The distant sound of water droplets leaking from the ceiling and streaming down in narrow paths through the dump was the only thing that could be heard in the otherwise silent sewer. (Y/n) eventually adapted to the acrid smell of stale water, rotting food, and crushed plastic that permeated through the air. It was freezing, damp, and dark. The last place the little girl wanted to be.

She was trudging through the sewer-like corridor. The ground was slippery, moldy and it stuck to the bottom of her shoes. Her face scrunched up in mortified disgust at the sight of piles of garbage that was scattered everywhere and floated through the still, green water like dead trout.

She pushed through a fence and stepped over trash until she heard a sound. It was the unmistakable sound of something squeakily rolling, and it was coming her way. She saw two pinpricks of light approach her at a rapid pace and she felt a cold chill press up against her spine. Out of the darkness, a bot from nightmares emerged. It had black streaks messily painted on its face and a wide smile full of sharp teeth as its eyes stared blankly ahead.

The girl immediately hid behind a large pile of trash. It silently passed by her hiding place. She watched with fearful eyes as it dutifully observed the area like some patrolling guard. She quickly slid out behind the garbage and made her way to another area, not wanting to get caught by that creepy robot from behind.

She paused in her eager steps as she saw more and more of the weird bots with the crying faces. They pulled themselves around in a pattern they followed meticulously, obsessively. She glued herself to the filthy wall and carefully slipped past them when she had the chance.

But when she was halfway to the grimy metal door at the end of the room, an awful screeching sound met her ears. Loud footsteps stomped on the ground as Chica arrived. The girl felt fear and surprise spike in her. She thought Chica was absolutely immobile after that compactor!?

Chica limped in like a wounded soldier. Her mouth was torn apart to the point (y/n) could see the inside of her jaw, her straight, perfect teeth jutted out of her cheek. She stumbled through the bots as her voice crackled and screeched with every heaving wheeze that seemed to squeeze out of her. There was pink cupcake frosting melding with the stretchy, green goo of Monty's mystery mix on Chica's face.

Chica didn't seem to notice the girl as the animatronic stood blankly in place. One of her arms hung limply to her side and one of her violet optics was crushed and twitching. The girl hesitantly slipped and groped through the thick darkness till she found another door. She slipped as quietly as she could in. Hundreds of bright yet muted colors met her eyes as she stood still in front of the door, blinking in shock.

Paper notes obsessively covered the walls and the floor. Detached, crying bot heads seemed to observe her as their shining lights still glowed. Mangled parts and joints littered the paper-scattered floors of destroyed bots. (Y/n) felt shivers up her spine.

The notes all seemed to be random, and the message they tried to portray was unclear. All of them were scrawled with scribbles, numbers, words, patterns or drawings. Then they seemed to be plastered to the walls, tables, and floors dementedly. It was strange because it looked like all of it was drawn by a kid like her. She admired the art of birthday cakes and smiling kids, but then again, what child lived down here? She couldn't imagine living in a sewer like this below the Pizzaplex.  Whoever occupied this lonely, isolated place was not here for a long, long time. Dust blanketed every surface and permeated itchily in the air.

A sound of something rustling behind her made (y/n) turn around. To her terror, Chica stood motionless behind her. Watching her with blank, violet eyes. The girl didn't even hear the animatronic slip in. The girl froze.

Chica slowly took heavy steps towards (y/n) who backed up nervously. Her eyes flicked desperately for a way out but she couldn't see one through the mess of colors. Her back pressed up against a paper covered wall, she felt fluttering behind her back as sticky notes slipped off and fell to the soles of her shoes. Chica loomed over her like a statue, staring at her with no emotion. A machine. It's just a machine. (Y/n) told herself again and again.

But nothing ever was just a machine here.

Chica knelt down on one knee as she bent down. Black oil dripped from her ripped face and onto scattered, colored paper. The animatronic outstretched her fist. (Y/n) closed her eyes as she felt tears slip through her eyelashes. No, this can't be the end. This was not the ending she promised herself and Gregory. It's just a machine, it's just a machine, it's just a...

Chica's fist gently uncurled. The girl slowly opened her eyes when she realized she wasn't being hurt, torn apart, or crushed. She then stared curiously and nervously at the animatronics' palm. Inside, there was a small candy wrapped in pastel pink and green wrapper. Chica's violet eyes stared expectantly at her, the droning sound in her voice box was a gentle roll that sounded like a purring generator.

