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"So you and the others aren't going to attack me?" Jeremy must've asked Mary this question ten times since the marionette had revealed herself to the nightguard. The feminine animatronic sighed, "No, Jeremy, none of us want to hurt you. Chica and Bonnie just wanted to scare you some." Jeremy turned to the eternally smiling face with an eyebrow raised. "Why haven't they approached the room yet?"
The puppet's clawed hand reached behind her head to scratch it, "The others aren't as used to humans as I am. Freddy, Balloon Boy, and the Mangle are sleeping still, you might meet them tomorrow." The human nodded mutely, this was still way too much for him. He was almost sure that he was dreaming, but when he pinched himself he felt the pain and he didn't wake up so then this was real then right?
The night guard felt Mary fidget as she tried to come up with a new topic of conversation. "So…" the animatronic started hesitantly, "What happened to your leg?" Jeremy frowned, but it was a valid question and the puppet had been nothing if not friendly. "I… I got shot. Twice. The doctors had to amputate it because the bone had been severed for too long and we were caught up in traffic, or at least that's what my partner had told me. It was either cut my leg off or let me die."
It was still a sore subject for the ex-cop, four and almost a half months ago his life with the police force had abruptly ended. All that work for the law enforcement degree, all that work in training and it was pointless now. He was soon to be just another disabled person living off of welfare and social security. He hated that. Jeremy's father, Patrick Fitzgerald, had always taught him growing up that a man should always work for what he got and why should he have to give up his money to a man who refused to work. While the injured man knew it wasn't his fault that he was going to be on welfare, he felt like he was betraying his father.
Jeremy shook his head. No, he had a job. He was still contributing to the local economy. The injured man felt a little better. He wasn't just drifting on the efforts of others. He was-
"Hey, you still alive there?"
The night guard snapped back to the present. Mary had place one, large clawed hand on his shoulder. It was surprisingly soft, maybe the animatronics were made out of some shiny fabric rather than plastic?
"Y-yeah, I was just thinking about… stuff" The guard finished lamely. He could feel the marionette squeeze his shoulder in a comforting gesture. "Hey," Mary began softly, " just because you're less than whole doesn't mean you're dead weight." The wide eyed cop nodded. He opened his mouth to respond, but no sound came out. The puppet chuckled at the fish like response.
Any other conversation was cut off by a clunking sound coming from the right vent. In a mild panic, despite what Mary had told him earlier. He reached over to the light switch above the vent and hit the switch. The LED light erupted into the vent, making the inside visible.
"What's up?"
The voice was surprisingly deep, almost like that guy from the internet that sang that one song… Chocolate Rain was it? Jeremy freezed as his eyes locked on Toy Bonnie's blue form. The bunny's grin was gone replace with a bored looking expression. The animatronic pulled itself out of the vent, revealing that it's true height to be around six feet. It ignored the guard as it walked up to a still giggling Mary.
"So this is our new guard, huh? Is he one that we need to… forcibly remove? There's still an empty costume in the back." The amputee's heart stopped at that statement. Mary just laughed, "Easy there, BonBon," The rabbit audibly growled at the nickname, "We don't need to hurt him, he's a good guy as far as I can tell." The newly dubbed 'BonBon' turned to face the night guard who was still frozen in fear.
Toy Bonnie smirked as he held his hand out. "Toy Bonnie at your service. And you are?" With no present threat the night guard began to adapt to the situation, he grasped at the hand with noticeably less trembling than before. "Jeremy Fitzgerald, I'm th-" the animatronic interrupted him with a wave of his paw. "Night guard I know, usually people run screaming out of here when after they meet 'Smiley' over there." Mary huffed as she turned away, "You're first one, beside for that other guy, that stayed this long. We don't like him though, there's something…" The toy struggled to find the word, "Off?" Mary had replied helpfully. The blue robot nodded gratefully, and continued, "So why haven't you ran away?"
Jeremy gave him the same blank look that the animatronic wore, and gestured to his missing appendage. The robot's eyes opened fully and mumbled a small apology. There was an awkward silence in the air that Mary felt like she had to break.
"So are you going to come back tomorrow?"
