A/N- And Now, time for the fun part.

Chapter 2- Keep It Wound

I felt weird. Walking around in another person's body, even if it's only a dream, isn't something I want to do. I strolled down the long hall to the security office. It was much larger than the one that I had previously worked in. Two massive vents replaced the doors on the left and right side. The hallway ahead gave me chills every time I looked at it. The usual desk set up existed here as well: drink, desk fan, monitoring equipment. Something beside the desk caught my eye. I picked it up, curious as to what it was. I now held an empty Freddy Fazbear head.

The tablet I used to monitor the camera feeds sat beside the drink cup. I picked that up and sat down on the office chair. I took a deep breath. Would I even have a Phone Guy giving me advice here? I hate to admit it, but I'll be stuck without someone here to explain what's going on.

Sure enough, the phone rang. I let it go to the answering machine.

"Uh, hello? Hello, hello? Uh, hello and welcome to your new summer job at the new and improved Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. Uh, I'm here to talk you through some of the things you can expect to see during your first week here and to help you get started down this new and exciting career path."

Yep, apparently Phone Guy was working for this company in the 1980's. I'd know that voice from anywhere. I nervously clutched the tablet and flipped through the various feeds. One feed labeled "Prize Corner" had a strange feature. In the corner of the feed was a button marked "Wind Music Box". I wonder what that did. I shouldn't ask that question. Of course it wound a music box, but why would they need something like that?

"Uh, now, I want you to forget anything you may have heard about the old location, you know. Uh, some people still have a somewhat negative impression of the company. Uh... that old restaurant was kind of left to rot for quite a while, but I want to reassure you, Fazbear Entertainment is committed to family fun and above all, safety. They've spent a small fortune on these new animatronics, uh, facial recognition, advanced mobility, they even let them walk around during the day. Isn't that neat?" He cleared his throat. "But most importantly, they're all tied into some kind of criminal database, so they can detect a predator a mile away. Heck, we should be paying them to guard you."

I gave a faint smile. Of course they'd tie the shiny models into a criminal data base. No one wants a serial killer hiding among the employees.

"Uh, now that being said, no new system's without its... kinks. Uh... you're only the second guard to work at that location. Uh, the first guy finished his week, but complained about... conditions. Uh, we switched him over to the day shift, so hey, lucky you, right? Uh mainly he expressed concern that certain characters seemed to move around at night, and even attempted to get into his office. Now, from what we know, that should be impossible."

I groaned. So Toby was once the night guard here?

"Uh, that restaurant should be the safest place on earth. So while our engineers don't really have an explanation for this, the working theory is that... the robots were never given a proper "night mode". So when it gets quiet, they think they're in the wrong room, so then they go try to find where the people are, and in this case, that's your office. So our temporary solution is this: there's a music box over by the Prize Counter, and it's rigged to be wound up remotely. So just, every once in a while, switch over to the Prize Counter video feed and wind it up for a few seconds. It doesn't seem to affect all of the animatronics, but it does affect... one of them."

Oh, so that's what that thing does. I paused. So what does this animatronic look like? The one that I have to wind up the box for? I checked the stage cameras. The shiny, cheerful-looking toy models stared into space. I don't think any of these would be affected.

"Uh, and as for the rest of them, we have an even easier solution. You see, there may be a minor glitch in the system, something about robots seeing you as an endoskeleton without its costume on, and wanting to stuff you in a suit, so hey, we've given you an empty Freddy Fazbear head, problem solved! You can put it on anytime, and leave it on for as long as you want. Eventually anything that wandered in, will wander back out."

I glanced at the mask sitting beside the desk. This was my only way of defending myself from these guys this time. I put on the mask and they'd think I'm one of them.

"Uh, something else worth mentioning is kind of the modern design of the building. You may have noticed there are no doors for you to close, heh. But hey, you have a light! And even though your flashlight can run out of power, the building cannot. So, don't worry about the place going dark. Well, I think that's it. Uh, you should be golden. Uh, check the lights, put on the Freddy head if you need to, uh, keep the music box wound up, piece of cake. Have a good night, and I'll talk to you tomorrow."

A flashlight lay on the desk. I picked it up. I better have this close by. I shone the flashlight down the hall. Nothing was there. They haven't started moving yet, but any second now they'll walk off the stage. I checked the stage camera. Bon-Bon (I'm calling him that to avoid confusion) and Chickie (same reason) had left, leaving Fred alone onstage. Where could they be? I scanned every single party room and found Bon-Bon in one, clutching his guitar.

"Hey, mister!" he said. His voice was calm and collected, but I could detect a faint hint of malice. "Want me to keep you company? I mean, you're in there, and I'm here. Must be lonely working at night." I switched cameras. Damn, even in 1987 these creatures like to taunt security guards. I wonder where Chickie went. My gaze shifted to another party room.

Yep, Chickie was there, staring into the camera. Apparently, she had removed her beak and eyes before leaving her post. The hole where her beak used be now resembled a huge creepy smile. "Oh, goody. I love new faces," she cooed. "The last guy in your position was just so ugly." She sounded like an obnoxious, peppy teenage girl. Why on earth did she have to look the part? Old Chica was a bit on the hefty side, but this new model looks... attractive. (That is, if she still had her beak and eyes in)

I switched to the prize counter. A large gift box was the room's centerpiece. Beside it a shelf filled with plush toys. I pressed the Music Box button. Once the meter was full, I lowered the tablet. I heard another voice, this one silly and cartoony, but also incredibly nervous.

"Don't mess up, don't mess up," the voice said. "I can't embarrass Freddy." I shone my light down the hall. Fred stood there, shaking. He brought one leg forward. "Oh, darn. Mister Security Guard's looking at me." He froze in place.

Okay, so apparently the new Freddy (who I'm calling Fred) gets nervous easily and is obsessed with living up to his predecessor's legacy. I think when I turned off my flashlight, he dashed back down the hall. I saw Chickie standing in his place.

"My, aren't you cute," she said. She rotated the cupcake in her hand slightly. "You're an improvement over what's-his-face."

I shivered. I can't believe one of the animatronics is hitting on me. I raised my tablet and wound up the music box a little more. Something was slowly rising out of the present box. A white face with garish make up stared at me. This was the animatronic I had to worry about? This puppet thing?

I threw on the mask, just in time to see Bon-Bon enter the office. "Where'd he go?" the rabbit asked. "I could have sworn there was a guard here. But it's just another Freddy." He quickly left. I checked the camera again to see if the music box needed winding. I gasped. The box was wide open. The puppet was gone.

All around the cobbler's bench

The monkey chased the weasel

The monkey thought 'twas all in good fun

Pop! goes the weasel.

A penny for a spool of thread,

A penny for a needle

That's the way the money goes,

Pop! goes the weasel.

I heard an eerie, high-pitched androgynous sing-song voice coming down the hall. The puppet was out and after me.

It won't take me long to finish this tale, so I'll definitely be finished before FNAF 3 comes out.