Entry #3: Remnant Collection #2 (Discord Exclusive)
Zachary scoffed as he stepped into the distribution center. What kind of place left a warehouse full of toys unlocked and open? They were practically inviting somebody to waltz right in and take what they pleased. Zachary, however, wasn’t here for toys. Well, not exactly. He gazed up at the signs hanging from the ceiling. He headed in the direction of the sign that read DEFECTIVE. As he walked, he passed rows of Fazbear-branded toys. Alarm Ellas, Plushtrap Chasers, Fun-Time Fredbear Friends, and anything else a child could desire. As Zachary passed the Plushtrap Chasers, something caught his eye. It was shaped like an ordinary Plushtrap, but something about it seemed... off. It’s fur was matted, it’s eyes were bloodshot, and it’s teeth were yellow and grimy. He had heard of a few Plushtraps that were a little bit lifelike, but he never thought he’d find one. With a giddy grin, Zachary plucked the toy off of the shelf and stuffed it into the black garbage bag he was carrying. He would keep this one. Continuing his trek, Zachary’s mind wandered. A sudden sound jolted him back to reality. A conveyor belt had started somewhere in the building. He needed to hurry. Zachary picked up the pace and continued towards the sign, passing a large stain and a strange set of footprints. Up ahead, he saw a door marked DEFECTIVE. He cracked the door open and slid inside. The walls were lined with shelves, each one covered in parts of toys. He saw a few more strange Plushtraps and the gutted remains of an Alarm Ella. The place looked like a mini scrapyard. Zachary got to work quickly. Walking along the shelves, he stuffed a few unboxed and damaged Plushtraps into the bag. Any odd toy he found went into the bag. As he reached the end of the row, he stopped suddenly. He saw a tarp covering something in the corner of the room. As he stared at it, the tarp twitched. Zach readied his bat and reached over to move the tarp. As he lifted it, he was knocked back with a crushing force. The bat flew out of his hand and clattered down on the floor a few feet away. All was a flurry of teeth and claws. Burning orange eyes pierced his gaze. Zachary reached for his taser and thrust it into the beast. Just as suddenly as the attack had started, it stopped. He gazed in terror at the creature writhing on the floor. It was around the size of a dog, with black fur and crooked ears. Despite the damage to its outer shell, Zach recognized it immediately. “Holy shit.” Zachary breathed. It was a Fetch. These things had been recalled ages ago. Dried blood crusted around the doll’s mouth. He prodded the Fetch with his foot. It’s circuits were fried. He’d killed it. He hefted the thing up and shoved it into the bag. Retrieving his bat from the floor, Zachary stepped out of the room, shutting the door. A sudden bright light assaulted his eyes. “Who are you?” A voice boomed from the dark. A security guard was standing in front of him. Zachary was silent. “Well? Drop the bag and let’s go.” Zachary let go of the bag and started forward. “Good. Could you take off the mask, please?” She asked. Zachary slowly reached up for his mask. With one swift motion, he reached behind his back and whipped out his switchblade. The woman screamed as he plunged the knife into her gut. Blood dripped to the concrete floor. Raising the blade up to her neck, Zachary slid the knife across her throat. He stepped out of the way as she dropped to the ground. Crimson stained the hands of his suit, and blood dripped down his face. Wiping it off, Zachary returned to the bag and picked it up, leaving the building.
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“Jesus Zach.” Vanny gasped, staring down at the mangled toys strewn across the checkered floor. “That's not all.” Zachary said, reaching into the bag and pulling out the blood-stained Fetch. “Holy fuck! Is that a Fetch?” Vanny exclaimed. Zachary nodded, grabbing a briefcase off of the shelf next to him. Clicking open the case, he removed a needle and a lighter. “Let’s get to work.” Zach muttered.
