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“See you later, Susan!” Felix called, peeking out from around his office door. The woman in question smiled at him, she was dressed in her signature pair of smart brown slacks and white sweater, which never seemed to get dirty from oil to Felix’s amazement.
Felix himself seemed to always be finding spots of it on his shirt sleeves.
“Will you be alright here by yourself, sir?” Susan inquired, turning to face the other. She looked properly concerned, the question lingering between them unspoken.
Will you be alright here without Jack?
“Oh, I’ll be fine. Just going to finish up some paperwork and then I’ll head home.” He smiles but it doesn’t fit his face, tension lingering within the action that Susan seems to note but carefully does not mention.
“Alright, I just..” She trails off slowly.
“You just—?”
There’s a moment of silence before she smiles again and shakes her head, lightly waving her hand as if to dismiss her train of thought entirely.
“It’s nothing. See you tomorrow, sir.”
With one last farewell, they part ways, and soon Felix is completely alone in the restaurant.
Well, perhaps not completely.
He turns brown eyes to the animatronics which pose on stage dramatically, made to look endearingly friendly to children and parents alike even if they were made entirely of metal and rather large.
Bon stood centre stage while Boozoo, Banny and Sha stood at his side, all of them looking dead-eyed and almost eerie when silent and without the sounds of squealing, laughing children about.
“Oh, Jack..” Felix sighs, guilt tugging at his nerves even as he says the man’s name. He knows to some degree that it must be his fault, that Jack must have gone missing looking for his children but did that mean his friend was still alive?
The thought followed him as he walked back to his office, no longer looking the part of successful business owner and entrepreneur, but rather, tired and melancholy.
He hoped, prayed, that Jack was still alive. If he was, he swore on the God he didn’t believe in that he would tell him everything. He’d tell him about the drinking, about how he’d gotten lost, about how.. about how the kids hadn’t even screamed when they’d died.
How they must have died on impact, going through the front windshield.
He tries not to, but he can still feel Molly’s limp and still warm body, her broken neck that twisted her head about her body at an odd, crackling angle.
He forces the thought away.
He wants a drink.
Instead, he sits and fills out paperwork that he’d been too distracted earlier to work on.
Guilt is a heavy burden to carry, he loved, loves, those kids. They had almost been like his own if he was completely honest.
And now he was without a best friend or the children.
Rosemary had visited once again today, lost and thinner than she should have been. The stress of missing kids and husband was weighing on her, and the man always felt sick for comforting her even though he knew the truth to one of her stresses.
He could never get himself to say it when he looked into her eyes, however.
Felix’s eyes are slipping closed, heavy with fatigue, when he hears him.
“Felix?”
Brown eyes snap open, he nearly falls out of his chair but he catches himself just in time. It wouldn’t be the first time it’s happened, he sleeps so little now that sometimes he just passes out but he could have sworn-
“Felix?”
Jack.
It’s Jack calling.
He’s up and out of his seat as quickly as he can manage, eyes darting around the room even though the voice sounds further than the four walks around him.
“Jack!” He calls, exiting the room clumsily, because he can hear him.
“Felix!”
“Jack! Oh God, oh God, goodness, Jack, where are you?”
“In here!”
“Where’s here?”
What the other says next is muffled but Felix has an idea of where he’s at now — there’s a room behind the main stage, it’s there for Susan to slip in and out of unnoticed when repairing the animatronics. A room no-one, not even Felix, would have assumed to look or even though Jack would be.
Not unless someone else locked him up in there.
He’s quick, rushing to the room and unlocking the door, whipping it open to find —
“What..”
Empty.
Just a few oil-stained rags and miscellaneous tools, but no Jack.
“I just..”
“Felix.” A whisper, right against his ear, right behind him, makes his hair stand on end along his spine.
Whipping around, he expects to be met with familiar black eyes, dark hair, maybe a bit unkept and messy, maybe tired and hungry but he can’t process what he sees.
He thinks he stops breathing.
He isn’t sure but the thing towers over him, it breathes in a way it should not. An unsettling sensation of uncanny fear licks at his nerves, what was once gentle and docile now turned into a thing of nightmares.
