Five Nights At Freddy's (Samuel's Story)

by Sacredheart99

Twenty one year old Samuel Hunt signs up for the night shift job at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza: The Grand Reopening, befriending the animatronics. But what happens when he reveals the dark past of the restaurant chain? Will he still think of them as friends? Read and review. Featuring my OC Samuel Hunt.

3. Chapter 3 - Fix What's Broken

Previously on Five Nights At Freddy's (Samuel's Story):

(Also, I imagine Golden Freddy to sound like GroundBreaking and Toy Bonnie to sound like MandoPony. Credit to both artists.)

I thought I might as well go back to my office and just think on this Golden Freddy matter, so I got up and told everybody where I'd be, then I walked to the office and sat down. I pulled up the monitor, looking through the feeds until I came to a feed named 'PARTS/SERVICE.' It was pitch black except for a few wires hanging in front of the camera. I wanted to see what was in there, but I couldn't. That was until I saw the FLASHLIGHT button on the monitor screen, pressing it. My jaw fell open.

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About four animatronic performers lay sprawled out on the tile floor of the room, one against the wall slumped over with another laying with only his head visible. One sat slumped against the wall beside the other one, jaw broken. I felt a chill go down my spine upon looking over these broken animatronic performers. I studied the ones in view.

The one further to the left of the wall had short golden blonde hair, fair skin, closed eyes with thick lashes against her cheeks. I could tell it was female by her hair and her body shape, feminine curves being the giveaway. She wore a yellow dress, black stockings with orange ballet flats and a white apron reading 'LET'S EAT' similar to Celine's 'LET'S PARTY' bib. Were they related? It seemed so, but her broken jaw raised questions. What happened? How did she break her jaw? Was it done to her? I shrugged.

The next one had short purple hair, fair skin, wearing a white shirt under a purple vest, purple pants and purple sneakers, a red bowtie to top it off. His most distinguishing feature was his face, or lack thereof. His face piece had been removed, leaving him with no face… just black. The third one, whom I could only see his face, had short brown hair and closed eyes, fair skin and a black top-hat fallen off. The last one rested against the wall, lying flat on the floor. He had long red hair tied back in a ponytail, fair skin with scars peppering his skin in certain places, wearing a red tattered shirt with brown tattered pants and bare feet. Oh and a hook hand.

He was asleep, they all were by the look of it. But why hadn't Bon wanted me to see this? I could help them, fix them even. I passed collage, as I mentioned, but I forgot to mention that the two reasons for me coming here were to study the animatronics because I had taken advanced robotics and two, I needed the money. All I needed were my tools and I could fix these broken performers, even improve them. I put the monitor down and yelped, realising that Bon was standing right there, tapping his foot on the floor. "So? We know about the parts and service room now, don't we?" he asked, arms folded, eyes resolute.

"Why didn't you tell me that they were broken? I can fix them, I can make them better" I said, standing up. He sighed sadly "We… we just can't tell you Sammy, it's just too… too hard a story to explain." He had his guitar in hand, that red and yellow one. He started to walk towards me menacingly, backing me against the wall, raising his guitar "I'm sorry Sammy." That was all he said before striking me with the guitar, knocking me unconscious. I must have been out cold for a good hour or so because when I opened my eyes I saw moonlight pour in from a window. I was against the wall, arms and legs bound by ropes, gag in mouth.

I felt like a poor man's 50 Shades of Grey, bound like this. I tried to struggle but my arms were bound very well behind my back, my ankles tied even better, so I couldn't escape. I sighed, the ball gag restraining my mouth. I looked to my body and saw that I was in my uniform. How the heck did I get into my uniform? Did Bon undress me? If he did… well I just hope he didn't remove my underwear. That would be worse than being bound like Anastasia Steele. Damn. Yes I've read the book, well… I got to chapter 7 before I said NOPE. It was getting too sexual for my liking, and that's saying something. I tried to struggle but the nylon rope wouldn't budge, making me feel like a sex slave with all this bondage. I was about to give up when I heard a voice from in the shadows of whatever room I was in, sounding rough and weathered. "Does ye come in peace? Are ye here to hurt us? Speak nightguard" the voice demanded from the shadows. "Mmmph!" I mumbled through the gag, trying to make the voice understand that I was bound.

Then another voice piped up and scolded the voice "Foxy, he's tied up. How can he answer? There's a gag in his mouth!" It was obviously female. The 'Foxy' voice grumbled "Aye, I know that lass." Then another voice from the shadows spoke up "Stop fighting you two, just untie the nightguard and we can negotiate something with him. He doesn't seem all that bad. Understood?" the deeper voice said from in the shadows. The female voice and the rough voice both mumbled understood dully. Then that purple haired no face guy stepped forward from the shadows, two red dots serving as eyes watching me. I began to panic. I hoped he was just going to untie me. He knelt down in front of me and reached around my back, untying my arms then my legs and removing the gag.

