Five Nights at Freddys: Agent Lloyd
Chapter 1: Hurricane, Utah
Freddy Fazbears Pizza, where fantasy and fun come to life…
"Yeah, sure…" Jeremy thought as he walked down to the server room. He'd just gotten back from dealing with an unruly customer, and it had taken him nearly forty minutes. As the day shift guard, he knew it was to be expected, but sometimes people could be so… immature.
When he had returned to the office, he noticed cameras had gone offline, no big deal, it happened all of the time, but after the footage refused to come on for longer than normal, he decided a trek down to the server room would be a good idea. After all, security was important, and despite him not being the on sight technician, he was sure he could figure out how to fix a few measly cameras.
As the cries of happy children echoed through the building, he slipped into the server room, passing by the many consoles, servers and other electronic pieces that he had no clue how they worked. It didn't matter anyways, as he stepped up to the small desk hidden away in the back corner of the room.
This was where the on sight technician, a man by the name of Fritz, worked. It was also where the security footage was recorded, via a small tape. Fritz, surprisingly, was nowhere to be seen, something that struck him as a little odd.
"Great, just great… Have to do this myself then." He mumbled to himself, before leaning over the desk, and casting his gaze onto the large, box like computer. A small flashing light on the screen caught his attention, right next to the security software option. 'Error'.
"Error?" Jeremy repeated in his mind a few times before looking up at the tape box. Each morning, the day guard was supposed to eject the previous days tape and store it away, then put another vhs in for the day, and Jeremy had done that when he came in earlier. However, the recorder was now empty, making a noise every so often as if it were searching for the lost tape so it could record.
As for the tape, as far as Jeremy could see, was nowhere to be seen. Still, a missing tape wouldn't cause the entire security system to go offline, at least Jeremy didn't think so. It should've still been functioning even without the recording going. No, he knew that wouldn't be the case.
He cast his gaze to the wires connected to the tape box, and followed them up the wall where they went to the ceiling and towards the office, and noticed with alarm that the wires had been cut. Halfway up the wall, just high enough for someone to reach while standing on the ground. The first thoughts from his mind were a feeble 'oh no,' then a race to figure out who would have done something like this.
Without another word nor thought, Jeremy rushed out of the server room, towards the lobby, past the screaming children and the Fazbear band performing on the stage. Jen stood at the counter, taking the orders of a small family of three as he rushed in.
"Jennifer, have you seen Fritz? He's not in the server room!"
She looked puzzled for moment, still helping the family, but her focus now on him. "Oh? Didn't he tell you? He went to lunch an hour ago with the boss to discuss some upgrades or something for the system. Why?"
Well, that explained it. He was absent when the system was cut, giving whoever it was the perfect opportunity to strike. "Ah. No, uh… no reason. Thanks."
Before she could say another word, he was rushing off, back the way he had come.
"Oh, okay…"
Jeremy rushed back towards the office, to the one room he'd seen out of place the last time he had made his rounds. On his way back to the office after dealing with the unruly customer from before, he had noticed the parts and service room door was slightly ajar, but he'd chocked it up to Fritz working on something back there. Now, however, with Fritz gone, and no other employee having a very good reason for being back there, it was the first logical step to take.
"Excuse me, Mr. security guard?" Jeremy stopped in his tracks as woman called his name. "I'm looking for my son, I can't find him anywhere." There was a hint of worry in her voice as he turned to towards her. A woman who looked to be in her late twenties, early thirties with chestnut brown hair stood a few feet away from him. She was clutching her purse and nervously picking at its fabric.
"Your son is missing? What's his name ma'am?"
"Gabriel, Gabriel Witiker. He was here not more than an hour ago, and he asked to go play in the arcade. I gave him a few coins to use while I watched his younger sister, but when I went to go look for him, he wasn't there." She looked down at the floor. "I'm just so worried…"
Jeremy walked up to her, and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Hey, hey… Ms. Whitiker, I'm sure your son is fine. I'll keep an eye out for him while I make my rounds. Who knows, he may have just went to the restroom."
She smiled, and grasped his hand, squeezing it lightly. "Thank you."
"Not a problem Ms. If I see him, I'll bring him back to you right away." Without another word, he turned and briskly walked away, continuing towards the parts and service room, passing by the office on his way there. Just like he had seen before, the door was left slightly ajar, just enough to see a small sliver of the room as the light from the hall shown a thin beam inside.
Reaching to his side, Jeremy grabbed his night stick, and slowly creeped towards the door, his footsteps soft as he held the weapon in a shaky hand, other hand slowly reaching towards the door. He paused, his hand hovering just over the metal door, an audible gulp coming from him as he suddenly pushed his hand forwards, throwing the door open and casting light into the room.
"Fazbear Security! Who's in here?" He called out, taking a step into the room. As he cast his gaze across the room, his eyes widened, and his hand shook uncontrollably as he dropped the night stick. "Oh my god."
For only a moment, the horrific scene spread out before him, a bloody mess, before he slammed the door shut before doubling over and puking on the ground.
