The aim of this fanfic is to explore the FNIA universe but in more detail. Why are the animatronics alive? What are their hopes and desires? What do they like, hate? Why are they acting the way they do? It will take a closer look at how the business is managed, how the girls appeared and will try to be different. I want this fanfic to stand out, to be remembered. Most FNIA fanfics are just about sex. While this is a harem fanfic, the focus won't be on the harem or the sex. It will span across all of the locations from the original games and will feature all of the characters up until and including FNAF 6. Of course, these locations and characters will be altered slightly to fit better in the FNIA universe, and the same will be done to some major events such as The Bite of '83 and '87. There will be no dead kids and no one will be shoved inside animatronics. There won't be any possession either.
This fanfic takes inspiration from multiple sources including the original FNIA games, the fangames of the fangames, other fanfics and most importantly, ShawnCoolFnia's works. The guy is really good, he made a bunch of stories, some original and some fanfics. Most of his works have been unfortunately removed from WattPad however, because they were violating the terms or whatever. Most of his works included racing, so as an homage and because I like racing as well, I will be adding some racing scenes as well. He made multiple FNIA fanfics, none of them being completed except for one which was removed. It is very saddening to see most of his work gone. His stories were very creative despite the grammar and punctuation being quite bad. I learned to look past the grammatical mistakes since he is from the Philippines. Some of his works were Redline which was a simplistic racing story about a guy pushing his car to the limits, another racing story which I can't remember the name of which was inspired by Wangan Midnight and featured highway racing, drag racing, downhill racing and more, and a war story called War of the Relics which was about some people rebelling against the government using old WW2 vehicles and armament against modern counterparts. I am a huge fan of Shawn and I will be taking some inspiration from him, but that doesn't mean my fanfic will be a replica of his works.
I'm not sure how often I will be updating this fanfic and how long the chapters will be, but I will do my best to update it often and to make the chapters as long as I can. It will take a while though because I want this story to be really good, to stand out from other fanfics.
Warning: This fanfic contains mentions of blood and gore, bodily fluids such as cum and brain matter, rape and grooming, swearing and lots of scenes containing sex some of which being hardcore, although that's to come in later chapters. Reading discretion is advised. If you're not comfortable with any of the things mentioned, do not read. I am not responsible for what you read, that's YOUR CHOICE.
Without further ado, let's start.
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Walter leaned against the wall, readying himself to step inside the dreaded office. He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. He knew he was stalling, but who could blame him? His job wasn't a pleasant one. No, far from it.
It was about time though. Only so long until the day crew came in, and shortly afterwards the customers would pile in. And if he didn't check the office until then? Well that would be a huge mess.
'Why do people even come here anymore? It isn't like the music is that good, and the food is mediocre at best. I suppose some people simply can't control themselves that well. Not when it comes to our business. The mascots here sure are a secure way to attract lots of people…'
With a sigh, he moved towards the office.
The sight wasn't a surprising one. He's seen it way too many times now. Years after years, it never changed, although sometimes it was worse than the others.
'When will it ever end? This madness, this spiral of pain and death?'
It was Foxy. He could tell it was her that did this. The missing chunks of tiles in the floor, the scratch marks against the door-frame, and of course, the bloody mess that was the night-time security guard. It all pointed to her. She was definitely the most violent one out of the 5.
Walter slowly shook his head and gave another sigh. Wasting time would be unwise. Cleaning up after Foxy was always slower and harder, and he would rather not call the owner right now to ask him to delay opening time.
The middle aged man turned around and walked out of the room, making a beeline for the storage closet where his many tools awaited him time and time again.
He didn't even look as he grabbed the bleach, the cleaning spray, the mop, the bags, the room deodorant and so many other things it was nothing short of a miracle that he could hold them all.
'Norris won't be happy about this. We're running out of options, and keeping this place safe is absolutely necessary. You would think those curvy hunks of metal would be able to keep themselves safe, given how many messes I had to clean up, but no'
He dropped all of his items on the floor and got to work.
First, he had to assess how bad the damages to the body were. Wouldn't want guts spilling out like last time and make a huge mess. He still had no idea which animatronic did that. Every once in a while the bodies were almost unrecognizable. It definitely wasn't one of the 5, after years he could easily tell which one went for the kill but there was still something that completely brutalized the bodies. He shivered slightly in fear. The fact that there was something that could do so much damage and not be discovered after so many years was both mysterious and terrifying.
Stepping through the blood and cum, he reached the body and started inspecting it. There were cuts across the poor man's whole body, and a gaping wound open near his ribs which was were all the blood was coming from.
His uniform was torn to shreds, making the body very visible. This worked out in Walter's favor, as he couldn't see anything worse than the wound near the ribs.
All in all, sad, disgusting, but not too bad.
Walter grabbed a huge bag and wrestled with the body to place it inside. After some struggling, he had the whole body hidden inside.