I flexed my hands, feeling the feeling return to them. I looked to the purple haired no face guy "Thanks." He nodded and sat down on the floor by the wall. Then the lights flicked on, revealing the other three performers from the parts and service room. That's where I was; the parts and service room. The blonde girl with the dislocated jaw 'smiled' at me while the pirate looking guy, Foxy I assume, folded his arms and frowned at me. He was sort of hot, muscular chest and abs appearing, scarred arms bulging with just the right amount of muscle. Then I saw someone new. He had short brown hair, fair skin, blue eyes wearing a brown vest over a light brown button-up shirt, brown pants and black dress shoes topped off with a top-hat and black bowtie.

He was the 'head' I could see from the parts and service camera feed. "Are you alright?" the brunette asked me kindly. I nodded "I guess, but I was knocked out by… by Bon." Immediately they all nodded in understanding, the redhead answering "Yarr we understand ye, that blue devil can be tricky. He and the rest of 'is crew locked us up in this room, not letting us out to roam." Bon did this? More surprising, they ALL did this? Celine, Frederik, Bon and Mangle… not forgetting BB and Jack did this? I can't believe this… and I won't. They're my friends. Friends that knock you out and tie you up in a parts and service room, undressing you into your uniform. Maybe they did do this, but I'd need more proof. I can't just go pointing fingers. I'm not that kind of guy. "They locked you up? Why?" I asked. The blonde girl answered "I thought you knew. We are the older models, the ones they've replaced. Do you know that blonde girl wearing the pink short shorts? She's my replacement."

My god. Replacements, that's why they seemed so familiar. The old restaurant had four performers who were scrapped when the place got the shut-down by health and safety. So here they were, broken and forgotten while their replacements got all the glory and love from the children. This sickened me. "I… I can't believe this! I still remember you all from the old restaurant, I went there as a little kid. It's a disgrace to see you all here broken and forgotten. If you find me some tools I can fix you" I said. They all looked at me sadly, the brunette answering again "We know we're broken, we shouldn't be in commission anyway. A long time ago, when we were in business… something horrifying happened. It shut us down. I took it as a sign, if we're broken… we are meant to be that way."

"Freddy, maybe we should let him fix us. He seems nice," the blonde girl said, making me realise that this brunette was the Freddy Fazbear. The original Fazbear. Frederik was his replacement. I had to fix him, he was my favourite when I was young. He gave me a piggy-back ride when I was about ten years old, I used to watch him sing while Chica played the keyboard and Bonnie played his guitar. Now I remember who the rest of the performers were. The blonde was Chica, the redhead was Foxy and the purplehead was Bonnie. Oh my god. "Freddy? As in Freddy Fazbear?" I asked in awe. He smiled and did a jazz-hands pose "In the flesh."

"Wow, I remember you when I was young. You gave me a piggy-back and I'd sit up front every time you guys played! I wanted to go there every day! Then the incident happened and… and it got closed down. I was so sad, I didn't eat pizza for a whole month after that." I said, remembering how sad the closing made me. It was true about the pizza thing, it devastated me to my very core. I felt sad every time my mom would make pizza. Freddy smiled at me "Oh, I remember you. Sam! You were ten years old back then, I remember that. How are you?" he asked, moving closer and sitting beside me. I smiled widely "I'm great, despite being locked in here. No offence." The brunette calmly raised a hand, dismissing the matter "None taken, so… why'd you take the job?" Freddy asked.

I explained to him why I was there, studying robotics while earning money. They understood. "So can you fix us? Will you?" Chica asked me, purple eyes sparkling. I nodded "I just need tools." She nodded and scampered over to a shelf, grabbing a red toolbox and handing it to me. That feeling of familiarity filled my bones. I was ready to fix machinery again, just like in college.

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I finished putting on Bonnie's face, adjusting the screws and wires just right. I sat back and admired my work, nodding to the purple haired male "There, all done. Who's next?" I asked. Foxy sat down in front of me reluctantly, arms folded "Yarr… that'll be me." We both felt the awkward silence, I don't know why there was one, but there just was. I grabbed the welding tool and he showed me his bare endoskeleton feet, no suit skin. I put my fingers to my chin in thought. I looked around and Chica handed me a roll of the suit fabric, the last one by the look of it. The replacements like Bon and Celine didn't need suit skin, they had plastic infused wooden polymer parts. Try saying that lot five times fast. You just can't.

