Untitled FNIA fanfiction
Notes; to clear things up, you can imagine the animatronics in any way you want. However, I will mention them having realistic synthetic flesh and skin as well as fur. I will mention them being mechanical on the inside (endoskeleton, battery, electronic components,etc) and the shell being highly advanced to mimic the way a real woman looks and feels. There is a pussy and ass-hole, but the animatronics CANNOT get pregnant or shit/piss. If you want to, you can ignore that and imagine a different description, you can imagine them looking and working differently. This stays true even to the eye-color or the color of the nipples/pussy, alright? For example I imagine Bonnie having the nipples a darker shade of blue compared to the body, but you can imagine them being a more natural color. This is also available to the shape of the body. I am aware of the disagreements regarding the way the girls look, so I'm trying to keep everyone happy. The way I see the girls might not match up the way you see them and that's fine. With that out of the way, let's start.
An incessant ringing noise permeated the inky darkness. It rang out in the void, seemingly everywhere.
The numbness started fading, and the man suddenly became aware of the feeling of his feet touching the cold ground. It was as if a fog cleared inside his head.
The ringing became louder now, and as if he was grabbed by the waist and pulled back, he found himself in a different kind of darkness. A darkness that allowed him to just barely make out the details of his room.
Colin found himself sitting up in his bed. The ringing brought his attention to his alarm clock flashing at the left side of the mattress which seemed to hug him warmly.
He stopped the ringing and slowly stepped off the bed. He was way too exhausted, he shouldn't have come back so late last night, no matter how fun it was to be chased by Ford Crown Victorias.
'Fuuuuuuck, I should've stopped after the 3rd race. The hell is wrong with me?'
He took slow step after slow step towards the bathroom and then groggily washed his teeth and face.
He couldn't help but worry as he made himself an omelet.
'I can't keep this up man. Races pay well and they're fun, but I know that one day it will all go to shit. Either something will happen and the police will catch me, or I'll end up in a hospital. I should look for a job, but nothing is as fun as smoking fools'
After a few minutes he turned on the TV and started eating. It served as more of a distraction though, he never was interested in game shows.
He remembered an area of the city he hadn't explored. He passed it while he did a drag race with a Civic. It looked promising.
'Hmmm. I should do some pink slip races. I know for a fact that I can dust some people, especially if they are cocky, so that would mean winning some sick cars. Perhaps I could even sell some'
He finished his food, washed his teeth again, then sat down in front of the TV.
Colin started flicking through channels, eventually settling on an action movie.
It wasn't often that he liked movies, but some brought that feeling of adrenaline he craved.
And then, something surprising happened;
His phone rang. This never happened. He never spoke with anyone other than his sister, and she never called this early. Perhaps she needed something?
It was a number he didn't recognize. Colin turned down the volume of the TV and hesitantly raised the Motorola MicroTAC to his ear. To his surpise, someone already started speaking.
"Good morning, am I speaking to Mr Harmon?"
Colin furrowed his brows. It was a voice he hadn't heard before. Just who was this person and what did they want? And above all, how did they know him?
"Yes, this is Mr Harmon speaking. Who are you?"
"Ah, perfect! I am Fazbear Executive Norris Daren Nicholson. Are you having a good day so far sir?"
This only confused Colin more. Wasn't the name 'Fazbear' related to that small anime themed pizza place? Just what did this guy want?
"I-… yes, I'm having a good day I suppose. I'm sorry, but how do you know me? What is this all about?"
"Oh, apologies for that. I should've explained earlier. You see, I heard about what you did a few weeks ago and I was thoroughly impressed. Really, pulling off something like that is incredible.
"Look, I was thinking that since you managed to pull it off, it must mean that you are higly skilled in physical combat, and that you are a very brave young man for your age. And I realized; that's exactly what we need. We need someone like you to be a night-time security guard.
