(A/N) This is my first story, one that I have been meaning to write for a while now. Any flamers can hold their candles and any constructive criticism is highly appreciated. In addition, this prologue is set in 2009, whilst the rest is set now(ish)
Disclaimer: I do not own the franchise (as much as I want to) but I do own my OC's. All credit for the game goes to Scott Cawthon. The song 'Fireflies' belongs to Owl City, and the lyrics source belongs to AZ lyrics
Prologue: Too close for comfort
"Look, I'm the one trying to provide for both of us. I'm the one who has to risk my neck out there with those, those things! I can't have you going off on spending spree just because your friends have the "newest fashion"! If you want the dress, get a job!" I shouted.
"But I need the clothes to show off. Without it, my friends will toss me out!" Replied Taylor.
I simply groaned, inwardly. Because outwardly I banged the table with my fist, as I continued my rant. Money has been tight lately recently, I've been working a killer job that could see me dead if I made the wrong move. If you couldn't guess by now, I have been working at 'Freddy Fazbear's pizzeria'. A children's entertainer, a living hell by night courtesy of El KFC de reject Chica the chicken, Freddy "Fuck you" Fazbear, The Easter bunnies demonic fanboy Bonnie bunny and Foxy "The hedge-fox" the pirate fox. I do however have an impressive track record for the job, as I have survived there for five months. The second place winner went to one "Mike Schmidt", whoever the hell he is, who made a week before quitting, cause, you know, the robots are trying to FUCKING KILL YOU. Although I've probably only managed to survive these demons due to me placing a system in their limb sockets that allows me to disable said limb by twisting the limb like a locker code. While this works on most, I couldn't get this implemented on Foxy since he's in disrepair, and I can't work with what he has, or rather, the lack thereof. How am I strong enough to do that? Simple, along with being a genius (there, I said it), I also worked out, mostly on weights. I actually started on weights since I started working there, and I have been trying to be strong enough to lift Freddy Fazbear (who by the way, weighs 250 Kilo's) and throw him. I can almost do it too, since I can lift Bonnie, who weighs 225. But enough of that, I've got a bitchy 'girlfriend' to deal with.
"Look, when you can provide for yourself, you can buy all you want, but until then, only necessities can be bought, ie food for dinner. Besides you literally have hundreds of dresses in your closet. I should know, since you made me count them." And with that, I left her to do her own thing as I went into my room and had a sit on my bed to think about life.
Now's probably a good time to tell you about myself. My name is Marcus Davis. I'm a 24 year old who, throughout my primary and high school life, have been a prodigy in mechanical engineering and, strangely law. My parents said I could have been a lawyer, but in a town like this, one has to make a name for themselves. I have been keeping to this job because no one in their right mind would take it, and I shouldn't either. They also gave me an apartment and $50,000 and a 1989 BMW 3 series, which I am very grateful for. I prefer to wear a T-shirt hoodie and jeans, with colors varying for shirt and hoodie. I have been working at a place that I probably shouldn't be at But Einstein said that whilst intellectuals solve problems, Genius's avoid them. I decided to take the not so smart approach to go for it and risk my neck for a company I couldn't give two shits about five months ago, and pity now. But enough about that, back to looks. I have a jaw and facial structure that look kind of like Chuck Norris, but not really. I do however have dark brown hair and hazel eyes, oh yeah, and a trim beard. I stand at a height of an intimidating 6'6 and a strong build, due to weightlifting. My 'girlfriend' is Taylor Mackenzie. I say 'girlfriend' because I get the feeling she is cheating on me for a certain Lyndon Mackelroy, my best friend. You may be wondering why I haven't broken up with her yet, and that's simply because I haven't gotten around to it.
"Jesus H. Christ. For a would-be perfect man, I have one fucked up life."
"What's that Marcus?"
"Nothing, just thinking."
"Well, don't hurt yourself about it, anyway, I'm going out."
"Remember what I told you! I mean it!"
"Don't worry about it, I'm just going with some friends. Bye!"
