I do not own the Loud House or Five Nights at Freddy's. All rights go to Nickelodeon and Scott Cawthon
"Alright. Set it down gently." In a dark room of a warehouse. Two men slowly placed a figure down on a table with a bit of a heave as it's a bit heavy.
Having it firmly sat on the table with no risk of it falling off, they take a step back to look at the blue bunny with a white chest and snout that has rosy red cheeks on either end. It also had a black nose, bunny teeth, a red bowtie and a plastic covering which made it look like a toy.
For it's creator; they hoped that it's programming would exceed their expectations for this wasn't just any ordinary animatronic you see at Disneyland or Universal. This was an animatronic with a very special ability, that'll hopefully serve the restaurant much better than the old one.
"So. This criminal database should be working?" The restaurant founder asked.
"Indeed it should. This one; along with the others can check anyone's background for any criminal actions they have participated in. If they detect anything undesirable, their programming will tell them to promptly kick them out with force, if necessary. Although; it seems a bit much for an animatronic band don't you think?" It was a fun little project, but she would really like to get back to her research.
"Your entirely familiar with what happened at the original restaurant. Aren't you Doctor Linnaeus?" He rhetorically asked.
"Yes. It's very unfortunate on what happened to those poor kids." Admittedly, she only recently heard the tragic story from him, but still; it's a sad tale to hear. Five of the owner's kids going missing after being lured away by a psycho in a bunny suit. Ultimately destroying the family with no leads on what happened to them.
"Then this technology is very necessary for if that creep or any others like him come by. They will be stopped by our very own animatronics before doing anything remotely sinister."
"Clever. Being stopped by the least expected roadblocks." Now for it to actually work is a different question. Which is why a test should provide some help to work out against any tweaks the programming may have. If it works flawlessly, then a good win for her.
"Anyway; let's begin the tests." Motioning for them to stand back. The founder along with the two other men made sure to stay in the dark areas of the room as Doctor Linnaeus lowered down a screen and points a remote to the motionless bunny.
Pushing a green button on the center of the remote. The bunny opens its eyelids; revealing its green eyes.
"Okay. First test commencing in three, two, one." Turning on the screen, a picture of a small boy with his family having fun at the beach is shown to the animatronic, which does absolutely nothing.
But when the screen switched to show a picture of a random mugshot of a bank robber. It leaned itself forward with its mouth slightly open, poised to apprehend the criminal.
"Test successful. Switching over to the next test."
Now switching over to an old photo of a smiling grandmother. The animatronic goes back into its original position, sitting ideally as other pictures of a average guy in a business suit, a couple of brothers playing together, a one year old baby, and a woman from a coffee shop is shown to it. But when the photo showing a man with a pedophile charge is shown, it goes back into its aggressive stance, right along with a photo of a mother in prison for abusing her kids, and a random picture of Al Capone.
"Another successful test. Switching over to the final test now."
For this test. A mix of pictures of both criminals and innocent people are displayed to the animatronic in a steady pace. These ones were a bit tricky to tell apart as the criminals are shown to look like innocent people, while the rough or nasty looking ones were the innocent.
The results for this test however are very positive for the animatronic has responded to each photo correctly.
The screen then switched over to a picture of an infamous serial killer. Like the prior pictures before him. He looked like an average joe, who gets along with everyone and is the least suspected person to kill anyone. The animatronic however can see right through his mask as it opens its mouth up wider, aggressively shakes its head before jumping off the table and rushed for the screen with outstretched arms.
Shutting the animatronic off when it got about halfway there. Doctor Linnaeus is very pleased with the results of the technology, right along with the founder as with this thing and others like it roaming around his upcoming restaurant. He doesn't need to worry about any possible criminal activity that would cause any repeat of what happened with the last one. This technology is also going to make him a very rich man for who wouldn't want to see this.
He can just envision people from all over Michigan coming on down to his restaurant to see them. "Excellent work doctor."
"Thank you. Now there may be a few bugs and glitches in the system, but those can be fixed in a jiffy."
"I fully believe that my technicians can work those kinks out." He stated in confidence.
"I hope so." The last thing her creations need is some low graded technician screwing something up on this advance technology. "How did you even get permission to make a restaurant with these characters anyway? I'm positively sure the original owner isn't so keen on the restaurant returning to the public after what happened to his family."
"I haven't actually gotten him to sign anything yet." He confessed much to the dumbstruck Linnaeus.
"Wait. You purchased the building to build your pizza place and have the animatronics to boot, but your telling me that you didn't get ownership of the franchise." Who does that?
"That's why I got; you can say, a little unethical plan for him to hand over the franchise to me." He replied with that scheming smirk.
"And how are you going to do that?"
"All in due time doctor." Whistling a short tune, he waits for his pet gila monster to come over to his side with a piece of paper held in his mouth.
Taking the paper; Vic McGillicuddy laughed to himself for this devious plan is going to work out just fine on that simpleton Loud. Soon he'll be the brand new owner of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza and will make a lot of money from it.
"Come on Gilly. Let's go pay Mr. Loud a visit."
Sharing the same devious smile as his owner. Gil laid comfortably on his shoulders as Vic walked out of the room to begin his sneaky plan.
"Man! Take a look at this place." Tom exclaimed as both he and Johnny wedged themselves around the fallen ceiling in the main area of Freddy's.
"This place has definitely seen better days. I wonder what caused this part of the ceiling to collapse?"
"Eh. Probably a big storm did it." They have been getting hit with several strong to severe storms lately, so it's a logical explanation for the damage.
"It's just a good thing that we're going to be leaving through the kitchen. Otherwise; it'll take us a lot of time to get everything out. I still don't know why we need to get them in the first place?"
