A/N: Heh heh heh…I've had THIS particular idea planned out ever since I came up with the idea of giving the ghosts the Rockstars for bodies. I think you'll be able to figure out the basic gist once you read the title of the chapter. I could reveal all of my ideas for this particular theme right here and now…but there's too much in my head and too many opportunities to play around with this idea to fit with just ONE chapter.
Oh, and Happy Anniversary to FFPS! I honestly didn't know that it happened this week, but that just makes me even happier that I chose around now to bring out the Rockstars.
Phillip: I TRY to post every Thursday or Friday night, but med school can fuck with my schedule depending on the circumstances.
Chapter 59 – One Night at Mike's
"Wait, WHAT?" Rockstar Foxy exclaimed. "Wh…wh…WHA?"
"Could you…run that by us again?" the Security Puppet asked, her eyelights brightening in shock. "Just to make sure we've heard correctly?"
"You heard me," Mike re-explained with a grin, "I want to play a game kinda like what we did back in 1993. You guys try to hunt me down as the animatronics, and I try to fend you off for a given amount of time. Except, you know, minus the whole vengeance and rage and trying to kill me by stuffing in a suit and all that shit."
"But…we tried to kill you!" Rockstar Golden Freddy protested. "We tried to murder you in one of the most brutal ways possible! And you want to RELIVE that?"
Mike shrugged. "It's not like I have anything to fear from you in the here and now," he replied. "And besides, you're forgetting that out of the X number of shitty things that happened to me in the first eighteen years of my life, my night shift at Freddy's was on the BOTTOM of that list," his lips curled upward in a sardonic smirk. "I'd even go so far as to say that in a fucked up, masochistic sort of way, I actually found my shift at Freddy's kind of fun."
Rockstar Chica shook her head in disbelief. "I'm honestly starting to wonder if you have issues, dad…"
Mike's smile faded a bit. "I mean, I kinda did back then…"
Rockstar Chica cringed at the response. "Sorry…" she quickly apologized.
"Eh, don't worry about it," Mike brushed it off. "My capacity for giving a shit fucked off to a corner and died a long time ago."
"I can't help but wonder if we're disrespecting the other night guards we murdered by playing this game," Rockstar Freddy muttered.
Mike shrugged. "I mean, one could argue that I've already crossed that line with the whole Five Nights at Freddy's game as it is," he pointed out.
"Fair enough," Rockstar Freddy conceded, "but there's another problem. How exactly are we going to replicate the night shift? Unless I've missed something big over the past year, the entryways into the hallway and the basement don't have heavy duty metal doors you can just slam downward to block us out."
To his surprise, Mike's grin returned in full force. "I've gotten all those annoying little details taken care of. Now if you excuse me, I need to get the rule sheets."
"Rule sheets?" Rockstar Golden Freddy repeated in confusion as Mike left the garage. He returned a few minutes later with several typed sheets of paper. He handed one sheet to each animatronic. "These sheets describe the way I want you to act when trying to get at me while we're playing the game."
The Security Puppet blinked. "Did you have this planned all along?" she asked incredulously.
"I can neither confirm nor deny," Mike replied blithely, an answer that spoke volumes in and of itself.
Rockstar Bonnie took his sheet and started reading part of it. "Wait…what's a…Fuckstick?" he asked, tilting his head in confusion.
Mike started. "Oh, shit. Be right back." He zipped out of the garage, and when he returned the animatronics and Liz nearly collapsed into laughter when they saw what he was carrying. In his hand was a staff…with a giant golden middle finger as its head. "Ladies and gentlemen, it is my pleasure to present to you the Fuckstick. It is, without exaggeration, the crowning non-technology related accomplishment of my college years."
"Why…how…how did you even?" Rockstar Freddy managed to choke out.
"It was a fraternity party, I was drunk, don't ask," Mike blithely replied as he smiled fondly at the memories. He rarely drank alcohol considering his less than pleasant experiences, but even he wasn't entirely immune to its lure.
"I think I realize what you're going for now. Only instead of a spare Freddy Fazbear head, you're going to try and block us off using a…Fuckstick," the Security Puppet giggled. "I swear I'm never going to get over that."
By now the others were starting to realize what Mike was going for. "Well, I didn't think a Round 2 was ever going to happen," Rockstar Freddy commented dryly. "You do realize that we were harder on the Night Guards in the 1987 location than we were in the 1993 location? I mean, granted, Rockstar Foxy will still act kinda like how he did in 1993 but still."
"Good," Mike retorted. "If this was a rehash of the 1993 location then things would get really fucking boring really fucking quickly."
"Uhm, dad?" a voice interrupted them. Mike and the ghosts in the animatronics turned to see Liz looking up with an almost forlorn expression on her face. Mike nearly facepalmed when he realized that she was feeling left out, even though that hadn't been his attention at all. "Will I be playing too? And should I possess Lefty then?"
"Of course you're playing, Liz!" her father reassured her. "But not as Lefty."
"But…" her expression morphed into confusion, "I don't have an animatronic to play as."
Mike raised an eyebrow. "Yes, you do."
"No, I…" her eyes widened in realization. "OH."
Mike grinned. "And I've got a VERY special job for you, Liz," he handed the sheet over to the orange-haired ghost girl. "Here's what I need you to do…"
Later at Night…
"I should warn you guys," Mike said as he sat down on the sofa, which was now facing the two entryways into the main hallway and the basement door, "when it comes to multiplayer games I can be rather…intense. One can even say…savage…"
The ghosts thought back to the battle of wits Mike had had with Nightmare Fredbear. "We could tell," Rockstar Freddy commented dryly.
"All right, just warning you," Mike answered. "Now, places!"
