Chapter 3- The new arrival
Today was different. There was no screaming, no laughter, none. It was quiet, almost too quiet for the time of day. The sun beat down through the dust of the derelict tent. The dust particles engaged in fierce battle in the air as they ricocheted from the wall and the high top of the interior walls. Performing an almost ritualistic dance to the sun that rained down. Outside of the tent though was silent, except for the pacing footsteps of a man, presumably Mr Fazbear. The repetitive tap of his hard soled shoes on the checker floor had because rhythmic. He finally broke the silence with his worried tone
"Where the fuck is he, he said he'd be here by 8. Its 8:40 and he's late, doesn't he know I run a business" Mr Fazbear shouted. He must have been on the phone, or someone was there with him.
Silence descended again. Waiting for the reply from the mysterious person on the other side to his argument. Foxy heard no reply. He was on a phone. He wondered who with
"This is the fourth time. The fourth time! I swear when he gets here im going to fire him, he's done."
Tap tap tap tap, stop… tap tap tap tap, stop…. The echo of his shoes hit the ground, the rise and fall in volume around his surroundings suggested pacing. He was nervous, but what about? The late arrival of what? There was the distant roar of an engine that approached the maintenance door at the back of the place. Its breaks screeched as it pulled up, the sound of a large metallic door on the vehicle squeaked open and was slammed shut. A loud knock on the oak doors sounded out in its repetitive fashion
"ah he's here now, fucking idiot. Il call you and let you know about its progress, if there are any faults".
He slammed the phone shut, in a furious manner. His face red with rage and anger he angrily paced to the oak door, and pulled it open revealing a more than startled man. This was mike, mike was the night-time security guard but often ran day time errands for Mr Fazbear for some extra money. He stood there, he towered over Mr Fazbear but his lanky thin stature still made him look timid and weak, his gruff, long brown hair fell over his eyes, held in place by a tattered old grey baseball cap he always wore. Mike had been here a while, foxy always had favoured mike to any of the animatronics. His human emotions and behaviour seemed to relate to foxy more.
"and what time do you call this!" shouted Mr fazbear furiously at mike. Mike tugged at his matching grey shirt, pulling it down harder and harder in a nervous fashion
"im sorry, the traffic is horrendous and i-" Mr fazbear cut of the nervous tones of mike
"I don't care if god himself struck down the second flood, I asked you to be here 40 minutes ago, and you're late. Again! I'm getting sick of your shit mike" he spat back, the words were red hot as they left his bitter mouth.
"I'm sorry, it won't happen again"
"Like hell it wont! Now, come on let's get this thing unloaded"
They both stepped outside into the blistering heat to the truck, mike flung open the metal shutter of the truck as it made a loud clanging. There, in solitude sat a large wooden crate, sealed with 2 rope straps and nailed shut. It sat on a broken pallet. On its side read "property of Oscorp Electronics" the company that mr fazbear bought his animatronics from.
Mike clambered into the truck and grabbed the dolly and shoved the forks into the pallet. He let out a large noise of effort, more of as grunt, and tilted the crate gently onto an angle and wheeled it to the edge, mr fazbear pressed the button as the electronic ramp moved up to the same level, mike wheeled the crate onto the ramp and they both descended and made there way back into the pizzeria, with the new addition, whatever it was.
"Wheel it over to the stage would you mike" said Mr Fazbear, dusting his hands off on his plaid shirt
"sure thing sir" mike obeyed.
Mike wheeled the crate to the centre of the dance floor, a couple of feet below the stage, it made a large creak as he lowered it onto the hard floor wood beneath it. He removed the dolly and wheeled it to the maintenance door.
"what's in the crate then sir" mike quizzed, he was as stumped as foxy, and the other animatronics
They had watched on form there station room, the door ajar ever so slight as to not raise any attention.
"what do you see freddy" whispered bonny, her hands round his waist as she peered over his shoulder
"not now Bon, im trying to concentrate as he listened in to the conversations that were taking place
"ah just a new addition, just so we can give a new vibe" mr fazbear exclaimed proudly
He strutted over to the crate, inspecting the wood that surrounded it, he knocked on the wood, a hollow echo replied.
2mike do me a favour and bring me out a hammer and a knife" he shouted back
"aye aye sir" mike responded, he had learnt that from foxy. Mike ran out to the van, stumbling over the bin on the way out, he picked himself up, dusted of his hands and continued to the truck, rummaging through his tool box to reveal a rusty claw hammer and a Stanley knife. He rushed back, narrowly avoiding the bin once again.
"here you go sir" he handed the knife and hammer to mr fazbear
"okay il cut the rope you get the nails out" he said handing him back the hammer, typical of the old codger, thought mike.
They continued for several minutes, cutting, removing the nails of the crate one by one, till the panel loosed and fell to the ground. It echoed throughout the pizzeria. Mike and mr fazbear looked in to behold the new addition
"what is it freddy I cant see" bonny whined, pushing herself closer, freddy stood silently.
"freddy? What is it… Freddy!" bonny was worried. He was speechless
There stood a new animatronic, a magnificent royal yellow in colour surrounded by flawless yellow fur, her orange beak glistened in the light. Her magnificently shaped body shaped to perfection. All completed with a bib that read "lets Eat!" she was perfection itself
"its our replacement" said freddy in despair, as he slowly closed the door and made his way back to his corner in solemn despair