00 NIGHT OF THE FIRST DAY

Maybe it was the universal instinct of a fear of the night, but the place went from a gentle if unremarkable place to one of pure horror and terror; the light of the moon seemed to reveal all the imperfections of an old building facing years of neglect.

Stains marred the surface of once bright tiles, spiders bestowed every corner with the joy of their gloomy homes, and trash littered the ground leaking from every pore.

"This place is fricking gross!" muttered Dragoon.

"I know right?"

The voice from nowhere made him jump so hard, that it shocked him more when it continued, "I'm just going to assume that made sense…'cause it worked on me when the last guy did it."

Just a phone call...from a really board sounding guy.

"Sigh...Hello and welcome to Freddy Fazbear's pizza pallor, where fun and good will for children and adults can be found….yatta yatta any ways I'm the previous security guard."

"Oh hello I'm-"

"I thought I'd record this message to help you get the hand of things down there."

"Oh."

"Company policy talks about the hours, the wages, the missing person's reports and carpet cleaning but don't actually tell you the most important thing; what you're keeping an eye out for."

"Isn't it burglars?"

"If you said robbers, burglars, or vagabonds that would make too much sense."

"Aww!"

"Nope, just the animatronics…you see…there not really animatronics."

You could hear a pin drop from sheer intrigue.

"The animatronics….there somewhere between a regular animatronic and a robot master. That basically only means they have a sorta…free roaming mode? Yeah something like that. Something about their servos locking up from disuse…"

"That's not how robots work. That's the complete opposite of how robots work!"

"Whatever I don't know a thing about robots…yeah but these guys are a tad…quirky. You see, you don't ever want them to see you at night. They'll uh think you're a frame without his costume on."

"Pfft! I should be safe!" his unusual form should ward away those thoughts.

"The bad thing is, they'll try to shove you in a Freddy or friend suit; you know to help out there buddy who forgot it."

"How noble!"

"Bad thing is it's full of cross beams and wires…"

"Ouch…" brows knitted.

"Especially around the facial area…"

"Ouch!" he flinched.

"Yeah the only parts of you that would see the light of day again are your eyes and teeth that would be forced out of the front of the mask."

"WHAT IN TARNATION?!"

"Yeah they don't tell you those things."

"OH GOSH WHAT DO I DO?!"

"Don't worry; just keep the doors shut when they're nearby and you'll be fine. And only when there nearby cause the cheap skates are trying to save power. Everything is limited so…good luck!"

The phone hung up, and Dragoon started to cry in fear.

For a while, actually a better part of the night…nothing much happened. Dragoon would glance at the cameras, tap at the lights, and basically almost fall asleep. What a waste of tears. The place was a decrepit mess, but it was quiet. Not much more you could ask for really…

Sure; two of the animatronics started moving around. Well it was more like warping; he never once saw them physically move. Sure that was a jolt, but they never did much. They stood around, looked at the wall, looked at the camera once or twice just general harmless creepiness…

Then during one of his light tapping one of them suddenly appeared right outside.

Haunting with a dead eyed stare.

Bonnie if he remembered the name. The purple rabbit was the first to find him…now what?

She…well it sounded like a she kinda name, stood there unblinking. Completely stumped from his surprise he merely waved at her, "Hello."

Unblinking. Unmoving. Actually that was wrong. Her hand twitched in a pain full looking manor. Must have been missing a bolt or it popped off or something.

Without breaking eye contact he slipped his hand into a storage slot were he kept some loose nuts and bolts; she seemed to only need standard issues so no problem there. He then silently brought his hand over and quickly screwed it into place. His strength making up for the lack of tools.

For the first time sense he got there he saw a critter move, of its own will, head somewhat jerkily moved down to see the handy work on her hand. She flexed it then turned back up to face him.

Now that they seemed to be at an understanding he tried communication again, "So, Bonnie, what's up?"

Back to the unblinking, but this time she very slightly tilted her head. Did she even know…?

Was it even possible for her?

This time he transferred it directly to her in plain as plain binary, "Are you okay?"

Blink. In a vicious haze of static he received a transmission back, "You speak the language of the gods?"

"…pardon?" he was completely freaked out now.

"You also speak the language of children, but we cannot hear the language of children."

"…no audio?"

Return of the tilted head, "like the speakers?"

"Not quite. Like, backwards speakers? Microphones?"

"?"

The two spent the rest of time in silence. He turned off the light to save power, and when he went to check again she was gone.

While he had not followed protocol with Bonnie, he honestly couldn't have hit the door button faster after the haunting visage of Chika graced his window. She was not nearly as friendly ish….but given some time in the darkness and she would leave. The bear never budged.

Bonnie visited few more times, but aside from Dragoon's greeting nothing was said between them, and she never did anything.

6 AM rolled around and the two went back on the stage. Dragoon had a big stretch and a yawn, punched his card, said good morning to Hummen and the day workers, and left.