Night One
11:50 PM
She had ten minutes until her shift started. So with her infinite wisdom, she opened up the take out bag under her chair and dug inside of it for the ¾ lb cheeseburger covered in ketchup and mayo and bacon. She unwrapped the tin foil and began to eat it.
She had on the regular night guard uniform but with alterations just for her. The fabric had been changed to a different color, now it was a dark purple instead of denim blue. The back of the pants was loosened ever so slightly and there was a hole in the top made for her bushy long tail. The normal night guard hat had been altered too, now two holes in the top for her bushy and pointy ears.
No one ever thought that a half human would work at this place. But she surprised them all. And the fact that this place was desperate was enough for them to basically say, "Fuck it! You're hired!"
So now it was 12:01 AM and she was still digging inside of the bag for her waffle fries. Her long muzzle gave her a small disadvantage for eating but 21 years has given her time to perfect it. She used her long nails to stab a waffle fry in the middle and she opened her sharp teethed jaws to bite down on it.
She began to chew on it and then jumped a little when the phone rang. She was still recovering from the heart attack when the phone cut off at 2 ½ rings and began to play automatically.
"Hello? Oh, Hello!
Uh, I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night. 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 bit overwhelming, but I'm here to tell you: there's nothing to worry about. Uh, you'll do fine, so let's just focus on getting you through your first week, okay?
Uh, let's see... First there's an introductory greeting from the company that I'm supposed to read, eh, it's kind of a legal thing. You know. Um..."
She just rolled her eyes as the guy continued to rattle on in the answering machine. She kicked her feet up on the desk and looked at the space next to her. There was a tablet next to her feet and it was hooked up to a chord that was in the ceiling. That must've been the audio.
"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 discovering that damage or death has occurred, a missing persons report will be filed within 90 days or as soon as property and premises have been thoroughly cleaned and bleached, and the carpets have been replaced-"
Her whole body tensed up at his words and she stared at the phone in fear. "Death?"
"Blah, blah, blah.
Now that might sound bad, I know, but there's really nothing to worry about.
Uh, 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 20 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 we need to show them a little respect, right? Okay."
How could this guy be so damned monotone?! There's actually been deaths in this place?
"So just be aware; the characters do tend to wander a bit. Uh, they're left in some kind of "free-roaming" mode at night, uhh, something about their servos locking up if they get turned off for too long. Uhh, they used to be able to walk around 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, you know?
Uh, now concerning your safety: the only real risk to you as a night watchman here, if any, is the fact that these characters, uh, if they happen to see you after hours, probably won't recognize you as a person. They'll - They'll most likely see you as a metal endoskeleton without its costume on. Now, since that's against the rules here at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza they'll probably try to uh... forcefully stuff you inside a Freddy Fazbear suit.
Um, now that wouldn't be so bad if the suits themselves weren't filled with cross-beams, wiring, and animatronic devices, especially around the facial area, so you can imagine how 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 that would pop out the front of the mask. Yeah, they don't tell you these things when you sign up."
She was shaking now. Her skin under her red orange fur was crawling for sure and she was shivering in the chair. With her doubled fear, she quickly grabbed the tablet and looked at the security cameras. Three animatronics still stood on the stage. No movement… What kind of joke was this guy trying to pull?
"But hey; first day should be a breeze. I'll chat with you tomorrow, uh, check those cameras, and remember to close the doors only if absolutely necessary. Gotta conserve power.
Alright. Good night."
She growled with anger at the guy, her sharp fangs now bared. "What a dick," She said, taking off her hat for a second to scratch her scalp, sliding her long hair back into a ponytail and putting the hat back on.
"That's the cruelest fuckin' joke ever pulled!" She swore and tapped her claws on the table.
It was now 2:44 AM and she was still just sitting at the desk, looking at the table. She checked the tablet again for the power level. Her eyes suddenly went wide. The power level was fine, 83% That isn't what scared her.
There were three animatronics on stage… Now there's only two. The bunny. He was gone.
Bonnie was gone.
3:24 AM
Her whole body was shaking as she flipped through all of the cameras. Bonnie had been found. He was just standing backstage and… Staring into the camera. Almost as if he knew that someone was watching. This was very, very nerve racking. The guy on the phone wasn't kidding. These things really were alive. But… they're gonna try and kill her?
