Hello all! This is certainly something I never expected to do, writing a FNAF story? But after watching a playthrough (*cough *cough several) of Security Breach, I absolutely fell in love with it! The game looks amazing and actually has an in-depth story? Sign me up! Of course, I had to be a part of it, somehow!
So, this is obviously a rewrite of the main events with some more fleshing out and my own twists, such as a different main character. As well as, I'm sure you can tell, inspiration from a certain other futuristic movie. . . And I know there are several other stories on here like this already, but I think I have a few variations that could make it worth checking out.
So, give us a chance, precious. Give us a chance. ;)
"Um, guys? Maybe this isn't such a good idea after all. . ."
Mirabelle hesitated in front of the massive complex looming over them. Sure, it might have seemed really bright and cheerful from the outside looking in. However, it was difficult to just forget about the dark history of this franchise. Not to mention all the hours she'd put into playing that freaky VR game. . .
"Aw, come on, Mira! Don't tell me you're gonna chicken out now! I thought you were dying to check this place out now that it's finally open! I mean, you loved the game, and now we get to see the characters in person! Right?" Michael coaxed with a big grin.
"These aren't exactly the same characters though," Mirabelle pointed out.
"Semantics," Michael scoffed.
"Plus, I already paid for our reservations, and they don't give refunds," Nicole added irritably, eyeing the girl next to her with a skeptical scowl. "What's your deal all of a sudden, anyway?" she wondered.
"I – I'm not really sure. I'm just, getting a bad feeling. Like, this place is giving me the creeps," she confessed, stifling a shiver.
"Well, yeah? Isn't that the whole point? I mean, besides the game tie-in, you've always been a fan of arcades and laser tag. That's why we decided this would be the perfect place to celebrate your birthday," Nicole reasoned.
"Besides, you should fit right in, since you're mostly a robot and all," Michael teased, poking at one of Mirabelle's artificial arms, currently hidden beneath her purple hoodie and gloves.
While being pretty much right, Michael's words were still a bit of an exaggeration. It would be more accurate to describe her as half versus mostly. Even so. . .
Mirabelle glowered back at the boy.
"Mikey, how many times have I told you not to call me a robot?" she inquired rhetorically.
"This month?" he continued to taunt.
"Robots don't have hearts or brains! They are just lights and wires that do what they're programmed to do. That's not me!" She barked back, now appearing visibly upset.
"Hey, easy off Mikey. You know Mira doesn't like the r-word," Nicole added in her defense.
"What? Retarded?" he continued to joke.
He then had to duck as Nicole took a swipe at his head in retaliation.
"Oh, you know I'm just kidding! We all know that Mira's absolutely brilliant, with you being an engineer and all," he sang with over-the-top sincerity.
"Mikey, I'm taking one Advanced Placement course. That hardly makes me an engineer," Mirabelle shook her head at him.
"That still doesn't change the fact that you're amazing! Maybe too smart for your own good, actually. You need to learn to relax more," Nicole mock-lectured her. "So, as your favorite cousin, and the one who paid for these tickets," she added in a mutter. "I am ordering you to go in there and have the greatest birthday ever!" she declared, throwing an arm around her neck, and dramatically pointing towards the entrance.
"Nicky, you're my only cousin," Mirabelle reminded her with an eye roll. "But that still doesn't give you the right to order me around," she pointed out.
"True! That's what best friends are for!" Michael decided, joining the group hug.
They all shared a chuckle before making their way under the giant neon sign that read: Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex, and housed the likenesses of four very familiar animatronics.
. . .
Once inside, they gave their group information to the gate attendant who then led them to their assigned party room. Mirabelle pushed her colored, midnight-blue bangs out of her eyes as she took in the sheer massiveness of the complex. It made her realize how profitable that video game must have been if it allowed them to be able to pay for all of this!
"So, I see that you ordered our deluxe party pack, but you never selected which character you want to come visit your room and deliver your cake. Is that something you'd like to select now?" the lady leading them asked, sounding almost robotic herself in her tone.
"Oh, no. I left it blank on purpose. I really don't need a character bringing me cake and singing me 'happy birthday'. I'm not a little kid. We just got the deluxe pack so we could have tickets to all the attractions," Mirabelle explained.
The lady raised an eyebrow, but didn't have a chance to comment before Michael chimed in.
"Why not, Mira? You don't wanna be sung to by a robotic chicken?" he mocked.
"Chica isn't allowed to sing," the lady then quickly corrected.
All three of the young adults stared at her like she'd just grown a second head.
"What does that mean?" Michael finally wondered.
"Whatever," Mirabelle eventually waved it off. "I don't want any character visits, and especially no singing! Besides, we have photo passes, so we'll be able to meet them all individually later," she reasoned.
"Yeah, I guess," Michael pouted slightly.
"Well, normally the characters bring you your passes, but I suppose I can just handle that for you if you'd prefer."
The lady then handed them three versions of each photo and attraction pass.
