Unexpected Family
By alphaguardian16
Hello! Alpha here! So the title is a little different. I had to make some "difficult" calculations and go over a few ideas before continuing this story.
Mike: Trust me… if she hadn't changed what she did then this would've had a storyline that Doctor Who would've been proud of.
Be quiet! You'll give something away!
Mike: *sigh* The only thing she owns in this story is her OC and the insane idea this came from.
Enjoy! Please review!
It all started about two weeks ago. My brother Mike had been moved to the day shift at the pizzeria he was employed at. He mentioned that the manager was still looking for a replacement for the night watch, and I decided to apply for the job. I was fresh out of high school so it wasn't like I had anything else to do. Plus, it sounded easy enough.
I mean, what could go wrong in a place called Freddy Fazbear's Pizza?
When I told Mike my decision, he tried to get me to reconsider. He complained about how tiresome the late hours had been for him. When that didn't make me second guess the job, he turned to the rumors. Mike explained that the place was actually haunted.
According to some people, the animatronics were possessed by the spirits of children that had disappeared during Fazbear's early business days. Whenever someone took the night shift the spirits would become restless and take control of the machines. The night guard would be stalked to the brink of insanity before he or she was dragged back into the Parts and Service room. The next day would reveal their bodies stuffed inside a suit.
I had laughed at the story for what it was: a story created by superstition. It sounded insane coming from my brother's mouth, so I didn't listen.
Now, two weeks later, I'm sitting in the security office of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, scared out of my wits. Those four days worth of phone calls I listened to before my shift did nothing to ease my nerves. I wasn't prepared for this!
The purple bunny, Bonnie, is standing right outside my left door. It's shut so he can't get in, but I hear him knock every now and then. The tablet to control the camera screen footage is tightly clutched to my chest. It acts as a wall that prevents my heart from beating out of my chest.
Clang! Crash!
Chica's in the kitchen from the sound of it.
Checking the footage again, I spot Freddy on the stage. He's turned towards the camera with his shadowed eyes staring back at me. I quickly switch the view to Pirate's Cove and sigh in relief. Foxy hadn't moved from behind his curtain.
It's just past three in the morning and I have less than 50% of power left.
I hadn't listened to Mike back then.
I wish I had now.