FNIA - Freddy Fazbear's New Anime Convention.
Warning.
I have zero ideas what the fuck I'm writing, but ima roll with it.
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What would you do, if you needed money badly?
Would you get a normal job, and do everything like a law-abiding citizen?
Or would you break the law, doing horrid things for money.
For Michael J Fritz, it was breaking the law.
Now, Michael would never do something bad, he just lied about his skills and needed diplomas to get a certain job.
Because a certain job, paid a lot, and I mean a lot, of cash.
Which would do nicely for a college student in debt, and it should also be able to pay the rent, which was due for a long time.
Now, Michael had zero work skills.
He wasn't qualified for a lot of things, neither being a security guard at a local anime convention.
Why did an anime convention need a security guard?
Michael didn't know or care.
Now, Michael would consider himself a good liar.
And Michael was a dumbass, mind you.
Right now he's headed to the anime convention in a cab, whilst talking to his semi-good friend, Pablo.
He didn't get his last name, the man never said it.
Michael sighed, Pablo was a good guy, maybe slightly annoying, but a good guy non the less.
"Man, you should've seen her man, she was a real beauty!" Pablo said, talking about a girl he met in the local bar.
"You say that about every woman you meet, dude," Michael said back, leaning on the window looking ahead of the road.
"What can I say, man? I have various tastes." Pablo rescinded back, he did have various tastes in women, which none were good.
"Why are you even going to this anime convention man, I didn't know you were into robots." as Pablo said that, Michael jumped out of his seat giving Pablo a death glare.
"I'M NOT INTO ROBOTS YOU DUMBASS!" he screamed in mild embarrassment and disgust, also anger, there was a LOT of anger.
His cheeks also appeared to have a tinge of red on them.
"Right man, whatever you say." Pablo didn't believe him, and Michael saw that.
"I swear to whatever deity is out there Pablo! You start spreading roomer you're dead-" Pablo shut him up by hitting the breaks.
As Michael fell forward, he caught himself.
He sent a mild glare at Pablo but decided to shut up.
"Well, thanks anyway Pablo, see you later." Michael got out of the can before leaving a small tip, hopefully, he won't start spreading roomers.
As Michael looked at the place in question, it was giant.
The building looked proper, professional, unlike most of the other restaurants or stores here.
"Well, no time like the present, right?" he mumbled to himself as he headed for the main doors.
But as soon as he got close to the door, four brats pushed him out of the way, entering the restaurant.
"Jesus-" he jumped at that, obviously not expecting four kids to interrupt him.
He turned behind him, expecting to see their parents.
And there was just a woman there, presumably the mother of the children, and she looked like shit to put simply.
Heavy eyebags, messy hair, she looked like a walking corpse.
"Err- ma'am?" he said in a questioning tone.
She looked him in the eyes, before sluggishly walking past him, muttering a sorry.
Michael just looked at the woman with pity, before shaking his head and entering.
And much like the job position in the papers said, the place was brimming with life.
Children everywhere, some yelling, some eating, and all looking happy.
He chuckled at that, it was sorta endearing.
Michael took a look at the stage, where the four main animatronics stood.
Michael wheezed in shock.
"w-what." was all he could say.
How is this child-friendly? In the convention's defense, the place was for ALL ages.
He rubbed his eyes, right, all ages.
The first one was the rabbit, her face was cute, with those fluffy looking ears, red shorts-?
And a red bra, with a very curvy figure, and err- huge lemons? And most importantly, a red bow tie.
The other, a bear, wore white shorts, with a white t-shirt that semi-exposed her breasts, she also had cute little bear ears, and a black bow tie.
And the other was something, but she wore pink shorts, and a white bib which somehow covered her giant breasts, it also said 'LET'S EAT'.
Michael kept staring dead ahead at them, contemplating the life choices that led him here.
But was interrupted by a tall man, who presumably worked here.
"Hey there, I noticed you weren't ordering, can I help you with something?" he asked in a gruff tone, as Michael quickly responded.
"Yeah, I'm here for the security guard position?" Michael asked the man, looking down at his badge that said 'Manager.'
Oh, oh shit.
"Ah, of course, follow me to my office." the man started to lead him to his office, Michael took one last look at the animatronics, as they all seemed to be looking at him, strange.
