[A/N] Ownership of Fnaf goes to Steelwool and Scott, and Portal to Valve.
As the pizza plex was engulfed in flames, a thunderous crackle was heard as the structure around Roxy raceway completely levelled. Dust, smoke and fumes rose from the groaning complex, followed by sneering fires that swallowed the rest of the building shortly after.
Down below, by the basement of the entertainment facility; remains of the long forgotten and buried pizza place stood, where a three-way fight among Gregory, Afton and the hideous Amalgamation took place. The child was trapped in an office-like compartment with two blast door shutters and three monitors that kept Afton from getting to him, while the metallic tendrils of the blob from above searched by trial and error.
While the fight continued, the situation began to deteriorate quicker with more fire starting and wiring becoming faulty.
A mighty rumble sounded, bringing down loose debris upon all the parties involved. The first to be affected was the blob who was crushed and burned by the flames. The second was Afton, who fell through the floor as it gave way, who was then shortly followed by Gregory hiding inside the recharge booth with Freddy.
Animatronics in the facility, above and other company assets that couldn't escape the inferno met their fates in a matter of minutes, as the entire pizza plex was torn asunder. The only light that radiated in the cool morning was the former establishment.
Where the final battle originally took place, was a soon gaping sinkhole. The hole with seemingly no end in sight due to poor lighting and shadows, appeared to go on forever.
The rapid descent of the recharge pod caused ear-ripping sensations, as it and its occupants fell at, what was like terminal velocity. Luckily from being inside, the material that the pod was made of suppressed the howling wind, only giving Freddy and Gregory the pressing matter of gravity to feel. Maybe not that lucky.
"Gregory, how are you holding up?"
"I- I don't know. Do y-you think we're going to make it?"
"I'm sure of it, superstar. Remember, Fazbear entertainment spared no expense. I'm positive we can make it."
A hundred meters passed every few seconds. As Gregory brought up his Fazwatch to connect to Freddy's POV, he could soon see boxy shapes, illuminated slightly by both the limited real-world light and artificial light though the recharge booth's port window.
The box-structures were getting numerous the further they fell. The more he peered the more he saw. Each and every cube was adorned in walls of blue lights, with horizontal and vertical support beams around them.
"... t-these buildings all around us, d-do you think people l-live really under Freddy's?"
"Not that I know of. It's so strange…"
Freddy couldn't finish his reply, as he too was at awe with all that was happening around the pod.
These structures were varied in size and shape. Most always rectangular like a standard apartment block. But with all the light coming off actual lighting and various bits, it felt very much like a city. Albeit a ghost town with no car traffic or pedestrians.
It was peculiar and more attuned to a work of science fiction. Around the cuboid city of infinitude, was a sprawling system of glass tubes that hauled in material and objects. These pipes would connect to the suspended chambers and lead elsewhere into fog.
In the extensive network of pipes, were objects, best explained to be abstract in shape. Some heavy weighted cubes floated through with spheroid constructs that had three dagger-like prongs at one end, and an antenna fixed to the other. These objects were pumped through the tubes, speeding by at effective speed.
"Gregory, you are going to need to brace yourself!"
"W-What? But what about you?"
"I will be fine. Now quickly, we do not have long before impact with- "
A loud bang was heard, muffled slightly. But it did not stop there as several more bangs and crashes took place, shaking the pod around a bit. Glass, wood and lighter materials exploded from under the pod, as an all-mighty final band sounded off followed by Gregory blacking out and Freddy shutting down to reserve energy.
The room was dull and dusty from a lack of use. Desks, chairs and filing cabinets were present among the most common things in an office compartment. Dry, empty mugs and untouched papers cluttered the desks, as if this place was once full of employees.
On the walls were workplace safety posters and motivational imagery dated to around the late 80s to 90s. Other decals included a printed logo of the company, next to the office-module's designation.
The surroundings looked untouched, with dust, cobwebs and a bird's nest perched on a long-dead computer monitor. Everything was left alone and unchanged… that is, till the ceiling abruptly caved in.
A hole was torn into the ceiling, like a puncture wound as lighting fixtures were shattered and wood splintered.
As the dust settled, silence finally returned.
A desk was completely unrecognisable under the impact from the red cylinder capsule. Pens, papers and loose items were torn up, with ceiling debris surrounding the pod.
