2:10 AM - Freddy FazBear's Pizza - Security Office
"Oh Christ Lucas, now what?" Mike groaned as his phone rang for the 4th time.
Lucas, his roommate, had called him three times so far in less than an hour for one tedious reason after another and Mike was beginning to grow rather impatient.
"Look dude, I'm not trying to be an ass but seriously, I'm kind of busy so just send me a text ok?" he said impatiently after picking up his cell phone.
"What the hell are you talking about...dude?" came an irritated female voice on the other end.
"Shelli?" he asked surprised, "Don't you have to be here in like..,..four hours or so?" he asked after glancing at the clock.
"No I'm off today. Listen, something bothered me earlier so I called an old friend who worked here for a while a few years ago." she told him.
"What was it?" Mike asked.
"It was about the stuff you said was leaking from Chicas eyes." she answered.
"You called an old friend because a robot chicken was leaking fluid?" he asked.
"No, I called him because the exact same thing happened to him." she replied.
"The chicken bit him?" he asked, slightly confused.
"No! He thought the chicken was bleeding from the eyes." she answered in obvious irritation.
"Really? What did it turn out to be?" Mike asked. As they talked he opened his laptop and began scanning over the camera feeds just in case the recorded message about "things getting real tonight" actually turned out to be true.
"He doesn't know, they fired him the next day when he asked about it." Shelli responded.
In the back of the night guards mind, a red alert went off that told him that something about this whole situation was VERY wrong.
"They fired him because he asked what the red shit coming out of the chickens eye was?"
"They said he was tampering and damaging the animatronics. I'd probably get fired just for calling him about it if they ever found out." she confided.
"Shelli I heard something about a 'bite of '87' on a voicemail the first night I worked here. What the hell are they talking about?" Mike asked.
"I'm not sure myself to be honest. All I know is apparently one of the characters malfunctioned and bit a customer bad enough to cause brain injury." she responded after a little hesitation.
"Probably the damn chicken." Mike said, looking at his injured hand in irritation, "So what does all this mean anyway?"
"I don't know for sure. I'll keep looking but in the meantime just be careful ok? If you haven't noticed this company seems a little bit obsessed with covering its own ass." Shelli answered.
After hanging up, Mike went through the cameras again to be sure he wasn't about to get any surprise visitors. Satisfied that everyone was in their proper place (or at least far away from him), he picked up his flashlight and started to carefully open and remove the drawers of the desk in search of any other news clippings or information regarding his shady employer.
Surprisingly, he didn't have much trouble finding more.
"GRAND JURY CONVENES ON FAZBEAR CRIMINAL NEGLIGENCE CHARGE"
"HEALTH OFFICIALS DEEM PIZZERIA SANITATION SUBSTANDARD"
"FAZBEAR ENTERTAINMENT INVESTIGATED FOR OBSTRUCTION, TAMPERING..."
"STATE HEALTH OFFICIALS THREATEN SANCTIONS OVER FAZBEAR ANIMATRONICS"
"Hold on a second...", Mike said, giving the article his full attention.
"After numerous unreturned phone calls, officials from the State Department of Human Health and Resources as well as officials from OSHA visited Freddy FazBears Pizza earlier this week over charges that the animatronics used in the restaurant had become, as one official put it, "walking biohazards".
The investigation began when the Board received numerous complaints about the horrific odor of the animatronics which at least one patron likened to a "rotting corpse". Patrons have reported blood-like fluids in and around the eyes, nose, and mouths of the animals but a Fazbear Entertainment spokesman has denounced such claims during a formal interview by police and health department officials:
"We concede that the fluid leaking from some of our animatronics does indeed have the look, smell, and consistency of blood. However, it is merely lubricating fluids that allow the animals eyes and mouths to open smoothly. Fazbear Entertainment is committed to family and fun and strongly denies any involvement or knowledge of any criminal activity regardless of the amount of evidence against us."
"What the fuck is going on here?" he wondered to himself out loud.
He opened his phone to text Shelli about his find but stopped when a deep, grunt-like laugh sounded from somewhere far away from the office.
"Oh crap I forgot about the cameras!" he realized. He was so caught up in the articles and news clippings that he had forgotten about the fact that the animatronics were active and moving around.
