Five Nights at Marge's

Night 1

(Hey everybody! Here is the second installment of the Five Nights at Simpson's saga. This time, Marge is taking on the night shift. Will she survive? As the second game is to the first game, this story is actually a prequel to Five Nights at Homer's. I hope you enjoy!)

It was a Mother's Day in Springfield, and while Marge Simpson was at the spa, Homer and the kids where cleaning up the house. They had just finished the kitchen and now where heading toward the attic.

"Alright kids! Just one more room to go and will be done." Homer said.

"Good! My hands are killing me!" Bart complained.

"Oh come on Bart. Don't be such a buzzkill." Lisa said. "Where doing this for Mom."

"Yeah." Homer agreed. "And with all the things your mother does for us, she deserves a day off."

Bart just rolled his eyes and followed his father and sister to the attic. It was old and dusty, as any good attic should be.

"Ok. I'll start dusting that corner over there and you kids start sorting out those boxes."

Bart and Lisa started to take out and sort the various boxes scattered. After about an hour or so, there was only one box left.

"Well, one box left." Lisa said. "I should sort it."

"No way! I wanna sort it!" Bart pushed Lisa.

"Why you little!" Lisa shouted as she strangled Bart. The two began to fight, tipping all the boxes over. Homer overheard the commotion and stopped the kid's tussle just as they knocked down a box, spilling its contents.

"Darn it kids! Can't you guys just learn to get al-AHHHHH!"

"Dad, what's wrong?" Lisa asked.

"It-its-its-FREDDY FAZBEAR AND HIS FURRY FRIENDS OF DOOM!" Homer shouted, pointing behind Bart and Lisa..

The two Simpson children turned around to see the box they knocked over. On its side, the date 1987 was written in red ink. Next to it were three plush animals and a piece of paper. The plushies resembled Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica from Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, the animatronic pizza place that Homer had worked at (and almost lost his life at) last year. Bart picked up the piece of paper and looked it over. It depicted a purple man with a yellow badge.

"What the hell is all this crap?" Bart asked.

"BART! What have I said about profanity?" Homer yelled out.

"Profanity is for losers and people in Rob Zombie movies." Bart said.

"That's right! Now what the fuck is this shit?"

Lisa rolled her eyes at her father's hypocrisy then noticed there was a name in the bottom of the box. It read Marge.

Lisa gasped. "Guys? I think this box belongs to Mom!"

"That's nonsense!" Homer said. "What would Marge be doing with all this Fazbear crap?"

"Why don't we ask her?" Bart said. "She's pulling up right now."

When Marge opened the door to her house after a relaxing day at the spa, the first thing she saw was the rest of her family sitting on the couch with serious looks on their faces.

"Hey everyone! I'm home!" She said as she put down Maggie. "What's wrong?"

Homer and the kids looked at each other before Homer got up and explained to Marge what they found in the attic. Marge's smile faded as Homer told her this. Then she sighed. "I knew this day would come. Alright. Everyone sit down." The Simpsons gathered around the couch.

"I'm sure everyone knows that Homer worked at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria last year."

"Don't remind me." Homer said forlornly.

"But before That Freddy Fazbear's opened in West Springfield, there was another one in east Springfield. I worked there during the summer of 1987."

Homer and the kids gasped at what Marge just said. "It can't be true." Lisa said.

"It is." Marge replied. "It all began one Sunday evening."

"I don't think that would really suit me. Or that. Or that."

Marge finally managed to get the newspaper away from her sleeping dad and was scanning over the classifieds for a job.

"I just don't get it Marge." Selma, Marge's older sister said. "Why would you want to waste your summer doing manual labor?"

"I don't want to give up responsibility just because school is out." Marge repied. Then she looked over the paper and her eyes widened. "How about this place?" Marge showed the paper to Selma. There was a picture of a bear, rabbit and a rather scantily clad bird. They all had blushed cheeks. The rabbit had a guitar and the bird had a cupcake as well as a bib that aid "Let's Party!" A big black line above the picture read "HELP WANTED" and below that, it read "Grand Re-opening!" There was also some text to the right of the picture. It read: Vintage pizzeria given new life. Come be a part the new face of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria! What could go wrong? $100.50 a week! To apply call: 1-555-FAZ-FAZBEAR.

