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[GORE] The Adelaide Incident [FNAF, Renegade AU]

Link: https://www.deviantart.com/paigelts05/art/GORE-The-Adelaide-Incident-FNAF-Renegade-AU-946218870

Story (Deviantart): https://www.deviantart.com/paigelts05/art/GORE-The-Adelaide-Incident-FNAF-Renegade-AU-946219645

Story (AO3): https://archiveofourown.org/works/44455951

Published: Jan 22, 2023

Caution: the following contains gore (broken bones, lots of blood, vivisection), but everyone who starts this fic as alive remains alive.

Some of Ness's searches were things William wanted to research. Others were warnings of what was to come so she could foil the Afton's plans whilst not being present.

The Viking blood eagle calendar was a warning of a plan she had heard whilst William thought she was unaware. A plan centred around the virus that was unleashed onto the system.

A grim ritual that nobody wants to be a part of.

A contracting company who will all die if they cannot prevent the ritual. Yet four of the five already are unable to prevent it.

All conducted by mad scientist who wishes to raise herself from the grave. A plan she'd had in the making for ages.

One chance remains to mitigate and prevent the damage that could be caused by the Adelaide Incident.

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[°•🌹 Chapter 1 🌹•°]

Time was passing too slowly or did he want it to pass slower?

Daniel Rocha didn't know anymore. He had been locked in this storage crate for what felt like hours, the shackles around his neck, wrists, and ankles felt heavier and heavier by the second. Even if the crate was opened, he knew he wouldn't be able to run.

Adelaide had taken control of Steve, Mark, and Anna. She had latched onto Steve, and then she had used masks to force Mark to do her bidding. And last night, when Anna stayed back late to close up, she must have attacked her then, and forced the mask onto her face. Now they were all under her control.

Dan knew that Adelaide intended to use Anna to kill him; the ghost had said as much herself, proudly laying out her plan before she had locked him in this crate. He knew that she would make his death painful, and he was terrified. He knew that once the crate was opened, he'd be killed.

There was only one person who'd be able to save him though.

Luis and Ness were out somewhere doing something that she couldn't disclose, meaning that Raha was the only one who would be coming into work.

He already knew that she was his only ray of hope for survival, and he worried for her safety; if she did figure out what was going on, it'd be a three Vs one, and as much as he knew Raha to be a feisty fighter, he had experienced the supernatural strength that Adelaide had bestowed upon her victims first hand and knew that the fight would be far from fair.

Replaying the situation in his mind, over and over, he had come to the sickening realisation that there was nothing he could have done to stop Adelaide unless he knew things that he couldn't possibly have known. To fight was to lose. To run would be to get caught. The choice of date was significant too; it couldn't be coincidence that the day on which Ness had to 'run some errands', as was all she had said, was the one that Adelaide had chosen as her day to strike.

As he curled up in his crate, he knew that he couldn't have done anything differently.

His only company at this bitter end was the same old leaky pipes that ran through the basement's rafters. He had joked about not living to see the day when a plumber wouldn't cancel last minute and would actually show up and fix the damn leaky things, but he didn't expect this joke to ever come true.

But he held out hope: maybe someone would still save him. Maybe Raha would show up in the nick of time. Maybe one of his colleagues would do the impossible and gain back control. He hoped that survival was more than a pipe dream.

As if to steal his last piece of hope from him, the door to the crate opened.

"Lucky you. We're ahead of schedule. Your death can come sooner than expected." Adelaide's voice rang out from Steve's mouth. It was terrifying to hear.

At his side's stood Anna and Mark. Each of thier faces were obscured by the rabbit masks they had been forced into. The two of them reached into the crate and grabbed him.

He didn't resist.

As much as Dan wanted to try and lash out, to try and escape, to try and survive, there was a gnawing feeling that it was no use. His arms and legs felt like lead as he was dragged across the floor by his shoulders and tossed onto the makeshift altar.

He looked up and saw the masks that covered the faces of his friends.

Mark's mask was the most similar to the 'Vanny mask' that Ness had showed them, and was the one that Mark had worn two times before. Dan figured that those two times were a test run for this.

Anna's mask was much more dainty; made up of gold wire and white fabric. It resembled more of a masquerade mask than Mark's, and he could see the lower half of her face. Her lip was split and it looked as if her cheek was bruised.

Steve wasn't wearing a mask, or more accurately, he was Adelaide's mask. He looked dehydrated and tired, as if the woman had forgotten the basic needs of a human.

