I... I just... wow it's actually almost been two years since I did anything with this story. But honestly my mind drifts A LOT, but with the new FNAF game I've actually found my love for the series again as well as the ideas I had for this story and I'm gonna try to work on it again. I've got this chapter and I'm going to work on the next one and hopefully have it out by next month at the latest.
I am so, so sorry for the wait guys, but I hope you enjoy this new chapter.
Change in Perspective
Jake couldn't sleep. No matter what he tried, no matter what he did, nor the fact he knew he needed to be up and ready by 5:45am to head off to his job as a newspaper editor… Jake just couldn't sleep.
Is Mike okay? Did he manage to get any information from the animatronics? Jake thought to himself, sitting on the couch in his living room and bouncing his knee as his mind was now going a mile a minute with theories on what could be going on over at Freddy's now. Everything from Mike being safe and talking to the puppet to Mike being ripped apart flashed into his mind, and he couldn't get them to stop.
Glancing over to the clock on his wall, 4:16 am slowly crawled it's way onto the clocks face, and reminding him that it was to late now for him to go to bed with work being in about an hour.
I could do an early start… stop by Freddy's to try and ease my nerves.
Nodding his tired head to that idea, Jake stood up and went to prepare for the new day. Showering up to keep his blond hair from looking and feeling gross, preparing a cup of coffee, and getting dressed in his usual button up shirt (today's color being a minty green) black slacks and an added on blue striped tie to add to a more professional look.
By the time he finished all that it was almost 5:00, and he decided to start making his way to the Pizzeria, even though it was a fifteen minute detour from the direction his place of work was… he had time after all.
Just getting closer to the parking lot began to draw up memories from his childhood of the "Family Friendly" restaurant.
The first time he went to the pizzeria was for Mike's sixth birthday. Jake didn't really get the place at the time, seeing as he couldn't really hear any of the songs, nor could he really hear the stories that Foxy had been programmed to say… but the blond was still fascinated with the large mechanical wonders and how they moved.
The golden animatronic rabbit was definitely my favorite as it seemed to know some sign language. Wonder whatever happened to it.
The second time he remembered the best was when he and Mike were ten... and Mike's parents had finalized their divorce. Mike had been hit pretty hard as his mom got full custody and changed both their last names to her Maiden name of "Schmidt" while his father moved in with his mistress and married her two years later. Jake actually suggested the trip to his parents and convinced them to bring Mike along as a way to cheer him up.
There weren't any golden animatronics aside from the chicken then… but Foxy actually became my new favorite around then. For a robot he had quite a bit of energy to him.
After that he remembered going there more often then Mike and his mother did. The restaurant nearly became a second home to him at the time… till he turned sixteen… and the three kids disappeared from that birthday party. It was scarier to him around then and Jake started to feel less safe going there, especially on his own…
If it was easy for three normal kids to disappear without anyone noticing… I'm counting my own blessings I never ended up the same way.
Then finally was the last time he went to Freddy's at all… Back when he was 18 years old… back in 1987…
That memory alone left Jake with a cold shiver of dread and his eyes feeling like they were beginning to water up. Though he never saw the actual Bite happen… he had walked in to the aftermath of the bite, and saw the brain matter dripping from the mechanical monster's jaw. He saw all the people freaking out, some running to the closest phone lines… saw the body of a guard slumped down on the ground with a pool of blood flowing around her head, staining chocolate brown hair a much, much darker shade.
Please… don't let that be what happens to Mike tonight.
Checking his watch, Jake saw it was a minute to six meaning if all went well Mike would be running out those doors in the next five minutes or so and the blond haired man could put his mind at ease.
He pulled out a notepad and began to write down a couple of things he could add to the corkboard when he got home later. The bite of 87 would be a good addition to add for the speculations after all, so he would have to look into it a little more when he got to his job. Even while writing Jake's green eyes would glance to the time and then the doors to Freddy's…. 6:05 rolled around and Jake knew something was wrong now.
Mike still hadn't left the building.
Fuck it.
Rushing from his spot to the doors, Jake checked said doors and when they wouldn't budge he pulled out a few paper clips and lock picked the door. Unable to hear the click of the door unlocking, Jake just checked the door and when it opened he rushed in to look for his best friend.
Not in the Main area… not near the main stage. Please still just be in the office Mike.
Running around but keeping a keen eye out for any hint of his paranoid and likely traumatized best friend… Jake soon found his heart practically stopping as he found his friend… back against a wall in the hallway outside the office, his head slumped… and blood on both the wall and dripping from Mike's head.
No… nononononononono no NO!
….
His back slammed hard onto the tiled floors just outside the Parts and Services room. Why? He had been so careful since night one… so why was he now suffering on night three?