Luckily, everyone was at a safe distance from him. Bonnie and Chica were in the Dining Hall, Foxys curtain was still closed, and Freddy was still-
"Where the hell is the bear?" he asked himself outloud. The show stage was vacant and Freddy FazBear, whom he'd never even seen move before, was gone. Mike immediately got up and ran to the hall lights, thankfully finding both hallways empty. Satisfied that he was in no imminent danger, he returned to his monitor and cameras.
"Not there...not there...not there...no...no...ok there he is, over by the... wait, thats not him... Shit, hes got to be here somewhere." the guard said going through the feeds.
The deep, slow laughter sounded again and Mike nearly dropped the laptop. A quick glance told him he still had almost 50% of his power left and it was almost 4am.
"Better safe than sorry I guess" he reasoned. Deciding to take no chances, he locked both doors and ignored the warning beep that started sounding a few seconds later. Securely locked in the office, he turned his attention back to the screen so he could positively locate the animatronics.
Or at least he tried to. The monitor screen had gone pitch black except for a little static near the bottom.
"Oh Jesus tell me this things not broken", he said in a worried tone. The static filled the screen suddenly and moments later an odd message of "IT'S ME" flashed over the screen.
"'It's me'? What the hell is this?" he asked outloud. The static suddenly vanished and the camera feeds re-appeared.
"Wait...what room is this?"
Looking at the screen he could see it was CAM2B, but different...
"Was that poster always like that?" he wondered outloud. Originally it had been a poster of Freddy FazBear, but now it looked more like a poster of Freddys bleach-blonde cousin. He lowered the monitor and rubbed his eyes for a few seconds before taking another look.
He wasn't seeing things, the poster really WAS different. While trying to see if he could zoom in on the image, Mike heard what sounded like a faint giggling from somewhere very close by. He closed the laptop and for a moment thought his heart was going to stop.
The giggling noise was coming from a..."thing"... that now inhabited the office with him. It looked like Freddy, but was obviously not. This creature was a pale yellow color and was slumped over against the far wall, its empty black eyes staring at him.
"The fuck!?" Mike yelled in fear. A quick glance showed him the doors were both still locked in place. His eyes widened a little more as he realized where he'd seen the creature from. Going back to the camera feed marked CAM2B to get confirmation, what he got instead was a lot of confusion. The poster was of Freddy FazBear, not a blown up image of a gold-colored animatronic. He closed the monitor and the thing sitting across from him was gone.
For a long moment he just sat there dumbfounded. A few seconds later the loud beeping from the laptops power control program scared him back to reality.
"Only 27% remaining?!" he exclaimed. After skimming over the cameras and both hall lights, he hit the controls and both doors slid open. Like the other times, the loud alarm went silent seconds later.
Glancing at the clock, the guard noted he had a little under an hour before six am arrived. Leaving the laptop open, he turned it so that he could keep an eye on it while putting the desk and its contents back in order. Instead of taking the clippings with him, he opted to just use his phone to take pictures of them instead, just on the off-chance that somebody may notice if they suddenly disappeared.
When he tried to slide the bottom drawer back into place he was met with resistence from what apparently was something blocking the drawer from sliding back in fully. After a few failed attempts to just wiggle the drawer back in, he decided to just remove it again and see what the obstruction was.
"What in the hell..?" he asked outloud when his flashlight illuminated that looked like a notebook of some sort. He fished it out and took a seat on the floor to skim through it.
"This looks like some kind of managers journal or log-book." he mused outloud to himself. It was filled with a little bit of everything including employee contact information, discipline reports, invoices from food and beverage delivery, bills from a pest control company, and several other items (none of which Mike had any interest in).
Except for a memo that was stapled to one of the pages. Apparently it was a notice from FazBear Entertainments HR department to the general manager of the restaurant. As he read it, his jaw nearly dropped to the floor in shock.
This memo is to notify you that FazBear Entertainment has changed its Public Relations policy due to the negative media attention regarding the recent kidnappings.
Effective immediately, employees of FazBear Entertainment are prohibited from making any statement of any sort to the media, the public, or law enforcement. Going forward, in the event of injury or death to customers, employees are required to immediately contact FazBear Entertainments HR director, who will then immediately contact legal counsel and necessary insurance personnel BEFORE any attempt to notify police, fire department, or Emergency Medical Services is made.
Also, if employees should somehow discover evidence that implicates FazBear Entertainment in any manner, they are expected to withhold said evidence from authorities and immediately turn it over to a member of management who will then destroy it.