"I never took self-defense courses, but I do have some experience with fighting. As for guts, I just did the right thing"
"Ah, I see. Well, you still did an amazing job. I think having you here would be very useful. It's an easy thing to do, watching the screens. I doubt anyone would try to break in, so you won't have to worry about that for a while. The payment is $150 a week and just to let you know, the job has its perks such as free pizza"
Colin thought for a moment. It did sound appealing. Simply watching some screens for a few hours and getting free food in the process? That really wasn't so bad.
Besides, he did need a job. The salary was very decent as well.
"How long is the shift?"
Mr Nicholson's voice seemed to suddenly perk up as he responded;
"6 hours, 12 AM to 6 AM, Monday to Friday. And if you want overtime, then we can sort that out as well"
'Hmmm. Night-shift? That can't be good for my health. Then again, I always had a broken sleep schedule. Might as well do something useful while I stay awake'
"I see. What is the hiring process?"
"You just have to complete a simple, short quiz. I recommend you come in at least an hour before your shift so I'll have time to show you around the pizzeria and explain how the equipment works"
"All right, I'll do just that. I suppose I will be given an uniform?"
"That's correct. Do you know where the pizzeria is?"
"Yeah, I think I remember."
"Very well then. Until we meet, Mr Harmon. Take care and have a great day"
"You too"
Colin was slightly flabbergasted. He just found a job. It was that easy. Oddly enough, it seemed to have presented itself at the perfect time. It's just that it happened so quickly.
He leaned further into the couch and smiled. With the free pizza perk, he could save some money and upgrade his car. Obviously, he won't race as much, but working on cars had always been a fun activity for him.
However, he figured he should get some chores done -such as washing the dishes and changing the broken lightbulb inside the bedroom- and then get some more sleep.
{10:30 PM}
Colin was once more woken up by the alarm clock. He took a quick shower and made his hair look more presentable. Now refreshed and ready for work, he started making his bag.
He made some coffee then placed it in a thermos, packed some snacks, a Walkman, then he put on some baggy jeans and a flannel shirt. With his bag and a charged cell phone all that was left was finding the pizzeria. Luckily, he made sure to do some research before sleeping so he won't get lost.
Colin sat down in his car and then listened as he turned the key.
The beautiful sound of an Acura NSX engine turning on graced his ears. It never got old.
"Whoo baby, that shit sounds crazy. Man, I fucking love it. Hell yeah!"
He put on some music and slammed the gas pedal. The engine roared as Colin weaved between traffic. Each twist and turn, each press of the pedals, each change of gears brought more and more adrenaline as he blasted Pearl Jam and went around slow trucks and sedans, sometimes passing them only centimeters apart.
He opened a window and gave a demented laugh then a shout. Time appeared to slow down, and he did minuscule adjustments, the car responding in sync with his movements. This was pure bliss.
He started counting as he changed one of the gears.
'1,2,3,4,5… 8,9
It's a lot better than before, but it could take less with some upgrades. I know exactly what it needs'
He inspected the way his car reacted as he went faster and faster. He took note of everything and made sure to remember what he had to change.
And before he knew it, he found himself in the pizzeria's parking lot.
{11:13 PM}
It was a building like any other. It didn't look bad, but it didn't look great either. It was painted creme with a massive neon logo in the front featuring the girls. A bear, a bunny, and a chicken, all 3 smiling at an invisible audience. All 3 held items which correlated to their roles.
2 foxes (one clearly pirate themed) were further back, at the right of the logo. The red one had her leg on a treasure chest, with her hook hand pointing forward. Her open maw suggested she was loudly laughing.
Next to her was a white arctic fox which stood awkwardly and smiled warmly.
The entrance of the pizzeria was decorated with balloons, and the windows were blacked out. Some cut-outs of the girls graced the outside of the building.
Colin pushed the red double doors and was stunned by the loud music and the kids either laughing or shouting. Arcade machines beeped and rang. A voice on the intercom announced that a menu item was only available for today and that the customers should try it as it is their only chance.
