Chapter 4: Wild goose chase.
"How much?" The men around the table stared in awe at the piece of machinery lying there, Vincent smirked, he had loose jeans and a purple hoodie. "Well?"
"Where did you get this? How?" A 40 year old middle-eastern man asked Vincent, who simply smirked wider. "I play my cards right, got a job there and made my move, and got away with it. Anything else?" His competitors were shocked and angry for their inability to beat Vincent to the part.
Vincent didn't know what the man was going to do with the part and honestly he didn't care, he had an apartment to pay for. "I brought you the part, gimme the money."
"Very well Mr. umm, Mr.-"
"Just call me Vincent, stop stalling and give me the damn money!" Vincent was growing impatient.
The man took out a yellow envelope and handed it to Vincent. "Two hundred dollars, now you can have that and leave, or…"
"Or what?" The middle-eastern man smiled. "EVERYONE IS DISMISSED!" Every man except Vincent left. "You can do me another favor, I was planning this for the winner of this little… contest, yes, you seem to have the skill to this, which is if you are up to this, I will pay you very well."
This peaked Vincent's interest. "Go on…"
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"Is there any problem Jerome?" Mr. Fazbear, as promised, brought a maintenance man to check on Bonnie. "Yes sir. Somebody yanked out one of its hydraulic sensors.
"And that is?"
"What it's called sir, it converts any cold or hot water to its opposite to keep the body at a proper temperature, now someone yanked out it's high temperature pumper, so it's been pretty cold, it has till' Saturday to get a new one or it'll freeze and malfunction."
"Then that means we'll have to get one."
"I can get you one sir, they're not hard to get."
"Exactly, that's why I'll get one myself, but thank you for the offer, now onto other subjects, um, how much?"
"I left the bill on the desk of your office, I'll wait in the truck sir."
"thank you, I'll send you the money through mail." Fazbear replied with a smile. "You are most welcome." With that, the maintenance man walked out of the diner.
Fazbear looked around the restaurant, it was still empty, he would open tomorrow. A door opened when he walked to the dining room.
"… Is he gone?" a purple top hat peeked out the backstage.
"Yeah he's gone just get out there!" A yellow bear with a black top hat was attempting to push Fredbear outside the backstage but Robin spread them apart and simply walked out. "Robin what the heck are you doing?! You could've gotten caught!" Freddy breathed a sigh of relief when he noticed that Fazbear was the only one out there, he then proceeded by walking out as well.
Mr. Fazbear smiled. "So boys, how was your day off?"
"T'was nice Mr. Faz! Thanks!"
"It was… unlike any other day.."
"Horrible."
"…"
"Robin? What about you?" Robin was trying his best to talk, but couldn't. He grinned toothily and scratched the back of his head.
"Well, ya see sir… he kinda'… lost… his… voicebox. A little bit." Freddy face palmed at Fredbear's statement.
"WHAT?!"
Bonnie sighed. "Calm down Mr. Fazbear, he was stabbed in the chest with a screwdriver by one of the…"
"One of the what?"
"Robbers…" Every animatronic in the room shot Bonnie a questioning glance. He didn't really want to compromise the guards, due to the fact that not many would take this job and Fazbear was lucky to hire TWO guards, and if he were to fire the duo, it would mean more stress for the manager and Bonnie didn't want that.
Fazbear once again rubbed his temples and sighed. "I'll get your voice box fixed Robin, don't worry" Robin's face beamed In glee.
Mr. Fazbear turned around and walked out of the restaurant.
"…"
"…"
"… So now what?"
"Wait for the nightgaurd?"
"I dunno."
Robin walked out of the room, he still had time to kill. 1 hour and 13 minutes to be exact. He walked to the backstage, sat on the table, crossed his legs, closed his eyes, and meditated…
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And fell asleep in the process.
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'What's with all your scars?'
'He he… some people call them scars… but I… I simply call them more stripes for the tiger…'
'Nice.'
'It's been quite a while since he's done something.'
'Who?'
'You know who I'm talking about Rob.'
'Oh… It doesn't matter. The less he attacks, the better…'
' Guess so.'
'I have to go, mind passing me my sabre?'
'Sure.'
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'Thanks B.'
'No problem R.'
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'Ungh… what kind of dream was… what time is it?'
Robin looked around the room, and saw 12:43 on the clock. 'Shhit.' Robin quickly got off the table and ran towards the door. He was about to touch the handle until.
"AAAAAAHHH! GET THE HELL AWAY!" KERPLONK! CRASH!
"OUCH! SONUVA-"
SLAM!
