My Night At Freddy's
Chapter Four: 1:00 AM
I had finished my meal of leftover pizza and canned soda well before the clock in my office struck 1:00, and so far nothing really eventful had happened. Chica and Bonnie continued to wander around the dining area, but Freddy had done absolutely nothing. The large animatronic bear just stood there on the stage, staring blankly off into space, so I was starting to think that he might have been broken, when I noticed something on the monitor for Pirate Cove.
I looked closer and saw that the curtains had been pulled completely open, revealing nothing but the stage where Foxy had always done his show. But where was the character himself? The large hook-handed fox was nowhere to be seen in his area, but then I saw something moving really fast near the hallway camera just before the sound of quick-paced footsteps reached my ears. I stood up and moved closer to the left door to see what was going on, and that was when I found Foxy.
It took me a second to realize what I was seeing as the large animatronic fox came rushing out of the darkness, but suddenly I understood enough as he tackled me. It was disturbing to see it leap at me with its hook-hand and creepy large teeth, but even more so when I was knocked backwards onto the edge of the desk before we fell to the floor. The chair saved me since the back of it got between us as we went down, and the grip Foxy had put on my arm was so powerful that I don't know if I could've broken it on my own.
The chair also fell over, and it was a good thing too, because the character immediately tried to grab me again, and it was hard to believe how fast he could move compared to the others. I kicked at it repeatedly while scooting away, managing to keep its arms back long enough to get on my feet, and then I grabbed the fire extinguisher off the wall. Swinging it downward as hard as I could, I brought the red cylinder down on Foxy's head as it was getting back up, followed by a muffled metallic crunch as I sent it back down.
I had figured that someone must've snuck in and gotten into the Foxy suit at some point during the day. It was the only explanation for the way this character had been moving and how it came after me, but this theory was quickly dismissed as the character jumped up a second later. I swung the extinguisher again, but Foxy was too quick as it came at me, and my chosen weapon fell from my hands as it tackled me for a second time. His hook-hand sunk into the floor right next to my head as I kicked and punched the large fox in an effort to get away, but then the character backed off on its own while grabbing my ankle hard.
I cried out in surprise and pain as Foxy stood up, and I tried to grab the extinguisher again, but he pulled me away from it before I could. I couldn't believe that I was being dragged out of my office by an animatronic fox, but that doesn't mean that I gave up. I wildly kicked at his arm over and over again as we got closer to the door, and out of desperation I tried to use the wall to keep myself from being taken any farther, but my foot ended up hitting the door switch instead. The whole room shook as the heavy metal slab came down, and Foxy was standing in the doorway, so there was nothing the character could've done to avoid the full impact.
The animatronic fox was almost completely crushed by the weight of the slab; sparks flying while cogs and other metal parts flew out after making holes in the bulky costume. The door also seemed to be sparking as it tried for a few seconds to get the rest of the way down, but ended up getting stuck halfway as it tried to retract. Black smoke started coming from its gears in the ceiling, so I pushed the door button again to turn it off. The smoke stopped as the small motor powered down, but the door remained half closed as I looked down at the remains of Foxy Fox.
My mind was still trying to figure out what the hell had just happened as I examined the sparking remains of my favorite childhood character, and it actually took me a second to figure out that there had not been a person inside. It appeared that somehow this animatronic character had gotten it into its head to attack me, but the biggest question was why? Was this programmed in by some disgruntled engineer back when ever these things had been created? Was it in accident or some kind of glitch? Was this what happened to that kid's father back in 87'?
If this was what caused that accident, and also the reason that the characters weren't allowed to free roam during the day anymore, then why were they still active at all? I decided to call the owner and get some answers, and no, I didn't care what time it was. So I picked up the old touch-tone phone on my desk and put the receiver to my ear, but silence was the only voice that greeted me. No dial-tone, no static, nothing. Figuring that it must've come unplugged, I turned the phone around to follow the cord to the wall jack, but the cord wasn't there. I found the jack, itself though, or what was left of it. Apparently someone had ripped it right out of the wall, and I was no electrician.
Angrily I tossed the phone against the wall before sitting back down at my desk, after picking the chair back up, that it. But then I saw something on the floor at my feet. It was a small digital recorder, one of those ones people used for taking notes when they were too lazy to write. It also had strips of masking tape on the underside as if it had been taped underneath the desk, so I picked it up and turned on the power, finding that there was one message on it, according to the display.
"Hello? Hello?"A male voice asked once I pushed play. "I am so glad you found this recorder before something bad happened to you, at least I hope you found it. Maybe it's still taped under the desk while you're getting attacked or something, I don't know. Either way, I'm gonna leave this for you in case for some reason I can't tell you in person. Just make sure you're constantly checking the cameras while you're listening to this, especially Pirate Cove because Foxy tends to be more active when not being watched for long periods of time. I guess he doesn't like the camera."
I paused the recording in order to take a second look at Foxy's remains, and wished that I had done an earlier search of the office instead of raiding the kitchen. The good news was that the danger from Pirate Cove was over, so I started to relax as I saw Bonnie and Chica still wandering around the dining area on the monitor. Nothing else seemed to be amiss, so I pushed the button to resume playback.
"Anyway, near as I can figure." The voice continued as metallic knocking could be heard in the background. "The characters in free roam mode don't exactly see you as a person, per say. It's more like they see you as a metal endoskeleton without a suit, and that's not allowed, so I think they'll try to stuff you into one of the spare costumes back stage. This would be fine, except for the fact that the extra suits are filled with wires and animatronic materials, so it's not likely that you'll survive. You could try going limp if they get you, to maybe make them think you're a costume, but on the other hand they might try to shove an endoskeleton into you, and I'm not sure how that would work exactly. Now, I know this sounds bad, but I've got the doors down to keep me safe, and you should use them as well."
Again stopping the recorder as I looked at the two doors, I decided that it was a good idea to close them just in case. The room shook as the right slab came down to block the door, but the left one was still completely out of service as I tried the button. Well, at least now I only had one way for things to get in. There was still more of the recording to listen to, so I pushed the button and immediately heard what sounded like the office doors retracting in the background.
"Yeah, never mind about the doors." The voice continued nervously. "Apparently you can only keep one closed for a long period of time or they'll open on their own after a while. Must be some kind of safety thing. Anyhow, do me a favor, and um, next time you're back stage, can you check the suits? Maybe I can hold on until someone checks them."
The next sounds on the message were some tape ripping, and finally a musical chime starting to play just before the message ended. It was then, at that moment, sitting in the dimly lit security office of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza in the middle of the night, that I seriously wondered what the hell I had gotten myself into. The worst part, though, was the fact that the recording mentioned them coming for me, and there were still three more characters left.