Twenty minutes later, the thing in the closet glowed a bright orange. “Have there been any more incidents?” Zachary asked. “I heard about a few near here. You could see them if you want.” Vanny replied as she exited the closet. Zachary followed soon after. He walked over to his desk and picked up the box. Tearing the tape off of the top, Zachary pulled the Plushtrap Chaser out of the box. It snapped it’s jaws at him a few times before going limp. He set the doll down on the table. It was cute in it’s own little twisted way. He sat down on the beanbag he called his bed and closed his eyes. He really needed some rest.
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Valerie stared at the newsflash on the TV and took a sip of coffee. A security guard was found dead in the Fazbear Entertainment Distribution Center earlier that morning. She had 3 stab wounds in her gut and a slit throat. Her mind wandered back to the two rabbit kids at work. Did they have something to do with this? After she had filed a report and showed authorities the box with the eyes in it, they had run a DNA test. The eyes belonged to 9 year old Matthew Hudson, who had been missing for a week. His parents had lost him at the PizzaPlex. There was still no information as to who the two rabbits were. They hadn’t been sighted since the eyes were found, but Valerie knew they were still out there. And she knew that they wanted her dead. With a shudder, Valerie shut off the TV and got ready for work.
Entry #3.5: The Warehouse (Originally released with Not a Creature Was Stirring)
Zach gazed down at the live feed from the animatronic. He wasn’t sure where sending random killer robots to kids was part of the plan, but it was sure as hell fun to watch. He spun around in the chair and looked at Vanny. “It’s a good thing this fucking simp was dumb enough to let us in, huh Van?” He sneered. Vanny growled and turned back to the bags of spare parts that she was rummaging through. When he turned back to the feed, the bear was looming over a young boy who was screaming. Zach laughed as the kid screamed and ran. He had sent a whole load of animatronics to different people. The mangled white Foxy, the weird Plushtrap and the Springtrap were some of his favorites. Vanny stood up with a giant box filled with random parts. “Let’s go before someone finds us.” Zachary pressed the deactivate button on the keypad and watched the feed cut out. “Well Luis, it’s been fun, but we’ve got to go.” Zachary laughed, turning the other chair around to face him. “And next time, you make sure you know who’s cousin you’re trying to fuck, pervert.” He said to the mangled corpse, jamming a razor blade into its mouth. The duo left the room, and Zachary tossed a smoke bomb into the room as they left.
Entry #4: Hello Mr. Afton (Discord Exclusive)
The endoskeleton of the yellow thing glowed a bright orange. It twitched and writhed, and Zachary stared at it with a morbid fascination. Vanny’s voice suddenly split the air. “I think it’s ready.” she whispered. “I’ll go get the tools.” Zachary followed, afraid to be alone in the closet with the twitching thing. After a few minutes of searching, Zachary found the materials in a box under one of the tables in the room. They both hesitantly returned to the closet, and Zachary attached the electrodes to the doll and endoskeleton. Vanny plugged the taser into the wall and steadied herself. “Heat.” She said. “We need heat.” Zachary pulled out the final dosage of remnant and injected it into the creature’s endoskeleton. “Wait. STOP!” Vanny shouted, but it was too late. “How much remnant was that?” she asked. “One vial.” He responded. Vanny’s face twisted into a snarl. “You idiot! We need half a vial! Not a whole one! Now we need to get a new fucking suit and more remnant! Are you fucki-” Vanny was cut off by a sudden sparking. The suit began to convulse, and remnant started leaking from it’s mouth and joints. The duo backed away slowly as the suit continued it’s thrashing. The suit suddenly slumped over. Vanny turned towards Zachary and growled, but was again interrupted by a hissing. The suit’s head raised slightly. It’s arms flailed as it struggled to bring itself to a standing position. As it stood up, remnant dripped violently from it, singeing the fur of the suit. The beast stepped out of the closet, ducking down to get through. As it opened its mouth, white-hot remnant dripped from fangs that sprouted from it’s endoskeleton. It’s all-too-real eyes swivelled down to stare at them. As it glared, a choked voice escaped its mouth. “Hello Vannessa. Hello Zachary.” They stared up at it, and in a terrified whisper, they spoke in unison. “Hello Mr. Afton.”
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