This is the first of many weird oneshots set in the FNaF universe. Specifically, the Tales universe. I decided to bunch them all together because I can.

You can request a oneshot by PMing me! If you don't have a FanFiction account, you can also request one by going to my Scratch or DeviantArt account and commenting there - they're both called InkyArtz. I will accept oneshots that aren't set in the Tales universe - it's always good to test my abilities, and I love seeing what crazy ideas you guys come up with! However, I will NOT accept crossovers - those will be accepted over in my Writing Prompts story. (Please excuse my obsession with bold letters.)

This one is set in the Redbury location (aka the AfterHours FNaF fan game, which I am slightly addicted to). I will be making oneshots set in each of the locations, with the possible exception of Jolibee's, since I have no idea if anyone's played that on YouTube, or if it's even a fan game.

With that over with, have fun and enjoy!

Boring Days (A FNaF Oneshot)

Life in Redbury was pretty quiet. There were the occasional drug dealers, yes. There were a few break-ins, yes. There may or may not have been a murder spree three towns over.

But Redbury was pretty boring, with the exception of one area. Freddy Fazbear's.

Freddy Fazbear's was a chain notorious for being filled with murderers, unhygienic practices, food poisoning, the occasional rat, and the many, many disappearances of the night guards. Except for this one.

This one was famous because it wasn't filled with those things. Instead, it had sentient animatronics that regularly escaped the restaurant, occasionally stealing a car if they needed to go somewhere fast.

Oh yeah, and they helped the police. More than one crime had been stopped by the giant, hulking mammoths of metal, and the only reward they accepted (or even wanted) was pizza. Which, them living in the only pizzeria in town, was fairly easy to get.

Tonight, however, there was nothing to do in Redbury. In fact, there had been nothing to do for weeks. And everyone was bored, even the night guard, who had been putting up with this shit for months now (he was the only one who'd stayed longer than a week, seeing as all the others were creeped out and/or terrified by the animatronics).

And this is where we begin our tale.

—

Bonnie lays facedown on the floor of the Spare Parts room, with Foxy standing next to him looking slightly confused. "I'm so bored. Literally. This is the most boring town ever."

"I agree." Chica pokes her head in, covered in splashes of tomato sauce. "Even the night guard is bored. And we make sure he's never bored."

Foxy grunts in agreement. Most of Foxy's communication with the others comes in grunts, with the occasional 'Aye' or 'Nay'. It was annoying when they first gained sentiency, but they've gotten used to it by now.

Freddy walks into the room, clearly done with whatever he was doing. "Sorry I'm late. I was trying to figure out what that weird room in the back was for. Turns out it's not used for anything at all."

Bonnie lifts his head off the floor and says, "How long did it take you to find the key?"

"About an hour. Why?" Freddy looks at the various animatronics. "It's not like I had anything else to do…."

"True." Chica nods from her place by the window. "It seems that it's peaceful here for now."

"That leaves the question of what the hell we're gonna do while it's peaceful." Bonnie slams his head back onto the ground. "I literally lifted all the tables off the ground and put them back for two hours. I have no idea what Foxy did, but whatever it was left several bullet holes in the wall. And I'm still bored."

"Aye." Foxy nods. The other three stare at him, amazed by him actually talking, before resuming their conversation. Freddy searches through a drawer, trying to find something that interests him. "I know it's good for the town if it's peaceful, but it still feels weird to actually be bored."

"Yeah. I talked to the night guard. Even he's bored, and he said that that's unusual, since our 'shenanigans' usually keep him occupied." Chica shakes her head. "I don't think they're shenanigans, but that's my opinion, not his."

"Mmm." Bonnie rolls onto his back. "I sorta wish something would happen. Not because I want trouble, just because I'm so bored."

It was at that moment that the door alarm went off. And when I say door alarm, I mean the thing that Bonnie set up after he was done lifting all the tables off the ground and putting them back. Which was a large bell hooked up to a small string, which was stretched across the doorway.

Bonnie sighs. "Be careful what you wish for, I guess…."

—

As Bonnies races for the door with the others, he reflects on his past mistakes (the big ones being stealing a car that was permanently set to a Justin Bieber radio station and accidentally giving one of the night guards a minor heart attack). As soon as he reaches the door, his criminal scanning device (or, as he and Chica call it, the failed criminal radar) kicks in and scans the man standing by the door, holding a struggling child.

William "Purple Guy" Afton

Arrested for five counts of murder and embezzlement, charged not guilty under mysterious circumstances

Vice President of Fazbear Entertainment

The only one who calls him the Purple Guy is Fritz Smith (see file for details), but it's catching on

He sighs. If I hadn't already made up my mind, it's definitely made up now. With one fluid motion, he pulls out the shotgun that he keeps in his endoskeleton. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Freddy pull out his Colt 1911 (almost synchronized with Foxy, who pulls out his at almost the exact same time) and Chica pull out a cupcake and an AK-47. He's never understood why their 'healer' (read: the only one who knows how to cook) has an AK-47, and he doesn't want to know.

William considers something for a second before running out the door, minus one child. Chica bends down to free the child, waving them on.

Meanwhile, in the security office, the night guard (a young man named Derek Farfield) sighs. "Here we go again…."

FIN