"Hello? Hello, hello!"

Sherlock groaned and tried to move his arm to touch his head because he had a pounding headache, however his arm merely moved less than a centimetre before being stopped by what felt like scratchy rope.

"Uh, I wanted to remind you to take a shower get settled in on your first night"

Sherlock realised someone was talking and listened intently as he began looking around his surroundings.

He was in an old office of some sort, seemed late 80s-90s, he'd determine the actual date later. The wall in front of him had a poster of what looked to be animatronic animals with the word "celebrate!" Slapped onto the top in bright yellow letters. On both his left and right there were two empty doorways (with no door) and a square window on the far side of each one.

In front of him was an old metal desk, underneath was a single speaker and rubbish, on the actual desk there was a computer, some more rubbish; scrumpled up paper balls and an empty fast food cup, there was also an old metal fan, a phone, a clock reading; 12pm and some other things. The desk had only two draws, both on the left side, and both closed and seemingly locked, although he couldn't really tell because he couldn't move his arms.

He looked up at the wall in front of him again and saw some children drawings and what looked like a fake cupcake sat atop another electronic. The walls had a ribbon of checkered wallpaper going around the bottom of them at around shin level and the walls themselves seemed just as aged as the rest of the office, covered in cobwebs of various sizes and shapes. The only light Sherlock had was from a single bulbed light above his head, shedding an unnaturally red light around the room but not lighting up the corridors on either side, which were pitch black.

Sherlock looked down as the guy on the phone continued talking;

"Um, I actually worked in that office before you. I'm...finishing up my last week now as a matter of fact so...I know it can be a little overwhelming, but i'm here to tell you: there's nothing to worry about, uhh, you'll do fine!"

Sherlock snorted, you have got to be kidding "you'll do fine" he was in an abandoned family food place he didn't know, he had been drugged, both his arms, legs and chest were tied down to an office chair, oh yeah and it looked like he was going to be forced to listen to this guy talk for the rest of his life.

"So...let's just focus on getting you through your first week. Ok? Uh...let's see. First there's an introductory greeting from the company i'm supposed to read. Eeh it's kind of a legal thing, you know. 'Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza: a magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life. Fazbear entertainment is not responsible for damage to property or person. Upon the discovery of the damage or death has occurred, a missing person's report will be filed within ninety days or as soon as property and premise have been thoroughly cleaned and bleached and the carpets have been replaced. Blah, blah, blah.'"

By now it was obvious this was a tape recorded before the closure of the establishment, now disclosed as being called 'Freddy Fazbear's Pizza' which sounded familiar for some reason he couldn't quite place, he'd heard of it but it wasn't because of crime or something. Ah yes, that's where he'd heard it, "Five nights at Freddy's" it was that horror game John had played when he was younger and had told Sherlock about that one time, when Sherlock wasn't really listening but you know. Clearly the person behind this was too much of a fan, verging on psychopathic probably, at least he knew a little more about what was going on.

"Now that might sound bad, I know, but there's really nothing to worry about! Uhh, the animatronic characters here do get a bit quirky at night, but do I blame them? No! If I were forced to sing...those same stupid songs for twenty years and I never got a bath? I'd probably be a bit irritable at night too. So remember: these characters hold a special place in the hearts of children and you need to show them a little respect. Right? Ok. So just be aware: the characters do tend to wander a bit. Uhh, they're left with some kind of 'free-roaming mode' at night. Uhhh...something about their servos locking up if they get turned off for too long?"

Sherlock listened intently, assuming that this 'free-roaming' thing about the animatronics was important to whatever twisted real-life version of a horror game he was playing.

"Uhh...they used to wander during the day too, but then there was the bite of '87. Yeah... it's amazing that the human body can live without the frontal lobe, ya know?"

By the sound of that there had probably been some trouble with a faulty animatronic or something that resulted in the the 'bite of '87' which was someone most likely getting the front of their skull bitten of by a metal skeleton in costume that entertained children, not exactly pleasant. He also assumed that '87' was referring to '1987' so he had more of a time period to work with, even if this may just have been all based off a game for some sick fan's entertainment, it was still useful he guessed.

"Now concerning your safety: the only real risk to you as the night watchmen here, if any, is the fact that these characters...uhh, if they happen to see you after hours probably won't recognize you as a person. They'll p-most likely see you as a metal endoskeleton without it's costume on. Now since that's against the rules here at at Freddy Fazzbear's Pizza, they'll probably try to...forcefully stuff you inside a Freddy Fazzbear suit. Um, Now that wouldn't be so bad if the suits themselves weren't filled with crossbeams, wires and animatronic devices especially around the facial area. So, you could imagine having your head forcefully pressed inside one of those could cause a bit of discomfort... and death. Uh, the only parts of you that would likely see the light of day again would be your eyeballs and teeth when the pop out the front of the mask, heh."

The little 'heh' at the end was discomforting to say the least, but at least he knew what he was up against, the objective was probably to survive until the end without getting forcefully stuffed into a suit, which did not sound like something he pleasant all.

"Y-yeah they don't tell you these things when you sign up. But, hey; first day should be a breeze. I'll chat with you tomorrow. Check those cameras, and remember to close the doors only if absolutely necessary. Gotta conserve power. Alright, good night"

There was a click as the recording ended and Sherlock took a second to process everything, that's when he heard a beep and a small digital clock started, it was 2am according to the clock and it was time to begin.

