Our Private Little War
"Hello, hello? Uh, I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night. Um, I actually worked in that office before you. I'm finishing up my last week now, as a matter of fact. So, I know it can be a bit overwhelming, but I'm here to tell you there's nothing to worry about. Uh, you'll do fine. So, let's just focus on getting you through your first week. Okay?
"Uh, let's see, first there's an introductory greeting from the company that I'm supposed to read. Uh, it's kind of a legal thing, you know. Um, "Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. A magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life. Fazbear Entertainment is not responsible for damage to property or person. Upon discovering that damage or death has occurred, a missing person report will be filed within 90 days, or as soon property and premises have been thoroughly cleaned and bleached, and the carpets have been replaced."
"Blah blah blah, now that might sound bad, I know, but there's really nothing to worry about. Uh, the animatronic characters here do get a bit quirky at night, but do I blame them? No. If I were forced to sing those same stupid songs for twenty years and I never got a bath? I'd probably be a bit irritable at night too. So, remember, these characters hold a special place in the hearts of children and we need to show them a little respect, right? Okay.
"So, just be aware, the characters do tend to wander a bit. Uh, they're left in some kind of free roaming mode at night. Uh...Something about their servos locking up if they get turned off for too long. Uh, they used to be allowed to walk around during the day too. But then there was The Bite of '87. Yeah. I-It's amazing that the human body can live without the frontal lobe, you know?
"Uh, now concerning your safety, the only real risk to you as a night watchman here, if any, is the fact that these characters, uh, if they happen to see you after hours probably won't recognize you as a person. They'll p-most likely see you as a metal endoskeleton without its costume on. Now since that's against the rules here at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, they'll probably try to...forcefully stuff you inside a Freddy Fazbear suit. Um, now, that wouldn't be so bad if the suits themselves weren't filled with crossbeams, wires, and animatronic devices, especially around the facial area. So, you could imagine how having your head forcefully pressed inside one of those could cause a bit of discomfort...and death. Uh, the only parts of you that would likely see the light of day again would be your eyeballs and teeth when they pop out the front of the mask, heh.
"Y-Yeah, they don't tell you these things when you sign up. But hey, first day should be a breeze. I'll chat with you tomorrow. Uh, check those cameras, and remember to close the doors only if absolutely necessary. Gotta conserve power. Alright, good night."
A wolf with cerulean eyes sits there quietly, nodding his head slightly. He wore a rather… overprotective guard uniform. He wore a black shirt and black pants. On top of his shirt he wore a black vest with a multitude of pockets while on his pants he wore a security belt which held a flashlight. He also wore a hat which said 'Security' on it.
With a sigh, he grabs the tablet and looks at the cameras. "Alrighty then, let's see what we can make of this… Jesus, these machines are disgusting."
Sometimes he regretted talking his sister Ryan out of this job. But he always told himself, 'Alex, you did what you had to. Now quit your bitching and be a good brother. Not like your endeavors of turning a machine into a real creature would ever happen. So shut up.'
Now that he thought about it, his conscience was an asshole. Sighing heavily, he looks around the office before his eyes fall upon the cupcake… with eyes.
"What the fuck? Why does that cupcake have… never mind. I don't want to know."
Looking back to the tablet, he goes to one of the cameras… to see that Bonnie was gone. "Oh… um… wait, what?"
Clicking through the cameras, he finds Bonnie in the supply closet. "Oh… you're gonna clean… guess that's what rabbits do on their free time. They clean…"
That's when he hears a child's laugh. "There shouldn't be children here…"
Getting up, he approaches the right door before turning on the light… to see Chica in the window. "Jesus fucking Christ," he shouts before slamming on the door button.
The light made it clear that she was still in the window, looking at him with her plastic eyes. They stared at each other… until suddenly, she vanished.
"What the fuck? Is this place fucking haunted?"
Chica suddenly slammed her hands down onto the window, making Alex jump back in fright. Unfortunately, upon doing so, he heard behind him, "Yar har har!"
He had no time to react as a burning pain flooded his mind. Whatever hit him had pierced his right shoulder.
As he touched it with one of his hands, he screamed in both fear and fright as he was soon pulled out into the hallway. Whatever had pulled him now revealed himself to be none other than Foxy.
"Yar har har, look what I got here, a filthy scalawag!"
Alex soon found himself thrown down the hall, blood dripping from his shoulder onto the floor. In times like these, Alex knew that the smart thing to do was to run away as fast as possible.
And run he did. Pushing himself off the floor, he managed to run down the hall, hearing Foxy chasing right after him.
As he ran, listening to the metallic clang of Foxy's feet, he makes a sharp turn and, entering a dark room, he runs till his knees smack into something hard.
"Son of a bitch," he growls in pain before touching what was in front of him. What he found startled him. It was Foxy's stage… he was in Pirate Cove.
"Shit…" and he turns around to see Foxy entering the cove, "Double shit…"
"Ah, landlubber, time for ye to walk the plank."
"Triple shit…"
Foxy laughs and, as he approaches the security guard, he watches as the guard pulls himself onto the stage before running behind the curtain. "No one escapes from Cap'n Foxy!"
Stepping onto the stage, he is suddenly greeted by the sharp point of a sword… and the security guard is holding it. "What be this? Mutiny?!"
"Mutiny? You are trying to kill me!"
