Hey there! Thanks for sticking around, or dropping by again, or for the first time. Now if you want to have a visual on the human form of the animatronics and the security guards, I personally use pole-bear's designs as a visual. Look them up on Tumblr, or google "pole-bear fnaf" or something along those lines.
Also, there will be a bit of breaking the fourth wall in this chapter. Though it will be for a small portion of the chapter, not all of it. I apologize for that, but that was an intention of mine for this story.
Edit 12/13/14: While looking on pole-bear's Tumblr, they answered some asks and Toy Bonnie's height is 5'5". That's the only detail that's bugging me here.
Upon entering the building, Jack's nostrils were greeted with the delectable scent of pizza. The noise was pretty loud, considering it was a Monday morning. Looking around he saw that the "Party Rooms" were down the main hall on the left and right, and he could see the stage area from his view point, or at least a portion of it. Impressively, unlike the game, this place was superbly cleaned and shined as beautifully as a diamond. There were happy portraits of the owner and staff, posters, and drawings, made by the staff and children who went here. Looking down the hall, attempting to catch a glimpse of the stage. He saw the glimpse of long blue hair, and dismissed it.
"Probably someone with long dyed hair." He shrugged it off as, but he felt as if he had dismissed it too quickly.
Attempting to walk down the hall, he was stopped by a security guard, dressed in generic security guard uniform, but with a logo of Freddy on his right breast pocket. He seemed to be early 20s, long blonde hair styled like the hero of an anime, and light blue-green eyes. Looking at his name tag, Jack almost laughed that it read "Jeremy Fitzgerald."
"Something funny to you?" He asked annoyed, "You probably should be in school right now, and I didn't see you walk in with an adult of any kind, so you have some explaining to do."
"For starters," Jack began, "I'm lost, and I was informed that this was the closest eating establishment. Though I don't think I will be leaving this town anytime soon, and my parents are… in another state at the moment. I would also like to talk to the management about the opening for the security guard position. Before that, I'd like to use your restroom, if that isn't too much trouble."
Jeremy let out a long sigh. It seemed like it wasn't a good day for him. "Yeah sure that's fine, they're just down this main hall and to the left. I'll wait for you and escort you to Mr. Fazbear's office."
Jack thanked Jeremy and went to the restroom and relieved himself. After washing up, he headed back out into the hall. Jeremy had put a walkie-talkie back on the clip of his belt.
"Alright, Mr. Fazbear knows you're on your way. Now if you could follow me down this hall…" Jeremy informed as he began walking down the hall.
Jack had to break into a semi-jog to catch up with him, and they went into the stage area. The room was about half-full, filled with kids intently listening to the performing animatronics. Though Jack stopped in his tracks. They were obviously the "new and improved" animatronics, but they looked human. Human like the drawings of the human alternate universe of the game he had seen on the Internet. While staring at the trio on stage, Toy Bonnie's eyes met his, the bunny playing the guitar intensely. As soon as their eyes locked, he seemed to have winked at him, then played his guitar louder, making the children cheer. Jack didn't know why, but he involuntary shivered, even though the room was almost stifling hot.
"They aren't one hundred percent human." Jeremy commented, having stopped to come back for Jack, "Underneath the human appearance are just wires like a normal robot. Personally, I find it a little peculiar, but hey, the kids seem to enjoy it. They even enjoy the old animatronics we refurbished. They reside in the Kid's Cove now. C'mon, let's not keep Mr. Fazbear waiting."
The two then headed towards the office, which had a stereotypical office door with the words "Management – Mr. Fazbear" and a few other names painted on it. Opening the door, Jack followed Jeremy in.
"Mr. Fazbear? This is the new applicant I radioed you about. His name is…"
"Jack. Jack Smith, and it's a pleasure to meet you."
The office looked that of a police captain's office in a crime show. Wood paneling, lighting that was very 80s, and numerous portraits and awards were decked on the walls. They were for best pizza, entertainment, safety, and health. Jack mentally laughed. The two locations depicted in the games were so run down and unsanitary, this was practically comical. Just then the desk chair swiveled, and it held Mr. Fazbear. He is a very hefty man, with semi-balding brown hair, piercing blue eyes, and was wearing an awfully highlighter orange suit.
Mr. Fazbear's face lit up with a huge smile, "Thank you Jeremy and it's also a pleasure to meet you too Jack. Please, have a seat. Jeremy, if you don't mind, please go back out and patrol. The other guards will need help, especially today."
