#apocaplex au

[anechomirrored]

Prompt:     "Come with me, hurry."

Fandom: fnaf sb, apocaplex au

Rating: G

Warnings: non detailed panic attack at the end.

    "Come with me, hurry." Said the rasping voice to your right.

After a moments hesitation you followed the darting red glow of the attendant's eyes into the shadows. just as you passed under a piece of twisted rebar marking a cave in, the familiar sound of heavy metal footsteps reached your ears.

You moved quickly, straining your eyes to see any obstacles the darkness held. Broken concrete cracked and shifted under foot. You had to stop moving soon if the sound of unoiled joints down the hall behind you was anything to go by.

"Troublemaker, you get this far?" The growling voice of Monty echoed off the delapitated hallways.

You picked up the pace, the scavenged parts and equipment in your back connecting uncomfortably with your spine with every uneven stride.

Your retreat was brought up short as your hands met a wall of rubble.

Iron, concrete, platic and crumpled bots were piled up in a horrific mess where the upper floor had come down entirely. Far above your head a ventilation shaft sagged down from the ceiling to the floor above. It's yawning mouth held only more darkness. You frantically searched the surrounding space for that red glow.

"Moon?" You whiper shouted, the panic in you voice making it squeak.

He...he wouldn't have left you, right?

Sun said they wanted to help.

"There you are!" You jolted at the sudden closness of Monty's voice.

Turning around with gasp you found yourself looking up into the face of one of your childhood's stars. His casing was cracked and torn away in places . His shades sat crooked, giving you a glimpse of his rather intense gaze.

He didn't look happy to see you here.

Why would he?

Humans had been attempting raids on the pizzaplex for years. This place was said to be a scavenger's dream.

It was why you had come after all.

You felt a small twinge of guilt at the thought of Sun's excitement. Did he really think you just came back to visit?

You barely remembered them. You had steered clear of the animatronics mostly.

Just because your dad had fixed them didn't mean you'd liked them.

They had terrified you.

You took a step back and your back hit the imovable debris behind you. A tremor came back into your hands as the realization of how trapped you were settled in your gut like a stone.

A flash of metal and tattered stars dropped from the ceiling. You cried out, the sudden movement causing you to flinch back, striking your head on the wall.

The attendant stood crouched, like an animal ready to pounce. His back was to you, crimson optics bathing the other animatronic's broken features in a frightful glow.

He had made almost no noise, a feat that you couldn't comprehend.

The others were so noisy.

No wonder scrappers went missing in here so often...

Your scattered thoughts were snapped back to the scene in front of you as Monty let out a staticky noice of distaste.

"What are you doing, clown?" He growled.

Moon's faceplate tilted one way then the other before he let out a blood chilling giggle.

"Not this one, she's a guest."

"You must be glitching, Moon Man. We don't get guests anymore-"

"Check the registry." Moon's tone was biting, his fingers twitched, the exposed metal tips glinting like claws.

The growl that left Monty was gutteral. Too organic sounding for a creature made of metal and circuitry.

There was a silence, only interrupted by the sound of rusted joints as the gator animatronic flexed his claws.

Your mind went absently to the half bottle of oil you found in the basement.

"Tch, so they were a guest once," snarled Monty. "that doesn't mean-"

"Sunny likes her. Don't do anything you will regret." The threat was clear and after another beat, Monty threw a punch at the wall to his right.

Concrete cracked under the strike and dust flew up.

"Fine, keep it but if I find them in the Row..." he didn't finish, opting to storm off.

It wasn't until you felt an unsettlingly familiar grip on your shoulders that you realized you were hyperventilating. You let out a strangled sound, eyes darting up to meet Moon's optics.

"You are okay, little thief. He will not hurt you." Cool metal fingers combed through your disheveled hair.

"Come, you need to sleep." The attendant said softly.

You took a shakey breath and not for the first time, wished you hadn't gone scavenging here, of all places.