Well, hello there! I didn't expect you to be here! Come, come!
In any case, this story isn't dead. And I am not dead. So please, stop with the PM's about that. I got caught up on a four day; non-stop band rehearsal just recently, so I wan't able to update that frequently. But now, with more free time on my hands, I can finally work on this story as well as my other works of literature. So I do apologize for the delay.
Anyways, I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own the game, Five Nights at Freddy's and all the characters in the game he game was made by an amazing person named Scott Cawthon.
=Arc Two=
=Weird occurrences on the morning after=
Your name is Jerry Fretz.
...
...
Ha! Ha!
Your still Michael Schmidt, for all you know! Not some weird ass Jerry Fretz dude.
And currently, your still lying in bed, a relaxed and content look displayed on your face. Unfortunately for you, the sunlight was disagreeing with how comfrotable you were in your bed, and decided to shed some light upon the situation.
Quite literally. Sunlight on your face is always bad, especially when you were still sleeping.
Groaning in displeasure, you silently cursed every single word you can think of at the moment towards the large flaming ball in the sky, its smug face continuously beaming everlasting sunlight onto your face. With your eyes slightly ajar, your rubbed off the drowsiness off of your eyes before sitting right up, giving off a loud yawn and stretching your arms. Scratching your back for a moment, you slowly limped your way to the edge of the bed and sat there for a good second or two before getting off, your feet touching the arctic cold floor.
Yelping suddenly from the cold, you accidentally stubbed your toe onto the leg of the bed, causing you to inwardly scream like a little girl.
Yes. Like a little bitch.
...
Well fuck those guys who thought you were a bitch! That damn well hurt! And you know it!
"Fffffuck...!" You swore, gritting your teeth to withstand the unbearable pain early in the morn.
Thankfully, that sudden injury to your toe woke you right up, and you weren't feeling that tired already with that adrenaline. A bit drowsy still, but awake overall. Stretching and yawning once more, you made your way to the bathroom, with a towel in tow. Hopefully the heater was working, because the last thing you needed this early in the morning is cold water running down your body. Last time that happened, you could have sworn the bathroom mirror cracked a little.
Waking through the kitchen to reach the bathroom, you spied your eye on the wall clock and found that it was currently 10:34 AM. Which, in all honestly, was rather early for you to wake up. Because, you know, midnight shift.
Reaching the bathroom, you closed the door behind you and stripped down to nothing before entering the shower. Turning on the tap, you could hear the water flow through the tube of the shower head which was just above your...
Wait...
"Aiiyeee!" You screamed as COLD FUCKING WATER soaked you to the bone.
Holy fucking shit was it cold.
After your rather...eventful shower, you left the bathroom with a towel around your waist, feeling more fresh.
*Growl*
...And rather hungry. Hmmm...
You checked the wall clock that was nearby and found that it was 10: 56 AM. Still early for your tastes.
Hmm...
As you thought of what to eat, your eyes managed to pick up a certain trace of brown, triggering a memory from last night. How could you have forgotten! Chica gave you a box of pizza to eat! Grabbing a plate from the kitchen, you went back to the box and grabbed yourself a couple of slices for breakfast, carefully placing aside the note that was delicately made for you. With that set, you placed the plate in the microwave and began to heat it up, placing the box with the rest of the slices in the fridge.
As the slices were being heated up, you went back to your room and proceeded to change into a more respectable attire. A red button up shirt with a left breast pocket and a pair of dark blue pants. Nothing too fancy, since all you were doing is to prepare for your meeting with your boss. Though, a though came up in your mind quite recently when you were changing.
Would you tell the truth? Or not?
If you were to tell the truth, chances of them being scrapped would be really high, since they were, in a sense, doing property damages. Not to mention they might just lock them in a cold, dark room, all the while trying to rebuild a new Fazbear image in a form of a re-opening. New looks, new designs but the 'same' character in general. They would still be Bonnie, Chica, Freya and Foxy. Just...different. And the old models would be simply left to rot.
However, on the other side of the coin, you would bear a rather heavy task of looking after them during your shift. Weird shenanigans, mixed up tables and chairs, dirty floors, running tap. Stuff you were expecting them to do. Also, your boss would heavily suspect you in the long run, if stuff like that would continue to happen, probably ending up in a loss of your job. Which would suck since you need the money.
Tell the truth? Or be in denial?
Hmmm...
*Ding!*
Pizza's done. Great. Something to take your mind off the topic for a moment.
You casually walked back to the kitchen and grabbed the plate, closing the microwave door and proceeded your way to your sofa. You grabbed the nearby remote and switched on the TV, grabbing a slice and reclining on your sofa. As the TV slowly gave life, you casually ate your pizza, which was a little bit hot, but nothing you couldn't handle. After a while, the TV was now fully switched on, you noticed that it was on the news channel, something you normally don't watch. However, just as you were about to grab the remote and switch to a new channel, you suddenly realize where this was taking place.
It was at the pizzeria.
"...-nd right now, I am current at the famous Freya Fazbear's Pizzeria where unknown noises and unnatural phenomenons were reported last night. I am currently speaking to the owner of the pizzeria wh-..."
