And now...let the 'games' begin! Combatants Mike, Robby and Matt versus Bonnie and Chica tonight!
I own absolutely nothing except for the few OCs in here (the parents).
"Bold" is the Animatronic's speech
"Normal" is human speech (when the child's spirit is in control)
"Italic" is memory/thought/phone call
Chapter 6
Mike hummed to herself as she sat in the chair, pulling out a worn photograph of a red-haired boy hugging a copper haired girl. She smiled sadly as she touched the boy's face.
"I miss you, Robby," she sighed, "I'm going to figure out what happened to you, that's for sure,"
She put the photo away, picking up the monitor and flipping through the cameras as the clock struck midnight and her shift began. The phone rang, but Mike ignored it, remembering what Scott had told her.
Sure enough, the pre-recorded message started up.
"Hello, hello? Uh, I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night,"
"Hey, Scott,"
"Um, I actually worked in that office before you. I'm finishing up my last week now, as a matter of fact,"
"Aw, I didn't know that!"
"So, I know it can be a bit overwhelming, but I'm here to tell you there's nothing to worry about. Uh, you'll do fine. So, let's just focus on getting you through your first week. Okay?"
"Sure thing," Mike muttered, flipping through the cameras.
"Uh, let's see, first there's an introductory greeting from the company that I'm supposed to read. Uh, it's kind of a legal thing, you know. Um, 'Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. A magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life,"
"You sure sound like you enjoyed talking about that," Mike rolled her eyes.
"Fazbear Entertainment is not responsible for damage to property or person. Upon discovering that damage or death has occurred…"
"Whoa, wait, death!?" Mike blinked.
"…A missing person report will be filed within 90 days, or as soon property and premises have been thoroughly cleaned and bleached, and the carpets have been replaced,"
"You're not gonna report me as missing until after you bleach the place!?"
"Blah blah blah, now that might sound bad, I know,"
"No dip Sherlock!" Mike nearly screeched.
"But there's really nothing to worry about. Uh, the animatronic characters here do get a bit quirky at night, but do I blame them? No. If I were forced to sing those same stupid songs for twenty years and I never got a bath? I'd probably be a bit irritable at night too. So, remember, these characters hold a special place in the hearts of children and we need to show them a little respect, right? Okay,"
"Quirky…quirky how?"
"So, just be aware, the characters do tend to wander a bit. Uh, they're left in some kind of free roaming mode at night. Uh...Something about their servos locking up if they get turned off for too long. Uh, they used to be allowed to walk around during the day too. But then there was The Bite of '87,"
"The Bite!?"
"Yeah. I-It's amazing that the human body can live without the frontal lobe, you know?"
"Of the brain!? No you can't!"
"Uh, now concerning your safety, the only real risk to you as a night watchman here, if any, is the fact that these characters, uh, if they happen to see you after hours probably won't recognize you as a person. They'll pr-most likely see you as a metal endoskeleton without its costume on. Now since that's against the rules here at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, they'll probably try to...forcefully stuff you inside a Freddy Fazbear suit. Um, now, that wouldn't be so bad if the suits themselves weren't filled with crossbeams, wires, and animatronic devices, especially around the facial area. So, you could imagine how having your head forcefully pressed inside one of those could cause a bit of discomfort...and death. Uh, the only parts of you that would likely see the light of day again would be your eyeballs and teeth when they pop out the front of the mask, heh,"
"Where was this in the application!?" Mike demanded.
"Y-Yeah, they don't tell you these things when you sign up. But hey, first day should be a breeze. I'll chat with you tomorrow. Uh, check those cameras, and remember to close the doors only if absolutely necessary. Gotta conserve power. Alright, good night,"
"Good night!?" Mike squeaked as the call ended, "Hooo….Okay. Okay! Well, Mike…it's gonna be one long night for you,"
After ten years, the pain Robby felt as he donned his metal and fur skin was dulled. He'd gotten so used to it that it didn't bother him anymore.
He flexed his left paw, making sure that it still opened and closed tonight…it'd been getting stiffer and stiffer lately…most likely due to the fact that no one really cared about him, well, about Foxy anyway.
A slight clicking sound caught his attention and his ears flicked towards the source. He peeked out of the star-spangled curtain at the blinking red light of the security camera. He watched as Bonnie made his way down the stage, stalking towards backstage. Well, that was new. There hadn't been a night-shift guard in a long time. Management had somehow got wind that the last one was dead and gone.
The poor guy. Robbie's metal frame shuddered as he remembered prying the poor guy out of the spare suit, he still didn't think he got all the blood out of his fur.
"I understand what I need to do," Mike started, flipping through the cameras, "I need to watch the cameras and make sure they don't come after…"
She froze as she looked at the stage…Bonnie was gone.
"Where'd he go…" she panicked, flipping through the screens until she got to backstage, where Bonnie was standing, "Oh hi! There you are, pretty…bunny…thing…"
She flipped away from that camera and checked everywhere else.
"Okay, okay…I get it…" she stammered, "Is he still there?"
She checked the backstage camera again and gave a light shriek, nearly dropping the monitor. The animatronic was right in the camera's face…staring with soulless black eyes right at Mike. Mike picked up the monitor shakily.
"Okay, you stay right there Bonnie," she growled jabbing a finger at the screen…right as the camera blacked out.
Matt couldn't move. Rules stated that he couldn't move until both the other spirits had left the stage...and even then, not until the third night. He heard Robby moving behind the curtain and he knew that his friend was just as worried about the guard as he was. The air shimmered in front of the stage and Bonnie just appeared out of nowhere. Matt cast a sideways glance at the animatronic that housed his sister, but she didn't turn towards him or make any move…so it was just him and Robby tonight. Great.
