Authors Notes: Hello Readers! You may have noticed a few changes to this story! Well, before I continue updating it, I'm working on rewriting and reworking the first three chapters! Exciting stuff!
Five Night at Freddy's: Agent Lloyd
"Inspired by David Lynch's Twin Peaks, and Five Nights at Freddys"
Chapter 1: "Hurricane, Utah"
Jeremy, for the lack of better words, was having a rough day. He'd spent the last thirty minutes dealing with an unruly customer, a strange man, demanding to be let in without paying— he quoted some snag that he worked at a previous location, that he had employee benefits.
It had escalated to the point where Jeremy was forced to call the police, and the man had been escorted off the property. It had been a huge ordeal, disrupting the workplace, and a few customers were even putting in complaints. It wasn't something he wanted to deal with, confrontation had never been comfortable with him, but it came with the job.
Then came other concerns, a child throwing up in the ball pit, two parents getting into a fight over a child stealing another ones tickets— parents never ceased to amaze him, they could sometimes act more childish than any of the children ever could, and he usually found himself being dragged into the mix. Being a sensible person, however, he usually found he could deescalate an argument before anything drastic happened. It wasn't always the case, as with the incident earlier and having to call the police, but that was a rare occurrence.
Now he was on his way back to the security office— his job mostly entailed watching the cameras for hours on end, at least until the afternoon shift came in. It was an easy job, until he had to take care of the unruly business, but besides that, it was hours of smooth sailing.
And despite his less confrontational personality and tendency to be more timid and shy, he loved the job. It was easy, and the pay was fantastic— Jeremy sat down at the security desk, leaning back in his chair, and placing his feet on the desk. Easy.
Easy… that was until he noticed the security monitor— the screen had gone blank, only showing static on each of the individual screens. Now this, this wasn't unusual. Funky equipment that sometimes went faulty and displayed static for a moment or two, but this time wasn't normal. The static didn't merely disappear after a few seconds, it persisted, persisted for much longer than it was supposed to.
"Oh, don't tell me the monitor is busted." He leaned onto the desk and slapped the monitor a few times. "Blasted thing. Better go see what's up…"
The restaurant had a dedicated server room, specifically for all thing dealing with programming the animatronic robots that roamed the halls, and of course, the security equipment. With so many wires and different pieces of monitoring equipment, they didn't want to crowd the security room, so they put it in the server room, a wise choice, Jeremy had always thought.
It was on the other side of the restaurant, past the kid cove— where as Jeremy passed, he could see the children tearing apart the poor animatronic inside. Blasted children, couldn't keep their hands to themselves— and it was just through a small, metal door, inconspicuous, it was almost easy to miss.
The door creaked when he went in, it always did, he assumed it was old metal or something like that, but it never ceased to spook him just that tiny bit. The room itself didn't help either, dark and poorly lit, with rows and rows of servers, exposed wires, large metal airduct spanning the ceiling above. It always struck him as the kind of place a horror film might take place.
"Well, lets take a look then…" He mumbled, pulling out his flashlight and following one of the paths between the servers to the other side of the room—
The security equipment was opposite the door, cornered up right next to Fritz' desk— Fritz Smith was the on sight technician, there to solve any problems that may have went wrong. But, seeing as he was out for lunch with the boss, discussing some new designs, it was all left up to Jeremy.
He knew very little about all the technical stuff, but they had taught him just enough to know about the security system— it was simple really, wires connected to the cameras ran to the monitor, which was connected to the main system in the server room, or something like that. It was all connected then to this VHS system that would record it all. Something like that.
Jeremy followed the line of servers to the back of the room and stopped at the desk. Immediately, he knew something was wrong, terribly wrong.
The wires had been cut, every single wire pertaining to the security system, hacked all the way through. The remains of the wires were hanging from the ceiling, limp and lifeless— though they already were lifeless, Jeremy supposed.
