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Chapter 01. Welcome to Hell
“Uuugh, that’s the last time I let Gregory have access to Monty mix ... .wait.” A pair of blue eyes slowly opened. The person they belonged to found his vision was hazy, thus it took some time to adjust. When it was finished, the person took note of his environment. It was some alleyway that had seen better days upon first glance. And he heard quite the amount of noise in the air that seemed foreign to him.
"Where… am I?" He voiced before rising to his feet and dusting himself off. “Wait…my hands?” It was then that the person took notice of his hands. “And my voice?” He felt his throat and rather than feeling animatronic steel plating…he felt fur…silky smooth fur. “What…what’s going on?!”
Seeing a flash of something off to the side, the person ran over towards what looked to be a beaten-up vanity that had some grime on it, but still served its purpose, allowing him to get a good look at himself.
“I…what happened to me?!” The young man, Michael Afton, shouted as he took notice of his new appearance.
Michael didn't look human, as he looked like a bear that was made of organic and robotic parts. He had a huge, muscular figure with huge pectorals, broad shoulders, beefy biceps, a thin waist with steel-hard abs, wide hips, and a fat, plump, toned ass, thick thighs. Most of his body was covered in short light brown fur, with his snout, chest, abdomen, and crotch covered in light tan fur. While most of his body seemed organic and natural, he had robotic aspects such as metallic joints and gears at his shoulders, elbows, knees, hips, wrists, ankles, and neck. He had a glowing cyan lightning bolt mark on his chest, as well as a neon blue "mask" going over his eyes that had black sclera and glowing irises. He had a black bear now and a neon blue stripe down the center of his chin. He had round bear ears with a red earring on the left one. His forearms were more metallic with a bright sheen, and his fingers and toes each sported neon blue claws. His only clothes consisted of a set of spiked wristbands, tight gray shorts that did nothing to hide his astonishingly large flaccid cock or his enormous balls, a black bowtie, and a tiny black and cyan top hat.
“I-I’m Freddy? But, how? What happened?! Why do I look like this? Or why do I sound like this?” He wasn’t panicking; he was more confused than anything. “Come on, Michael, think! The last thing I remember was…was.”
The confrontation with Burntrap, his father, William Afton.
He and Gregory had witnessed how the Pizza Plex was beginning to crumble and fall apart; they had to run, they had to escape. Michael/Glamrock Freddy had looked over his shoulder to see Burntrap lumbering after them, those vivid purple eyes burning with rage as he extended his hand in another attempt to try and control Michael’s animatronic body…
But he was stopped, wires snaked down from the ceiling and ensnared Burntrap in their grasp. The wires belonged to The Blob, an amalgamation of different old broken animatronics. Filled not with remnants, but with the echoes of rage and anger from those William had killed, it wouldn’t allow William to escape; it would trap him here with it.
Michael didn’t even feel sorry about watching his father being dragged back into the flames; he deserved it. He turned back, needing to focus on getting Gregory to safety!
There was a thunderous crash, and Gregory screamed as something fell on top of them and everything went dark.
“….the ceiling.” Michael’s eyes widened as he recalled what had happened. “One of the beams from the ceiling! It gave out and fell, I-I moved to get Gregory to safety and…and…” With the sudden memories came clarity. “I died, I actually died!” He ran his hands over his body. “This ain’t an animatronic body, this is me.”
“Hnnngh.”
Freddy’s ears twitched as he turned back towards the alley where he heard the groan. “F-Freddy?” A familiar voice called out to him as someone came stumbling out of the darkness. “I-is that you?”
“Superstar!” Michael dashed over towards the figure and skidded to a stop. “Gregory, are you all….” Freddy’s voice cracked when he took notice of the boy's appearance.
“F-Freddy? What’s wrong?” Much like Michael, Gregory had changed as well. Gregory resembled a fusion between a bear and a rabbit. His body was primarily covered in light brown fur, while his snout, chest, abdomen, and crotch were white. He had a lean figure with a set of wider hips, a fat bubble booty, thick thighs, and his sensitive bits were covered by a pair of short cargo shorts that did nothing to hide the boy's set of large, round balls or outline of his cock. He had a head of short, shaggy brown hair and a pair of heterochromatic eyes, the left having black sclera and purple iris, and the right having blue sclera and a white iris. He had a bear-like snout with a black nose and sharp teeth, as well as a set of bear arms and legs with sharp, clawed hands. Sprouting from his head were a set of long brown rabbit ears with orange tips. He also had a light brown rabbit tail and a set of large rabbit feet with orange toes.
“F-Freddy, you’re kinda creeping me out just looking at me like that. Do I have something in my face?” Freddy tried to get him to stop, but it was too late as Gregory touched his face and gasped as he found that he had touched fur rather than skin. “What? What?!” He took notice of his hands and began looking himself over. “M-my body?! W-what happened to me?! F-Freddy! What’s going on!”
