Author Notes:
Hello viewers, first off this story is not as popular as my others but I'm not going to give up, I hope somehow it'll arise and be viewed at least over 500 times or this story takes out a 'FanFiction Goal'. If you need me I'll be in the shadows, watching this story grow. Also HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME! Yay! Anyway, on with the story!
-Perspective Change-
Time: Midday
I sat in the corner, behind some crates filled with whatever the establishment saw as scraps and garbage, not ironic I was back here as well. The room was dark, with the smell of dust. "Why? Why me?" I whispered to myself quietly as I hugged my knees. "No one likes me, I'm just an outcast, who'd ever like a miserable, broken, loner like me?" I said to myself looking at the breaks through my body.
"I'm no one," I thought as a tear trickled down my cheek and dropped onto the floor below. I looked up at the camera on the wall, the night vision in it broke a while ago, so not even the guard could see me, not that he'd want to, anyway. "It was an accident," I thought as I tried to hold back more tears. "I didn't mean to hurt anyone," I said hugging my knees closer, tears rolling down my cheek. "And now I'm here," I thought.
"Why should I even try anymore? Not like anyone would care if I was dead" I thought. "Vixey, get a hold of yourself, that's not a way to go," I thought, even though I was doubting the comment. I dropped my hands to the side, I felt something under my right hand, I looked down and picked it up, under the soft glow of the light coming from my eyes I could make out a fine shape, it was a screwdriver, probably left behind by a staff member or got dropped out of one of the boxes.
"That'll get the job done," I thought as I stared at the screwdriver in my hands. "One hit to my core and I'm gone," I thought. "I can finally finish this endless suffering" I whispered to myself starting to whimper again. "I shouldn't," I thought, a voice deep down kept telling me to do it, to end this suffering once and for all. I held the screwdriver out and faced it towards me, I felt over my neck, my core, the key to my existence, the thing keeping me going through this endless life of suffering, sits right under my neck.
I felt the outer layer of my body, the spot protecting my core was a bit harder than the rest of my body, but not too harder. One final tear rolled down my cheek before I put both hands on the screwdriver. I closed my eyes before I pulled the screwdriver towards me, it penetrated my body only a centimeter before I dropped it and broke down crying.
"I-I just can't," I thought, throwing the screwdriver across the room, the voice down inside me called me weak, called me nothing. For once I could agree with it. I felt a warm liquid ooze out of the mark. I laid down on my side, crying myself to sleep, once again.
-Perspective Change-
"Here's your gear, also, if you don't mind come, in an hour early so I can show you around," Mathew said handing me a small black duffel bag. I put it around my shoulder before thanking him and leaving the room. I walked past the main stage and waved goodbye to the employee I met earlier, who was standing in the same spot as before.
After almost slipping over on the same piece of pizza as before I was finally out of the building. "YES!" I yelled as I put my hands in the air. I jumped into my car and threw the duffel bag into the back, pulled out of the parking lot, a huge grin on my face. For some reason, I couldn't help the gut feeling deep inside screaming at me I was making a mistake. "Shut up, me, I finally got a job!" I joked to myself, I decided I should actually pay attention to the road and not get caught up in my thoughts.
I heard the sounds of police sirens before I looked into my rearview mirror and saw a police officer driving behind. Lights blaring. I pulled over as did the cop. "Well shit," I said to myself winding my window down.
"Do you know why I pulled you over?" The officer asked as he walked up to my window.
"No sir" I replied.
"Look back," he said.
I looked out the window and down the road was an intersection, with a red light.
"Just got distracted, officer" I sighed.
"Well I'm going to have to write you a ticket for that" he replied pulling out his notebook. After an awkward silence, he handed me my ticket. "Have a good day?" he said tilting his hat and walking off.
"300$," I said to myself reading the ticket, "I swear, this world doesn't want me to be happy," I said pulling back out into the road.
Later...
I opened my door and threw my stuff onto the bed, I grabbed my phone and checked the time. 11:09. I laid down in bed and decided to get some rest before work. I laid down on the mattress and slowly drifted off to sleep. I opened my eyes and yawned before sitting up, I was still pretty tired. "Shit, what time is it?" I said grabbing my phone. "11:45" I muttered to myself. "I didn't set a fucking alarm," I said getting out of bed.
"No time for a shower," I said grabbing the duffel bag. I unzipped it and grabbed out the uniform, I took off my clothes and got dressed as fast as I could, the uniform was a light blue polo shirt with black jeans, I noticed a belt sitting on the bottom of my bag, I took it out and looked at it, it was a utility belt with a flashlight and small silver thing on the other side, I clipped it around my waist before grabbing out a gold badge from the bag, leaving it empty.
"Night Guard," I said reading the words off the badge. I walked into the bathroom and quickly brushed my hair before grabbing my phone and leaving outside into the dark. I jumped into my car and started my journey to the pizzeria.
Later...
The establishment finally came into view, it was creepy at night with the sign being lit up with yellow neon lights. Some flickering and some being off altogether, a soft mist settled on the ground of the empty parking lot adding to the creepiness. I pulled up close to the front doors before stepping out of my car and starting my walk towards the front door.