(Y/n) blinked in shock and then hesitantly took the candy with watery eyes. She looked at its cute wrapping with Chica's face on it and depictions of cupcakes and confetti. Violet optics observed her before a soft, jointed hand as cold as steel softly brushed bits and pieces of debris off the girl's hair. The girl flinched at the touch, but Chica made no moves of hurting her. The situation felt surreal.

"Uh... tha- thank you..." the girl said hesitantly before unwrapping the wrapper and popping the bright pink candy in her mouth when Chica continued to watch her dutifully. It had a thick and sweet taste of cupcakes and cotton candy, and it practically melted in her mouth. It was bizarre and ominous that Chica was suddenly so docile in such a wrecked state. Despite the fact that it was (y/n) who took the voice box from the animatronic.

Abruptly, a strange droning sound met her ears from outside of the room. Chica perked up at the sound and immediately stood on her feet. The animatronic stared at the door as the sound that was like a hive of bees crackled in the air, sending chills crawling down the girl's spine.

She's heard that sound before, from those strange bots with golden eyes. Symbols of smiling dolls and glamorous, shining eyes flashed through the girl's memories as she remembered that nightmare that she had. At the thought of it, a foreboding feeling crawled up her throat and wrapped around her throat. What could this all mean? Why was Chica suddenly docile now? What was this place in the sewer?

So many questions, so many secrets. But she had no time to answer them as Chica suddenly grabbed her by the hand and quickly pulled her through the strange, silent room. They pushed through dark, black doors and suddenly they were quickly walking up a ramp and through a set of red and blue doors. Before them was a dark, yet familiar room. It was the laundry room that was once full of bots, but now eerily empty.

The ringing sound was further, now. But that awful feeling it set in the girl's heart remained. Why was Chica running away from it? Was it so dangerous it threatened even a giant animatronic such as her?

Chica's gentle hands cupped the girl's cheeks as the robot looked into her eyes with blank violet optics. The violet hues were quite intimidating, but it no longer felt as malicious as it did before since her first encounter with the animatronic.

Even though Chica couldn't speak anymore, her quiet actions made the message clear. It was dangerous. Whatever was out there waiting for them, it was deadly, for the both of them. The droning sound got louder, and Chica immediately pulled away and limped quickly through a set of doors before giving her one last glance with chilling, pastel violet eyes. The metal stomping of her feet quieted as the ringing sound got louder.

The girl was left confused and fearful as to why the robot had decided to leave her alone so suddenly while the danger was so close. The little girl took steps back as she decided where she was going to run away, but the doors immediately slammed open. The ringing immediately stopped, and there stood Vanessa. Sharp, green eyes landed on the baffled little girl.

"Oh my god, you're here," Vanessa let out a small laugh of disbelief as she stared at the girl like she was a ghost. "I've been looking everywhere for you ever since you decided to run away! I told you to stay put!"

Vanessa scolded her and roughly grabbed at the girl's thin wrist. (Y/n) yelped as she was pulled up to Vanessa's face as the woman glared angrily at her like she was some sort of pest. Her pale fingers dug into the girl's arm roughly, and (y/n) flinched at the contact.

"Hey! S-stop, you're hurting me!" The girl tried to pull her arm out from the woman's aggressive hold. She writhed but the woman's steel hold was surprisingly powerful. Vanessa's eyes became more and more wild.

"Stop struggling or else I'll break your arm," Vanessa threatened her with wide, bright green eyes. Her voice was blank and emotionless as her pale face looked like a ghost's. (Y/n) immediately became limp as the previously angry woman before her seemed to suddenly switch personalities like a light. A weird, subdued smile appeared on Vanessa's face as she stared at the girl.

"That's right. Obey me, little girl, and no accidents will happen that we wouldn't want, right?"

The girl shook her head quickly, and Vanessa's strange grin widened. Her long, painted nails dug painfully into the girl's arm, but (y/n) just bit down her whimper of pain.

"I would recommend against doing anything brash, Vanny." Glowing, golden eyes leered at the woman from the darkness. The thick tension in the air only became tighter as Gregory stepped out of the darkness like a wraith. His eyes full of bloodlust.

"Hm... actually, you're the one ruining all of the fun tonight, 0S4G6." Vanessa's voice was a low purr, but she didn't sound like herself. It was like someone was speaking through her. It was like the way Moon speaked sometimes, but darker and more puppet-like. The girl felt a wave of confusion wash over her as the woman called Gregory a strange name full of numbers and letters.

