Some Things Are Better Left Buried

By: Miss-DNL

Chapter 11: During the Day

In the security office, Gregor hung up the phone. He'd just tried to call Herald Griffith for the third time just now and gotten no response. Tired of listening to the phone ring the guard decided to just give it up, for now at least. He'd wanted to call him to let him know about the three guards he'd just hired. Now he'd either have to wait then call again or Herald would call him. Right now he doubted the latter would happen.

Gregor picked up the control tablet and began flicking through the cameras, starting from the front and working his way back. He paused a moment when he came to the one stationed at the prize corner. Three kids were standing at the counter buying some of the prizes, dolls it seemed. It was honestly better to just buy the plushies, it took a lot of tickets to earn them and thereby a lot of tokens. Gregor watched as the guy manning the counter had Puppet rise from the present to hand out the gifts.

With what Karen had said in mind, Gregor watched the Puppet carefully. He was not disappointed. The gift giver did its job perfectly. It grabbed and handed the gifts out as per instructed by the clerk via controls under the counter. The Puppet's empty eyes; however, did not seem to be solely focused on the kids. Every chance it got the animatronic seemed to shoot a glare at the camera. They were quick but Gregor felt the cold burning eyeless glares directed at him. The words proven even more true, Gregor clicked away from that camera and resumed his check over of the pizzeria.

Once satisfied Gregor set the tablet down. Business was going well and the children were having fun in this variable wonderland. So long as he kept the dark side of things under the rug everything would be fine. It was more the parents that he had to keep things covered for not the kids. The children were focused on having fun and enjoyed Freddy's for what it was. They didn't hold the cynicism that adults were burdened with.

He envied them, they didn't have to worry about much, just whether or not they had school, chores, or if they had to go to bed early. He especially envied the ones with good family lives. Blissfully they are often unaware of the world around them, but at least they enjoyed it. Least they could enjoy their childhood.

Gregor blinked himself back to the present and rubbed his brow, irate with his own day dreaming. He was supposed to be doing his job not letting his mind wonder. He checked the time on the clock, eight fifty-six. Only four minutes till the first show of the day. Gregor's mouth twitched into a frown, he should have checked the time sooner. That's what he got for letting his mind become unfocused.

He pulled his walkie-talkie from where he'd clipped it on his belt. Pressing down on the talk button Gregor spoke into the device, "Karen."

There was brief static before the janitor picked up, "What?"

"Did you manage to clean Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica?" Gregor said, being as nondescript as possible to avoid those passing by overhearing.

"Freddy and Bonnie were easy enough. Carl too since his material is less difficult to clean." Karen answered between what seemed to be drinks.

"And Chica?" He pressed, one hand gripping his chair's arm in a vice.

"Relax." Karen began dismissing the guard's demanding tone, "I got most of it out. The chicken's yellow really took to the color. Going to need to bring a stain remover to get the rest out. But, no one should notice unless they get right up to her."

Gregor relaxed and the janitor continued after another drink, "I'm going to go take care of the garbage right now. Make sure no one breaks rule four while I'm gone."

Uttering a groan of distaste Gregor responded, "I'll be sure to…"

With that Karen ceased responding to go take care of the garbage, which she'd already had stowed away in her car. For believability sake she was going to toss the real trash as well, as she had told him prior. It was a relief to know that was being taken care of. With that off his mind Gregor returned to his job.

There was only two more minutes left before the show, so Gregor decided to do another check of the building. Once more he started from the bottom and worked his way up. As he did he came to the right hall and saw the rule poster posted on the wall. It was white with a golden trim, corners blocked off with a deeper, richer, gold. Behind the words was a happy cartoony looking Freddy with celebratory colors radiating and stars off him. The image was somewhat faded to avoid over powering the important rules.

Rules for Safety

Don't run.

Don't yell.

Don't scream.

Don't poop on the floor.

Stay close to Mom.

Don't touch the animatronics (except for Fun Time Foxy).

Don't hit.

Leave before dark.

Thank you,

Management

With the pizzeria's history the first three rules seemed far darker than they actually were. Also wasn't screaming and yelling the same thing? The fifth and last rule almost made it seem like management knew more than it let on. How much did the past owners know? Hopefully the work notebooks Karen's parents had would shed some light on things. Mostly he just wanted more info on the animatronic's behavior. More he knew the easier he'd be able to get them under control at night. He wondered if she had any info on Springtrap, it was unlikely but he could ask her at least ask.

Gregor blinked when he heard the sound of Freddy and his friend's begin to play. With most of the costumers in the main party room right now the guard got up and headed to the crowd. Along the way he checked the rooms to make sure everything was alright. As he passed the prize corner he felt scathing and cold glares pointed towards him.

He paid no mind as the Puppet's gaze followed him. The smiling animatronic's head slowly turning as he moved. The gift giver continued to glare in Gregor's direction even when he went out of sight. From the small attached store room the clerk shuffled out, carrying a box full of prizes to be shelved. With a heave the hefty man dropped the open box onto the counter. The man blinked when he saw the puppet was out of its box.

He scratched his head, muttering, "Didn't I put you back?"

The clerk shrugged and pressed a button on the hidden controls. A whirring noise began as the machinery hidden in the ceiling got to work. Puppet was gently lowered into its box, the solid black crossbar that hung above it lowering with it. Once the simple animatronic was inside the present's lid swung back over and closed. Only thing still left to be seen were the four black wires which attached to the animatronic's limbs.

"There we go." The man said to himself before he began shelving the dolls. Looking at the highest shelf he noticed a Fredbear doll missing. Again he shrugged and simply restocked the doll. He sold so many dolls it was hard to keep track of what he'd sold. The Freddys, Toy Freddys, and Fredbears all blurred together after a while.

In the darkness of the box, Puppet's hand twitched just enough to lay two fingers on the side of the Fredbear doll he'd taken. Least his friend was here to comfort him throughout the day. He was always there for him. Even in his tormented last days.

Leroy O'Conner stepped through the front doors of the pizzeria and glanced about nervously. Leroy's Irish Scottish descent showed proudly through his natural red hair and paler complexion. He tugged nervously on his blue sleeve jacket as his emerald green eyes looked around for the security guard Gregor. He'd been surprised to have gotten a call back but wasn't about to turn down an opportunity. Work was hard to come by for him. He self-consciously rubbed his arm, but that was his own fault wasn't it? Leroy owned up to it but nonetheless he had to live with his mistake.

Author's Note: Almost done with this transition. One more part! Also, rather pleased with the new consensus on Gregor, ha. Bit surprised one one's guessed who's ghost was with Clifton in the parts and services, oh well. And here's another one of the guards! Stick around for the next chapter, get to know Leroy a bit more and I have something special planned ;) Sure you guys will like it.

Also I wanted to explain the daytime parts a bit more, to clarify animatronics are naturally still haunted and the ghost can do things, but their not about to lunge at someone. Like in the book and games their active at night. They were not to act "odd" during the day but not much else, conclusively. That said, some are more active than others. Things will happen during the day rest assured.

Hope you enjoyed! :)