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Chapter 9
Malcom Downing
As I take another bite of my pork burrito I look around the building and start to eavesdrop on people's conversations, one was about someone's job and how bad it is (If only he knew about my job.), a kid pleading to his parents for dessert, and someone ranting about why people can be so stupid sometimes. What should I be doing right now, I should be getting some sleep and researching Freddy Fazbear's Pizza but nope, I'm in a Café Rio eating a pork burrito and eavesdropping on people's conversations. After a while I see the manager walk through the door, when he sees me he walks toward me and he sits at my table.
"Hello Malcom," he says.
"Hello, how are you doing?" I ask.
"Good, but I need to tell you something," he says.
"What is it?" I ask.
"After the week is done I am offering you to move to the day shift," he says.
"Why should I move to the day shift?" I ask.
"Because if you change to the day shift, you get a raise," he says.
Right now in the position I'm in, a raise doesn't sound too bad.
"And it's for your own safety," he adds.
"So he knows that the animatronics kill," I think to myself.
"I'll take it but I have one condition," I say.
"What is it?" he asks.
"I get free cokes as long as I work there," I say.
"Sure, I could go with that," he says.
"By the way, I need to ask you something," I say.
"Sure, ask away," he says.
" What could you tell me about Fredbears' Family Diner?" I ask.
"Well, it was the first restaurant that I owned and it enabled me to make the Freddy Fazbear's pizza that you work at," he answers.
"What happened to your brother?" I ask.
"Where did you learn about him?" He asks.
"From a newspaper," I say.
"Well, we both used to own the business together but he tragically died in a car crash," he answers.
"Oh, I'm sorry," I say.
"It's ok, I intend to carry on without him and to make him proud," he says.
"Well, I need to go and get some sleep," I say.
"Bye Malcom," he says as I walk out of the door.
After I walk out of the building I get on my bike and start to ride home, as I'm riding home I remember when I first got into mechanics. I was about 13 years old when I was in school and I was taking a class when we where introduced to the machine, all of us where amazed but I think I was a little bit more then everyone else. As we learned about how they worked and other stuff, I grew more interested in creating these things for a living (That obviously didn't work out.). So after school was done I went over to the neighbors' house to learn more about machines (Because the person living there was a mechanic.). So after everyday after school I want over to their house to learn about mechanics, this continued on for about a year or so until they moved. But by then I knew a lot about machines and I got a small part time job at Chuck E. Cheese's fixing the animatronics there and changing the parts and stuff like that. But soon they found another mechanic that was more talented then I was so they fired me so he could take my place, after I got fired I picked up other jobs like being a casher, working at MacDonald's, and working at Wal-Mart. But then the robbery came and my life got completely messed up, now I'm here working possibly the most dangerous job in the world. But there is one positive thing that came out of this job I got some new friends, but I also got some new enemies too but I better not dwell on that thought because I need to stay positive for the next night to be successful.
Mangle/New Foxy
"What am I feeling?" I think to myself.
Just only a few hours ago I felt a new depth of feelings, it's what I think people call emotions, right now I'm experiencing a feeling that is like an intensified version of anger. The feeling is fueled from the kids dismantling me, and the adults that stand idly by watching them take me apart piece by piece, I now know that the kids don't know any better but the adults do. As time goes on the feeling swells up so passionately inside me up until the point of even thinking about adults makes me want to explode. Near the end of the day when most of the kids are gone I decide that I need to talk to somebody, but when I try to move one of my libs it doesn't move correctly. But with some practice I start to get the hang of it and I try climbing on the ceiling to help hide from the people inside the building, so I stretch out my hand and grab the counter and pull myself up on top. After I'm on top, I grab a ledge and pull myself to the ceiling and I just hang there for a second, it feels strange not moving on the ground but I keep going to the next room. Soon I'm hanging on the ceiling of the game room looking down at the people below me, I cross the game room and into the main hallway looking at the parts and service room and start to head toward the door to that room. When I get to the door I open it and enter the room, after I close the door behind me I look for Foxy and I see him in a corner slumped over. I walk over and search for his free roam switch and I soon find it and I turn it on, at first I only hear a mechanical wurrring sound but soon I see Foxy's eyes turn bright and soon he started to move.
"Foxy, is that you?" He asks.
"Yes Foxy it's me," I say.
"It's nice to see somebody after being turned off for so long," he says.
"And it's nice to talk to somebody after being dismantled all day," I say.
"Can you help me up?" He asks.
"Sure," I say as I help him stand up.
"So, what have you been up to?" He asks.