Secondly, the VHS tape was missing. Three hours earlier, he had come in and placed the tape in the recorder, but now it was gone, the recording system flashing a red light, showing that it couldn't record without the tape.
"Oh… shit."
His first thought was to check the parts and service room, they kept valuable equipment in there. Perhaps someone had snuck in and cut the wires, hoping to steal anything from the unguarded back room. It was one of the only rooms that no one ever went inside, thusly, without the cameras, the room was essentially free pickings.
He ran down the halls, passing by the kids cove again, and dodging past a woman who called out in disgruntled alarm as he passed. He yelled out a half-hearted apology and continued down the hall, not stopping until he had reached the much bigger, and much more noticeable metal door at the end.
"Parts and service…" He whispered to himself.
This would be the place to go and steal things, Jeremy was sure of it. Reaching to his waist, he pulled out the nightstick he was given, holding it in his hand as he slowly placed his other hand on the door. The culprit, if they were ever in there in the first place, could still be inside now. Better to be safe than sorry, better to be safe than sorry—
He repeated the phrase in his head multiple times as he slowly pushed on the door. It creaked, loudly, and he cursed himself for forgetting how loud the door was.
"Hello? Security. Drop any weapons you may have and-"
Jeremy didn't finish his statement as he pushed open the door. And though the room was dim, he could still see perfectly the mess, the bloody mess that had been made on the far side of the room.
"Oh my god."
A lone car drove down highway fifteen, passing through the flats of Utah. Inside was a bright pink fox dressed a suit and tan overcoat. She had one hand on the wheel, the other held a tape recorder.
"Cheryl, it's currently seven thirty pm, June twenty sixth. I'm about to enter the town of Hurricane, uh… Utah. It's something of twenty miles North of the Arizona border, and something of twice that from the Nevada border. I've never seen so much red on the ground in my life, the soil, that is.
"I stopped for dinner at a diner just off the Arizona border, some of the blandest food I've ever eaten. Would not recommend the place."
She glanced out the window as she passed by a sign— "Hurricane, Utah – Population: 3500."
"I'll meeting up with the sheriff, one Harrison Kenneth, I believe? At the, uh… Frankbear's Pizza, or something like that. Report stated something about five dead kids being stuffed into spare animatronic suits? Now that's not something you hear every day in the Bureau, huh? After that, I'll be checking into a hotel, hopefully someone can recommend a nice place."
As she pulled off the highway and into the town, the fox reached over to turn off the tape recorder but stopped as she remembered something.
"Oh, and Cheryl! You've got to remind me to put some of this soil into a bottle to take home with me, I've got to add it to my collection. What's this make, state twenty-six?" She chuckled and switched off the recorder.
It wasn't long before the car pulled into the parking lot of— she would have to make note of this— Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. It wasn't far off the highway, in a relatively empty part of town, and very noticeable by the large, neon sign with the establishments name and a picture of a cutesy brown bear.
However, what drew her in was the large crowd, standing in front of the doors. Even from where she was parked on the far end of the lot, she could hear the shouting. People were demanding answers, they wanted to know exactly what was happening, what had happened to their children. There was even a news vehicle parked near the crowd, word sure seemed to travel fast.
"Where's damage control, huh?" She stepped out of the car, laughing to herself at the small joke, and began her way over to the entrance and closer to the large crowd.
There was so much shouting, people talking over each other, questions being asked to the two police officers at the entrance. At least they had the crime scene under control.
"Excuse me, move aside folks." She called, pushing through the crowd of people until she reached the front of the crowd, where she could get a better look— The crime scene was taped off, she could see a few more officers inside the establishment.
The door was guarded by two officers, one burley man in uniform who looked much less friendly than the other one. He was shouting orders at the crowd of people, telling them that everything was under control, that they knew what they were doing. He was clearly the one in charge.
"Excuse me, officer!" The man stopped and looked at her as she pulled out her badge. "Hi, yes. I'm Federal Bureau of Investigations, Special Agent Fuchsia Lloyd. I'm here to take on the case."
