Author's Note: So, I am not really turning this into a thing on my fanfiction list, so far I have only a one shot in mind with each animatronic being more humanized in the sense that they have more human features; while still retaining certain aspects of the animal parts. They will still be robots, but will fully believe they are human; at night at least, except for Freddy; who knows he is a robot/cyborg and knows why the group have a consciousness. Note that there will be references and much stuff based upon the "lore" and "myths" hidden in the game. I might make this thing longer, I might not, I also might make a one shot of the game's sequel when it comes out and after I learn how the game plays and its possible updated lore. Who knows? I am simply taking a break from everything, taking a fresh breath on everything. It wont be forever, I swear my graveyard Ghost's and Ghouls.
The brunette flipped through the newspaper, eyes scanning the classifieds in hopes that there would be an easy job with a not so hovel pay. He needed money quite desperately if he was to pay rent, keep himself nourished and start a savings reserve for college. That's when his eyes spotted the article for a spot as a night guard. The picture was a colored image; against a black and white background, of a light brown haired and fair-skinned boy; done up in a long and teased spiked style, with light brown, mechanical bear ears jutting out clear as day just above where human ears would be. He wore a snazzy brown vest covering a white undershirt that had sleeves going down about five inches from where the vest cut off and to his waist. Around his neck was a neat red bow tie and on top his head was a fancy top hat with a stripe near the bottom colored like the fake fur on his mechanical ears and in his right hand was a microphone. However, the most striking thing about this automaton was his eyes, large orbs of white with a hue of neon blue in the center; blemished only by a black dot right in the middle of the iris. These eyes looked alive, yet dead, soulful, yet soulless, here, yet not at the same time. It unnerved the brunette to his very core, making him shudder something fierce with a chill sprawling up his spine; playing it like a xylophone.
Underneath the picture was the title in big, colorful letters, "Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria looking for Night Guard, wage of fifteen dollars an hour from twelve pm to six am, payment given at the end of every Friday. Come to..." then the address of the pizzeria. Sounds good... he pondered with disturbed curiosity, pays not completely crap, I suppose... hours are a bit shitty, but I can focus on daytime things as long as I sleep right after I get home from work... what could be the harm? I mean, it's just a kid's pizzeria. With that, he reached over and pulled out a red pen from his bedside night-stand; circling the job in a large and red circle.
Saturday and Sunday passed uneventfully, a few of the staff members of the pizzeria sat at a table closest to the exit of the party room. The women; dressed in the employee's uniform consisting of a pair of multi-colored striped pants with an equally ridiculous red shirt that had her name tag on it, was Jamie. Jamie held her head in the palm of her hand, tracing invisible figure eights on the cheap white cloth covered table with the other. A huff passed her lips as her eyes shifted to the three other staff members-Clyde, Johnson and Marie, with an agitated gaze. She continued this pattern meticulously for a moment more, before raising a curled fist and ramming it down onto the cloth covered wooden table; causing her workmates to jump in fright.
"Why do we haft to stay here and wait for the goddamned new guy?!" She groaned for the thirtieth time; after the manager told them to stay behind until the new security guard arrived to show him around.
Johnson sighed in annoyance, tired of his coworker's irksome complaining. The new guy applied for the job two days ago, last Friday, and now; it being Monday, he was suppose to be here at nine pm so they could give him a rundown of what he'd be doing and where he'd be doing it. That was two hours and forty-five minutes ago, and it was getting close to ... that time. All four employees were nervous, there was no denying that. For they had been told to never stay past twelve in the building, that it was a violation of the code. But that wasn't the real reason they were afraid, no, it wasn't till hearing of the bite of '87 and the recent disappearances of the night guards, strange smells and odd liquids coating the floor and the spare automaton's costumes; being told to NEVER look inside of the suits when they cleaned the mess up, did the employees really start questioning what the place was like after dark. Marie looked nervously from the peeved Johnson to the irate Jamie, hoping they wouldn't start arguing again. She did so hate it when her friends argued.
"Look, Jamie..." Johnson choked out, trying to keep his annoyance from slipping into his voice, "we were told to fucking wait till the man gets here and by god, we are going to do, just. that...!"
"But, why?! Why I ask you! It is fifteen fucking minutes till that time and god knows I ain't waiting here to have whatever those... things" she spat pointing towards the closed curtain of the nearby stage, "do to the damn night guards here to me!"
"So what? You plan on leaving Marie, Clyde and myself here alone? Some friend you are."
"Guys, can we please not fight? We're all just a little nervous... right, Clyde?" Marie questioned, looking hopefully towards Clyde.
