Warning: This story contains Blood and Gore, Violence, Dark Themes including (but not limited to) Suicide and Murder, Drugs and Alcohol, Reference to PTSD, and Coarse Language.
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So yeah, here's Night 1. Enjoy!
Chapter 2
12:00 am
Rachel was there at 11:57, since Mike had warned her to come early. She'd managed to snag a few hours of sleep before her shift, but she still felt a little drained; probably because she'd walked to the pizzeria. When she unlocked the door of the pizzeria and stepped inside, a chill went down her spine. The place just seemed so…empty, compared to the day. Earlier there had been children screaming and plates breaking and all other sorts of things, but now there was just…silence.
Not surprisingly, all the lights were currently out. The only source of light was the small amount filtering through the grimy windows from the street lights. Rachel wasn't afraid of the dark; she just hated it. Whenever she looked at a darkened hallway, all she could think of was the Purple Man, shuffling forward with the rusty knife clutched in his hand.
A beep from her watch told her it was now 11:59. Sighing, Rachel started walking over to the Security Office, stealing a glance at the animatronics, their plastic eyes staring into nothingness. Walking down the hallway, Rachel could see two blinking red lights up ahead of her. As she came closer and her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she realised that they were security cameras.
It wasn't as if cameras were unusual in a place like this, but something about them put her off. Why here, of all places? She'd noticed a few when she'd come here to see Mike, but the hallways leading to the Security Office shouldn't have been a problem. She shook her head as she neared the Office; it didn't matter, she just needed to do her job.
The office was surprisingly small; it was really just a desk, some monitors and a chair. Rachel looked at the setup, bewildered at the size of the room. The decorations of the room consisted of a replica of Chica's cupcake facing the place where the night guard would sit, and a poster of the three animatronics performing on stage, reading 'CELEBRATE!'
There were two buttons on the sides of the entrances, one reading 'LIGHT' and the other reading 'DOOR'. However, when Rachel pressed it nothing happened.
"What the…" Frustrated, she continued to press the button over and over, not noticing as her watch began to beep, signalling the start of her shift.
Instantly the next time she pressed the button, a heavy metal door slammed down from the top of the doorway, causing her to jump back.
"Holy shit!" Rachel shrieked as the door slam echoed through the pizzeria. "Why the fuck do you exist?" The door just didn't make sense, in a place like this. The only things she could think of which this could possibly exist to repel was; well, they were on the stage. Rachel looked nervously at the poster of the animatronics, and a new feeling overtook her.
Suddenly, she heard the sound of a phone ringing in the Office. She frowned as she looked around the source, finally seeing the tape player on the desk.
"Hello, hello?"
"Hello?" Rachel said, before remembering that she was listening to a tape recorder. "Uh, I wanted to record a message for you, to help you get settled in on your first night." She opened the door and noticed the tablet next to the tape player, picking it up. "Um, I actually worked in that office before you. I'm finishing up my last week now, as a matter of fact. So, I know it can be a bit overwhelming, but I'm here to tell you that there's nothing to worry about. Uh, you'll do fine. So let's just focus on getting you through your first week. Okay?"
"M'kay." Rachel muttered, not really paying attention as she pressed the 'ON button', her eyes widening as she realised she was looking at the Show Stage through the camera system. "Huh, cool."
"Uh, let's see, first there's an introductory greeting from the company that I'm supposed to read. Um, 'Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, a magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life. Fazbear Entertainment is not responsible for damage to property of person. Upon discovering that damage or death has occurred, a missing person report will be filed within 90 days, or as soon as property and premises have been thoroughly cleaned and bleached, and the carpets have been replaced.'"
"What?" Rachel sat down in the seat and stared at the tape player, frowning. "You've gotta be joking."
"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, but do I blame them? No." She tilted her head at that, wondering what he meant. "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."
"Yeah, okay that's true." She admitted quietly as she flicked through the cameras. "Huh, the Kitchen CAM is broken."
"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. Uh…Something about their servos locking up if they get turned off for too long."
"That explains the doors." Rachel muttered, staring at the buttons on both sides of the room. "Uh, they used to be allowed to walk around during the day, too. But then there was The Bite of 87. Yeah. I-It's amazing that the human body can live without the frontal lobe, you know?" She leaned forward at what he said. "Bite of-what? Frontal lobe? The fuck?"