He wanted to help them, but he knew that in his current state, he was helpless. Perhaps this was all a bad dream and that he'd wake up, but he knew that this was all too real.

He watched as Anna held an ornate knife above his chest. He knew that Anna was doing her best to try and escape the control that Adelaide had over her, but it didn't look like her attempts were coming to fruition. After all, Adelaide wasn't the type of ghost to release thier stranglehold of a person's mind so easily.

The knife was plunged downward, and Dan shrieked as the metal broke skin, muscle, and who knew what else.

Dan could see that all Anna could do was cry as her tears fell down her cheeks and onto his face. It was somewhat comforting to know that Anna was still in there, even though they both knew that Adelaide was using her to kill him, and that the spectre didn't intend on killing him instantly.

He knew the wound wouldn't be fatal and that it was likely only bearly scratching past his heart. The knife was pulled out slightly to catch just his skin, and was torn downward. His vision blurred and as Anna raised the knife again, he saw blood staining her hands and the dress she had been forced into.

The knife was plunged back in at his chest and was torn horizontally this time. He shrieked, and as he tried to look down at himself, all he saw was a bloody mess.

The grim vivicection continued as Adelaide used Anna's hands to fold over his skin, exposing his ribcage as if he were a corpse on an autopsy table.

He didn't know if it was a miracle or a curse that he was still alive.

Or if it was due to Adelaide's grim surgical prowess that forced him to live through this torture.

Dan couldn't hear himself scream anymore. His throat hurt, and he knew that something was coming out, but he couldn't hear. A nausea had built up in his gut and had made its way to his head, but he couldn't throw up.

He felt a hand dig into his chest and grab his lowest left rib.

There was only a sickening snap as it was tore out of place.

[°��🌹 Chapter 2 🌹•°]

Raha sat at the garage, waiting for the blokes working there to get their asses into gear so she could just sign the paperwork, leave the damn car here, and get to work. Taking the car for its MOT on behalf of her mum, who was flooded with work and whose hours lined up with her being off when all the damn garages were closed, was becoming more hassle than it was bloody worth. Not to mention that some of the guys here had already commented on her tough yet slightly slim figure multiple times, and it was all starting to piss her off.

As she waited, she felt nervous. It felt as if something was terribly terribly wrong. She couldn't put her finger on it, but she knew she had to get somewhere, and soon.

Her phone buzzed in her pocket, and she had received a text from Dan, and one text turned into two.

'How long are you going to be?'

'Anna never clocked out last night.'

These two texts filled her with dread, and then two turned into three.

"Steve clocked out last. I"

It seemed as if Dan had been cut off in the middle of typing.

She had to leave. Now.

"Could ya hurry it up? Yer makin me run late for somethin important. It's an emergency." She said, the Scottish accent she got from her mum contradicting the tan appearance she got from her dad.

She didn't want to say why she had to leave. She didn't know who she could trust.

Nobody seemed to pay her any mind.

"Can I go yet? Hello?" She shouted. She noticed that she was shaking slightly, "I'll sign for anything later. Or better, ya can call me mum. It's her car an she told you I was just bringing the sack of junk in."

"Eh, fine." One of the lads replied, "here's the paperwork."

Raha scowled as she saw the man take the papers out of the printer. They were the exact same sheets of paper she saw when she first walked in. They could have handed these to her at any time. She could have been out of here ages ago. She had taken her own car in for an MOT many times, and she had been able to leave within minutes, but either minutes felt like hours today, or this was the other reason that Anna recommended getting an MOT done at literally any other place than this.

"Thanks." She replied as she filled out the paperwork as fast as possible before turning heel. Her mum would be paying when she picked up the car and that was the one bloody thing anyone had actually understood today.

"I coulda got the certification to do these bloody tests myself in the time it took ya to get the paperwork sorted." She mumbled as she walked out of the building and then ran to work.

Each breath hung heavy in her throat as she sprinted down the road, her work boots making a heavy thud each time they connected with the concrete streets. She knew damn well something was wrong, and she had to find out what it was. Now.

As the concrete under her boots drummed a steady tune, she thought back over the events of the past few days.

They had found that Adelaide - an electrical ghost - had gotten into thier computer systems and seemed to be setting the stage for something.

Mark had been found wearing a rabbit mask similar to Ness's 'Vanny' mask, and had no memory of events that had occured whilst wearing the mask. Inspection of the mask and his face showed that the mask had needle-like components that stuck into his skin like a 555 timer to a PCB.

