I'm not sure if I want to continue Corrupted Wonderland, so right now I'm experimenting with a different story.
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Word Count: 974
October 17, 2023.
As rain poured down onto the streets, a figure walked through the streets. She approached an old, broken down looking building.
Above the door, in big, bold letters, it said, "Freddy Fazbear's Pizza!" The lights in the letters were flickering out. The paint on the building was peeling, and the windows were covered in dust.
Sighing, the girl walked forward, pushing the door open. The inside was even worse than the outside. Tables and chairs were knocked over, food was left on the ones still standing. Posters were falling on the floor. The worst, however, were the animatronics on stage.
There were three, as expected. Standing on the stage, they stared down at the girl, eyes glowing.
"Okay, calm down Nova. They're not staring at you. They're just robots, they can't stare. They were just left like that," the girl muttered to herself, turning around and heading to her office.
The attempt at reassurance didn't help. She'd lived in this town her whole life, she knew about the rumors. Dead children, dead guards, murderous robots. There were stories about old employees catching glimpses of children, eyeless and covered in blood before just disappearing into thin air. There were stories of employees walking into work to find animatronics almost destroyed, with another one who had been in a different room entirely standing nearby. Old night guards and cooks had had to get therapy after working for little more than a week.
"Jesus Christ, Nova, quit fucking thinking about that!" She snapped, shaking her head.
Stomping into her office, she dropped into the chair. Pulling out her phone, the woman checked the time. It was 12:01, so she was right on time.
Sitting up, she pulled the chair toward the desk. She picked up the tablet sitting on the table. It had the camera system open, and with mild interest, she swiped through the different rooms.
She shrieked when she heard a phone ring. Fumbling, she checked to see if it was her's. When she saw it wasn't, she whipped her head around, looking for the source, before her eyes landed on an old office phone placed on the corner of the desk.
After a moment of hesitation, she reached over and answered. Immediately, a voice filled up the room. She kept an ear open as she grabbed the tablet again.
"Hello? Uh, yes, hello! Now, I thought I would record a message to help you with your new job! Keep the tradition going, ya know? Anyway, congrats on getting the job! I'm sure you'll love it here. So, I just wanted to give you a few words of advice to make this change a little easier.
"Okay, so, uh, you're the night guard! That means you're basically being paid to watch a bunch of robots on a screen. Easy, right? It is, don't worry.
"However, there are a few weird things you should know about… The animatronics tend to get a little wild at night. Something about their joints locking up or something. So, uh, keep an eye out for them moving around, okay? They might try and get in the office, but it's just because they wanna meet you! I mean, I'd want to know who the new guy is, too.
"Just use the cameras to keep an eye on them. If they get to the door, though, you won't be able to see them on the camera. If you can't find anyone, use the buttons on your left and right to check through the window. If they're there, use the 'close door' buttons. The boss doesn't want them getting in. Worried they'll break the tablet, ya know?
"But, uh, yeah! That's about it, I think… Uh, I guess I'll talk to you some other time. Good luck!"
The phone call only lasted about three minutes, but it was enough for Nova to disappear from the room.
Outside the office, two figures stood, glaring into the room. Bonnie stomped into the room, looking around.
"Wher-e is she?" He growled. "Freddy's gon-na kill u-s."
His voice cut off was choppy, static slipping into his speech. His right eye flickered as he spoke, and the fabric on his paws tore more as he clenched his fist.
"Se-ems like G-G-Golden got here fir-irst," Chica hissed, looking around.
Her voice was in even worse condition, though both her eyes were in good condition and there weren't nearly as many tears and holes in her.
"Come o-n," the rabbit muttered, shoving the chair away so hard it left a dent in the wall. "Golden can de-al with Freddy."
The two marched out of the office, bracing themselves for their leader's rage.
"Wh-ere is-s she?!" Freddy roared as soon as he caught sight of the two.
"Golde-e-en got her-r before we di-d," Chica reported.
"We sh-ould've just caught he-r when she arrive-d," Bonnie pointed out, but Freddy's glare shut him up before he continued.
Leaping off the stage, the bear stalked over to the two.
"Fi-i-nd him. Bring him he-re," he snarled, and Bonnie nodded.
"Wait- h-h-ow do you expe-ct us to get him-m here?" Chica asked, eyes wide.
It was a well known fact that Golden Freddy was the most powerful thing in the pizzeria. He was probably even more powerful than Marionette was, to be honest. The only reason Freddy controlled the restaurant was because Golden was passive. If he wanted to, he could easily overthrow Freddy and take over.
"I don't-t care! Dump-p sa-lt in his suit if-f you have to!" The bear growled, and Chica nodded before his anger grew.
The two darted away before he continued, and the bear whipped around, heading back on the stage.
Freddy pulled out an old knife lying under the curtains. Running his paw over it, he narrowed his eyes.
"And she better still be alive…"