There was a hopeful undertone that was hard to miss, and so was Toy Bonnie unsuccessfully hidden glance. Were they really that lonely? I guess it made sense, they must've talked to each other and the others about every subject they could think of. The boredom must've been killer. He did need the money as well, and if what the Phone Guy said was true then they could actually make this job super easy.
"Yeah… I guess I will."
Toy Bonnie gave a smirk, and Mary clapped her hands together. Jeremy wasn't sure if he was making a mistake, but he felt like what his employer said was true 'He was the man for the job'. "That's good, god knows that one can listen to Toy Freddy drone on about how we should sing and stand during a performance for only so long."
Mary laughed as the bell tolled for six'oclock. The three said their goodbyes as the marionette grabbed the crutches for the injured man. He took them with thanks, and he looked up after making sure that his foot and crutches were firmly planted, he found then animatronics had disappeared.
The amputee rubbed his eyes, and looked again. Still gone. Maybe it was a hallucination?
Possible, but some how Jeremy knew that the supernatural events that had transpired were, in fact, real. It wasn't like he could tell anyone about this, because who would believe him? They would probably think that he was another medical patient who got addicted to their meds.
He passed the morning janitors, who were surprised to see him apparently. They had wide eyes, but they just went to sweeping. The night guard wasn't surprised, after all if what Toy Bonnie said was true, then they were probably used to seeing the pizzeria empty during the morning.
As he passed by the show stage, he glanced at the blue animatronic. He had the shit eating grin back on it's face, but he winked at Jeremy. The injured cop nodded in his direction before crutching his way over the double doors that served as the entrance.
He opened the door to find Fritz waiting for him. The man made his way over to the Camry and opened the door, threw his crutches inside, then hopped in as best as he could.
"How did it go?" Jeremy shrugged, he figured that in the interest of keeping himself out of an asylum, he shouldn't mention Toy Bonnie or Mary. "It was just a night guard job. Boring, and exhausting. Can we stop and get some food?"
Fritz laughed as they drove off towards the local Denny's. Maybe, the cop thought, I'm just over thinking this. The last murders took place over a decade ago. He looked in the rear view mirror at the restaurant in question, then glanced at his college friend. Maybe I should just let sleeping dogs lie…
Ashton Fazbear unlocked the front door of the pizzeria, it was roughly seven in the morning, and the night guard should have left about an hour ago. The older man stepped into the dark restaurant and strode into the show stage. Even the owner had to admit that the animatronics were creepy as hell at night. The trio weren't moving, but Ashton knew better, the three were watching him. The man kept on striding to the Prize Corner, where the music box was playing peacefully.
The aged man reached down and shut of the now revealed to be electric music box. There was a deafening silence, before the the lid of the gift box rose and Mary floated out. The pair remained quiet as the puppet cleared the box, and her spindly legs made a small clink as they made contact with the ground.
"Is he a person that we can trust?"
The puppet's eternal smile never broke as she leaned down closer to the owner of the restaurant. The puppet had never liked this man, after all it was his son that had murdered all those kids. Her older siblings had never been the same since. She possibly would have killed him and followed her older sibling's example, but he had told his son to leave and never come back.
The puppet was still disgusted, but he was needed if they didn't want to go back to the cold… dark… Ugh, she didn't even want to think of that cold hell and she was sure that none of the others wanted to endure that ever again.
The man that had came tonight was interesting, even with that injury he still exuded an air of confidence and kindness. Mary could understand the fear, sometimes her mask scared herself. The marionette supposed she could take it off so the others could read her expression, but this mask had been with her since the beginning.
The puppet mentally slapped herself, she needed to focus on the question. "Jeremy Fitzgerald," The animatronic began, "is a good guy as far as I can tell, but I'm pretty sure that the only reason he didn't run out the door was because of his… condition."
Mr. Fazbear nodded. He too had liked what he had seen of the ex-cop. "It isn't like he could protect this place as a night guard. What are you getting at hiring him?" Mary was curious. Why this particular man out of all the people that had applied for the job?
Ashton Fazbear only smiled in a way that reminded the marionette of his accursed son, the boy who wore nothing but purple. The owner of the pizzeria answered the question in a slow methodical voice.
"Because he is necessary."
