Surrender (temp tiled to be changed later so its not confused with a another fic of the same name)
Notes: This is going to be a dark fic. AU, Cyborg anthros, mild torture, non con, M\M, disturbing themes, dark themes, Possible typos, errors. I am not perfect neither is my Beta
Takes place during the gap between FNAF 2-3.
No humanizations and none of them are possessed
Prologue
The owner and general manager walked through the dark restaurant. The walls were covered in chipped, cracking paint and torn posters. The carpet was worn thin in places and stained from countless parties. The still air reeked of grease and cheap cheese with undertones of vomit.
Due to health code violations and failing attendance due to competition on top of increasing maintenance costs, Cowery had been forced to shut down the restaurant he had bought off its original owner a few years back. Not that he ever had any intention of sinking any money into the place. No, he had bought it with every intention of squeezing every penny possible out of it, then shut it down before opening a new restaurant in another part of town.
Johnny Posh – the general manager, and his favorite and most trusted toadie - walked around looking at the aged decor while jotting things down on the pad of paper on his clipboard. "Even if you sell everything of value along with the building and the mascots," he motioned to the curtained stage, "you will still be in the red."
"I don't plan to sell the animatronics." Cowery stood before the stage with his arms behind his back as if he was king of this domain, waiting to be entertained. What little the scrap yards would give him wouldn't even cover the cost of transporting them and the new restaurant would have new mascots. He had tried selling them but no restaurant was willing to give him more than half of what they were worth.
Johnny paused and looked up, one dark brow raised, curious as to what his boss intended to do with five outdated animations.
"A trustworthy employee of mine who has taken a liking to one of the animatronics, is going to destroy the worthless creatures in exchange for me transferring ownership to the one he wants to him. I cash out the insurance." Cowry continued to stare at the tacky star-spangled curtains. "It'll appear a vandal broke in."
Johnny didn't so much as bat an eyelid at the mention of the animatronics being destroyed for the insurance money. Instead he looked down at his clipboard and shuffled through a few papers before looking back up. "With the additional money from the insurance, it should put you just in the green."
Cowery's thin lips pressed into a smile. That's what he liked about the other man. He never questioned things. He glanced at his watch. The work crew who would be removing the tables and anything of value would be showing up at moment.
Almost as if reading the middle aged man's mind, "What about the mascots?" Given the animatronics aggressive nature around adults, no doubt they would put the work crew's safety in danger. They didn't
need a lawsuit stemming from an attack.
"I sedated them earlier while they were sleeping, it will be hours before they wake up. Even if they do, they will be so groggy and disoriented they won't be a threat to anyone." By the time the creatures did wake up however, it would be too late for them to defend themselves.
Johnny nodded, not bothering to question his boss's methods. The sound of the main doors opening pulled his attention away from the stage. Looking towards main area he spotted several people milling nervously about in the doorway, all dressed in navy blue jumpsuits. Tucking the clipboard under one arm and placing the pen in a breast pocket he motioned them over. "The animatronics are safely confined. You can start by moving the tables and chairs out then start clearing out the rest of the restaurant." The work men hesitated at first before filing in, some of them glancing towards the drawn curtain.
With all the efficiently of worker bees, the work men gathered up the tables and chairs, carrying them out the doors then depositing everything into a waiting truck.
Once they were done Johnny led the workers through the restaurant, directing them to remove anything of value. The large bulky kitchen appliances were carted out on dollies. Boxes upon boxes of unused party supplies were taken out to the waiting dumpsters and tossed in. Once the word got out, no doubt 'collectors' would swarm the dumpsters in search of souvenirs and things they could sell online. As much as Cowery hated giving anything away for free, the amount of money that it would cost to store everything until it got sold - if it got sold - outweighed any potential profit.
It was late afternoon by the time everything, with the exception of the animatronics, had been removed and either placed into a truck to be auctioned off or thrown into a dumpster. Large sheets of plywood went up over the windows followed by bright orange condemned stickers.
The two men exited the building, got into their vehicles and drove away, leaving the animatronics to their fate.