More like to go at it with Lyndon, bitch. As I was thinking bad thoughts about people, my phone rang out to say "Gotta text, nigga." I wasn't black, but it was pretty funny when that rang out from my parents in front of my *cough*judgmental*cough* friends. I picked it up to show it was from my boss, Isaac, to say that tonight was the last night that I would be working under his employ. But the thing is, Isaac has been a great boss, giving me raises and bonuses whenever I said I needed it. I was probably going to quit when he passed ownership. I actually breathed a sigh of relief though, as the furies from hell have gotten very close to getting into my office over the past few nights. Bonnie actually took a step into my office and I had to taser him with the production one I had and was reaching for my custom. I decided that I needed some sleep, and, with some help of some pills, drifted off
[8:10 PM]
Ugh, bloody pills. There was a text on my phone to say that Taylor was staying with some friends overnight. Thankfully I put up a hidden camera in Lyndon's room last time I was at his place, so I could take the video evidence and break up with her tomorrow, not that she would care. I thought it was probably a good idea to get some lunch, dinner, whatever the meal is at this time of day. Because I learnt to cook (oh yeah, I can do that too), I went to make some hot Thai curry. Whilst Taylor didn't like spice, I loved it, since I got brought up with a Dad who spent three years in Vietnam (Spicy food inbound). After having inhaled the food, I got in the car and turned on the radio. What was on the radio? Fireflies by Owl City:
You would not believe your eyes
If ten million fireflies
Lit up the world as I fell asleep
'Cause they'd fill the open air
And leave tear drops everywhere
You'd think me rude
But I would just stand and stare
I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep
'Cause everything is never as it seems
'Cause I'd get a thousand hugs
From ten thousand lightning bugs
As they tried to teach me how to dance
A foxtrot above my head
A sock hop beneath my bed
The disco ball is just hanging by a thread
(Thread, thread...)
I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep
'Cause everything is never as it seems
(When I fall asleep)
Leave my door open just a crack
(Please take me away from here)
'Cause I feel like such an insomniac
(Please take me away from here)
Why do I tire of counting sheep?
(Please take me away from here)
When I'm far too tired to fall asleep
(Ha-ha)
To ten million fireflies
I'm weird 'cause I hate goodbyes
I got misty eyes as they said farewell
(Said farewell)
But I'll know where several are
If my dreams get real bizarre
'Cause I saved a few and I keep them in a jar
(Jar, jar, jar...)
[2x]
I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep
'Cause everything is never as it seems
(When I fall asleep)
I'd like to make myself believe
That planet Earth turns slowly
It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep
Because my dreams are bursting at the seams
I sang along to this song all the way to work, and since work is only three minutes away, it took the length of the song to get there. I pulled into the car park just as the last verse rang out, and I walked inside, pulling out butterfly knife on habit and twirling it. Isaac straight away had a smile on his face, "Hey look who it is, the king of Freddy's pizzeria! With his weapon of mass destruction! Seriously though, put that thing away, you could kill someone." He said with his smile being replaced by a glare
"Hehe, no yet Isaac, still waiting on the coronation, besides, I think the crown belongs to someone else, even if he did offer it for 50 cents. (Insert Markiplier reference here)." I replied as I put the butterfly away
"Ah, regardless, it's good to have you back. Are you gonna keep working under the new owners?"
"Probably not, I mean, I have the qualifications to become a lawyer, and will probably become one once I leave (and insert foreshadowing here), but I do hope the new owners get rid of that glitch, I mean, they gotta have the money for if they bought the place of you for how much was it again?"
"Err, I don't know"
"Right, Isaac, I going to take out my cell and call Bullshit." I deadpanned
"Yeah you're right." Isaac muttered, although it didn't go misheard
"Well, how much?"
"$12 Million"
"Exactly, $12 Million given the history of the place. I mean, what sane person would do that?"
"Someone with more than $12 million, that's who." Isaac chuckled.
"You're right there, but now it's time for my shift. See ya later Isaac"
"Goodbye and good luck Marcus, I probably won't see you tomorrow morning, but stay in touch." Isaac said. "Oh and before I forget!" he said as he rummaged through his pockets, finding what he needed and pulled out an envelope "Your last paycheck"
I chuckled, both at Isaac's clumsiness and that I forgot myself, even though it's my money. I looked inside to see $1540. Nice, Isaac gave me a $600 bonus. "Hope I don't die before I can spend this. Thanks again Isaac."
"No problemo, again stay safe and I'll see you later." Isaac half-said, half-yelled as he went outside and locked up. I went into the toilets to get changed, just to be sure the robots weren't perverts.
"God, if those things went from trying to kill me to trying to fuck me, this will only get worse. Hell, if I was oblivious to everything, and thought of myself as a lady killer, I could already." (Oh Lord Gaben, please let the restless audience of FanFiction respect my inclusion of foreshadowing. Also could please tell the animitronics to FUCK OFF BEFORE I FUCKING THROW THEM INTO THE FUCKING TRASH COMPACTOR, *ahem* Amen) I said as I got changed and prepared myself as I walked into my office, instantly turning the fan off, and sitting down, readying myself for another night with the furies from hell.