It was sudden, the crowd quieting down around them, it seemed that everyone around was interested in this new development—
Officer burley, on the other hand, didn't look so interested. He held an eyebrow raised, staring her down with an uninterested look before he let out a harsh laugh.
"We don't need no city agent here, go back home girly."
Fuchsia sighed and shook her head. He was one of those officers, the ones who didn't like the Bureau stepping in on their turf, and the kind that didn't much like a woman telling them what to do. She'd been warned about this, and quite frankly, she didn't care.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Did you not hear me?" Agent Lloyd leaned in closer, mockingly cupping a hand to her face to make her voice louder and clearer. "I said: I'm here to check out the case. Let me through, ey?"
"Oh, big city girl thinks she can mock me?" He turned to his partner, and the both of them laughed and laughed. "I suppose they don't teach em' manners like they do here. Don't teach em' to respect the real workers." He laughed harder.
She laughed too. "Hah, right." She popped her knuckles and took a step closer, and he eyed her movements with amused suspicion. Then, in one swift motion, she brought her knee to the man's crotch— she knew specifically how to take care of those manly man officers who just didn't know when to quit— and the man instantly doubled over in pain, squeaking pathetically.
"I'll be going in now, thank you kindly, sir." She stepped over the man, who was on the ground, holding his precious manhood in pain. She could hear the crowd start yelling again as she stepped inside— see how he would treat her now.
It was much quieter inside, and she followed the string of officers to where she assumed the crime scene would be. She passed by a handful of employees standing idly around the pizzeria's show stage, but she didn't see any of the animatronics— strange, they would usually be up there, she would think— and continued further into the restaurant. She could hear more voices down a hallway, and passing by the security office, she found the crime scene.
There were a dozen police officers around, going in and out of a room labeled as 'parts and service.' From her report, she knew she was in the right place— One of the officers stood out, and she assumed he was the sheriff, talking to a young boy, one of the employees. The young man seemed on the verge of tears.
"And then I… I opened the door, and I saw-" He cut himself off, and Agent Lloyd seemed to get the memo. The report had been called in around eleven am by the day shift security guard, and the police rushed in soon afterwards. It seemed they were still grilling the poor guy.
"Still looking for the finer details, huh?" The sheriff and the young man both turned to look at her, and the older man looked less than pleased.
"Now who the hell are you? I thought I told Thorne not to let anyone in."
"Ah. You must be sheriff Kenneth." She mused, and he looked less than impressed.
"That would be right." He spoke with a prominent southern accent, low and aggressive, matching his stone cold face perfectly. He was the kind to not take well to her authority in the case, that was for sure.
"Well, I'm Special Agent Fuchsia Lloyd, Federal Bureau of Investigations. I'm here to take the case of your hands."
The man crossed his arms and stared coldly at her. "I don't reckon I remember sending in for some big shot city agent to take this case."
"Well, Sheriff. You didn't! In fact, if I recall, it was the state that called me in, I believe. And if you want to argue with the state of Utah, be my guest. Take it to the supreme court even. And while you are doing that, I'll be solving the case."
She could see a fire in his eyes, she certainly struck a nerve in him. She'd found that over time in the Bureau, she had a knack for that.
"You know, Agent, I may tolerate you taking this case, but I suggest you cut the shit, girl."
"Right, of course! Let's cut the shit and get right into the grit. Crime scene is in there?"
Without any hesitation, she pushed her way passed a few officers outside the room and stepped inside— it was a grisly scene, five children, stuffed directly into the spare suits, hair, heads and limbs sticking out, bloody as all hell. Blood oozed out from the suits, pooling onto the floor. However, most notable was a single letter, drawn on the wall in blood and illuminated in the dim light.
Things just got a whole lot more complicated.
Authors Note: Interested in reading more FNAF fanfics by me? Check out my latest story, Darkness of Pasts Future, a new Story also based around FNAF! And before anyone asks, no, they do not take place in the same timeline!
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