Foxy hummed to herself as she leaned against the wall in her Cove. She had been waiting patiently for Scott to return. Whilst doing so, she thought about all of the fun things she'd be able to do with him once the power comes back on! Maybe she could tell some of her stories, or draw with him, or...
Ooh, maybe she could play some boardgames! Maybe something that'd allow five players so that everyone could play! She giggled to herself. Oh, so many options!
But, she also couldn't shake the bothersome fact that she knew this was going to happen. Rather, she had a feeling that the circuit breaker would give out. That poor thing was a decade old!
Oh, no matter. Scott'll fix it up in a jiffy!
And then, fun shall occur.
"Yes...", she said to herself as she turned, looking at the 'PLAY!' poster on the wall, depicting her face. "Fun will be had!"
Suddenly, a small bell was heard lightly ringing as the front doors opened.
"Scott?", she quickly asked, turning back around and facing the Cove's doorway, almost expecting the man to walk through. When that didn't happen, she approached the doorway and poked her head out of the Cove, looking towards the main entrance in curiosity.
However, whoever was standing at the door was not Scott.
She didn't know who it was, but it definitely wasn't him! He seemed much taller, lankier, and...
Angrier...
She almost wanted to call out to the man, but something told her not to. She had no idea who she was dealing with! For all she knew, this man could be dangerous! According to protocol, she needed the assistance of at least one other Toy if she wanted to properly deal with this potential threat...
She lowly growled, squinting. He could even be a predator...
Fritz looked around with a disinterested face as he inspected the restaurant's interior with his flashlight. Even though it was a little cleaner than he expected a ten-year-abandoned building to look like, it was...
"...About as dirty inside as it is outside too," he said to himself. "And even more creepy...", he soon added. He could've sworn he heard someone's voice. Not to mention... growling? Ugh.
"C'mon, Fritz, just keep it together...", he said quietly. "Just remember what corporate told you. Just check up on this place, then leave. Simple. Right." He sighed, before taking some steps forward. He shined his light this way and that, inspecting the place as he went. Foxy watched as he checked almost every inch of the room, before heading down a short hallway toward the Parts room.
"And there he goes," she muttered. She dipped back into her room, disconnecting her hook and reinstalling her hand. She took off her eyepatch and placed it on the table. It was time for this fox to get serious!
She stepped out of the room once again, beginning to follow Fritz's path. However, she was soon interrupted by a whispering voice.
"Foxy... Fooooxy..."
"H-Huh? Freddy?", she whispered back, looking around. "Freddy, where are you?"
"Over here...", he responded. It took Foxy a moment or two, but she soon found the bear. He at the far end of the stage, his back against the wall. He waved, trying to get her attention.
"Freddy?... What're you doing there?", she asked, clambering onto the stage. "W-We have an intruder."
"H-Hiding from the very man you're referring to...", Freddy quietly replied. "Who was he?", he then asked.
"That's what I was going to ask you!", Foxy replied, raising her voice slightly, surprised by Freddy's lack of knowledge.
"Shush, shh, shhh...", Freddy, well, shushed. "Please, Foxy, keep your voice down. I don't think he knows we're here yet," he said. Foxy nodded in reply.
"S-Sorry...", she whispered.
"It's fine, it's fine. Though... That does unnerve me. Neither of us know who he is...", he said. He paused for a moment, thinking.
"...Perhaps he's a vandal," the bear then suggested. "Abandoned buildings like this one tend to be targets of such acts." Foxy hmphed, crossing her arms. What a rude act.
"R-Regardless, we need to find out what he's up to, and escort him from the premises. Preferably before Scott comes back," Freddy stated. "Come, we need to warn Bonnie and Chica too," he said, making his way off the stage, followed closely by Foxy.
Fritz coughed and waved the air in front of him as he pulled open the door to the Parts & Service room. He shined his light around as he walked inside. He slowly scanned the room as he went, noting the dinginess and overall feeling of claustrophobia that the place emanated.
Claustrophobia...
That one word could describe his whole time here, back when he was actually employed in this place. Despite how huge the office was, that quality was dwarfed by the sheer amount of robots just stepping right up to have their turn in their attempts to drag him out of there.