"I don't know Marge." Selma said. "There's something fishy about that ad."

"I'm sorry, did you say something? I was busy on the phone." Marge said with the house phone next to her ear. Selma just grumbled.

The next day, Marge went the pizzeria. The animatronics where just as adorable as in the picture. She met the manger, Mr. Diepie First name Pew, and was hired on the spot. She began work that very night.

Marge liked her new office. It didn't have any doors but was very roomy. Marge was told she would receive a phone call tonight. The phone rang.

"Uh, hello? Hello, hello? Uh, hello and welcome to your new summer job at the new and improved Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. Uh, I'm here to talk you through some of the things you can expect to see during your first week here and to help you get started down this new and exciting career path."

"Oh boy" Marge said, giggling like a school girl.

"Uh, now, I want you to forget anything you may have heard about the old location, you know. Uh, some people still have a somewhat negative impression of the company. Uh... that old restaurant was kind of left to rot for quite a while, but I want to reassure you, Fazbear Entertainment is committed to family fun and above all, safety. They've spent a small fortune on these new animatronics, uh, facial recognition, advanced mobility, they even let them walk around during the day. Isn't that neat? (The man on the phone cleared his throat and continued.) But most importantly, they're all tied into some kind of criminal database, so they can detect a predator a mile away. Heck, we should be paying them to guard you."

Marge just ooooed at that piece of information.

"Uh, now that being said, no new system's without its... kinks. Uh... you're only the second guard to work at that location. Uh, the first guy finished his week, but complained about... conditions. Uh, we switched him over to the day shift, so hey, lucky you, right? Uh mainly he expressed concern that certain characters seemed to move around at night, and even attempted to get into his office. Now, from what we know, that should be impossible. Uh, that restaurant should be the safest place on earth. So while our engineers don't really have an explanation for this, the working theory is that... the robots were never given a proper "night mode". So when it gets quiet, they think they're in the wrong room, so then they go try to find where the people are, and in this case, that's your office. So our temporary solution is this: there's a music box over by the Prize Counter, and it's rigged to be wound up remotely. So just, every once in a while, switch over to the Prize Counter video feed and wind it up for a few seconds. It doesn't seem to affect all of the animatronics, but it does affect... one of them. (The man cleared his throat again.) Uh, and as for the rest of them, we have an even easier solution. You see, there may be a minor glitch in the system, something about robots seeing you as an endoskeleton without his costume on, and wanting to stuff you in a suit, so hey, we've given you an empty Freddy Fazbear head, problem solved! You can put it on anytime, and leave it on for as long as you want. Eventually anything that wandered in, will wander back out."

Marge looked down and noticed that there was indeed a Freddy Fazbear Head sitting on her desk. She put it on. "Kinda bulky." She said to herself.

"Uh, something else worth mentioning is kind of the modern design of the building. You may have noticed there are no doors for you to close, heh. But hey, you have a light! And even though your flashlight can run out of power, the building cannot. So, don't worry about the place going dark. Well, I think that's it. Uh, you should be golden. Uh, check the lights, put on the Freddy head if you need to, uh, keep the music box wound up, piece of cake. Have a good night, and I'll talk to you tomorrow."

"Okay. Bye-bye." Marge said. She was a little more nervous than she was earlier. She checked her cameras to find the rabbit gone.

"Eep! Where did it go?" Marge asked herself in a panic. She began to franticly check the cameras and spotted him in Party Room 3, then he made his way into Party Room 4 where he stared at the camera. Eventually he made his way into the right air vent about to get into the Office. Marge quickly equipped the Fred-Head. The rabbit crawled into the office and stared at Marge for a while before leaving the office. The chicken and the bear also came into Marge's office that night. She was so relieved when 6 a.m. came.

"This going to be harder than I thought."

(First chapter up!)