12:55 AM - Freddy FazBear's Pizza - Security Office
It was almost an hour into his shift and Mike was feeling pretty good about himself. Shortly after arriving he had gone to check the front and rear entrances as he was asked to, but on the way up front encountered Chica the chicken standing off to the side near one of the soda fountains.
Determined to prevent a repeat of last nights humiliating events, Mike changed his route and walked directly up to the animatronic bird as she stiffly waddled aimlessly around.
"Bock bock?" he asked in an imitation of a hens clucking. The robot chicken blinked her eyes a couple of times and went off in a different direction. Emboldened by this, Mike approached again and repeated his chicken call while waving a hand in front of her face. Again, Chica turned and went in a different direction.
Now believing Shelli 100% about the harmlessness of the animatronics, the night guard got in the the way of the wandering bird and flapped his elbows like wings.
"Bock bock...BAGOCKKK!" Mike yelled, imitating Chicas awkward movements as he waddled around her in a circle. When she merely went in a different direction again, he laughed in relief. "Oh God do I feel stupid." he said out-loud with a grin. He left the bird alone and finished his task of checking the front entrance.
On the way back, he decided to stop by the restroom for a moment to relieve himself. He turned the corner of the hall and was met by Chicas lifeless gaze as she stood in the middle of the hallway.
After the initial startle had passed, Mike tried slipping by around her when Chica gave a very strange groan. He stopped and turned to look at her. The chicken stared blankly ahead, not moving even her eyelids. After a few seconds of silence Mike shrugged and was about to continue on when he heard it again.
It was definitely coming from her. It sounded to him almost like a strangled, surprised gasp crossed with a moaning, zombie-like guttural groan. He walked back to her front, staring at her in confusion as he tried to figure out what could be causing the noise.
Spotting something glistening on her face, Mike pulled his flashlight out and clicked it on.
"What the hell..?" he wondered out-loud.
The chickens eyes were leaking blood. "No, that's impossible. It's probably fluid of some kind." he told himself. As he watched, Chica uttered the same low groaning he heard before and a drop of the red liquid welled up in the corner of her eye and slowly trickled down her face. He reached a hand out and wiped it off, using his flashlight to get a good look at it.
"Well if that's not blood it sure looks like- AHHH FUCK!" he screamed, jerking his hand away and stepping back.
When his hand came near her face, Chica opened her beak and forcefully bit him. Clutching his bleeding hand, Mike resisted the urge to Rodney King the animatronic fowl with his heavy, police-style flashlight. Instead of giving in, he decided instead to just brush past her and go back to the office in hopes of finding something resembling first-aid.
Back at his desk, Mike got a good look at his injury. The chickens teeth broke the skin but not deeply, so at least that was something to be thankful for.
"Fucking overgrown Big Bird-looking... Owww..." he muttered painfully. He was so caught up ranting about Chica he almost completely overlooked the flashing voicemail button on the office telephone. His attention now diverted, Mike pressed play and this time actually paid attention to the voicemail.
Heeding the phone guys advice to check the cameras, Mike flipped through the video feeds while the message went on to talk about, surprisingly, pirates.
"Wait...what?"
MIke rewound the recording a little and this time gave it his full attention.
"There's a fourth animatronic? Why didn't anyone say anything?" he mused out-loud. Looking at the feed titled CAM1C, his expression changed into a look of recognition. He'd seen Pirates Cove the day he arrived at the diner to complete his new hire paperwork.
"Huh...guess I was wrong about it being a closed off play area." he said to himself. Forgetting about the pirate fox for the time being, Mike went through the camera feeds again until he located all three of the animatronics.
Freddy was still on stage, as was Bonnie. Chica was found in the dining hall close to where she'd been when he decided to play "Tease the Robo-Chicken." Making a mental note to ask Shelli later about the biting, he closed the laptop and searched for something he could use as a makeshift bandage.