Stevens memory had larger lapses than usual.

Anna had stayed back that night to sort out the buckets in the basement, as she had always done since the pipes started leaking. But she now knew that Anna hadn't left the building last night.

She had gone to sleep with the awful feeling that Anna hadn't gone home, and Dan's messages had confirmed it.

She had texted him back to say she would be a bit, but her message was never responded to or even read.

That could only mean one thing.

Adelaide had gotten Anna, and probably Dan as well. Mark had probably fallen to her too.

And Adelaide must have been controling Steve.

Her head was pounding as she reached the maintenance firm. She had been running for a solid twenty minutes and she felt fit to collapse, but she had to keep moving whilst she still had adrenaline in her veins, because if her tussle with Mark about a week ago was anything to go by, she was in for one hell of a fight.

She gently opened the door to the maintenance firm.

[°•🌹 Chapter 3 🌹•°]

Scratch marks littered the floor, coming from the break room and trailing towards the basement.

Dan's phone was left cracked on the floor which was littered with spots of blood.

They looked fresh.

"Is this Dan's blood?" She asked herself, crouching by the scene. She had to think fast.

The scratches started in the middle of the break room floor, which was also where most of the blood was.

She had already seen that the scratches lead down to the basement, but she inspected them closer. It at first looked like someone had dragged an endo, but on closer inspection, you'd only get scratches this light if a more rounded chunk of metal was dragged along the floor.

"If they dragged Dan down there, where did the scratches come from. Did he use-" She asked herself before her thinking was cut off by hearing a muffled scream.

"Shit. Now's no time to be a detective."

She bolted to the storage room to find a suitable weapon and set her eyes on a nice length of pipe and a hammer.

She slipped the hammer into her belt and grasped the pipe like a bat before sneaking down the stairs to the basement.

She nudged open the door, hoping that she wasn't noticed, and she saw a gruesome sight.

Anna was in a long cream dress, one she felt she recognised from somewhere, and her face was half obscured by a dainty rabbit mask. Her hair was down and her hands were bloody, one of them inside of Dan's torso.

Dan had been cut open and was lying on a metal workbench, his wrists and ankles shackled - that must have been the cause of the scratches in the break room. Blood had already dripped onto the floor from the slice down his torso, and the only thing that confirmed that Dan was still alive was the shriek he made when Anna's hand swiftly emerged from Dan's torso with one of his ribs in hand.

Mark's face was covered by that damn mask, and he seemed to be collecting the blood, for what purpose, she didn't know.

Steve was standing parallel to her, and had definitely seen her.

She stepped out to fight, and Mark turned his head to stare at her too.

Like a wild animal, he rushed at her, covering the ground between them at speeds she couldn't comprehend.

She swung her pipe, unsure of if she'd hit anything, but the resistance as she followed through on the swing told her otherwise. A scratch had been engraved on Mark's mask where she had hit him, but he didn't seem to be in any pain at all.

Mark reached out and grabbed her arm, dragging her forward into the make-shift ritual site, but she buried her heels in the concrete before they could get very far, and in that moment, she hit him in the ribs with her pipe.

Then she hit him again.

Then she hit him over the head.

And he fell.

Before he had even hit the ground, she grabbed the mask and ripped it off his face. The set of pinprick scars on each side of his face from the first time he had been forced into the mask had become gashes: gashes that she realised that she had a part in making.

There was no time for apologies as she grabbed Mark by the shoulders and pulled him up. He was breathing, and he was dazed, but he was alive and thankfully conscious.

"What... Happened?" Mark's voice was strained and dry. His body was limp, and he was not about to stand on his own.

"Get up. Adelaide still has Anna and Steve, and Dan's probably fucking dead."

Raha finally heard the abject terror in her own voice.

Without waiting for a reply, she set Mark on his feet and thrust the hammer she had picked up into his hands.

"Here. We need to fight."

Mark fumbled with the hammer and almost collapsed in on himself before looking between Raha and the others.

"Right." He tried to nod, but he was still rather dizzy and his head hurt. Even with how fuzzy the memories were despite being as recent as ten seconds ago, he did remember what happened when he was wearing the mask this time, so he knew damn well how servere the situation was.

The duo looked over at the rest of the 'ritual' and nodded in unspoken agreement before dashing towards Anna.

