It was close to three-thirty in the morning when Jess heard something knocked over. Any other person would have assumed it was their boyfriend or husband coming in late and forgetting to turn on the light.

But Sam worked until six as a night guard, and he never came back before six fifteen at the earliest.

So in the spirit of self defense, Jess reached down and pulled out something Sam liked to call "Mr. Crowbar". Armed with the heavy iron, she carefully walked out of the room and used it to sweep under the intruder's feet. If they had simply broken into the wrong house, then no damage done. If not, well being knocked on your ass tended to disorient people pretty well.

"OOF!"

It was a guy's voice.

"For your sake you damn well better not be a thief. I have a boyfriend who would be happy to have...words...with you otherwise and he's a night guard."

"I'm not a thief! I came to find my brother!"

Jess flipped on the lights. She held the crowbar up high enough for him to see as a warning.

"Who are you?"

"Dean. Dean Winchester. I came looking for Sam."

Jess slowly lowered the crowbar. Sam had mentioned Dean before...and his crappy sense of humor.

"Sam isn't here. He's at work and won't be home until at least six-twenty."

"Where does he work?"

"He's a night guard at a pizza place. He works from midnight to six in the morning."

"Where's the pizza place?"

Armed with directions, Dean left the apartment...unaware Jess was calling Sam and giving him a head's up about the scare he had given her. She promptly locked the door and the windows.


At Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria...

Sam had an evil grin on his face. It was time to give Dean a good scare, since he wouldn't think to bring a gun with him inside.

"Hey guys, how would you like to give a proper Freddy Fazbear's welcome to my older brother? He's coming this way."

Seeing the evil grins of the animatronics, Sam started chuckling evilly.

Sam was in the control booth waiting for the familiar sight of the black Impala. He didn't have to wait long.

He saw Dean case the place, before entering a boy's bathroom window he left open. Despite the best efforts of the cleaning staff (and by that he meant almost none at all) the smell was absolutely terrible. And the less said about the dubious cleanliness of the toilets, the better.

Sam waited until Dean entered the view of one of the many discreet wireless cameras he had installed within the first week of being hired (they didn't go down like the on-site ones did and they recorded straight to his laptop) before he gave the signal. He 'accidentally' hit the music, causing the rather annoying Fazbear's theme to start playing. Dean actually jumped and banged his head good on the window sill. Sam snickered when he recorded his brother swearing quietly through the cracked door. He took a few moments before turning off the music, making it look like he had hit the button by mistake. He kept the lights off in the office so Dean wouldn't come straight to him.

Sam was quietly snickering while watching Dean's progress. Chica was keeping him from getting near the now open window in the bathroom.

Foxy came up from behind Dean with a surprising amount of stealth and without warning grabbed his brother.

Dean struggled to get free, but as Sam knew personally those animatronics were VERY strong.

Then came the piece de resistance.

Chica and the Golden Freddy armed with plenty of cheap girlish make up and a victim who couldn't move. Dean really struggled when Chica began applying the make up.

Sam left the guard room laughing his ass off while Chica and Rose (the Golden Freddy's original name) made Dean "pretty".

He was armed with a camera and an evil grin. Dean started swearing when he realized the truth. He'd been had!

"Bitch," said Dean annoyed.

"Jerk."

"Language!" chastised Freddy.

"Sorry. It's a habit. Well Dean, what do you have to say for yourself?" asked Sam smugly.

"Dude...what the fuck."

"Language!"

"Well, the one holding you is Foxy. This is Freddy the bear. Chica is a chicken, not a duck and she will withhold food if you make that mistake. Then there's Bonnie the rabbit, not bunny. And of course this is Rose, the Golden Freddie. She liked to use posters to jump around and scare people," grinned Sam.

"What. The. Fuck. OW!"

"Before you ask, they're all possessed and no, nothing I've tried works. Fortunately I was able to exorcise the demon that was making them so murderous."

Dean looked at his brother.

"I need alcohol and an explanation. NOW."

Dean was halfway through the bottle when Sam finished.

"So a demon got summoned by a guard and gave him the ability to bring the animatronics alive using the souls of dead kids. The guard was a big enough dick to actually use it, and because of the deal hung around long enough to insure that they became murderous. Said guard was close enough to a demon by the time you got here that a basic exorcism was able to get rid of him permanently. Damn...and here I thought college would be all about parties and getting laid!"

"Yeah, but not before I found out by accident that the souls of the dead guards were pissed enough to stick around. Let's just say any demon that tries to possess me is in for a really nasty surprise," said Sam grimacing.

"What surprise?"

"Well apparently the way the manager buried the dead ones, combined with how guards are usually killed is making it impossible for them to pass on, even if we were to salt and burn them. Their blood was seeped in with the kids that were already stuffed in the suits. So I kinda...agreed to act as their anchoring point. They'll hopefully go wherever they're supposed to with me once I die. In exchange they'll act as protection."

"Creepy, but sounds really useful. You sure that's safe?"

"They need me to help them pass on, or at least try. They only come out whenever I'm in danger and knocked out. To be honest it's mostly a fail safe because of that damn manager. The bastard."

"What's wrong with the manager?"

"Dean, how many guards do you think could handle the scare these guys give, with the open threat of being shoved into one of the empty animatronics which is full of steel, wiring and god knows what else? The bastard covers up the unlucky guards and hides the fact that they're out to kill you. Though he still hasn't figured out how I beat his trick to keeping the place safe without having to pay anyone."

Freddy snorted.