I thanked the blonde girl, whom I'd fixed, and began to cut fabric and stitch it together to fit the pirate's feet. He let out a hearty laugh "Me feet! They're fixed!" then he looked at me with those golden eyes of his, filled with gratitude and … envy? "Thank-ye Sammy, I owe ye a favour, but ye be nay bending my trust. There are only so many things I canna do for ye," he said, patting my shoulder with his strangely small hands. They were still bigger than mine, but smaller than both Bonnie and Freddy's hands. Chica had normal hands, and really cool yellow painted nails. I'm thinking of painting my nails, maybe. It's a big maybe. I shrugged "It's no big deal, just trying to help." I said, putting the toolbox back and sitting beside Freddy against the wall.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and saw Bonnie smiling at me, red eyes wide and glittering in the moonlight. He blinked slowly, eyes taking in my every facial and lower neck-ial detail. I blushed. Was I really that interesting? I cleared my throat "Uhh… why is he staring at me like that?" I asked nobody in particular. Chica giggled from beside Foxy "Ooh, I think Bonnie likes you!" she chittered, smirking widely. Bonnie's pale cheeks warmed, almost as vivid red as his eyes. Likes me? We've only known each other for two hours at least. Then I remembered that I couldn't find the parts to fix Bonnie's voice-box, so he was mute until then.

Bonnie shifted closer, smiling shyly, eyes on me. Then the door opened. I looked up and saw Bon standing there, looking sorry. I frowned "What do you want?" I asked. The blue haired boy sighed sadly "Listen Sam, I need to talk to you alone. It's about… why I knocked you out. I haven't been completely honest with you," he said. I stood. I really didn't want to speak to Bon, after what he'd done to Freddy and the gang, but he was still my friend. Maybe I could lend an ear for a minute or two at the least. "Fine, but only for a moment Bon. I'm still mad over the whole knocking out thing" I said, walking out of the parts and service room, Bon shutting it behind me. He leaned against the wall, arms folded.

"First off I'm going to apologise again," he said, looking at me with those big green eyes "I did what I was told." I raised a brow "What?" I asked, shocked. "Frederik told me to check on you, and when I found you looking all terrified I knew you had found the parts and service camera. We didn't want you to find out the truth about the restaurant because we were scared you'd leave, and we don't want you to leave… I don't want you to leave" the blue haired boy said softly, walking up to me, our bodies only inches apart. Dear god, I could feel the warmth emanating off of his sexy slim body… what is happening to me? Then I heard him say 'truth'.

What was he hiding from me? Apparently it was so bad that I'd leave. "Bon-Bon, tell me the 'oh-so-bad' truth. I would never leave you guys, no matter how bad the truth is. Tell me Bon, please" I asked, putting my hand on his shoulder. His breathing hitched when I made contact with him, but he took a deep breath and continued speaking "A long time ago, when the old restaurant opened, there was a big hype about it. Kids and their carers flooded in with pockets full of money and empty stomachs craving their low-grade pizza. They, like us, needed a nightguard for back then since their animatronics were valuable and parts could be stolen.

"A guard signed up, worked five nights and on the last night… borrowed a suit in back and… and used it to… to commit murder on five children, later killing five more. He had nowhere to put the bodies, so he stuffed them into the animatronic suits to hide them… but he only made matters worse. The first child that was murdered possessed his suit, promising to take vengeance on the murderer should he return, but he never did. That's just it, we can't leave. The murderer will probably never come back to set things right, so they're stuck like this… we're stuck like this… alive… yet still dead inside. We never got to say goodbye to our parents."

I was gobsmacked, horrified even, but I didn't want to leave. I sighed "Oh Bon, I'm… I'm so sorry. I had no idea of the pain you went through" I said, rubbing his arm supportively. He looked up at me with his big green eyes, shimmering with wet tears "R-really? You're not disgusted? You don't want to leave?" he asked me in disbelief, blinking away the tears. I shook my head and he smiled that breathtaking smile that he gave me the first day I saw him. Then he wrapped his arms around me in a hug, snuggling into the crook of my neck "Oh Sammy, I can't thank you enough for understanding." He said, his hands rubbing up and down my back. I blushed a little, feeling his warm hands through my uniform. I wrapped my arms in turn around him and hugged him tightly, rubbing his back. He sighed dreamily, stroking my back. He pulled away and put his hand to my cheek, smirking. I knew he had murder on his mind with that look. It reeked of mischief.