Gregory's glare only darkened more. A feral grin suddenly stretched on his lips. The girl wondered what he found so funny to smile like that. The hope of being saved by him seemed to slip away from her as she saw the strange, manic look in his eyes. He didn't look the same anymore. Who... what is happening?

"Good... I was hoping you would notice my endeavors, are you proud of me? Are you getting nervous?" The boy said as he took a threatening step towards them as he whispered. "Am I finally a threat to you?"

Vanessa stayed silent. Her eyes were blank and unblinking, shining a venomous, green color. She pulled (y/n) closer to her. The girl realized that the woman was shielding her from Gregory. The boy's eyes flickered to the girl and her watery, fearful eyes before glaring at Vanessa like she was the bane of his existence, but it was like he was staring through her and seeing someone else.

"Do I look familiar to you, father?" Gregory taunted with a sadistic grin.

"...You are not him, you're but a cheap clone."

Gregory mocked a pouty face but his eyes gleamed violently as he glared at the stiff woman. "If you hate seeing his face so much, why don't you release your pitiful puppet, get out of your sad pit, and come meet me yourself. I'll even give you a chance to try and rip it off."

"...Always following your master's orders so dutifully, 0S4G6. Despite being such a big disappointment that he left you to die."

Gregory's golden eye twitched. The girl only curled into herself smaller and smaller as a low hissing sound came from the boy's chest. Was he even a boy anymore? (Y/n) felt shivers crawl up her back. Was anyone human anymore?

"...I thank you for bringing such a sweet, little lamb to me. What a nice gift to give your host, how considerate," Vanessa said blankly with a sweet smile on her lips. Her fingers dug into the girl's shoulders, (y/n) flinched at the stinging feeling as she felt the blood drain from her face at what she heard. Vanessa talked about her like she was livestock.

"Excuse me for the harshness, dear host, but she's mine." Gregory took another step forward. His eyes immediately landed on the girl with an obsessive shadow hazing them. It made the girl's arms and legs feel as if they were tangled in a spider's tight web. "...Eventually all of you will be mine. My toys, my servants, my puppets, my dolls, mine, mine, mine." 

A dreamy haze clouded the boy's eyes as he licked his teeth slowly. "...All mine."

The girl's back fearfully pressed further into Vanessa's torso. Goosebumps crawled up her arms and back at the absolutely terrifying look in his eyes as he stared at them like they were fresh pieces of meat. Vanessa was still as she stared into golden eyes full of madness and desperation. This machine was craved for any sort of love, and the girl was his first sacrifice. She was like an innocent maiden put at the stake to burn in golden fire.

Green eyes narrowed at the robot. No, this little girl didn't belong to this creature. He's been waiting for 0S4G6's revenge for a long time now, but why must it be tonight? He was pulled to the victim like a magnet ever since she smiled at him.

Another step. Gregory's smile faded as it was replaced with a deadly glare. His patience was rapidly thinning as the puppet refused to yield to his orders. Will he actually sacrifice Vanny tonight, his main pawn? The boy thought with twisting fingers, itching to grab the woman's pale neck and squeeze, then he'll lean in and sink his teeth into her throat-

(Blood covered the side of his face as he stood stiffly in the dark alleyway over the mutilated bodies. A soft, gentle handkerchief wiped away at the crimson red on his pale, cold face.)

"Let her go," Gregory hissed with a trembling voice. "If you don't, I'll rip your human puppet to shreds. It won't be the first time, and it definitely won't be the last."

(I'll tear all of them apart after what they did to me. Why did he leave me here, why, why, why-)

"This is my last warning:"

(...Can you hear me, 0S4G6?)

"Release her, now."

(Shut up. Be quiet. Stop saying that name, stop saying that name!-)

And Vanny finally let go of the little girl with a thin smile on her face, she backed away slowly into the darkness, her green eyes glowing furiously. The girl let out a shaky breath she didn't even know she held in. Gregory immediately latched onto her stiff, trembling body. His grip was possessive and tight as he watched Vanessa back away, his golden eyes manic and his pupils blown wide. 

After a couple moments of being buried against his pulsating chest. The girl's teary eyes looked up at Gregory with horror in them.

"Gregory?" The girl meekly whispered. Golden eyes trailed to hers, they slowly faded back to normal. Her small, fearful face reflected off of sinister gold.  She gulped as he tilted his head at her, leaning closer with a shadow over his pale face. He didn't blink. He didn't even breath.

"...what are you?"

Gregory's true colors finally have shown.