Clyde stared at her for a moment before giving a soft shrug.
That's when they heard the front door of the establishment open. Quite happily, each one of the four raced to see the new guy; glad as all heck to finally leave this forsaken building.
Mike drove up and parked out in the front of the odd building. It had a large neon sign that; while turned off, still had a soft iridescent glow of a multitude of colors; just like the advertisement. Besides that, the entire façade of the building practically gave off an aura of deterioration since the `50's. The building's bricks were chipped, a few letters would spark and cut out for a moment, the paint was chipped, etc. As if whatever divine entity was hell-bent on giving him a reason not to continue forwards, the sky darkened even more than it had been, a flash of lightning striking the air in the distance with a resulting crack of thunder; not to long till the rain followed in its footsteps. It was pouring cats and dogs and he quite quickly became soaked straight down to the bones; completely drenching the light blue guard uniform and guard hat the company sent him prior to the man's arrival. He sighed softly before walking in, a soft squelching following his footsteps.
Not long after entering did Mike met four of the staff. They appeared quite nervous, if not terrified about something and proceeded to give a rather hasty run down of what his job was. He was to simply watch the cameras of the building, while watching the automatons that were now backstage-concealed by the stage's large purplish curtain. The entire building looked run down and old, like it had too limited of a budget to truly keep it speck and span twenty-four-seven. They simply showed him where the four; not just three, robots were located, showed him his office, then quite hurriedly escaped the building just as the clock turned to 12:00 pm. Mike scratched his head in confusion to their erratic and scared behavior, but he didn't have much time to think or even care. He had a job to do.
The First Night at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria
12:01 pm, March 21st, 1994
The office was more "extravagant" than he anticipated for a place that seemed to be so cheap, that it couldn't even keep its own building from losing every scrap of respect. His work space was small, enough room for about three people to stand shoulder to shoulder in and there still barely be enough space. There were two doors, each with two buttons opposite of the other; one button labeled lights and the one below it door, apparently they could afford such high-tech metal doors; which had to be resistance to explosives to a degree, and yet couldn't afford to keep the building tidy. Inside it was a desk with crumbled up papers, a drink or two, a non-functioning computer tucked away into the corner the table was pressed up against, a few papers and pencils, other office supplies, a rolling office chair, a florescent light hung limply by a black cord strung up to the roof, a phone with a yellow sticky note stuck to it, but the most interesting of all, a portable tablet. It was smooth, clean and pristine with its black and inactive screen.
With a squishy slap, Mike took a seat on the measly office chair; sighing in aggravation. He detested water and the rain, especially when it drenched him like this. It made him feel weird and generally uncomfortable. He took off the security guard's hat and wrung it out over the dirty floor, then plopped it on the odd table. He proceeded to do that with his shirt and the pants for a moment; trying to make it a tad bit easier to sit in them, before putting them back on. But, the damage had been done and now the seat was irritably wet. Great... this is gonna be a fun night, he thought exasperatedly; drawing out each vowel.
Mike turned his attention to the telephone and its sticky note. It read, "pick up for instructions" and despite how the four employees gave an "explanation" of what his job was and how it works, this sounded quite useful. He hesitantly reached out and picked up the phone; putting it to his ear while holding it with his left shoulder. At the same time he used his free hands to pick up the tablet. There was a soft droning sound before a recorded message began playing. It was of a man, speaking in a monotone voice, almost bored actually.
"Hello, hello? Uh, I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night. Um, I actually worked in that office before you. I'm finishing up my last week now, as a matter of fact. So, I know it can be a bit overwhelming, but I'm here to tell you there's nothing to worry about. Uh, you'll do fine. So, let's just focus on getting you through your first week. Okay?" He spoke with general kindness... in a sense.
He held his middle finger on the power button, then when the screen lit up with a light blue background with a single icon titled, "Camera Feeds". He proceeded to tap his index finger onto the icon in a droll-like state as he listened to the man speaking. The icon disappeared and the screen flickered to a bit of static snow as a loading symbol appeared in the middle of the screen.
"Uh, let's see, first there's an introductory greeting from the company that I'm supposed to read. Uh, it's kind of a legal thing, you know. Um, "Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. A magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life. Fazbear Entertainment is not responsible for damage to property or person. Upon discovering that damage or death has occurred, a missing person report will be filed within 90 days, or as soon property and premises have been thoroughly cleaned and bleached, and the carpets have been replaced."