"Of course Mr. Fazbear." He said with a smile, and left, leaving the two alone.
Jack took a seat in a green armchair in front of Mr. Fazbear's desk. Mr. Fazbear then proceeded with this impromptu interview.
"Now Jack," Mr. Fazbear began, "What makes you think you're qualified to be part of the Fazbear family?"
Jack then began to rattle off reasons to him. Excellent problem solving skills, public speaking, organizational skills, teamwork, and more of what he thought was good for landing him a job. He had absolutely no experience with an interview, but he had picked up bits and pieces of what to do/not do on the "Money and Jobs" portion of his local news station.
"Alright." Mr. Fazbear said. The two then sat in silence while he scribbled something on a piece of paper. After a few minutes of intense silence, Mr. Fazbear smiled and said, "You got the job. Congratulations, you start tonight! However, you'll need to fill out this form with the information you know, and if at all possible, some identification."
Jack whooped for joy then stopped. He asked, "You said identification?" with a hint of unease in his voice.
"Yes I did, if it isn't too much trouble." Mr. Fazbear replied.
Internally, Jack screamed. How had he gotten this far without anyone asking for ID? After quickly running through a few scenarios in his mind if he lied, he figured his best bet would to be to come clean to Mr. Fazbear, only if he seemed like he would accept the story. So, Jack thought of a few preliminary questions to ask before telling the truth.
"Mr. Fazbear, I'll provide you my ID but I'd like to ask you a few questions first. Is that okay?" Jack asked.
"Sure thing. Go right ahead." Mr. Fazbear replied.
"Alright, so Mr. Fazbear, you seem like an intelligent man, what are your thoughts on science?"
"I don't see how this is relevant to the situation at hand, but I believe that is one of the best things the human race has done, and it has many possibilities. Heck, it even created our animatronics!"
"I see. Now, your thoughts on time travel? Can science do it? And do you believe that those who go missing in the present are displaced in time, across alternate universes potentially?"
"I feel time travel can happen, yes, and sometimes I do find myself pondering what happens to those who go missing. What you just said is one possibility I've considered in my spare time. Now are you going to show me your ID?"
"Yes sir, I have it right here, as well as my school ID."
Jack pulled out his driver's license and school ID cards, and handed them over to Mr. Fazbear, hesitantly. Mr. Fazbear looked them over, a shocked expression crossing his face. "Are you truly from the future? Or is this some joke?"
Beginning with telling the tale, Jack recounted how he came home from school, and went in his room to use his computer. Of course he had to give a brief explanation of how computers have evolved from the one currently sitting on Mr. Fazbear's desk.
"Now against my better judgment, I'll tell you about your restaurant in my times, well, my world." Jack told him.
He explained, in rather lengthy detail, about how the restaurant chain have been the settings for a video game. There had been many murders and kidnappings across that versions history, all of which were attempted to be covered up, but to no avail, and he brought up the Bite of '87. He explained the stories of Mike Schmidt, Jeremy Fitzgerald, Fritz Smith, and Phone Guy. Jack went so far as to briefly touch on some theories surrounding the game, like how The Game Theorists linked the games possible inspiration to a Chuck E. Cheese murder, and that the first game is just a hallucination of Mike Schmidt's mind. Just a personal hell conjured up to attempt to find peace for killing the innocent children.
"That's a lot to take in I know," Jack said after he finished, "But you wanted the truth, and you got the truth."
A stunned Mr. Fazbear then replied, "How can I truly believe you're from the future of another universe? I know I could believe these things, odd as they are, but what you've just told me seems far-fetched."
"I knew you were going to say that, so here's the icing on this weird mixed up cake."
Pulling his iPhone from his pocket he walked over to Mr. Fazbear and clicked the home button. The screen lit up, giving the date of the current time period accurately. The background of his phone was one of a human Bonnie and Toy Bonnie standing side-by-side, and he swiped to right to reveal a keypad, and he put in his passcode.
"Simply put, it's like a mini-computer," Jack began, "Using it for the Internet, or social media, applications designed to keep people in touch. Though, it makes phone calls and texts, short electronic messages, to any recipient."
He pulled up the phone app, and showed an awe-struck Mr. Fazbear the features of it. "So that's the gist of it. Believe it or not, that's my story and it's all true."