As I walked in I got an uneasy feeling in my stomach. "Sorry, we closed, like, 2 hours ago, come back at 8 tomorrow" a young guy mopping the floor said. "I'm the night guard" I replied. "You? Well Mr. Walker wanted to see you in his office, you almost missed him" he said pointing down the hall before going back to cleaning. "Thanks" I smiled as I started walking towards his office.
I got in front of the door and knocked three times, I heard loud rustling from inside before Mathew answered the door, "gotta go, here's your keycard, your office is down the hall over there, there's a recorded message in your office to help you" he said walking past me with a backpack on his back. "Good luck," he said finally throwing me my keycard.
I watched as he walked out the front door along with the janitor, before locking up behind him. "First night" I smiled to myself as I walked towards my office. As I took a seat on the roller chair I noticed a flashing red light on an old phone. I played the message back.
"Hello, hello hello? Uh, welcome to Freddy Fazbears Pizza! Heh, You pretty much just signed a one-way ticket to he- uh, Y-you see, uh, this message is meant to help you through your first night, uh, first off, there's 2 doors either side of you, those are meant to be closed in case of, uh, ahem... emergencies..."
"emergencies?" I thought to myself.
"Also, in front of you there's a tablet, that's hooked up to the security system, the cameras have night vision, except the storage room, they'll get it fixed eventually, I hope, so, yeah, you have that... uh, also the building runs on a generator at night, so you only have limited power... so I thi- oh, wait, almost forgot, that could've been, heh, pretty bad. You see, the animatronics do tend to wander a bit, and if they catch you, no ones why, probably a glitch, but they'll sort of... uh... forcefully stuff you inside a suit filled with cross beams, wires, and other animatronic necessities, yeah, that may result in... ahem, death... anyway, goodnight, see you tomorrow" he said as the phone cut off.
I was just sitting there with my eyes widened. "Death?" I said to myself, "no, no way, it could j-just be a-a-a... a joke! Yeah, to mess with first-time employees" I said making myself feel a little better, "I grabbed the tablet on the desk and opened to the security feed. No one moved... yet. "I need to relax," I thought, leaning back in my chair. "Just a horrible, sick, twisted joke"
I looked down on my belt and grabbed my flashlight, I shined it around the room before putting it back on my belt. I grabbed out the strange silver cylinder. "What's this do?" I thought to myself looking at it. I tried looking for a button. Nothing. I tried hitting it but it did nothing, I flicked it towards the ground and to my surprise, it extended. "It's a fucking baton!" I said to myself looking at it, I pushed it back in and flicked it out again, "Cool" I smiled to myself.
CLINK!
I jumped back in my chair, I pushed the baton back and put it on my belt. I peeked out of the right door and down the pitch black hall.
CLINK!
"I-I... uh, I've got a gun, you better leave now, or else!" I yelled out trying to sound intimidating but failing horribly. Nothing happened. I jumped back onto the roller chair and pulled up the cameras, I opened the stage camera.
"Someone's gone," I said to myself as my heart started to pump faster, "where the fuck did you go, Bonnie?" I said to myself flicking through the cameras, on one video feed, I saw him at the end of the hallway, the hallway outside my office. At this point my heart was racing faster and faster every second, it was something straight out of a nightmare. I grabbed my flashlight and shined it down the hall, I saw Bonnie standing, staring in my direction.
My face was pale, ripped of color, "I'm going to get stuffed in a fucking suit" I thought to myself. I quickly opened the camera feed and made sure everyone else was there. Everyone else was in their place except for Bonnie, I flicked through all the cameras until it turned to static. Clink. Clink. Clink. Clink. I was frozen in fear, "That. Was. TOO CLOSE" I said looking to the left hall, I grabbed my flashlight and slowly crept over the doorway.
I aimed it up, and slowly pressed the power button...
screeEEEEEEEEEEE!
I jumped back into my office and hit the door button faster than I've ever hit anything in my entire life. The door slammed down with a bang that echoed through the entire building. I jumped back from the door and tripped over my own feet. I laid on the ground staring at the door, Clink. Clink. Clink. Clink. I found the strength in me to stand up, I shined my torch through the window and the animatronic was nowhere to be seen.
"Yeah, fuck this," I said dropping my torch, I ran over to the other door and slammed it shut. Before sitting down on my chair in the middle of the room, shaking uncontrollably. I rolled to the desk and grabbed the tablet, I flicked through the cameras, Chica was now missing.
I noticed in the corner of the screen there was a percentage marked as 'Generator Power' and the percentage showed 78%. "Shit, shit, shit" I muttered to myself, "I have to save power," I said looking at the doors, I shined my torch out the left window, nothing. With a shaky hand, I opened the door... nothing.
I grabbed the tablet again, this time, it showed 76%. I shined my torch out the right window, nothing there. I took a deep breath and hit the button, but instantly regretted it when I saw a yellow animatronic standing in the doorway. Frozen in fear, we stared at each other for what felt like an eternity, until a loud screech kicked me back to reality, I jumped back and threw my roller chair into it. The animatronic stumbled back and I grabbed the tablet and made a run for it.
