Night One
"Hello? Hello! Ciao, and welcome to your new summer job-a at the new and improved Alfred Fazhero's Pizza! Veh, I'm going to talk about some of the things you might see during your first week veh, and I'll help you get started on this new and very exciting-a career path.
"Now, I want-a you to forget anything you may have heard about the old restaurant, veh. Some people still have a, ah, negative impression of the company. Uhm, veh, that old restaurant was left to rot, you know, for a bit. But I want to assure you that Fazhero Entertainment is committed to family fun and above all, lots of safety veh.
"The company has spent-a pretty penny on these new animatronics here, ah, facial recognition, advanced mobility, they even let-a them walk around during the day! Isn't that so cool? But most importantly they're all tied into a criminal database, so they can see bad guys a mile away! It's so exciting! Really, we should be paying them to guard you, heh.
"Veh now, that being said, no new system is without its little bugs-a. You're only the second guard to work here. The first guard had complained about conditions, but was fine, veh! He's on day shift now, so hey! Lucky you! Veh.
"He-a mainly talked about how some characters move around at-a night, veh, and even tried to get to him! Obviously that is impossible, from what-a we know; you are practically working in the safest place on Earth! So while we dunno why they do this, veh working theory is that the robots do not have a 'night mode'? When it gets quiet, they try to find where all the people are, and that just-a happens to be in your office, veh. We have a temporary solution for this! There's a remotely-wound music box in the Prize Corner, so every once in a while veh, wind it up a little and you'll be good! It doesn't affect all of the animatronics but it does affect, uh, one of them.
"Hehe, as for the rest of them, we have an even easier solution! The robots might see you as an endo-skellington without a costume and may try to stuff you in a suit, so veh, we've given you an empty Alfred head! Problem-a solved! You'll be fine with it on all the time! Just don't suffocate-a. Then, anything that wanders in will go right back out-a!
"One more thing I should mention, veh, is the design of the building. There are no doors like in our last location, but veh, at least you have a flashlight! And don't worry about the power cutting out, we have much better generator and things for you, veh! So, I think that's-a it, you should be golden! Remember, check the lights, wind the box, wear the head, it should be a pizza cake! Have a good shift and I'll talk tomorrow veh!"
Gilbert stretched his arms up after the message ended, yawning as he did so. As the odd Italian man said, this would be a piece of cake! While during that whole hours-long lecture the man said some alarming things, Gilbert was totally going to be fine because he was so awesome! The empty Alfred head stared back with black eyes, as if it wished to argue otherwise. The albino frowned at the severed bear head; he wasn't going to have good relations with this one now was he? Anything that opposed his awesomeness was immediately not awesome; he pretended the Alfred head rolling its eyes.
Anyways, during the lecture, Gilbert had taken the time to observe the cameras. The show stage held the smiling faces of the new and blue Toy Yao, the awkwardly transgender Toy Francis, and shiny with rosy cheeks was Alfred Fazhero himself. Their colors were vivid, with seemingly a fresh coat of paint; Gilbert knew himself that their voices were melodious and a little accented. Away from the other 'new faces of fun' was the failed attempt to create a friendly Arthur. The twitching thing had several names: Toy Arthur, Oliver, and most commonly, the Mangle. Gilbert deemed it to be very much un-awesome. There was two other sort of misfit animatronics that the albino had seen on previous visits: Balloon Boy and the Puppet. Both are quite odd to be honest; they weren't present in the previous location, but nevertheless are here now.
Upon thinking about the Puppet thing, Gilbert remembered to wind the box. Anyways, apart from the main robots were the ones in the Parts/Service camera feed which the guard had never seen before in his life. They looked like dismantled abominations compared to the shiny Toys; Gilbert hoped sincerely that those guys didn't work or moved or anything. That would just be… Completely un-awesome. And terrifying.
Gilbert rolled his eyes; those things definitely didn't move, what was he thinking? But, unfortunately a certain blue rabbit did move. The night guard's heart nearly skipped a beat when Yao nonchalantly began playing his guitar in one of the party rooms. He could faintly hear the tune of the instrument from deep within the front hall. But that was alright, he thought to himself, as long as the rabbit didn't murderize him he'd be totally fine! Plus the rosy cheeks, eyelashes, and ponytail made the bunny not intimidating; maybe Gilbert should reconsider who was the transgender one. He smiled cockily to himself, laughing at his own jokes when no one else was there. The stupid Alfred head rolled its eyes at him again.
The hours went past quite slowly; the only time he nearly received a heart attack was when a beak-less, eye-less French chicken appeared in his front hallway. Vould you like a cupcake, mon cherie? It said mockingly, at least in Gilbert's imagination it did. Another time Gil got a near heart attack was when that stupid Yao had the audacity to crawl into the vent and nearly made him crap his pants. As the Italian man had said though, the way to avoid them was to wear the annoying Alfred head that smelled of sweat. Sooner or later the rabbit and chicken went off their separate ways. For some reason, Toy Alfred was too shy to step off the stage; perhaps the albino's awesome was too intimidating for the shy bear. After a few more hours, Gilbert passed the test of the first night with flying colors. What the second night would bring was beyond him.
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It was a rather stressful day for the sole performer of Fredbear's Family Diner; children screaming for more, more, more! It was enough to get on his nerves. And what was up with that poor child crying just outside? Someone had to get that kid to go home, something bad could happen to him! And something bad did. In the corner of the performer's vision he could see a dark colored car pull up to the diner, a tall, robust man getting out, looking at the child curiously. Ah, the father had arrived, thought the performer. But as it happened, the man in the bear suit's steps slowed. He froze, his mind solely focused on the scene happening just outside the restaurant, the other brats' screams drowned out by the atrocity, the blood. With a flash of purple the tall man outside was gone, leaving only the still corpse of the crying child splattered on the sidewalk.
HAHAHAHAHAA, that was a great chapter wasn't it? It freaking was shuddup, it was awesome. I mean don't shut up, your criticism is much appreciated! :D Feel free to theorize with a review~!