Hey guys other guy here.
This is the sequel to After the seventh night! There is a another sequel that I abandoned, I'm sorry about that. But I swear this sequel will not be abandoned. So this story will focus around Mikes animatronics and Friends just like the prequel. One character you will need to know (at least how I see him) Fritz Smith, the killer. He ain't my OC he's in the second game.
Any way, let's get into this.
1986 July 6th
Fritz Smith was not a good man, he tried but life Aways kept him down. It started when his sister died, it was day right before her 21st birthday. Fritz had got a SonyWalkman for her, but his father rang bearing the heart breaking news. His sister had been shot dead in a robbery. Fritz kept the walker man, always keeping her sisters favourite tape in it. Life threw another swing at Fritz's happiness when he was fired from his reasonable job, of manager at chunky cheese. Apparently three dollars was enough for a man to be laid off and most employees pay ducked. His only option was to move towards a family owned chain of pizzerias.
The night watch position at Freddy's was the best he could do. He came in at eleven for his first briefing. "Pouring Rain..." Fritz mumbled. He used is bag to try prevent the heavy rain from soaking him further. Lighting flashed illuminated the weathered sign, Freddy Fazbear's Pizza a land of fun and enchantment. Fritz wondered how old this place was. The doors opened easier then what they looked like they would. Fritz straightened his tie and shook his hat attempting to rink all the water he could from his clothes. A large man dressed like some con man, with matching trench coat and bowler hat. He looked down towards Fritz. "You must be Fritz Smith..." Fritz nodded. "You are 23, I am correct?" "Yes I am." Fritz said offering the man a hand shake. The trench coat man refused with a wave of a hand.
"I am off for some other business, get acquainted with the receptionist." The man strides out the door and into the pouring rain. Fritz was baffled by the swiftness of interview. "He's aways like that..." The young red head girl said, sitting behind the desk. "At least there's someone talkative here." Fritz said playfully. "Fritz." "Mary." The two shook hands. "I got a brief case with company stuff, you'll probably need..." Mary said pulling up the shiny blue case. "Thanks." Fritz lifted the case off the desk. The two caught there gaze together. Mary's blue eyes reflected Fritz's brown head. "Ummm... Your office is... Errr down there, through the party area and down the hall to the left." "Thanks, when's your shift end?" Fritz asked. "12:30" Mary said, "so night, Fritz."
Fritz walked through the party area. Three animatronics stood up on stage, gazing into the empty part area. These animatronics were different from the ones he had seen at Chucky's. They were fully mobile, while Chucky's only moved from hip above. In the corner laid a purple ribboned white box and in the opposite corner a statue like boy holding balloons. A sign held in the other hand cemented the name Balloon boy. Fritz was once again distracted by three on stage. A chicken that looked like it had been designed to look like a perfect women. Fritz was sickened by it. On the right side of stage stood a blue bunny. In the centre was a bear. All of them looked like over the top make up was of the norm.
Fritz finally made his way to the office. It was small with to vents beside him and the large open hallway in front of him. "Not exactly cozy." Fritz lazed back resting the feet on the desk. He rested the brief case on his lap and opened it up. A torch, bat, badge, screen and keys. He fastened the keys to his belt and pinned his badge on the breast pocket. He powered on the screen, a feed from a camera in the party room displayed. He clicked a button and the feed change to the Kid's cove. "What the hell did they do to you?" A white fox rested in a corner. Fritz knew that Animatronics had a costume and a distinct arms and legs. This one didn't, it was a mangle of broken parts. He shuttered imagining what happen form the fox's point of view. All the little hands and fingers digging through your skin and tearing your parts off and jamming them somewhere else. "Poor, guy."
Fritz's heart skipped a beat when the phone rang. He picked up and placed it on his ear. "So Fritz almost forgot to tell you..." It was Mary. "Camera 11 has a remote wind up, just keep it fully winded and you shouldn't need to worry. If a animatronic wonders into your office place the mask on your head." "What mask?" Fritz said checking the first draw. "Third draw down." The purple mask lay right there like she said. "Any way see you in the morning." Mary said. "Bye!" Fritz said hanging up.
3am.