It was loud, chaotic, but strangely pleasant.
He walked over to the reception desk. A young woman with great shapes and long black hair smiled and greeted him. She had freckles on her face and a sexy lipstick.
"Good evening sir, how are you doing?"
"I'm doing good, and you?"
"Doing all right. I am guessing you're here to pick up a sibling?"
"Ah, no. I'm actually here to get a job as a night-guard. Who do I need to speak with to make that happen?"
The girl's face morphed into one of shock and confusion.
"Y-. You want to get hired? As a night-time security guard? B-but how? I-. When's the last time we-? How did they-…?"
"Are you all right miss?"
"Uh, yes, yes. That won't be a problem sir. If you would follow me?"
Colin nodded and followed the girl. He tried not to stare at her plump ass, and instead looked at the dining area. There were more customers than expected, especially so late at night. Somehow, the building seemed bigger on the inside compared to the outside. There were tons of decorations all across the room.
Finally, the woman stopped in front of a black door.
"Here we are. Just knock when you're ready. Also, relax. Norris is really chill. Really, he is a better boss than most others"
"I see. Thank you very much for helping me miss…?"
"Just call me Sarah. Happy to help"
"Colin. Well, have a nice evening"
"You too!"
Colin turned towards the door and took a deep breath.
'It shouldn't be too hard, right? I am pretty much perfect for this job'
He knocked on the door and then waited.
Then, the voice of a man -which he could describe as stressed out but friendly- came from behind the door;
"Yes, come in!"
Colin hesitantly opened it and stepped inside the office.
"Ah, you must be Mr Harmon. I was wondering when you would come in. I have to admit, you came earlier than most of our other employees. Take a seat, this won't take long. We're really happy to have you here"
Colin sat down in a surprisingly comfortable office chair and took a quick look around. The office was spacious, but not big. There were a bunch of drawers everywhere, surely filled with papers and documents. The desk was made of a beautiful type of wood, dark in coloration and shiny. It was filled with papers, files and pens, as well as some blueprints.
"So. Here's the quiz I told you about, and here's something to write with. You can take as long as you like by the way. You can either sit here or go outside with it. Whichever is fine. After you are done, I will look over it and decide whether you are an appropriate person for the job or not, although chances are you'll be perfect. Afterwards, I will show you around to get you familiar with the pizzeria like we talked about, and then I will explain how to use the tools in your office"
"Got it"
He figured he should just complete the quiz here, much easier than leaving and coming back.
It was a small paper, with some questions and statements on it. The top half was a bunch of legal mumbo jumbo which he couldn't understand, although one part of it caught his attention.
'Fazbear Entertainment is not responsible for death or injury of its employees. If you have any complaints, speak with either the manager, or with a lawyer. Any damage to property will be paid either by the customers or the employees, depending on who was responsible'
'What!? That cannot be right. It gives me some weird vibes'
Below, was the set of questions.
'Circle either 'yes' or 'no' for each of the following questions;
'Do you have a criminal record?'
Colin smirked at the question. They didn't have to know about his nightly endeavors. He circled 'no'.
'Have you ever had a similar job to this current one?'
'No'
'If you were to immobilize an intruder, would you be capable?'
'Yes'
'Are you hard working?'
'Yes'
'Have you ever had sexual intercourse with an escort?'
This made Colin pause and stare in shock. It catched him off-guard more than he realized.
'What the hell!? Why do they need to know that?'
He circled 'no'.
'Do you have any STDs?'
This was getting weirder by the second. Was this a joke?
'No'
'Are you a pervert?'
He didn't know what to think about all of this.
'No'
'Are you good at keeping secrets?'
'This is fucking sketchy man. But I am so close to getting a job…'
'Yes'
Finally, there were no other questions left. He gave the paper back to the man in the leather chair.
Norris took it and looked at the answers for a few moments. A few times he even gave some hums.