As the manager unlocked the door and entered, he closed it and took a seat at his desk with a heavy click.
"Well kid, sit down will ya?" he asked, as Michael quickly and quietly sat down.
He took out some papers, as he started questioning.
"The first question, do you know why we don't have a nightguard?" he asked in a slow tone.
"No sir, yesterday was my first time hearing about this place," Michael responded quickly, which was kinda a lie, he's heard about it before, but it never stayed too long in his head.
"Too put it simply, he died." the manager said nonchalantly, which didn't ease Michael one
Bit.
"Haha- what." Michael was not too excited about hearing the last guard died, and they probably had experience, and proper education to guard!
"Yeah, I can't go further into detail, not until you sign the contract, but that'll come later." he coughed into his fist, before counting.
"Do you wish to continue this interview, not that you know the last guard died here?" he questioned Michael, and though he knew what he was going to say.
Michael contemplated, he could actually get a job, a job he's not qualified for, but still a job.
There's also a chance he might die, which isn't good, but he really needed the money.
"Yeah, I'll continue the interview." the man wasn't expecting that but continued anyway.
"Are you sure? Even after hearing that someone died here, that doesn't make you want to reconsider?" Michael simply shook his head.
"no, not really." Michael carefully responded, still pondering.
"I should also mention the animatronics killed those nightguards." he then said out of nowhere, which freaked out Michael slightly.
He then leaned on the desk, both elbows on it, as he rested his head on his hands.
"I'm sorry, but did you just say those 4 robots, killed MULTIPLE security guards?" if this was a joke, he wasn't laughing.
Before the manager could respond, Michael said.
"And how could they even kill someone?" the way Michael said that left no room for not answering.
But the manager didn't take that as a threat, and simply explained what happened.
"Well, it's more like the previous night guards were very perverted, and tried to do things to the animatronics that they shouldn't have, and the animatronics didn't like that one bit," he then continued.
"You aren't into robots, are you?" Michaels brow twitched, but he decided to contain himself, for the sake of the job.
"I'm not gonna try and stick my dick into a walking toaster if that's what you're asking." Michael obviously didn't find that amusing, and the manager noticed that.
"Also," he didn't let the manager speak.
"You said the robots didn't like what they tried, are you saying the robots are sentient?" he asks in mild amusement, Michael thought the manager miss spoke.
"Yeah," the manager began, expecting Michael to interrupt him again, but he didn't.
"Fazbear entertainment was able to develop animatronics with actual sentience, they mostly did they so they could fend, or scare off any thieves and perverted nightguards, it's also very useful for when they have a show, improv and all that." as he finished, Michael was still slightly not believing in that, but decided to keep his mouth shut.
"..okay, that's good to know." Michael's voice wasn't very convincing, not that the manager cared.
"Quick question, what's the pay like?" the question Michael was saving for the end, the pay.
"Well, due to the risk, the company is willing to pay a higher amount than the normal salary than for a usual nightguard," he paused, quickly looking through some papers.
"Ah, It's an annual salary of...35,000," he said with a smile before he looked at Michael's face which was pale, and unmoving.
"You good there, kid?" he asked in slight worry.
But Michael smiled, which was unnerving to witness.
"Just peachy, sir," he responds in a cheery tone.
"But you will have to show me you're legal documents that prove to me that you're qualified for the job," he said as he extended his left arm.
"Right, here." he took out a crumpy piece of paper that was stuffed into his back pocket.
The manager unfolded it, quickly skimming over it.
"Well, everything is in order…" he squinted at something, which worried Michael that his plans were busted.
The manager put his hand on Michael's shoulder, looking him in the eyes.
"You're hired, you're shift starts tonight at midnight sharp," Michael exhaled a breath, which he was holding in.
"But there's some stuff I have to show you before you start." the manager got up from his seat before he headed out of his office to the main area.
Michael followed in suit.
The manager was standing outside his office, watching the animatronics.
"Currently only five animatronics are activated, due to the convention being recently opened." Michael followed the manager's gaze, which settled on the animatronics.
"I assume the other two are stationed somewhere else?" Michael asked the obvious.
"Correct, you see those on the main stage? their names are bonnie, Freddy, and chica, remember them." Michael then frantically nodded.
