Hello all! School has FINALLY ended, so I should be updating more often!
Please enjoy the story!
After Mike had given John and Sherlock his number, he left to go a counselor that John had recommended. Nothing could truly fix that broken man, but he could still be helped.
Sherlock had called the pizzeria asking for a job, and as it happened, the position of night guard had recently opened up after the last employee had suddenly left. They were ecstatic to hire Sherlock, and told him he would start that night. He hung up the phone and gave a distressed look to John.
"What is it, Sherlock?"
"Oh, it's just awful! Terrible!" Sherlock said, slumping into his favorite chair.
"What is it?! What happened?!"
"They want me to wear a uniform," the man said, languishing in his chair.
"Oh for goodness sake Sherlock. It's just a uniform. Many jobs require one, and I'm not surprised that this one does too." John replied, rolling his eyes. "I thought something actually horrible had come up. Speaking of which-"
Sherlock cut John off, "But it is horrible John! Don't you see? I have to wear a grimy thing that tons of other people have worn and probably died in. It's disgusting."
"Well they do wash it. Just deal with it Sherlock, I'm sure it won't be that bad."
Sherlock huffed.
"Do we need to go pick it up?"
"No, they say the last guard spilled his coffee on it, so they sent it off to the dry cleaners to get washed. It won't be in until tomorrow."
"Coffee. Right. Anyway, as I was trying to say before you cut me off, how am I supposed to get in there? The position is only for one person."
"That's not a problem. The shift starts at midnight. The only other person that will be in the building is the guard before us, and he's going to want to make sure he gets out of there as fast as he can, so he won't be paying us much attention."
"What about the security cameras?"
"I knew you were going to ask that. There aren't any cameras in the security office itself, and since we have access to all the feeds of all the cameras, we can always tamper with them, but I doubt the administration of that place is going to check the feed anyway."
"Of course you've figured that all out, why do I even bother?"
…
The time had finally come for John and Sherlock to start their new job. Soon they were standing outside the front doors.
"This is the last chance to turn back John, if you don't think you can handle it. Once we go inside, we aren't coming out until 6 A.M."
"I can do this Sherlock. I've been through worse."
With a nod, the detective turned and pushed open the doors to the pizzeria. As Sherlock suspected, the previous guard was nowhere to be seen. They quickly passed through the party rooms and into the security office.
"I told Mike to call us once the shift started." Sherlock said, sitting down. There was an obvious problem.
"Sherlock, there's only one chair."
"So?"
"One of us is going to have to stand up for six hours."
Sherlock immediately sat down in it. "I intend to be watching the cameras, therefore it is important that I be the one seated."
"Oh for God's sake, couldn't we at least take turns?"
Sherlock rolled his eyes. "Just stand up for tonight John, we'll bring you a chair tomorrow night"
"Fine." John mumbled, annoyed with how the situation had turned out.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
Sherlock's phone went off. A quick glance at the caller ID told them that it was Mike who was calling. Sherlock flipped open the phone and set it to speaker.
"Hello? H-hello? Uh, I take it you made it to your new job at the pizzeria all right? Good, good. You know, this is kinda funny, I used to have a guy call me every night-"
"Time is of the essence, Mike"
"Of course, o-of course. I'm sorry. Anyways, welcome to your new summer job at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria!"
"It's not exactly summer, Mike"
"O-oh, it isn't? I guess I just lost track of time…"
Mike went silent for a bit.
"You were saying?" John politely inquired.
"Oh y-yes! I trust you have been informed of the company's policies?"
"What policies?"
"Oh you know, 'not responsible for damage to property or person', 'Upon discovering damage or death has occurred, missing persons report filed in 90 days, or as soon as it's all cleaned up' That kinda stuff."
John gave Sherlock a worried glance. Maybe he should have thought about this some more…
"But don't let all that get you down! You guys are gonna do fine here! You'll probably survive all five nights! Or at least the first three! The first three are always the easiest…" Mike started mumbling to himself.
Covering the phone's speaker, John whispered to Sherlock, "Are you sure this is a good idea? He seems a bit crazier now then he was earlier."
"Oh it's fine, it's just because thinking about this extreme trauma he has lived through is making him worse."
John gave Sherlock an incredulous look. "Well?! Shouldn't we be concerned about him?"
"No, no, of course not. Once we get this all over with, he'll be better than ever. Sometimes you have to make things messier to get it clean in the end."
"If you say so Sherlock"
Mike had gone quiet on his end.
"You still there Mike?"
"Y-yeah, sorry I got a bit caught up in myself there, it just happens sometimes and-"
"That's quite alright Mike" John said in a soothing voice. "Now, do you have anything else to say to us?"
"Of course, of c-course." Mike took a breath "Of course you know from my description of the animatronics, they do move around at night. If I remember correctly from my days working there, they're left in a 'free-roaming' mode after hours to prevent their servos from locking up. Oh! This might be important!" Mike sounded like he was readjusting where he was, and spoke in a hushed tone. "The animatronics used to be able to move around in the daytime, but then there was the Bite of '87. Yeah, I think that might be important for you to know. Apparently the victim is still alive, you know it's really amazing that the human body can live without the frontal lobe…" Mike coughed. "Back to the night at hand, the reason the animatronics are trying to murder you is because they think that you're an endoskeleton without a costume. This is problematic because, since this is not allowed, they will forcefully shove you into a costume. You do not want that."
"Why? You said these were killer animatronics, not the fashion police."
"Well, the costumes aren't exactly designed to hold anything besides an endoskeleton, so there around the facial area there are a lot of wires, crossbeams, and electronic bits that you don't want your head forcefully shoved into. It'd probably be pretty uncomfortable… maybe a bit deadly, but you know, I never experienced it so…"
John took a deep breath to calm his nerves. This was getting worse by the minute.
"Heh, maybe your eyes and teeth would even get to see the light of day again, who knows?" Mike nervously laughed for a bit. "First night's not all that hard, you'll be fine, just check the cameras and only close the doors if you really, really have to. Don't want the power to go out on you. You definitely don't want that. Anyway, goodnight, you guys are going to do fine, I know it."
With that, the phone clicked off. John and Sherlock were now on their own to survive Night One.
*sigh* now comes the time where I have to read the wiki and watch a bunch of let's plays to make sure I get all the habits of the animatronics right. Yay. Fun. (although why am I complaining if it gives me a reason to binge-watch YouTube, right?)
Anyway, please tell me what you think in the comments! I really appreciate it!