Hey guys! Like I promised, I'm updating this story! I really got on a roll with this chapter so it's longer than normal. I feel like this could be one of the best chapters I've written for any one of the fanfiction chapters I've written.
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"You have my number. Call me if anything happens ok?" Fritz frowned as Jeremy waved him off. He hadn't heard anything good about this restaurant. The old location was simply left to rot in down in Portland, and that concerned the off duty cop. Using his sources back at the police station, he had discovered that five kids had been murdered there, and that Fazbear entertainment had payed the media, the Portland police, and the family of the unfortunate children.
The murderer hadn't been caught, and the only evidence that they found that the man had even existed was the fact that an old costume that the original Freddy animatronic from 'FredBear's Family Diner'. The ancient suit had decayed over the many years since it's time the endoskeleton had been removed from it.
Reports from the maintenance workers on the suit revealed that it was now a disgusting gold color. This coined the child murder as the 'Golden Freddy Killer'. The police believed that it was the same man who had killed the original owner's child, ten years prior to the Golden Freddy murders in the 1960s. Fritz was even more disgusted at the fact that the killer had stuffed the bodies into the old animatronics. He was even more amazed that people didn't think to look there before.
Coming back to the present, now the cop's crippled friend was going to work at the same restaurant where the Golden Freddy Killer had ran rampant. This was not okay with him, but he kept his mouth shut. The murders had happened years ago back in 1987, along with 'the Bite' incident days later with an animatronic known as Foxy the Pirate. That was still in the past though and it seemed Fazbear Entertainment had cleaned up their act. They had retired the old animatronics and revived the temporary replacements they had back in the day. The 'Toy' series is what Fritz had found in his research.
These 'Toys' were linked into a criminal database on child predators, to protect the kids and the restaurant from any danger. This was one of the few thing's that the company did that that Fritz approved of. At least it made his buddy's job safer right?
He sighed as he watched his college buddy crutch over to the double door, open it, and disappear into it's depths. He put his car into drive, sent one last glance at the pizzeria, then drove off to get some sleep before he would have to take over care for his new daughter from his wife.
Jeremy was still in shock that he had landed this gig. He was missing the lower part of his right leg for Christ's sake! This smelt a little fishy,but the ex-cop needed the money pretty bad, if he wanted the prosthetic leg so he could have some semblance of normalcy.
He crutched by the register, must've been a new model, because the thing still shined. Jeremy passed the entrance to the show area, and glanced at the animatronics. All three were on the show stage, staring blankly ahead, like he assumed they always did when the pizzeria was closed.
Toy Freddy was the lead singer, and stood slightly ahead of the other two. The bear had a microphone in his right hand and a red striped top hat on his head. Oddly enough, there were button and a bowtie present in his front regardless that he wasn't wearing any clothes over his brown front. This seemed really stupid to the injured man, but hey, the kids liked it.
Toy Bonnie, even in his/her powered off state (Jeremy couldn't tell if said animatronic was a guy or a girl.), had the cheshire cat smile plastered on the robot bunny's face. It held a custom Dean VMNTX Dave Mustaine guitar clutched in it's robotic paws. It looked like it was real, so maybe the animatronics actually did preform? Most other restaurants just had them go through the motions while the music was played from a speaker.
Toy Chica was the most different from her older counterpart. With a feminine figure instead of the 'rounder' shape that the original Chica had. The toy animatronic wore a bib with 'Lets Party!' scrawled across it. The robot chicken held a plate in its right hand, with a fake cupcake balanced on it. Oddly enough, the cupcake seemed to have eyes as well.
Something inside of the amputee caught and held very still. A chill ran through the man's spine. Now with a lingering sense of unknow dread, Jeremy continued around the corner, passing the Parts and Service, and heading down to the office where he would start his shift.
The office was a mess. Crumpled up wrappers and old security reports littered the desk in which he laid his crutches. The walls were covered with old drawings of the animatronics that the kids had no doubt drawn. Some of them depicted an odd golden looking bear singing to the children. Jeremy had never seen or heard of a gold bear but he chalked it up to being one of the new animatronics that he hadn't had the chance to see yet.
The office had one large opening in the front, it looked like double doors used to be placed here. Uncovered vents were located on each side of the office. Why they had no grate covering said air vents was something the ex-cop would never know.
The amputee looked at his watch. 11:55. His shift would start in five minutes then last till six'oclock. Sure was a good thing that there was a coffee machine sitting in easy reach from his rolling chair. The tablet that he had been instructed had been rigged to watch the cameras, and only the cameras, sat on the desk a few inches away from the edge of the table.
Jeremy picked up the tablet and began idly flipping through the cameras. There was a light rigged up to each camera allowing the contents of said rooms to be visible, but the light was limited and oddly enough ran on the same C batteries that his flashlight did. The guard would have to remove the batteries from the flashlight and insert them into a mechanism on the the wall to allow the light to be shined.