"This page has been removed due to requests of Fazbear Entertainment." Jeremy Fitzgerald read aloud. He rubbed his head in frustration. This was the fifteenth result that had been 'removed due to requests of Fazbear Entertainment'. It made sense after he thought about it, why would you want the fact that your animatronics were sentient being common knowledge?
The injured man's eyes turned to his watch, it was 11:00, he would have to leave soon. He stood up from his couch and grabbed his crutches. His laptop and half-eaten dinner sitting next to each other on his coffee table. The night guard crutched out the door to catch the bus.
The bus was mostly empty since most people in their right mind were asleep at this time. The only other people that Jeremy could see was what looked like an old homeless man, and a teenage couple that really needed to learn that you only touched each other like that in private. They paid no attention to the legless man, preferring to eat some scavenged snack food, in the homeless man's case, or sucking face in the teenager's.
Eventually, the bus came to Jeremy's stop. With a thanks to the bus driver, he hopped off and headed down two blocks to reach the entrance to the pizzeria. The guard stopped in front of the entrance, fiddled with the keys before finding the right one and opening the door.
It was dark like it was the night before, the dim lights bathing the hallways in eerie light. The man ignored it and keeped on crutching his way to the office. He didn't even bother looking at the show stage, he already had their images burned into his mind.
Jeremy reached the office and sat down into the chair. His watch read 12:00, right on time. He checked the cameras, the trio were still on stage, and the music box was beginning to wind down. Suddenly the phone began ring. A prerecorded message just began to play just like the night before.
"Ah...hello, hello! Uh, see, I told you your first night wouldn't be a problem. You're a natural!
Uh, by now I'm sure you've noticed the older models sitting in the back room. Uh, those are from the previous location. We just use them for parts now. The idea at first was to repair them...uh, they even started retrofitting them with some of the newer technology, but they were just so ugly, you know? The smell...uh, so the company decided to go in a whole new direction and make them super kid-friendly. Uh, those older ones shouldn't be able to walk around, but if they do, the whole Freddy head trick should work on them too, so, whatever."
Intrigued, Jeremy switched his camera to the Parts and Service Room. It was pitch black inside., Jeremy pulled batteries out of his flashlight while the message kept on playing.
"Uh...heh...I love those old characters. Did you ever see Foxy the pirate? Oh wait, hold on...oh yeah, Foxy. Uh, hey listen, that one was always a bit twitchy, uh...I'm not sure the Freddy head trick will work on Foxy, uh. If for some reason he activates during the night and you see him standing at the far end of the hall, just flash your light at him from time to time. Those older models would always get disoriented with bright lights. It would cause a system restart, or something. Uh, come to think of it, you might want to try that on any room where something undesirable might be. It might hold them in place for a few seconds. That glitch might be in some of the newer models too."
That would've been more helpful if the animatronics were actually dangerous, but he already had interacted with two of them and so far they hadn't done anything that would betray the trust he had in them. With the batteries successfully placed in the mechanism, the night guard turned on the flashlight on in the back room.
…
Well, Bonnie had certainly seen better days. The purple rabbits right arm and his face were missing, as well as holes in his costume. Jeremy wondered if they were alive like their toy counterparts.
The night guard found Chica and Freddy in various states of disrepair as well, but no matter how much he scanned the feed, the ex-cop couldn't find the 'Foxy' animatronic.
"One more thing - don't forget the music box. I'll be honest, I never liked that puppet thing. It was always...thinking, and it can go anywhere...I don't think a Freddy mask will fool it, so just don't forget the music box."
"Too late again Phone Guy, I found that one out the hard way." Jeremy muttered under his breath. The distinct clicking of the music box struggling to play signified that he wouldn't be alone much longer.
Anyway, I'm sure it won't be a problem. Uh, have a good night, and talk to you tomorrow."
The tape had stopped for not even a minute before Mary floated into the office with a greeting, which Jeremy returned while glancing through the cameras. Toy Bonnie didn't seem like he wanted to play games tonight because he walked in a few minutes after the marionette entered.
It seemed that Toy Chica and Toy Freddy were still reluctant to come in the office,m but that was fine for the night guard. He was still getting used to the two that were his current companions.
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