(For reference.)
Sam - Mike's kid, Kris's half-brother, sort of hates Kris, solitary & solemn leader of the trio - aged 15
Jackie - Danielle's adopted kid, best friends of both Sam and Kris, keeps the peace despite being a total goof - aged 14
Kris - Alex and Mike's kid, angry at everyone and everything at every time, has a teeny tiny crush on jackie that even she doesn't know about - aged 15 1/2
Decades have passed since the original Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria and its crumble to a savage mess-and also their original team's blossoming. With Alex, Danielle and Mike having families of their own and stories passing through each, what happens when their kids get a bit too adventurous of their parents' origins?
"Oohhh, gnarly, man."
Jackie and Kris shared a look with each other, unimpressed. Sam tried his best not to laugh at their manager's ridiculously stereotypical Californian surfer-dude accent.
"AHHAHhahahah! 'Rite, but in all seriousness, dudes and dudette, I get you're teens and all so I'm puttin' in a lot of trust in you three to do the job. Are you sure you can do it?" Their boss, named Drake, peered in closely at Kris especially.
The dark auburn-haired girl looked up and down at Drake. "What's with the look?" She grunted.
"Well, I mean, I don't want a little lady like you wetting yourself out of fear in there!" Drake let out another obnoxious laugh.
Kris's nostrils flared with rage but she tried to keep her cool. Mostly.
"Dude, you look like a tomato." Jackie whispered subtly in her ear, in which she her head in return. Once enraged, she had a bad habit of turning redder than her mother's hair and not turning pale again for hours at a time.
"Whatever. Eat a dick." She hissed.
Drake suddenly snapped, "Hey! I hope you two are listening. There's some really important stuff coming out of my mouthhole." He said loudly.
Sam inhaled sharply, running a hand through his deep, dark, cave-brown hair. "Don't worry, Mr. Drake. I'm sure they were listening to you nice and clear." He shot a warning glance to his half-sister, Kris, and also to the goofball Jackie.
"A'ight, cool! AHAHAHAHAhahahah!" The beach blonde manager laughed, spit flying from his abnormally wide mouth and onto Kris's jaw. The pretty tawny-haired teen flinched and recoiled back slightly in disgust. "..Ew..." she mumbled, wiping her jaw with her knuckle.
Bouncing upright with an inhumane exuberance, Drake clapped his hands sassily. "Okay, follow me, ladies 'n gents!"
Kris furrowed her brows with distaste. "I'm the only lady he-" she was cut off as a slightly familiar woman with clearly dyed sandy blonde hair slipped into his arm, and waved slightly. "Hii.~" She mewed softly, and planted a faded magenta kiss on Drake's cheek.
Drake rose a brow. "You were saying? Anyway, this is Molly. She's my girl." he winked. "Follow me." his strange jean-blue, lavender tainted eyes flashing with glee as he turned and led them down the hall.
While Jackie stared at everything they walked by and touched everything with his grabby hands and Kris scrolled through her Instagram boredly, Sam actually remained interested in Drake's long speech about the history of the pizzeria as they reached the end of their tour.
"They've made so many dupes and remakes of the crusty old place that almost every piece of history we can get our hands on is either a phony or a shitty excuse of a furry costume from desperate wannabes trying to smuggle their creations into our wonderfully twisted showcase," Drake scoffed. "Thank God Molly's sister used to work at the old pizzeria, or else we would never be able to tell what was real or not!"
Jeez, how old are these people? Way too old, that's for sure. Kris audibly scoffed as she half-listened to the uncool tale, just barely catching on to tidbits of information.
They all flinched as there was a sudden loud CRASH! from around the corner.
"JACKIE, YOU FUCKING MEATBALL!" Kris spat, turning around quickly and darting over along with the rest of the group.
The dark blonde grinned childishly with his signature crooked smile. "...Oops? Sorry?" he offered, reaching forward to clean up the spilled tapes and relics from knocked-over carboard box. His hand was suddenly slapped away by Drake's as the man crumbled to his knees and scooped up the tapes in his arms.
"Hey.. Did we overlook these? Wow! I think these might be legit tapes! Of the music maybe, or- or the animatronic's recorded voices... who knows what's in here, bros!" He laughed like a seal as he stood, eyeing the tapes like a child oogling candy.
"Well, we're done here with the tour anyway. Thank you, for the little accident, Jack-Jack-"
The young teen gaped. "It's Jackie, for your information!"
Drake waved his hand. "Yeah, same-same, breh. Thanks anyway! Come back here no later than 10:00 tomorrow night! Peace!" He waved and giggled like a toddler back at them as his girlfriend led them out. "Exit's just up heee-eeerre!~" Molly called back to them.
Kris shook her head after she heard the exit door close. "Jeez, those people are WEIRD! Ugh, whatever. Come on, guys, let's ditch this place. And remember - not a word to ANY of our parents. Understood?"
Sam snorted and shoved past her with his shoulder. "Sure, mom." he snarled dryly as he sashayed towards the exit. Jackie patted her shoulder and trudged after him quickly.
Letting out a soft sigh, she shook her head and turned her head slightly to the side, down the far hall. She could faintly make out a blinking in the distance of an animatronic they were apparently repairing or rewiring or whatever. She narrowed her eyes; it was daytime but it seemed to be pitch dark in the horror attraction.
Distracted, her eye barely caught something move downwards on the side of the far hall. She was tempted to go and see, but nothing was probably there in the first place, just her imagination; or it was just a mouse. It didn't matter. This place gave her the heebie-jeebies.
"Kris! I'm not getting any younger over here!" Sam called, his voice muffled from the outside of the building.
"I'm coming! Chill! Jeez." The pale bronze-haired girl hissed partially beneath her breath, walking down to the exit. As she put her hand on the push bar, she looked back as she thought she heard a giggle. Perhaps it was just Jackie being a doofus as usual.
This place was fucking weird.
HI HI HIII MY LITTLE LOVELIES! :D I HAVE MISSED YOU SO MUCH!
I know I haven't added on the other one-shots for Friends Don't let Friends do Stupid Jobs, and I really am sorry about that; nor have I updated Dancing with Death. I hope you can find it in you to forgive me! u ~ u
Meanwhile, school has been royally fucking me over, and that's why it's been taking like 900 years. Sorry babes.
I cannot even TELL you how many PMs i've received screaming about FNAF3. People wanting me to continue the second one but also make a sequel to my first FNAF fic and yet make a NEW one about the third one... ughhh.. I hear you all! I do!
So you asked and I delivered (I hope).
I'm now with another new project that I plan on finishing just like I did my first one - the official sequel to Friends Don't let Friends do Stupid Jobs, and it's called Savages. Danielle, Alexandra, and Mike all have had kids. Hell, at some point, Mike and Alex had a kid. But that's a river they crossed long ago and have separated out of fear their children may have become too influenced by their parent's past occupations.
Dummy Mike still misses his poor Alex and had another kid. Turns out his G.F. was cheating on him. Now he and Alex are both single sad pringles.
And lil ol' aromantic asexual Dani said "fuck it" and adopted a child like a fucking boss. You slay booboo.
But being nosy teenagers, Kris, Sam and Jackie found out (obviously) and they want in on the fun, too.
Will they live to find out it's not fun and games at all?
Stick around to find out as this is just the prologue! I love all of you!