"I guess a first-aid kits out of the question. Any place too poor to pay its power bill probably wouldn't have such an expensive item." he muttered sarcastically. To his irritation he found that the bottom desk drawer was stuck. He gave it a yank and the drawer came completely out and hit the floor.
Cursing under his breath, he bent down to clean his mess up when something stuck to the underside of the drawer caught his attention.
"LOCAL PIZZERIA DENIES KNOWLEDGE OF KIDNAPPING"
"What the hell?" Mike asked out-loud, reaching down to pick the clipping up. Deciding to err on the side of caution, the night guard opened the laptop to have a quick look before devoting his attention to his find.
"Despite growing public concern, attorneys for the once-successful FazBear Entertainment have strongly denied having any knowledge or participation in the abduction of the four children that went missing while on the pizzerias property." he read out-loud.
"Maybe the chicken ate them." he said to himself.
"Freddy FazBear's Pizza would like to express its deepest sympathy to the families affected by this horrific, inexcusable crime by offering a free order of Bonnie's Buttered Breadsticks (valued at $1.99) with any purchase of $25.00 or higher. Only one per affected family please."
"WOW what an asshole!" Mike gaped, "I'm kind of surprised this place hasn't been burned down yet."
Suddenly remembering why he was digging in the desk in the first place, he threw everything back in the drawer and kept looking. When all he could find was a half-empty roll of paper towels, he ripped a couple of strips off and used it to wrap his injured hand.
Skimming over the cameras again, something caught his eye in the feed for Pirates Cove. Squinting for a closer look, Mike noticed the curtains were drawn back a little and he could see a face staring at him.
"That must be Foxy." he concluded. Apparently the pirate fox was on a similar setting as the other three animatronics. Switching feeds, he browsed until he could confirm where Freddy, Chica, and Bonnie were located. Reaching for his bottle of Mountain Dew, Mike unscrewed the cap and took a long drink from the bottle, deciding to leaf through one of his new college textbooks for a few minutes.
Flipping through the pages, he decided it would be prudent to avoid a repeat of last nights rather unnerving error (where he realized a little late that the camera feeds were not 100% real-time). Skimming through the feeds, he searched until everyone could be located before he went back to his book.
A few minutes later he stopped reading and searched again. Confident that his idea was working well at keeping him abreast of the situation, he kept this routine up for well over an hour with no problems.
He was going through the motions of skimming through the cameras when something odd caught his attention.
"Hold on.." Mike said to himself, looking back at CAM1C again. The curtain was open wider and this time Foxy was almost fully exposed. "If hes on free-roaming mode like the others he's doing a really slow job of it." he mused. He had just turned back to his book when he heard the sound of movement coming his way. Putting the book aside he opened the laptop again and identified Bonnie as the source of the noise.
The cameras showed him that the rabbit was on his way down the hall at that very moment. He got up from the desk after taking a second to be sure of Chica and Freddys location and walked quickly to the left doors control panel.
Even though he mentally braced for it, he still jumped slightly in short-lived fear when he hit the hall light and illuminated Bonnies large form standing just a couple of feet away. The heavy door slid into place immediately after he activated the control, securely barring the rabbit from entering.
Seconds later, he heard the same warning noise from last night and strode over to the laptop to investigate.
"Well I still have 65% of my power remaining, so at least that's something." he said. He hurried to check the other hall light, then went back to re-check the left side. Finding Bonnie gone, he opened the door and stuck his head out to confirm that the large purple creature had left the hall before going back to his desk.
The warning indicator disappeared and Mike went back to his textbook. Less than a minute later he again heard noises but these were different than the ones he'd just heard. He could tell something was moving, but it didn't sound like Bonnie or Chica.
"Huh?" he said out-loud when an image on the monitor caught his attention. It was Pirates Cove, just with no pirate. "Where the hell did that.." he started to say but stopped when the realization of what was about to happen dawned on him. Bolting out of his chair, he hit the control and slammed the door down. Barely a second later, he heard some sort of loud screeching coming from the hall, followed by a heavy thud of something hitting the door from the other side.