They weren't making it easy on the poor guard, that was for sure. He watched as Bonnie shimmered out of existence and heard the soft pad of footsteps backstage.
A gleam of silver caught Matt's eye and he could barely see the faint golden glow from Robby's eyes as he poked his face out from behind the curtain. Matt internally grumbled to himself, but he let his face illuminate for a quick moment before going dark, letting Robby know that he was himself and not Freddy tonight.
A faint laugh from the fox caught his ear and Matt let out a low rumble of annoyance. Of all the neat abilities they all had gotten…Amanda was a living EMP, knocking out the electricity when she came near it, Sam could freaking teleport, Robby's speed had increased and he had an amazing resistance to whatever made them glitch out…and Matt made his face glow. It was so embarrassing! Amanda had been kind enough to tell him that he had a stealth attribute, being able to not be seen by the cameras…but Robby and Sam constantly teased him about being a living night-light. But strangely enough, Matt's forte was with shadow, not light…making him extremely dangerous when the lights went out.
He heard Robby laugh again before the eldest spirit disappeared behind the curtain, singing the old song that Foxy performed before the Bite…
This was going to be a long night.
"Ah! You moved again…" Mike sputtered, catching Bonnie on camera in the dining room, "You just alternate between those two places…I see where I am, you're not near me! I just need to periodically check…I need to last until 6a.m, right?"
She glanced down at the power meter and whimpered.
"Oh God, am I gonna have enough power?!"
Her ears picked up on heavy thuds coming from the left hallway. She started shaking as she put down the monitor.
"I hear that!" she stammered, reaching out for the door light, pressing it…
And seeing Bonnie right at the door.
"AH!" Mike squealed, slamming the door shut with a loud bang.
Something nagged in the back of her mind to check the other door…just to be safe…
Just to see Chica staring in the window.
"NOPE!" Mike yelped, slamming that door shut, "Oh, God, oh God, oh God…that's not good…"
A loud bang startled him out of his thoughts and he blinked. There was a new guard! Oh…this was not good. Not good at all.
He carefully crept out of the Cove and peeked down the hall, seeing Bonnie's form flickering and melting into the darkness before reappearing in the party room.
Another bang sounded off and Robbie's ears flicked forwards, catching Chica's annoyed groan before hearing her footsteps stomping back and towards the restrooms. He turned his head towards the stage. Matt hadn't moved. He normally didn't until the guard's third night…if they lasted that long…or if the power went out. His friend turned around and threw him a 'Well? What the heck are you waiting for!?' look.
"The Light Bulb's right…I have to warn them," Robby thought to himself as he stood upright and sprinted down the hall.
A shocked squeal caught his attention and Robby internally winced…right as the door slammed down, nearly taking his nose off.
"Owwww!" he moaned, rubbing his muzzle as he knocked on the door.
The guard didn't open up, unsurprisingly.
Robby shook his head and limped back to Pirate's Cove. This was going to be one long, long, long night. For both him, Matt…and the guard.
"Foxy runs!?" Mike demanded as she slammed the door shut on the fox, unknowing of who it really was, "Scott! I hope you're not fond of your skin because I'm going to skin you for this!"
She could have been imagining it, but she could have sworn she heard someone moan in pain as she slammed the door shut. But that was silly…robots couldn't feel pain…could they?
She was startled out of her thoughts as three loud bangs sounded on the door, making her give a panicked whimper. She pulled up the camera, seeing Foxy climb back into the Cove. The sixteen year old opened the door, giving a shuddering sigh of relief.
"It's like some perverted game of cat and mouse!" Mike shuddered, checking the lights and seeing Bonnie there again.
She slammed the door shut again, shuddering.
"Bonnie's awful friendly tonight," Mike growled, quickly opening the door and flashing the door light…just to see that he was gone, "Thank God!"
She looked at the clock and smiled.
"Only a few more minutes of this…and I'm done!"
Everything went quiet…making Mike worry even more than she had been. It was like watching toddlers…silence was never good!
She reached out to check the doors again…right as the church clock struck six a.m. Mike gave a whooping cheer as she jumped out of her seat, punching the air in joy.
"My shift is over I freaking made it!" she crowed, dancing around like a complete lunatic.
"Nice dance moves," came a familiar voice.
Mike instantly froze, turning to see both Phil and Scott standing there, watching her in amusement.
"Oh um…hi," Mike stammered, blushing deep scarlet.
"Don't worry about it," Phil dismissed, "you're acting a lot better than most Night Guards did,"
Mike gave a sheepish smile, still blushing.
"Why don't you go home and get ready for school?" Phil suggested as Scott gave a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes…though Mike took no note of it, "I'll see you tomorrow night,"
"Thanks Phil," Mike grinned, pulling the bill of her cap down in acknowledgement.
As she walked out…she couldn't help but throw a look towards the back stage door. She could have sworn that she saw it quickly shut.
So she survived night one...much to Scott's surprise and displeasure. Robby and the others will find out who she is within the next few chapters, and Mike will figure out too. I mean, c'mon, they're siblings and friends for crying out loud. What kind of authoress would I be if I didn't have them recognize each other at some point? The spirits don't know it's her...they know it's a new guard...but that's about it. They haven't seen her face and Sam and Amanda don't know because they 'technically' weren't there.
I hope you guys liked it, if you did send in the reviews! (Along with ideas because I will need them eventually!) :)
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Máriessë ar mára tecië
Farewell and fair writing
Elhini Prime signing off.