FNAF: Requiem with a Birthday CakeRequiem with a Birthday CakeBy Kim McFarlandIt was a dark and stormy night.Lightning flashed and rain pelted the ceiling. The thunderstorm could not be seen from within the building, which had no windows. Thunder growled through the walls, a reminder of the outside world.A figure stepped out of a car. He hastily pulled a pair of boxes that were just large enough to be unwieldy out of the front passenger seat. Bending protectively over the boxes, he dashed to the exit door. After a brief pause to nerve himself, he unlocked the door and stepped in.Nobody was waiting for him. With a silent sigh of relief he closed the door behind himself, but did not shut it completely; he wanted a quick escape route just in case. He'd have to be insane to stay here any longer than he had to.Shoot, he thought, he was insane to come here at all. But there was one thing he felt he had to do. He had worked for six dreadful nights in
The KludgeThe Kludgeby Kim McFarland*****There was a jolt. Life-giving electricity flowed forth, animating its body, rebounding to report the state of each mechanism within it with great precision. Next, instructions came rapid-fire, each directing one particular function. These instructions could not be followed now; it was receiving orders that would guide every future action.It stayed still during the bewildering process. It could not move just yet. Its auditory sensors came back first; it heard voices. Its ocular devices activated, and it opened its eyes to see several people. The pressure sensors came online, and it realized it was lying on its back, which should not be. It tried to get to a normal standing position. The people, alarmed, did something, and its body stopped responding.It could only listen. From their conversation it learned that it had been rebuilt. It would still need more repairs.