"Nobody ever said those things could run." the guard said to himself. In the back of his mind, Mike was beginning to think he quite possibly may have made an error by taking this job. The only thing he could think of so far that was accurate to what he'd been told was the fact that the animatronics moved at night. Everything else seemed to be at best "misrepresentation of facts" and at worst "total bullshit."
He strode over to the desk and checked his monitor again. Strangely, the curtain to Pirates Cove was closed again and only part of Foxy's face was visible.
"Quick little bastard aren't you? Lets see...its 3:20 and I've got...58% remaining on power? Huh...could have sworn it was 62% or so a few minutes ago."
With the animatronics safely located, Mike released the door lock and the left door slid open. For well over an hour the animatronics didn't even budge. Freddy stayed on stage, Bonnie and Chica stayed in the Dining Hall, and Foxy kept to himself behind the curtains at Pirates Cove.
As the night wore on, Mike, being a typical guy, decided that given the amount of downtime he had, video games would be a better way to pass the time than boring himself half to death with textbooks.
"How about...no...no...maybe...no...oh hell yes, Galaga!" her said out-loud as he browsed his library of emulated classics. One quick skim through the cameras later and Mike settled into a comfortable cycle of "Check cameras, blast aliens, check cameras again, blast more aliens."
It wasn't long before faint beeps, buzzers, blips, and other quiet sounds caught his attention. At first he thought the odd noises he was hearing were sound effects from the game. After muting the games volume, he discovered the source of the noise was actually coming from somewhere near the office.
Though he ignored it at first, curiosity got the better of him and he decided to go have a look. Taking one more glance at the laptop, he grabbed his flashlight and left the office in search of the origin of the sounds.
"Oh man look at this!" he said with a surprised look on his face. The noises he thought were coming from his video game were in fact coming from a small arcade near the back of the building. With a few classics like Donkey Kong, House of the Dead, Spy Hunter, a few old pinball machines, and a more modern but still dated Dance Dance Revolution unit, the arcade wasn't much when compared to the larger ones usually found in shopping malls.
That did nothing to dampen the night guards mood however. Like many people, Mike had spent a considerable amount of money one quarter at a time hanging out in arcades. He was digging in his pockets for change when a loud crash (much like the one he heard last night) interrupted his return to Memory Lane.
"Ok that time I KNOW something fell." he muttered. Trotting back to the office, he searched until all four animatronics were located before leaving the safety of the office. Using his flashlight to guide him, he wandered towards the source of the crash and found himself in the kitchen once again.
It was a complete mess. A large wall-mounted spice and seasoning rack had fallen to the floor, numerous pizza screens and spoodels were scattered on the floor, a tray of silverware was overturned, several of the restaurants plastic drinking cups were knocked over and most of the various pans and pots had fallen off their hooks.
"Oh yeah Shelli...glad it was just me hearing things." he said sarcastically in reference to her comment last night that nothing crashed and his hearing was playing tricks on him.
"Well I guess I should be getting back to the office. Sorry about this Shelli, I must have been in the bathroom and didn't hear it." he snickered. Turning to leave, his flashlight illuminated an unexpected figure with yellow feathers and a "Let's Eat!" bib.
"Ahhh!" Mike yelled in fright. In response to his alarmed cries, Chica opened her mouth to reveal her bloodstained teeth and began making that same unnerving groan from earlier. He turned around to go the other way and got an even bigger scare when he ran right into Bonnie. The rabbit lunged to grab him and Mike broke into a full run, dodging the large purple arms and hauling ass back to the office.
He immediately locked both doors and put his back against the wall as far away from the doors as possible and slid to the floor. "That fucking thing just tried to kill me!" he panted after taking a few seconds to catch his breath. After a couple of minutes passed he got back to his feet and, now composed, went to check the hall lights.
On the right, Chica stood staring at him through the window. On the left, he couldn't see Bonnie directly but his shadow was unmistakable. "Why the hell are they just standing there?" he asked out-loud to himself.