"Oh god… I need to call the boss…"
[Change Scene]
"Cheryl, It's six twenty pm, June twenty sixth. I am now entering the town of Hurricane, its not far from the Arizona state line, and boy, I have never seen so much open space in one place. It really puts the big city into perspective. Stopped for lunch at diner just on the state border, ten dollars and twelve cents, some of the blandest food I've ever eaten, nothing like the food up in Washington State."
The young fox paused, holding a tape recorder in her left hand as she drove down the highway.
"I'll be meeting up with a, uh… Sheriff Harrison Kenneth, he'll be up at the, um… Frankbears pizza or whatever the place was named, where we'll be looking at the scene of the crime. Five dead kids stuffed into animatronic suits, that's not something you hear every day in the Bureau, is it? Afterwards, I'll be checking into a hotel, hopefully someone can suggest a good place, clean and reasonably priced. That's what I need."
As she drove down the highway, she paused to glance out the window at a sign. 'Now entering Hurricane, Utah. Population: 3500. She smiled before continuing.
"Oh, Cheryl, you've got to remind me to take home some of this soil back with me, I've got to get Utah into my collection..."
As she pulled up to the address given, the first she noticed was the large, neon sign just above the entrance doors. 'Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria.'
"Freddy Fazbears, huh. Guess I was close with Frankbears then."
The next thing she noticed was the large crowd outside the entrance, made up of what she assumed to be customers. As she stepped out her car, she could hear yelling, children crying, shouting, as multiple people spoke at once, as officers stood posted outside the doors, keeping anyone trying to get in at bay.
"Everyone, stand back! This is official police business. Stand back!" As she made her way through the crowd of angry people, she could hear one of the officers yelling. "This is a crime scene, no civilians allowed inside!"
She pushed her way to the front, and reached into her overcoat. "Excuse me, officers!" She called out, as the one shouting orders stopped to look at her. The angry crowd seemed to quiet down as she grabbed out her id, watching in hushed whispers as she held it up for the officer to see. "Federal Bureau of Investigations, Special Agent Fuchsia Lloyd."
The officer looked her over, then chuckled. "FBI, huh? Well, the sheriff ain't requesting any help from FBI agents, so why don't you head on home little missy." The other officer chuckled as well, earning a smile from his colleague.
Agent Lloyd lowered her badge, giving him an unamused look. "Listen, officer, I don't need permission from your sheriff to enter a crime scene that is now under federal jurisdiction. So why don't you move aside and let me through?"
He looked at his friend, then back at her, before giving another low chuckle. "And what if I don't, missy?"
She rolled her eyes, letting out a quick sigh before she quickly shot her hand out and grabbed him by the nose, twisting it as she heard a few gasps from the crowd. He cried out in alarm and pain as she easily brought him to the ground. As she let go, the officer held his nose, swearing. "Now, gentlemen, if there is no more problems from you, I'll be going now."
Stepping past the two officer and into the building, she could hear the crowd start yelling again, with the other officer now barking orders being as his friend was out of action for the moment. She passed by a few employees, being guarded by another officer, who simply pointed her in the direction of the crime scene, apparently he knew her jurisdiction.
Following the signs on the wall, she went down the hallway towards the parts and service room, the location of where the crime was first reported. The sound of voices ensured her she was going in the right direction, and as she rounded the corner she saw the source.
Multiple police officers mangled outside the room, talking to a young man with blonde hair, looking to be in his early twenties.
"And then I opened the door to find this. I shut the door, and called my boss, who then called you guys." The young mans voice was nervous, shaky, scared, it was clear he was having a hard time. A she walked closer, the police officers and the young man turned to look at her.
"Gentlemen. Federal Bureau of Investigations, Special Agent Fuchsia Lloyd." She flashed the badge at them as she walked up, peering around the door and into the room. From what she could see, it was a horrific scene.
"Ah, agent Lloyd, we've been expecting you. Not that we need your help, in fact, don't much mind you stepping on my jurisdiction here." One of the police officers, who she assumed to be the sheriff, stepped forward and held out a hand.
"Sheriff Kenneth, I presume? Nevermind yours or mine jurisdiction here, what really matters is that five children were murdered? Is that not true?"
"Well, yes, of course, but-"
She cut him off, holding up a hand as she pushed passed him. "Then I'll just take a look at the crime scene here. It's time for the Bureau to get to work."
As she stepped inside, she looked around at the horrific scene displayed before her, not touched by any of the officers as of yet. Blood splatters all over the walls and floors, all over the shelves and the spare animatronic heads. Against the far wall, five animatronic suits, spares she presumed, and inside them, stuffed poorly, messily, gruesomely, were the bodies of children. Bloody limbs stuck out, hair, bones, the whole works.
"Dear gods…" She mumbled, taking in the scene slowly. However, what caught her eye was, on the wall above the mess made of the suits, written in blood, was the letter F.
"F… could it be…?" She stared at the letter, and let her mind race.
[End Chapter]
AN: This story takes place in an alternate timeline, in the year 1997, where the animatronics are not possessed, and are instead advanced A.I.
As for where the Animatronics were in this chapter? Not appearing yet, as I didn't want to make this first chapter ungodly long. They will appear.
Thank you for reading this story by Lavender Kathryn White