“G-Gregory, I need you to calm down.”
“Calm down? Calm down?! Freddy, look at me! I’m! I’m! I don’t even know what I am! What happened? I-I remember…I…I remember we were running, that thing! It was chasing us! The smoke, the fire, and then… and then…” Gregory trailed off as his pupils shrank. “The ceiling it…it fell..and you grabbed me and…” he’d pieced it together.
“F-Freddy…did…did we die?”
Michael’s heart went out to him; the boy had been through so much and had his whole life ahead of him. And now it had been snatched away from him. ‘All because of him.’ A part of his mind hissed. ‘He just couldn’t die alone, even when he’s defeated, he finds ways to make others miserable.’ So caught up in his thoughts, Freddy didn’t notice how his hands crackled with neon blue electricity, or how his blue eyes ignited with a fiery glow; he missed how the glow sparked along his body and crackled around him in a sudden aura of power.
“F-Freddy?!” The stunned shout from Gregory caught his attention and brought him back into focus. “How did you do that? You were glowing! And you had electricity crackling along your body!”
Freddy looked down at his hand, watching as the neon arcs of power crackled along his hand. He spread his fingers, watching as it crackled and bounced around his fingers and claws. “I-I’m not too sure, superstar.” He answered, but part of him recalled how he and Henry had done some research into the Occult, hours spent diving into books, researching numerous different ways of how to banish spirits from the human world. “But for right now, we need to focus and stick together-!”
“Hey! You two freeze!”
Freddy and Gregory snapped their heads to where they heard shouting. They saw a pair of creatures. One looked like some sort of reptilian creature, a lizard most likely, and another looked like a wolf crossed with a bear. Both were dressed in black suits and holding guns. Freddy was quick to push Gregory behind him as the two approached them.
“Don’t move!” The wolf/bear hybrid snarled, reaching a hand up towards his ear. “Ma’am, we found the source of the disturbance, a couple of civilian sinners.” He said into his earpiece. “What would you have us do?”
As the hybrid was having his discussion with whom Michael assumed to be this creature's boss. “F-Freddy, what should we do?” Gregory whispered, clinging to him.
Michael wasn’t too sure what to do, given how they had no idea where they were or what was going on; he didn’t have too many options on what to do. “Just stay behind me, Gregory. I will protect you.”
“Yes, Ma’am, right away, Ma’am.” The wolf/bear said as he pulled his hand away. “You two, follow us, the boss lady wants to see you.”
Michael knew he should’ve picked up Gregory and run, but considering they had guns and no doubt knew how to use them made him reconsider. “We will, just don’t hurt him.” He said, placing his hand on Gregory as the two of them followed the two armed creatures.
~Scene Break~
“So, you two are the ones who managed to get into my territory.” Gregory was sitting in Michael’s lap with the bear, having one arm around him as the bunny-bear boy lay against him. They were inside an office with an open view into the city below, and seeing the red sky above made them realize they weren’t anywhere they knew. “Now, the question I have is, who are you, and how did you get so close to my personal home?”
The person speaking was the host, and the boss the two men had been talking to.
She was a rather tall, light gray-skinned demon, crowned with a majestic mane of white ankle-length hair with bangs and black streaks that she kept tied up in the shape of large horns by black thin ribbons.
She had a darker-colored area that appeared similar to a regal winged mask decorated around her eyes - beautiful white diamonds amidst a sea of blood.
Her arms and hands are the color of chalk white, with her hands being rather large in proportion to her body, with black nails protruding from them.
The woman's current attire was similar to that of a ballerina: an off-the-shoulder black dress with white buttons and white stripes located down the front and at the rim of the spiked skirt, which includes hot-pink lining. Completing her ensemble were a pair of black waist-length stockings covered by white ballerina shoelaces, and her shoes, a pair of metallic ballet slippers in which she walks on the tips of her toes, speaking marvelous wonders of her well-balanced poise.
She was unknown to Gregory and Michael, Carmilla Carmine.
“Well? How did you manage to get past my security and get on my grounds?” Inquired Carmilla, as it was nearly impossible for any Sinner to enter her private property without permission, every corner of her territory had cameras allowing her to know when and if someone was attempting to break in.
Swallowing a lump in his throat, Michael knew he needed to act. “Ma’am, I understand we are intruding on your property, but you have to understand…we don’t know where we are or what’s going on.” Answered Michael. “You see me and my…my son.” Gregory looked up at him with wide eyes, and for a moment, Carmine’s own eyes widened by a small margin. “We had been attempting to escape from an enemy of ours, and during that time the ceiling had fallen upon us and we had woken up here.”
“I see.” The Arms dealer hummed, threading her fingers together in front of her face to hide the frown she was currently sporting. This story hit too close to home for her liking, a parent attempting to protect their child from harm, and they ended up in hell. “My condolences for you and your son, but to give you an answer as to where you’ve woken up, you’re in hell.”