He hated those things too.
I mean, at first, he was rather fond of them, maybe even fascinated. They were supposed to be the best of the best – the pinnacle of artificial intelligence. They could hold conversations with people, recognize returning customers through that facial recognition stuff, all of that.
Or, at least, that's what he heard about 'em.
Thanks to his job as a technician, he was only really around just before the restaurant opened and just after it closed each morning and night. He never got to experience the Toys and their sentience first hand. He only tested their movements and facial recognition.
Plus, he wasn't sure if he wanted to have the full experience, after hearing about their alleged kinks. He heard that, unless you had a mask on, they'd pull you straight out of your office chair and haul you into this very room where they'd...
...Egh.
What kind of an oversight is that? How stupid would you have to be to forget about the security guards when you're programming your animatronics. How often would a metal skeleton find its way outside of the Parts room to even make that a viable thing to program? He almost didn't believe the whole thing until he was made the night-guard!
Speaking of oversights and other questionable things of the sort, what of their designs? They looked like children's toys. I mean, they were called the Toy models, but they just seemed... off.
The chicken's garment and the fox's teeth weren't helping on that front either.
But the puppet and the balloon-vendor were the worst, with the former's spindly fingers and creepy, perpetual smile. The latter was simply weird-looking.
They all made him nervous whenever they were activated around them too – the way the Toys' mouths synced with their voices and how mechanically they moved around. Every time they looked at him, they would just stand there...
And stare...
Maybe that's why he felt so nervous at the moment too. He felt like he was being watched, stalked. He felt like something was going to jump him at any moment. It didn't help that he could've sworn he heard voices earlier.
Fritz quickly turned around, shaking his head. He just needed to get in, and get out. Preferably fast. He took a few steps forward, walking out of the room and slowly shutting the door. He was just about to take a step forward, until he saw some lights in front of him. Small, white, pinprick lights. Kind of like the way the bots' eyes lit up in the dark...
Fritz quickly shone his light forward, almost expecting to see someone – or something – there. Luckily, the area ahead was vacant.
Fritz sighed, putting a hand to his forehead.
"Great...", he muttered. "Now I'm hallucinating."
He shook his head, grumbling to himself as he turned and headed down the main hallway – toward the office. He wondered why he thought he saw the animatronics anyway. Like everything else, they were carted out of here a decade ago. C'mon, Fritz. Keep it together.
Foxy, meanwhile, sighed. That was close. She was lucky that the bathrooms were near, or this little stealth mission would've been a failure!
A complete mission failure!
"F-Freddy?", she quietly asked, peeking out of her hiding spot – the ladies' room. She looked toward a nearby doorway, belonging to the mens' room.
"Y-Yes?", she heard Freddy's voice meekly emitting from the adjacent room.
"That was close," she said.
"A-Agreed... I believe that it's now imperative that we have this man leave the premises," he whispered, slowly exiting the room and straightening his tie. "Regardless of whatever he plans to do, he has long overstayed his welcome. The power could come on at any moment, and I'd rather not have him here any longer. Wouldn't you agree?", he asked the fox who was also leaving her hiding place.
"Wholeheartedly," she agreed. She too was beginning to have enough of this. She and Freddy peeked into the hallway, watching as Fritz surveyed the area with his light. Just as they were about to spring into the hallway to apprehend this intruder, however...
Ching! Bwoooooooooooom...
Freddy and Foxy froze, looking about as – suddenly – the power came back on! Almost everything electrically powered had sprung to life. Fans whirred, lights shined, and circus music was even heard as the carousel and arcade machines were turned on. Freddy, feeling his metaphorical heart sink, could only say one thing.
"...Oh no..."
Fritz froze. What... just happened? Not even a full thirty seconds ago, everything was pitch black as it should be. Now, everything's on! This wasn't supposed to be happening! Was he dreaming? He had to've been dreaming! This wasn't right! This building's abandoned! Derelict! Everything was supposed to be off! How could anything still work here after ten years?!
Fritz began to shiver, his gaze darting around. What was going on? What was going on? He took a step back, nearly dropping his flashlight.