The set up seemed oddly bizarre to the amputee. Why weren't the camera lights powered from the building like the cameras were? Even more odd was the fact that the vents had light switches above them that shined into the vent with a bright LED lights. Why? What was the point? It wasn't like anything was going to come slinking through the vent to come and get him right?
Still bewildered by the oddities of this, and still somehow spooked by the animatronics. Jeremy nearly jumped out of his skin when the phone began to ring. The ex-guard grumbled as he searched for the phone, only he found the machine with no receiver attached.
"Uh, hello? Hello, hello? Uh, hello and welcome to your new summer job at the new and improved Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. Uh, I'm here to talk you through some of the things you can expect to see during your first week here and to help you get started down this new and exciting career path. Uh, Don't bother answering this, uh, I'll just talk you through it."
"Ok, that's cool I guess." the ex-cop began, before he realised that the man on the other side couldn't hear him. He facepalmed himself before going back to paying attention to the guy on the phone. Heh, the Phone Guy is what the he decide to call the nervous man.
"Uh, now, I want you to forget anything you may have heard about the old location, you know. Uh, some people still have a somewhat negative impression of the company. Uh... that old restaurant was kind of left to rot for quite a while, but I want to reassure you, Fazbear Entertainment is committed to family fun and above all, safety. They've spent a small fortune on bringing back these older animatronics, uh, facial recognition, advanced mobility, they even let them walk around during the day. Isn't that neat?"
Jeremy had witnessed first hand the animatronics walking around, and he couldn't say that he was exactly comfortable with the idea. There was just something about them that just creeped the guard out.
"But most importantly, they're all tied into some kind of criminal database, so they can detect a predator a mile away. Heck, we should be paying them to guard you."
The crippled man scoffed at this, they were just robots, clunky and uncoordinated. He doubted that they could do more than warn him that there was a burglar or somthing in the building, but still it would be nice have three extra pairs of eyes in the building.
"Uh, now that being said, no new system's without its... kinks. Uh... you're only the second guard to work at that location. Uh, the first guy finished his week, but complained about... conditions. Uh, we switched him over to the day shift, so hey, lucky you, right? Uh mainly he expressed concern that certain characters seemed to move around at night, and even attempted to get into his office. Now, from what we know, that should be impossible. Uh, that restaurant should be the safest place on earth. So while our engineers don't really have an explanation for this, the working theory is that... the robots were never given a proper "night mode". So when it gets quiet, they think they're in the wrong room, so then they go try to find where the people are, and in this case, that's your office. So our temporary solution is this: there's a music box over by the Prize Counter, and it's rigged to be wound up remotely. So just, every once in a while, switch over to the Prize Counter video feed and wind it up for a few seconds."
Jeremy raised an eyebrow at this. This explanation seemed like it had a lot of holes in it, but for now he would go along with it. The man flicked the camera over to the prize counter video feed. Just as the man said, there was an option to 'Wind the Music Box', which had wound down to the halfway mark according to the meter next to the button. He wound it up full before focusing his attention on the phone call again.
"It doesn't seem to affect all of the animatronics, but it does affect... one of them. Uh, and as for the rest of them, we have an even easier solution. You see, there may be a minor glitch in the system, something about robots seeing you as an endoskeleton without his costume on, and wanting to stuff you in a suit. Um, now, that wouldn't be so bad if the suits themselves weren't filled with crossbeams, wires, and animatronic devices, especially around the facial area. So, you could imagine how having your head forcefully pressed inside one of those could cause a bit of discomfort...and death. Uh, the only parts of you that would likely see the light of day again would be your eyeballs and teeth when they pop out the front of the mask, heh."
The ex-cop rolled his eyes at the obvious joke, Phone Guy was obviously thinking he was really clever right now. Stuff him into a suit? Yeah right. But there was something about how the nervous man spoke that lead Jeremy to keep on listening.
"So hey, we've given you an empty Freddy Fazbear head, problem solved! You can put it on anytime, and leave it on for as long as you want. It should fool the characters into thinking you're one of them! Eventually anything that wandered in, will wander back out."
He idly opened one of the drawers in the desk and found the empty costume head that Phone Guy had spoken of. The crippled man was mildly surprised that they had gone that far with the joke. The ex-cop jokingly slid the head over his own, almost like a ski mask. It was difficult to breath and the eyes of the mask didn't provide much in the vision department.
"Uh, something else worth mentioning is kind of the modern design of the building. You may have noticed there are no doors for you to close, heh. But hey, you have a light! And even though your flashlight can run out of power, the building cannot. So, don't worry about the place going dark. Well, I think that's it. Uh, you should be golden. Uh, check the lights, put on the Freddy head if you need to, uh, keep the music box wound up, piece of cake. Have a good night, and I'll talk to you tomorrow."
