And that was reason enough to be happy, let alone that all the souls could finally be free. Jack's vision started to go dark, and he couldn't help but smile. The Fazbender tragedies would finally end. The beloved pizza cult would be gone by morning, and Jack would finally have peace. He knew exactly what the outcome would be. Jack hadn't witnessed the destruction of his restaurant, but he didn't need to. The flames rose higher, engulfing the entirety of "Bear.". Stats: Published: Updated: Words: 4020 Chapters: 6/? Comments: 9 Kudos: 23 Hits: 177 Does this story have to be rated M for saying "fuck"? Nah.Beta read because like Dave we cannot die.Why can't dayshift have it's own separate fandom tag?.if Jack dying was something you thought needed to be fixed.not reallly a fix it fic but I guess you could consider it one.Phone Guy | Harry (Dayshift at Freddy's).Henry Miller (Dayshift at Freddy's) (mentioned).William Afton | Dave Miller & Jack Kennedy.Jack Kennedy/Dave Miller (Dayshift at Freddy's).He didn't know how he did it, but he managed to drag his unused leg all the way back to the house, there he was met with the sight of his human remains inside a rubbish bag. His head was already melting away to reveal more metal. Then the screams filled the room as he got up on unsteady legs and to try call for help, no one listened nor heard them. In succession of moving his hand into his line of vision, he realized his hand was turning into metal scrap. Ignoring the laughter around him, his body began to jerk as if having a fit, he also found it extremely difficult to move his hand. He never noticed the cup lying on the floor and slid, dropping his tray and everything falling around him. The necklace he promised to keep on was practically glowing in the sunlight as he walked into the cafeteria. Passing by people who waved at him or just said hello, he always replied back the same way. Walking up the stairs of the school, the man walked with a sense of purpose. He just wished he had known what it would cost him. It made him feel special, wanted, especially when he felt something brush against his head as he drifted off into a peaceful sleep. He always had a problem with going to sleep until this lullaby was first sung to him. On the second night, the human woke up different, perfect. Minute by minute, hour after hour, in the corner of the room, the blood, organs, and bones of a human figure began to pile up. The ribs and spine sounded lovely as it was ripped out of its meaty sack. It was rather challenging for the chest but so worth the feel of organs and flesh to rub against its robotic hands as it ripped it open. Very easy to rip out if you knew where to insert sharp objects without any damage to the skin.Įasy limb parts over, now it was time for the 'magic' to happen to make them 'perfect'. The legs and arms were relatively easy to do, with less fat and more bone. The unconscious form stayed silent as it was maneuvered into a proper position, the robot's arms half encircling the human's head. Mechanical hands grabbed the arms of the unconscious form and pulled them upward just as another pair came out of the robot's shoulders. The necklace he was given before he went to sleep was beautiful, and he doubted he would ever take it off even if the robot hadn't told him. He felt happy for the first time in years. His best friend would make him look perfect. He just had to sleep and the robot would make him better. He could look better and make more friends. Especially when the robot promised to make him better. The robot called him his friend, his savior from the scrapyard. Once he got into his room, he began to haul the thing to its legs and make it stand up, albeit hunched over. Okay, he underestimated how heavy this thing was, his feet were sore and he was out of breath by the time he got upstairs.
He proceeds to drag the, surprisingly decent-weight robot out of the car by the head until it was on the floor before dragging it by the 'armpits' back to his house.Ĭonsidering how loud the robot was making from the dragging, he was surprised no one had come out to see him as he got into his house. He looked around as if someone would pop out and attack him. He moves closer and holds the doll's still perfect-looking face gently in his hands as if it would break at any second. He walks into the scrapyard and sees a robot in perfect condition, half leaning outside a rusted car. The sunsets as a human walks down the road back to his run-down, pigsty of a house when he sees something from the corner of his eye. He had most likely been here for some time. Or was it? It was hard to remember with the nights blending together now. Although judging from where he is, he doesn't seem to believe it one bit.