Why hello once again my dear readers! It is I, CM, back with another update to this story!
Like before, I shall be taking a short while to address some things that some of you have asked in the previous chapter, so I hope the rest of you wouldn't mind about that.
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Lightscar: Why thank you deary! I'm glad a story like this entertains you quite a lot. And I do apologize if it seems short. I wouldn't want to spoil too much info of you know who.
Frostbite: Yea boi.
Pyro: No prob man. Yes, I do know that FnaF 2 is coming out fairly soon. Also...Maybe. Maybe not. Who knows? (Actually yea. You caught on pretty well. Knew that FnaF 2 would be coming up so I wrote that part to leave people wondering. Glad to know you actually found out)
Kranon The Deathclaw-Human: No sir. Well...Not yet at least. She will be coming into the fray pretty soon. Also...You may never know. You'll just have to find out in the future.
Bluejamathons: Aye Captain!
AllFantasyStories: Well thank you! Glad you like it!
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Okay! Now that that's done, we can finally continue with our actual story!
Onwards my brethren!
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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.
Mike cocked his head as he read the last sentence from the page. Apparently, Frieda was not the very first model. Or at least, the name and coloring was not the first one. That belonged to this similar looking bear, named Goldilocks, and has golden colored fur, from what Mike could tell. Strange, he had been to the restaurant before when he was kid a long time back and he could have sword the model was not like that...It was much more different. From what he remembered, it looked kind of like the costumes of the girls that they wore during the morning, although slightly more...boxy, is the word he can think of.
"Really strange...I wonder what happened?" Mike muttered to himself as he began to think of possible reasons as to what probably happened. Most logically, she must have been scrapped and her model was only used years later for the latest ones, which being the girls he knew currently. Flipping the page, he looked outside and managed to get a glimpse of a figure walk by his office, wearing what seemed to be an odd yellow hat.
"Things get weirder and weirder..." Mike shook his head before continuing to read.
I...am rather pleased with the idea and the sketch I have drawn out. I could probably make her a wider on the sides by a tad, to give her that motherly look.
Also, I had asked one of my friends, whom is also working in my restaurant, how she thinks of it. She said the design looked good and the name was pretty solid.
Now all I have to do is actually create her. Make her from scratch and then give her an AI to make her come alive. But...I think I won't give her the usual robot AI.
Now...Some people might call me crazy but...I want to give them life...A start into this world.
That's why I want to give them a AI that is as equally close as possible to a human brain. Able to think for themselves. Able to feel, to have emotions.
To ask questions and respond to danger. To help defend themselves and others. Basically...I want them to be like a human being.
People would call me mad for saying this, telling me how it would be impossible to create such a robot.
But I have faith I can do so...I don't want to create something just for the sake of creating it. I want them to have a purpose.
Well...I should stop writing now and get to work...
Mike stared at the page for a moment and pondered. Douglas is probably the first person in the entire world to create such a thing...Still, how was he able to create such a thing? Shaking his head to remove himself from his stupor, he continued to read.
It's been a week now. I managed to salvage some materials from a nearby scrapyard. All I have to do now is to assemble it together and whatnot.
I was able to luckily find a good amount of titanium scrap metal from the yard. This should be perfect for her entire chasis along with the head.
Now...This might sound strange, because trust me, it is...But It would be ideal to create a total simulation of the human system.
Digestive, Respiratory and the other whatnot. Besides, the workplace is a restaurant. So having her unable to eat our food just seems bullshit.
...Anyways, just a while ago, my good buddy Jerry had managed to given me a 64 bit Windows computer. Apparently, they were testing out this back in his office
and told me it would be perfect as a main 'Brain' for Goldie. He's a really swell guy. A computer tech guy that helps me out in different kinds of programming.
Anyways, he told me that he would help me program all the information needed into Goldie for now. He said that if they create bigger breakthroughs in technology,
I would be the first one he would tell. Which I cannot emphasize how much I deeply thank him for.
The both of us would probably take a couple of days to about a week to fully complete her. But we both know it's going to be worth it.
Mike's ears moved slightly as he picked up a faint sound coming from somewhere at the main hall. Putting down the book gently on his lap, he pulled up his tablet and checked via the main hall security camera. Nothing of particular, gladly. He simply shrugged his shoulders before placing the tablet on his lap and pulling up the book, continuing to read the next page. He had noticed there were fewer words. But this was due to having pictures placed onto the book.
The first one looked as if it was underground somewhere, with a large table in front and many bits and pieces of metal laying around everywhere. A man in a brown shirt was apparently attaching something to something, but with barely enough light, Mike was unable to see what it was.
Well...Me and Jerry had begun to work on Miss Goldie and to be honest...I have no idea how this would work.
It may probably won't work at all. But Jerry then told me who made the idea in the first place and who wanted it to be real.
Oh well...We'll see how this would go.
On the next page, it was clearly much more brighter than before. Mike was now able to tell that on the table was a head of the animatronic, with its neck still unconnected to anything and the wires were able to be seen. And from what Mike can guess, Oras' friend Jerry was attaching some bolts or nuts onto an arm.
Well...I guess me made some pretty good progress. I managed to create the headpiece entirely from scratch and I have to admit, it looks good.