Raha made the first move and swung her metal pipe. Anna caught it with ease, but that was the plan. Mark turned the attack into a pincer strike and struck Anna with the side of the hammer he was given. The strike made a sickening crack and blood pooled into the sleeve of her dress, and it was only then that Mark was able to realise properly that he'd just broken Anna's arm.

But even with the injured arm, Anna was still using it as if it were unbroken.

After bearly sidestepping a stab, Raha delivered a sucker punch to Anna's jaw. She heard a crack as Anna stumbled backwards, but she didn't fall over.

As Anna begun to right her balance, Mark rushed in and ripped the mask of Anna's face in the unspoken final step of thier plan, and Anna collapsed to the ground with a shriek of pain.

The knife clattered on the ground, and both Mark and Steve raced to grab the blade.

As Raha shook Anna awake, she heard Mark scream.

Adelaide, in Steve's body, had grabbed the knife first and was holding it to Marks throat.

"You INTERLOPER!" Adelaide's voice spilled out of Steve's mouth, "I was THIS CLOSE! You surrender now or I'll kill Mark right now!"

Both Anna and Raha slowly clambered to their feet. They both shared the same intention, but what it was was unknown to the rest of the room.

"You're gonna do it anyway!"

Anna's voice rung out as she rushed Adelaide, driving her elbow into Steve's ribs, hoping that the monster in control of him would feel the pain too, and whilst that did cause them to stumble back, it wasn't enough.

"Nice try."

Mark's screams almost drowned out the grotesque sounds of what was only comparable to a bucket overflowing as a knife was plunged into the side of his neck. Blood flowed from the wound, yet was hardly visible on his red jacket and black shirt.

"OH NO YOU FUCKING DON'T!"

A crack of fist against form filled the air as Raha blindsided Adelaide with a punch to Steve's head. In a momentary lapse in control, Steve dropped Mark and backed off, but Adelaide quickly resumed control.

"I'm ok. I don't think it hit anything vital. A second longer though..." Mark's voice was weak, but there. He was alive. And whilst his movements did seem stiff and pained, he was still able to move, but less able to fight. But he was hell bent on helping. "I'll free Dan. You guys save Steve."

Anna shakily picked up Mark's hammer and then turned to Raha. The ladies gave eachother a firm nod before turning to face Steve.

The ladies raised their weapons to attend attack, yet he stayed where he was. Not like a deer in headlights, but instead, someone confident in the fact that the oncoming attacks will not faze them.

Raha's attack landed cleanly on Steve's arm, the fabric staining red, but he didn't seem to notice. After all, his body was just the puppet that Adelaide was using to enact her plan, so why the hell would he respond to an attack he knew was coming. The surprise attack that saved Mark was one thing, but she knew he'd watched her close the gap and attack.

But a pain response wasn't what was needed. They just needed to get Steve on the ground and get Adelaide out.

Anna's attack landed next, the blow garnering the same response of the body showing clear signs of injury, but no movement or change in face to reflect it.

Adelaide's laugh rung out from Steve's throat as a second knife was procured from his belt and he begun to attack.

Metal clashed against metal as Raha blocked the swing with her pipe, and as she went to launch a counter, Steve blocked in a similar way. As Anna launched her own attack, Steve swiftly moved to block it. Raha attempted to capitalise on this opportunity, but was swiftly blocked, just as Anna was.

Despite it being a 2 versus 1, they were evenly matched against the spectre that has hijacked thier friend's body.

Punches and armed attacked were thrown back and forth, but neither side seemed to be gaining ground, yet as the fight drew on, Anna and Raha begun to tire.

Raha went for a punch, but had to fall back to evade the slash of a knife, and Anna's surprise attack didn't fare much better, being replied to by a kick to the gut. Adelaide forced Steve's body to move in unnatural ways as they fought, and the duo feared that Steve was already dead.

The clinking of chains resonated in the basement, but Neither Raha or Anna had time to look back lest they risk being on the end of a ritual dagger.

Raha and Anna were on the defensive now. They turned from attempting to attack to focusing on defecting slashes of the knife with their own weapons. Despite being the two most proficient fighters at the maintenance firm (Ness being on-par with them but ultimately absent today), they could not keep up with a ghost. Adelaide did not tire and did not care for the state of Steve's body.

As a swing of the dagger took a chunk out of Raha's dungarees, grazing the skin below, they realised that they were in dire straits: they wouldn't be able to keep this up for much longer.