He looked around then grabbed my wrist, taking me down the hall to my office. I sat down in my chair and he hugged me goodbye, sneaking a kiss to my cheek as he walked from the office down the hall. I chuckled to myself and picked up the monitor, checking the feeds. I realised that for a nightguard here, I haven't been monitoring the cameras like I'm supposed to. I am so not getting paid for all this. But I should at least try and get some work done to earn my pay. For about two hours I checked cameras, checked the hall, sipped the soda Celine had brought me and ate the pizza she had also brought. Then I started to relax.

I looked to the Golden Freddy picture on my desk and picked it up, wondering just who this guy was. Was he real? Was he good or was he bad? He didn't seem that bad from the picture, so… maybe he wasn't bad. Then again… looks can be deceiving. I've learnt that now, through all this time. I studied the picture for a few minutes, then I went back to the monitor. I sighed and looked down the hall, squinting. Then I remembered the flashlight and switched it on, seeing the redhead Foxy walking down the hall. He covered his eyes with his arm, growling "Aye! It be Foxy, no need to burn me eyes!" he roared from down the hall. I switched the flashlight off and a few seconds later he walked into the office, sitting down beside my chair.

He had a sombre look on his handsome face, looking up at me with those gold eyes of his. "Listen lad, Bonnie is a good man, trust me. But… if ye intend on wooing 'im… there's something ye should know about him" the pirate began. I nodded "Yes?"

He shook his head as if to clear it "Yarr, never mind. Just be nice to me friend, understood? Er I'll slit ye throat!" he snapped, waving his hooked hand at me warningly, making me flinch in my seat. "Ahh, alright! I don't intend to hurt Bonnie, ok? I like him sure… and maybe I like him a lot but still, we've only just met tonight and I like to get to know my partners before I get into a relationship. It's just me" I explained, making him grumble and nod, turning to the empty hall. It was empty, wasn't it? He nodded to the darkness, an odd thing to do. But I dismissed it, then again, what could be weirder than dead bodies stuffed into suits?

Oh… that's right… they're possessed by dead spirits. But… that's not bad right? They all seem nice, but like earlier, looks can be VERY deceiving. "So what'd you come down here for?" I asked, brushing the hair from my face. It gets annoying sometimes, but that's my fault for growing my hair out a little, the fringe gets in my face. He shrugged "I came down here to talk to ye about… things" he said, obviously hiding something. I raised a brow. "Foxy, what kind of things? And what was that nod?" I asked again. He looked as if he had sat on a pin … that pained caught-off-guard look on his face. "Erm… nothing matey, nothing at all."

"Foxy…"

"Yarr, I swore not to tell. Pirate's honour. I can't be breaking my promise to Bonnie… erm wait!" he said, slipping on his tongue. Oh, this was for Bonnie. That explained the nod to the darkness; Bonnie was standing off in the hall. He had come to talk to me about not emotionally hurting Bonnie, suggesting a relationship, so… Bonnie definitely has the hots for me. And Foxy is the scapegoat. Damn. "This is about Bonnie, isn't it?" I state/asked. He nodded sheepishly "Don't tell the lad I told you. He'd hate old Foxy for it."

"I promise I won't, and I don't see how anyone could hate you Foxy. You seem nice enough," I said, making the redhead blush. He dismissed me with a wave of his hand "Aww shucks matey, yer making me blush redder than a beet" he said. Blush? How could a compliment that dull and plain make him blush? He seemed like a hardened pirate captain, as he kept saying. I'm not going to even repeat myself for the third time with the looks can be deceiving bull-crap. "Blush? Why? You seem so masculine, a hardened pirate captain right?" I said, turning his face even redder with blush. He mustn't get compliments often, or ever. "Stop, yer making me blush!" he chuckled, turning away shyly. I chuckled myself, soon losing my smile. You'll see why.

As silent as the wind Bonnie launched from the dark hallway and knocked Foxy to the wall, eyes black with white pinpricks, like Jack's eyes. He gripped Foxy by the neck, holding him against the wall forcefully, a mechanical whirring from inside Bonnie's chest. I jumped to my feet, running over to the two performers only to get a backhand to the face from a preoccupied Bonnie, flying across the room into the other wall. It hurt like OW. I doubled over, coughing violently onto the linoleum floor, feeling my entire body ache like a truck had parked on me. My vision blurred yet I could see Bonnie drop Foxy and run over to me, kneeling beside me worriedly. At least he had the courtesy to care after he beat the crap out of me. He ran his fingers over my cheek to feel my pulse, breathing a sigh of relief.