Thank you for your cooperation and have a FazBear-iffic day!
"I don't fucking believe it...they KNEW what was going on and actually tried covering it up!" he exclaimed outloud to himself. After taking a picture of the memo, he closed the logbook and returned it to the bottom drawer. Just as he slid it back in place, the same deep, gutteral laugh he heard earlier came echoing through the halls again, prompting Mike to haul ass and finish quickly.
Taking too long to finish tidying up, only to discover that an animatronic had snuck up on him when he wasn't paying attention, was not how he wanted his night to end.
Once he was finished the first thing he did was flip through the cameras again. Foxys curtain was open but he was still there, while Chica and Bonnie both were in the Dining Hall. Freddy was offstage but hadn't gone far from what he could tell.
Pulling out his phone, he compiled all the pictures he'd taken into one message that he sent Shelli. Though he hesitated at first, he confessed to having seen some sort of yellowish golden thing in the hopes that she had some information about it. After discovering he wasn't the only one that thought the animatronics were bleeding, he assumed his chances of the cute manager thinking he was nuts were probably pretty low.
He had just hit SEND when he heard the sound of metal sliding on metal. Perplexed, the guard strained his ears and a few seconds later he heard it again. It reminded him a lot of the sound made when a shower curtain is pulled open and-
"Oh no", he said outloud, panic and realization crossing his face. One quick look at the monitor told him his suspicions were true: Foxys curtain was wide open and the pirate fox was gone.
He bolted to the left door and hit the control to close it. In a moment of heart-stopping horror, a purple hand holding a guitar suddenly shot out and blocked the door from shutting. He stared in fright as Bonnie loomed in the doorway, preventing him from using the only real defense he had against the animatronics.
With the sound of rapid footsteps approaching, Mike kicked the purple animatronic in a desperate attempt to save his own life. The idea worked perfectly; Bonnie was forced out of the doorway and the door, no longer held ajar, slammed down literally just as Foxy reached it.
Loud, angry sounding garbled screams came from the other side and the door vibrated as the enraged pirate clawed and pounded on it in a futile attempt at forced entry.
Six am came a couple of minutes later and Mike kept the door locked until he could confirm on camera the animatronics had returned to their proper places. He released the door lock and sat exhausted on the floor of the office, trying to calm his rattled nerves. He wasn't sure at what point he fell asleep, but when he opened his eyes a middle-aged man was crouched down next to him.
"You ok there buddy? You look like you nodded off to dreamland. the man said cheerfully.
"Who are you..?" Mike asked a little confused. "William...or Will, or Billy, whatevers fine. I'm normally on nights but Shellis off so I'm the opening manager." the man replied.
"Yeah I'm fine I just...got dizzy all of a sudden." Mike lied. Blaming vertigo for sleeping on the job sounded a hell of a lot better than saying he nodded off because of frazzled nerves caused by a robot bunny and fox who just tried to murder him.
"Come on, up you go." the man said while helping Mike to his feet.
"So uh...how long you been with the company?" the guard asked in an effort to make small talk while collecting his things.
"A loonnngggg time.. me and this place go way back. Hopefully I'll get to retire someday." Will said jokingly. He let the younger man out through the back door but mere seconds after the door shut it opened again.
"Hey buddy, what happened here?"
Looking at the older man in confusion, Mike followed him back inside. On the office's left door frame and wall were several long, deep scratches that Mike instantly knew were left by an enraged Foxy.
"Kinda looks like you were attacked by a bear or something", William said jokingly. 'No but close', Mike thought but wisely kept that part to himself.
Rather than try and explain that to a manager with the attitude of Ned Flanders, he just shrugged and played dumb. "Well, have a good night...er...morning rather. Be careful going home." the manager told him cheerfully.
Mike just nodded and waved, going outside to where he was parked. A few minutes of sitting in his car to collect his thoughts turned into an almost hour long nap and by the time he left the lot it was nearly 7am.
Getting home seemed to take the night guard much longer than normal, and he didn't even bother undressing or eating once he got there. Going straight to him room, Mike flopped down on his bed and was in the process of setting his alarm clock when his phone beeped.
"Can you meet me at the coffee shop down the street from Freddy's at about 10 tonight?"
It was from Shelli, he discovered. He texted an affirmative and was out cold before the message even left.