"We here at the Fazbear Pizzaplex do our best to make sure your visit is as enjoyable as possible. Let us know if there's anything more we can do to accommodate you, and we hope you have a faztastic time!" And with that, she waved with a large, unsettling grin, and ducked out of the room.
"Did she just say, 'faztastic'?" Nicole wondered with a grimace.
"Yeah. . . let's hope these guys are making more than minimum wage," Mirabelle decided.
"So, birthday girl. What do you wanna do first?" Michael asked.
. . .
What followed was a frenzy of festivities and feasting. Which included Mirabelle schooling Michael in laser tag, or 'Fazer Blast' or whatever they called it – much to his annoyance. Then Nicole managing to get the high score, or low score – as it were – during their round of mini golf.
Although, Mirabelle found it a bit strange to see the alligator animatronic wandering around the catwalks above the course. He was causing a lot of noise, making him impossible to miss.
"Well, this is his attraction," Nicole had reasoned.
"Yeah, but – shouldn't he be down here? You know, like, interacting with the guests and stuff?" Mirabelle wondered.
"Maybe he's taking five?" Michael joked, which elicited eye rolls from his female companions.
Then finally, they made their way over to Roxy's Raceway, where the flashy wolf bot proceeded to destroy all of them in her souped up go-kart. However, the worst part was when they had to watch her dance around gloating on the track like she'd just won the Daytona 500, before they were allowed out of their karts.
"So, does that happen every time she races?" Nicole wondered, as the small group sat down at El Chip's for a break and a quick snack.
The others just shrugged.
"I know it's a cool idea for the kids to be able to actually race against her, but you'd think they would have programmed her to let them win. They aren't going to want to keep coming back if she keeps acting like a sore winner," Mirabelle realized, stuffing an extra cheesy nacho bite into her mouth.
"Well, she was my favorite new design," Michael added in a mutter.
Mirabelle giggled at his disappointment.
"Not such a sexy wolf now, is she?" she prodded him.
He just glared back at her.
"I honestly like the gator design better," she then decided.
"But who picked out his name? Seriously, what kind of name is Montgomery for an alligator?" he argued.
"That's fair. I think something a little edgier would have made more sense. With a name like Montgomery, it sounds more like he'd be someone who'd take you out to tea, not rock out in a band," Nicole added with a laugh.
Speaking of which, a sudden voice over began to play out over the loud speaker.
"Attention Pizzaplex patrons, in just 10 minutes, Freddy and friends will be appearing on the main stage for their signature, musical event! Please come to the main stage viewing area so you don't miss the show!" It announced.
"You wanna check out the concert?" Michael asked the others.
"Of course! It's the main event, on the main stage, so we better get to the main viewing area!" Mirabelle joked, mimicking the announcer's overly exaggerated tone.
"Hey, come on, don't mock! No one likes a mocker!" Michael teased back as they all rose from their seats.
"Says you! Maybe you should think about practicing what you preach!" Nicole lectured as they made their way into said viewing area.
A few minutes later, and true to their word, lights began to flash and music began to blare from the stage. And once again, the announcer's voice came up over the speakers.
"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, Fazbear Entertainment would like you to put your hands together – for the one – the only – Freddy Fazbear!" he introduced in a booming tone.
The crowd began to cheer wildly in response, and several moments later, the bear himself began to rise up from below the stage, joined by his other animal friends.
They spent a minute dancing around, playing their instruments with as much flourish as possible, as platforms on hydraulics began lifting the individual characters up off the ground level. The screens in the background introducing each character in turn.
Roxanne Wolf – Montgomery Gator – Glamrock Chica – and of course – Freddy Fazbear!
They all came back together, and at first, it appeared as though Freddy was going to start singing. However. . .
All of a sudden, the animatronic bear lowered his mic. This was then followed by an unnerving display of twitching and glitching, until he finally crashed to the floor with a resounding thud! There was a wicked reverb from the mic that caused everyone to cover their ears, and then – silence.
For a moment, you could have heard a pin drop, until the auditorium broke out into absolute bedlam!
People of all kinds were suddenly running and shouting – concerned fans, upset kids, angry parents, and of course, the staff attempting to rein in the chaos. Meanwhile, Mirabelle's attention was focused on the stage.
She was distracted with watching the other animatronics all crowding around the fallen bear, almost as if, they were concerned for his well being. That seemed, rather strange for animatronics. She, of course, assumed that they were programmed with some kind of protocol for assisting injured people. What she couldn't understand, was why that programming was being directed towards another robot. It's not like they could get hurt, after all. Even so, this question would remain a mystery as the platform all the animatronics were standing on began to sink back out of view again.
Once the staff had gotten the majority of the rioting under control, a regular sounding person came on over the speakers.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we at the Fazbear Pizzaplex want to give you a sincere apology for the malfunction interrupting tonight's show. Rest assured that our team will be giving Freddy a good checkup to try and discover what went wrong. In the meantime, we invite all of you to join us in the Fazcade where DJ Music Man will be hosting a dance party in lieu of tonight's concert."
