When I First Saw You

David Smith jiggled the door to make sure that it was locked. Last thing he wanted was for his first night on the job to be cut short because he'd been careless and some punk had slipped in and broken something.

But the door remained resolutely shut. Nodding in satisfaction, he jumped and pulled down the security shutter as well. He locked that down, checked it again to make sure it would stay down and finally felt himself relax. Not normally how you'd feel starting out a new job, but he had good reason to be.

He'd just started working as the night guard at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. He'd never really heard of it before he moved to this place and saw they were looking for a security guard to work the night shift in the local paper. He needed a job and there weren't many places willing to hire a guy with a major in Music Studies. Luckily, this job was open with no previous experience or many qualifications.

David could see why the place was so popular though. It was known for its animatronic performing robots. When he'd come in for the interview, he'd seen them at work. They not only played music, like at other places, but they actually moved. They came off stage, played with the kids, talked to them. They could actually hold conversations. It really was incredible. And for tonight and every night following, it was his job to look after them.

The interview had been rather odd though. Rather than his qualifications, the manager Aaron Johnson had been more interested in his personal qualities. If he got on well with other people. If he was trustworthy. If he was open minded. David had answered as honestly as he could and Johnson just said that he was ideal for it.

From what he'd gathered, he was working on his own here at night. Maybe being trustworthy was essential to being a good guard, but when would he have to work with other people? There was no one else here.

Well, it didn't really matter anyway. He had a job, he was earning some cash and more importantly, he was alone. Time to take full advantage of that fact. He pulled out his Walkman, inserted one of the tapes he kept in his pocket, put on his headphones and pressed play.

The eerie silence of the restaurant was replaced by the head bobbing rhythm of Come and Get Your Love by the Redbones sounding in his ears. When he walked back to the dining area, he was just tapping his foot in time to the beat. When the lyrics actually kicked in, that was when he started dancing.

David might not be the world's greatest dancer, but who the hell was going to notice here? He had about ten minutes to kill before his shift actually started and then he'd have six hours before he clocked out. This is what he was doing to pass the time and no one was telling him otherwise.

He slid around on the freshly cleaned floors. He jumped on the tables and did jigs from one end to the other whilst belting out the lyrics. He stood on stage and moved his hips like he was the King reincarnated. He even took the bear's microphone and sang into it to an invisible crowd. He might be a night guard, but in his mind he was a rock star.

David danced his way to the back, checked the rear fire exit behind the security office was shut and sat himself down. He took a moment while he scanned the security monitors in front of him. Then, he realised he'd been dancing in full view of all of these cameras. In the end, he shrugged it off. Let whoever was going over the footage get a laugh out of it.

He checked his watch. Bang on midnight. Not that he'd notice the time passing. Monster Mash was just starting on his mix tape. It was just getting to the part of working in the lab late one night, when David's eyes beheld an eerie sight.

The robots were starting to move.

"What the…?" He took off his headphones and leaned in toward the monitor.

It was no trick of the light. Those things were moving. One by one, they left the stage. David checked to see them convening in the dining room. One of them, the bear, went through a door near the stage. The other two, the rabbit and the chicken, remained in the dining area. Were they… talking to each other?

Putting away his Walkman, David got up from his chair and pulled out his torch and baton. Had someone forgot to turn them off? Had his messing around on stage perhaps turned them on somehow? Whatever the case, he needed to shut them down and get them back where they should be. Johnson would fire him on the spot if those things were damaged in any way.

Quietly, he crept down the west hall towards the dining area. He didn't know how they'd react if they saw him, but he decided it would be best to lay low until he figured out what was going on. As he got closer, he could begin to make out their conversation. He hid out of sight just at the entrance and listened.

"… sure that man is gone, Bonnie?" a quiet voice asked.

"Relax, Cheeks," replied a bolder voice. "He was probably just here to lock up for the night. I think we're good."

"I don't know… I think it would be better to check…"

"You worry too much. He went out the back and left, I'm telling you," insisted the other voice. "Whatever, I'm not spending one more minute in this suit."

David frowned. Weren't they supposed to keep their suits on? More importantly, why did they feel the need to take them off? He peered his head around the corner. From what he could tell in the darkened room, the bunny with the bold voice was removing her suit. But what was underneath didn't appear to be the endoskeleton they were supposed to be. It was almost like a person taking off a mascot's costume…

"Whew! That's a relief!" The bunny shook her head… wait, were those rabbit ears? "Even after a week, I don't think I'll ever get used to wearing this thing."

"But we have to, Bon," murmured the chicken. "I-It's the rules."

"Not at night, it isn't. Nobody here but us chickens." The rabbit, Bonnie, paused. "Well, this chicken."

"I'm still not sure about that…"

"Chica, will you give it a rest already?" sighed Bonnie. "He's gone. He's not here. Now come on, let's get yours off."

"B-Bonnie, wait!" The chicken, Chica, struggled feebly while Bonnie took off her head and other parts too. Yet again, the same thing. "I-I can do this myself!"

"If I let you do it, it'll be time to put it back on again." Bonnie stood back proudly when she was finished. "There. Doesn't that feel better?"

"Yes, it does. But there was no need for that," Chica said, like a mother scolding a child.

"Yeah, I know, we're big girls now. Well, you are anyway." Bonnie prodded her stomach. "Maybe cut down on the pizzas, huh Cheeks?"

"You know full well it's part of my design," huffed Chica. "Besides, I have a very healthy figure. D-Don't I?"

"Yeah, you look great," said Bonnie casually. "Having a little waddle weight isn't that bad for you. And it gives us a contrast. I'm the tall, slim one. You're short, rather big around the waist one."

"Thank you for the ringing endorsement," she remarked good naturedly. "I hope Foxy doesn't feel like jumping out at us again tonight."

