I wonder how that would work
Mike Schmidt didn't have enough time to react.
Just a couple of seconds passed between the moment he saw a fast silhouette race across the west hall in his laptop and the moment the night watchman practically threw himself to the red button at his left, letting his chair fall to the floor with a loud BAM.
But it was already too late. Even if he has been working at Freddy's almost a month by now and got pretty used to the animatronics pattern, that night the luck just wasn't at his favor. Before he could press the holy life-saver button, Foxy appeared in the door frame, and with a horrifying scream that was not human, grabbed the young man by the front of his shirt.
It was the end. No doubts about that. Fear was soon took over his whole body, and Mike couldn't even feel it within himself to try to break free.
Why the hell did he take that job in the first place? The bills, the fact that he abandoned the college and the risk of losing his apartment didn't seem like the big deal anymore. Not when he was so close to the death. He would gladly live on the street if this was the alternative.
Move! Do something! A part of his mind shouted at him. In that moment, his attacker was dragging him out of the office towards the hall, taking him to his tragic destiny.
I can't! Another voice in his head answered to the first one. Mike let out the smallest of the sobs. Was he really going to die this way?
The animatronic reached to the dining area.
Then don't. The first voice suddenly turned calmer.
The other part of his mind cried in a high-pitched voice; What?!
Remember what the guy on the phone said in your first week? The voice was collected but still commanding, hoping that Mike could focus that way.
-o-
Night 3
The new night watchman checked the Pirate Cove and the show stage cameras, while half-listening the recorded message from the previous security guard. To his relief, Foxy was still inside his cove, but then frowned when he saw Bonnie already at the dining area. This…was not good.
"Uh, hey, listen. I had an idea." Mike then paid his attention to the phone guy.
"If you happen to get caught and want to avoid getting stuffed into a Freddy suit, uh… try playing dead. You know; go limp. Maybe they'll think you're an empty costume instead." The listener sighed.
That's just stupid, was his first thought.
-o-
But now- while being carried by mechanical arm at the side of a killer robot- that very possibly useless defense method turned out to be his very last hope. Schmidt closed his eyes and mentally begged to get out of that nightmare alive as he willed himself to relax his body.
"Well done, Foxy! You got it!" The security guard flinched at hearing a robotic male voice very close by. He had listened to them sing a couple of times in the past, and it took him an instant to identify Freddy's voice.
"Aye, what I be tellin' ya? Piece o' cake!"
"But, don't you guys notice something weird?" A third voice appeared. Bonnie.
"What is it?" A girl? Oh, right. Chica.
"It's not moving at all." Mike nearly jumped when he felt a cold mechanical finger poke his cheek. "They usually struggle like crazy."
"Arr? Be that really important?"
"Bonnie's right," the leader said "something is not okay."
All of the sudden, the pirate changed positions and held the guard by the arms in front of him. The young man managed not to show any kind of reaction. But couldn't do anything about the cold sweat on his forehead. He mentally prayed the animatronics wouldn't notice it.
"Oy!" The fox shook him violently "Ye be broken or somethin'?" Mike's head moved back and forward, and ended up hanging over his chest. He was slowly losing faith on the phone guy's idea, and was about to take the animatronics' moment of confusion to try to jump out of the fox's grip and run to the exit –he was sure it couldn't be very far- when Bonnie's next question stopped him.
"What if he's not an endoskeleton?" Finally one of the robots suggested, and for the first time in a long while, the human felt hope. This'll work!
"Maybe," the bear spoke "it looks more like… a suit."
It's working! Maybe he misjudged the phone guy too soon, maybe there was still a chance to-
"I'm sure it'll still do!" Chica's high-pitched voice made the guard's hope disappear in a second.
WHAT?!
"Arr! I agree."
"Alright then." The leader clapped his paws. "Chica, this time is your turn to prepare what we'll need." No one noticed when the young man's body began to tremble, which he was thankful for.
Right in that moment, when it was already too late to do something, the rest of the recorded message of his first week at Freddy's came back to Mike's mind. And the color of his skin disappeared.
'…Then again, if they think you're an empty costume, they might try ta' stuff a metal skeleton into you... I wonder how that'd work.'
The security guard could only regret for being incredibly stupid. How did he forget? He didn't know. But even if he did remember the whole message in time, he would have tried the same tactic.
He never had a chance.
Now completely aware of his situation, Schmidt let the tears out of his eyes while the most valuable memories of his young life came back to him. He remembered his family and pictured them crying over is death. He thought about all the things he wanted to do maybe someday in the future, like marrying and raising children in a happy family. Mike knew that all of that all that was now gone and was soon going to be replaced with a horrifying suffering end.
If he was lucky enough, would pass out and die painlessly. He didn't know if dying by being filled with sharp metal and wires was worse than being forcedly stuffed into a costume. He shivered; he didn't want to think too deeply about it either. It was horrifying.
Mike heard mechanical noises approach and felt the need to curve and embrace himself in a self-defense gesture, and cry out for help. But Foxy's grip wouldn't allow him, and he knew that yelling was useless. So he sobbed and felt the tears run down his face instead, his body still trembling, as pitiful as it might have looked.
He flinched as he felt a mechanical paw held the top of his head, and shut his eyes even more closed, wishing that nightmare to reach an end soon.
-o-
The animatronics giggled like little kids while passing between them little empty teacups and cold pizza around the table. Mike was sitting in one of the chairs, limp like an old rag, and Chica was holding his arms from behind moving them as if he was a doll.
You gotta be kidding me, was the only thing the security guard could think.
"Would you like more tea?" Bonnie asked.
"Aye, please!" Foxy replied.
After he realized that the animatronics didn't plan to kill him, and started use him like some kind of puppet to play tea-party, he just wanted to face-palm himself. As if the humiliation wasn't enough, they had put him on a small tiara and an apron. This robots were even more enthusiastic than the five year olds they perform for…
"This pizza is the best!" the chicken spoke with a low-pitched voice, playing the role of the motionless human, his face stained with tomato and cheese.
"Our friend Chica baked it." Freddy replied to the security guard, who never actually said a thing. The bear lifted his teacup and pretended to drink from it.
"Then tell her that she's the best pizza-maker in the world!" the animatronic lifted Mike's arms to make him clap.
"You should drink some tea, too." The rabbit suggested and leaned an empty teapot over an empty teacup to pour imaginary tea, and placed it in front of the human.
"Arr, th' lad says tha' soda be better, but tea be good too." Foxy nodded and made it look as if he ate from his slice of pizza, but messed up his face with a spot of tomato sauce.
Chica held the teacup with Mike's wrists, lifting it carefully and stopped right in front of the night watch man's face. A second later, she leaned the little teacup and ended up covering Mike's nose with it.
"Hmm~ what a great tea."
Michael Schmidt, let out a small exasperated sigh. He had never felt this pathetic before.
I hate my job...
A/N: Thanks a lot to Tifer for beta-ing!
Wow, I wrote a fnaf fanfic, yay! I couldn't resist, heh... It took more effort than what I expected though.
Thanks for reading :D