Trying to push himself into a position so he could stand up or at least attempt to run, he soon found himself being pushed back down to the ground by a heavy, inhuman foot. It didn't help either that he saw two other figures slowly surrounding him.
"Got him first guys!"
He had to freeze at the voice he heard come from the very mechanical being that captured him. It wasn't Bonnie's usual programmed voice… no, no it sounded far to human… to young. He didn't have time to think about it anymore as he felt cold, rough metal finger latch onto his jaw and force him to look into a single golden eye.
"... Ain't silver with this one either."
The voice of the fox was also different… why? How?
"He's still a guard…" Chica spoke, her gaze glaring down at him with a surprisingly real burning anger in those dead mechanical eyes.
"Do we have to use one of the suits this time? Blood got on my guitar last time and that wasn't fun at all the next morning with the strings all sticky and gross." Bonnie whined, and making the guard's heart rate pick up. What the actual hell was wrong with their programing?!
"Then keep your guitar out of Parts and Services." Chica stated in an almost matter of fact tone.
"WHY did you even have it in Parts and Services to begin with?!" Foxy shouted, as if the process of trying to figure out that line of reasoning was just angering him more.
"One of the strings broke, so I hadda put it back there to get fixed up! Duh!"
"Then why didn't the maintenance people clean it?!"
"That... That's actually a good question. Who wasn't doing their job that day?" Chica muttered, trying to process that whole situation herself now.
Was… Was this seriously going on right now? I mean sure, he still couldn't really move, and he was still feeling like his back was being crushed…. But where the animatronics that had been hell bent on killing him his entire three shifts, really just going to stand around and talk without following through? That's… a surprising let down to all that build up, though he won't really complain in the end.
"Sorry to have kept you all waiting." A new voice cut through the conversation, and seeing as all but one animatronic had been accounted for, this voice had to belong to the star himself.
"Cutting it a little close there huh Freddy?" Foxy spoke up, what was close to an almost playful grin seemed to appear on his loose jaw.
"Well seeing as our guard here is a little bigger then most of the other guards… I had to look for something that could handle that problem."
He had no idea if that was a jab at his height or his weight… but either way he did feel insulted… at least until he saw that Freddy had brought an empty animatronic suit. It looked like one of the prototype suits with how bulky it actually was compared to the current models… but from what he could see the locks and wiring that attaches to the endoskeletons were the same as the normal suits.
"Please, Please God no!" he screamed, adrenaline finally kicking in as he struggled to try and get free. God he should have tried this while they were talking! Why did their conversation have to be so off putting?!
"I think he's excited for his new uniform!" Bonnie seemed to grin as he adjusted just enough so Chica and Foxy could grab the still struggling guard to stand up.
"I believe you're right Bonnie. Would you like to start us off this time?" Freddy offered, holding the currently empty animatronic head over to the now excited purple rabbit.
"Would I?! Wait, is my guitar still back here? I don't wanna get it bloody and gross again…"
"For fuck's sake you're… you're all just treating this like a game?! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ALL OF YOU?!" the guard shouted, and suddenly whatever cheerful mood his captors were in seemed to fade away… and the iron grip on his arms and shoulders from both animatronics holding him still seemed to tighten to a point he felt his bones begin to pop, causing him to let out a few cries of pain.
"... In a moment you'll know exactly what's "Wrong" with us…" Freddy growled as Bonnie took the head from the brown animatronic's hands and stepped right in front of the guard.
To the guard for a single split second, he saw a whole image that seemed to burn itself into his mind. Replacing the animatronic that was about to seal his fate for this single moment, was a bloodied looking young child. A part of his head almost looked caved in like something crushed it, letting the blood drip down cold pale skin and cause dirty black hair to stick to his face. Eyes that should have at least looked normal were instead blackened sockets that dripped blood and tears, with a pinprick of an almost light brown glow in the center of those darkened seas that stared directly at him.
Around him a similar thing happened to the other animatronics. Children straight from some kind of horror movie seemed to replace them… though just beyond the ones that captured him, beyond the one that was condemning him there was a fifth, standing in the doorway.
A young child of almost unidentifiable gender stood there, a saddened, guilty look in glowing pale blue pinpricks of light within the dark and emptied sockets of the olive skinned kid. Their black hair was a mess and blood seemed to drip from their scalp, mouth and limbs that looked like bones had popped through the skin at some point before sinking back into the flesh. They seemed to be looking right into his eyes, and in what felt like a few minutes, in reality a split second, the image shifted back to the animatronics… and the fifth child being replaced by a tall spindly animatronic with a porcelain white mask that had an eternal grin on its face.
He watched the fifth turn away just as the mask slammed onto his head. The internal workings digging through his flesh and bones quick and his whole world going dark one final time….
And Mike awoke in a hospital bed with a scream and a splitting headache.