Chapter Thirty:
Hacking The Security Cameras!
In the cold, recess of the air shaft, Depresso sat alone, wiping away a tear as he cracked another one of his jokes that people never laughed at. Even in such lonely times, humor kept one going, even when it lacked true humor. If he couldn't do a comedy routine in the casino, why not do one in this area.
"A monkey starts eating some meat, but then spits it out when he notices the bad taste before realizing he just tasted a possum's tail..." The failed comedian quipped, "...He throws away his would be meal and says, 'Oh, rats'."
He chuckled to himself, and looked down at the dead mouse laying on the ground before Depresso's feet, as if he expected the mouse to start laughing.
"I got a whole lot more jokes from the Joke Maker in my head, buddy." Depresso said to the lifeless creature, "And I could go on all night. I just came up with another joke, you wanna hear the joke about crying in a river and causing a fever. Oh man, that one is so good..." He lowered his head with a heavy sigh, "I wish someone would actually care about my jokes."
Karen groaned, and lowered her head, even as Boopkins attempted to comfort the cat. It wasn't easy to find and keep a stable job, but when it came to looking after her offspring alone, Karen needed money and this place was the source. She rarely went to a casino to partake in gambling, but the struggling cat mother was struggling to support her family.
She'd tried her hand at the "spin the wheel" game several times now, and it proved to be the most frustrating experience yet. Karen stepped away, and sat down at the bingo table with a Koopa.
"Got any fours?" The cat asked.
"Oh, you're good." The Koopa responded, flipping his card around to reveal four spades.
'At least I'm havin' some luck.' Karen thought as her Go Fish opponent handed some money.
Unbeknownst to her, and the patrons, two Super Meme Guardians that everyone knew had just made their way into the room. Fresh off from having scared Mario, SMG4 and SMG3 checked their spy watches, and noticed the needle was in the green zone, a strong indicator they'd performed well so far.
The YouTuber and his former nemesis shifted their attention, and noticed that the casino room looked exactly the same as it had appeared in the photos and the footage they'd obtained. Both SMGs ceased their movements, noticing the security cameras mounted on the walls.
The cameras were rotating in a somewhat rapid fashion, and SMG4 stepped back when he noticed that a couple of the security guards had cameras mounted on their Marty-themed hats. One of the Marty pin-ups on the wall had a camera on it's forehead, which was just as disturbing as the 1984-style "OBEY" poster that was mounted on the side wall with Marty's image on it.
"Just great. Mario must be surveilling this place intensely..." SMG4 remarked.
In the security room, Mario, still shaken by SMG3 and SMG4's scare attack, frantically operated the camera system while opening up the service laptop to check the back-up security cameras. In those moments, he felt as if he was in a Five Nights At Freddy's scenario, reminding the plumber of when he'd briefly worked as a guard at Freddy's Pizzeria.
"Clowns..." The fat Italian whimpered, "Clowns are coming!"
'Mario!'
The pudgy plumber put a finger up to his earpiece, recognizing Marty's voice in his head; "Y-Yes, m-lord?"
'I noticed the speed in one of the security cameras' movements increased. Is this a malfunction?'
"W-Well, Marty. Y-You see, we have a clown alert! Two scary clowns entered the casino and scared Mario, and we may have a FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY'S: CASINO CLOWN EDITION situation on our hands."
'Clowns in the casino? And you're scared of them? I should have enforced that "No Clown" rule after the meeting with Depresso...' Marty was annoyed, 'Report, Mario! Where are these "scary clowns" of yours right now?'
Back in the main area, SMG3 shot his associate a look. "We have to shut off those cameras." He said, "What do we have up your sleeve, SMG4?"
SMG4 pulled out a USB, the USB which had one of the SMGs' trump cards, and the meme man knew what to do. He was a little uneasy, but there wasn't much of a choice. He winked to SMG3, and headed off towards a nearby security system grid before grabbing a nearby laptop with a cable, and plugged it into a port, enabling the meme man access to the security system.
'Here we go.' SMG4 inserted the USB into the computer, pulled up the file, and transferred it into the security feeds. He tapped in his intended command, and then, the meme man said with the slyest of hisses, "Check this out."
Moments later, the casino TV screens and every security monitor blinked, and the infamous Eggman Dance video began playing in all of it's animated glory with the shirtless Doctor Eggman dancing while the words 'You Know You Love It' appeared on the screen. SMG3 flinched and covered his eyes, remembering the last time he found that freaky meme.
People in the casino area screamed with terror, even the security guards were disturbed. In the security room, Mario shrieked with surprise when he saw the horrid imagery on his monitors, and he attempted to erase it from the screens, only to wind up deactivating a chunk of the security monitors.
"AAAAAH, MAMA MIA!" He exclaimed, "WHO PLAYS THAT MEME ON MY FEEDS?!"
In the main area, SMG3 inspected his spy watch, seeing the needle go further in the green zone, then he looked at a couple of active cameras and glanced at a snack table with a watermelon on it. An idea bubbled into his mind, and he knew Mario would freak out even more.
Mario was attempting to get everything under control, even as security guards began leaving and quitting their job, all because of that gross Eggman meme. The fat Italian noticed one of the security cameras blacking out, and the sound of the music from the Eggman dance vid faded before a creepy FNAF chime sounded over the speakers.
Just then, the screen flickered and began showing a picture once more. However, it wound up showing a dark room, and Mario saw someone in a purple suit with a watermelon for a head. The watermelon-headed man stood still, silently staring at the camera.
"What the... Is that the Watermelon Man?!" Mario exclaimed, and his mind was flooded with nightmarish flashbacks of when Melony's weird father put watermelons on the fat Italian's behind.
The screen fizzled, and the Watermelon Man (aka SMG3) vanished, filling the pudgy Italian security head on edge. Seconds later, his enemy popped up in a jump-scare fashion, and Mario screamed. The spaghetti-obsessed plumber slapped an OOF button, and the security cameras around the casino went offline completely.
"Ahhh, that's better." Mario remarked, and he tapped his earpiece right as he heard a buzzing sound.
'WHY DID YOU SHUT DOWN THE CAMERAS?' Marty demanded.
"Shirtless Eggman... and the Watermelon Man!" The head of security gulped.
'First, we have a clown crisis, now we have a naked Eggman and the Watermelon Man?! Someone is attempting to undermine the casino and it's security. Get everything back in order! Whomever the troublemakers are, they are in massive trouble!'
In the main casino room, SMG4 put away the USB and rejoined SMG3, then they surveyed the area until their gaze settled upon a doorway with the words "VIP" above it. The two SMGs recalled the CEO's office was on the top floor, but in order to get to it, they had to go through the VIP area. That probably wasn't too hard.
"C'mon, let's go while the cameras are down." SMG3 whispered.
"Yeah." SMG4 nodded.
The duo made their way through the room full of patrons playing card games, pinball games, jackpot and all sorts of games the casino was offering. SMG4 and SMG3 were a bottle throw from the VIP door when they encountered Bob, who was sporting casino security gear, and the hobo stared at them in a firm manner.
"HaLt, PeAsAnTs!" The ex-Garo intoned, "ThIs ArEa Is FoR ViPs OnLy!" And that left the two Meme Guardians in a state of uncertainty, wondering how they were going to get past Bob without getting themselves outed as spies. And back at the Showgrounds, Meggy, Tari, and the others continued to watch, wondering what was next...
