Hello. I know it's been like a year - or two - but I'm still alive and kicking. I've had ideas and written some out, but life is just difficult and my computer had an incident, so I lost a lot of my writing materials that I had saved up, plus the documents on FFN had wiped. I've shifted to a way to upload for now, but I'm mostly focusing on an original story with that I plan on publishing at some point. This is going to be a much more lighthearted series of oneshots made in an, I guess, episodic format. Anyways, hope you enjoy.
Workers busily shuffled through the empty warehouse with a truck backing in, loudly beeping within the concrete building. A man was using two light sticks to guide it end through the narrow door, and eventually it stopped after running over a cleaning sign that had been placed over a puddle of oil. The driver climbed out, and they walked to the back with the other workers and opened it up, exposing four animatronics which were currently deactivated, and they dragged them out rather...
Forcefully...
Every other step a limb clanged against the ground, scuffing fur and busting toes of those workers who refused to wear steel toes, and eventually, they were left in a heap in one of the rooms of the warehouse before the workers locked up and left the warehouse. They didn't move for hours, with it quickly turning morning of the next day before a security guard arrived and clocked in, inside of a office on the second floor. He picked up a note left by his punch card, reading it.
"Mr. Cozack, please reactivate the animatronics in the warehouse to restart their servos. The engineers forgot to do it before they left. - Management."
Cozack sighed as he crumpled the paper in his hands, taking a sip off his coffee.
"Great. Just great." He walked out the office and onto a cat walk, stepping down a flight of steel grated stairs. He turned the corner, flipping around a keyring on his finger as I tried to pick out the right key while sipping the caffeinated beverage. Next, he reached a door with the numbers zero-one on the top which he promptly opened, only to see the Fazbear band on the ground in a pile, having been haphazardly thrown in. "Even better! Robot twister..."
He mumbled a few curses as he went inside and knelt beside the bots, pulling out a screwdriver and prying open the backplate on their head and digging around before feeling the switch, flipping Freddy on. With a hum, the bear's eyes opened and that was it. His body unable to move for the moment because of being shut off for over twenty-four hours. Next, Cozack got to work on Bonnie, then, Chica, and finally Foxy, before putting the plates back on.
"Okay, guys. Sorry about that," He said with a deep exhale as he rubbed his forehead. "Our engineers decided that leaving you off was preferable than just cutting you on, so I had to do it. Anyways, I already heard from management you guys move around so I'll leave the door unlocked and lock the office."
It was still quiet save for their humming as the servos warmed up, and he left the room with the door hanging open. Bonnie, who had previously been stuck at the bottom of the pile, was now on his side while trying to move as his voicebox suddenly started making chords, not yet making vocals. At least, for a few seconds.
"Fuck! Why does my ass hurt so bad!?"
The other three somehow managed to break past the speech barrier and busted out in laughter while lying paralyzed on the floor.
"Bonnie, how is that the first thing you ask," Freddy questions with a suspicious glare towards the rabbit who was still groaning.
"I feel like I got dropped from thirty feet, Freddy. They punted me on the concrete, the fucks!"
"Are you sure you just didn't get cozy with one of the bastards," Foxy asked in a crude tone, Bonnie managing to move a leg and kick him in the shoulder. "I deserve that."
"So this is the warehouse they were talking about," Chica said, looking around. "Why is it just a concrete room?"
"There's a door my way," Freddy called out, poking her back with his head.
"You see anything, then?"
"Concrete and pillars."
They were realizing that the people had lied to them about this being a comfortable place real quick, Bonnie more so than the others, and they managed to get into walking condition within moments to explore the building thoroughly. Freddy decided to step out first, looking around at the empty building in disdain as he shouted expletives at the roof.
"They didn't even bring our stuff!"
Cozack was busy scrolling on his phone, his boots propped on his desk, and a hard knocking sound caught his attention as he raised a finger to hush them as he finished a video on his phone and paused it, turning over with a deadpanned expression before unlocking a speaking hole in the window. A few more seconds of silence was held between them as he stared them down.
"Why are you guys knocking on my office door like the FBI?"
"Where's our stuff," Freddy asked, Chica folding her arms beside him.
"What stuff?"
"Our stuff! We had stuff! They said they'd bring it, and it's not here!"
Chica nodded from beside him, and Foxy and Bonnie added on by listing some of their missing items before Cozack again shushed them.
"I don't know where the hell your stuff is at. I didn't even know you guys even had personal belongings until this very moment, so how about this? I'll ask around with management and get back to you. For now, they have an offer to collect faz tokens to purchase new items to furnish the building," Cozack suggested, leaning against the desk with his cheek pressed against his wrist. "Stuff like beds, TVs, even laptops because they seem to not care about keeping you hidden. I seriously don't understand-"
"So our stuff is just gone and we gotta get it back by forced labor," Foxy asked with a growl, and Cozack shrugged.
"I didn't make the rules, I'm just here because regulation mandates a guard on the premises."