"Uh, now concerning your safety, the only real risk to you as a night watchman here, if any, is the fact that these characters, uh, if they happen to see you after hours, probably won't recognize you as a person. They'll p-most likely see you as a metal endoskeleton without its costume on. Now since that's against the rules here at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, they'll probably try to…forcefully stuff you inside a Freddy Fazbear suit."
"Well, that's some pretty shit AI." Rachel said, beginning to realise where this was going. "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." She continued going through the cameras, coming to the little stage with the curtains, labelled as Pirate's Cove. "Wait, so I could die on this job?" She yelled angrily. "Fuck you, Phone Man!"
"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." Rachel banged her head against the desk.
"Really? You think this is funny?!"
"Y-Yeah, they don't tell you these things when you sign up."
"No shit."
"But hey, first day should be a breeze. I'll chat with you tomorrow. Uh, check those cameras, and remember to close the doors only if absolutely necessary. Gotta conserve power. Alright, good night."
The tape player stopped and Rachel growled.
"Told me about my upcoming death, and did it with a smile on his face, too. Jerk." She began looking at the cameras again, and her heart froze for a beat as she saw the power bar. 76%. "What?! I haven't used that much-oh, the cameras and the fucking door." She noticed a second bar below it, labelled 'Usage'. There were two coloured bars symbolising the Usage, and Rachel looked around in confusion. Clearly one of the things using the power was the tablet, but she couldn't see the other thing…until she saw the fan.
"Fucking hell." Rachel muttered as she realised how much power was being wasted. She stood up and pulled the plug out of the wall, grinning as the blades began to slow down. "That's better." She giggled, turning on the tablet and looking at the Usage bar, seeing that there was only one bar. She flicked over to the Show Stage CAM, and her heart skipped a beat. Bonnie was missing from the stage. Chica and Freddy were still there, but she doubted they would remain for long.
Suddenly, loud and rapid footsteps were approaching the Office from the left hall, thumping heavily through the corridor.
"Shit!" Rachel exclaimed, shutting the door just in time as Bonnie flung himself into it, causing it to shake. The rabbit looked delirious, his plastic eyes missing and revealing his mechanical, glowing red eyes. He beat his fists into the metal over and over again, like a literal killing machine. "How long can you keep this up?" She asked him, and for a moment he actually paused. Suddenly, his gaze snapped to her through the thick glass window.
"S-S-S-STAY FOR A-AS LONG AS YOU W-WANT, KIDS!" He said, his voice heavily glitched and distorted. "I-I-IT'S ALL F-F-FUN AND GAMES HERE A-AT-T F-FREDDY'S!" Then his attention went back to the door, and knocking it down. Rachel sighed, and jolted when she heard clattering from the Kitchen. Quickly, she slammed the right door as Chica clumsily ran towards the Office. The chicken pressed her face to the window, grinning like a maniac.
"H-H-H-HEY THERE, KIDS! L-L-LET'S EAT-T!"
Rachel backed away as Chica continued to spew her pre-recorded lines.
"No thanks, not interested." She said frantically, eyeing the Power, which was creeping dangerously close to zero. Suddenly, Chica formed her hand into a fist, and began to punch the glass. The barrier began to shake, and a small spider-web of cracks was beginning to grow from the centre.
"Shit!" Rachel fumbled in her jacket pocket, and pulled out a grey box. It was the music box; it had hardly changed over the past 10 years, and the mini ballerina still looked good as new as she pulled it open. She grabbed the key and twisted it several times, as My Grandfather Clock began to chime. "Come on, come on." She tapped her foot impatiently as the animatronics continued to try and force their way into the room.
Come on, Rachel. Where do you want to go?
The power meter was only at 6%, and Bonnie seemed to know it as he started punching faster, draining power as he did so.
Come on, you need to hide. Where can you hide, where the cameras can't see you?
Chica's fist smashed through the glass, the shards clinking as they bounced on the floor. Rachel cried out in pain as one of them sliced her cheek, breaking her concentration.
Shit, the Kitchen! No, Pirate Cove! Wait, there could be someone else in there…
Chica's hand began to feel around the room, and managed to smack the door button, causing the massive metal barrier to rise up.
The Bathrooms! Yes, the Bathrooms! Come on, come on!