Robin raised an eyebrow in amusement. Someone, apparently Freddy, tried to run up and say 'hi' to the guard. The golden raccoon put his hand on the doorknob, turning it. He opened the door and walked outside, he managed to catch a glance of Freddy rubbing his nose and walk towards the bathrooms, now it was his turn.
Carl was in a good mood, he had been dealing with only one of the animatronics for the past hour, and they were fast, but he was faster, especially after that fiasco he had with the raccoon the other night, speaking of the raccoon, where is it?
Carl had checked every single camera, the only camera that seemed suspicious enough was the backstage, but it was too dark to see anything, and considering the "high quality" of the camera, he wouldn't be seeing anything in there anytime soon, but hey, the less the merrier right?
He could hear the distant footsteps approaching the left corridor, even if he was confident, those robots still scared the living daylights out of him. He began to sweat and tension began to nrise as each footstep grew closer and louder.
Thump.
Thump.
THUMP.
THUMP.
THUMP.
THUMP.
THUMP.
THUMP!
THUMP!
"Yo." Carl's heart skipped a beat. He reacted completely on instinct and…
"AAAAAAHHH! GET THE HELL AWAY!" KERPLONK! CRASH!
Threw one of the televisions of considerable size at his face.
"OUCH! SONUVA-"
SLAM!
And closed the door on him.
Carl was ventilating, but conscious, he waited for the footsteps he was currently hearing to cease, he opened the door once he was sure the bear was gone. With shaking hands, the nightgaurd checked the monitor and saw something out of place. The backstage door was open. "Huh? Maybe one of the animatronics went insi- OH SHIT!" He sprinted towards the right hallway the moment he saw two yellow pointed ears peak through the left door. If there was one of those animals that he had a phobia for, it was that stupid lemur-raccoon thing. As he was mid-ways in the corridor, Carl prayed that no killer robot showed up at the end of the hallway to block his path, and to his ultimate relief, none was there. But like always.
Out of the frying pan and into the fire.
All of the animatronics besides the one giving him chase were there. They all jerked their heads towards the hallway at the sound of light but quick footsteps with wide eyes, again out of instinct, Carl sonic-boomed towards the backstage door and slammed the door shut. It was complete darkness, but he paid it no mind as he immediately searched for somewhere to hide. It took more than a miracle for him to see through all the obscurity another door. 'The generator room!'
He bolted towards the wooden door, and searched his pockets for his keys, he found said objects, and rouletted them around looking for the key compatible to the door, but with all the darkness and the fact that his hands were shaking like hell, he was having difficulty to find it. "Come on, come on damn it!" He tried kicking the door open, but it didn't budge, he took a gamble and pushed a key inside the keyhole, wrong key, he tried another one, then another, and then another, he could hear the doorknob turning, he tried the fifth key. "For my fucking life, this better be it!" Carl pushed the key… in?... IN! The nightgaurd turned the key and opened the door, he jerked the keys from the hole, and closed the wooden entrance silently.
The backroom door opened. "Where the hell is he?"
"Well look for him rabbit!"
"Check under the table boys!"
"He's not there!"
"Well keep lookin'!"
Bonnie walked to the wooden door and put his ears close to the door, he managed to hear feet touching metal repeatedly. "I think he's in here!" Freddy walked over to Bonnie's location. "Stand aside." He lifted his leg up into the air and kicked the door open. Bonnie looked at him with a confused expression. "You did know the door was unlocked, right?"
"No…" Fredbear looked inside the room. It was a dark and damp, poorly-lit place, with a single thin metal platform going down in a spiral, an improvisation for stairs.
"Umm, Freddy bear… I don't think the metals gonna resist our weight…"
"Darn, yer' right, should we let him off the hook?"
"For the next two nights? Hell no! Let's wait for him!"
'This is gonna be a loooong night.' Robin thought.
... What... What are you looking at?! What do you mean I took too long?! I was busy! Well… Yeah except for that time… And that time… And maybe I did overdo it on Megaman… ok fine! Well you wanna know what I think?
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Damn people can't learn about patience…
Don't try to read that.
Anyways. I wonder what Robin's dream could've meant…
"A future sequel!"
No!
"Oh"
I have everything planned out already. But to whoever that actually MANAGES to decipher such little information into a future thing will get 100 000 kudos and a full tray of cookies!
So I played and beat Fnaf world like, THREE days after it was released and I must say. I am disappointed, really, aren't RPG's are supposed to be long?! Ever heard of Final Fantasy VII? 4 discs?! No?
7/10 no less.
But I did see Scott Cawthon's message, you know, the one where he was talking about constantly updating the game for further enjoyment? So I'll keep my hopes up.
Be on the lookout, for a new fanfiction!
Peace.