"Don't be afraid human, I only want to play with you."
Samuel wasn't having the best evening and he was highly regretting not wearing that ugly dark purple janitorial uniform that the manager nagged him time and time again to wear when he was working. At least then his favorite shirt wouldn't have been torn to shreds and drooping down from his scrawny frame like a wet noodle. What a shame it was the damn chihuahua in space one to.
The younger man's hands felt disgustingly clammy and he could only imagine what his hair looked like. His ponytail fell off somewhere around the kitchen while he was running for his life. He could already imagine the frizz, his straight black hair with light blue highlights was going to be a total wreck. In fact if anyone came to his rescue and found him alive it probably would look like he'd been through a tornado.
Everything had been nearly peachy, coming in to work during the day and cleaning after all the little brats after they left. On a good day Samuel would've been able to go home by 6:00pm. Then Mr. Fazbear in which that wasn't even the fucker's name, gossip told the story that he'd chosen that last name to correspond with the establishment or some stupid idea like it. Anyways from documents he managed to look at while on one of his secret missions to raid the manager's office Samuel discovered one that revealed his bosses first name, Allen. That asshole after he found out afterwards, due to the fact that his coworkers were snitches, told him that he was going to be switched over to night shift in a week's time.
He needed this job, renting his own apartment was much more expensive than he would've imagined. Considering that he barely graduated high school and had no motivation or the money to go to college there were not many jobs out there. Especially since he wasn't keen on working too hard. Luckily right before his parents kicked him out of the house they gave him a stack of newspapers for his nineteenth birthday and circled job openings in red. God only knows how long that had taken, but on the other hand they certainly did seem desperate enough.
With little choice Samuel had scanned the ads in the paper until he had eventually come upon the one about the restaurant Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. Up until now it hadn't seemed like that bad of an option and so he went for it, and of course now he was cursing himself for not quitting when Allen had even mentioned the words night shift.
"I'm so screwed, if I die Father please forgive for I have sinned...like a lot man." Samuel's voice cracked a bit on the last part and he was strongly considering if he should start to list off all the things he'd done in the past that might be considered as questionable and then beg for forgiveness. Hell he'd never been a religious man but maybe he could become one in these few moments while huddled inside the interior of a closet with only the worn down equipment to keep him company. Trapped in a closet...what a fitting coffin.
"We all have sins my child, why don't you come out and confess to me.? I promise you'll feel so much better."
A child's soft voice once again echoed outside of the closet door, that was barricaded by an array of mops and brooms along with being actually locked. Since he'd just placed the objects there to make himself more comfortable, they did absolutely nothing to keep the demon outside at bay.
From all the horror movies he'd watched in his teenage career Samuel had pretty much narrowed the thing stalking him down to be a demon, well that or the experimental medication he took that morning that was supposed to help calm down his anxiety. So either the pills were making him trip out big time or it was time to bend down on his knees and take it like a man. Well, that last thought sounded way too wrong when taken out of context.
Around 1:00 AM Samuel had completed his usual routine of wiping down the main room and cleaning up the animatronics on the stage. The robots had stood attentive on the stage and actually looked creepy with the moonlight reflecting off of their metal joints and expressionless and lifeless faces. With most of his job completed Samuel had decided to go scavenge the kitchen in search of any leftover pizza that had been neglected of being eaten already or thrown away at the end of the day by the kitchen staff.
He was hungry and rather impatient to quiet down his rumbling stomach, he had surprised himself on the fact that he'd never actually been in the kitchen before. Well, there's a first time for everything and all he could hope for was that there were no unwanted little things crawling around the floor. Or more importantly the food.
Unfortunately for him though, fate had other ideas that did not involve quenching the hunger of the monster that was Samuel's stomach. Right when he rounded the corner to make a straight line towards the fridge to see if he could find a fresh pizza or maybe a soda the man found himself briefly falling towards the floor below. Which was cut short when he hit the center of a box that inwardly collapsed upon impact.
Samuel, a little dazed but more so confused rolled off the smooth surface and gracefully flopped onto the tiled floor. It took a moment for the man to regain his bearings and another to start wondering why there had been a box practically in the middle of the kitchen. Looking around he could clearly see the outline of a crisp white box tilted on its side to his left. The box itself was of medium size and was wrapped in what looked to be a dark purple bow. He wasn't quite sure of the color since it was pretty dark.
Though in the darkness he could clearly see the two white dots of light that were facing him on the opposite side of the kitchen. Samuel at first thought that it was nothing more but a raccoon that had somehow managed to open the lid to the vent leading from the outside to the building to the kitchen. It was a very reasonable thought, or it was up until the light switch flicked on.
At first he was blinded by the light, but his vision quickly adapted and cleared. Curiosity got the best of him and Samuel quickly turned to look towards the door where the light switch was, and his brain and body came to an instant halt. Kneeling on the floor below it was an animatronic, he assumed, at that point all systems had inwardly shut down. It looked very much like a puppet wearing one of those old schooled theatre masks.. The mask itself was white and had the basic features of eye holes and a crescent shaped smile. On the upper and lower sections of the mouth were red painted lips and above that purple trail marks had been painted down from the eyes. Overall, its body was unnaturally slender and seemed to be covered in the materials of black and white velvet. The body was mostly black but with white stripes running down the lower arms and legs. Three grey buttons were centered down the animatronic's chest.