The pod was badly scratched up. It's singular window port shattered and metal casing dented.
The entrance of the recharge booth was cracked open, leaving the larger of the two occupants in a bit of a pickle.
A buzz was heard from the animatronic bear in the pod. His systems and subroutines ran a diagnostic scan, while preparing to boot up. Beeps and whines of servos followed after as Freddy opened his eyes.
"Gregory… are you alright?"
"..."
"Gregory?"
Freddy ran a vital sign test. The kid didn't sound so good. But he was breathing, so that was evidently good.
Getting his bearings (no pun intended), the animatronic bear reached for the door of the recharge booth to slide the shutter open manually, due the automatic controls being torn up from the landing.
He would also need to find a new recharge station before his battery flatlined. He estimated there would be around 45 minutes left to go, so as long as he didn't overdo himself or walk too far, he could maintain his energy for a few hours longer.
The door grated open with some effort, allowing him to leave the pod and find a place to allow Gregory to recover. He kept his pace slow, as to not cause further damage to the boy in his storage cavity.
He skimmed the room for contents, reading signs, posters and anything that was comprehensible due the state of the room. A white board, in the corner of the room, was present. Two large notable words hung, printed on the furthest back wall, it read 'APERTURE LABORATORIES'.
A message scribbled deliberately on the board said 'do not trust her'. Next to the writing was a crude drawing of a camera and some sort of egg, with a red dot for an eye.
"Would this be referring to that rabbit lady Gregory kept seeing?" Freddy thought out loud.
An hour went by. Though down here, time seemed to not matter.
Gregory was resting on a couch in the nearby break room, connected a hallway down to the disturbed office they landed in.
Freddy made several attempts to locate the Plex's network but gave up after his last try. The depth of the sinkhole and miles of seemingly endless structures was assumed to be the interference, so unless they reached the surface, there was nothing they could do.
"Maybe if I try one more time…" He ventured to himself.
…
"Hey, would you mind keeping that down!" A new voice chastised.
Shaking out of his stupor of surprise, he turned to where he thought the voice was coming from. Freddy looked all around his general vicinity, squinting to hone onto the grumbling voice.
"No, over here." The nasally voice squawked.
"I can't see you, sir?" Freddy politely responded, trying again to locate the newcomer.
"Ha, that's a good one. But seriously look down."
Beside the far wall of the office, was a door frame with the accompanied door lying off on the catwalk. And by that was a dark-grey metallic spherical robot. Its body was like an endoskeleton, with exposed compartments and holes where wiring can be seen. The body was only just higher than Gregory, and had a single red eye in the middle of its 'face'. To stand, it was on a tripod set of three dagger legs.
"What are you?" Freddy asked, intrigued and a bit uneasy.
"Ima turret! Say, partner, you look mighty different from those other guys. I haven't been around the block that often, so I take it to either management's trying something new or you're not really from around here?"
"A turret?"
"Yep. Though if you ever run into management, just say I killed you." The turret said.
It opened up its gun flaps and aimed at Freddy with a red laser sight, and yelled 'blam blam blam'. Mimicking gun shots that would naturally fire from his pale cousins.
Freddy in response knocked over a desk and wheel over a chair for cover, but when he heard no shots fired, he peaked up.
Oddly, Freddy has never been in a firefight before. But with Fazbear Entertainment's system protocols and subsystems, it was almost like they expected this sort of thing; perhaps as a failsafe reaction to protect guests.
The Defective Turret chuckled to himself, as Freddy stood back up glaring at the Aperture science product.
"Heh, it never gets old." The turret said. If it had a mouth, it would be smiling in content.
...
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[to be continued, maybe]
[A/N]
Far Future plans for this story:
Animatronics getting acquainted (imagine Monty Gator and Adventure core)
Vanny redemption arc maybe?
AEGIS core gets corrupted by Afton
Meet a live turret firing squad
Do some science (GLaDOS can be cruel sometimes)
Old Aperture and Cave Johnson
Glitchtrap/Afton vs GLaDOS; battle of wills and intellect
The facility is alive (I'm talking chambers, doors, lights and more)
Leave Aperture to its own devices, don't come back...
This is a thought experiment that ended up starting into the beginning of a fic
"What if Aperture was secretly in someone's Basement?"