Fritz had his headphones on, clicking through the tape that sat firmly in the Walkman. 12 - 6 was going to be easy at this rate. The music was oddly soothing, the darkness grew and grew until. Fritz slept.
"H-h-h-h-hello." The rabbit said snapping Fritz awake. He pulled on the mask instantly. "I' Bonnie the bunny!" Fritz could feel his own breath reflected in his eyes. Fritz's heart skipped a beat as the animatronic moved forward, closing the gap to mere inches. For a kid friendly animatronic it was doing a fairly good job at scarring Fritz. The stuttering voice box and those plastic eyes certainly made it creepier. Fritz sealed his eyes trying not to look at it. He opened them to watch the blue rabbit walk back into the darkness where it had came from.
Two months later.
"You are sure you know everything on how to repair these?" "Yeah sure!" Fritz assured the engineer. "Just hope you've been listening. Just incase, I left a manual in the repair shop." The engineer said. "Thanks, it will come handy." Fritz waved to the engineer as he left. "Oh yeah, I would change the motor oil in the chicken, it's movement is beginning to cease." He left. "I would get right on it!" Mary yelled from reception. "You know I was going to!" "I know you to well Fritz," Sarcasm was very obvious in her tone. "Any way night!" She called. "Night Mary!" Fritz began dragging the heavy animatronic to the repair shop. Through the parts and service door.
Fritz moaned as he realised he had to hoist the animatronic above the ground. He harnessed the chicken up and pulled it from the ground. "That was easier then I thought." Fritz turned around nearly stepping on the old bunny. He lifted a can of motor oil then placed it beside the chicken. He began to drain the current oil. The clotted motor oil dropped into the pan below the suspended animatronic. "Eww..." Fritz said. He began to hook the can into the rig after he assured himself the motor oil had been changed.
Twang! The support holding up the shelf had snapped. Fritz rushed to support it. A can of motor oil slide from the shelf and cut Fritz's cheek spilling blood onto his collar. The can crushed his foot, causing Fritz to mumble a swear. Hehe, a ghostly voice laughed at Fritz struggling to hold up the shelf. It floated above the shelf, making sure Fritz could see the smile and white eyes. "What the?" The ghost pressed down on the shelf, laughing hysterically. Fritz held out though. The ghost frowned and swiped at Fritz's eye. Fritz pulled his head back, only for the shadowy claw to cut his forehead. Fritz dropped down onto a knee, refusing to give in. The ghost pressed down harder, bringing down the other three selfs above the falling one. The cans split the purple oil over Fritz as they crushed him, slicing his flesh and draining his blood.
He saw a light as he laid in the pool of his blood and the motor oil. It bought a weak smile to Fritz's face as the light changed to his sister. She held a hand out to him beaconing Fritz to come to her. He tried to lift his arm but was to weak. Fritz's sister stopped shinning as the shadowy ghost broke the hope filled image. Fritz's eyes finally closed. The ghost chose to possess the Walkman clipped to Fritz's belt.
"Crap, I left my keys in side..." The engineer said attempting to open his car door. He smelt oil. "Fritz? Did you spill oil?" No response. The engineer checked stage. The chicken was missing from stage meaning Fritz took the engineer's advice. The smell of oil grew stronger and stronger as the engineer got closer to the parts and service room. The stench was so strong, it scared the engineer to enter room. He had to cover his mouth an nose with his shirt. Fritz was lying among the cans and oil blood mix. "Oh shit! Fritz!" The engineer said kneeling down beside Fritz. He shook Fritz. No pulse. The engineer slide up his sleeve.
"You wouldn't want that now would you..." The creepy trench coat man appeared. "A man died, at least call the authorities." The engineer protested. The trench coated Ceo placed a finger on the young engineer. "You call the authorities, I will shift the blame on you." "You have no proof." "My boy, just look at yourself, covered in the blood of Mr Smith." The engineer gazed down to his clothes, stained with Fritz's blood and the motor oil. "It's wrong neither of us are guilty of any thing, the para medics could help him!" "To get to where I am to day I have had to dirty my hands a little, weather you stay on board or not depends on weather you call the authorities. I can have you locked away!" The CEO barked. "Consider this my resignation then..." The engineer stormed through towards the door. The CEO offered one more tease to the young engineer.
"You could aways run so fast, Relyin."