"All right, this is perfect! You're hired! Could you please sign here?"
Colin hesitated, then signed the paper. And just as he did so, a chill ran down his spine. It was as if he just made a deal with the devil. He shook off the feeling though.
"Perfect. Follow me please"
Colin stood up from his seat, slightly excited. He would take a proper look at the pizzeria for the first time.
First, he was shown the dining room, then the stage. All 3 of the girls were singing and dancing. It was a song in Japanese which he couldn't understand. They looked just like humans, but with animal features and different colors.
"That right there in the middle is Freida. Our main mascot. That bunny is Bonnie -I know, creative right?- and the chicken is called Chica"
"Wait, she's a chicken? I thought she's a duck"
"Yeah, we get that a lot. No idea why she looks like that, don't ask me. I'm not the one who made her. Besides, it suits her. You don't see people complaining about Bonnie being blue"
"Blue is closer to grey though, which is a natural color for bunnies to have. I can get that. But yellow isn't close to white in the slightest. I suppose you are right though, it does suit her"
Colin started analyzing them. They were unlike anything he had ever seen before.
The bear had a suit and a top-hat. She held a microphone as well. She was brown with purple eyes, well concealed bear ears and had an amazing figure. Her body was shaped like an hourglass, with a thin waist, huge tits and thighs, as well as a thick ass. She looked stunning.
This was also true for the other girls, with Bonnie having smaller tits but a bigger ass, and Chica having the thinnest waist.
Bonnie had ruby eyes and bunny ears. He could just barely see a little tail when she spun to one side. Her outfit was consisted of a yellow t-shirt and jean shorts. She definitely looked sporty, he could imagine her playing either football or volleyball. He could see a guitar strapped to her. For some reason Colin immediately thought of the word 'punk' when looking at her.
Then, there was Chica. She had pink eyes and chicken legs from the tibia downwards. She sported a purple crop-top which was very tight around her and showed off her belly. She wore blue shorts and a bib saying 'let's eat'. If he had to take a guess, she was the one who encouraged the kids to eat. His assumptions were seemingly confirmed when he noticed the cupcake she held.
Colin forced himself to rip away his gaze from their bodies and instead fixate it on their faces. He knew they were not alive, but his morals screamed at him to show them a little respect.
"Amazing things they are, aren't they? I am so proud of our engineer. His name is Afton. William Afton. He went quiet a long time ago. One day he just stopped responding to calls and nobody saw him around anymore. Not sure what happened to him, but something tells me he isn't dead.
"But yeah, I am so happy with our mascots. They look better than anything out there. Their technology is so advanced even I don't understand it. And you should see their programming as well. You can swear that they're alive.
"Hahaha. Of course, they are obviously not, that would be stupid. Imagine that. Not happening.
"But you have to admit, they're a fucking marvel"
"Indeed they are, Mr Nicholson"
"Please, call me Norris. You and I are friends now
"Anyways, this is where they always perform. Behind that curtain is a storage room. Do not go in there. There's a bunch of important stuff and I wouldn't wish for anything to happen to it.
"If you would follow me, you can see the Pirate's Cove in there. We'll visit it, that's where Foxy is. There's also supposed to be a Kids's Cove where Mangle would tell stories, but it got damaged and I didn't bother to hire someone to fix it -yet- so Mangle will be staying inside Pirate's Cove for now with her sister.
"Now this place is usually really dark (especially at night), so if you see someone going here on the cameras make sure to bring a flashlight.
"It's a nice cozy place, nothing crazy. There's a bunch of props as well - don't worry, the swords are fake"
Colin could make out the figure of Foxy telling a story to a bunch of kids which sat on a carpet.
She was surprisingly buff. The only way he could describe her was 'tomboy', given her six-pack, strong thighs which were very prominent through the pirate clothes, and loud personality. She had a big, fluffy tail and fox ears. Her eyes were a tangerine color, and somehow every few seconds they were almost closed or as wide as they could be. Her laugh sent shivers down his spine.