As Anna blocked another incoming swing, a look of shock spread across Steve's face. A bloodcurdling scream pierced the air. And a bone had pierced Steve's shoulder.

Steve fell to the ground, and behind him, stood Dan; holding in his internal organs with one hand and his snapped out rib in the other. Whilst Anna and Raha had been fighting, Mark had freed Dan from his bindings, letting the blond sneak up behind Steve to deliver a critical blow.

Steve was down, but this was not over. They still had to get Adelaide out.

Taking the one chance they'd get, Raha, Mark, Anna, and Dan pinned down Steve, and despite Adelaide forcing him to struggle, he stayed down.

"There's a stun gun in the basement closet," Anna panted as she held down one of Steve's legs, "One of us needs to grab it."

"But there's only four of us, and we need to hold him down." Dan shook as he struggled to keep a grip on Steve's arm.

"Who has the weakest grip? And the person closest will cover for them." Mark looked between his colleagues. His breathing was heavy as he tried to keep his wound from bleeding out and keep Steve down.

"Anna?" Raha turned to Anna as she held down Steve's other leg, "your arm's ..."

Anna looked down at her arms. One of them looked normal. The one in the blood caked sleeve, however.

"Its... broken?"

She looked shocked. The adrenaline had been masking the pain, and as it was her non-dominant arm, she didn't notice whilst fighting either.

"I'll go then. Raha, cover me."

With a nod, Raha moved to hold down both of Steve's legs, and Anna shot up and ran to the storage cupboard.

Heart pounding in her chest, sending shockwaves through her head, she rummaged through the contents of the shelves. The unruly sleeves of the costume she had been forced into brushed over the thick layers of dust and kicked up clouds of grey into the air, almost sending Anna into a coughing fit, but she couldn't waste any time. Even though her throat hurt and her nose twitched, she feverishly searched until her fingers brushed against a familiar plastic casing.

Breathing a sigh of relief, she pulled the briefcase to the front of the shelf and opened it: inside was the stun gun she had been looking for, and in the foam insert next to the gun were slots for three charges to be stored.

Only one charge was left.

Loading the stun gun, she took a deep breath and hoped that the stun gun would work; it'd have to.

Stepping back out into the main basement, she was relieved to see that Raha and co were still holding up.

She approached the group, and held up the stun gun. She had it, and had one shot.

She gulped and tried to steady her hands, but she was shaking so much that she didn't even know if she could land this point blank hit.

But she had to. Everyone's lives depended on it.

Because if Adelaide got back up now, they wouldn't be able to get her back down again.

Anna stood over Steve, stun gun in hand, and took a deep breath.

Without a word, she pulled the trigger.

An unknown amount of volts surged out of the old stun gun and into Steve, causing the man to convulse on the ground; thrashing about and flailing, no longer trying to be free, but now trying to withstand the pain.

Two separate shriekes filled the air: the low pained yell from Steve, and the shrill enraged shriek of Adelaide.

Adelaide's screams cut off first and abruptly. She was probably gone. Then Steve's followed, fading out slowly.

Anna kept her fingers tight around the trigger long after everything went silent, and it was the remaining charge finally dissipating which signaled the end.

Steve stopped moving. The whites of his eyes were too red with blood to tell if they had glazed over, but he gazed vacantly at the ceiling. Nobody dared breath as they felt a pit form in thier stomachs.

'is he dead?'

The silent question no-one dared voice, just in case it was true.

But someone was breathing.

Faint, shallow breaths, bearly audible over the sound of blood dripping to the ground from the other two men's wounds.

The fabric of Steve's dress shirt rose and fell, even if only slightly.

He was alive.

Everyone released the breaths they were all too aware that they were holding, and breathed a sigh of relief.

But they couldn't linger for long: survival wasn't guaranteed just yet; grievous injuries needed attention, and fast. A dingy frequently flooded basement was no place to bleed.

"We need to get out of here. But we can't leave anyone alone with Steve, just in case Adelaide isn't gone." Anna glared at the stairs before looking back at her colleagues. "Until we can get a brain scan to confirm weather I drove her out or not, she's a thereat."

"I can still walk. I think Mark can too. We can drag ourselves up, you and Raha can drag Steve up." Dan held the gaping wound in his torso closed like a jacket.

"I'm not letting you walk up those stairs like that."

Anna strode over to Dan and put his free arm over her shoulder. He didn't object, but he did look over at Raha, Mark, and the unconscious Steve.

