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51 : Web

Freddy flexed his new claws with cautious eyes. They were sharper than his previous ones, almost grotesquely so. There was a sour feeling in his chest, a sour and suspicious feeling it was. There was a fact that he didn't want to admit, and that was the fact that he knew where these claws came from. Though he never liked Monty, he never wished death upon the gator, despite all the things that Monty did, he just wanted Monty to admit he was wrong for killing Bonnie.

He slowly looked up from the palm of his large, robotic hand, a nervous look in his bright yellow eyes. He felt his fingers twitch, his own hands felt strange and foreign to him. An emotion buried deep within the hardware of his chest, it was something akin to a million of fire ants burrowing inside. There was a slight hysteric tremble to his unnaturally deep and scratchy voice, "this feels strange..."

Gregory wiped the oil off of his small hands with a look of disinterest, before his eyes flicked to Freddy's. Though the bear was simply an animatronic, he felt a cold shiver up his spine as soon as those golden optics landed on him, pinning him in place like a butterfly. Gregory shot him a strange, little smile, well, it was more of a quirk of the lip, "...you are almost done. Just one more piece, and the puzzle is complete."

It was an ominous thing to be said, the animatronic chose to ignore it. Freddy looked towards the girl from his place on the operating table, his gaze lingered on her for a moment. She was quietly sitting on a rusty metal chair in the far corner, there was a look of distinct shame to her, she seemed to be avoiding eye contact with him. He didn't blame her, whatever she did, he was sure she was put in the spot to do it. He was sure she was under so much pressure, and he knew how that felt very well.

Gregory noticed the heavy silence quite quickly. He turned foot, and made his way across the dark and grimy room that was Parts and Service right to the  maintenance elevator. With his arms crossed, his eyes traveled between them, he was contemplating something. The girl stood up to follow him out, but he simply lifted his hand to stop her in place.

"I have to leave to conclude the next steps of the plan," he announced carefully, his eyes flitting from her to Freddy. "I'll leave you two to talk about what clearly needs to be said without my presence, so it seems."

He smiled at them, it was a patient smile. Freddy instantly knew something was wrong but he said nothing of the matter. When the Breach finally turned and left, tensions stayed the same. Even when I'm gone, I'm still here, Freddy didn't need the reminder, that smile said enough of what was left unsaid. The girl finally looked at Freddy, there was a hidden mistrust in her eyes. It hurt him, but he understood, he couldn't blame her, there were not many people to trust in a place like this. He was sure he couldn't even trust himself.

"He can see and speak through you?" She said after a moment of silence. "That's why your eyes are yellow like his. You've been like his...his..."

"Puppet," Freddy finished for her with a quiet voice.

"Yes," she said hesitantly, like it would offend him. "This entire time..."

She averted her eyes, there was a tired edge to her voice."Freddy, when can we be free? When can we leave?"

"(Y/n)," Freddy beckoned her closer after her moment of lost despair. She slowly came to the operation table where he lay, and when she was right next to him, he lifted his shaking claws and gently caressed her cheek.  The bear stared into her eyes carefully, his yellow optics were soft and as warm as they could get. "Tonight you will be free, tonight we will all be free from the vices that hold us so tightly."

The bear then said as he picked through his words, "I cannot say much, because I know he's listening, but I have a plan, (y/n), I have a plan."

The bear said quietly, he felt a tick in his circuitry and he knew the Breach was there, wrapped around his mind, it listened to every word he said, and it watched everything he did. Freddy from beneath his plastic maw, he grit his teeth tightly. But he gently squeezed her cheek despite his anger, and her hand eventually held onto his. "Just play along with his game for now, I know it's not what you want to hear, but it's the best advice I could give you."

She shut her eyes with trembling lips, "I don't know how much longer it'll take before he does something awful, and I try to push myself away but he... he says things and I don't know what's true!"

"You're a strong girl, (y/n), I know you will be able to escape," he then said with a slight melancholy in his voice. "I'm sure your parents miss you dearly, I'm sure they are on their way right now to get their sweet girl back."

Freddy knew that if he were to keep her here like his subconscious was telling him to, he would be no better than the envious monsters that inhabited these walls. It physically hurts to ignore the screaming temptation of trapping her. It felt like he was being split apart into different pieces, but he had to keep himself together for her. He had to.

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"The physical blueprints for this type of machine were very valuable, it was created by a man who had a mind that could rival Einstein's," Amber said before taking another turn on the highway. The sun had not yet risen yet, and there only was a thin strip of light in the far horizon. "These blueprints were some of the few he made before his claimed disappearance, but many believe he is long dead."

"Why didn't the company make copies of the blueprints then, if it was so valuable?" Asked the father with confusion laced in his voice.