"Sam installed a new generator and put in his own cameras since the ones here don't record anything after midnight."

"I might have also broken into his office and found where he dumped the bodies. When I leave here, I'm taking these guys with me and directing the cops to that bastard," said Sam viciously.

Once the animatronics were removed, the place should be safe enough. Besides, he was already getting them some new covers for their bodies, since the ones they had now were creepy as hell and covered in god knows what. Nothing he tried could get the stains off, and it was easier to do maintenance if they gave them new faces.

He even gave them free reign to pick which ones they wanted, since it was their body after all.

"So why are you here Dean?"

"I came to get your help. Dad's gone missing on a hunt and left me in charge of finishing it. All I got was an EVP of a woman," said Dean.

Sam frowned. Freddy's was going to close soon for health code and safety violations. He would need help in getting the animatronics out and blaming the manager for their loss.

"What are you planning?"

"How long would it take to get wherever Dad was and deal with what I'm guessing is a pissed off ghost?"

"About a day or so, if I didn't stop, why?"

"Care to help me make that manager's life a living hell? I've had more fun working as a night guard here than taking classes, and that was while these guys were still under that demon's control. I might be inclined to go back to hunting if we make sure to clean up this mess first."

Dean grinned.

"What did you have in mind?"

Sam had the most evil grin on his face.


Sam really didn't feel sorry about what he was about to do next. The fat cheapskate bastard had no idea that Dean was currently renting a U-Haul truck after successfully forging the guy's signature and using the credit card Sam had swiped off his desk. Dean had covered himself up enough that no one would be able to tell his actual features outside of him being really fat.

He was going to make sure that the cameras outside got a good long look at the license plate while they stole the animatronics. Dean would also clock Sam hard enough and then bind him inside the pizzeria door so the cops wouldn't suspect he was involved.

Once he pretended to be down after a hit good enough to leave a decent sized bruise, it took an hour before the morning shift came in and found Sam still locked up to the door.

"Sam! What happened?"

"That asshole manager thought it would be hilarious to steal the animatronics and then blame me for incompetence when I told him I needed a few days off!" said Sam. He had already left an anonymous tip to the cops about the dump site and how a man fitting the manager's description had visited with a suspicious looking bag. Dean would dump that phone in a random area for someone else to find.

By the time the place was properly opened, the police had taken his statement and the recordings Sam had helpfully kept on his laptop that showed someone herding the animatronics outside and into the U-Haul truck. It also showed the man hitting Sam hard enough to daze him and tie him inside.

The cops took fingerprints, and thanks to the fact Sam lifted a few and planted them earlier, the manager was 'arrested' for stealing the 'beloved characters'.

After the statement, Sam was pretty much ignored outside of his complaints that he had to bring his own generator and cameras since the manager was too cheap to replace either one. Thanks to the fact his fingerprints were the only ones on the generator and the cameras, they let him take them out. Mostly because the manager couldn't fake his surprise seeing either the generator or the extra cameras.

It really didn't help that countless employees complained of how he refused to replace anything as long as it was still working. They weren't surprised in the least Sam had brought his own.

And once they found the bodies, or what was left of them... well. The families of those that didn't make it were practically screaming for the fat bastard to be hanged.

"So, shall we?" said Sam with a wicked grin. Jess knew he was leaving to help his brother...and he didn't blame her at all for the stink eye she gave Dean. He had woken her out of a sound sleep after breaking in, after all.

"You are an evil, conniving bastard. I'm so proud of you!" said Dean, hugging his brother.

"Not as much as a few friends of mine are. They tried being night guards at Freddy's too, but when I explained what happened they agreed to help fix up the gang. Including Mangle. Thankfully no one noticed me filching parts from the basement weeks ago."

They were more than happy to burn the old costumes, since the new ones looked nothing like them.

Besides, this gave them plenty of experience at practical repairs on old animatronics.

Sam would have to pick them up later though.


"I can't believe we're fixing up the same animatronics that tried to kill us," said Rick.

"We're really sorry. We don't like to hurt people, but he made us!" said a newly liberated Chica. Without the chicken head she looked rather terrifying. Especially since you could see the top of a child's skull if you looked deep enough. On the table nearby was a Dodo head to replace the chicken.

Because of how her head was formed, she would still be stuck with a bird's head, or something with a beak. In order to throw off any cops trying to reclaim the possessed animatronics, Sam had given his friends free liberty to give the Fazbear gang a new look. So long as it wasn't copyrighted anyway.

"Look on the bright side... we get to watch the trail of that fat bastard and record it for enjoyment later," said Jake.

"I still can't believe Sam not only had him arrested, but framed for theft," snickered Rick.

"That man is scarily brilliant."

With the bodies they found and the fact that the manager didn't bother to alert the authorities in a timely manner, it was highly unlikely he'd be given anything less than life without parole. Death, if they were lucky.

Foxy was next after Chica. While he didn't mind being a fox, the sad fact was that if someone looked him up, they'd recognize him as the animatronic from the bite of '77.

The kids were actually really, really eager to chose what they looked like. They hated looking so scary.

"I heard that Sam was seriously considering opening his own restaurant using the gang as a source of revenue. They can't use Fazbear or any of the licensed ones, but if he really does he said he'd keep us on as the repair and maintenance staff!" said Jake.

Rick looked at his friend. They were part time mechanics with a love of animatronics, the more advanced the better. They had become night guards because they wanted to study the infamous bots. So being able to study them and fix them as a job...it was like a dream come true.