At that moment the power went out, leaving Rachel completely defenceless as Bonnie stooped over to enter the room. Chica's hand stretched out to grab Rachel, and she closed her eyes, clutching the music box and the tablet, waiting for the worst. But the chicken's hand never made contact with her. As she opened her eyes, Rachel realised she wasn't in the Office anymore; she was in one of the bathroom stalls.
There were cries of outrage from the animatronics, as they realised their prey had disappeared. A set of footsteps, likely Chica, trudged out of the Office, passing the Bathrooms. Rachel took out the music box, and gave it a small kiss.
"God, I love this thing." The box's volume had been decreased to the point that you could stand right next to it and hear hardly anything, but in the bathroom stall she could hear the notes just fine.
Bonnie's footsteps could be heard going other way, thumping rapidly as he headed back, probably to the Show Stage. Rachel knew she couldn't stay in the Bathrooms forever, as Chica would likely be returning soon. However, the teleportation had drained her, even with the help of the music box. The first and last time she had attempted teleportation without the music box…she shuddered as she tried to focus on the current situation. She didn't want to think about last time.
She had two options: Either wait out the next 5 and a half hours in the bathroom, or try to move to a more secure location, but risk getting caught during the trip. Rachel looked at the music box in her hand, and made up her mind. The Bathroom wasn't going to hide her for long. Maybe if she could make it too the Dining Area and lure out both Bonnie and Chica, she could return to the Office to wait the night out. She doubted that they would try to search for her there, since the power was out. Perhaps she could even trap them.
Rachel exited the bathroom stall, and peeked around the corner. It looked like Bonnie had been pissed off by her teleportation; he'd flipped a table, and all the party hats which had earlier sat on top of it had been knocked off. Chica was making noise in the Kitchen, and Freddy still stood motionless on the stage. Bonnie's footsteps pounded down the other hallway, and he reached the Office. She'd need a pretty damn good distraction.
Quietly she ran to the Dining Room, just as Chica emerged from the Kitchen. The chicken let out a guttural screech, and suddenly Bonnie turned back the other way, running back to the Dining Room. Smiling as Chica chased her, Rachel flicked her fingers at her. The table Bonnie had flipped over suddenly threw itself at the animatronic, hitting her hard in the head and causing her to fall over. At that moment Bonnie exited the hall, screeching angrily. Rachel grinned as she ran towards the rabbit, jumping onto a table and springing off of it, as she kicked him in the face. The bunny went flying, his eyes briefly glitching back to his plastic ones before shifting back to demonic red, as his limbs flailed randomly, Rachel laughing as he did so.
But the victory was short lived, as two massive yellow arms pulled her backwards in a crushing bear hug.
"C-C-COME ON, LET-T-T'S EA-T-T!" She turned around to see Chica's beak literally centimetres away from her face. The chicken's head twitched sporadically as she opened her beak to crush it down on her skull. Rachel kicked and struggled as she was pushed closer and closer into Chica's waiting mouth.
But as the chicken prepared to bite down, her grasp loosened and Rachel fell out of her hands. Chica stared in confusion at her escaped prey, who had sprouted two massive angel wings from her back. She was now struggling to stand up after both the wings and teleportation, but she still managed to grin and flip the chicken off.
Roaring Chica rushed forward to grab her, but Rachel flew over her, pulling her head down as she returned to the ground. In one swift motion, one of her wings slammed down onto both of the chicken's feet, completely slicing them off, before retracting into her back.
"Don't worry, I'm sure they'll put them back on right away." She grinned cheekily as she walked away. "Special place in the hearts of children and all, huh?" Chica began to spurt lines of nonsense as Rachel began to walk down the West Hall. Bonnie had begun to stand up, his head shaking uncontrollably from side to side.
"H-HI T-THERE! I'M B-B-B-BON-N-NIE THE BU-UNNY-Y-Y!" His voice was barely understandable as he raced after her. Rachel snapped her fingers, and the posters and children's drawings on the walls began to fall like leaves, temporarily blocking his field of view. With only about 4 seconds to work, she opened the door next to her, revealing the restaurant's Supply Closet. She banged against the wall on the inside a few times, before running to the Office. Naturally Bonnie followed the larger noise, and barrelled into the Supply Closet. Rachel sprinted out of the Office to the Supply Closet, grinning as she dropped the deadbolt. Angry screams were heard from the inside as Bonnie beat against the door.
