NOTE
This is the second half of the night, following the previous chapter.
Also, chapters beyond this point aren't going to be night-after-night necessarily. No more than a few days will pass (in the story, I mean) between chapters, and relationships and characters will continue to develop, I'm just smoothing into making this story what I really intended it to be: A collection of interesting events during some of the nights at the Pizzaplex. No two chapters will necessarily be following the same exact plot as the previous one, but pieces of plot that will take weeks to develop will obviously continue to grow as each night passes. Each chapter will be chronological though, obviously.
As lighthearted as I tend to like the interactions, there will be darker ones, I'm sure. But just like the lighthearted ones, they typically won't last more than a night or two.
Anyway
NEW NOTES
So!
I rewrote Roxanne's portion of the second chapter, and I cannot stress enough, I recommend you check it out. Frankly, I used to really hate it, but now I think it's way better than it was before, and is actually worth reading. After doing that, I realized I also want to redo Roxanne's portion of the next chapter, since I changed Roxanne's personality a little to fit what I was envisioning. I have way more detailed notes in those chapters, so if you want any more details, please, please, PLEASE go check it out.
Also! Rewriting that part and my desire to rewrite the other part are not first priority! I have two chapters that are very close to being done, so I promise that, even though I express interest in rewriting old parts of the story, it is not taking away from me writing new parts of the story, so expect more coming up very soon!
Enjoy.
I found Trudge and Trudge 2 in the auditorium. The auditorium doesn't have very much for you to do besides walk to different areas, so I'm not certain what they were doing before I got here, but nothing appears broken, and they seem content where they are.
I was planning to head to the auditorium, then use the cameras/motion detectors to find out whether Trudge or Monty was closer, but I guess I got to skip that step.
Right now, we're all sitting on a ledge near the center of the auditorium. Trudge is snackin' on some leftover nachos that didn't sell out at el' Chips. Trudge certainly likes his nachos.
"Not enough food for the both of you?" I think out loud.
"There was! Chica just didn't want any." Trudge responds defensively with a mouth full of cheese.
Chica nods in agreement.
"Didn't want any?"
"I'm not hungry right now. I'm waiting for Trudge to finish so we can go exercise!" Chica explains, holding in her excitement.
"Interesting way to pass time.."
"I told Trudge he needs to exercise if he's eating this much!"
Trudge grumbles through the chips in his mouth, now notably taking more time to enjoy his food. Doesn't look like Trudge is completely in on this idea.
I suppose it would be good for him, since he orders an abhorrent amount of nachos every other day. Now that I think about it, I don't even think Chica likes nachos. Well, she isn't hungry right now anyway, so it's not like it matters all that much.
Actually, that reminds me of something.. Hatching a plan.. Hmm..
"Hey Chica."
"Mhm?"
"You know where the office that I like to hang out in is?"
"I think so.."
I don't think she does.
It's the one closest to the corridor with your rooms in it.
"Oh yeah! What about it?"
"I just remembered something I needed to do with my laptop. You're faster than me, do you think you can run and grab it real quick? Before Trudge finishes his food?"
"Yeah!" She hops from her spot, doing a couple unnecessary stretches.
"It shoud be sitting in the middle of the desk, please don't break it when you're running back over." I half-tease, though there's still the thought creeping in the back of my head that the possibility of her tripping and breaking it is very real.
She takes off, and leaves Trudge and I alone.
Now that I have the time to think about it, this probably wasn't the best thing to have her go get for a variety of reasons. One very prominent one, that I'll get to later.
Anyway, now to talk to Trudge about something that's been on my mind.
"Hey."
"Yeph?"
"Finish chewing first."
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
"OK, I'm done."
Jesus.
"I wanted to tell you about something that happened earlier today with Chica."
Suddenly, Trudge looks at me with a bit more seriousness than I'm used to. I think I might be phrasing it in a way that makes it seem more important than it actually is.
"Back before my shift started, I ran into chica on the way downstairs to the kitchen."
"Huh. What was she doin' down there?"
"She didn't really tell me. I think I have an idea though. I think she was eating something."
"There's stuff down there to eat?"