Sadly for me and Jerry, we both have work tomorrow and it's getting quite late right now, about 2 AM in the morning and I have to open up at 8 AM.
Leaves me a sorta decent amount of time to rest. For now, she must wait here at my basement until tomorrow night.
Mike turned the page and continued reading, noticing more photos. This time around, Goldie's main chestplate was done, with a couple of wires near the neck, around the shoulders and down below at the hips area. He knew that Oras' would connect them but it was probably going to be really hard.
Alright. It's been a couple days and tonight was one of the free nights me and Jerry were able to continue.
Work kind of caught on to us. Pretty hard.
Anyways, managed to finish her chestplate. Which was really damn annoying since I had to buff and shine the thing a number of times.
Also the headpiece as well.
The next page was, quite frankly, a finished looking animatronic, which was sitting upright on the table, showing no signs of life. The chasis was covered with a layer of fur, just like Frieda. Except, this time, it was golden in color. Not to mention it also had a black top hat situated on top of its head, which looked quite the same as the one the costume Frieda wore.
Jesus. Took me and Jerry a couple of weeks to finish her. But She's done now. Her wiring is complete, all her bits like her arms are socketed in place.
Her 'organs' are also placed in. Which I have to say, was a pain in the butt to simulate. But, if I'm correct, should be able to send the correct
signals to her 'brain' to simulate her bodily functions. As well as the wires being able to react to touch, heat, cold, rain and whatnot.
All we have to do is to create her 'brain'. Once that's done, she's ready to be started up.
I really hope this works.
"Did it..?" Mike muttered in wonder. Only way to find out is to read more. Checking the time on his phone, he then realized the time was now 9:55 PM. He couldn't believe quite a bit of time had passed. Closing the book and placing it down on top of his tablet on his chair, he decided it would be best to at least check on the girls for a while and see if anything was wrong. Opening both doors so as to not waste any power, he left the room with a torch in his right pant pocket and with his phone, making his way back to the main hall.
Once there, he was instantly greeted once again by the sounds of loud pulsating music and cold air from the AC, not to mention nearly blinded when a sudden flash of light from the light projector on top shone onto him. Entering the room, he closed the door gently before placing his back onto the door, taking a look at the activity that was going on in front of him.
Foxy was on her stage doing a really good job at pole dancing and keeping the attention of most of the males pre-occupied. Her hook was helping her do spins around the pole as her free hand was kept firmly on it for balance. Not only that, but she too was was giving a rather good view of her assets. And by good view, meaning a really good view. For some odd reason, Mike thought that Foxy was giving him a good show instead of the other males, with how she had managed to spot him and give him a half-lidded look.
Then, not a moment later, Bonnie and Chica came up to her stage as well and proceeding to mesmerize the crowd as well. With Bonnie giving a rather provocative shakes of her hips and dances and with Chica lewdly pressing herself onto the pole and giving a dance of her own.
"I'll never get used to this..." Mike muttered under his breath as he crossed his arms and sighed, biting the inside of his cheek as he had gotten a erect from the show.
"Well...You better get used to it honey~" A soothing voice came up from your right, causing you to nearly yelp, only to have your mouth shut when a hand closed it.
Mike pulled off the brown hand and faced Frieda, who was looking at him with a smirk on her face. "Listen Frieda...No hard feelings but..It's still difficult for me to accept that this...is actually real" Mike said, sighing as he faced away from the she-bear.
"Aww...Don't be like that" Frieda said, getting close to Mike and hugging him on his sides, causing him to flinch slightly. "Besides, we weren't made specifically for this you know. The restaurant is still our home and life and the children are still our top priority. This is...just a secondary thing" Frieda said soothingly as she laid a head on Mike's chest, causing him to blush.
"Yea well...Still hard for me you know..." Mike said. He then removed her before adjusting his tie and reverting back to his usual look. "Don't let me keep you from doing your...'job'. I'm going to look around and check if anything is wrong so that I won't have to later" Mike said, causing Frieda to nod at him and smiling warmly.
"That's one thing I like about you Mike. You're still professional in your work. Even if the sight of us leaves you quite...bothered, which I have to say we're sorry for" Frieda giggled. "Anyways, you should go now Mike. This bear still has work to do~". And with that, she sauntered off into the distance while shaking her hips, with Mike unable to pry his eyes off her ass.
Shaking his head a couple of times, Mike made his merry way to the right of the main hall, where the kitchen would be situated as well as the canteen. As he slowly walked away from the room and towards the canteen, Mike could hear a faint sound coming from the poorly lit hallway. Taking out his flashlight, he clicked a button and a light began to shine in front of him, casually shining it in different locations so as to try and see what kept making that noise. On the walls, were posters of the four girls, which he hadn't seen before on his previous walk around the entire Club. They all looked like the same as normally, with some included text at the bottom of the poster.
Mike shrugged his shoulders before continuing to move deeper into the hallway and towards the kitchen. However, he was unaware of a certain figure lurking in the darkness that was looking at him with great intent, eyes shining with a benevolent golden color as the figure continued to sneakily observe him from a distance, taking in every single detail he had.