Disclaimer time?

I don't own Feddy's, just Tryss. Robbie belongs to my sister, Pine.

We hope you enjoy!

"Welcome to the Fazbear family, Robbie!"
"Glad I could be here."

Grumbling, she fell out of bed as her alarm went off. Why did I apply for the night shift again? They aren't even paying me that much.

She stumbled over to her wardrobe, deftly seeking out the shirt they had provided her to wear and putting it on, running her hands over the various patches. How fancy.

"Khakis," she muttered, opening a drawer, "as if I can tell what color anything is." Sifting through her pants, she finally just pulled a pair on. "At least I'm not wearing jeans," she grumbled.

Grabbing her sandwich from the fridge and her keys from the counter, she left her apartment.

Gotta catch the bus, gotta catch the bus!

After misjudging the step down from the bus again, she tripped, falling against someone who smelled strongly of pizza. "I'm sorry, I didn't see you there."

"Nah, it was my fault." The other woman's strong hands steadied her. "I wasn't paying enough attention to my surroundings, as per usual."

Robbie straightened. "You just come from Freddy's?"

"No. My clothes are just saturated in the smell. I'm heading over to work right now."

"Oh, well, I'm heading there too, I don't really 'know' the way." Robbie chuckled slightly.

The other woman laughed. "I'd be pleased to take you. You the new nightguard?"

Robbie laughed a little bit. "Yeah, they hired me a few days ago. How did'ya figure it out?"

"I was the last nightguard," she replied, laying a guiding hand on Robbie's shoulder. "They had to hire someone to replace me when they made me a technician."

Robbie flinched but quickly relaxed when she realized that it was just the woman. "Oh, so that's why they hired me immediately."

"Oh! Sorry, I should introduce myself. The name's Tryss. Current head technician at Freddy Fazbear's."

"My name's Robbie," she paused for a second, "the new nightguard?" Robbie giggled.

Tryss snorted. "Yes you are. I make it a point to know the workers coming through the doors. It's... safer that way."

"Safer?" Robbie questioned.

Tryss sighed, pulling open the door. "You'll understand soon. One of the other nightguards left training tapes."

Robbie laughed. "I can't really 'watch' them, ya'know?"

"The blindfold kinda clued me in, but I didn't want to assume."

"Yeah, I get that a lot." She sighed.

The hand left her shoulder. "This is the office. You'll spend your nights here."

Robbie ran her hand across the walls. "This is tiny." She said, slightly stunned.

"I didn't design it."

"That's what I figured. You would design a better room."

There was a note of... sadness? Distress? "When it comes to the animatronics, bigger isn't... necessarily better. But hey! It's only night one, you should be fine." Tryss ended with strained optimism.

"Yeah… just one night." she mumbled.

"And it only gets better..."

"Better?" She scoffed.

Tryss inhaled sharply. "Yeah. Better. Just, keep an ear out, right? I gotta get to work, Foxy sprung something."

"Dang it, Foxy!"

Tryss sighed, starting to walk away. "It's not his fault. The other techs refuse to even try putting him back together.

"Have fun!"

"I'll have as much fun as I can!" Robbie replied.

"Oh! One more thing. The cameras pick up audio as well. You can use that to keep track of things."

"Got it, thanks Tryss!" She let out a weak chuckle. "Have fun? What kind of joint are they running?"

Dropping into the chair, she let her hands roam the desk. "Monitor, practically useless. Trash, entirely useless. ...Is this a cupcake? Why does it have eyes? And teeth!?"

She almost dropped the cupcake, but it wriggled out of her hand before she could. She could hear small noises as it moved down the hall, until, "Carl? What are you doing here?"

The phone beeped to her left, startling her.

"Hello? Hello, hello! I know it can be a bit overwhelming, but there's nothing to worry about! You'll do fine! Bit of a disclaimer, policy, ya'know? Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, where fantasy and fun come to life. Fazbear entertainment is not responsible for damage done to property or person. Upon discovering damage or death has occurred, a missing person report will be filed within ninety days, or as soon as property and premises has been thoroughly cleaned and bleached, and the carpets have been replaced. Blah blah blah.

"Now that might sound bad, I know, but there's really nothing to worry about. Uh, the animatronic characters here do get a bit quirky at night. But do I blame them? No. If I were forced to sing those same stupid songs for twenty years and I never got a bath? I'd probably be a bit irritable at night too.

"So remember, these characters hold a special place in the hearts of children and we need to show them a little respect, right? Okay. So just be aware, the characters do tend to wander a bit. Uh, they're left in some kind of free roaming mode at night. Something about their servos locking up if they get turned off for too long. They used to be allowed to wander around during the day too, but then there was the bite of '87. Yeah... amazing that the human body can live without the frontal lobe, ya'know?

"Your only risk is if they see you. They might mistake you for a metal endoskeleton without a costume, and that's against the rules here, so they'll probably try to... forcefully stuff you into a Freddy Fazbear suit. Um, now, that wouldn't be a problem, other than the various amounts of crossbeams, wires, and animatronic devices, especially around the facial area. So you can imagine having your head forcefully pressed inside one of those could cause some discomfort... and death. Likely the only parts of you to see the light of day again would be your eyes and teeth, popping out the front of the mask. They don't tell you these things when you sign up.