"Not really, nothing prepared. I thought maybe she was putting together some sloppy, raw pizza."
"Well that's no good.." Trudge takes a break from his nachos.
"Yeah, I just wanted to let you know, and to ask you to check on her if she's down there one of these days. If we can confirm that she's going down there to eat, we can convince her to let one of us make something that's actually ready to be eaten."
Trudge nods enthusiastically.
"You didn't ask Chica what she was doing down there? You coulda told her we can cook something!"
"I did ask, but she avoided the question. She seems self conscious about being 'weird', so I don't know if she'll just plain tell us if we ask. Plus I get the feeling we'd make her uncomfortable if we did try to confront her, and she wasn't actually eating down there."
"Mmm.. I gotcha.."
Counting the amount of pings from my watch's motion detector, I feel like I can safely assume Chica's on her way back.
"...Chica thinks she's weird?" Trudge asks after a huge delay. This man is going to be the death of me.
"A little. I told her we're all weird."
"Good answer!"
"Thanks."
I hear a couple doors slide open, and footsteps rapidly approaching the two of us. Trudge shoves a handful of nachos in his mouth to make it seem like he hasn't been slacking off in getting them finished.
"I found it!" Chica proudly emerges from the pillars, and continues to sprint towards us. I think she ran as fast as she could the entire way. That's pretty impressive, if I'm being honest. She doesn't even appear that winded.
She makes it over, and places the laptop on my lap, open.
"Did I leave the laptop open?"
"Yeah, it's ok though! I didn't close it!"
"I.. Uh, thanks.."
"Whacha gonna do on it?" Chica happily plops between Trudge and I.
"Just, change a few things in its settings.." I'm creating lies on the spot, obviously. Usually I'm better at it than this, but it's not hard to convince either of these two about anything.
The reason I was starting to regret sending Chica after my laptop is because I've been working on something personal the last couple days. Personal as in I intend to take the information on it to the death.
I'm writing a summary of events following the entire history of me, my father, my family, and all of the Freddy's locations and offshoots.
It's not a good idea, to be frank. I don't want anyone else to know about what happened, and desperately want to take the knowledge to the grave for it to die forever, but.. It's a lot of cursed information to hold in one person's brain, y'know? I'm not sharing the document with anyone or anything, but I've felt the need to 'talk' about the events of the past, even if who I'm 'talking' to is a blank page of a word document.
I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to share this story with anybody, but who knows what would happen if I did. What if they take inspiration, or share it with someone else. I don't know, I don't think anything would really become of it, but I feel some comfort in knowing that I'm the only person on the planet with the knowledge of what happened.
"You ok?" I hear Trudge speak, thankfully after chewing his food.
"Yeah, I was just thinking."
"Penny for your thoughts?"
" 'I wonder if I left my laptop plugged in, or if it's at low battery.' " I respond
"That's not very exciting."
"My thoughts rarely are."
"You look so mysterious all the time, though! One of these days you've gotta be thinking about something cool." Chica butts in, suprisingly.
"Speaking of which, you're looking alive today!" Trudge mentions, presumably about the makeup situation.
Can't wait to have this conversation again.
It's about 4am when I actually separate from those two. Trudge finished his nachos, and I decided to stick around and see some of the exercises Chica would make him do. Talking about them doesn't do them justice, but I promise you it was entertaining enough to make me lose track of time.
I still haven't done my job tonight, now that I think about it.. I still have to talk to Monty.
Tell you what, Monty might just have to get the short end of the stick today.
I'll call him. Chances are I'll bump into him at some point during my survey, but I want to make it seem like I'm interacting with him out of free will, instead of just doing my job.
This watch is pretty handy-dandy, I must admit.. Like a multi-tool.
- ring.. -
. . .
dum dee dum dum..
- chk -
"...Hello?" I speak up, unsure of what the noise was indicating.
"Mikalike!"
"Oh you are there, hello."
"Ha! Sorry, I'm not too handy with these doodads.. I'm not really sure what button I pushed to answer this call."
"You don't use your watch much?"
"Aye, I prefer to keep people within' reaching distance, in case they piss me off during a conversation." Monty guffaws following his joke.