"I believe it. Somehow I do, as crazy as it seems, but I wouldn't have believed it if it wasn't for your little gadget there. Now that's settled, we're going to need to get you a security uniform, and for you to fill out the form."
Leaving the office with Mr. Fazbear, arms filled with his uniform, Jack expressed his living concerns to Mr. Fazbear. He had money, but not valid due to his situation, no credit, and nothing to prove he "existed".
"Leave that to me," Mr. Fazbear said, "I'll go talk to Jeremy. He'll be on his break soon so if it goes over well, he'll be back to get you. In the meantime, why don't you sit down and enjoy the show. If you get the chance, introducing yourself to the animatronics might not be a bad idea."
Jack thanked Mr. Fazbear and sat down at a table. Checking the walls for a clock, he saw it was close to noon. Pulling out his phone, he compared the time to see if they were matching, and they were. That was very odd. How was his phone working like it normally would in a time that doesn't even have a basic flip phone?
Glancing up at the stage, the newer animatronics were walking off, and heading down to the main floor to greet the children. Toy Freddy went to the center of the crowd, Toy Chica to the right portion, and Toy Bonnie to the left. The happy and energetic vibe of the crowd got to him, and he began to smile a bit. That is until Toy Bonnie's eyes met his again, and Toy Bonnie said goodbye to his crowd and was making his way towards Jack.
"Fuck." Jack thought to himself, "Out of all of them, it has to be Toy Bonnie. Why, why, why?"
The blue haired, green eyed, rosy red cheek animatronic approached him with a large smile on his face. The animatronic was dressed like a waiter almost, a white dress shirt with semi-long sleeved, rolled and cuffed, a blue vest matching his blue hair, a red bowtie, a badge resembling his appearance if he were a regular animatronic, black fingerless gloves on each hand, dark blue pants with a white apron over them, and black shoes. His hair went to his shoulders, a very light blue portion in the front, sweeping to the left side of his face, and two long extensions heading down each side of his body, almost touching the floor. Also, he had long blue rabbit ears, not sticking straight up at the moment, but were slightly drooped. The animatronic was just a bit shorter than Jack, 5'8". The blue bunny was about 5'5", if Jack had to take a guess at his height.
"Hi there!" He said in a cheery, sing-song voice, "My name is Bonnie the bunny. What is your name?"
Smiling back, Jack replied, "My name is Jack, and it's a pleasure to meet you Bonnie. I'm also the new nighttime security guard, and occasional daytime guard. I start on the night-shift tonight, and if I do well on my first week, I'll be able to pick up a few day shifts in the coming weeks."
The bunny's face appeared to light up like a Christmas tree at this news, "That's amazing! Here I have to introduce you to my friends! Though may I say you have a very pretty hair color, and your eyes as well."
Jack's hand now grasped in Bonnie's, he was dragged towards the crowd. Pretty? In his life his brown hair and brown eyes received very little attention or compliment, but even when he was complimented, they were called handsome. Before he could think on it any further, he was already near the stage, the crowd having parted for Bonnie.
"Freddy! Chica! Come over here please! There's someone I want to meet." Bonnie called across the room.
The two began to head over and asked about Jack, "Who's this?"
"His name is Jack and he's the new night guard! Jack, this is…" Bonnie began.
"Freddy and Chica, yes I'm aware. It's a pleasure to meet you both." Jack said, trying to force a convincing smile.
It worked, as Chica smiled back, and Freddy shook his hand, though his eyes held a menacing glare, and his hand brought a tight grasp. Thankfully it was short lived, as Jeremy was making his way across the room towards them.
"What is it Jeremy?" Freddy asked, seeming aggravated that he was in their presence.
"I'm here for Jack," Jeremy began, "Mr. Fazbear wants me to take you to lunch and give you some pointers, and to discuss other… matters."
"Alright, let me grab my uniform and we'll go," Jack said to Jeremy, then turned to the animatronics, "And I will see you all tonight."
Saying goodbye and grabbing his uniform, Jack was lead back out into the daylight with Jeremy, and they began to walk across the parking lot, to a blue car. It looked familiar, as if he had seen one before…
"Thunderbird, model year 1980." Jeremy said with a grin, answering his unasked question. "You can put the uniform in the back for now."
Jack nodded, put his things in the back, and got in the passenger seat. After they buckled up, they drove to the end of the driveway, and made a left back on to the main road, headed towards another restaurant.