Yes, I'm alive. Now you can bring in your implements of Sam destruction. He surprised me by lifting me up easily, as if I was a child, and carrying me to the corner. He nursed me in his arms like a baby despite us being roughly the same height and build. I felt stupid being babied, him smiling at me really concernedly and hugging me gently. I must admit though, it felt sort of ok… a nice warm hug. I blushed warmly when I realised Foxy was watching curiously, studying us. I scowled at him and he got the message, walking back down the hall… leaving us alone. I looked to Bonnie, who had his head resting on my shoulder, and I swear he was purring. I didn't really know how to react to his physical behaviour, but I knew overreacting was out of the question.

"Bonnie…" I began "… I'm ok now. I'm perfectly fine, so you can go now."

He pulled away and looked at me sadly, placing a kiss on my cheek and stroking it with his thumb. I felt kinda bad telling him to leave, I mean he is sorta cute, but… what about Bon-Bon? I really don't know where I stand with him. Are we more than friends? Then that brings me to Jack… I mean he did threaten me with kiss-embarrassment. That must mean he likes me a little though, and the hugging… maybe. He nodded sadly, holding me tighter before releasing me, standing me up and turning to leave. But then he did something that metaphorically knocked my socks off. He turned around, grabbed my upper arms and kissed me passionately.

Oh my god oh my god oh my god.

His lips were so soft and warm, his grip determined. I could feel the emotion being drip-fed to me through the kiss, like being drip-fed water after a marathon. It makes you want more and more, driving you crazy with desire. I never knew I had this side of me, this… id. This sexual id that wanted to turn me into a sex crazed freak. I didn't like this id at all, then again, who has EVER liked their darker id? Nobody so shut up. Sorry, was that harsh? I don't think so. I pulled away first, blushing hard.

He smiled and kissed my forehead before walking down the hall, not looking back. I sat back in my seat and sighed, bringing up the cameras and looking around. I need to clear my mind, goddamn Bonnie, your kisses cause such fuss. Heh, fuss, haven't used that word in absolute ages. I really need to get my mind off romance and junk like that and onto other stuff, like surviving the second night of my job and moving onto another night. Another night of romance and confusing love. Sigh… I guess this is my job now.

I looked to the picture of the Golden Freddy… now that I think about he looks more like Freddy than Frederik. I wondered if I'd ever meet this guy, and if he was good or not. I realised I was just rambling on mentally about someone that might not even exist and flipped the cameras off, feeling arms go around my neck and rest on my chest, a head being rested on the top of mine. I flinched. I hadn't even heard whoever it was sneak up on me, making me jumpier than usual. I went to talk but was silenced by the most… beautiful… voice I'd ever heard.

"Time for the main attraction, the story must be told. Time for a chain reaction; it never gets old. Some 'bots get satisfaction breaking the mold. Some bots are just distractions, some bots are 'Just Gold'.

"I'm not the bad guy, I'm just a bit surprising. It's not worth losing sleep, It's not worth analysing. There was a time not so long ago at all… I was just like you, Can you hear my call?

"Now I'm poppin' in over here, over there! I'll be checking in, but you'll never be aware. In the beginning I kept a keen eye on the state of affairs with the new guy…" the voice sung, line after line, making me feel dizzy and entranced. Who was this? He mentioned Gold… that raises flags. I couldn't move in my seat, but I could smell a dangerously sweet and aromatic cologne drifting from my 'attacker'. It was delicious smelling, like candy. "W-who are you?" I asked more shakily than I intended. The voice laughed magically like ringing bells "I thought you would have known, after all, you have my picture on your desk" the obviously male attacker said. I looked to the desk and saw Golden Freddy's picture, suddenly realising with a gasp who my attacker was. Golden Freddy! Oh great lords of crap! It's him! I looked down at his hands and saw they were pale skinned, black fingerless gloves and pale yellow sleeves to a button-up shirt I was guessing. I couldn't move much so it really made me seethe.

"Golden Freddy…" I murmured earning a nod. "Yes, I am. And I've shown myself to you because I feel as if you… deserve to see me. Not many mortals know of my existence, yet you know now because I feel you are troubled and need soothing. I will visit you soon, but for now we shall remain acquaintances until further proof arises. Farewell Samuel Hunt," Golden Freddy said before placing a kiss on my cheek, disappearing. Wow and why was all I could think about. … I'll be checking in, but you'll never be aware… did that mean he'll be watching me? God, if so, I'd better not bust out my M-19 gun and massacre the employees here.

Just kidding I don't own one… yet.

I took a deep breath and laid back in my chair, trying to relax and clear my mind. I guess I relaxed too much because before long I was fast asleep in that padded chair. Ahh sleep, we meet again. I can't wait for tomorrow.