was the pony in the freddy suit
5463736 img1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120911011743/theteentitans/images/a/a8/Revved_Up_The_end.jpg
We may never know.
5463916 makes me think its sweetie bell
5463946 It has to be said.
That was very creative. I love the idea that the souls of the dead children don't want to kill, but they ultimately are unable to stop themselves. It creates a horrifying case of And I Must Scream.
5463147 Was it going to be?
5463419 Thanks for the idea! Without your help this story would not be possible!
5464083 Thanks a ton!
5465420 No problem.
5465420 Well, I don't know, but it should be!
5465453 A very good story. Thanks for this one! I shall award it an upvote! Such a nice and dark tale immersed into the soul inside the suit. It's bittersweet and I do feel for the colt inside. Thanks once again.
Ya know, honestly, I didn't think of you as an FNAF fan until the profile pic change. I guess this show my lack of paying attention to the people I follow!
And have a lollipop!
Damnit, Dash!
5468526 Haha thanks! Yeah, I'm a huge fan of Five Nights! In fact, I love it so much I might as well be a Furry!
Well...maybe not a Furry.
Excuse me, but I shall now go off and cry while retaining my dignity.
Aw man... this kind of reminds me of that scene from What I've Become where there's this vision of the monsters fighting and killing innocent people... but you could see the true forms of the creatures shimmering underneath, desperate humans crying out and desperately struggling against the orders to destroy...
S... A... V... E... T... H... E... M...
This was out of this world.... I commend you.
5474299 Thanks a ton!
I think I know where that synopsis came from
THE STORY WAS AMAZING!!!!!!!!
5525386 Thanks!
5525649 No problem.
5469089 But just imagine if the killer for your story was Pinkie? It would actually make a lot of sense, for many reasons...
5573216 Dear Lord...
5575534 This actually what I listen to while I play Battlefield....
Wow... I may just have nightmares!
Dude!
This is fucking amazing! 
It really grasps a creepy feeling that I just love to death. This is definitely deserving of likes and favorites. 
5703209 Thanks! And keep looking for a sequel to this story, it's coming soon...
5703222 A sequel?
Yes!!! 
I can't wait to read it! 
And it's nice to see a fellow fan of FNaF here. 
5703237 Here's the sequel if you're interested: My Name Is Springtrap
5705692 Oh my God yes!!!!! I'm reading it now!
I was wondering when somebody would side with Them instead... Wonderful job as always, Primus.
I'm in a nightmare, and everywhere I look
There's always something there
It knows I'm terrified, that I'm petrified,
And it just laughs without care
One look into its eyes
And I feel ice freezing my soul
And the dread that wants me dead
Starts to swallow me up whole
With mere moments of life remaining
I turn to the monstrosity
I ask 'what the hell are you?"
It replies, "It'S mE"
5708943 Da chills!
5706836 Thanks a ton!
5709546 Not a problem.
Hello. My name is Charles Spratt (obviously enough), and I'm a reviewer. A little while ago, I did a review on this story, pointing out what I thought was done well, and what I thought could've used some improvement. If you want to check it out, click here. (Warning, it's kind of long.)
Hope you find it helpful!
Cheers
So... much..... SADDNESS!!
5772425
Would it be too much to ask for a review of the sequel? I would like to know how I did next to its predecessor, but that's entirely up to you.
6049255 I'll give it a look. If it makes enough of an impression on me, then sure, I'll make a review on it.
HOWEVER,
Keep in mind that it might take a while. I mean, the It's Me Forever review took two weeks to make, and that was during a time where I had little else going on. Given that I'm currently really busy... It would no doubt take even longer. Still, if you don't mind a wait, then I would be happy to give it a look. Cheers
6049550
I can wait as long as you need to take.
Cheers
And I read this on my birthday.