Night 1

Mike waited outside, glancing nervously at his watch every few seconds. It was almost midnight, and if the new guy didn't get here soon, he would have to guard the whole building himself for another night. Mike gulped. The animatronics… they were starting to learn how he defended himself. It would have only been another day or two before they finally had him cornered. Maybe the new guy would have a better stomach then he did.

Eventually, some weird flying saucer type thing crashed right down next to Schmitt's Acura. Some older guy stumbled out of the cockpit, with no more then six bottles accompanying him. Nervously, Mike approached the man.

"So, uh, you're the guy who called?" Schmitt asked.

"Uh, yep. Are you going to give me a tazer or will I have to b*burp*ring my own?" the man asked.

"Uh, no, they don't give you a weapon. Or… anything, really. I'll… show you the control room," Mike said as he urged the older man to follow him. They entered the front door of the pizzeria, the rest of the staff having already finished up their duties for the day. The pizzeria smelled of snot, imitation brand cheese, and despair. Kind of like Jerry's home office, now that Rick thought of it. As they cut through the hallways, Rick noticed that Mike was constantly checking his watch. Eventually, the entered the security control room, and Mike urged Rick to sit down.

"Ok, now where do I start? All right, this here is your tablet. You can use it to check the cameras throughout the facility. You'll probably want to use them to… keep an eye on the doors… or halls… or probably just the animatronics," Mike whispered nervously.

"Uh-huh," Rick barely responded as he downed another sip of his flask.

"See, the thing about the animatronics is that, well, during the night, management activates their free-roaming programming, and they kind of wander around the place and… get into trouble. Another thing that you should know is that if they see you, they'll probably think you are some kind of exoskeleton without the suit and put you in one, which, trust me, you probably don't want to happen, what with the cross-beams and the wiring. Oh, and I will advise that you check up on Pirate's cove every few minutes, cuz that animatronic gets kind of antsy when… are you even listening?" Mike asked.

"Wh-wh-wha? Uh, yeah, I read you loud and clear!" Rick lied.

"…Mr. Sanchez… are you drunk?" Mike asked.

"*pfth* No… yeah," Rick admitted.

"…I see, well in that case, I guess I'll be back to cle… I'll be back to check up on you later. See you in the morning, Rick. Oh, and by the way, the control center constantly loses power throughout the night, so try and ration it, if you would be so kind."

"Uh-huh, thanks for the concern. I shudder to think of wh*burp*at could possibly be waiting for me at this dreary hour," Rick said, sarcastically.

Mike sighed, and then finally checked his watch one last time. His eyes widened with horror. "Alright, Mr. Sanchez, it looks like I'll have to cut this orientation short. Right now, I've got to… go to a dentist appointment. Later." With that, Mike rushed out of the control room. Just before he got to the front door, however, he stopped right in front of the three main animatronics, and subsequently, flipped off all three before practically diving though the main door. Rick finally glanced at the clock on the wall. 11:59… 12:00.

Rick reluctantly picked up his tablet, lazily flipping through the cameras throughout the pizzeria. Clutching his head, Rick wondered if there was any place this time of night that sold antacids. Right now, he was nursing the mother of all hangovers. Over in the corner of the tablet, he noticed the power meter.

"The heck?! I'm only a minute into the damn shift and I've already lost two percent?! Of all the…" Rick groused as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a green-glowing cube. "Now, let's see just what kind of system we're dealing with here…"

Midnight. The hour was upon us. The time to play was now. The new one had no idea of what was coming. He would be easy prey. They waited for an hour or two, but then it was finally time to make their moves.

Bonnie was the first to leave his post, slowly stalking through the dining area, slowly snaking his way through the west hall. Chica was the next to follow, disappearing into the east to follow. He looked up at the camera, which had yet to be activated all night. The fool had no idea what was coming. Freddy laughed out a deep, ominous chuckle. All he had to do was sit back and wait for the screaming. For two hours, absolutely nothing passed. Freddy found himself glancing at the clock overhead for some time, something that had never happened in all his years of hunting. Finally, Bonnie came back through the dining hall.

"Erhm, Boss, me and Chica… well, we gots us a situation," The rabbit nervously tittered.

"If he's been locking you out this long, then it'll only be a matter of time before he finally runs out of power, you idiot. And what did I say about talking during the night hours?" the bear growled.

"Erhm, that's just it, Freddy. Sees, we've been waiting outside the locked doors for hours, and it seems that, well, the power ain't goin out."

"What?!" Freddy yelled, angrily.

A loud screech pierced the throughout the building. Shortly afterwards, Bonnie and Freddy could hear the sound of someone clearing their throat.