"Okay, minimum wage," Bonnie said, holding a hand up for him to stop while the group huddled together to talk. "So, what do we do here?"
"I don't know. We might get our stuff back," Chica suggested, only for Foxy to shake his head.
"No, I'm sure those bastards have done sold our stuff."
"I think we should just roll with it," Freddy said, looking between them. "Who knows, maybe we can cheat the system somehow and get a lot of tokens."
"Ay, I think I could do that," Foxy said with a toothy grin.
"We should figure out what we gotta do first," Bonnie interjected, causing Freddy and Foxy to nod.
"Yeah, but we should keep our eyes open for our stuff, anyways."
"Alright, so," Freddy said, looking between everyone again, "Figure out what we have to do, find a way to cheat it, and keep an eye on our stuff?"
"Sounds good to me."
"Let's do it."
Turning around, they spotted Cozack who was on his phone again, pausing a video to meet them. "So, have you figured out what you want to do?"
"What do we have to do for the tokens," Freddy asked, a serious expression as Cozack dug through a folder before reading aloud.
"Load boxes from shipment in storage zone in eastern side of warehouse, thirty tokens for each animatronic per shipment."
"We're literally a slave labor force, now," Foxy exclaimed with a groan as he threw his arms up.
"You could also clean up any oil puddles, the bathrooms, or kitchen area in the break room, ten tokens a room," The guard added, flipping to another page. "This is surveyed at each hour of the day by a roaming bot..."
"Wait, so there's like a roomba rolling around here every hour," Freddy questioned, only to be met with a no.
"It takes an hour to make it's way around the warehouse, so... Yeah. Anyways, screw off, please," Cozack said, waving us away from the office as we walked down the steps with furrowed brows.
"So there's a break room," Bonnie mumbled, rubbing his chin.
"Maybe there's food," Chica mused, and Foxy shrugged.
"I could go for a bite, to be honest. Starving."
"Let's go take a look, then," Freddy said, taking the lead after locating a map and guiding them to another end of the warehouse. Crossing into the eastern side, they noticed a few cargo containers of boxes laying in front of a storage area which they assumed was the relocation job Cosack spoke about, then the break room which was furnished with some chairs, a fridge and stove, and a sink which sat across from the microwave. Foxy and Chica opened the freezer, finding a mixture of frozen burritos and a pizza, and they grabbed the burritos and threw them in the microwave before sitting down with plastic plates from above the sink.
"Damn, I hadn't ate in days," Foxy groaned as he took a bite.
"We still need to figure out our belongings situation, you know," Bonnie exclaimed, and Foxy ignored him while taking another bite.
"Bonnie, come on, let's get started on moving those boxes to the storage shelves," Freddy said, hitting his arm before walking out.
Bonnie sighed as he placed the crate on the shelf, having moved over fifty of the boxes so far, Freddy having a similar amount himself. They walked back, panting, and spotted Foxy finally returning as he picked up a crate and turned, handing it off to Bonnie, then grabbing another to hand to Freddy, and finally getting a third before walking behind them down to an open shelf. It went like this for a while, the trio working silently as they moved the boxes, slowly progressing through the first container until it was emptied and they shut it, going to the second.
Chica finally got back by now, also lending some assistance as they got into a rythmn of picking up a crate, walking it down to the shelves, and placing it down before going back and grabbing another box. Time passed quickly, with Foxy and Bonnie began tossing the boxes between each other as Chica threw them over, and Freddy caught them at the end and placed them in open spots.
Laughing, Freddy had found a small ball that he chucked at Foxy from the end of the warehouse, hitting him in the shoulder as he dropped a box and tripped onto it with a groan. He flicked Freddy the bird from the ground, and Bonnie was busy covering his face to hide his reaction as Chica wheezed behind them both. Soon they were again busy moving the boxes after Foxy cleaned up the destroyed one, finding they had been filled with plush toys of themselves.
Eventually, they were finished with the containers and they looked at the few stocked shelves at the front of the warehouse in pride as they turned and left the eastern area. Their first stop was finding Cozack, and when they arrived, surprisingly - he wasn't on his phone. No, instead, he was passed out with his security guard had over his eyes. Foxy took the initiative, this time, going to the metal door and banging on it loud enough for it to reverberate throughout the warehouse as if they were gunshots.
"Hey, wake the hell up! We unloaded the containers!"
He had jumped in his seat, falling onto his side as the chair gave out underneath him and a plastic piece shot out with a crack against the floor. With a loud groan, he looked around the office before turning his head upward at the group.
"What the fuck!?"
"We finished up. How do we get our tokens," Freddy asked, and the man shrugged before leaning against the desk.
"I don't know, I just wanted you to do my tasks for me," Cozack said, and Foxy went ballistic immediately, slamming against the door with all his might as Bonnie ran over and pulled him back, his feet still scraping against the door as he was yanked away.
"You bastard!"
"You're a dirty man," Freddy said, staring at the guard with squinted eyes who smirked, waving him away...