"The other two are stationed in you're office," the manager said that as if he didn't see a problem with that.
"That sounds like a bad idea, with the previous events and all." Michaels worries didn't fall of deaf ears as he expected.
"Those two are practically harmless, they could fit in you're palm, so you have nothing to worry about." Michaels worries weren't put at ease, but it did feel better knowing they were that small.
Michael nodded, then asked.
"Could we go to my office then? I'd like to take a look at it before I leave." the manager nodded in acceptance as he began walking to the office.
As they passed a few hallways which were littered with kids, but Michael's office was empty, but disgusting at the same time.
It was filled with references, posters of the girls and other unknown ones, a mug, which he'll never use, actual body pillows, and a keyblade.
There were also too small plushies sleeping on the desk, which were probably the other two animatronics, which looked like build-a-bear knockoffs.
"Those them?" he asked as he turned to the manager, who nodded.
"The blue bear is called 'Helpy', she's meant to assist you, we don't know how she'll perform until she activates tonight." he then turned to the other one.
"The pink one, 'Bonnet', she was build to keep Helpy company." the manager then looked at me.
"They seem to be as human as you and me kid, the only difference is that, well, they're not." he finished, as Michael nodded.
"Fair enough, I'd go insane being stuck in the same room alone," Michael responded.
The manager remembered something,
"I should also mention the big door, that's the supply room." Michael turned to the big door in question, looking at it in confusion.
"supply room?" he looked back at the manager, waiting for an answer.
"I just said that, anyways, due to the fates of the other nightguards, the company decided to give the nightguards more defense options if anything got out of hand." Michael looked back at the room, if anything got out of hand you say? Well, I'll be sure to use that.
"Yeah, that makes sense." he looked back at the manager.
"There's a taser and a metal baton to fend off any threats, such as intruders or any of the animatronics." Michael could probably win a fight against a thief, but a metal behemoth? No thank you.
"Nice, but, you said they were like humans, and I don't think they'd feel all that safe with me walking around with weapons." he didn't want to piss off the walking hunk of metal that could easily crush his spine.
"They could crush you with or without weapons, kid." the manager said in a deadpanned tone.
"Fair enough." Michael was definitely going carry them around, he'll feel a little safer like that.
The manager looked at the left hallway.
"Those hallways lead to different parts of the restaurant, but you don't have to worry about most of the rooms tonight as the only activated animatronics are on the stage or here," Michael then spoke.
"And when will the rest be activated?" the manager turned to him as he spoke.
"Only a few a night, as they're still being set up, I'd say it should give you time to get used to things before there's any real danger." Michael nodded, that should give him time, he's a quick learner after all.
"Also," the manager's voice grew wary.
"I'd suggest you stay away from the broken animatronics, they're extremely dangerous, they're in the storage room which is also locked, so you don't have much to worry about." he finished, his wary tone disappearing.
"Understood, I'll stay clear of that area, sir." Michaels tone was slowly starting to turn professional
He spoke again,
"I'm starting tonight, aren't I?" he said in a slightly whiny tone, he didn't even bring coffee.
"Yep, but you're job is more like keeping those animatronics under control, they really don't need defense since they're walking scrap metal that can crush a normal person." Michael's thoughts weren't helped with that, this man did not hold back.
"And just treat them with respect and they probably won't kill you." Michael looked the man straight in the eyes with zero amusement.
He awkwardly chuckled, before turning to leave,
"Also, take this." the man threw what appeared to be a security guard uniform that was purple.
"Change into that, and you can do it here since no one is there to see you." the manager walked out, living him there standing.
"Well, might as well change quickly," he quickly took off his clothes, neatly folding them over the chair, as he quickly changed into the uniform after a slight struggle.
"Well, I don't look half bad." he examined his body, liking the uniform.
He then put on the purple cap, adjusting it.
He then looked around awkwardly, before sitting on the chair next to his desk.
Michael then leaned back, putting his legs on the desk, being careful to avoid Helpy and Bonnet.
Might as well sleep a little until my shift starts, Michael thought.
Also, he probably won't get caught for illegally acquiring fake government papers that stated he was qualified for being a security guard, will he?
Notes.
Well, this is certainly an interesting thing I've written, I'd say expect more, but I think you all know how that goes.