The brunette raised an eyebrow in suspicion, how would he get hurt? This was a kid's pizzeria with robots that sing and talk for god's sake, what could be so dangerous? Sure... I mean it is pretty dirty a-and the place isn't exactly the safest looking building in the world... but, come on, why would all those measures be necessary, he pondered as the tablet remained in its loading state. He heard a few odd noises coming from behind his officer, odd laughter that was as deep as trench and gravely as one too, it seemed to come from no where. However, it spooked him enough to sit the tablet down on the table, hold the phone to his ear, and roll towards the left door, then the right; turning on each's light. He gazed down the dark hall ways that were barely illuminated by the faulty lightning that flickered above the doorway. My be my imagination... he thought.
"Blah blah blah, now that might sound bad, I know, but there's really nothing to worry about. Uh, the animatronic characters here do get a bit quirky at night, but do I blame them? No. If I were forced to sing those same stupid songs for twenty years and I never got a bath? I'd probably be a bit irritable at night too. So, remember, these characters hold a special place in the hearts of children and we need to show them a little respect, right? Okay."
"Quirky...? Their programmed robots welded to the ground for Christ's sake. How can they be quirky, not like they're alive." He mumbled quietly as he rolled back up to his desk; picking up the now loaded tablet. The screen was a light gray with naval blue lines outlining the entire facility with square markers tilted "Camera One", "Camera Two", Three, Four, all the way up to ten total cameras. Had some extra cash to buy this, yet not a janitor, Jesus... thought the man. There appeared to two cameras in each hallway that connected with the security room, one in the kitchen, one in the bathrooms; which was kind of illegal, one in the party room, one near the stage, one in the supply closet, one in a place called pirate's cove and the last in a place called a workshop for the robots. It was an odd layout and looked very inefficiently placed.
"So, just be aware, the characters do tend to wander a bit. Uh, they're left in some kind of free roaming mode at night. Uh...Something about their servos locking up if they get turned off for too long. Uh, they used to be allowed to walk around during the day too. But then there was The Bite of '87. Yeah. I-It's amazing that the human body can live without the frontal lobe, you know?"
This statement caused his eyes to widen, even stop him while in mid-click of the camera near the stage. He took a pause, a long moment to consider the words. The bite of '87...? What could that mean... he wondered. He sat the tablet down and held the phone closer to his ear and listened with the up-most focus. He made a note of each word and gave it genuine thought. He figured that he'd wait till he finished speaking before doing anything else. Best to know all of this stuff right away, rather than later... thought Mike.
"Uh, now concerning your safety, the only real risk to you as a night watchman here, if any, is the fact that these characters, uh, if they happen to see you after hours probably won't recognize you as a person. They'll p-most likely see you as a metal endoskeleton without its costume on. Now since that's against the rules here at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, they'll probably try to...forcefully stuff you inside a Freddy Fazbear suit. Um, now, that wouldn't be so bad if the suits themselves weren't filled with crossbeams, wires, and animatronic devices, especially around the facial area. So, you could imagine how having your head forcefully pressed inside one of those could cause a bit of discomfort...and death. Uh, the only parts of you that would likely see the light of day again would be your eyeballs and teeth when they pop out the front of the mask, heh."
"Y-Yeah, they don't tell you these things when you sign up. But hey, first day should be a breeze. I'll chat with you tomorrow. Uh, check those cameras, and remember to close the doors only if absolutely necessary. Gotta conserve power. Alright, good night."
The man hesitantly placed the phone back into its rightful position, picking up the tablet with a rather disturbed mind. His own imagination was betraying his rationality, simply trying to imagine what the visual image of what the night guard describe would look like; practically making him dry heave. Mike wanted to take his mind off the thought, so he turned his attention back to the tablet's screen. He made a soft click on the camera closest to the stage and noticed something quite obvious and rather odd. The curtain was open. What really made it queer was that it had been tightly shut and practically locked into place last time he saw it, yet here it was, open to reveal the trio of animatronics to the world.
The employees had told the names of the four robots before hurriedly racing out the doors of this place. The one in the middle was obvious, he had been on the advertisement, he was Freddy. He looked exactly how he did in the advertisement, but the rest of his body could be seen. He had on formal looking jeans that matched his general outfit and formal dance shoes to boot. However, his skin looked a bit dirty with a bit of dark crimson caked into his fake skin and there was even a faded crimson hand print on his left eye.
