Five Nights at Freddy's: Rebooted Retribution

Chapter 10

Locked In

"…Mr. Larney, I understand that you hired the Lil Brothers with Tools Agency to do some maintenance work on your infamous robots. This restaurant that you acquired has been surrounded with criminal history since the 80's. Isn't it odd that people, once again wind up dead whenever your establishment is involved?" The interrogator was prodding. They had been sitting in the interrogation room at the local police station. Bill was sitting at a long metal table with a lieutenant leaning across from him in the brightly lit room. There was a coffee maker in the corner next to the large bay window. They couldn't see if anyone was standing outside of it, but others could see in.

"I know nothing of Greg's employees or their practices. I only vaguely know of the ones who are assigned to make technical repairs and upgrades. Regarding my own establishment, I am aware of the history Lieutenant. I inherited a mess. Why do you think we've been giving the restaurant a facelift and all new equipment? I aim to fix the face of my own company and your people are making it a little difficult for me to proceed with these developments because once again I have to be dragged into your station. It's delaying everything, and I have a business to run." Mr. Larney retorted defensively. "I have nothing to do with any of this. I only showed up to the party." He added.

"How did you acquire Freddy's? You said you inherited it?" He asked as he began writing information down in his notebook.

"It was a business contract I had with a higher-up in Corporate from Fazbear Entertainment."

"What kind of business contract?" The Lieutenant asked. It was as if Mr. Larney already knew he would need to present the official document as proof. He pulled it out from the inside of his jacket pocket and handed it over. Bill was a man who was always prepared, and he always kept his contract in tote for reasons such as this one. The Lieutenant glanced over the nine-page contract which had been officially notarized and stamped.

"Essentially, it stated that if anything happened to the current owner or that they could no longer perform their duties at Freddy's, I would be granted the establishment." Bill Larney answered.

"Who was the owner before you?" He asked handing the legal document back to him. Bill placed it back in his coat pocket.

"William Afton, of course!" Bill replied.

"So, am I to assume Fazbear Entertainment had that particular restaurant already under their radar?"

"That is correct. They heard the news. They knew what happened. I came in to save it some face, so they didn't go completely under."

"How many restaurants are there?"

"Two that I know of. Corporate's talking about franchising it out and making many more across the states to compete with Chuck E. Cheese's."

"How do you think the victims died Bill?"

"They hanged themselves obviously."

"Greg said the victims weren't suicidal and his cameras were fully functional." The Lieutenant stated. "And there were no blackouts anyone recalled the past week. Even if they were, I'm sure a place like that would have a back-up generator for their cameras and equipment. What do you think happened?" He asked curiously.

"Seems like Greg doesn't know his employees as well as he thinks. Regarding the camera systems there, it sounds like someone within their own organization was tampering with their cameras or there was system failure. They said they didn't have a maintenance person for that." Bill pointed out.

"But any of their own employees would be more than qualified to do maintenance in their own building." The Lieutenant observed aloud.

"Mr. Greg doesn't let them. According to him, that's a completely separate department and a permanent job position. Employees aren't allowed to step-up from their current positions to work on their own buildings' maintenance issues. His employees are basically temp workers and it's a different pay rate, that's why... Look, you guys drilled my security guard, why don't you interrogate theirs? Or any of their night staff for that matter?" Bill insisted, growing more impatient. They discussed a few more things before they wrapped up their interrogation procedures. Another officer escorted Mr. Larney out and apologized for the inconvenience.

"Likewise." Bill retorted unenthusiastically before eagerly getting into his car on the dimly lit street and driving off.

"Great, I'm trapped in here for the night." Farrah exclaimed more to herself than to Foxy, who was just standing there watching her nervously pace back and forth. She could feel herself growing tired as the minutes grew longer and longer. She hadn't been sure if the cameras were turned back on. Security and upper management would wind up seeing her van parked outside if they reviewed those tapes and she was certain they would, now that it was a crime scene. Then they would know that she never left. Greg and Lance would catch on that she overheard their conversation when they were standing outside her door. Then what? How was she going to explain that if she was ever confronted? If her life was in danger, then that would just speed up the inevitable. I need to think of an elaborate lie in case I'm called out, she thought to herself as she found a spot on the floor to lay down and rest. Maybe I can say I left with someone? After all, the parking lot was crowded. There would have been no way for her to get out in the van anyway. It did take a while for everyone to leave when they were allowed.

She grabbed her knapsack close by to use as a makeshift pillow and set her alarm on her phone. Maybe I'll take a little nap before work, she thought. That would give her a few hours. Hopefully, no one would notice that she would be wearing the same clothes as the night before. She was definitely going to be exhausted the next work day and it wasn't like she could call off. Farrah could feel her eyes grow heavier and heavier and was slowly drifting in and out of sleep until she was finally out.