Amber shook his head with a strained smile, "they overestimated how well they could keep it hidden. They never believed it could be stolen in the first place, so they never felt the need to duplicate it."

"But your father was part of a much higher position than your average person, so he somehow managed to steal them," the mother said with revelation.

Amber nodded in affirmation, "yes, and they weren't able to figure out it was him until a long while later, and that was the night he was murdered."

"Why were those blueprints so important to kill a man over them? What was this machine's purpose?"

"This machine isn't your ordinary microwave or self-piloting vacuum cleaner," Amber laughed a brusque laugh, there was an edge to his voice, an edge of remembrance and fear. "Project Security Breach was supposed to be humanity's doom."

The parents glanced at each other before looking back towards him with questioning and suspicious eyes.

"The reason they call it the Security Breach is because it corrupts and consumes all systems it finds, nothing is safe from it, nothing is secure from its reach," Amber said in a hollow tone. "The chips are already in mass production, so the only thing they needed was the Security Breach to be mass produced too."

"What chips?" Said the mother with a growing concern.

"Mind control frequency chips, the Breach can use these chips to control minds, because the mind is a system too," said Amber as he recalled what his father had said. "But my father stole the blueprints before they could even get started on the project."

"And what did he do with them?"

Amber scoffed with a bitter smile, "my father was an idiot, instead of showing the obvious mass mind-control project that Fazbear Entertainment was planning for years, he decided to safeguard the blueprints instead... and he built the machine."

"Your father decided to build the Security Breach? The mind control machine?" Said the parents in unison with shocked faces.

"Yes... and he quickly became obsessed with finishing it," Amber said with a dry voice. "I feel like he loved that machine more than his own son, no, more than anything. He spent all of his time working on it rather than spending it with his child, he spent all of his time on it and ignored the grief he felt after my mothers death."

The parents stared at him with pity, but he didn't need it as he long since reconciled with those things like they were simply old stories from a book. Amber shook his head with a wry smile as he recalled strange and fuzzy memories of black and starless nights and soulless, hungry eyes, "I knew of some of the strange things that Fazbear Entertainment did since I was very young, but this project had to be the most ambitious one up to date."

The parents glanced at each other again, but they didn't question the strange expression on his face. Amber simply took another turn, and he gazed upon the billboard advertising the Pizzaplex with heavy eyes, he hadn't seen that sign for many years. The parents stared at the shadowy silhouettes of the animatronics with a primal dread, though they were unaware of the beastly creatures their daughter had been preyed on, it was like they felt deep inside them what she was feeling, the fear, despair, hopelessness, and confusion.

"Where is the machine now?"

Amber looked back towards the road and stared at the yellow lines running through it absently. "It's been missing since my fathers death. Trust me, I searched high and low for the thing, but I never found it."

Tension rose in the care as everyone oozed paranoia and fear. If that machine really was loose and alive, where was it now? If it's capable of complete and total control, why hasn't it struck yet?

"I just hope the thing was scrapped and destroyed," said Amber. "It was never fully completed, perhaps it never made it that far because of that fact, it lacked its most essential necessity."

"And what was that?"

"There's this theory that in our bodies there is this mysterious thing that is called remnant. It's a lot like the concept of someone having a soul," Amber explained. "When we die, we leave traces of remnant on the earth. Remnant holds our memories and emotions, whether good or bad, some people have more powerful remnant than others. If it's powerful enough, it can influence the area or objects that it leaked into."

Amber's sharp eyes observed the road as he recalled all of his father's teachings, who taught himself from that madman's cursed blueprints. "It can do amazing things, it is a powerful, dangerous, and unpredictable thing. So much so that the madman who made those blueprints even believed it was the key to immortality. But he made that machine, and it can somehow wield it to its advantage."

He clenched the steering wheel suddenly, and with a sharp voice, he calmly said, "the ones who hold the most remnant are children, when we grow older, we lose most of our remnant. My father warned me that for the Security Breach to reach its full potential, it needed to be infused with an abundant amount of remnant."

Amber remembered golden eyes staring him down, he felt a shiver down his spine. "The reason why he warned me was because I was a child, and one child was all that machine needed to be its most powerful. That damned machine was in the basement of my house, just a few stairs away from my bed."

"But your father was surely smart enough to keep it off then, right?" Said the man with furrowed eyebrows. "If it was a threat to you, he would make sure it wouldn't activate."

"My father claimed it was always shut off, but deep inside he knew that machine was always aware of its surroundings, carefully waiting," said Amber with an even tone. "I only ever saw it once, I went to the basement only to find it covered in a white sheet..."

