I had never heard of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. It sounded like a Chuck E. Cheese.
"Shawn, where are we going?" Gus asked me. He sounded annoyed. I must have that effect on people.
"Gus, you are the Lean Mean Gumball Machine. We are going to a pizzeria as part of the investigation," I explained.
"Can't you just ask the police department if you can have your ring back? They found it, right?"
"Nah man, that detective said I couldn't have it yet. He needed it for evidence and stuff." I parked the car in the parking lot of a building. Through the windows I could see kids shouting and dancing at a stage. A performance maybe?
"Let's go," I said stepping out of the still stolen car.
"I don't like this, Shawn," he complained. I did what I always do and ignored him. Walking up to the building, I smelt pizza. I looked around and not noticing anything yet, we continued on inside. I stopped cold at what I saw. Three robotic animals were standing, singing on the stage. A bear was singing, a duck was back up vocals, and some bunny rabbit thing was playing a guitar.
"What the-" I started but was interrupted by a guy. (A/N: This is supposed to be as if the Bite of 87 never happened and neither Mike nor Jeremy exists because hey, this is sort of AU.)
"Can I help you?" the man asked.
"Uh, yes. My name is Shawn Spencer and this is my partner in crime, the Lean Mean Gumball Machine," I said. I noticed a newspaper clipping that stated they needed a security guy. "Sir, I am a former psychic detective and it has come to my understanding that you have an opening."
"Why, yes we do actually. Were you interested?"
"We are interested thank you. See, we are-" I was cut off by the ringing of my phone.
"Excuse me," I said. "Hello?"
"Shawn, its me," Jules said.
"Hey there beautiful, what's shaking?" I asked.
"Cut it out, I have something serious to tell you," she explained.
"Ok, what is it?"
"Someone rigged this guy's truck. It was an attempt at murder," she sounded worried.
"So, you have a case?' I asked. I was still a little confused as to why she was telling me this.
"No, actually I don't. We have a case."
"You mean, as in-"
"- You, me, and Gus!"
"Great, I'll call you back," I said into the phone.
"I love you," she urged.
"I love you too," I replied heartily. I turned back to Gus and the dude. They were having an argument about something or other.
"Gumball, we have a case," I smirked. "As for the job, we'll take it," I said turning to the man.
"Oh, it's a one person job," he nervously replied.
"Sir, my fiancé is a cop, and I can call her back. I'm sure she can help you understand why we need this job," I snapped.
"Fine, you both have the job," he surrendered. "Just please, don't call your girlfriend cop." After about a half hour he was done showing us the ropes. He explained that we didn't need to be back until 11:45. Gus and I decided to stay a while longer.
"Ok, well, I'll leave you to it," the manager said stumbling back to his office.
"Gus, let's go," I said. We walked around. We tried to get into the kitchen but it was locked. Gus decided to lead us into some thing called Pirate's Cove. We stood in the back observing. Kids were cheering on another animatronic who looked like a fox.
"Err, mateys. Welcome aboard me crew," he happily shouted towards the kids. They cheered shouting his name, "Foxy!" One kid managed to crawl onstage. He was messing with the fox and looked mischievous. I noticed the fox's unhinged jaw. He also had a hook and very sharp looking teeth. It was a troubling sight.
"Hey! Get off the stage!" I yelled in a not so polite tone.
"Make me," the kid screamed back while sticking his tongue out at me. A little farther to the left of me sitting at a table was a lady. She was on her phone and completely oblivious to what was going on. I waltzed up to her with Gus.
"Excuse me miss, but is that your child?" I asked in a more polite tone than I had used on the kid.
She peered over at the boy on stage. "What's he to you?" she asked suspiciously
"Miss, can you please tell your son to back off the stage?"
"Why?"
"Well, it's against company rules and-"
"-Company rules? Please, it's not like he's hurting anyone and-"we were stopped by the screaming of children. I turned my head to see Gus had fainted and Foxy's mouth were clamped hard around the poor child's head. Not knowing what to do I raced up to the stage and pried the mouth out of the head. The child's mother went into hysterics.
"Someone call 911!" I screamed.
"My child was bitten!" she screamed. She cried and rocked herself. What I saw then was not a pleasant sight .