"-and remember to close the doors only if absolutely necessary. Gotta conserve power. Alright, good night."
Eric was worried by the words of the man on the phone. Because he had yet to get a residence of his own, he had, reluctantly, got this night watchmen job in this sketchy, inner-city kiddy pizzeria to keep the verbal abuse of his mother at bay. The possibility of dieing inside a musty old fursuit was NOT outlined in his interview.
He sank back into his shredded office chair, nervously studying the tablet with staticky live feeds to each of the outdated security cameras. Flipping to the camera facing the main stage, he was relieved to see that each of the animatronic characters were in their proper, "performance" placement. Even without the possibility of suffering a terribly violent death at their hands, Eric thought, how could children feel anything other then ABJECT TERROR towards those freaky things. Eric was reminded of the animatronic characters at the chain pizzeria he went to as a child, and how the other kids made fun of him for being scared of them. Its their eyes, he thought. Their eyes are almost completely motionless, so you can never be sure of their true intentions.
Turning back to the mainstage camera, his pulse quickened when he noticed that two of the animatronics, "Bonnie" and "Chica", were missing from the stage. Panicking, he frantically flipped through the tabs on the tablet, until he had located both animatronics on the dining room camera, standing face to face inbetween two of the tables.
Well, at least they'll be easier to keep track of, as long as they're keeping each other company. Eric's breathing slowed slightly. I'll just switch in between the stage and the dining area cameras every couple minutes.
About twenty minutes passed without much disturbance. Eric was almost convinced the animatronics were done for the night, until he switched to the dining room camera for the fourth time that night. Bonnie and Chica were sitting atop adjacent tables, legs crossed and hands clasped. Eric was slightly unnerved, but nonetheless relieved that they showed no signs of leaving the room. Weird, Eric thought to himself, it almost looks like they're... having a conversation.
Just then, Bonnie and Chica turned their heads slowly to face the camera, seemingly looking directly at Eric, eyelids lowered slightly. Eric could feel himself quivering slightly, as they locked him in this impromptu staring contest for a few moments, before the camera cut out suddenly to loud, jarring static. In a panic, Eric quickly shut the doors to the security office, and the power began slowly ticking away. He quickly returned to the tablet to search through the other cameras for the animatronics.
WHAM
Eric almost dropped the tablet in fright. Leaning against the left and right windows, respectively, were Bonnie and Chica, eyeing him ominously.
"GOD, THEIR EYES!" Eric sputtered, choking back panic. Although he knew the security doors were tightly sealed, for now at least, he backed his chair up to the far corner of the office, away from his desk.
Eric attempted to calm himself. Everythings fine, I'll just keep the doors closed until... six... in the morning. He gulped dryly, looking from Bonnie, to Chica, to the power meter. Or maybe until they go away, and they will. Another bar ticked away from the power. They HAVE to.
It was about 2 AM when Eric had more or less accepted that he was going to die in a kiddy pizzeria/arcade.
"WHAT KIND OF SUB-INFANTILE CODEMONKEY AMOEBA WRITES AN AI THAT CAN'T DISCERN A METAL ENDOSKELETON FROM A HUMAN BEING." Eric had reached a level of panic that had adopted a form of internal, trivial humor to cope with his current situation. "At least my mom is gonna make MAD bank from the lawsuit." Eric broke down in hysterical laughter.
Eric brought both hands up to his face, and starting pushing against his temples as the battery ticked down to its final bar. Studying Bonnie and Chica again, he noticed just how SHAPELY Bonnie and Chica were, each sporting a pair of heady birthing hips and even thick, shapely breasts. Eric realized that they had been upgraded...sorta, since he first saw them at the interview. He hadn't noticed it before, because of the low quality of the security cameras.
"...and thats w..where furries come from." Eric chuckled hoarsely, as if the mental image of a teacher instructing a classroom full of bright eyed, young students on how strangely sexual, anthropormorphic images of animals in media aimed at young children spurs their attraction to the furry fandom later in life had any scruple of a scruple of relevance at that moment. Eric hadn't considered that those could have been his last words on this planet.
That is because Eric was insane.
Eric shut his eyes and pulled on his hair as he heard the doors to the office slide open, and heard the horrendous shrieks of two animatronics as they sped towards him and tackled him out of his chair onto the ground.
"Boo!" giggled a high pitched, mechanically fuzzy voice from on top of him.