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"Dad?" Called out the boy as he slowly made his way down the wooden steps of the grimy basement that was recently made into his father's own lab. There was no reply, the air was stuffy down here. It was late evening, perhaps his dad went outside to do some yard work.

Despite his father's obvious lack of reply, the boy remained curious. The man always kept him out of the basement for some unknown reason, and the boy had only ever been there a handful of times, but he was never allowed to explore. He finally made it to the last step, despite him questioning the strange chill that traveled down his spine, he managed to push himself to travel further inside.

He saw a singular door and decided to open it, he then entered a strange and enclosed room that was dark and dreary. He only saw a singular operating table in the center, the figure lying on it was covered by concealing white cloth. The boy hesitantly approached the deathly still form covered by the sheets. He saw a singular hand stick out from beneath, but it wasn't a human hand, it was made of a dark, black metal that shone menacingly beneath the light. He saw long, claw-like fingers at the end of the robotic hand. In a dreamlike trance, he slowly reached out to grab its hand.

He hesitated for a few moments, trying to see if the metallic creature would move. Then he finally placed his palm against its one. The hand was bigger than his, but not by much, it was cold like he was touching the hand of an ice statue. He clenched the claws with gentle nervousness, it didn't move. He sighed before he pulled his hand away, only to find that he couldn't. He looked down with wide eyes when he felt a twitch of its fingers and then it suddenly clenched down on his hand with a strangely lax but terrific force, metallic claws dug into his skin, threatening to break it. Amber opened his mouth to cry out but then he heard the door slam open with abrupt urgency.

"Amber, what are you doing?!" His father said in a shrill and worried voice as he barged inside. The machine suddenly let him go and Amber stumbled away from the operating table with legs that felt like jelly. Amber let out a terrified cry as he pointed accusingly towards the limp and still machine with wide and watery eyes.

"It grabbed me!" He cried out, cradling his hand that was squeezed so roughly it had red marks on it. His father stared at him with a half look of apprehension and suspicion, that machine wasn't even powered on, and it never moved once since the day he first started building it. Soon, the marks were fading, and so did the bold assumption that the machine moved at all. Doubt crept in when the boy cautiously watched it, but it was as still as a petrified statue. His father sighed dismissively, the boy felt a burning shame in his eyes that was the form of tears. He was in trouble, he entered his fathers lab without his permission and touched his fathers unfinished project, he was in big trouble.

"Go to your room," his father said with a exhausted drawl as he pointed to the door of the lab, the man was young, but he looked old and haggard in the ghastly light of the lab. "Go to your room and stay there."

The boy obediently nodded and shuffled out of the basement, not even looking back to see his father uncover the white sheet off of the eerily humanoid being. The being was cold with inactivity.

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The boy was curled up in his blankets, lightly breathing and deeply sleeping. He dreamt of ghosts and parties full of cake and balloons. The room was dark except for a singular night light that kept the corners dimly lit. But there was an electrical snap, and that thin light was shut off as a menacing shadow stepped silently into the bedroom of the little boy. It stepped over his toys, books, and his game cards until it was finally at his bedside, looking down at him with cold and emotionless eyes.

The boy didn't necessarily feel the presence, no, instead he slowly felt his hair raise in a primal fear of being watched and preyed on like a rabbit in a dark and skeletal forest. When his eyes forced themselves to open in a tired wakefulness, he saw the sinister shadow standing over his vulnerable form, golden eyes shimmering like burning stars in the darkness.

He stared up at it, his mouth half opened in a silent, petrified horror. The machine was absolutely still, it wasn't even breathing or blinking. Though it had those terrible eyes on him, it didn't seem to be looking at him, more so through him than anything. It lightly swayed in place like it was sleepwalking, like it was in a trance. It wasn't coherent with its surroundings, it simply stared at its target with a subconscious restlessness. The boy understood then that the thing was dreaming, if it was even possible for a machine to dream. It was not acting in its own mind, it simply was moving out of instinct. It knew no good or evil, simply its objective.

As if finally processing itself in his mind, Amber attempted to scream at the top of his lung, perhaps to alert his father who was a room away, or perhaps out of terror, it was most likely was both. But as soon as his lips managed to breathe out a gasp, metal claws quickly snatched his throat in a deathly squeeze, and all sound he tried to make came out as a terrified gurgle. Amber's hands flew up to claw at the singular one encased around the sensitive skin of his neck, tears welled up in his eyes as he plead in a desperate and short breath.