Sighing, she returned to the Office falling into the chair. She glanced at her watch, and almost yelled. It was still only 12:36 am, and Rachel sunk into the chair upon the realisation. Automatically as she told herself she wanted to sleep, she pulled out the music box and turned the key eighty-seven times; this would make it play for at least 4 hours. And as the volume of the box returned to normal, she was asleep before she knew it.
xXx
Mike rolled his eyes when he arrived at the Office at 7 am. Rachel was still fast asleep, cradling the music box in her arms. He had half a mind to wake her up and scold her for sleeping on the job, but then remembered who she was; if she left, it was all over. Sighing he headed to his office, listening as the notes of the music box faded away.
As soon as he'd arrived, the cleaners who came every 6 am pelted him with complaints. The Dining Room looked like a bomb had gone off in it, and Chica had been found without her legs, her attempts to walk leaving massive scrapes over the tiles. And not only were all the posters and drawings strewn all over the ground, but Bonnie had been locked inside the Supply Closet. The door was now dented, and the fabric around his metal hands had been worn away by the constant punching. And also, both animatronics had strange footprints on their bodies, which matched perfectly to Rachel's.
But really, Mike was actually pretty impressed with her. He'd never seen a night guard who'd completely disabled the animatronics, or even left the Office during the night. Then again, the logs told him she'd run out of Power by 12:27. He was going to need to see the camera footage to understand that.
Meanwhile Backstage, Chica, Bonnie and Freddy were stowed as they were repaired. It turned out that Freddy's costume had been damaged by Rachel's wings as she struggled against Chica, so the three of them were all together.
"How did you fail to catch her?" The bear asked angrily. He didn't speak in his pre-recorded lines, nor in the glitched tone that Bonnie and Chica had used last night. "I believe I said to go full on. I said 'Night 7 tactics, if you would.' Those were my exact words. So what happened?" Both of the others knew that to cross Freddy was to attempt suicide. But Bonnie was angry after last night.
"She's different from the others." He growled, speaking regularly like Freddy. The said bear raised an eyebrow, frowning. "How so?" He asked, and Chica spoke up.
"She had these powers." She explained. "I smashed the window and opened my door, and right after that the Power went out, so Bonnie got in too. I would have gotten her, but right before I could touch her, she just-Poof!" She spread out her hands when she said it, and Bonnie nodded vigorously. "She literally just disappeared, Freddy. Disappeared. She there one moment, and the next she was gone. There wasn't even like a puff of smoke or something. There was no trace of her!"
Before Freddy could say anything, Chica started talking again.
"Then she flung a table at me without touching it!"
"Yeah, then she made all the posters fall!" Bonnie added. "Oh yeah, and she grew a pair of wings and cut Chica's feet off!" The bear pondered this for a moment, then went through the pizzeria's database in his head. He pulled up the camera footage of last night and watched, cringing as Rachel disabled both Bonnie and Chica, then retreated to the un-powered Office for the rest of the night. After he was done, he started scanning her face, running it through his database.
"Her name is Rachel Adams." He said, after several long minutes of silence. "She's the one, definitely." Bonnie frowned.
"What else does it say about her?" He asked. "According to this, she's 18 years old. Was in a car crash the day…the day it happened." An uncomfortable silence settled over the room, before Freddy spoke again. "She was the only survivor. Later diagnosed with Survivor's Syndrome, PTSD, Depression and Anxiety, also noted to be Suicidal…" He paused for a moment. "No criminal record."
"…That's it?" Chica asked, and Freddy nodded to confirm.
"Yeah, that's it." Bonnie looked at the ground, and the bear sighed as he could tell what they were thinking. "Listen, don't worry. We've got 6 more nights, and there'll be three of you tonight." The rabbit made a snorting noise, scowling.
"You're assuming that he'll cooperate with using Night 7 tactics." He pointed out, and Freddy chuckled.
"Foxy may be a pirate, but he knows what's important." Chica shrugged, swinging her legs from the table she was sitting on, her feet yet to be reattached.
"We don't know what else she can do. For all we know she might be able to summon giant swords." It wasn't really a joke, and it didn't help to lighten the mood. They all froze as Mike walked into the room. There was no point in freezing; he knew that they were sentient, and Chica's legs were still swinging anyway.
"I'll give you five minutes." He said quietly, before leaving. They didn't say anything for a while. Freddy moved, to leave, opening the door.
"Oh, before I go," He said with one foot out the door. "You could always cut the Power." Before the others could say anything, the door closed.