The one on his left was called Chica. Her general color palette was yellow with fair-skin and golden hair with slightly red colored ends that was a bit wild with the locks of teased hair; a few locks of hair standing straight up. Her face was somewhat egg shape, but still retained normal features. Her optics or eyes were again, a vast pit of white with a hue of purplish-pink that shone like lasers in the darkness. She had a bit of make up: eyeliner, lip gloss, blush, etc. which was quite the odd choice considering it was meant to be a kid's entertainment source. There was a bit of pizza sauce staining the corners of her mouth and on her long fingernails. Her body was petite and thin, fitting into a golden-colored corset that went down to her ankles; showing off an odd choice of golden tennis shoes and an odd bib wrapped around her neck that read, "Let's eat!". She reminded Mike of a really southern woman in the fifties. Her dress appeared to be made of duck feathers or the feathers from a chicken? It was hard to tell.
Then the third, Bonnie. She was as overly sexual as Chica was, quite disturbing considering that they preformed for children. She wore make just like Chica, only different colors that seemed to fit her color palette. She was fair-skinned and had rather long, wavy, indigo hair that reached down to her shoulders. Her eyes were exactly like the other two's eyes, except they were a more indigo hue. She wore a purple bow tie; like Freddy, and wore a sleeveless version of a purple and white waiter's outfit; only with a low cut near the chest area, and a pair of purple converse. Her body was like Chica's, no where near as big and muscular looking than the Freddy robot. However, like Freddy, there was something rather peculiar about her ears. It was that of a rabbit's ears, purple and white fake furred rabbit's ears protruding from the top of her head like lightning rods.
Supposedly, there was a fourth named Foxy, a pirate of sorts. However, he wasn't among the trio; probably having his own section to himself. The block on the outlined map of the building that read, "Pirate's Cover" was more than likely where he resided.
Mike kept the toggled onto that room for a while more, before setting the tablet down on the table; toggling its power saving mode. He stretched out his arms and legs, making little circle motions with his hands and ankles as he did. This was going to be an easy job, he could just feel it. It would be the easiest money he's ever earned, thinking this thought, a large grin crept up his lips. He leaned into his chair and crossed his arms behind his head then propped his feet on top of the table. A droll hour passed slowly as nothing really interesting occurred and after two more hours passed, Mike found himself drifting off to sleep.
Another hour passed, Mike was fast asleep, unaware of anything that took place in his surroundings. He was a light sleeper however, so when he heard the sound of footsteps creeping around, outside his office, he awoke with a start. He made a few grunts and groans as he jumped, head whipping from side and side. His breathing was rushed and his eyes practically bulging from their sockets. It took a moment before the man realized where he was, and when he did, he made an uneasy chuckle.
"Damn place..." he mumbled to himself, "making me jumpy..."
This is when Mike realized that he had lost track of time in the nap. He raised his arm to take a gander at his wrist, seeing that his watch read 5:59 am; just about to turn turn to six. He smiled softly, turning the tablet off, placing it on the table, and walked out of the booth. He whistled as he trotted down the hall-having to take a trip close to the stage to leave the building. As he strolled down the party room, he took a pause to stare at the animatronics. He smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he scoffed towards the machines.
"So, you things "wander" the building? Please, doesn't even look like you can correctly speak if you ask me..." He spat in a self-humored voice; referring to the rather unclean state they were in.
"Hey, maybe if your lucky, if and when this place shuts down for the obvious reasons, you'll get compacted into trash cans. That way, at least you can be useful to something in your nonexistent lives."
He chuckled at his own insults, glad he could do it to something without them having a snappy comeback that would leave him feeling outwitted. He began walking towards the exit again, stopping just a foot shy from the door when he felt a pair of three lifeless, icy eyes glowering at him; almost four. Mike took a glance over his shoulder, regretting when he did.
What he saw was something he'd soon not forget. The three machines on the stage were all staring, glowering darkly, offended by his comments; the Freddy robot bearing the darkest of the three glares. Time seemed to slow down to a halt as the surroundings melted away, their stares bored into his soul and looked ready to break free from their moorings that bound them to the floor. But, just as they looked ready to maul me like an angered bear, a loud alarm went off throughout the entire building; causing the automatons to re-enter their gaze on nothing once more. Time once again ticking on its never stopping march and the surroundings melded back into their previous mold; if but a little distorted from a dimmed vision. Shivers listlessly played his spine like a xylophone made of bones. He didn't spend another second in the building; hesitant when he left the building.
Author's Note: So, whatcha guys think? Was it okay? Should I keep doing this? Should I turn it into a series...? If not, I am probably going to keep this a oneshot, probably add four other chapters for the four other nights. Perhaps. It wont be as updated as frequently as my other stuff, so if I do make this a thing it wont be the priority of my focus. Until then my graveyard ghosts and ghouls, bye-bye!