"You know the answer to that question," I say.
"Well, it seems that people start their conversations with that comment," he says.
"Oh, I didn't know you where taking lessons in conversations," I say.
"Well, I'm full of surprises," he says.
"Apparently so," I say.
"By the way, have you lately felt like you want to tear somebody into shreds?" I ask.
"No, have you?" He asks.
"I have been all day." I answer.
"I wonder why?" He asks.
"It probably has to do with the kids dismantling me and the adults standing by thinking that nothing that nothing is wrong." I say.
"I've been out of service for years and I'm not losing my mind," he says.
"Are you saying that I'm losing my mind?" I ask angrily.
"No not at all, it's just that I don't want you to lose your mind," he says.
"Well, if that is you are saying then that's fine," I say.
"What has gotten into you?" He asks.
"Nothing, would you like it if you where dismantled by kids everyday of you life?" I ask.
"No, not really," he says.
"Exactly, and it's even worse when I see the adults standing idly by," I say.
"I would be a little annoyed but I wouldn't go berserk about it," he says.
"It's worse then you think," I say.
"Being left to rot is worse then you think," he replies.
"Wait, I have an idea," Foxy says.
"You have an idea for what?" I ask.
"Remember what Malcom said about tampering with the others," he says.
"Yes, I remember," I say.
"Maybe the person tampered with you too," he says.
"I think that someone tampered with you for thinking such ridiculous things," I say.
"No I'm serious, just let me open your back," he says.
"No way, how do I know that your won't destroy me?" I ask.
"What happened to trust?" He asks.
"What do you mean trust?" I ask almost screaming, "You are just some useless piece of junk that is not worthy of my trust."
"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?" He screams as he walks toward me.
"Get away from me you worthless machine," I say as I open the door.
"At least I'm not going insane," Foxy says before I slam the door.
It felt good to do that, and I want to do it again but I won't do it now, I'll do it later because now is not the time.
Toy Chica
The day is almost done and I can now take a break and rest, I jump off the stage and I move toward the main hallway when I hear what seems like someone arguing and soon I hear a door open and I hear Mangles voice say something and I hear what sounds like Foxy's voice say something about Mangle going insane. Then the door slam and I hear Mangles' footsteps coming my way and she is not in a very good mood so I act casual.
"Hey Foxy what are you doing?" I ask.
"What do you think I'm doing?" She asks, "I'm going to my place at actually get some privacy."
"Can I come?" I ask.
"No, there is no room for any others like you!" she says.
"Why not I'm your friend," I say.
"You where my friend," she says as she walks away.
Now I know what Foxy said about Mangle going insane, maybe I should go talk to Foxy, as I walk inside I see Foxy with a confused expression on his face.
"Hey, what happened?" I ask.
"Foxy, wait no Mangle is losing her mind," he says.
"I saw that, but why?" I ask.
"Someone tampered with her programming," he answers.
"Why would someone want to do that?" I ask.
"I really don't know," he says.
"I just wanted to check on you to see if you're ok," I say.
"That's nice of you, but even if she did attack me I could have beaten her," he says.
"By the way do you want to come out of that room?" I ask.
"Me, come out of this room, of course," he says as he walks out of the room.
"Wow, it looks much different then it does during the night," he says.
"Wait, do you remember the night well?" I ask.
"Yes I remember it perfectly," he says, "What about you?"
"Every time I try to remember it always comes out fuzzy," I say.
"That's strange, how come I remember it perfectly but you can't?" I ask.
"I don't know but it hurts my brain when I think about it," I say.
"Whatever it's almost night," he says as he walks back into the parts and service room while I walk back onto the stage.
Malcom Downing
I walk into Freddy Fazbear's Pizza and I see the animatronics that I will never forget and move toward the stage, I see Chica walk up to the stage and I walk over to her.
"Hey Chica," I say.
"Yes," she says.
"115503," I say.
"Huh, what?" She asks.
"Remember?" I ask.
"Remember what?" She asks.
"Never mind," I say as I walk away.
As I walk by the parts and service room I see Foxy walk out.
"Something is wrong with New Foxy," he says.
"What do you mean?" I ask.
"Someone altered her programming so she is now more violent," he says as he starts walking toward the office.
"Does that mean that she will be going against us," I ask.
"Possibly, I don't know," he says.
"But I brought my guitar so we are set," I say showing him my electric guitar.
"Ok, lets just get to the office before something bad happens," he says.
"Sounds like a good plan," I say as we run to the office before the night starts in 2 minutes.