This is an alternate universe. Noncannon to The Prequel's main timeline.
Vince let out a quiet sigh, he was working on Foxy once more. Instead of the jaw however, he was working on something a lot more important to conceal, the small tiny frame hidden inside the stomach of the metal creature. Vince felt sick from the smell, which was concealed rather well with the oil and other fragrances that came with these robots. The blood smell mixed almost pleasantly with the other metals. Vince didn’t actually open the robot to see inside it, rather he stuffed things down the robot’s throat to keep it smelling clean. As well as cleaning up the blood that dripped out of any of the robots. For Foxy, it was easiest to conceal because his fur was red. It was a blood red at that similar to dried blood. The pizza stains where also a nice touch as to hide the many bloody patches. Vince had decided to put Foxy out of order due to odd malfunctions as of late. It freaked him out a little but he had convinced himself it was nothing and just an endoskeleton glitch. His perfectionist mind begged him to open the suit up and look at the endoskeleton to see if any blood rusted the parts and made it malfunction, or perhaps the chip that controlled it’s movements had been damaged by stuffing the child inside. With all of this in mind, he still refused to look. He still hadn’t thought of a proper way to dispose of the children’s bodies. Even though he didn’t personally know them, at least most of them, he didn’t want to just toss them in the garbage or river nearby. He felt that a disrespectful thing to do, he didn’t see their bodies as waste but at the same time didn’t want them inside his precious robots. A thought had recently accorded to him that possibly he could bury their bodies underneath the flooring. After all Fred was moving to a new location with new robots, to which Vince had already gotten the plans, and even built a prototype robot for in his free time, which he had a LOT of now he had no home to return to. There was enough tools to dig up some tile and put it back into place. All he had to do was wait after all. This place was apparently going to just be abandoned. He felt this would not only be the most respectful, but also the least dangerous option on his plate. They’d be buried, no markers to define them, but still buried. They’d be laid to rest once and for all. Vince ran over the details in his head, he felt satisfied this would be the best option. He didn’t even have to leave the pizzeria for this plan. No one would notice the tiles since they were all worn a little. It was perfect. He smiled triumphantly to himself as he got a can of cleaning spray to spray inside the robot. The smell of chemicals and other unnatural scents hit Vince. The can read ‘ocean fresh’ he had never seen or smelt an ocean but he assumed it wouldn’t’ smell like something Fred used to clean his laundry or whatever scent rubbed off on Sammie when his fiancé rubbed all over him. Vince had to ignore Sammie for 4 hours after that bitch was around because the smell coming from her made him feel ill. Just another reason to despise her, what could she even need that much faulse smells for!? Hiding something perhaps? He gagged and swiftly wafted a hand through the air near his face to try to keep it away. He HATED the smell of cleaning supplies, but it was better than rot he supposed. Vince thought of what it’d be like to go to a large body of water. He wondered what it’d smell like, what it’s feel like what the air would be like. He was so used to the dry dessert air he wished he did know what it was like to live somewhere else. He had read a book once about other places. He had borrowed it from Fred and had to make an excuse on why there was a splat of blood on it. He had made the excuse he had a nose bleed. Fred didn’t seem to convinced but didn’t ask anymore. Vince looked at the robot, it smelt as disgusting as before, but this time with an ‘accepted’ smell to the public. Now it was time to move on to Freddy Bonnie and Chica. He never bothered with Golden Freddy, after all, it didn’t smell and it was in the back. No one went back there but him and occasionally Fred. Who never even wrinkled his nose or indicated he smelt something. Therefore, Vince assumed nothing smelt out of place. Vince let out a quiet sigh, “There you go Foxy.” He said, referring to the robot which he knew wouldn’t reply. “You smell better now.” He lied, at least to himself it was a lie. “Still out of order though.” He shrugged. Maybe if you didn’t malfunction so much this wouldn’t be an issue.” He spat. He hated Foxy almost as much as he hated Golden Freddy. To