Foxy laughs and, doing circles with Alex till his back was to the curtain and Alex's was to the crowd, he says, "That be true… alright you sea dog, let's see what yer made of."
He suddenly reaches back and, finding the barrel with the real swords, he grabs one before striking Alex. However, Alex blocked, making both swords create a slight spark as blade hit blade.
"What the? Where did ye learn to wield a sword landlubber?"
"Well," and once they separated, Foxy attacked again, making Alex block once more, "Unlike my brothers, I joined the Army," and they separated once more, this time Alex striking and Foxy blocking, "And they taught me how to wield knives and other weapons. So… in a sense, I taught myself sword fighting."
Unbeknownst to Alex, Freddy, Chica, and Bonnie had entered Pirate's Cove to see what was going on. Upon seeing the sword fight, they stood still, wanting to know who would win… and who would lose? If the guard lost, they'd get a new animatronic!
Another clang and Foxy, being the pirate he was, suddenly kicks Alex hard in the stomach, forcing him off his feet and onto his back. With a groan, Alex barely has a chance to block as Foxy is right on top of him, swinging like a mad pirate fox.
One of Foxy's attacks had gotten lucky and managed to slice Alex's arm, blood spraying onto the stage. Alex yelped in pain before Foxy kicks his sword out of his hands, sending it clattering to the floor.
With a laugh, Foxy says, "Now landlubber, it is time for ye to die."
Before he could attack, Alex, grabbing his combat knife, suddenly makes his counterattack, forcing Foxy back.
Due to the malfunctioning hardware in his head, Foxy couldn't comprehend what was happening as he was forced to block attack after attack from the mad security guard.
"I," and the clang of both blades hitting hard echoed throughout Pirate Cove, "Will," and he kicked Foxy's leg, forcing him back even more, "Not," and he closed the distance, blade hitting blade, "Be," and he punched Foxy in the head, hurting both them, "Killed," and he forced Foxy's left arm up, his sword in the air, "By," and using his combat knife, he struck, sending Foxy's sword to the stage as well, "You," and his blade was pressed against the pirate fox's mechanical throat.
The three watching were surprised by that and simply watched as the guard forced Foxy to his knees. They didn't even know how to react.
Foxy simply looks up and says, "Alright lad… ye have won. Do what ye gotta do and strike me down and send me to Davey Jones' locker."
Foxy closes his eyes, waiting for the killing blow. But the blow never came. Instead, he heard Alex sheath his blade and simply limps off the stage, holding his wounded arm in the process.
Foxy opens his eyes and, looking at the guard, he asks, "Why… did you spare me lad?"
Alex simply stops and, with a sigh, remains quiet before limping back to the security office, disappearing down the hall. He was going to let the machines question why the guard spared the fox's life.
Finally making it back to the office, Alex closes both doors before reaching into an aid kit. Grabbing the hydrogen peroxide and bandages.
He removed his vest and shirt, revealing a white undershirt, which happened to be stained red, and he began to pour the hydrogen peroxide onto the cut on his arm. He grit his teeth and, muffling a groan of pain, he closes his eyes tight as the liquid falls upon his cut, sterilizing the wound.
"F-Fuck…" he groans before applying the bandage, using his knife to cut the bandage off when the cut was fully covered.
What he did not know was that all four animatronics were watching him apply bandages to his wounds that were given to him from Foxy.
Bonnie turns around and says, "You sure did a number on him."
"That I did…"
"Still surprised that he beat you in a fight."
"That I am. Must be somethin' about this 'Army' trainin' that he got."
"Army?"
"Who knows what that be? Probably some form of security trainin' or somethin'."
"Hopefully he isn't mad that we hurt him."
"I'm sure the lad is mad… though I doubt he'll do anythin' to hurt us."
In the office, after Alex bandaged his shoulder, he sighs heavily. He wanted to be mad… but to be mad at a machine who was programmed to punish endoskeletons out of their suit… but whatever Foxy did to him, he felt it had nothing to do with programming.
Either Foxy needed a friend because he was lonely… or the fuck was sadistic and cruel and he would probably need to pack heat every time he came to this fucking hell.
Hopefully it was the former. If it was the latter… well, he had a Glockenspiel 17 in his gun safe so he could easily bring that to work if he had to. But he'd only use it for emergencies. There would be no point in shooting shadows and not have any ammo for the killer machines.
"Hmm… I think I'll sleep till six since it's four… and I have enough power…"
Deciding to leave his shirt and vest off, he simply fell asleep, his blood stained undershirt the only thing making him not half naked.
The machines watched him sleep before returning to their positions. They were going to leave the guard alone for the rest of the night. He needed the break… for today.
Tomorrow is a new day. Maybe they'll get lucky and the guard will forget to close one of the doors… or maybe the guard will make it through. Either way, things were going to get really bad, really fast.
As six o'clock came around, Alex, using an alarm to wake him up, suddenly arose to the sound of a very obnoxious beeping.
"Well… guess I'll be back tomorrow…"
He pushes himself out of his chair, grabbing his security shirt and vest before walking towards the exit. If the machines decided they want a war, he would give them a war.
A/N: This story was actually written by my buddy. He didn't want to post it on his profile because... actually, I have no idea, he just said "Hey, here's a document for you with action and shit." So... this story is pretty much what would happen if Ryan never became a guard, but Alex did. Hope you enjoy it and I think my friend will keep writing for this story. And yes, it is rated M.