I ran out the opposite door and down the hallway, "they could be anywhere" I thought as I raced to the end of the hall.
screeEEEEEEEE!
Bonnie jumped from the shadows and tackled me to the wall and sending the tablet to the ground, with my free hand I reached for my baton and flicked it open before hitting the animatronic in the hand pinning me to the wall, with the first few hits I made a large dent and the animatronic stumbled back, holding it's hand.
I ducked down and grabbed the tablet before pushing my baton back in and putting it back on the belt, I ran down the hall and ducked into the closest room, I heard the clinking of the animatronics following in close pursuit, I quickly looked around the room with the light of the tablet for any form of escape, I noticed an air vent to the side and I quickly ran over, I tried prying it open with my hands but it wouldn't budge, I jumped up and started kicking it, I heard the sound of 2 animatronics making their way into the room.
"FUCK!" I screamed as I tried to pry it open again, I looked behind me and saw 2 sets of glowing eyes gaining fast. To my luck the air vent cover finally cracked open and wasting no time at all I crawled inside as fast as I could, and my heart almost stopped for the third time tonight as I felt a cold, metal hand grab my ankle, and start pulling me out.
"Fuck!" I yelled as I tried pulling myself in but to no avail. I felt around the vent for something to grab but felt nothing but dust, until I felt a piece of metal sticking out, I grabbed it with my hand and it instantly dug in, making me yell in pain but the animatronic could no longer pull me. I started kicking at the animatronic with my one free foot, I ended up getting a good hit on its hand and it let me go, I quickly crawled further into the vents, until I was out of sight of the animatronics.
After about 20 seconds I stopped and rested, holding my cut, blood oozing out over my hand. I reached down and ripped a hand-sized piece of my pants off and held it over the wound. "Fuck, fuck, fuck" I kept repeating to myself, tears rolling down my cheek. I felt a mixture of dread, adrenaline, and anger run through my body.
I pulled the tablet out in front of me with my one good hand and turned it on, it now had a huge crack in the corner of the screen along with a spot of messed up color and the occasional flicker from where I dropped it. I checked the time, "3:30am" I muttered to myself. I laid my head down next to an open part of the vent to get some fresh air, "I'll have to wait it out here" I thought as I closed my eyes.
Dun ding ding don. Don ding ding dun, I reached into my pocket and grabbed my phone out before turning the alarm off. "I... did it" I smiled to myself, tears of joy rolling down my cheek. I looked out the vent and saw the lights turn on and the front door open, Mathew walked inside and looked around before starting towards the hallway, I grabbed the tablet and climbed through the open part of the vent above the hallway, before yelling the entire fall down. "I didn't think about that," I thought to myself as I laid on the ground, tablet held close to my chest.
"Cameron?" Mathew asked standing over me in disbelief. "Your... fucking... robots... tried to kill me"
"Come to my office, please, do you need a hand up?"
"I'll be fine"
I followed Mathew into his office, still wondering if last night was a dream or not.
"Take a seat"
"what happened?"
"You fucking robots tried to kill me, I hurt my fucking hand"
"give me a look"
I took the cloth off my hand and showed him the mark.
"It's not deep, luckily, you could patch it up with a band-aid"
he reached into a draw before passing me a band-aid. I put it over the mark before looking back up at him.
"I quit"
"Wait!" He bursted out as I stood up.
"A thousand dollars"
"A thousand dollars?"
"Per week" Mathew's mood instantly changed from professional to almost begging.
"But sir, I-I nearly got killed!"
He sat there in silence, obviously thinking.
"1,500 per week and I'll... give you a layout of the place"
I sat back down and started thinking.
"I could buy so many things with 1,500$, plus the map layout could make it easier"
"Please, we really need you on the team"
he sat there eagerly awaiting my response.
"If you make it 1,750$ with the building layout we have a deal"
"Drive a hard bargain, I respect that... you have a deal" he smiled returning back to his professional voice.
"See you tomorrow then, Cameron?"
"Sadly"
I left his office before proceeding out the front door, I took one last look at the animatronics on stage, "see you tonight" I shrugged. I left the building and got into my car before proceeding back to the motel.
Later...
I laid down on my bed, it wasn't good but it was better than the air vent, at least. I pulled out my key card that I somehow held onto, it was white with 'Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. Staff Member' written in black, bold letters. I put it away before I took out my phone and decided to look through some self-defense videos, so I could at least have a chance tomorrow.
I found a video on YouTube with self-defense tutorials with batons, I set my phone up on the bedside table and mimicked the moves on screen. Before long I had some basic moves nailed down before I decided to do something else. I grabbed the piece of ripped fabric from my pocket and rinsed out the blood under the kitchen tap, I grabbed my sewing kit, it wasn't some super duper advanced sewing machine but just a needle with some fabric, I grabbed the piece of my pants and began sewing it on, my head bobbing slightly with the movement of the needle.
Before long the rip was sewn and looked good as new, I was even surprised at how good the job was. I finally decided to got dressed into my casual outfit before laying down in bed, slowly drifting to sleep.