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He had more control now. He could move better in this robotic body that’d been forced upon him. Alec didn’t know if it was worth it, to fight and kick the bin. He hadn’t heard people walking around in a couple of days. He couldn’t lose hope yet. He needed to get back to his family. He needed to apologise.
At this point, the memory of his sister’s face was the only thing keeping him going.
To Alec, the sound of distant voices was almost musical to him. As a robot, he didn’t need energy, (and he wasn’t completely sure what mechanical properties the led to the body not needing to recharge) so, he was quick to make as much noise as he could, kicking and punching the metal walls.
He still couldn’t talk, and it pissed him off. He couldn’t cry out or talk. How was he supposed to tell whoever found him what happened? If anyone found him… he should the negative thoughts from his head. No point in losing hope yet.
The lid of the bin opened. Alec was only slightly put off by the fact his eyes did not need to adjust in the sudden change of light. The man who opened it stared at him curiously, as Alec crawled towards him.
“Strange…” the man muttered. He leant forward and picked Alec up from under the arms. “Can you hear me?” Alec nodded; glad the man was giving some effort into communication. The man hummed. “Can you talk?” Alec shook his head.
The man sighed. Alec watches as he seems to have a quick internal debate with himself. “Alright, so – we’ll stick with yes or no questions for now.” Alec nodded, just to convey he understood. “Cool.” The man said. “My name’s Carlton, by the way.”
Carlton was nice. He ignored the fact that Alec was covered in (now dry) vomit and held him to his chest like a baby. It was slightly embarrassing, but it was nice to be held.
Carlton made his way through the hallways with strange expertise. Alec sure hadn’t seen him around the first couple times he’d been to Freddy’s, nor did he seem to be a worker. He was wearing casual clothes, not a uniform of any sort. And now that Alec was paying attention to his surroundings, the building was empty. There was literally no one around. He’d missed something. Something big. And he wondered how long he’d been stuck in that bin.
“Michael,” Carlton called towards, it seemed, the only other person in the building. Michael turned to face him as Carlton held Alec out like a prize. “I found this!”
Michael stared at Alec for an agonisingly long time. “Okay.” He said eventually. He was still looking at Alec strangely.
“He can’t talk.” Carlton continued talking as if Michael hadn’t given such an ominous response. “He’s still moving too. It’s strange.”
“Mon amour, I don’t think this-” Michael gestured to Alec. “-is an animatronic.”
“You don’t?” Carlton asked.
Michael shook his head. “The ‘type’ this would be is a Lonely Freddy. They’re used to befriend children that’re alone so that ‘no child is lonely at Freddy Fazbear’s’.”
“To lead them into a false sense of security,” Carlton responds a bit gloomily. Alec looked between them confused. He really had missed something big. “To isolate them.” Carlton continued.
Michael nodded. “And their eyes are supposed to be blue.”
The comment caused Carlton to turn Alec and look at him again. “His eyes are green.” He spoke. “Why exactly did his eyes change colour?”
“The eyes are the window to the soul,” Michael muttered, then shrugged. “I don’t know, but the eyes always change colour. Remember Circus Baby?” Alec did not, but Carlton nodded. “Originally, as Charlotte, she was going to have brown eyes. Then the actual animatronic has blue eyes. Her eyes also turned green when Elizabeth’s soul got trapped inside.”
Soul? Trapped inside? Like what happened to Alec? This has happened to people before?
“Hey, it’s okay.” Carlton pulled him into his chest again. He quietly hushed Alec. He wondered how Carlton could even tell he was upset, and then was annoyingly reminded of the ears on his head. That must’ve been the clue.
“I wonder if he can write,” Michael says quietly. “We might get his name. We might be able to get him his body back.”
Alec perked up at that. These two could help him. They were willing to help him. He’d cry if he could.
“Did you find anything else?”
“The other animatronics there were deactivated. It was crazy, Mike. There were heaps of them in there.”
“We can use them as scraps.”
“Uh- but serduszko-”
“These parts are expensive; it’s a waste of money and resources to get new ones.” Michael cut in. Alec was stuck on that pet name Carlton used. What language was that? “It’s better to just reuse them. Besides, what else are we gonna do with them?”
Carlton sighed. “But can’t we just keep one?”
Michael gave him a look. “I’m not sure if you want a child or a pet, but neither are the same as a robot.”
“But they’re so cute, Michael! Look at them!”
“Babe, I build them. I’m too tired of them to find them cute.”
So that was confirmation they were together. Were they married or no? Alec figured his interest in their relationship could be chalked up to him being a nosy teenager. He could try to see if they were wearing wedding rings-
Wait, did Michael say he built them? Is that why he figured it out so quickly? Who was he?
“Let’s just focus on getting this one back to their family, okay?” Michael said. He placed his hands on Carlton’s arms (mindful of Alec still being baby carried) and kissed his partner. It was very awkward for Alec, but he couldn’t vocalise his distaste for it. Instead, he wriggled out of Carlton’s hold and dropped to the floor like a cat.
He turned to face them and folded his arms. Michael and Carlton stared back at him, a little surprised.
“Well, aren’t you a little shit?” Michael chuckled.