Alright, new fandom out, not many people just yet, might as well try and stick my foot in before this place gets flooded. Anyway, I decided to write my own little shin'dig for the 5NaF thing. Trying to get a couple followers out of this, blah blah. Hope you enjoy reading it, seeyah at the end.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN "FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY'S", NOR' DO I CLAIM OWNERSHIP. THIS IS A NON-PROFIT STORY AND SHOULD BE TREATED AS SUCH.
Wait, hold the frizzle up. "FREDDY FARZBEAR PIZZERIA IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY INJURY/DEATH THAT OCCURS DURING THE JOB~".
What? What do they... Okay, I know what they mean by that, but... Why would they have to mention this?
"Why do your rules include not being responsible for "On-The-Job" deaths?" I pried, squinting to the grey haired man who stood only a few inches shorter than I did.
"We've had a couple... Uh, robberies..." I was stumbled to, this guy scratching the back of what had looked like a wig.
"Well... I guess I can bring a gun, as long as that's alright with you?"
"No. That's not needed. We have a Police Button under the desk if you need it in any emergency."
"Oh... okay?" I reply, having my head taken back slightly.
"Anyway, you start your job tonight. Come back here at Eleven Thirty, alright Mr. Lupo?"
I wave out my hand to him, palming the air as if it was a hand.
"Yeah, alright."
I started to walk away, pulling along the waver he had left in my hand. I scrolled my eyes through it once more, looking at all the rules again to make sure I hadn't missed one.
A hundred and twenty dollars for 5 days a week... That's under minimum wage... Like, six dollars under it. Nevertheless, that guy did say that he'd triple my pay if I managed well for the first week.
All right, so this job seems pretty easy then. Six hours, just sit inside an office. Then I can just sleep when I get home...
I leaned up my bicycle, pushing my hands to the bars; before peddling myself on.
Now you guys obviously don't want to wait the next seven hours to get to the "fun" part of the story, so I'll fill in a little amount of space.
My name is Jared Lupo, and I am nineteen years old. I came to this "area" a month or two ago, finding it quite disorienting for reasons I'd prefer to keep to myself. I am 5'10, brunette, brown eyes, all the Jewish except for curly hair. I have a 'nack for anything that runs on a fuse, which I think will be somewhat useful further into the story... though my character doesn't know why since I can't read the future.
Anyhow, yeah. That's pretty much all about me. I'm not anything special, well "here", in this case... And the problem with the robberies? Yeah, not such a problem for me, since I've taken care of situations similar to this... All right, so I can skip to the job now? Okay, doing that now.
So seven and a half hours pass, leaving me inside a tiny office.
"Okay, so your shift ends at six. Got it?" The manager tells me, stepping halfway through the door ahead.
"Yeah... I got it." I respond, before seeing him flash out. I tilt my head confusedly, before snapping attention to the tablet he had given me.
This place has many cameras... One in every room actually. So I guess I should just keep looking around.
I take my finger and drag around the screen, pressing each white square box against my print.
Well, this place has four animatronics... I think? "1A" has three of them in there: A Duck, a Rabbit, and a Bear... and "Pirate Cove" has the one that's out of order... Yep, that'd make four...
"Well... I guess I'll just sit here then..." I say to myself, being a person who frequently speaks to himself.
Several minutes later, I peer my eyes to the time.
"12:23..." I mutter, my eyes halved in boredom; "I should look around..."
I roll my body up, standing up off the chair. The hallways were dark, so I needed a flashlight of some sort... Well, my phone has a flash on it.
I whip my phone out and tap the screen a few times, before the flash lights up. For a phone, it made a pretty good flashlight.
With a sigh, I pulled along the tablet, tucked under my arm, and my phone in my dominant hand. The place wasn't so big, so I reached the auditorium after only a couple steps. I rambled my eyes, stepping towards the risen wood platform.
But... I could've sworn I had seen something in the back of my eye. I didn't really care though, since it was probably just a shadow of something.
"God, it's dark..." I mutter, looking around for a light switch.
Some minutes later, I found the ticket. It was behind the stage, which lit up the area and gave me a blurred vision for a second.
"Alright... so this is the stage..."
I stepped down, leaving the lights on while I kept a sight on my tablet. The kitchen was probably the next place to be, so I aimed to go there.
I nudged the door, letting it flop open and reveal another creepily dark area. This time, however, the light switch was right next to me. I flung a hand and turned it on, showing a few plain counters and some other machines.
"Alright, well that's that..." I finish, not wanting to go anywhere near the animatronics.
C'mon. Would you really want to go anywhere near those creepy 'flunkers? Especially at night too! Well, I have to turn off the stage anyway, and then I'll just sit in that office and go on my phone...
I stepped out of the door, starting to walk to the entrance that led out. I walked through, finding a rather... uhm', unsettling surprise.
The lights. They are fur-licking off.
"Wha~?"
I didn't touch them... no one did... I think... Oh god, this is pretty fucking creepy now.
I felt my palms turn ghostly as I imagined several scenarios of what could happen. Being a guy who gets pretty creeped' out when he's alone... this doesn't really fit my fancy.
I stood, staring over; before a thought came to mind. What if some guy was sneaking around?
Thinking quickly, I took out my tablet and scanned across all the rooms.
"Nothing there, Nothing there... nothing th~" I mumbled, until seeing a confusing sight.
There were... three animatronics animal things... right? Well... Uhm... I only saw two now...
My heart started beating audibly now, leaving my shaking in place.
"W-What..." I grit, sweat slowly dripping down my sideburns.
It was almost one now, and I don't think that everything was going so well now. Missing mechanical terrorist, lights are flickering out, this guy could be~.
I backed myself through the door way. Well, I didn't actually get through, since I hit something. It was... kind of fuzzy? A fuzzy door, huh? Well that's just stupid...
I peered myself around, having my heart just stop. This thing had teeth... a lot of them actually... It also had a beak, which didn't make sense. It was yellow, and had feathers... It was that missing animatronics from the room.
I kept my eyes shot open, staring at it while it stood higher than I did and stared to its level. I began to move backward, moving incredulously slow. Well, I stopped when it blinked its eyes a couple times and it closed its beak.
Then, it turned down to me.
I think I lost a little amount of my soul at this point, as I released a small whimper. It kept a stare at me, and I stared back. This held for ten minutes...
I jutted my shoulder, starting to trail off. Well, I tried at least.
My wrist had been grabbed, and fairly tightly too. This duck thing fucking grabbed me, and threw me back. I hit a door and slid back into the kitchen, of which had the lights turned off too.
I bashed my head onto the ground, having several painful tears exeunt. I shook my head, before hearing the door creek open. I scrambled my body away, hitting a table.
Ahead of me stood that animatronics... It was fucking creepy, just staring at me and shit...
After a minute or so, it notched its head down, keeping sight on me. Even more time later, I saw it slightly droop its beak; releasing a few words.
"Read my bib."
What?
Yeah, I have absolutely no idea where I'd be heading with this story. Anywho, hope you enjoyed reading it, I actually mustered up the ethic to work this out. Prolly' going to be a shorter story, read it, check out my other stuff, nag nag nag.
Love yalls
~tcx