A few minutes went by and she refused to look at the tablet, trying her very damn best to save power. But the urge to look was way too tempting. She quickly picked up the tablet and looked. Bonnie was no longer looking into the camera.
She squeaked in shock and clicked through all of the cameras as fast as possible. Now, Bonnie was in the storage room, under a dim light in the closet. It was dangerously close to her… After about 10 minutes of having the tablet down, she looked again, happy to say that Bonnie hasn't moved yet. But then, the cameras cut out.
She froze in fear and put the tablet down, checking the halls next to her. She looked at both but couldn't see a damn thing. So she flipped on the lights that blinked with weakness. Nothing in the right hallway.
She then checked the left hallway and nearly screamed. Bonnie stood there, almost leaning against the wall and taunting her with his cold, dead stare. She slammed her hand down on the red square above the lights and the door came swishing down with lots of force. The worst part about it all, Bonnie didn't move.
He didn't move at all when she turned on the light. The damned robot just… stared at her. Taunting her. Almost laughing at her!
Shivers coursed throughout her entire body as she sat back down and looked at the tablet. And now? She had one more problem to look at. Only one animatronic was on stage. Chica was gone. She was fucking gone!
"Shit, God no!" She clicked through the entire ray of cameras and stopped on the kitchen. It said CAMERA DISABLED, AUDIO ONLY.
There was a loud banging of pots and pans inside the kitchen. Chica must've been in there. She quickly put down the tablet and flashed the lights in the left hallway. There was no shadow in the hallway so she opened the door and saw the hall was empty. With a deep breath of relief, she sat back down in the chair and rubbed her eyes.
Checking the power, it was now 4:54 AM and she had 52% power left. She was doing really well with it. She switched from camera to camera very rapidly and felt shivers crawl up her spine as she flipped to the camera backstage.
All of the empty costume heads and one of the turned off endoskeletons… they were all facing the camera, looking at it. Her eyes went wide and she quickly switched cameras to the dining room and then back. They were now all back in their original state.
She continued to periodically check the halls and cameras where they were. Chica was now near the restrooms, and she was staring into the camera, her beak opened as if she was shocked she was being watched. Or as if she was ready to bite someone's head off. And then, the camera went out.
She dropped the tablet down on the table and went to the right hallway, flipping the lights on. She screamed and slammed the door down. Chica stood in the window with her beak opened, eyes wide. Her bib said "LET'S EAT!" and that wasn't something she found comfort in seeing.
And for some odd reason, she felt like she was still being watched. She went to the left hallway and flashed the lights. Bonnie stood there like he did before, staring her down. She slammed the door down as fast as she could.
Now she was cornered by two murderous animatronics. It was now 5:38 AM and both Bonnie and Chica were still at the doors. A few more minutes went by and she checked again. They were now both gone. She opened the doors and saw Bonnie in the dining area and Chica was back in the kitchen.
She went back to the camera that was on stage and saw Freddy hadn't moved an inch… Above everything, that's what probably freaked her out the most. All her fears doubled up when she saw her power was down to single digits. Those two fuckers standing outside her doors ate up her power. The power slowly went down.
4… 3… 2… 1…
She screamed at the loud sound. A chime went off outside and she looked at the clock. 6:00 AM.
She made it.
She quickly put the tablet down, grabbed her bag and ran out of the office. The front door to the pizzeria opened and the other night guard, Mike Schmidt, walked inside. He looked at her and there was sorrow written all over his face.
"You're… still alive," It was like he couldn't believe it. And he really couldn't. She leaped forward and grabbed the front of his shirt.
"You're fucking insane! How could you not tell me this?! You think what happened last night was funny?! I almost got killed by murderous robots!" She threw him to the ground.
"C-Calm down…" He looked at her name tag. "Myra, calm down,"
It was clear that she was anything but calm. She was freaking out. Mike reached for Myra's hand but she pulled back. "Don't touch me!"
"Myra, you have to listen to what I need to say… Please," He begged her. Myra crossed her arms and let out a long and overdue sigh.
"Okay… You have 10 minutes. Give me good, long reasons as to why I should continue to work in this squalled hellhole,"