(11:50pm)
It was now 11:50pm, and I was just getting ready to start. I had walked into my office and braced myself for the coming night of creepiness, twirling my butterfly while doing it. As soon as it struck 12, the systematic order of the night began, starting with myself putting away my butterfly and taking out my three tasers: The first was 2,000 volts, a small production-line type taser that I bought online. The second was a 30,000 volt taser that I got for working here (one of the very few perks), and the third was a custom 75,000 volt taser. I can't be bothered to tell if it's legal or not to have one of these, but I make sure no knows about it.
The second order of business was to quickly repeat in my head which sounds each animitronic made. The first was Freddy; he always had that same old song playing and you could hear miles away, hell, I could hear it right now. The second was Chica, she always made that laugh that sounded like an insane pedophile was murdering children. At least, that's my guess at what it sounds like. Bonnie always made that creepy moan and those crying noises, but nothing out of the ordinary (what could be called that in this place). Last of all was Foxy. He was either hanging out in his cove, banging on my door or running. He was definitely the loudest out of the four. Sometimes I think he's a wanna be door-to-door salesman, and I have been tempted to open the door to see what he is selling before I remember 'Oh yeah, he's trying to use me as a stuffer for a suit, NOT selling girl-scout cookies.' Regardless though, even if they made it into the office, I have enough weapons in here to be a one-man army.
Not a moment later, I heard the iconic moaning of Bonnie, which resulted in me flicking the lights to check, and sure enough, he's there, glaring with those lifeless, demonic . eyes. I eventually had enough of his staring and closed the door in his face. "Leave me alone you fucktard! Go stuff that spare endoskeleton in the back into a suit, not me!" This actually had an effect, as Bonnie left momentarily, presumably to put the skeleton in a suit. After opening the door to reserve power, I checked with the tablet, which I haven't picked up in 4 months, to see if it worked, which it did! Who knew those bastards could understand you. However, still using the tablet, I saw Bonnie make a bee-line for the office. This got the result of myself putting the tablet down and closing the door as soon as I heard he was there. He waited outside the office for what seemed like DAYS (Hell, wish it was), but was actually 4 hours, taking the time to 5 am, and stuff actually happened over this time. I'll start from the beginning:
About 30 minutes after Bonnie arrived back, I heard the distinct rapid tapping on the floor that was Foxy's feet, and, knowing that Foxy would eventually meet is worst enemy that was door, decided to check my power: 75%. Pretty good for having Bonnie outside the door for a 12th of my shift. With that out of the way I walked over to the window where I saw Foxy not run to the door and bang on it, but see Foxy run into Bonnie. and to see the both fall over in a manner that couldn't be described as any less than awkward. However, as soon as they were down, they were back up again, and slowly turning their heads. Towards. Me. It was actually the most terrifying thing thing I've seen since I got here, and that's saying a lot. However, having been here for half a year has helped, and I wasn't fazed, at least, not visibly. Because my mental side that was scared of spiders even though they are mostly harmless was shitting himself. Literally, if this was the control from inside out, Fear would be shitting himself. But anyway, back to hell. Bonnie and Foxy had both turned their heads towards me and were now slowly walking towards the window. They stopped a couple of inches away from it and I swear they slightly squinted for a moment before Foxy ran off, presumably to his cove, and Bonnie moved back to where he usually was.
It was here that I noticed there was a muffled laughter that would have definitely been from Chica. This would become the new scariest moment in my life as I turned around to see Chica right in front of me. It was then that she screeched:
"SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"
I was actually momentarily terrified. But then she made a mistake: she grabbed my arms. I noticed this and immediately used my code to disable her arms. Hmph, I thought, I'm pretty sure I've done this to her before, so why did she grab my arms? I brushed the thought to the side as I proceeded to pick her up by her head and thigh, and I threw her out of the office. I then reached for my taser and shot her with it, resetting her arm's sockets so she could move them again. This was followed by me shutting door, in her face. "And stay out! There is no way that generator is going out before 6!" This caused both Bonnie's and Chica's eyes to widen as they left. And I used my magical power that is hindsight to realize my mistake. It was 5:30 am right now, but that was plenty of time for the two overstuffed-animals to turn off the generator. I quickly checked my power to show 10%. This was bad. Very very bad. As I was thinking this the single light bulb in the office went out. I quickly ran over to the desk to grab my custom taser: no way I was dying on my last night. I figured that if I could get into the vents, then I could survive the next 25 minutes. I took a quick peek outside the left door to see if anyone of the bastards were there, namely Freddy, who hasn't been seen. But the thing that would try to kill me wasn't in front of me, no it was behind me, and it had a very sharp hook to do it with.
