Note: Animatronics will be able to eat, feel and breathe, though they will be still made of metal. Since this takes place in an alternate universe, this will be one of the many quirks in this tale. I suggest that you roll with it.
I have nothing left to say except that I hope you enjoy it. I worked hard on this.
The man cursed as he carefully slipped through the doors of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. He had made a habit of entering in the back door of the restaurant...it was safer and more discreet that way, though that option was unavailable due to someone locking the door that night when closing. He did a brief sweep of the area before he ventured deeper. He was only twenty five, though you would never have guessed it from the old, festering scar that cut through the leathery skin on his sagging cheek, or his yellow, jagged teeth. The locked back door could mean one of two things: Either they'd gotten wise to him or a particularly watchful manager had been on duty when they closed. Probably the latter since they obviously hadn't been watchful enough to lock the front doors. Well, the only way to be sure was to check his stashes.
Yes, perfect. They hadn't been moved. He smirked. Gerald, you're a genius, He told himself. Who's gonna suspect that somebody hid some "Goods" in the cutesie pizzeria that all the children loved?
He held out a bottle of pills and shook them, ever so smug. Each tiny pill was worth ten smackers. Well worth his trouble, that's for sure.
He was so preoccupied in counting his wealth that he didn't notice another presence in the room.
"You are not permitted in here." Freddy rasped out.
Gerald whipped around. "Little Pete, is that-WAH!"
Freddy crossed his arms. "You have a lot of explaining to do."
"Get the fuck away from me, you...suit!"
"That's suits to you." Chica stated coolly, appearing at Freddy's right side. "
Have at thou!" Bonnie shouted, dashing to Freddy's left.
Gerald backed away, clutching an armful of pill bottles. Freddy advanced, followed his every move.
At a loss, Gerald whipped out the knife he always kept on hand, pointing it at the animatronic.
Freddy's eyes widened. He backed away a bit, keeping a safe distance from from the pointy tip.
Gerald grinned. "Ooh, scared of the knife, bear?" He took a step forward, waving the knife. relishing in his advantage.
His glee was cut short when two hands clamped over his shoulders.
"Get that knife away from my friend!" Chica shouted furiously, shaking the man.
"You have a simple choice," Freddy snarled. "Leave and don't bother us again, or die."
Gerald gulped, struggling against the stronger, angrier, Chicken, all traces of smugness gone. "Please don't hurt me." He begged, a tear streaking down his face. "I'll leave. Forever. I'll find some other place to-t-to- well, never mind-You'll never see me, again! I promise!"
"And why should we believe you?" Asked Freddy quietly.
"Why? Wh-why?" Gerald cried in a shrill voice. "Th-this is why!" He struggled furiously against Chica's grip, and she easily subdued him. He wailed wordlessly, and Freddy and Bonnie exchanged a concerned glance.
The man stared left, right, up and down-ah-ha! He lifted his right foot, and stomped down on Chica's foot. Chica cried out in pain. Gerald wedged his foot between her toes, trying to splay them apart, fear clouding his mind and dictating his body. Chica's hands clenched, then let go.
Gerald dropped his pills, and ran out the front doors, shrieking for his life. He never wanted to see the place again.
A/N: And there it is! The first chapter! Updates will be made twice a week, if all goes as planned. Please leave your thoughts! I would love constructive criticism!