Chapter 1: Night One.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sonic the Hedgehog or Five Nights at Freddy's. They belong to Sega and Scott Cawthon, respectively.
A/N: I know this story has been up for some time now, but after evaluating it a few times, I feel like I could make a TON of improvements to it, including a few tweaks to the plot.
"Welcome to the first night of your exciting new career!" Uhh, thanks? "Whether you were approached at a job fair, read our ad in "Screws, Bolts, and Hairpins", or if this is the result of a dare, we welcome you..." Technically, I don't think anyone dared me, although Sonic and Tails wouldn't get off my back about taking up the job here. "I will be your personal guid to get you started. I'm a model 5 of the Handyman's Robotics and Unit Repair System. But you can call me HandUnit." Okay, pause on this. Does anyone else find that name unsettling? "Your new career promises challenge, intrigue, and endless janitorial opportunities." Yippee. Can't wait. "Please enter your name as seen above the keypad. This cannot be changed later, so please be careful."
Well, that was a lot to absorb all at once. I glance at the name tag on the Keypad that pops up, which says "Mike". Okay, no. I struggle to type in "Metal", since there's no space bar. But even after timing it just right, the pad glitches out and the letters disappear.
"It seems that you had some trouble with the keypad" You think? "I see what you were trying to type, and I will autocorrect it for you. One moment. Welcome: Eggs Benedict."
My eyes go from green to gray, and looking at nothing in particular, I deadpan, "Seriously? It's going to be one of those places?" I sigh as the elevator comes to a stop.
"You can now open the Elevator using that bright, red and obvious button. Let's get to work." Murmuring under my "breath", I hit the button. As the door opens, I call out, "Omochao, I swear, if you're HandUnit, I'm gonna scrap you!" I ignore the caution tape, dismissing it as a decoration, and squeeze into the vent.
As I commando crawl through the vents, I attempt to disengage my auditory processors, which works like earplugs, to tune out HandUnit. But curiosity gets me stuck listening to him anyway.
"Allow me to fill this somewhat frightening silence with some lighthearted banter. Due to the massive success, and, even more so. the unfortunate closing of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, it was clear that the stage was set, no pun intended, for another contender in children's entertainment. Unlike most entertainment venues, our robotic entertainers are rented out for private parties during the day, and it's your job to get the robots back in proper working order before the following morning."
Okay, wait. Why did he say that Freddy's was closed? That's impossible; my friend Alexa works at Freddy's. Hmm...maybe he meant one of the older establishments. HandUnit did sound like this isn't the first time he's said this.
As I enter the Control Module, I'm continuously instructed by HandUnit, who tells me to motivate the animatronics with a controlled shock. Wait. What?! First, I gotta deal with an obnoxious guide, now I have to actually subject other robots to something they may or may not even like? Personally, I doubt I would be bothered with a little shock; heck, it would probably give me a little energy boost. But I don't exactly know how these guys operate and function yet. Nonetheless, it bothers me to do it. First to Ballora, then Funtime Foxy.
Then, HandUnit comes back online and tells me to crawl through the vent in front of me to get to Circus Gallery and most likely subject Baby herself to the same shock treatment.
"Motion Trigger: Circus Gallery vent." A robotic voice calls as I crawl on. "Thank you, GLaDOS." I reply sarcastically, startled by the sudden break in the quiet. Then, I find myself in Circus Gallery.
What strikes me as odd is when, even after zapping Baby three times, she still doesn't show up.
"Great job, Circus baby. We knew we could count on you." Seriously? Now I know this guy is broken. He goes on to tell me that my duties for the night are finished and I can leave. I sigh and call out to the darkness. "I don't know if you can hear me in there, but if you can, I'm sorry for this. Trust me, I know what it's like to be looked down upon, and treated like this. (Sigh) I hope we can start over tomorrow. Just hang in there." I pause for a moment before turning to leave, unaware of the soft green eyes looking back at me from the darkness, full of curiosity.
I crawl through the vents, and remember to send a sarcastic thanks to whoever is saying "Motion Trigger: Circus Gallery Vent." Although, I speed up a little when my comment is followed by a distant giggle. Experience has told me not to trust a childish giggle when in a dark, and somewhat eerie building.
When I enter the control module, I look around the room and say, "Look. I don't want to hurt you guys. I don't even know you guys that well. (Sigh)...maybe we can fix that tomorrow. See you then, guys." As the Elevator slowly crawls upwards, I allow my mind to wander. These guys really don't deserve to be stuck down there. I need to find a way to break them out. But then, where would they go?
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Wait a minute.
I pull out my phone (Don't ask where I keep it) and dial in the number. The buzzing sound indicating that the phone on the other end of the line is ringing fills my ears. Pick up, Pick up, Pick up.
"Hello?"
"Hey Alexa," I say. "There's something I was hoping you could help me with."
"Alright. I'll see what I can do."
A/N: And with that, Metal Sonic has survived the first night. But what surprises lie in wait for him? Stay tuned.