him, Foxy was nothing but a mistake. A defective piece of garbage that should have been tossed out when it first acted up, Fred insisted he’d try to fix it to save money instead of making another robot. Vince had protested he already made a robot, who was a cat but Fred had made it clear he didn’t care for it in the slightest. It had been the first time they had ever gotten into a dispute about something. It still made Vince mad thinking back on it, after all it wasn’t HIS fault Foxy broke all the time for no reason! Fred even knew that it just broke for no reason! There was so many spare parts and swapped out parts for Foxy alone they could make 10 of him! He kicked the robot angrily and laughed. “Stupid piece of garbage.” He hissed. Turning up his nose and wrinkled it with disgust at the claimed fresh smell. He turned his back to the robot and prepared to walk down the stairs when he heard a quiet whisper. “Look who’s talking” Vince flinched, and turned back to face the robot. Foxy was still and motionless just as before, sitting with his knees to his chest, looking down towards the floor his head lopsided…wait was his head lopsided before? He thought he had craned the neck upward. Vince swallowed hard. ‘It just fell over.’ He reasoned to himself. He let out a quiet chuckle out of nervousness. “Haha…very funny…” he said quietly, almost a whisper. He thought he had imagined the voice. He turned once more. “That wasn’t a joke.” The voice much cleaner now as if it was right behind him, Vince knew it wasn’t his imagination. He turned back and Foxy was standing now head still facing the floor bent at an odd angle so one of its eyes glared straight at Vince. Vince let out a cry and fell onto his butt. He scrambled backward horrified. Foxy’s head slowly tilted upward to look him in the eyes before narrowing at him. A low laugh echoed, as if it came from inside the robot’s stomach. Vince felt his heart pound in his chest out of terror. Foxy took a step towards Vince, making small creeks and groans from its metal body. Vince shrieked and jumped off the stage. He grabbed onto the curtain and slid down it like a makeshift rope he was light enough not to snap the metal wire holding it to the ceiling. He still hit the ground pretty hard with a loud thump. He cried out and looked at his legs, they weren’t broken he sighed in relief. This relief didn’t last long when Foxy’s footsteps where loud as they thumped down the stairs. Vince gasped and ran down the hall. He felt the weight of another slam into him. He was so close to the office! How was Foxy THIS fast?! He shrieked as he was slammed down onto the floor, Foxy grabbing onto his arm tightly. Vince struggled under him and thrashed wildly. Foxy’s hook slammed into the floor next to Vince’s head. Vince let out a terrified squeak. His eyes darted to the sharp metal. Suddenly his head was grabbed by Foxy’s free hand and slammed to the floor. Vince’s scream died quickly as his vision blurred. The carpet he was currently on in the hall was a dark blue it filled his vision for a second. Nothing seemed to register until he was slammed again onto the floor. Vince’s cries of pain where rough and hoarse as Foxy continued to slam his head into the floor with rapid secession. The only sound that escaped Vince as a quiet “Ugh!” when his head hit the floor, he felt blood running down the spot where Foxy had slammed it was warm and the smell was unmistakable even in this state of confusion. He felt another sharp pain from somewhere, he couldn’t tell where. His hands tried to stable themselves on the floor in an attempt to push himself up but the pain made him stay down. He felt another blow to the head. The world was spinning and Vince shut his eyes in terror. He struggled wildy under the mechanical fox, forgetting to try and find his bearings and instead to try and blindly attack. In his state of confusion, he couldn’t run, so he’d fight. Suddenly Foxy slammed his hook into Vince’s face, but not in a spot Vince expected. His eyes where wide half of his vision went black. Why did it go black? He suddenly felt a harsh tug from Foxy’s end and a loud pop sounded Vince shrieked when the pain filled the right side of his face. His left eye still open, was faced with a long nerve and Foxy holding Vince’s eye on its end. Foxy yanked hard and snapped the nerve effortlessly, casing another shriek. Foxy brushed off the eye with his free hand. Vince felt the blood drip down his face, starting to pool under his cheek. He wasn’t even sure where it was coming from at this point. He felt his one eye roll up when another shot of pain from somewhere in his body came. Everything went black.
