-Authors Notes-
Hey Guys and girls.
So This story will link five nights one and two. How? Read this chapter.
-Authors Notes-
Chapter 2
Molly Gerald.
I couldn't sleep. My god. It was 9am, I needed to get a few hours sleep, to take another shift at Fazbear fright. If I never got used to sleeping now I could never take the day part of the job ever. Wondering about Spring Trap, didn't help what so ever. But I was ever more curios about the animatronic. Though he looked like he had been hit by a train, he was kind enough to help me off the floor. Unlike most people I know. My house was in a fairly bad neighbour hood, It was all I could afford. Just last week a guy was shot a block over, since then I've kept a pocket pistol on me, it was just a simple colt M1911. I used to joke about I would call 1911 first, then call 911 after it was over. That little kid thing last night got the jump on me, it won't happen again.
The gun was a gift from my dad, I had never valued it much till I moved here. It was one of the last things I had from my parents. Dad had been police and had tried to stop a bank heist, the shooter blasted him with a pump action shot gun, in the face. Mum, was involved in a car crash last year and she know lives in a home. On the slide dad had engraved, 'We all ways love you, Molly'. My mobile rang, I swiped the phone up and placed it on my ears. My guess it was spring trap.
"Hello?" I asked. "Molly, it's Spring Trap. How are you?" "Alright, how you Springs?" "Bored." Spring Trap sighed. "What are you doing?" I asked, rolling over in bed. "If been counting the tiles, with another person." Spring Trap said. "What other person?" I asked. The tone rang out. He hung up. Guess I had to wait till my shift.
11:22pm
God, Fazbear Fright. What could I say. This place looked like it had stepped out of the past. It contrasted poorly with the rest of the theme park. I entered through the back door, after walking the long way round. Spring trap surprised me as I sat at my desk. He slammed his body against the glass window, smiling like a loon. "Hello!" He said, stepping into my office as a recovered my breath. "The man, is still over in the..." I smiled as Spring Trap paused. "Take me to him." I said getting up. Spring Trap walked down the hall, I followed. "He has this goofy accent," Spring Trap said, turning his withered head my way. "Goofy?" A man's voice echoed. The guy stepped in front of Spring Trap. The yellow rabbit stood back and his ears lowered, flopping against his head. "Sup, I'm the dude off the phone." He said in the surfer-ish accent. "I'm Molly," I said offering my hand. "Mike Schmidt, I erh, worked with the business since the 90's," Mike said. He was at least in his thirties. His tender blue eyes and the extremely short brown hair told me, not that much. 2014 and this guy still worked for the franchise. "You've met Spring Trap, right?" Mike asked. "Um, yeah I have. " I said looking at Spring Trap. "Lucky, I worked at one after the five missing children incident and my god, four animatronics out for blood, my blood. But Spring Trap seems like a likeable dude," Mike said, scanning over Spring Trap.
"Was one of them by chance a little guy, around this high?" I held my hand at hip level. "No, I worked with seven footers." Mike said, holding his hand high above his head. "My mate, he Umm, worked at Freddy's in the like eighties, back when he was fifteen. I'll give him a call, see what he erh, can do." Mike said. "Thanks, Mike." I said. "Four animatronics?" Spring Trap asked. "Yep, Bonnie, Freddy, Chica and Foxy." Mike said recalling a rather bad night. He shuddered. "Alright I'm going to head home, see yous at six dudes!" Mike called leaving me and Spring Trap alone. "That was well interesting," I said turning down the hall. "Mike seemed nice," Spring Trap commented. I ignored what he said next and sat back in my office.
The shift went on well until the power to the building well cut off. The gentle whir of the generators stopping told me something was wrong. It was so dark, Spring Trap's white eyes were the only light in the room. He was in a panic and I'm sure I heard him knock the metal desk fan to the floor. "Spring Trap it's alright." I said placing the tablet on the table. I began to look through my desk draws, finding a flash light. It could clip on my shirt, it shined out onto Spring Trap. "Where'd the lights go?" Spring Trap said picking up the dented desk fan. "I don't know guess we should check out the park see if it has power." I said, placing a nervous hand on Spring Trap shoulder. "Good..." The speaker blew out, making Spring Trap quiver down beside the desk. I helped him up back on to his feet. Part of me was scared we would be seeing the colourful little freak again. Spring Trap and I went to the door that was across from my office. I turned the handle, it was locked. Flip through the set of keys. I unlocked the door. The whole park was dark, not even the path lights that stayed on over night were off. "So what do we do now?" Spring Trap asked. "Wait it out."
We sat back down in my office. The tablet powered back on. "What the?" I said, noticing the White glow that bathed the large window. "Check it," Spring Trap said, nearing my side. I lifted the tablet, it was on a screen showing an arcade machine. A burnt and charred face flashed on the screen of the arcade machine. I yelped, dropping the tablet on the checkerboard pattern floor. I looked up to find Spring Trap, wide eyed and rather disturbed. "My god," I muttered. Realising I was shaking I placed the tablet back on the desk. An ear shaking shrieked echoed through Fazbear fright. Spring trap's ears shot up listening for the sound. My hand began to hover over my bag. I scanned the room with the White beam that shined from the flash light. An animatronic stood in the door way. It looked charred burned and almost mistreated. The golden colour was almost the same as Spring Trap. It wore a top hat with a weathered blue ribbon tied around it.
"What the hell are you?" I questioned, whipping the gun out. "Well, you could say I am different." My flashlight cut out for a second and the golden bear animatronic had moved. Spring Trap pointed at the large window. The bear thing had both palms pressed against the glass and I don't know I saw this right, it's breath stained the window. "I could say I know you both." The voice was very deep, very smooth and almost sounded auto tuned. I pointed the fire arm at the button on its chest. "Molly, don't waste your shots." It said, eyes rolling half closed. Spring Trap's eye widen. "It's been a long time..." The bear thing said, eyes rolling towards Spring Trap. "Remember me?" It asked again. Spring trap spoke in a uncertain tone,
"Fred Bear."