"Please... no..." He could barely get a word out as he held onto its arm. As soon as he touched it, it slammed him further into the bed, he tried to wriggle away while kicking his legs but the machine shoved its knee painfully into his midsection before it slid onto the bed with a shift of its other leg. Soon, it was pressing down on him, and a helpless feeling immediately came over the child while his vision was beginning to darken. In his watery vision, twin stars of hellfire were above him, watching him with faceless and morbid curiosity. It didn't smile at him like supervillains did, it simply stared into his very being with an engulfing emptiness that came only from inhuman sources.  The thing was skinless, the boy saw a reflection of the dim moonlight upon its smooth and metallic plating that flexibly bended every time it subtly moved. It didn't have lips, but the boy saw a slight flash of teeth.

It's slightly long and wild hair cascaded down like a curtain around the boys head when it leaned down to look Amber closely in the eye. He wanted to close his, but he couldn't, he could only stare in a icy trance into the thing's glamorous, wicked eyes as it observed him like a snake would to size up its prey. But it was hard to stay conscious with the shadows spinning in his vision, the boy hands only limply held onto its cold arm as it held him down with a terrifying force. Those all-consuming and dreamy eyes invoked a prickly feeling that crawled through his entire body like he was dumped in ice water.

Amber believed right then and there he was going to die, his throat crushed by the very thing that his father obsessively made. This machine was more of his father's son than he was, perhaps if he died, his father wouldn't notice a thing. Why would he? He already had a son, a son he created with his own hands, a son he made with love. A son that didn't kill their mother when he was born.

With that terrible and cold thought in his head, the boy closed his eyes in slow acceptance. Despite this, he was afraid of death, he didn't want to die, especially not by the hands of some cold-blooded, soul-stealing machine.

"...Please..." with one final plead, the boy became limp in its cold and deathly embrace.

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"...I woke up the next morning with awful bruising around my neck, I was surprised I was even alive," one of Amber's hands softly traced his throat with a reminiscent look in his eyes, he was recounting the events like it was yesterday, "my father saw them, and it was the first time I ever saw that man look genuinely terrified."

Amber sighed when he soon reverted back into his normal calm and collected self. "That day, the machine was moved away to another lab far from my home. My father said it never moved once in the many years he worked on it, even when he forced it on, but I knew he believed what I said."

"...That thing really did spare you?" Asked the mother, a pale look of disbelief resting in her eyes as she picked through the gruesome story he just told.

"No, I believe I simply didn't have enough remnant in me to satisfy its hunger," Amber said as he shook his head with a scoff, "I was simply a useless crumb to it. There would be no point in killing me to harvest my remnant if there was not much to begin with. It wanted a bigger fish to catch, it saw no use in eating the small fry."

"Like I said, it knows no good or evil, I didn't see any ill-intent in its eyes, it saw me as a potential prey but I wasn't what it wanted in the end." Amber laughed a humorless laugh, "I'm sure if I was what it hungered for, it woud've gladly shoved me into its chest cavity filled to the brim with razor blades, electrical wires, and other devices meant to cut and capture until I died. Then it would let me bleed into its metal until my remnant was absorbed completely."

There was a silence that occupied them for a time, the only sound was the roaring wind that cut past the car. The mother pictured the story in her head, but strangely enough, instead of the child counterpart of Amber being in the bed, it was her daughter. She was staring up at those golden eyes there were so vividly described. She had a uncharacteristically hollow expression on her face, one that you wouldn't normally see on a child who just met the humanoid monster described in Amber's story. The eerie image brought a chill down the mothers spine.

"Where do you think the machine currently is?" Asked the father, who seemed to read the mothers mind. There was a similar look in his eyes and posture, like he could picture it, too, that machine reaching for their daughters throat and squeezing.

Amber saw more and more ads of the Pizzaplex pass by like mirages, inviting them in with a false sense of wonder and fantasy. His sharp eyes imagined the missing persons posters of all of the victims who were pulled beneath the giant rug that Fazbear Entertainment had fabricated under the guise of a children's company. Those innocent people were all like livestock to be slaughtered and harvested for their precious remnant, much like the Breach's original purpose for true power and control.

There was a strange feeling inside him at the mere thought of the Security Breach, it was a nightmarish creature that he almost forgot, perhaps he chose to forget it. It's been years since it had been missing, it's been years since he ever even seen it since that night it appeared at his bedside. But he believed, no, he knew that it was still alive. He knew it was still out there, lying deathly still on its operating table, waiting to be uncovered.

"Something inside me is telling me that it's still alive," Amber said with a dark tone of voice. There was an awful sensation that crawled up his spine like a spider, something that he only ever felt when he looked into those golden eyes. "...Something inside is telling me that it's connected to your daughter, that it's in there, in that cursed building."

If his wild speculation was right, and that the Breach was somehow there, that girl was in serious danger. The parents glanced towards each other with understandably very worried faces. But Amber wasn't just worrried, no he was terrified.

He was terrified for that little girl, trapped in an eleborate web of lies.

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