A quiet groan escaped Vince his rigid body slowly getting more louse as he moved around. His eye opened and peered around the room. He felt a warm liquid run down his forehead and a pool under his cheek, which was currently pressed against the floor. He whined in pain, it felt like a helmet was on his head, and the pain it sent ran through his head harshly. He felt tears slip out, he also felt pain run through his eye. His hand gently moved to his face, he gently touched it. His hand didn’t meet his eyelid, instead it pushed past, into exposed muscle and flesh. He let out a cry and swiftly pulled his fingers out of his now empty eye socket. Tears spilled out he whined in fear. Pain and fear was coursing through him adrenaline beginning to form. He sat up immediately regretting the decision as he felt his stomach lurch and he vomited. His hands firmly on the floor he panted quietly. His mouth hung open and single eye wide he looked around having to turn his head due to the fact he had a blind spot now. His throat burned and his stomach ached. Everything hurt. He realized something. He had to get to safety, to hide. He realized what had happened, memories flooding back and washing over him like water made him fearful. Foxy had done this to him, had almost killed him. Foxy might have still been under that assumption, which meant he had time to get up and go to the office, one of the only safe places in the building. It was too risky to go to the safe room. He had to move quickly though. He was terrified another run in with one of the robots, would really leave him a corpse in a shallow pool of blood. He tried to get to his feet, but realized to late they where to shaky and felt too much like gelatin to move he fell to the floor. He was thankful to miss the spot where he had lost his earlier meals. He decided if he could not walk, he’d crawl. He pushed his body forward using his arms making a slight dragging noise, but not enough to escape the long hallway. It was long, and painful. He felt every muscle in his body pleading to just stop and rest, but he denied himself of it. He wouldn’t stop until he got to the safety of the office. He refused to relax until he knew he couldn’t get hurt. He saw the door, but he didn’t go any faster than he already was, to avoid making too much noise. He collapsed, unable to keep up anymore, he looked up. Just a few more feet, he was so close! He just had to make a few more feet! He bit his lip, forcing his arms back into position and forcing himself forward another time. He decided to look back and realized something. The reason he could not stand, wasn’t because his body was in shock like he thought, but his right, was missing from the knee down. His left had many slashes in it. A trail of fresh blood was trailing from the spot he had been and pooling slightly where he sat now. He felt a scream attempt to climb his throat but he swallowed it. He was to scared to make noise, his mouth just hung open in shock. He tried to find the rest of his missing leg by looking around, but didn’t see it. He didn’t have the time to go look, nor did he have the mental capacity at this time to care. All that ran through his head was getting to the office with his last bit of strength. He yanked himself forward more harshly, gaining more speed as he continued horror had consumed his mind as he tried desperately to get to his safety once inside the office, there stood another issue. The door, he could not reach it. He soon found it would be useless to close it anyway, it would alert the robots of his whereabouts. He dragged himself to the table, and hid under it behind a few boxes. He pulled his knees, or in this case his knee to his chest and hugged himself, his other leg or what was left of it lying on the floor. He felt a few sobs try to escape, due to his current situation, but bit them back and instead opted for the large tears to roll down his bloody cheeks. After a few minutes of this he started to feel a warm substance leak onto his thigh, he looked down and realized it was blood. Not very much for the large wound but still enough to alarm him. He realized he had to tie it up to stop the bleeding. He ripped the sleeve of his uniform as discreetly as possible, and tied it around the stump. Blood seeped through the silky purple fabric but not very much. He tried not to look at his scared up arm. The scars weren’t from Foxy’s beating, but instead from a malfunctioned robot as well as his father’s cruel sense of punishments. Vince found it harder to look at those scars in particular. The robotic ones didn’t bother him much. After all, they weren’t messy and unclean like the ones his father gave him, but symmetrical and clean. He hated messy lines, all the knife slashes made terrible uneven cuts on his skin, and his sister, who healed him was no doctor. She was however good at stealing things to help him heal faster, which he was grateful for the small amount of kindness and empathy she had, well for a person who murdered others that is. He supposed he was quite companionate even though just recently he had murdered five children. So it wasn’t impossible to be kind while also taking the lives of other humans. Vince looked out of the small gap between the boxes, and saw the wall clock. It read 4:46. In about an hour and 20 minutes, Fred would be coming in. Vince smiled triumphantly. If he could keep himself from bleeding to death than he’d be ok. Fred could take him to the hospital, he’d be ok. He closed his eyes and leaned against the wall letting out a quiet sigh. He allowed his body to finally go into a relaxed position. Some might find it hard to sleep in such a state but Vince was all to familiar with going to sleep either hungry, sore, beaten and bloody or all of the above. He found it quite easy to fall into a slumber.
This is an alternate universe. Noncannon to The Prequel's main timeline.