He calms down after a rather significant amount of time, and continues talking.
"Anyway! Whacha need from me?"
"I was just calling to say hi for a little, I've been busy talking to people all day, that I can't really afford to not be doing my job any longer. At least this way I can talk to you and do my job at the same time."
"Ah-ha!" Monty exclaims following my tangent.
"..?"
Then the call abruptly ends.
That's about as well as I thought that interaction would have gone I guess. I think I know what he's doing, actually, and it's not a bad idea.
I hear footsteps thunder towards me from behind.
Genuinely afraid I was about to be tackled, I turn around and secure my footing. I only end up looking like an idiot though, since by the time I do so, Monty was standing in front of me completely still.
"Heya Mike!" He almost yells.
"Hi, what are you-"
"You gotta get to work dontcha?"
"You want to come with?"
"Yep! And now that you're caught up- lets go!"
And then he powerwalks past me. Looks like I've got some company this time around.
"Mike, I don't like this place.."
We made it to the endoskeleton area, which is infamously creepy at night, but once you interact with one of the endoskeletons, the fear melts away pretty fast.
The eight foot tall gator is currently cowering behind me by the way, shaking violently.
"This place isn't so big, we'll be in and out, I promise."
"Mike- I reeeeally don't wanna-"
"Lets go."
"Mmmnn.." Monty mutters in disapproval.
A couple hallways in, and we've already brushed past a few of the endoskeletons. They give their polite waves, like normal, and tend to continue doing what they were doing before.
"This ain't so bad.." I hear the green gator mutter to himself. I think it's more of an attempt to psyche himself up though, instead of making an observation.
...One of the endoskeletons appear to be stuck in a barrel.
"What's wrong with that one?" Monty asks from behind my shoulder.
"I.. Don't know.."
We've made it to Monty's section of the pizzaplex. It has not been a pleasant experience.
"Mike! Two holes! C'moon!"
"I don't have the time for ONE hole, Monty."
"I said two holes!"
He's not serious, is he?
"We'll play later. Maybe we'll get Trudge involved."
"And Freddy?"
"I'm unclear- do you and Freddy get along well?"
"HA! Like peanut butter and mud!" Monty responds, amused. He actually spoke that sentence in an endearing way, so I'm not entirely sure if that answered the question.
"Are you two friends?"
"The best there are! Have you seen the two of us together?"
"I have. It's interesting every time."
Monty snickers
"The best kind of friendships are the ones that revolve around spite. Come on Mike, we gotta get through the raceway yet!"
And there he goes, running ahead again. I can never guess what the hell is going through his mind at any given moment.
We heard Roxy working on a cart in one of the garages. Monty told me to wait by the entrance while he went in. Apparently, he thinks he can scare her really good. Against my better judgement, I did nothing to stop him.
It's actually been about a minute and a half since I saw him walk in. Either Monty's taking it reeeeally slow, or Roxanne is the least attentive entity to walk this planet-
"BOO!"
- P'TAANG -
"AARGH!"
Monty falls backwards out of the garage, and onto the floor, desperately grasping his knee.
"What the fuck!? Monty!?" Roxanne yells from inside.
"SHE 'CAPPED ME MIKE, SHE GOT ME RIGHT IN THE KNEE!"
I don't know what to do in this situation.
Roxanne runs out of the garage holding a wrench, and looks down at Monty in confusion.
"You scared me! What the fuck did you think would happen!?"
"MY KNEE, MIKE!"
"Mike!?" Roxanne looks around and spots me nearby.
"MIKE GET FREDDY! FIX ME MIKE!"
"What the fuck are you doing here? What are either of you doing here?!"
"MIKE I'M DYING!"
I've decided to leave.
I, finally, arrive at my office, with 10 minutes left of my shift.
I go limp in the chair for a few moments, trying to gather up enough strength to do my last couple tasks of the day.
And before I leave, I've gotta make sure I lock and plug in my laptop. I think I saved the document I was working on, but I'm not entirely sure. It was, in fact, at extremely low battery when Chica handed it to me, and it died only a handful of minutes later.
I'm sleeping all day today. No one can stop me.