"So how do we get everyone out?" He asked.

"I'll get Mark and Steve up. You two focus on yourselves." Raha shot back as she pulled Steve up so his arms were draped over her shoulders. Holding Steve in place with one hand, she helped Mark to his feet with the other.

As they approached the stairs, Mark clung to Raha like his life depended on it whilst Raha carried Steve by her side, holding his arm over her shoulder. Anna quickly followed behind, escorting Dan up and out of the basement, keeping one arm around his shoulders to keep him steady, as her other arm hung limp and broken at her side.

The stairs felt as if they took forever to ascend, but once everyone was out and the door was shut they felt the tension in the air dissipate. They were out and the worst was over, but it wasn't completely over yet. Mark and Dan were struggling against the timer of blood loss, nobody knew if Steve would die, and Anna's had a mangled and broken arm.

Anna dashed to her desk to call emergency services. Her hands shook as she fumbled with inputting even the simple number of 911 into the analogue buttons of the number pad, getting blood on the buttons and receiver with each touch.

She held the receiver next to her ear and hoped for a swift reply.

It felt like far too long before someone picked up, but as soon as she was put through to a human, she blurted out "Ursine. We've gotta code ursine. This is Anna, CK animatronic maintenance."

She didn't register what the person on the other end said until the voice switched over to that of a familiar man. "Anna? What happened."

"Steve was the posessed one. Steve was forced to try and kill one of us, but Adelaide went all-out and extra about it and managed to basically mind control two more of us so we'd do the dirty work. Nobody's dead, but we're pretty fucking close."

There was silence on the other end for an excruciating moment, but then there was a swift reply.

"I'll be there shortly with the paranormal department, some officers, and some doctors too. And don't worry, your contractee is getting the ambulance bill."

"Thanks again... Mike..." Anna murmured as she felt the adrenaline fading and the exhaustion setting in. Her arms crashed against the desk as her legs gave out from under her. She felt drowsy as bile filled the back of her throat. She finally felt the pain in her arm, and whilst she tried to keep her cool, she couldn't anymore. She was a shaking mess cradling her mangled arm, trying to dull the pain with pressure, but only making it worse.

She couldn't hear if Mike replied as the receiver was too far away. Less than a metre away, but still too far for her to reach from where she collapsed. She looked back and saw everyone else. They seemed to be doing well.

Minutes passed until the sound of sirens filled the air, alerting the maintenance firm that help had finally arrived.

[°•.🌹 Chapter 4 🌹.•°]

Seeing Anna collapse meant that Raha knew she was the only one left in any kind of the stable condition. She had only suffered minor scratches and bruises during the fights, but everyone else? They had been heavily injured in one way or another. Seeing the emergency services arrive was a relief as it meant that this nightmare would be over soon.

Yet before someone opened the doors to help them, she heard an argument from outside.

"Unless you can do what I've not been able to for the past twenty years and you can arrest a ghost - just the ghost, no unwitting human vessel - then no, you are not bringing handcuffs. Pass them here. All of you. Now."

She recognised the voice as the head of the paranormal department. That man was always so sweet and buddy-buddy with almost everyone, so hearing him so stern was a shocker, even for her.

The doors swung open as Mike strode in, each step taken with haste and purpose, and his face was calm and still. He looked as if he hadn't just chewed out half the police force. Or perhaps the unusually professional demeanor was his 'has just chewed out his workmates' face.

Behind him was his sister: May. In one hand she held a box of medical supplies, and the other was keeping the door from ricocheting into her face.

The twins surveyed the building for a moment before Mike asked, "where's Anna?"

Raha pointed over to where Anna was slumped on the ground. Mike looked over at her and nodded before heading in that direction: she was the one who made the call, and it would be nice to try and move her to the same room as everyone else for when he started asking questions.

May, on the other hand, gunned it towards Mark and Dan. "Who needs seeing too first?" She asked as she tried to assess the injuries each had taken.

"Mark needs help more." Dan stated, "I've just got a big cut and some broken ribs: he's got a knife in his neck. I think that's more pressing."

"And you think your condition isn't?" She said as she begun to solve the puzzle that was the injury in Marks neck.