Foxy stood in the corner observing her for a short while, processing this situation to himself. It was about 2 am before he decided to stroll up to the security guard's office on the second floor. He peered around every corner and stayed in the shadows while surveying the area. The guard's office was at the right end of the hall and all he could see was the blue light being cast under the door. The cameras must have been back in working order. Foxy pressed his back against the wall and went to the opposite side of the guard's office before tapping lightly on the wooden six-paneled door. He waited a minute but didn't hear anything from inside. He tapped three time once more, figuring he had a plan for both possible scenarios. Again, no sound within the guard's office. The crafty fox peered through the keyhole, but the guard didn't appear to be inside, so he tried the door handle. Surprisingly, it was unlocked. The guard must have forgot to lock it before leaving in all the chaos earlier.

The setup was clearly more impressive than what they had back at Freddy's, despite not having an electric metal iron door to the office. This office had nine monitors overseeing the location, recording hallways, break rooms, entrances and exits and even the parking lot. There was a large streamlined console at the base of all the monitors with several buttons, keys, levers and a computer monitor. Curiosity got the better of him, so Foxy decided to play around with various keystrokes and levers until he could figure out how some of it operated. He was in the office for a substantial amount of time, figuring out how to erase certain 'evidence' being recorded that night and turning off the alarm system. When he was done, he shut the camera systems off and grabbed a set of keys from the desk before making his exit.

He headed back down to where Farrah was and casually strolled back inside her workstation, feeling a sense of accomplishment and pride. He sat down at the desk and glanced over at his technician who was sound asleep on the floor, now cuddling her little Foxy plushie tight in her left arm. He couldn't help but feel a sense of… What was it he was feeling? It was like happiness. (Flattery wasn't a term that was programmed into his system.) This would have been the first time ever that anyone was comfortable sleeping in the same room with robot such as himself. What a brave little lass he thought to himself glancing around the room. It was also the first time he didn't feel compelled to lead someone to their demise. It was a strange feeling unbeknownst to him. Foxy glanced back down at this vulnerable, sleeping person who appeared to be having a bad dream and seemed to be shivering. It must have been drafty in the building after hours. He didn't possess the sense of touch so couldn't really tell what temperature it was.

He grabbed her jacket from the back of the chair he was sitting on and was about to place it over her when he noticed something strange on her left side. It looked like her shirt was torn in several places and it was discolored and soaked with something. He laid the jacket down on the floor and bent down to closer look. He gently placed his left hand on her side and pulled up the torn shirt. It was blood. He could see that she had been bleeding in several places. He glanced over to see that there was blood on her hook-hand. She hurts herself in her sleep, he confirmed. He stood up and glanced around for anything he could use to stop the bleeding. When he couldn't find anything, he left the room to find a first aid kit.

He returned moments later, with a red and white box of medical equipment and a cork he had found from an empty liquor bottle from the party. He perused through the first aid kit trying to find some gauze and medical tape. He patched her up the best he could with one hand and wiped the blood off her hook by placing the cork at the end of it. He noticed she was still shivering, so he pulled the jacket over her and laid down next to her, pondering. It was interesting to him how he had so much in common with someone who wasn't even mechanical in nature, yet still be so different. Dark thoughts started to enter his mind but not the kind he was used to, these were new. They were of a sexual nature and he tried to push them as far from his mind as possible. He couldn't help but feel slightly attracted to this human in that brief moment but he knew it could never be and he felt disappointment wash over him. Dashing his fantasy. He scolded himself for his perverted thoughts and decided to let her sleep until 5 am before waking her up. He poked his nose into her cheek to stir her awake.

"What is it?" She asked in a groggy voice. She seen him motion for the door in the dark.

"Follow me." The mechanical fox urged. She begrudgingly grabbed up her things and put her jacket on before following him out. He led her to the exit.

"But it's locked." She began, until he held up the keys. "What about the alarm and the cameras?" She insisted.

"I turned those booby traps off. Yer free ta go… but not fer-ever." He tried to say playfully.

"You cleverly awesome fox… Thank you." She said impressed but still slightly groggy as he unlocked the door with the keys for her.

"When will I be seein' ya again?"

"Friday, I promise. They'll be getting ready to ship you back to Freddy's later today. There's really no need for me to be here for that. I need the day to rest up." She was about to turn and leave until she gave it a second thought and gave Foxy a big hug. It caught him off guard but returned the gesture.

"Now go on. Be gone with ye." He instructed as she gave him a quaint smile before she hopped in her van and drove off. She has gold teeth like me, he thought. He could feel himself beaming as he re-locked the door. If he had face muscles and flesh, he was certain he would be smiling too, and it would be one of the biggest smiles ever. Did I just do a good deed? This feeling was new, and it felt kind of good to do something different for a change. Maybe that technician brought the best out in him. He didn't know but it was going on 5:45 am. He needed to return the keys to the guards' office and retreat back to Farrah's workstation before six in the morning.