Sherlock looked down and saw under his hands on the chair were several buttons with labels. On his left there were labels regarding a monitor;

•Monitor up

•Monitor down

•Change camera -

•-Change camera

Under Sherlock's right hand were several more buttons;

•east door

•west door

•east corridor light

•west corridor light

So he decided to check the cameras by pressing the monitor button, knowing that the clock signifies a timing element, most likely vital to his survival.

A small monitor flipped on and in front of his face, the camera footage was live but fuzzy, he could see the three animatronics stood on the stage still, they seemed lifeless and he was quite happy for them to stay that way, however the footage was interfered with and the bunny animatronic was completely gone.

Sherlock searched the cameras frantically for the animatronic and found it in the dining area glaring up at him with dead eyes, just standing there among all the little table of foods, it felt...wrong, the way it was staring at him like it was self aware.

Sherlock breathed a sigh of relief but it was short lived as he saw a little metre on the right of his desk go down;

Power:

[——————95% ]

Then he realised this wasn't going to be as easy as shutting some doors for the entire night, he was going to have to time it.

He looked back at the monitor again and saw the bunny was gone, Sherlock was automatically alert and searched the cameras again, the bunny was in the store cupboard looking down at it's feet, that's totally not creepy.

Sherlock was quite content for the bunny to continue sporadically moving about aimlessly as long as it didn't come near his office. As if reading his mind the camera went dead and when it came back on the bunny was gone. Sherlock searched the cameras again but found no sign of it.

He quickly flipped down his monitor and turned on the corridor lights, seeing the bunny animatronic in the corridor, staring at him through the door. Sherlock slammed his palm on the east door button, shutting the door in the stupid animatronics face, which left a couple of agonising minutes later.

Sherlock breathed a sigh of relief before looking down at his power:

Power:

[————76% ]

Sherlock felt his mouth go dry as he forced himself to press the left door button again, lifting it up and making him vulnerable to whatever those things were.

He pressed the monitor button again and flipped through the cameras, his heart rate rising as he turned on the stage room camera and saw that the bear was the only one left on the stage and that the bird had completely gone.

"What the fuck?! Where's the fucking Chicken gone to!?!?" Sherlock yelled as he flicked through the cameras again and again, ending up hearing noises from the one without visual, the kitchen. The sound of pots and pans came to his ears and he realised this had to have been where the damn bird was and he calmed himself, he did not want to be stuffed into a suit any time soon.

Sherlock began to breathe calmly again, which would've been nicer had he not been tied to the chair. He looked at the time on the clock and saw it was almost half four, how long was he even supposed to do this for?

He also glanced at his power and saw It was around 54, how had it gone down that fast? He made the silent decision to put his monitor down for a while before he realised the kitchen was silent, no pots or pans, no clinks of plates, no damn bird.

Sherlock flushed all of his regard for the power down the toilet as he began a frantic search through the cameras again, spamming the button and finding the animatronic he was looking for at the end

west hall. He pressed the light button for the west hall but saw it wasn't near enough to be seen in the window yet. He sighed and tried to calm himself again as he pulled up the monitor, checking it for any sign of the other animatronics moving; the bunny was gone.

"Shit" Sherlock whispered as he flipped through the cameras at hyper speed, finding the animatronic in the east corridor, right next to the camera and staring into his soul. Sherlock checked back on the west corridor and saw the bird was gone.

Sherlock slammed the button for the monitor to go down and the west door button as well, the door came down as Sherlock turned on the light. Half of the birds terrifying face could be seen through the glass, the other half surely staring blankly at the door. Sherlock then checked the east corridor and saw the bunny there. He yelped as he shut the door on the both of them and kept looking left and right as the animatronics didn't move, just stared at him as if begging him to open the door.

The consulting detective checked his power quickly, suddenly remembering the vital function that kept his doors secure and kept him safe from the machines outside;

Power:

[—32% ]

Sherlock sent a desperate glance at the two animatronics at his doors, "please go away come on", after another five minutes the bunny was gone so he hesitantly opened the door;

Power:

[-15% ]

Sherlock glared at the bird animatronic in the west corridor, his annoyance overriding his fear of the machines, "go awayyyyyy... for gods sake! Why are you still here! Look I have ten percent so can you just fuck off!" Sherlock was getting into a heated debate with the silent chicken animatronic as he desperately willed it to leave.

Power:

[5% ]

Sherlock had pretty much accepted his death by this point as he uselessly struggled with his bonds, the light above him flickering and the fan blades slowing to stillness. Sherlock felt his heart pound faster in his chest as the lights and every electronic in the room went out, throwing him into darkness as he heard the doors slide open. He could do nothing to defend himself as he waited for the chicken to get him, however the chicken never came as he sat there motionless.

The sound of a bell ringing and children cheering broke the silence and scared the crap out of him as his clock chimed on six am. Sherlock wasn't sure why the animatronics hadn't gotten him but he was glad for it none the less.

Then just as he was wondering what was actually going to happen next he felt a stinging sensation in the back of his neck and after a couple more seconds he began to feel drowsy, it didn't take a genius to work out that he'd been shot with a tranquilliser dart.

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