"I'm sure you will, asshole." It wasn't like Jeremy to swear so much, but he was a little bit angry about the whole prank thing. There was hardly any useful information in that call, no information about why the building was set up like it was, were the blind spots in the cameras were, and anything else that could have possibly helped him.
The night guard switched the camera over to the Show Stage. Idly watching the two animatronics that were lined up on the stage… Wait, two? Weren't there three? Toy Bonnie wasn't on the stage!?
With a slight panic, Jeremy switched through each camera till he found the the animatronic is one of the party rooms, guitar on all, staring at the camera with its mouth open like it was singing. The crippled man's panic rose then, dropped as he realised the Phone Guy had warned him about this. Maybe not all of that call was a joke.
He switched over to the Prize Counter feed to wind the music box up, and briefly glanced at the Freddy head sitting on the table. The ex-cop figured that he might as well keep it on hand if the rest of the Phone Guy's call wasn't a joke. He returned his attention back to the camera and switched back to the party room. The robot was still there, staring creepily into the camera.
Jeremy stared at the bunny for at least fifteen minutes, before winding the music box back up again. He briefly switched back over to the Show Stage again only to see that only Toy Freddy was still present on the stage. The night guard swore at his inattentiveness, and flicked through the cameras, looking for the animatronic chicken.
The amputee found the bird in the north hallway staring at the camera. Her bright blue eyes focused on the lens and her beak was curved into what must've been it's impression of a smile, and it unnerved the man watching. Flicking back to the party room, he almost fell out of his chair as the bunny's face took up the entire view of the camera.
The now panicking man checked his watch, it was 2:45. Just three more hours till he could get out of this place. He kept his focus on switching between the two animatronics. It was only thirty minutes later when he started to hear a faint jack-in-the-box tune, looping over and over again. The Music box! Jeremy had forgotten to wind that accursed music box!
The night guard had flipped the camera over to the Prize Corner, just in time to see a lanky figure emerge from a giant box. It was mostly black, but had white buttons covering his front and stripes running horizontally up its arms and legs. It wore a mask, with a permanent grin present on its face.
It stepped out of the box and began to stare, not at the camera, but through the camera and right at the scared man's eyes. White pinpricks of light shone in it's hollow eyes. Without breaking eye contact it climbed out of the box it was confined in.
The creature began floating gently and slowly from the Prize Corner, and out of the night guards view. Eyes wide and mouth dry, the injured man tracked the 'thing' through the pizzeria, through the arcade, the main room, and into the hallway. Jeremy's heart nearly stopped as the jack-in-the-box tune died out and all was quiet in the restaurant.
The ex-cop didn't move an inch in fear, mind and heart no racing at an irregular rhythm. Then he quickly and clumsily grabbed ahold of the the Freddy head and slipped it over his own, his own heavy breaths were the only sound in the silent pizzeria. A shaky hand grasped at the flashlight and shone it down the hallway. Illuminated just behind the doorway was the creature.
The flashlight dropped from the frightened guard's hand as the thing stepped into the room. It was easily seven feet tall, and it's limbs were skinny, almost like pipe. The hands were huge and clawed, Jeremy found himself switching his gaze from the hands to the hollow eyes.
"Take that mask off, it doesn't fool me like it fools the others."
The feminine voice made the man flinch. The thing can talk, and where did the voice come from ?! The mouth didn't move. It was just a robot right? Jeremy was beginning to doubt that any of the animatronics were 'just' robots. They couldn't be after their actions at night. Maybe he should've took Phone Guy's warnings more seriously.
WIth shaky hands, the guard removed the Freddy head, placing it on the desk with a thump. The creatures eyes lit up with that white light again before it approached with the same odd floating it had demonstrated before. The amputee held his breath as it approached.
"So you're the new night guard then? My name is Mary. The person who built me all those years ago thought it would be funny to name a marionette that."
The night guard just stared at the newly named Mary. The tone wasn't threatening, in fact it was almost friendly. The marionette, as it called itself, stretched out a clawed hand in the gesture of a handshake. The amputee just looked at the hand for a solid minute, before grasping it with his own trembling hand.
"Uh, My name is Jeremy Fitzgerald."
Mary nodded, creepy smile still in place, "A pleasure to meet you I'm sure." It's grip was gentle, inspite of it's monstrous appearance. Jeremy tried to gather his wits, it seemed for the moment that Mary wasn't going to try to kill him.
The lanky puppet pulled a chair from the other side of the office and pulled it next to the night guard's. She sat down and gestured for Jeremy to pick up the tablet, which had been dropped upon her appearance in the office.
The crippled man picked up the table hesitantly before scrolling through the feed. Both Chica and Bonnie crouched next to the vents in the other party rooms. The guard then realised why exactly they had the lights posted above the vents in his office. The animatronics would travel through said vents to get to him.
"Don't worry, they are friendly just like I am."
It was that moment that Jeremy Fitzgerald, ex-cop turned night guard, and gun shot survivor was going to have a very stressed out night job for the foreseeable future.
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