"But hey! First day should be a breeze, I'll chat with you tomorrow, conserve the power, and don't mess with Tryss. She has some kind of agreement with them that keeps her safe, but that does not extend to the nightguards."

"Course it doesn't extend to the nightguards! Cause she's the one who earned it." Robbie shouted, probably a little too loud.

"You need something?" Tryss yelled back.

"N-no!" She stuttered.

"Then don't yell. Singing is fine." As if to prove her point she burst into song, though she sang in a language unfamiliar to Robbie.

"WHAT?" Robbie screeched.

Something screeched in return, something mechanical.

"Great, I didn't know we had an animatronic pterodactyl." she muttered, annoyed.

Tryss stopped singing long enough to shout, "Shut it Foxy! I'm right here!"

Great, now Tryss is screeching. What did I do to deserve this? Robbie ran her fingers over the buttons by the monitor, feeling the numbers. The numbers do me nothing, I don't know which rooms they go to. She pressed a few experimentally.

Static. Silence. Static. Creaking. Static. Tryss singing, then laughing. "Guess she turned the camera on, huh Foxy? You know I can't do the maintenance if you've gone all stiff."

A shuffling noise and a loud clang, alongside discordant notes.

"FOXY! Put the guitar down! You know Bon- Oi!"

Foxy screeched again, followed by a loud thud. Did he get Tryss, or did she get him?

"I'll throw more things, you know I will!"

A crash.

"Don't make me shut you down! I have to fix the wall now too!"

Garbled static blared, slowly forming into a voice. "Vixey?!"

"She's fine you sorry excuse for a pirate! Henry sold the Toys to me!"

Another clatter.

"Oh no you DON'T!" Tryss yelled. More discordant notes played, followed by a loud thud. "And now I have to tune this! Foxy! Get back here!"

Footsteps ran toward the office, but the door clanged shut just before Foxy got there.

Robbie froze. She didn't do that, but there was no way Tryss had beat Foxy to the door. That meant one of the others had made it in while she listened to the fireworks. Was she about to die?

"I hope I didn't scare you," a female voice spoke softly from behind her. "I noticed you were blind, and figured you wouldn't be able to hit the button in time."

"Chi...ca?"

"Yeah, that's me."

Robbie whipped around, knowing she wouldn't see the animatronic anyways. "The phone guy said-"

"-That we kill people? We did see weird things instead of humans after dark."

Foxy banged on the door, then ran off.

With a soft whoosh, the door opened again. Chica must have hit the button.

"Are you going to kill me?"

Chica giggled. "Nah, you remind me of a little girl I once knew. Chica never would have hurt her, so I won't hurt you."

"A little girl you once knew?"

Something crackled, Chica's speaker? "Her name... her name was Susie. She was five or six…"

"Are you crying?"

"I can't. None of us can." The denial was quick, but the animatronic continued crackling. "Believe me, all... all of us have tried at some point.

"You should turn the monitor off. I won't attack, but the others won't extend the same courtesy."

"How do I do that?"

Chica paused. "I... don't actually know. I was never really interested in this stuff. Bonnie might know."

"And where the heck is he?"

The door slammed shut again.

"She must be going to get him. But knowing my luck, probably not."

"We're both right here," a male voice called, but it was muffled, as if he was on the other side of the door. "We can hear you."

"Oh. HE WAS LISTENING TO US?"

"I can hear everyone in the building, and you have a habit of yelling. How could I not?"

"Oh. Well in that case, how do you turn this dang monitor off?!"

"Beats me." The door creaked, as if he was leaning against it. "I might be more knowledgeable about tech, but Tryss is the real expert."

Oh great, Tryss again. "What is between you guys and Tryss?"

"Between us and Tryss?" Bonnie sounded both disgusted and confused. "An accident is what separates us."

"An… Accident?"

Bonnie didn't reply.

"Aha, I see."

The door creaked again and Bonnie moved off, making horrible staticky sounds. When they died, the door slid open again.

"You upset him," Chica whimpered. "The only one to get away with that was Tryss, but then, she had the guts to walk out on Freddy after the power went out."

"Greeeeeeeeeeat."

"You're pretty sassy," Chica giggled. "That sass will help you in the long run, if you're careful."

"Haha, careful." That's the secret to doing anything here, isn't it?

"So, it's only three, you still have a few hours. Would you like me to stay?"

Robbie pressed another button, listening to Foxy whimper through the camera feed. "Why not? It'll be entertaining."

"You seem to be the sanest one here."

"I mean, I talk to cupcakes. Would you really consider that sane?"

Yo, Trysslyn here. This is my first ever posted work, and I am co-writing with my sister, so It's probably a little rough.

The idea for this fic sprung from an accident. Pine was messing around with a character creator, and when she showed me the result, me and my poor impulse control asked if it was a nightguard. (In my defense, it was dressed like one.) We laughed, then started writing this nonsense.