The man then tied the bag and slumped it over his shoulder as he moved towards the back of the building and then towards the dumpster. Norris had to pay the garbage removal company so they won't tell a soul about what they found every once in a while. Minutes later, he came back and started mopping the floor.
It was a slow process, but at least he was paid well, despite his morals screaming at him. He never liked doing this, no one would, but this was the price he had to pay for his past transgressions.
Next was the chair. He applied bleach to it, left for a short time while he threw out the bags of chips on the table, then started scrubbing at the somehow already dried out blood and semen, stopping once in a while to wash the rag.
Walter checked the time, only to then give a groan.
"6:35 already? God, time moves fast"
The man quickly moved towards Pirate's Cove to finish the last part of the process.
Finding his way inside wasn't a difficult task after having to clean up the girls for so long.
He found what he expected; a clean Mangle, and a Foxy covered in bodily fluids.
Weary, he took slow steps towards her.
"You know the drill by now Foxy. You don't slice off my arms, and you can perform without having to look like this"
The animatronic was silent, unmoving. Until it wasn't.
Her eyes moved upwards, and her friendly grin was replaced by an open muzzle showing off sharp teeth which would have no problem cutting through flesh.
"I can't promise anythin'. If ye even reckon o' feelin' me up, the day crew will 'ave a mornin' they won't forget. Yer guts will paint me cove crimson red 'n yer skull will be added t' me collection"
"I still don't think you have a skull collection. I just can't see you doing that", rang out a soft voice next to the fox.
"Shut yer trap Mangle, this doesn't involve ye"
"Look Foxy, I told you thousands of times by now that I am not interested in disrespecting you that way. You know it by now. You don't have to be so defensive.
"..."
"Fine, do yer thing", she slowly responded, before looking down at her hook and tilting it in the low light. "But jus' remember wha' the consequences o' messin' wit' me are"
Walter nodded his head and wordlessly got to work. He thoroughly cleaned up her belly, her collar, moving quickly when reaching her boobs, then moving towards the thighs.
Within a minute she was as clean as ever.
"I suppose you want to clean yourself down there?"
"Be that even a riddle? Don't look while I do it by the way"
"I wasn't going to"
The fox struggled with holding the cloth due to her low mobility and non-human flesh. Of course, it got the job done. It perfectly replicated human flesh and skin and looked natural, but her fingers were still bigger than she would have liked.
After a full minute she finished and put on her underwear and clothes.
Leaving without a word, Walter put all his tools back after washing everything.
"Now comes the hard part. Telling Norris about this…"
The man went outside and leaned against the the building, then waited.
The employees gathered in no time, each giving him a nod. His position was a surprisingly respected one. It made sense though. Without him, they would not have jobs now, having to seek work in a different establishment. His work had always been flawless, and it showed. By the time the building opened you would have never guessed that there was previously a body inside the security office.
Finally, Norris stepped out of his car and frowned upon seeing Walter. There was only one reason why Walter was ever waiting outside.
"Again?"
"Afraid so"
"Jesus Christ. This is bad. Hell, bad is a massive understatement"
"You're telling me"
"Follow me to my office, Walter. We have to talk"
Walter started walking, lagging behind a bit. His head swam with thoughts.
'I have no clue how we're gonna make it. How the hell did we get here?'
The creak of the office door brought him back to reality.
"Take a seat, Walter" came the voice of the man in a suit.
"Alright. So; due to last night's events we are in lots of trouble. We have to find a person who can fit 3 criteria, those being surviving the job, two, them being willing to come back afterwards, and three, them not being a pervert. Sounds… impossible. Now, I'll be honest with you Walt because you are my best friend; I have no clue where to find such a person and I need your help. It doesn't matter if your ideas are good or not, I just need something to work with"
The man in question rubbed his chin and gave a hum.
"Well if you think about it logically, a person with a past military background might be able to survive the night. They'd have experience in armed and unarmed combat, and they would have likely seen some things which means they wouldn't get scared of our mascots at night like many of our other employees"
"But this begs the question; if they have a military background, then why would they want to become a security guard when they could be something more respectable, like a bodyguard?"
"Yeah, you're right Walt. Hmmm. You would be the perfect person for this job, but I don't want you to die"
The middle aged man gave a loud laugh.
"Oh, come on! You are very much aware of my past. If I haven't died then, then I won't die now. I can take on 5 people!"
"Not if those people are made of metal. Listen, this isn't like back in your time. It's different in every way possible. It's out of the question, I won't allow it"
"Fine. Then come up with a better idea"
"That's what I'm trying to do. It isn't easy and you know it"
Walter became quiet for a few moments. There was still a burning question in the back of his mind.
"Why do we even need a security guard?" He lowered his voice and looked around as if searching for someone in the room.
