Chapter 4: Test of Humanity

"What's a Fazbear Policy Test?" Fredi asked Ozzie.

Suddenly, the door G went into opened and G was standing on the other side looking annoyed.

"You know, this amnesia act you're going for is getting really old," G said. "Just admit that you're an animatronic and get out before the Night Watch Repairmen show up."

"Night Watch Repairmen?" Fredi was confused. "Who are they?"

G slapped his face. "Are you kidding me?"

"No, I think this animatronic really has amnesia," Ozzie said. "But I'm not sure how that could've happened. Were you severely damaged in the cranial area?"

Fredi felt his face, and realized he now had a bandage on the bridge of his nose. "I think I was in a fight, before the one with the animatronics today, and my head might have been hit hard enough to make me lose my memories."

"Ah, so you have temporary amnesia due to severe trauma," Ozzie determined. "Then you'll probably get your memories back soon enough. But I would still like to have you undergo the Fazbear Policy Test, just to make sure."

"Fine," G grumbled. "But I'll be running the test, since I know how to do it properly."

Ozzie didn't argue and rifled through some of the junk piled in a corner of the living room. He then picked up a tablet attached to a black box with a microphone attached to it. G took the device from Ozzie's hand and sat down on a couch, placing the device on the coffee table.

"You should sit down for this," G said to Fredi.

Obediently, Fredi sat on the armchair across from G. Next, G positioned the microphone towards Fredi and turned on the tablet.

"I'm going to ask you a series of questions related to different scenarios," G explained. "Depending on how you respond, your answers will determine if you really are an animatronic or not. So, are you ready to take the test?"

"Yes, I'm ready," Fredi nodded.

G scrolled through the tablet before coming across his first question. "You see a stranger enter your house. Do you attack him or question him?"

"I would question him first," Fredi answered.

"An accident occurs at work that endangers someone's life. How do you respond?"

"Is this person an employee, or a customer?"

"Could be either."

"Well, either way, I would make sure that person is okay."

For a moment, G seemed to remember something. But then he continued scrolling through the tablet. "You're working at a place that requires all employees to wear a certain uniform, though you see someone not wearing the uniform during work hours. Do you pester that person or leave him alone?"

Fredi thought for a moment. "If that person is an employee, I would let them know. But if it's a customer, I would leave them alone unless they needed my help."

G raised his eyebrow. "What makes you think the customer would need help?"

"Because customers always need help, and it's the employee's job to make sure they're being taken care of."

"Yeah, I suppose," G said, and moved on to the next question. "Equipment starts failing at work. Do you call a repairman to fix it, or not?"

"Call the repairman," Fredi answered assertively.

"Your job is extremely dangerous and you don't get paid until the end of the week. Would you continue working or quit?"

"Unless I had another job lined up, I would continue working until I got paid."

"You're working the night shift at a company when you see something move. However, you're completely unarmed. What do you do?"

"First, I would see who or what it is. Then depending on their response, I would check it out."

"Hmm, okay," G responded. "If you know someone was murdered at the place you work at, would you report it to the police or keep quiet?"

This time, Fredi hesitated. He didn't know why, but he couldn't come up with a solid answer to G's question.

"If you can't come up with an answer, let's move on to the final question," G said, and looked down at his tablet. "You're a small child in a restaurant. A stranger wearing a suit asks you to follow him, What do you do?"

"Well, I would assume the stranger in the suit is an employee. So yes, I would follow him," Fredi answered. "And I still don't have an answer for the previous question."

"How come?"

"Because even though the sensible thing would be to call the police, I wouldn't want to incur the wrath of the company I work for."

G frowned as he typed a few things on the tablet before looking at Fredi directly. "Well, it's close, but I think you're an animatronic."

"I could have told him that, based on the fact that he didn't have a pulse when I found him passed out in the nearby alleyway," Ozzie interjected.

"Yes, I know, but some of Fredi's responses were...surprisingly human," G said. "And yet three to four of the answers he gave indicate he's an animatronic, which is the minimum amount for telling animatronics from humans."

While Ozzie and G were talking, Fredi was looking down at his hands in disbelief. "I can't believe what you're saying, G. What gives you the authority to decide what I am?"

"Because I used to work for the Night Watch Repairmen," G said. "They were set up to deal with animatronics that escape from the Freddy's Cafe restaurants by 'dismantling' them, which is a nice way of saying they destroy them."

G got up from the couch and went over to a bookshelf, where he took out a box from behind a row of books. He opened the box and pulled out an object that looked similar to a large gun.

"This isn't a real gun," G clarified, noticing Fredi's terrified expression. "It's actually similar to a taser gun, as it shoots electrical pulses at the target instead of bullets. So if the target is an animatronic, it'll overload their circuits to the point of causing a permanent shutdown and severe damage to the area of impact."

Fredi gulped nervously as G put the gun back into the book and placed it behind the bookshelf row he took it from.

"So now that we know you're an animatronic, would you care to explain what happened before Ozzie found you?" G asked.

To be continued…