A chiming suddenly sounded through the office and to his great relief the clock struck 6 am. Turning the light on again, Bonnies shadow had vanished along with Chica in the other hall. He heard the sound of a car pulling up and opened the doors after confirming that everybody was back in place.
After the cute blonde let herself in, she found Mike in the office staring at the monitors. "Morning, did your night go ok?" she asked after sitting her things down.
"Shelli I've got something really serious to ask you." he said, his attention now focused on her.
"If you're about to ask me out, I'm not really looking for a boyfriend at the moment." she replied with a teasing smirk.
"No.." Mike said shaking his head, "Its about Chica."
"I don't think shes looking for one either." she answered. If nothing else, the girl certainly was quick-witted.
"God dammit Shelli I'm serious!" he yelled, obviously irritated.
"Excuse me? Look dude, it's not ok for you to just yell at me like that alright? There's this thing called courtesy and- Holy shit what did you do to yourself?!" she asked after noticing his blood-soaked makeshift bandage.
"I didn't do anything, the fucking bird bit me!"
She blinked her green eyes in confusion, "She bit you? Like... with her beak?"
'No, with her feather-covered vagina.' he thought sarcastically.
Mike nodded and she looked at his hand, then to him, then turned and left the office. She went straight to the breakers to turn the lights on and headed immediately to the Show Stage. Correctly guessing that Shelli considered this one of those "Believe it when I see it" situations, he grabbed his flashlight and hurried after her.
"Let me see that for a minute." she said, holding her hand out for his flashlight. She pulled the chickens mouth open and clicked the light on.
"Oh my God you weren't kidding!" she said in surprise. Even without the extra source of light, Shelli could easily see dried blood staining the chickens plastic teeth
Mike told her about the mess in the kitchen, which this time was actually still there when she went to look. "I'll clean this up later. For now just come with me ok?" she said in what was more an order than a request.
Mike went to the bathroom to wash his injured hand as the blonde had asked. Shelli meanwhile went to her car to retrieve the small first-aid kit she had in her trunk. Meeting back up at the office, Shelli dripped a little anti-septic on his injuries and expertly applied gauze and tape.
"I'm in nursing school if you're wondering." she said as she worked. "That explains why you did such a good job then." Mike remarked. He meant it only as a casual remark but if Shelli took it as more than a mere compliment, she didn't show it.
"What happened?" she asked after a few seconds of silence. The guard explained that he noticed something leaking from the animatronics eyes and when he wiped it off, she slammed her beak shut on his hand.
"That's so weird. I've never seen her open her mouth when she's not "singing". What was it?" the cute girl asked.
"The stuff I wiped off? It looked a lot like blood actually." he said, oblivious to the subtle, split-second change in the girls expression.
"So what were you going to ask me?" she asked in a covert attempt to change the subject.
"I was going to ask if you'd ever seen anything...well..."weird" go on here?" Mike replied.
"Other than some of the kids and adults? No. Well, a few times I get this weird feeling that the characters are actually watching me. Like, I can be setting out silverware or plates and it seems like they turn their heads to look at me. Its probably just their servos or something. The animatronics are kinda old after all." she told him.
Deciding to keep silent about what happened in the kitchen, Mike talked with Shelli for a few more minutes before collecting his things to leave.
"Uh listen. I know you're not looking for a boyfriend but you want to maybe get dinner or coffee or whatever sometime?" he asked on the way out.
"Well...I do kinda owe you for being such a bitch last night I guess." she replied with a wink.
"You don't owe me, but if it gets me a date I'll say you do." Mike teased.
"Smooth one..." she retorted with a faint grin. She walked the guard outside, waving goodbye as he got in his car. Leaving the parking lot, the young watchman was grateful at least one positive thing came out of his six-hour shift.
After he was out of sight, Shelli pulled her phone out and dialed an old friends phone number.
"Bradley? Hey its Shelli. When are you getting off? About noon? Can you come to Freddy's when you get off?"