A/N: Hey! This was originally a one-shot, but as rebecca-in-blue kindly pointed out, over 4k is kinda long for a oneshot. So I'm separating it!
In the dark halls of the pizzeria, which had been closed for hours, Martin stood.
Martin was used to it. He hadn't left here for weeks. Before, in the other building, it was the same story.
In the beginning, when Charlotte had first put him back together, he'd been terrified to spend all day and all night in a place like this, without Mommy or Daddy or even Phil. He hadn't been able to stop laughing. Sometimes, when his fear didn't make him forget everything around him and didn't blind him, bind him, eat him from the inside, he would try not to laugh.
He tried not to laugh because laughing was what you did when you were having a good time.
Screaming was what you did when you were scared.
But when he tried to scream, the only thing that came out was a laugh.
But it was better than being broken. When he'd been broken, his skull had felt like it was made of lava. Now, he couldn't feel his head at all...
Martin had taken one look at himself and was very sure that if he could feel his face, he would have been exhausted from perpetually grinning.
Security Guard Jeremy Fitzgerald clicked on his flashlight to peer down the hall leading into his office and grimaced when it didn't work.
That meant that something was coming.
There were ten animatronics in Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, (eleven if he hadn't been hallucinating that one time) and if one Them was getting closer, then that practically guaranteed that eight of those other nine would soon be on the move as well.
It was slightly wrong to say that the approach of an animatronic totally disabled his flashlight-if Jeremy squinted, he could make out the beam, but it was just a faint yellow glow, and instead of going right where Jeremy pointed it (the way it was supposed to!) it veered and slightly illuminated a stack of black boxes (Jeremy guessed some sort of technical equipment) in the top left corner of his office.
Jeremy scowled at the flashlight's pitiful output. It might as well have not produced any light in this state, with all the good it did him. And if the instructor on the phone was anything to go by…
Ah! The flashlight righted itself and properly illuminated the entirety of the hallway to the front of Jeremy's room. Sure enough, a plump brown bear humanoid was peering at him.
Its large blue eyes were half hooded, and its rosy cheeks and its open mouth gave the impression that it was smiling at him.
But Jeremy knew better.
Jeremy knew that if he saw that bear, or any of the others, in his hallway, or in one of the vents leading into his office, he was in big trouble.
Because if one was out there, then the other nine (ten?) were.
Not today, Freddy. Jeremy thought grimly.