"Eh-hem. Attention all cursed/defective animatronic losers. This is the new night watchman, Dr. Rick Sanchez."

Bonnie and Freddy looked directly at the camera; meanwhile Rick was leaning back in his chair, wrapping a wire around his finger while speaking into the microphone.

"Yeah, this place was giving off some creepy ass curse vibes. No doubt that Needful amateur had a hand in this place since the re-launch. A bunch of scary, haunted animatronics, ooohhhh, that's original. James Cameron called, he wants his concept back. And-and have any of you idiots even heard of the Three laws of Robotics?" Rick started to rant.

If Freddy had lips, they would have been curling. Never before had someone been so arrogant to him. He would make it his mission to humble this guard if it was the last thing he ever did.

"Yeah, I've been around the block a few times, and in a few different dimensions. Re-animated animatronics, it's a little o*belch*ld hat to me. In any case, I don't feel like messing with you guys right now, so I just hooked up a perpetual energy battery to the power supply, and I'm keeping the doors locked right now. So you can stare at me all you want, you weird failure turkey, you aren't coming in til six," Rick said as he looked at Chica staring at him from the window.

Bonnie and Freddy looked at each other. "Well… this is… unprecedented," Bonnie said.

"…Bonnie, have everyone meet me downstairs," Freddy finally said.

"Wait… you mean…" Bonnie finally began stammer.

"Yes, it's time to dust off the War Room."

Rick watched as the fail duck and the blue muskrat retreated with the bear behind the curtains. Rick smugly leaned back in his chair, kicking his feet up on the desk.

"VVVVVii*hic*ctory!" he exclaimed as he downed the rest of his flask, before finally passing out and falling from his desk. Had he remained conscious a little while longer, he might have noticed all the cameras being cut from the power grid…

Present day

Foxy kicked down the door to the garage, interrupting Freddy and Morty's talk.

"Yeargh, we have to go, now! He's on to us!" Foxy exclaimed, all while grabbing onto Summer's hair with his claw hand.

"Balls! Captain Foxy, each of you takes a family member and get out of here! Divert their attention, hold them off as long as possible!" Freddy ordered. "Aye-aye, general!" Foxy saluted with his hook. With each of the animatronics carrying a relative, the all rushed out of the house. In the distance, Morty could make out the sound of an engine starting up.

"Yeargh, all right ya land lubbers! Git into that thar landcraft, yeargh!" Foxy exclaimed.

"R-r-right, sure thing Mr. Fox," Jerry said as they approached the enchilada truck, which had been retrofitted with barbed wire and steel plates.

"Why the heck did you guys choose a food truck for a getaway vehicle? Beth asked as they approached the back. "It's not exactly inconspicuous."

"Aargh, shut yer filthy mouth, ya smarmy wench!" Foxy screeched.

"Hey, no one talks to my wife like that!" Jerry finally said, trying to puff out his chest. He was about to try and lay into the fox when the chicken opened the back end of the truck, and something tumbled out the back. It looked like some kind of… kangaroo. When it fell out, however, the face turned over to reveal two human eyes popping out of the mask. The family screamed at the sight.

"BONNIE, CHICA, SHUT THEM UP BEFORE THEY ATTRACT ANY MORE ATTENTION!" Foxy screamed.

The family was roughly pushed into the back of the truck while Foxy ran around and took the wheel. As he prepared to burn rubbed, the ominous sound of cackling filled his auditory sensors. Looking up at the dashboard, he saw the figure leap onto the hood of his truck.

"I SAID IT BEFORE, AND I'll SAY IT AGAIN! YOU CAN RUN, BUT YOU CAN'T HIDE, BITCH!"

Foxy screamed, and slammed the truck into reverse, the tires of the truck squealing as they shook off the lawyer-friendly caricature and drove into the darkness.

Freddy pressed his ear against the side of the garage door, sighing in relief as the food truck made its getaway.

"Alright, that should buy us some time. Now, kid, where does your grandpa keep his useful stuff?" Freddy said as he started rummaging through the boxes on the shelf.

"Uh, wh-wh-wait, who's "them?" You did say "them," right? Who else is following you?" Morty asked.

"Jesus, kid, you ask a lot of stupid questions. When we started pressuring your grandpa, he… called some backup. As I said, we got to get gone tonight!"

"I-I-I don't know. It sure sounds like all he did was keep you from getting him. That doesn't sound so horrible," Morty stammered.

Freddy ran a paw down his face. "You are one thick kid, huh? You wouldn't have happened to… nah, that was way to long ago. Alright, fine, things really started to get hairy the next night…"