A handful of other doctors walked in who all bore an insignia similar to the one on May's lab coat, that symbol being her clinic's logo, and they begun to stabilise the conditions of the other maintenance firm employees, assessing Dan, Steve, and Anna's injures and patch them up so that they'd definitely survive the journey to the hospital. The doctor who was seeing to Anna's injures had to dart between rooms for supplies, as Anna was still by her desk where she had collapsed after calling for emergency services. The only one not being seen to was Raha, who was fairly uninjured anyway with nothing more than heavy bruising and a handful of cuts or so.

Mike returned soon after with Anna and the doctor who had been seeing to her arm and helped her sit down alongside her employees (who she always saw more as colleagues than that: she prefers seeing them all as equals to her) before he took out a notepad and begun to ask some questions.

"Could any of you elaborate on what happened in the basement? I want to have as many facts as I can, and Faz Ent' won't foot the hospital bills so easily without a fight."

"It started when we scanned in the circuit boards Fazbear Entertainment sent us. It started when there was a glitch. Foxy went haywire and tried to attack Steve, but Luis jumped in the way." Anna started, going from the beginning, "then, the last board we scanned in had the rest of the virus, and it seemed almost human. After that, we noticed a lot of odd goings on. We soon managed to find out who was in that chip, but we didn't know who she was possessing. After a few minor and internal incidents, we felt like we were close to an answer, but as I was sorting out the buckets in the basement, I was attacked, and a mask was forced onto my face. Things became hazy after that, and I had no control over my body when I had that mask on. Despite the haziness, I remember a set up for some kind of ritual, being forced to stab Dan, but not much else until Raha and Mark tag-teamed to get the mask off my face. I remember everything after that clearly. Fighting Steve to knock him down so we could force Adelaide out. It was scary."

"Alright. Thanks for telling me so much!" Mike nodded with a sweet smile as he turned to Raha.

"Basically what Anna said, but the night she got ganked, she was the last one in the building, at least she was supposed to be." Raha added her side to Anna's story, "We all went home and fell asleep pretty much instantly, so we didn't know that Anna didn't come home until the morning - Dan's text told me that much, about all of us being too asleep to notice. When I got here this morning later than usual - perhaps I can thank the garage for that at least - I saw signs of a fight in the break room, and I saw blood on the floor. I grabbed two weapons, and headed down. Adelaide had managed to control Anna, Mark, and Steve. She was going to have Anna kill Dan. When Adelaide, in Steve's body, saw me, they sent Mark after me. I was able to get his mask off, then we got Anna's mask off. Then Mark got stabbed, but we were eventually able to knock Steve down and Anna grabbed a stun gun and zapped him to try and get rid of Adelaide."

Mike nodded as he finished writing what she had said down with an "ok, I think I'm starting to get the picture." He then turned to face Dan. "Anything you'd like to add?"

Dan nodded. "Anna didn't come home last night. I only noticed when I woke up in the morning and she wasn't there. I... I should have stayed awake and waited for her..." He had to silence himself for a moment to get back on track, talking about what happened instead of lamenting what he could have done, "when I arrived at work in the morning, Mark was the only one there. We all knew that Raha was taking her mum's car for its MOT, and that Luis and Ness would be out on some errand. That meant that Steve and Anna were missing. When I clocked in, I saw that Anna hadn't clocked out, I knew that she had to still be in the building. I had a really bad feeling, so I texted Raha everything that I knew as of then. After that, Steve showed up, and he wasn't acting right. Mark and I pretended not to notice - I don't know what we were hoping for in doing that - but the ghost possessing him seemed like it was done pretending to be Steve, and they attacked Mark and forced a rabbit mask onto his face, and then they..., they..."

Dan's words halted and he grabbed at his wrists, ankles, and neck, hands moving frequently to check to ensure that there was nothing clasped around any of the three locations. His breathing sped up and tears formed in the corners of his eyes as he felt a lump in his throat.

Dan had begun to cry.

"It's ok, you don't need to say anything else," Mike said as he put his notepad in his bag whilst adjusting his sitting position to return the circulation to his legs, "you did great saying that much. Everything's going to be ok."

Mike quickly glanced over at Anna and gave a quick 'help him' glance and side nod, and Anna scooched over to Dan's side.

Anna looked like she was about to speak, but shook her head. Mike didn't know exactly what happened in that basement, but from Anna's unusual outfit, he could tell that she had been at the centre of it somehow. Even though she had told him that Steve was the posessed one, maybe Adelaide had wanted to possess her instead? Perhaps that's what this whole incident was all about: Adelaide getting a host that she found more preferable.