Felix runs.
He runs back the way he’d come but nothing makes sense and everything is wrong, there’s a pounding behind him as the creature keeps pace.
He’s almost at the front door when it catches him, grabbing him by the back of the collar and throwing him off to the side. He’s sent flying through the air, wind knocked out of him when he hits one of the few party tables set up, rolling before he’s sliding across the linoleum to a burning stop.
He’s dizzy, there’s blood leaking into his eyes from a cut across his temple.
The ground vibrates with every step.
“B.. B..”
“Felix.” It no longer sounds like Jack, it sounds — odd. A human voice undertoned by static and scraping metal.
Bon leans over his limp form, struggling weakly to crawl away.
He’s stopped with a large hand against the chest, pressing the breath from his lungs before he’s lifted up into the air by the front of his shirt. He’s forced to meet the creature’s glassy eyes, calling it a robot seems wrong somehow.
“Bon-“
He’s dropped back to the ground, screaming in pain when he landed awkwardly on his arm, a sharp crack resonating through the air.
“Stop!”
His pleas are met with the most ear-piercing shriek of disapproval he’s ever had the displeasure of being forced to hear, like knives shoved down the garbage disposal.
Felix can’t stop the tears that come to his eyes, the fear that seeps into his limbs and freezes them in place.
When he begins to sob, only then does Bon stop and tilt his — its? — head to the side, observing him darkly before kneeling down beside him.
The movement is not reassuring, it feels like being cornered by a predator, like he’s being watched by a wolf before it inevitably goes for the kill.
The creature does not need to lunge for him, that’s how close they are, instead it leans down and opens its mouth to reveal rows of teeth, sharp and bloody as if grown from flesh. Its eyes roll back to reveal the whites, grabbing Felix roughly by the shoulders.
It bites him hard on his broken arm, oddly intent on hurting him enough to make him suffer but never enough to kill him.
When he screams, his voice breaks and his tears blur his vision, running down his cheeks and dropping off of his jaw.
There’s a blur of movement in which his pants and underwear are shredded and he realises what the creature plans to do next.
He panics.
“No! Bon, no, stop! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it, it was an — no, no, n-AH, no-“
The intrusion hurts, it rips into him, an odd mix of metal and flesh, tearing up his insides as it pushes into him.
Felix screams until his voice breaks, his throat is sore and swollen but he still cries as begs for it to just stop. Every thrust into his squirming body bulges out his lower stomach and sends blood dripping from between his legs onto the floor.
The pain is so intense it dizzies him, the pain in his stomach as his insides feel as if they’re being lacerated makes him want to throw up, but the only thing he manages to sick up is saliva and a meagre amount of stomach acid.
“Please, stop..” He can’t raise his voice above a whisper — he can taste blood, something must’ve been torn — and there’s a steadily growing puddle of blood beneath them.
He can no longer feel his legs.
The creature does not stop, but he can’t tell if any pleasure is found within the action or if it’s like a deer in a rut; attacking and fucking everything in its path.
His eyelids are falling shut, he can’t focus, he’s lost too much blood when finally, finally, it finishes.
He whimpers loud and long when he’s dragged back against it hard. His stomach hurts, feels on the verge of bursting, when it fills him up.
Clear fluid turned pinkish-red from his blood pours down the insides of his thighs and just as quickly as it began, it was over.
His body hurts all over, he thinks he’s going to die here, bleeding out and only to be found in the most humiliating position possible as the creature lumbers away, seemingly done with him for now.
Struggling to roll himself over with his good arm, he sobs and hacks up the clear fluid that must be Bon’s spend.
It tastes like oil.
Every movement sends more seeping out of his body, he can barely walk, forced to awkwardly crawl back to his office.
It feels like it takes hours to get there, to lock the door even though that wouldn’t be enough to keep Bon out if he decided he wanted more from him, not that he would be able to give it to the creature without perishing this time around.
He’s still bleeding, vision going spotty and black at the edges.
I’m going to die here, is Felix’s last conscious thought.