And after that, you knew that you needed to rush there ASAP.
"Goddamit...Just my luck" You muttered under your breath, finishing the slice you were eating and grabbed the other two.
Standing up, you went back to your room and grabbed your phone and your black and grey striped jacket before you grabbed your keys on the coffee table. Fidgeting a little with the keys in your hands, you managed to unlock the lock of your door and proceeded to make your way to the pizzeria, locking the door behind you. With half a slice of pizza in your mouth, and the other one in your left hand, you made your way to Freya's, hoping to sweet god that nothing bad is happening.
Oh god...
Oh dear lord almighty...
As if whatever you thought would happen, the scenario of dozens of reporters standing in front of the pizzeria somehow managed to be warped into reality, as there were dozens of them, asking your boss a variety of questions. You mentally steeled yourself for whatever might come to both you and your boss a few minutes later. For now, you needed to help her pronto. Those reporters seem to be flooding her too quickly for her to recover.
"Alright...Showtime..." You muttered before running towards the mob of reporters.
In an instant, you shoved every reporter that was in your way, which was quite a lot, and grabbed the wrist of your boss, which freaked her out for a moment, before bursting through the door with her in tow. You could hear the voices of the reporters in the background shouting different profanities into the pizzeria, to which you disregarded and continued to walk on forth towards the main door to the dinning hall.
Once both you and your boss were across, you closed the door behind the both of you and locked it, which earned both of you a couple of looks from the parents inside, most of which were looks of concern.
"...Th-Thanks..." You heard your boss softly say, her breathing quite erratic.
"...N-No problem...You alright?" You asked her, to which earned you a little nod from her. She went over to a slightly occupied table and sat down, trying to regulate her breathing once again. The concerned people were now slowly walking up to her and asking her if she was fine, which made your heart warm up.
"It's alright guys, no big problem. Just a couple of reporters outside trying to invade her personal space" You hollered out, catching the attention of the everyone in the room. After that, they went back to tending to their kids, whom were enjoying the show that was being displayed by Freya and her gang. Standing on the spot for a moment, you went over to the table where your boss sat.
"Jesus...I swear, once those guys hears a big scoop, they all flock to the same area like flies to a light bulb" She said, chuckling a little, which you had to admit was rather funny.
"Yea...I tried to come fast as I could when I saw what was happening on TV back at home. Sorry if I was a little late, Miss Rose" You apologized, to which she merely held up one of her hands to stop you from saying anything else.
"It's fine. Stuff like this happens. And please, call me Julie. Everyone else in the restaurant does so" She said, smiling at you, to which you smiled back. "Anyways, I suppose we should head over to the office and talk. I bet you have something to tell me" She smirked, knowing full well you knew something.
Which, in all sense, was true. You, in fact, knew damn well what happens late at night.
As the two of you made your way to the office, you couldn't help but find that Julie was walking strangely. In specific, it's as if she has a limp leg, with the fact that she was dragging her feet on the floor ever so slightly and making ever so soft groans of displeasure. Now, you were no doctor, that's for sure, but even a kid can tell if someone is not only that, but her hand was also rolled into a fist, to which she was clenching really hard. Yeesh. This was definitely a female you wouldn't want to mess with if she's angry. She'll probably kick your ass, hands down.
Eventually, the both of you entered the office, which was the same as before. Julie took her seat on her usual chair, with you sitting opposite of her. After that, she went straight to business.
"So do tell Michael, what have you found out?" She asked, obviously curios as to what the problem was.
"Well...sadly enough though, I couldn't find out what was causing the objects to move" You lied through your teeth, hoping she would take it.
"I see...Anyways, I have to ask, do you know what happened last night? About the strange flash of light and a loud crash?" She asked.
"Oh that!...Well...I was doing some inspection on the stage, where the robots were at, trying to check if the suspect left something there. All of a sudden, when I was walking back down, I heard one of the robots sizzling. After that, the damn thing sparked up lights and I was thrown off guard, causing myself to crash into a number of the tables which happen to break my fall" You somewhat lied. It wasn't all that far off from the truth, but it was better than telling the truth entirely.
"...Hmm...If that's the case I'll call up a friend of mine and see if something is wrong with the robots. You coming for tonight shift, right?" She asked, a brow raised in question.
"Yep. I'll try to see if I can catch the culprit" You assured her, which convinced her, with a nod of approval.
"Alright then. Oh and Michael! If you do catch the culprit, tell that bastard to clean up the mess they made in the kitchen. It's like they made a dozen of pizza last night!" She exclaimed, causing you to sweat a little and nervously grin.
"Y-Yea! I'll m-make sure that message goes across" You said, standing up from your chair. You waved a hand in goodbye to your boss before you left the room, which after you did, you sighed in exasperation.
Tonight would be bothersome for you, with all that nagging towards the girls for needing to clean up the place so that Julie wouldn't suspect anything anymore. Hmmm...Now with that thought in your mind, you kind of sound like a big brother towards them.
Heh...That'll be pretty funny.
Ah well...Might was well prepare for tonight. You'll be doing a bit of shopping later on. Hopefully everything goes well.
Hopefully...