But then, he frowned.
This was a cheap prank, wasn't it? That's why he was sent here. His co-workers knew about his history here so they decided that it would be a great idea to pull a spooky prank on him. And it wasn't even near Halloween yet!
"Ugh...", he muttered. "This is ridiculo-" He didn't get to finish his expression of exasperation, for he began to hear some singing from a couple of voices that he inferred came from one of the party rooms.
"Patty-cake, patty-cake!"
"Baker's man!"
"Bake me a cake as fast as you can!"
Fritz blinked. Okay, that was kind of creepy.
"L-Listen, guys, that's enough," he said, slowly walking toward the room from which the voices were emanating. "This is a little creepy, but-"
As he peeked into the room, he felt his courage evaporate like water in the desert.
Toy Bonnie and Toy Chica, the Toy Bonnie and Toy Chica, were sitting at a table across from each other.
Playing patty-cake.
They took turns singing the verses, not realizing that they were being watched.
"Patty-cake, patty-cake!"
"Baker's man!"
"Bake me a cake as fast as you can!"
"Pat it and shape it and mark it with a 'B'!"
"And bake it in the oven for Bonnie and me!"
The two grinned at each other, fingers locked, before laughing.
Fritz, meanwhile, was absolutely dumbfounded.
This couldn't be happening.
There is no way that this could be happening.
"Hey, the power's back on!", one of them soon noted, looking up.
"Oh, yeah, so it is! We should probably go 'n see if Scott's back inside, huh?"
"Right! Lead the way, Chica!"
Fritz tried to get himself to move from the doorway, but he just couldn't. He was absolutely frozen. He watched as one of them, Chica, got out of her chair. Fritz's heart began to pound as she looked directly at him. They locked gazes for a moment, before she spoke quietly.
"Bonnie...", she whispered to the blue rabbit near her.
"Yeah, Chica?", Bonnie replied, standing up. He soon gasped upon noticing the man.
"I think we have a problem," Chica said, her eyes turning a deep black.
Finally feeling his legs respond, Fritz backed away, putting his hands up as the two Toys began to slowly approach him. He almost shouted as he backed into something hard, large, and...
Plastic.
"Going somewhere, sir?", came a deep voice.
Scott whistled as he opened and closed the backdoor, entering the building. He looked around the Parts room, that being the room one would first enter upon going through the back door. That wasn't nearly as hard as he thought it'd be! He just had to turn everything off, then back on. Simple!
Well, mostly simple. Some of those switches were really sticky.
Regardless, there was one thing he noticed upon his reentrance.
All of the lights were on.
"O-Ohhh no...", he said, running out of the room. "Guys!", he exclaimed, skidding to a halt and looking down the hallway. "We gotta turn off some of these li-whattheheckisgoingon?!"
There was quite a scene going on just down the hall. A man in a dark shirt had partly barricaded himself in the office with a toppled-over desk. All of the Toys were grouped around the barricade, each one trying to get over it and to their target. Scott cringed and look away as the man swung his flashlight at the bots, almost expecting him to land a hit. He also threw various objects at the four, but they harmlessly bounced off of their plastic suits.
"S-Scott!", Freddy soon exclaimed, turning around and lightly jogging toward Scott. "Thank goodness you're here!", he said, pulling the man into a hug. Scott flailed, trying to push himself away from the bear.
"Y-Yeah, 'thank goodness' and all that, but what's happening here?!", he loudly asked.
"O-Oh, yes, err... W-We seem to have a bit of a situation here!" Freddy nervously replied. "W-We were hoping to remove this man before you came back, but..."
"...B-But, Freddy, why is he here in the first place? Who is he?!"
"W-We aren't sure!", he replied. "A-And we can't get him to leave! S-Scott, perhaps you... S-Scott?"
Scott was frozen, his face locked in an expression of absolute terror. He put his hands to his head, grabbing his hair. Freddy slowly turned to see what had gotten the man so afraid, soon donning a similar expression.
While the two were talking, Chica had gotten over the barricade. She nearly tripped, but quickly recovered and began to slowly approach Fritz.