He didn't feel safe around her for some reason. There were a bunch of red flags and alarm bells going off in his mind, and from that point on he decided that he would stay away from her.
It was then that he realized; that hook looked incredibly sharp. It simply didn't look like a prop. Her teeth looked like saws, and her claws looked like needles.
Colin took a small step backwards.
Then, there was the other fox. Mangle. Why was her name Mangle? It didn't suit her.
She had clothes with pink accents, as well as a streak of hair which was also pink. Her golden eyes seemed hypnotizing.
She was quiet, one might describe her as shy. And yet, there was something wrongabout her. Incredibly, incredibly wrong. He didn't know what it was, but he hated it. Waves of nausea hit him as he looked more and more at her.
It was maddening. Something was horribly off about Mangle, but what?
Her face. It was her face. It seemed too innocent. Nobody on this earth is this innocent. It was fake, he could tell it was. She was not innocent in the slightest, she was… deranged.
Even her posture, everyone would swear it looks innocent, shy, but it is wrong. In what way, he has no clue.
She then turned her head and looked at him.
Her face was blank. Like a ghost, a… he did not know. Just… empty.
And then, she smiled. And oh God, that smile. It looked cute, but the waves of nausea hit him like a freight train. His world was spinning and nothing was right.
'I HAVE TO LOOK AWAY, I HAVE TO LOOK AWAY'
He slowly tore off his gaze by some miracle and he leaned against the nearest wall.
"Colin, are you all right?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just feeling a little claustrophobic"
"Ah, that's understandable. Let's move on towards the other areas of the pizzeria"
As Norris showed him the kitchen, the arcade area, the toilets and so on, he couldn't help but think about the girls again. First, of the ones on the stage which were too sexualized to be around kids (surely the company was secretly relying on horny adults coming in), and then of the ones in Pirate's Cove which were too alive somehow.
"Ok, you'll have to listen carefully here"
Colin snapped back to reality.
"You see this door? Never open it. Never go inside. It's for Parts and Service. No matter what, never go in. Don't ask why, just don't. Got it?"
Colin was curious and confused, but he didn't want to be on bad terms with his boss.
"Got it"
"Good. Final place is your office"
When he arrived to it, Colin gave a pleased hum. It was spacious, had a fan, some lockers and a nice poster of the 3 girls on a wall. All in all, it looked really nice. Surprisingly clean as well. The smell of bleach permeated his nostrils.
{11:41 PM}
His boss showed him how to use the cameras. It was baffling. He just had to touch an area and this tablet thing recognized where he pressed, registered it, and did what he wanted. It sort of looked like magic.
"Yeah, William designed that as well. He's a bloody genius, I'm telling you"
Next was the doors. Colin didn't understand why such security was needed. Blast doors planting themselves right in the floor? For what reason? The lights were incredibly bright as well.
"So that's about it. Here's your uniform, you can change in the toilets. I'll wait here"
After a minute, Colin was back, now having a purple uniform, a taser and a police baton. He somehow felt more secure.
"Ok, perfect. Does it fit you well?"
"Yeah, it does"
"Good. The rope is in that locker right there, in case that you need to tie someone up while waiting for the police to arrive.
"So. I guess that's it. I'll leave and you can tell me what it was like tomorrow. Take care. You can do whatever until your shift starts, but from there make sure to check the cameras. See you Colin"
"Have a good night Norris!"
Now alone and bored, Colin took out his Walkman and started listening to music while the guests left and the staff closed down.
{11:55 PM}
Colin took out some snacks and started eating to pass the time. A while later, he took out the coffee as well.
Right as he was about to bite down on his last chip, he was plunged into darkness.
All sounds seemed to stop, and questions started piling inside his mind.
Then, the power was back, and his office was illuminated again, but just barely. The sound of a generator was deafening.
And then, the phone on his desk started ringing.