Samuel wasn't sure what was happening, sure the manager had mentioned something about the animatronics going into free roam at night but this was way too much. He decided not to try his luck and to just stay as still as possible until the other wandered away. Maybe it was just dysfunctional programming.
It had only been a few moments when the animatronic made the first move. Tilting its head as if thinking or rather studying him. Samuel was feeling very much unsettled, closing his eyes and practically mentally begging for this to all be one of those lucid nightmares. He heaved an unenthused sigh and opened his eyes. Now the animatronic was kneeling right in front of him.
Samuel tried to scream but all that came out of his mouth was a small squeak, he was pretty sure that his brown eyes must've been as round as saucers. The animatronic on the other hand tapped its very long fingers on the ground and turned its head towards the box laying on the floor and then looked back at the man with a small chime coming from its mouth. Samuel had never been the quickest person but in this situation he put two and two together at a rapid pace. Slowly the man stood up and on cue the animatronic followed his movements, leaving him in yet another shocked state. It had to be at least six feet tall, hovering above him by a good amount considering that he was only five feet and six inches.
Trying to keep distance between himself and the puppet thing Samuel went over to the box and gently tipped it back over. Despite a few dents and cracks on the outer edges it seemed to be okay, hopefully the animatronic thought so as well.
The being in question crossed its spider-like arms and looked annoyed, however that was possible Samuel wasn't sure. Then in a startling moment the smile on the mask changed into a frown and the animatronic collapsed onto the ground while high pitched clicking and music screamed out from the hundled form on the ground. Slowly it raised its head to look back at the man who was stuck between deciding to try to help or get his ass as far away as humanly possible and it did the last thing he'd ever suspect it to do.
"You need to get out of here, now!"
It spoke. The voice was noticeable male and was filled with worry and dread, behind the words low static could be heard as well. Fighting against the astonishment of the last few moments Samuel brought himself back into reality. A very, very whacked out reality.
"What the fuck is going on?"
He inwardly winced at how small and scared his voice sounded, but his attention was transfixed by the display happening in front of him. The animatronic twitched sporadically on the ground, giving off quick cries of what seemed like frustration and pain. It's claws raked down its frame and then scratched at the empty air as if fighting an invisible being that only it could see. Samuel felt utterly small and useless, everything had gotten so out of hand and all for the chance of there being some pizza left over in the kitchen.
Abruptly the animatronic stopped in place, all movement came to a halt and the air around Samuel became incredibly cold and quiet. The calm only lasted for a few moments as the sound of a child's giggling reached his ears. It was coming from the animatronic and perfect timing as usual the thing turned around to look back at him. The eyes though, they weren't hollow black or bright white like before, no this time they were purple.
"You remind me of someone I used to know."
A little girl's voice emitted from that empty smile and like a bullet Samuel found his legs carrying him out into the hallway. In the back of his mind he took note of fingers brushing against his hair in an attempt to grab a handful and jerk him back. But they only managed to grasp his ponytail by some unseen miracle.
That's how he'd gotten trapped in the supply closet, since he really doubted he could outrun that thing all the way to the exit door. Maybe if there wasn't a code you had to type to get out, Samuel would've gone for it but alas that was definitely not the case. So with little else to do he had slowly started to think over the events in his mind, coming up with certain questions that he found himself wanting answers to. Which would without a doubt lead to undesirable outcomes, he was sure of it.
To start off with Samuel was positive that there was some paranormal shit going on here and that perhaps some of the other employees and most certainly the manager were aware of this. Then there was the question of the animatronics, the puppet thingy was definitely with no better word alive on a level and that scene he witnessed was some form of possession. Or from the many horror movies dealing with demons and the like that was the best option at this point. A cold hand traveled up his spine as he thought more about it, he was literally in the same room with three other animatronics for two hours not counting the four weeks before that. Were they alive or possessed as well? How could an animatronic even be alive in the first place? Heck that one even talked to him. Maybe it was the start of a robot uprising...oh boy he was gonna disable Siri from his iPhone when he got back to his apartment. If that is, he made it out.
He remembered how the puppet animatronic's voice was strictly a grown male's and that once its fit had ended it seemed to be a little girl who was speaking to him. Which brought in an entire set of questions which weren't exactly appropriate for the situation that he was now in. So was the animatronic or demon thing like a cross dresser? What the actual hell? That just seemed so wrong on many different levels. Like was it a grown man impersonating a little girl? A little girl who goes around and sometimes uses a male voice? Or an animatronic that switches to that man's voice and the little girl?
"Oh my God I'm stuck with a demon with identity issues, whoever's listening please save me. I don't want to go down like this. I know I've seriously messed up in the past, especially that one time I broke into that one church and turned all those crosses upside down. Their reactions were priceless, but please help me out here!"
Again that soft and sweet voice whispered from beyond the door and Samuel gasped as he saw long fingers scratching at the opened space beneath the door. He could only hope and pray that somehow by some slim chance that his ass would be saved. It was Friday, which meant that no one would be coming in until Monday. With everything stacked against him, his hopes diminished even further as the animatronic murmured in a gentle and barely hearable voice.
"I can show you my sins, just let me inside. I just have to be close to you, it's the only way I can put you back together afterwards."
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