This is the story of five children who were dead by dawn.
Or is it? Perhaps it's the story of a terrified night guard at a children's restaurant, or a child who is long dead. Maybe it's the story of an engineer with a terrible fate, or a family torn apart by misfortune. Maybe it's the story of a murderer, or the story of two unfortunate workers who really shouldn't have been working for minimum wage.
More likely it's just me indulging myself in some FNaF fan fiction. In fact, that's exactly what it is, so let's start at the beginning….the murder and the workers.
Part the First: Murder in the Pizzeria and Misfortune's Strike
It's a beautiful Monday morning. A fairly small pizzeria is packed to the brim; it's a school holiday, and a birthday party is happening. A cheerful song is playing, and two workers stand in mascot costumes, and unnoticed by a table of five, a man dressed in purple wearing a badge stands near the Parts and Service room. He's the type of guy that always looks trustworthy, always looks like he can keep a secret.
Sometimes, that's not a good thing. This is one of those times. We'll get to that. For now, we will cut away to the two workers.
Two workers are wearing mascot costumes (I think I mentioned that already). One is in a bear costume, the other in a rabbit costume. Both costumes are yellow, and both are springlock costumes. The workers themselves are working for minimum wage, and are definitely not happy about that.
As the song winds down, they head towards the back room, known by the employees as the break room and known to the company as the Safe Room. (Pretty much all of the employees think that's a stupid name, but won't complain at the risk of losing their job.) They chat as they do, talking about everything and nothing, completely oblivious about their fate.
As they enter the room, they completely ignore everything telling them to get the hell out of there and run away. Instead, they walk over to the security guard, the same guy who was lurking by the table a few minutes ago. They give him their cards, and he opens the door while handing them their cards back. "Have a good day."
"You too."
They have no idea what's going to happen.
When they open the door, a bucket of water (so cleverly put there by the guard) spills over them. Annoyed, the one in the bear costume heads towards the towels, the other following close behind him.
They make it about halfway before the springlocks in their costumes trip, slashing deep cuts across them. Seconds later (seconds in which the rabbit manages to reach the bear before collapsing on top of him), the animatronic parts crush them. They die without a sound, unable to cry out (whether in pain or for help) because their vocal cords are slashed.
Outside, the guard smiles. My work is done, for today.
Even farther away, a group of children force another child - a smaller child - up to one of the animatronics. His head accidentally gets pushed in between the jaws of the animatronic, and they close with a crunch and a cry of pain. He will not live to see his next birthday.
The next day, a family (minus one member) cries. The world takes no notice, and the day is one of the best in a while. At least, for some people. Including that one person….
The same purple guard stands by a new table. Five children sit at it, taking no notice of the guard. He listens, taking notice of one smallish boy who loudly proclaims that Foxy is his favorite animatronic. Then he moves on, going to table to table and taking notice of one child at each. A brown-haired boy carrying a Freddy plush, with unusual blue eyes. A girl who plays guitar for the people at her table. A boy with blond hair and a rather large pocketknife. A girl who mentions that she has chickens and they lay eggs.
He marks them down and smiles.