"Those animals can very easily take care of whatever fool that tries to break in" he continued. "Do you really think someone will just grab 'em by the waist and run out with them? Or that they would be able to damage them? Be serious, I've seen the aftermath of someone being trapped here with them for a night, even with all these preventive measures. A criminal wouldn't even have the doors, the cams or the knowledge"
The man in a suit gave a sigh and leaned forward, seemingly not pleased with something.
"I don't want to keep hiring people either, I know how stupid it is. But I don't have a choice. I am legally required to have a security guard during the night. I can get in a load of trouble if it is found that there's no one to watch the place at night"
The older man slowly nodded at the response. He didn't know what to think. The situation seemed hopeless.
Then, it was as if something clicked inside his brain. He let a grin spread across his face and looked at Norris.
"Oh! Have you seen the news? About that young man? I think Colin was his name"
"No, what young man? What does this have to do with our problem?"
"I remember I watched the news a while ago. There was this boy -about 20 I'd say- who did something remarkable. He witnessed a girl being kidnapped, apparently there were a bunch of guys shoving her in a car. It took them only seconds to do the deed. Luckily, this boy saw it all, which was a miracle in and of itself as it was by chance that he was walking in the area"
"Right, so what happened next?" the man sitting across asked, now intrigued.
"Well, as he said in a later interview he just 'couldn't let it happen'. Turns out, his little sister had been raped, so he kind of connected with this girl and felt the need to protect her"
"That's a noble thing to do. I'm already liking this guy. I'm guessing he fought with those bastards?"
"Precisely. Although he was smart enough to do it properly. He said that he looked for a rock, picked it up, and threw it at the car's window. Somehow, the window didn't shatter, but it did grab the attention of one of them and he came out. The police guessed that he didn't want any witnesses so he decided to deal with the young man quickly and get out of there"
"Many people would just leave and mind their own business or run towards the car like idiots. Seems like this kid has some guts as well as a clever brain"
"That's what I thought so as well. So as this son of a bitch approached, the younger guy ran at him and delivered a punch square in the face, then slid under his feet and pulled him to the ground"
"Damn. Sounds like someone who is street smart. We need someone like him"
"Yeah, and he knocked out that other guy. So when the other fuckers in the car saw this they got out to deal with him. And what did he decide to do? He fought with all of them, ended up with a broken nose, a few stab wounds and a bunch of bruises, but nothing broken other than the nose and no serious injuries. Man's crazy and probably brave enough to come across as stupid, but I'm telling you that you won't find someone like him that easily. But guess what? He fucking defeated all of them. Must have been the adrenaline. You know what they say, adrenaline is one hell of a drug"
"Well said. Yeah, this guy's definitely fit for the job. Brave, experienced in fighting, has morals. This is only making me think he isn't a pervert either. I have to admit, he sounds like the perfect man for the job"
"Absolutely. There's more however. One of the guys was still in the car, he recorded it all. Don't know why, seems like a stupid thing to do. I suppose he was too afraid to pick a fight. But now he was trying to run away from the scene since he didn't have the keys to the car, and you can imagine his dread after seeing his mates being defeated by a single 20 year old. So this boy ran after him, knocked him out, took his phone and then the kid in the car, and hurried to the police station. He showed them the footage since they believed he kidnapped the girl then stuck around to make sure the girl united with the parents properly. The girl was returned to her parents and those scums were locked up"
Norris was speechless for a solid 10 seconds, then;
"Wow. That's crazy. Like, my 5-year-old-son-came-up-with-this-story-last-night level of crazy. But if you say it's real then I believe you. We gotta get this Colin guy to work for us"
"Well here's the kicker; Colin has not been given any type of reward for his actions besides the fame he earned because of being on the news. Now here's what we can do;
We get in touch with him, give him a call, tell him how talented he is and what a great attitude he has, tell him that we really need someone like him for a night-time guarding position, then we change the salary so that it's bigger than advertised to make him want to come back, and before his shift starts I'll give him a call to help him survive the night. How does that sound?"
Noris was once more speechless. Had his friend finally come up with a solution for this whole mess? Will the death and pain finally stop? Will the establishment still be in business?
He had to admit, this Colin guy seemed to have guts and there was a slightly bigger chance of him making it through the shift compared to other people who didn't have such skills.
"Bloody hell Walter, you're a fucking genius. Son of a bitch, you fucking did it! I'll definitely give this guy a call. I'll also create a short quiz for him to complete just so I'll get an idea of what he's like as a person.
Alright Walt, I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to leave. Go home, take a rest. I can imagine this morning was horrendous for you. I have so much to do. Thank you so much for your help"
He turned on the intercom and hastily spoke into it.
"Mr. Nicholson towards the cleaning staff, please make sure this place is extra clean today, we're expecting someone important and we have to make a good impression. Thank you"
Walter stood up and moved towards the door.
"See you tomorrow Norris"
"See you Walt, take care"
Walter stepped outside the office and then went straight home with a barely visible smile across his face. He had a script to write.