"ALRIGHT NOW JUST LET ME THE FUCK GO!" I shouted as soon as Foxy grabbed both of my arms. This was the part that I realized that I couldn't use the code on him, and I paled to the point where I looked like a ghost. Foxy then proceeded to lift me up the same way I had done to him on many occasions. With his hook around my neck and his hand on my thigh he began to carry me to the back room. However tight the hook was around my neck, it still allowed room to breathe. However this was the least of my worries "NO, I WILL NOT DIE TONIGHT, NOT BY YOURS HANDS." I continued to scream "THERE IS NO WAY YOU WILL STUFF MY BODY INTO THAT SUIT." "I'd sooner die by my own hands." I then muttered. I then braced myself as I pulled out my butterfly, twirled it, and positioned it over my wrist. 'Goodbye life, it's been a wild ride.' I thought. I braced myself for the on-coming pain that would be caused. I have to hurry up, I thought, Foxy is getting bloody close to the back room. I closed my eyes and dug the knife in slightly, drawing a small amount of blood. This pain was minor compared to what I would feel as I prepared to slash. 'I'm sorry Mum, Dad, I was never the man you wanted.' I mourned my own eventual death. But what I didn't know was that I wouldn't die today, having been saved by time:
DING DONG DING DONG, DING DONG DING DONG.
OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOGMOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOGMOMGOMOMG
Foxy let me down as his programming told him to drop everything and return to the cove. I then saw every animitronic walk out of the backroom, and onto the stage. After they left, I went to get changed out of my clothes, put the clothes back in Isaac's old office and then went back to the party area. After all this, I did something I haven't done in years, not since my Grandparents died. I cried. I sat down and just cried. I couldn't help it. The experience I had been put through the past years was finally over. I kept crying as a woman who was probably the one who bought this place walked in. And what they would have seen would have surprised them. A man in the night guard uniform with his hands over his eyes, crying from fear, joy and relief. I noticed someone at the door just staring at me, so I got up and walked out. But before I did, I stopped next to her shoulder and all but ordered: "You had better fix that bloody programming in those animitronics, or night guards are gonna start dropping like flies once I'm gone. And by the way, this was my last night here." She just turned her head at that and nodded slowly. I didn't even reply to that: I just walked out of the pizzeria and into my car to drive home. The radio wasn't playing any songs, there was only commentary. I honestly couldn't have cared less as I parked my car in the apartment block's car park, took the lift to my level, opened the door, and fell asleep on my bed.
(12:45 pm)
"Thanks again Lyndon, last night was the best!"
"No problem, hey are you gonna dump him now?"
"Anything for you, babe!"
This was the conversation I woke up to. With Taylor proving that she was cheating on me. I slowly got up out of bed, got changed, got breakfast ready (again, lunch, whatever it is for this time of day) and waited. After only having poured my cereal, there was a knock on the door. I had a look through the eye piece to show that it was indeed Taylor. I opened the door to the bitch and grimaced at the first words that came out of her mouth:"Oh My God, you look like shit."
I decided to take this statement and work with it, showing her that I knew the whole time, and now I have proof. "Well it's not like you haven't thought that since you hooked up with Lyndon."
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about 2 months ago, when you to a bar with your friends, got drunk, and slept with him. And before you say something like 'You must be paranoid or something' bitch, please, I'm not stupid. Ever since you hooked up with him, you showed affection for me less and less. Eventually all you cared about was the fact that I was rich for my age and that you could buy some dresses. Well, let me tell you something. You can get all the shit you own and LEAVE. Because I'm SURE AS HELL NOT GONNA PUT UP WITH YOU ANY MORE. I almost DIED this morning and you have not cared about my safety. At. All. I'm not gonna deal with a back-stabbing bitch any longer. Don't worry about me, but then again, you never have."
"Honestly baby, you're making stuff up."
"LIKE HELL I AM, LOOK AT THIS!" I roared as I showed her the clip of her and Lyndon screwing. "NOW TAKE YOUR SHIT AND GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY APARTMENT!"
As the clip was shown to her, Taylor seemed to get an evil glint in her eyes as it showed her getting more and more intimate with Lyndon. "Fine, whatever, I didn't need you anyway, Lyndon is all I need." She charmed as she began to pack. 'Bitch' I thought as I figured out how I would get a job as a lawyer. I could be a lawyer for myself which worked at it's own cause. I was going to have a fine life for the next few years, and I wasn't going to look back.
A/N Whoa, that's a long chapter. Anyway, the rest of the story is going to be set now, as in, 2015. I do hope you all enjoyed my first chapter of anything since anything, and I'll see you in the next one. PEACE