Hi it's me again! I consider this story in my mind to be the polar opposite of my other story, "The Story at Freddy's". Where that story was dark and depressing, I intend this to be somewhat light and happy. I do not own any of these characters, etc. Pacing? What's that! I hope you enjoy this, PIE!
Sincerely, Your Intelligence
Chapter 1
You're not necessarily a bad person. I mean sure you know how to dump a boyfriend and you can cheat on something when needed, but you're by no stretch a bad person. Some people, however, say that you are a horrible person. You really don't get them, if you're such a bad person, why can't they just come to your level. That way no one would be bad or good. Of course then people would say stuff about you like "Oh she's too neutral." or some bullcrap like that. Over the course of a consecutive series of lucky breaks you call your life, You've made about three friends. Actually your life overall has been weird. First you had a whole business with your dad dying (which you don't want to talk about), then there was your appendix literally exploding, and most recently you had your left arm cut off.
Your left arm was kind asking for it. You were in the middle of your favorite place in the world, Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. You go there every so often to feel a sense of nostalgia, or just for some cheap pizza. You went there on a saturday in March, 2014. You were watching one of the shows that was being put on by Freddy and the band, when Foxy burst out of his stage. This was after the Bite of course, so you were curious how he managed to get out. Anyways, he burst out screeching like an angry ostrich, and made a beeline for the stage. You wanted to ask him what all the fuss was about because you were hyped up on caffeine, you decided that the best way to stop him was putting your left arm out in front of him. One swing of a hook later, you was armless and everyone was gone. You bewilderingly stared at the stump where your left arm used to be for a few seconds before blacking out.
The next thing you knew you were in the hospital. You were covered in a bedsheet, and my mom explained everything to you. You had your arm cut off by Foxy, and because it was him that did it, they offered to give you Foxy's arm as a replacement for the crappy robot one they were gonna give you. You lifted the sheet to find that you did have Foxy's arm, but it was the hooked one. This kinda pissed you off, but having a hook was kinda cool. A few days of recovery later, you decided to go back to Freddy's. They had a job offering, and you wanted to check it out. You even put on your favorite shirt, which had a design of (Insert something here). You made sure to comb your (h/c) hair neatly, instead of the frazzled mess it usually boring interview later, you had the job at the night shift. You hate it when things are boring, you just wish that sometimes life would get a little spicing up.
Anyways you walk into the security office at around eleven fifty PM. You hear a message describing how you would be brutally murdered by your childhood heroes, and a single thought crosses your mind.
"What have I gotten myself into?"
As you watch the cameras, you notice something. The animatronics have a faint aura of static around them, like something was jamming your image of them. Handling a tablet with one hand was hard, but at least the touch screen recognized your hook. Your hook arm itself made a mechanical whirring noise whenever it moved, causing a minor annoyance to your ears. Something foul was in the air. It smelled like...burnt meat? Suddenly a very feminine voice echoed throughout the dark halls. "F*** I BURNT THE F***ING PIZZA." Then, another calmer, slower voice. "Calm down Chica, just stay calm." Then the female voice again. "HOW CAN I STAY CALM, WHEN THE SMELL OF BURNT IS F***ING EVERYWHERE!" "I dunno, just think about something you like." "I LIKE UN-BURNT PIZZA, WHICH I GUESS IS TOO MUCH TO ASK! Right, I'm gonna go see if I can kill the night guard. Be right back~" You see Chica...skipping through the halls, which was weird because you would think a METAL chicken would make a lot more noise. You shoot up to close your door, right before a very hyped up, yellow dressed, blonde girl barges in, then looks confused. "Hey, uh, Bonnie? Is there supposed to be a chick (heh) with Foxy's arm in the security room?" "Let me check." Suddenly "Bonnie" was right next to the blonde girl. "Huh. That is weird."
Meanwhile you were sitting in your chair, frozen by a mixture of confusion and sheer terror. "Please don't kill me." you manage to stammer out. "Wait a sec." says the blonde girl, in an overwhelming valley girl accent. This girl was wearing a yellow jacket with a white undershirt, a scarf that read "Let's Eat" in bubble letters, a cream coloured skirt, and some torn stockings with a pair of neon yellow sneakers. "I think I remember you. Did you happen to have an incident with an animatronic fox recently. "Um...yeah. That's how I got this." You raised up your hooked arm to show them. "That's where I remember you from! That also explains why you can actually hear me." "And, why would that be?" Suddenly "Bonnie" was next to you. Now that he was closer, you could get a better look at him. He was wearing a violet tuxedo-vest and red bow-tie, and underneath was a purple dress shirt. He had some out of place black jeans, and a pair of shiny dress shoes.
"Ok dude, basically this is how we see each other. Since you have the arm of Foxy, I guess that means you count as one of us." he said nonchalantly. "Ok then…" You of course take this with caution, but some things he said did seem true. "Hey, um...whatever your name is! Want to go grab some pizza?" Chica asked. "My name is (y/n) and why the sudden friendliness?" "I dunnoo~ Maybe it's because your the first person to see the real me in a while, but maybe it's 'cause your cute." You were slightly alarmed by this "cute" statement, but decided to go grab some pizza. You and Chica walked to the kitchen, and you were heating up a fresh pie when you heard a pirate say "I SMELL ME HOOK!"