"That's the fun with Foxy. You never really know," said Bonnie.

"And Freddy…" Chica looked towards the door. "You think he'll come out tonight?"

"If he does, he does," shrugged Bonnie. "He needs his space."

"I know," sighed Chica. "It must have been horrible for him, having to be the one to do it. I still can't believe that Goldie…"

"Hey, it doesn't matter about her anymore," said Bonnie quickly. "She's gone now. What she did sucks, I know, but we just have to move on from it. Won't do us any good beating ourselves up about it."

"Even so, despite what she's done, what she tried to do…" Chica sighed again. "I think we're going to miss her. Especially Freddy."

"I guess," murmured Bonnie. "But whatever. Doesn't matter now."

Silence fell for a bit. David considered finally coming out and finding out what was going on. But then Chica spoke again, in an attempt to lighten a now sombre mood.

"So, who do you think that guy was before?" she asked Bonnie. "I know we have someone lock up, but they usually do it half an hour before we can take our suits off. Why did they leave it so late tonight?"

"Who knows?" Bonnie snorted with laughter. "Maybe he just wanted to have a little time to himself, eh?"

Chica giggled. "He was certainly very enthusiastic."

"I know, right?" snickered Bonnie. "I know we're not supposed to move until everyone's gone, but I was so tempted to grab his shoulders and say 'boo' when he came up on stage. Anything not to watch him do anymore of that wild flailing."

"I think he was dancing, Bon," pointed out Chica.

Bonnie barked a laugh. "That's what that was? I thought someone had just put itching powder in his pants. Hey, that's not a bad idea…"

"Okay, that's enough," David said out loud and rounded the corner. "My dancing is not that bad."

The reactions of the two were immediate. Chica screamed and hid behind Bonnie. Bonnie jumped, looking bewildered. David jumped too when he felt something grab him from behind and lock his arms behind his back with a fearsome strength.

"Arrrgh! Gotcha, laddie!" a pirate accented voice growled in his ear. "Wha' we go' ourselves here, then? Looks mighty like a spy ta me!"

"Or a wrecker." Bonnie stalked toward him. "Is that what you're here for, huh? Thought it'd be cool to come in and break some stuff?"

David felt a little uneasy at being caught and confronted like this, but he pushed it down. He was the night guard here. Time to act like it.

"Hey, I'm supposed to be here," retorted David. "A closed restaurant isn't the place for fancy dress parties, you know. Let me go now, return the animatronic endoskeletons and I won't press charges as long as nothing's broken."

"The only thing broken here'll be yer wrist, laddie, if ya don't clear off out-a here 'fore I'm done countin' ta three once I let ya go," snarled the pirate guy.

"Cool it, Foxy." Bonnie regarded him suspiciously. "What do you mean you're supposed to be here?"

"Well, unlike you guys, I'm not dressed up like this for the heck of it," he replied. "Seriously, take off those silly ears, tell your pirate buddy to let me go and just tell me what's going on."

"What'd you say about my ears?" she snapped.

"Um, Bonnie? F-Foxy?" Chica peered out from behind her and was looking David over. Now that he was closer, he noticed she had… were those feathers in her hair? "L-Look at his uniform. A-And he has the keys."

Now, Bonnie was giving him a look over. She looked at the baton and torch the pirate guy, who David assumed was Foxy, had prized from him. She scanned his security uniform and badge. Her steely expression became one of bemusement.

"Oh," she said simply.

"Yeah," nodded David. "Getting it now?"

"What in the world is the commotion out here?" A new voice came from the stage door and David saw a rather burly form approach them. "Foxy, what are you doin' to this poor young man? And you two, lettin' him?"

"Sorry, boss. We thought he was breaking in here. Let him go, Foxy," she added. "Apparently, he's the new night guard."

"Y-You mean… he's going to be with us?" asked Chica. "A-A-All night?"

"Well yeah, that's kind of his job, Cheeks," replied Bonnie.

"Oh goodness me…" She looked a little terrified at the concept. "S-S-Sorry…"

"Aye." David felt a relief when Foxy let him go. "Sorry 'bout tha', matey."

"Um… no problem." David looked at Foxy to see a pair of fox ears and a bushy tail too. "Okay, am I missing something here? What is going on?"

"You're goin' to have to give us a lil' time to explain that, son." The burly figure approached, a mature guy with a pair of bear's ears. "It's a bit complicated."

"I can see that. Why were you wearing the suits? Where are the animatronics?"

"You're kind of looking at them," answered Bonnie. "There are no endoskeletons. There haven't been since we replaced them last week."

"What?" This only made David more confused. "How can you replace them? You're people. The whole thing about this place is the performing robots!"

"Like I said, it's complicated. It's probably gonna be a lil' hard to take in, but Aaron wouldn't have brought you on if he didn't think you were open minded." The old guy gestured to the room he'd come from. "Why don't you come along with me and I'll do my best to explain?"

David regarded the four of them warily. He really wasn't sure what to make of what they were telling him, but all of Johnson's questions in the interview seemed like they made a lot more sense now. It didn't make whatever was going on right now any clearer, but if this guy had something in the way of an answer, it couldn't hurt to listen.

"Okay then," he said. "Lead the way."

"Certainly. Oh, please forgive my lack of manners but I'm afraid I don't know your name," he realised.

"It's David. David Smith."

"Nice to meet you, David. My name is Freddy Fazbear and I think it's time for me to shed some light on your new career choice."

Well, here we are again folks. Time for another story.

Okay first off, don't expect daily updates. At least not yet. This just a little way of saying that I am working on one. But I do have university work to think about and essay deadlines, which need a lot of research. But I will work on these when I can. I ask you all to please be patient and not bombard me with messages about updates. I'm feeling pressured enough without it.

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