The look of shock on both their faces was enough for Carmilla to know that neither one of them had been expecting this. Which made sense, Sinners who recently died didn’t exactly know where they were until much later, she’d seen many sinners try and pretend it was a dream acting like they would wake up the next day back in the human world, a few of the souls under her contract had been similar and she found it easier to rip the bandage off and tell them where they were.
“H-hell? You mean this is hell!?” Again, Carmilla’s heart went out to the child who seemed to be shocked at having ended up in hell. “But how? Why?”
“Normally, one comes to hell having sinned in their human lives.” Carmilla watched the bear’s hand clenched into a fist, and she saw the child’s hand go up to where one of his eyes was purple. “Any sin, no matter how small, is enough to cause a human to be damned to this inferno and become a Sinner.”
Carmilla went into further detail about Hell and its hierarchy. Sinners, as they were called, are in the lower-middle levels of Hell's hierarchy, above the three lowest tiers. According to Carmilla, Sinners have known limitations that separate them from the natural Hellborn demons; for instance, all Sinners are confined to the Pride Ring and are unable to traverse through the other rings.
Sinners have the rare privilege of changing their social status by gaining additional power, either by making deals with stronger demons/or taking power by force.
Those who have accumulated enough power through these deals can rise in social status and rise to the next class in the hierarchy, the Overlords.
“If you wish to keep your son safe.” Carmilla continued, having finished her explanation. “Then it is in your best interest to grow strong and become an overlord.” She eyed Michael as he lifted his hand, watching as the arcs of neon blue electricity coursed along his hand and bounced between his fingers. “And from the looks of things, you seem to have some power over you, despite not having a single soul under your command… interesting.”
Michael was silent as he watched the power move along his body. He recalled William’s notes on the supernatural, the times he and Henry had looked into the occult, the usage of Remnant. The power of the soul, he knew he had some of the stuff coursing through his veins, but he never imagined it would give him power.
‘Power to keep us safe.’ His eyes briefly looked down at Gregory, and his arm tightened around him. He’d come to care for the boy more than he imagined he would. His time as Glamrock and helping the boy had been some of the best moments of his life. He had been a shitty older brother, and he had long ago made a promise to himself that if he'd ever had a child of his own, he’d be a better father than William had ever been. ‘And I will keep him safe.’
“Mrs. Carmine.” Michael began only to be silenced when the overlord held up her hand.
“Please, just Carmilla, I haven’t been a Mrs…for some time now.” Michael nodded.
“Carmine, I want to know, is it possible for me to become an overlord?”
Carmilla leaned back in her chair. She had to admit that Michael was an interesting soul. She’d never seen a Sinner outside of someone like Alastor, who could arrive in hell and already have this much power and had yet to make a single soul contract under his belt. Still, he was a fresh Sinner, and while powerful, it had taken any normal Sinner centuries to accumulate enough power and deals to even reach the level of an Overlord, and then the process of becoming one.
‘And yet, he has such power and seeks to use it to protect his own.’ Briefly, Carmilla’s eyes darted to a picture of her daughters. Amassing as much power to protect those you cared for was a reasonable thing in her eyes, but still, she couldn’t just outright give him the information. “What would you give in exchange?” She asked Michael, causing him to narrow his eyes. “Make no mistake, this is hell, boy, one does not dimly get something for free, there is always a price.”
Carmilla leaned forward, resting her elbows on her desk, and narrowed her own eyes back at Michael. “So, I ask again, what could you give in exchange, better yet, what can you do for me?”
“I was a technology expert when I was alive.” Having worked with Henry and studied his father's notes and information, he’d long since developed a skill for technology, especially robotics and the like. “I have skills, and I can prove it to you. Give me a chance to prove it to you. Ask me to make anything and I’ll do it.”
“Very well.” Carmilla would test him. “Lately, several Sinners have been hassling my own daughters, and while I am confident they can take care of themselves, I would like extra security; however, my men are stretched thin.” She stood slowly. “If you can build guards for my daughters and ensure that they are up to snuff, then I will assist in helping you become an overlord.” She extended her hand outwards to him. “Do we have a deal?”
“Freddy,” Gregory said, grabbing at his arm, but Michael’s mind was already made up. To keep his superstar, to keep his son safe, Michael would do this.
“Deal.” He took Carmilla’s hand, and there was a rush of power, arcs of neon blue electrical power coursed along his hand at the same time, white light was crisscrossing along Carmine’s arm. Two sigils appeared beneath them, one looking like a proper circle, with more concentric rings and squares inscribed in it.
At the corners of each ring are the small symbols, and at the center is what looked to be weapons forming a shield; the other one was similar, a proper circle, with more concentric rings and squares inscribed in it. At the corners of each ring are the small arcane letters/symbols, and at the center of it is the visage of Michael’s Freddy’s face.
When the glow died, the two released each other's hands, and Carmilla had a small smile on her face. “Well now, let’s see what you can do.”