Plants vs. Zombies
- READY FOR FREDDY -
Disclaimer: I do not own Plants vs. Zombies or Five Nights at Freddy's. Plants vs. Zombies belong to George Fan, the comic characters owned by Paul Tobin and Five Nights at Freddy's belong to Scott Cawthon.
The Plan
Following along the aged paved sidewalk, two figures came into view. One was a brown-haired boy whose hair was peaking upwards by a bit. He was wearing a red and white t-shirt, brown pants, and yellow sneakers and was busy looking at his cellphone. Another beside him was an orange-haired girl with a shortened hairstyle. She wears a tee top with blue on the top and white below. She also has tan-colored pants up to her knees with red leggings going downwards to her blue slip-on shoes. Following behind the two kids were walking, living plants. They were the Peashooters, Sunflowers, Chompers, and others. The plants themselves were protectors of the town, preventing those who posed a risk to the town of Neighborville and following the commands under the two kids. The brown-haired boy's phone suddenly buzzed, he then pressed on notifications and showed the most recent:
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He stopped in his tracks and pressed on the notifications, in which the screen switched to a video that's about to play. The orange-haired girl and the rest of the Plants noticed that he stopped, and decided to peer over his phone. The video started with a bright colorful background and a man at the center of the screen.
"That's right! With the Fazbear Funtime Service, you'll never be alone again."
The man disappeared and was replaced by a large animatronic bear with a top hat and a bowtie at his chest, above a logo labeled: Fazbear Funtime Service. Then, the man was back again above another label: It's Guaranteed.
"It's guaranteed, with our exclusive animatronic's,"
The man has moved aside as a variety of animatronics were showcased, from a bear, a bunny, a chicken, and a fox.
"you'll always have someone watching over your back..."
Switching back to the man, who was now accompanied by the animatronics.
"They'll provide you with hours of fun, fun, fun entertainment, and companionship! You can't hide from the future of FUN! Our special delivery will make you JUMP from excitement!"
The man was then covered behind a logo that reads: Special Delivery.
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Just as the announcer finished, the screen seemed to glitch just before the video ended. The two look at each other in confusion.
"What was that all about, Nate?", the orange-haired girl asked.
Nate looks away from his cellphone and replies, "I dunno, Patrice, maybe something is bugged on the phone or something."
It's been almost months since both Patrice, Nate, and the army of Plants fended off one of Zomboss's most recent plans over capturing the town, since then, they haven't seen any activity from the zombies. It all started back in 2016, when Nate and Patrice her uncle, Crazy Dave, defended Neighborville from Zomboss's first-ever assault against their Plant army resistance. Ever since then, they've become heroes of Neighborville, repelling and managing to foil Zomboss's total domination over the town. Just before they were about to continue their stroll down the sidewalk, two trucks passed and turned from the main road into a dirt road, leading into the dense forest. Something was not right for Patrice...
"Wait a minute...Nate!", she yells, pointing before the first truck disappears behind the dense foliage.
Nate looked at where her finger was pointing before the last truck disappeared into the forest, he saw that one of the trailers attached to the truck was labeled: Fazbear Funtime Service.
"Where are those trucks going?", Nate asked as he put his phone away in his pocket.
Patrice analyzed the surrounding near the dirt road before pointing at a sign labeling: RESTRICTED AREA: NO ACCESS.
"Those trucks are going into a restricted area," Patrice concluded, "Although...it isn't our business to interfere..."
Before she could finish her sentence, Nate immediately rushed past her and disappeared into the dense foliage, followed by the Plants following him.
"Or just, run in there, I guess," Patrice quietly said to herself as she followed Nate.
Walking through the dense forest, they both finally came into a clearing, in which there was a drop-off in front of them. They both drop down and crawl up towards the edge of the cliff, followed by the Plants which they crouch themselves downwards to keep a low profile. Upon looking out at the edge, a large building appears, resembling an abandoned factory. At the drop-off zone of the factory, the same two trucks line up facing away from the building, in which multiple figures swarm in and carry large crates full of metallic parts. The figures themselves were not right, they shuffle and have torn Browncoats with only a disguise mask over their faces.
"What are the zombies doing here, and what's Zomboss up to now?", Patrice asks.
Nate examined where the crates were unloaded, one zombie carrying a crate full of endoskeleton heads unloaded it on a conveyor belt, which then moved upwards towards an opening inside the factory.
"Looks like Zomboss is trying to build something with those parts, but what?", Nate said pointing towards the conveyor belt full of crates.
Watching for a few more minutes, the trucks finally dispatched from the drop zone and drove out of view. Both Nate and Patrice slowly get up to their feet and walk back towards the dense foliage with the Plants following behind them.
"Let's go back to my uncle, he'll know what to do," Patrice explained.
Nate replied with a nod and they both disappeared into the dense forest, heading back towards Crazy Dave's house.
Inside Crazy Dave's house, the home of the plants, both Nate and Patrice were around a table occupied by another man sitting at the other side of the table, who was too busy practicing with his yo-yo. He has messy brown hair and a long beard, with a kitchen pot covering most of his head. Looking at his torso, he's wearing a white-collared shirt.
"Obviously, Zomboss is using those parts from a company to build something," Patrice pointed out to Nate.
"Yeah, but what for? Is he building another machine or a weapon, and why did he choose that abandoned factory?", Nate asked.
"I'm not sure Nate, but this definitely has to be one of Zomboss's plots again," Patrice replied.
Both paused for a moment to think, while the man's yo-yo started to spin out of control from his tossing.
"So what are we going to do, strike now before he has a chance to test his invention?", Nate asked again.
She holds her hand to her chin, thinking. Finally, she turns to the man, whose head is tangled in a yo-you string, "What do you think we should do Uncle Dave?"
Crazy Dave stared into nothing for a while before placing his palms into his chin, thinking. Finally, he spoke out, "Blog Fil zar gar flung," he spoke out in gibberish.
"Umm, what did he say?", Nate said, confused.
"He said that, "it might be best for us if we strike now at the factory," Patrice translated.
Nate nodded, took out a notepad, and began writing on it, "Okay, striking at the factory at… what time should we attack at?
Patrice walked away from the table and started pacing around for a couple of seconds. She then turns back to the table.
"Well, by doing it during the day, we'll run the risk of having our army exposed in pure daylight and lose the element of surprise. I say at nighttime, somewhere at 11:30 P.M."
"Okay then...nighttime...11:30 P.M," Nate said to himself as he wrote on the notepad.
Viewing outside of the window, a strange figure was hiding from behind the bushes and was stalking. Its body was in heavy disrepair, evident by the multiple tears throughout his body and wires poking out of his arms and legs, colored in darkish, faded green. At the head, a pair of tattered ears point out of the top of the head, with some parts of its right ear missing. He was analyzing their conversation from a distance, but for a while after, it turned and headed back under the thick foliage; disappearing.