"N-Now, listen, pal...", she said. "I don't wanna hurt'cha, alright? We just wanna get you outta here, okay?", she asked, a certain forced tone to her voice.
Fritz, meanwhile, wasn't having any of that. He quickly backed away, putting his back against the wall. He felt through his pockets, trying to find something – anything that'd get this black-eyed monstrosity away from him.
Soon, he found just the thing.
He produced a yellow and black taser from his pocket, aiming it at the chicken in front of him. She stopped in surprise, blinking.
"W-Wait, what's that?", she asked. "Weapons aren't allowed IIIIIIIII-III-IIN...!", she screamed as Fritz fired, the prongs hitting the gap in her neck and cutting off her speech. With no plastic to protect her, Chica shook violently as she was electrocuted. When there was no more current, she staggered and stumbled backwards, occasionally twitching before finally tumbling to the ground.
"A-Ahhhh...", she whispered as the lights in her eyes faded.
And I know what you're thinkin'. Is she dead?
'Course not.
Like most other Fazbear Entertainment models, she had automatically shut down to prevent any permanent damage to her internals.
Fritz looked down upon the fallen robot, slightly relieved. That was definitely a close call. He sighed before looking straight ahead, then gulped.
The two remaining Toys at the barricade, Foxy and Bonnie, didn't seem very happy about what he had just done. They were both black-eyed and already halfway over the obstacle.
Even Freddy, from the very back of the hall, stared at Fritz with a less-than-joyous expression.
"N-Now, I don't think that that was very... nice, pal," Bonnie said. "What about you, F-Foxy?"
"Oh, I agree...", Foxy said, her gaze nearly boring a hole through the man. "I'd say that that was quite uncouth..."
"Uncouth?"
"Barbaric, Bonnie."
"...Oh. Yes, veryuncouth," the bunny replied, squinting. Again, Fritz gulped. They sounded like they were holding back a lot of emotion. He pulled the trigger of his taser again and again as the two fully climbed over the desk. Unfortunately for him, he was fresh out of ammo.
"Oh, look!", Bonnie exclaimed. "He's trying it again, isn't he, Foxy?", he asked as he creeped toward the man at a painfully slow pace.
"Oh, yes, it does seem that way!", she replied. "I say that we should teach him a lesson in manners," she suggested, voice filled with malice. Fritz could fully see into that large, deep maw of hers – a maw with two sets of sharp teeth. He screamed as Foxy lunged toward him.
Luckily for him, however, she never actually got to him.
"Stop!", Scott could be heard shouting from down the hall. He had broken out of his stupor just in time to stop the two. He quickly ran down the hall and hopped over the barricade, making sure that he didn't step on Chica, and pushed the two Toys aside.
"Hey, hey, listen, man, are you alright?" he asked in his friendliest voice, patting Fritz down and dusting off his clothes. Fritz hesitated for a moment, before nodding.
"Alright, alright, cool. Now, see this?", Scott asked, holding up his balled-up hand. Once again, Fritz nodded.
THWAP!
Fritz stumbled to the side and fell face-first onto the ground, having gained a new red mark on his cheek.
"Awesome," Scott simply said, wiggling his fingers.
Scott wins.
Fatality.
A/N: Hah, well, quite the chapter we have here, huh? Ol' Fritz got what was coming to him, I'd say! We'll see what's up with him in the next chapter! I mean, why's this fool even here, yeah?
Oh, I guess I should also answer some stuff now, sooooo:
MrNotDop: Well, you have more, and you have it now!
TombedSpirit: No, no, no crushing! Shipping's one thing that's not gonna happen in this fic. Thanks, though!
Guest: Honestly, I'm unsure at this point... I'll think on it!
DeltaV: Ayyy, thank ya'! That's something that'll be touched upon throughout this fic, actually!
xXToxicWolfXx and count-lurkula: Heyyy, what can I say? I love me some TF2!
Anyway, that's all for now! See you guys next time! Hopefully I can get Ch.5 up soonish. Trying to speed up my updates! Oh, and another thing:
Don't mess with Scott's Toys.