"You heard the boss Johnny. He wants us to collect them, so that we would have some spare parts for the new robots." Looking up to the two wide open stages, their prizes stood before them with plastic eyes looking out to the room with opened and closed mouths.
"A tad creepy don't you think?" Johnny commented for they unsettled him a bit.
"Yep. It's a good thing that the new ones are going to be more appealing for the kids. Anyway come on. We gotta open up the cargo door."
Leaving the main area and through the messy kitchen with pizza boxes, trays, and silverware scattered about all over the floor. The two opened up the door, allowing their fellow coworkers to come inside with the necessary equipment to move the robots off stage.
Carefully; they lifted and heaved each of them onto the equipment, where after firmly securing them, so that they wouldn't be falling off. They slowly moved them all over into the awaiting truck, where they placed them in specific spots before leaving and closing the back of the truck, shutting them all into darkness temporary before their eyes lit up their faces in different colors.
Unaware of what was currently going on inside the truck. Johnny, Tom, and right along with their fellow coworkers, relaxed themselves for moving those hunks of metal wasn't exactly easy, but at least that work was over.
"Guess it's time to head back." Tom stated as he is really looking forward to resting up in the truck.
"Hold it. We should probably go see if there are any other things worth salvaging." Johnny remarked.
"Are you sure? I mean; we got what we came here for."
"It's better to check; than missing out on something great."
"Fine" Tom groaned before going back in with Johnny, while the others went to have a smoke break.
Checking around the pizzeria. All they found were more wrecked rooms and a backroom with old parts that are too rusty or too old for any of their newer animatronics.
Stepping into the arcade area next for any possible game to take with them. They carefully looked over all of them, finding a few retro games that could suit them, but unfortunately; they all had cracked screens along with burnt out electronics that wouldn't run unless they got replaced or properly fixed.
They really only managed to find one that was still running just fine. It was tilted against the walls of the ball pit with a screen that flickered to a racing game when they switched it on.
It may have been only one game, but at least it was something to bring back, besides; what kid doesn't like a good old racing game?
Heading back outside to get the equipment for about a couple of minutes. They came back and together; they placed the arcade cabinet on it, then slowly made their way back to the awaiting truck.
Placing the arcade cabinet right in the middle. They head back out with Johnny taking a quick notice of Bonnie's eyes being shifted in a different position, but he overall shrugged it off for those plastic eyes are just a bit loose in their sockets.
"Alright! Let's head back now! Boss is waiting for us!" Shutting the truck door again. A couple of noises are heard as everyone climbed into the front, then came the engine that roared to life like a wild beast before everything began to bump around as the truck began to move.
The arcade cabinet then lights up the area with its screen showing; a group of children celebrating a birthday party at Fredbear's Family Diner.
Kids cheered, danced, and ran around as they played on the arcade machines, listened to Fredbear's and SpringBonnie's songs near the stage, or sat around a table with colorful balloons decorating it; along with colorful plates, napkins, and a large chocolate cake in the middle with the birthday girl sitting near it with her arms hung up in the air.
One pale girl with black hair covering her eyes, and wearing a black dress wasn't celebrating at all. Instead; she stood alone near a corner, writing a poem in her book.
She wasn't one for big celebrations, especially with all these bright colors and cheer in the air. She was more into dark, spooky stuff, this was all just dull and dreadful for her gothic taste.
Glancing up to the group of celebrating kids from her poem book. They were much too loud and cheerful for her liking. She wanted a nice quiet place to write up her poems, which clearly wasn't here in the main dinning area.
Walking off, she goes pass the kids eating the chocolate cake, the busy arcade cabinets, a large gift box, then finally right passed the front desk before finally coming outside to a large downpour.
Smiling in satisfaction for this was much more like it. She sits down underneath the roof's edge, returning to work on her poem with the rain providing a soothing ambience.
After awhile. She was finished with her poem and just like her other finished poems. She wanted to tell it to someone, and the only person who comes to mind is her dad, who should be in his office at this time.
Going back over to the door, she tries to open it, but found it was locked; courtesy by three kids, who found it would be funny to lock her out in the rain before smugly going back to the awaiting arcade games.
Sighing to herself. She knocks on the door in the hopes that someone would hear her through all this loud noise. Unfortunately; no one did or even took notice as she continued to knock on the door, not even some of her siblings who were here had taken notice as they all hung around in different spots of the diner.
A purple car then slowly came into the parking lot. Not noticing the car stopping behind her, Lucy never saw the car door slowly opened up or William Afton watching her with drunken eyes as he took assortment of the current situation before him.
Thinking to himself; a smile appeared as an idea came to him. A horrible, twisted idea that'll affect not only him, but everyone else around him.
Rushing over to the girl in front of him. The screen goes dark red for a brief moment before then cutting over to the back of the building, where Lucy's motionless body laid near two garbage cans.
A murder that went unnoticed by everyone; well almost everyone.
Coming up to her side, with its long legs and arms dragging along the ground as the pouring rain sorted out its circuitry is the Security Puppet. A animatronic designed to watch over the kids in the building, thanks to the special wristbands that would tell it that a kid went outside without any adult authority.
Lucy had been wearing the assign green wristband at the time. She didn't want to wear it, but her father wanted all of his younger kids wearing them just in case they accidentally got locked out of the building.
Having been alerted that Lucy was outside. The Security Puppet burst out of its gift box and fallowed Lucy's signal all the way here.
Having small sparks and its systems powering down. It collapses next to the motionless girl with its arms protectively wrapped around her.
Before the screen turned black. The Puppet's green eyes changed to white and purple tear marks now went down its cheeks as Lucy's spirit took possession of it.