Whilst Mike was mentally solving what was going on and how he could help Dan right now, Anna silently sat with an arm around Dan, seemingly also stuck for what to say. Or was it that she figured it'd be better to say nothing.

After thinking things through, Mike gave a small nod before speaking.

"Look, you're safe now, and everything is going to be ok," Mike's voice was always soft, but he spoke even softer this time, "and thank you so much for the information."

Mike gave a smile before turning to Mark and asking, "What do you remember?" As he took his notepad and pen back out of his bag.

"Well," Mark replied, "Everyone's said most things, so I think I'll just pick up where Dan left off. I actually remember what happened after the mask was shoved onto my face. Everything was fuzzy, like I was under water, and I couldn't control anything that my body did. It was like watching a VR movie." Mark seemed to be shaking, and he looked at the floor before continuing, unable to even think about looking at anyone. "I remember Adelaide, using Steve's body, putting chains around Dan's neck, wrists, and ankles so he couldn't run away. She made me help. My body just moved on its own, and, nothing I tried to think, say, or do came out. I was just a mute puppet at that point. She then made us drag Dan down to the basement, where Anna was. Dan got tossed into a storage crate, and we were made to set things up for her 'ritual', as she called it. It was just a way of creating as much remnant as she could from a group of adults, murder with extra steps made as flashy as possible to cause us as much mental pain as possible. Ghh- !"

Mark clutched his head as if he jad a migraine. The doctor who was previously tending to the wound in his neck seemed to be on high alert, just in case.

"I... I do remember more than this. I ... just don't want to," tears seemed to well up in Mark's eyes also, "it hurts too much..."

"I'm sorry!" Mike exclaimed, "please, don't try and remember any more if you're not ready. You've said more than enough. Thank you."

Mark nodded and took deep breaths, shaking slightly as he did so.

Mike felt bad about inadvertently making the maintenance firm recall such a horrid event so soon after it had happened and made a mental note that he'd make it up to them somehow, but before he made that note a physical one, the front doors swung open.

"What happened?" Luis and Ness rushed to where everyone was seated on the ground and stood starring in shock-horror at the injuries thier colleagues had sustained.

"It seemes like Adelaide finally made her move, and turns out Steve was the posessed one. Fortunately, Raha managed to get here just in time, and it looks like they dealt with it pretty well. Nobody's dead, but Steve seems to be out cold. And, I was called after the incident was resolved." Mike hastily explained and hoped he hadn't missed any details.

Luis and Ness stood in abject horror still, and Ness looked as if she were about to vomit.

"Hey, look. We survived, we're fine!" Anna hastily replied, trying to wave, but wincing as she gave up on moving her damaged arm.

"Yeah, we'll live." Dan added, despite being in probably the worst condition of the bunch, "Besides, imagine what would have happened if you were here. Remember how when she first showed up in the system, you got sick?"

Ness nodded as she leaned on Luis, who was at this point helping her remain upright.

"He probably would have forced a takeover..." Ness replied.

"And then we'd have all been fucked." Mark added with a nod.

"Look, it was for the best we weren't there: it meant that William was far away from here, so they didn't have to deal with double trouble." Luis tried to adjust himself but just had to hold his footing lest both he and Ness fall to the ground, "Besides, we couldn't have known what was going on."

Ness nodded and begun to sit down. Luis noticed and helped her so that they wouldn't both fall to the ground like a sack of bricks.

"Shit happens in this line of work." Anna shrugged, "We've been dealing with Fazbear Entertainment. What were you expecting to eventually happen. A pizza party?"

That remark managed to get a chuckle out of everyone in the room who had any experience with Fazbear Entertainment.

"All you get when working even near them is a pizza pain." Mike added, giggling to himself.

"Yeah. Besides, I've worked with robots my whole life, as does my dad. My whole family has almost been killed by em before, each on separate occasions mind you, dad in 87, Tris around a month ago," Dan moved his hand to his face, subconsciously tracing the scars on his face and neck. "and me? This isn't the first time. About four years back, about a week before I asked Anna if I could start working here. My job before this... No, I don't wanna bring that up again."

"Anyway, moving on, when-" Anna was interrupted by sirens and another set of lights flashed outside the door, these ones pure blue. "Well that answers my question."

"Oh, looks like the ambulance finally showed up," May gave the ambulance a quick glare that screamed 'late' in lieu of her echoing the word out loud, "now let's get you lot to a hospital."

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