Whoever was making the announcement was trying to sound excited about this change in schedule, but no one seemed to be particularly pleased with this placation. Nonetheless, a large crowd began heading in that direction anyway.
"Aw man! Of all the rotten luck! What are the odds that Freddy would glitch out on the night we're here?" Michael whined, as their little group watched people trudging past them.
"Also, weren't the character meet and greets supposed to be happening after the show? Does this mean that those aren't going to happen either?" Nicole wondered.
"Probably not. I mean, we know for sure Freddy's not going to show up again for a while. As for the others, I'm betting the staff won't want to risk more malfunctions," Mirabelle realized.
"That's too bad. I was really looking forward to meeting this new Chica," Nicole lamented, as she stared sadly down at the photo passes that were now going to go unused.
"Well, look on the bright side. We were all expecting something freaky like this to happen, right? I mean, you gotta admit that you'd be disappointed if nothing weird happened while we were here," Michael suddenly encouraged, playfully elbowing Mirabelle in the ribs.
"I guess that's true, but let's just hope that's the only freaky thing that happens tonight. Because, to be honest, actually living through a session of Help Wanted doesn't sound like happy, fun times to me," Mirabelle admitted, as they then joined the shambling crowds moving towards the West Arcade area.
However, little did she know at the time, that her words would end up coming to pass in a way that she could have never possibly imagined.
. . .
Several minutes later, and Mirabelle suddenly found herself staring up into the black, soulless eyes of the biggest animatronic that she'd ever seen in her life! With his wide, white head and endless rows of grinning, piano-note teeth, the DJ Music Man would have been utterly terrifying, if she didn't know better. . .
"Well, if you were wanting a freaky experience, I think it just knocked on the door and said hello!" she shouted at Michael over the blasting music.
"Yeah, the dude might be able to drop a mad beat, but he's not super fun to stare at," her friend agreed.
"You know, I'm not really much of a dancer. . ." Nicole trailed, sounding creeped out as well. "I think I'm going to check out the arcade games instead," she told them.
"That sounds like a good idea. You coming, Mikey?" Mirabelle asked.
"Naw, you guys go ahead. There's a fine looking security guard that I saw wandering around here earlier that I was gonna try and chat up," he told them with a sly grin.
They both just stared back at him with unamused and slightly disgusted expressions.
"Mikey, gross!" Mirabelle declared. "She's probably way older than you."
"What? You don't know that. Besides, I've always liked the, more mature ladies," he said in a crafty tone, wiggling his eyebrows.
Both girls simply scoffed at him, leaving him to what would surely be an ultimately doomed endeavor.
After a few rounds of a haunted animatronic version of 'House of the Dead', Mirabelle felt the uncomfortable sensation of nature calling. Too much Fizzy Faz would do that, it seemed.
"Hey, Nicky. I gotta run to the restroom. I'll be right back, okay?" she let her cousin know.
"Oh sure. I'll be here, I guess. Getting eaten by withered Foxy," she moaned in dismay.
Mirabelle just laughed at her before heading into the thematically adorned bathroom.
The colors were a bit hard on the eyes upon first entering, especially with how bright it was compared to the dimly lit arcade. Nevertheless, Mirabelle quickly took care of her business and stepped out to wash her hands. There was already another lady doing the same in an adjacent sink, and a quick glance in her mirror showed she was sporting a ballcap that read 'Security' across it.
Mirabelle didn't think too much of it, as she was more focused on the fact that even the water appeared to be colored pink as an LED light shown out of the sink once she stuck her hands under the faucet.
"Man, ya think they could have made it any more obvious that this is the girl's room?" she joked.
She hadn't necessarily been expecting a response, but she heard a huff of amusement next to her and turned to see the security lady grinning.
"Yeah, I tried to tell them this was too much pink, but no one ever listens to me," she agreed.
"Well, maybe if I told them the colors were giving me seizures they'd agree to tone it down a bit?" Mirabelle suggested in a mocking tone.
"Heh, that might work. I'd sure appreciate it if we could make some décor changes," the lady then stepped away to dry her hands. "Hope you have a good rest of your night," she offered.
"Yeah, you too," Mirabelle echoed, and she heard the door open and close again behind her.
A second later, and Mirabelle finished rinsing her hands. She flicked off the excess water, and was about to turn to stick them under the automated dryer, when she glanced up to see a startling figure suddenly standing directly behind her in the mirror!
She tried to let out a cry of surprise, but it was immediately muffled by something cold and wet clamping over her mouth and nose! Abnormally strong hands held her in place, stopping her struggling as she quickly lost consciousness, her last thoughts being of the creepy bunny mask that she'd only gotten a brief glimpse of in the mirror.
And so it begins. Let me know what you think, or if there are any ideas that you haven't seen yet that you think could be good. You can leave a review and who knows, I might implement them! I'm always looking for inspiration. Anyway, until the next time. Bye Bye!