Rockstar Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, and Foxy climbed up the stairs to the second floor while Rockstar Golden Freddy vanished from sight and the Security Puppet descended the stairs into the darkness of the basement. One room at a time, the lights flickered off until every room apart from the living room was either completely engulfed in darkness or had its lights turned on at the minimum possible brightness. With the Fuckstick to his left and the flashlight to his right, Mike turned on the tablet.
The layout of the security cameras had changed slightly from what it normally was. The camera in the living room had been relocated to the bedroom where Rockstar Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica were starting. Mike had also broken out some of his backup security cameras and activated them, so that there was now a security camera in the main second floor bathroom and on the stairs between the first and second floors as well as most of the rooms in the house.
Mike quickly flipped the tablet over to said bathroom, which was pointed at the bathtub. A purple curtain had been drawn across the bathtub, obscuring anything behind it from sight. Rockstar Foxy was waiting behind the curtain, but since the game hadn't started yet he quickly switched over to the basement. The room was large enough that to fully cover it would require two cameras rather than one, but right now there was only one, and it was pointing straight at the music box that the Security Puppet now inhabited. A button to wind up the music box and a timer had appeared on his screen, and while the timer was still full right now, he knew that once the game started it would begin counting down.
Mike pressed a different button, an intercom that would announce his words throughout the house. "Are you guys ready?" When he heard muffled sounds from the second floor and basement answering in confirmation, he continued. "Keep in mind this is a fifteen minute game, I have the timer on my phone right next to me. Starting in five…four…three…two…one… begin!"
An eerie silence immediately fell on the house as Mike switched over to the basement. As he had suspected, the music box had begun to wind down, but it was doing so remarkably slowly. Technically, Mike already had a plan on how to deal with the animatronics, but since this round was under Night 1 conditions he decided not to make things TOO easy for himself. After winding the music box to full, he switched back to the bedroom, where Rockstar Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica were standing silently next to each other and facing the doorway.
He put the tablet down…and his eyes fell directly onto the spectral form of Scrap Baby, who was sitting on a couch opposite to him in front of the wall area between the two hallway entrances. She was slouched over onto the floor as if deactivated, but Mike knew that she wasn't as dormant as she appeared. He opened up the tablet to check on the bedroom, bathroom, and basement to confirm that the state of affairs hadn't changed.
For the next few minutes, nothing of note happened and Mike was beginning to get bored. Then, at around five minutes into the game (the rough equivalent of 2 AM), he heard footsteps above him.
Mike immediately flipped up the camera to the bedroom, only to find that Rockstar Bonnie and Chica were both gone. A quick scouring of the cameras revealed that Bonnie had moved to the second floor hallway and Chica had gone into the bedroom normally occupied by Liz and Fritz. Rockstar Foxy still hadn't moved from behind the bathroom curtain (Mike doubted that he would on Night 1 but he wasn't going to take any chances) and the music box had ticked down to about ¾ of its remaining time. Mike tuned it back up and put the tablet away.
Only to discover that Scrap Baby had moved. Instead of being slumped over, she was now looking up, her eyes staring directly into his own. Mike inwardly congratulated Liz on how creepy she looked even with the knowledge that she would never hurt him, but now was not the time for that. Instead, he picked up the flashlight and flashed it into her face three times. After the third time, she slumped back down into her original position, pacified for now. A quick check of the tablet revealed that Rockstar Bonnie and Chica had taken advantage of the distraction provided by Scrap Baby to advance further. Chica was now in the second floor hallway, and Bonnie was already descending down the stairs.
The first attack came around the equivalent of halfway into 3 AM. Mike had been winding up the Puppet's music box when the tablet was suddenly forced downward. The lights in the living room started to flicker on and off frantically as Rockstar Bonnie glared down at him with black eyes that had only the tiniest pinprick of light in their center. Reacting with instincts that still hadn't dulled even after decades, Mike grabbed the Fuckstick with his left hand and flipped it upward so that the golden middle finger was directly in front of Rockstar Bonnie.
"Get the hell out of here," Mike snapped as Rockstar Bonnie left the living room. "I can't believe they can still do the creepy things with their eyes," he muttered as he flipped up the camera to check on the basement's Prize Box, but as he was winding it up his mind was suddenly bombarded with hallucinations just like it had been back at the 1993 location. The flickering faces of the originals had been replaced with the Rockstars, but the message of "It's Me" was very much how he remembered it over 30 years ago.
"You're not funny!" Mike grumbled as he lowered the tablet…only to find Rockstar Chica in front of him this time. Without missing a beat, Mike flipped up the Fuckstick again, and after a few tense seconds the chicken animatronic departed from the living room just like Rockstar Bonnie had done. Unfortunately, Scrap Baby had taken advantage of the distraction provided by Rockstar Chica to lift her head up again, forcing Mike to flash the light in her eyes three times to pacify her.
When he opened the tablet again, he found that Rockstar Bonnie and Rockstar Chica had both gone back upstairs. "I swear, if we weren't trying to maintain some level of game balance then going back upstairs in a game where you're supposed to be catching me in the first floor living room would be Fazbear Incorporated levels of idiocy," Mike deadpanned as he checked on Rockstar Foxy. To his surprise, the curtain had been slightly drawn aside, and Rockstar Foxy was now staring directly into the camera. "Wait, what the fuck?" Mike wondered. "Why the fuck are you moving on Night 1?" He checked the timer on his phone. 1 minute left. He smirked. "I've got this, I've got this." And indeed, he was able to easily breeze through the last few moments of the round. Rockstar Bonnie had attempted to approach the living room again, but he had only made it to the main hallway before the timer on Mike's phone sounded with the Westminster chimes.
"And time's up!" Mike announced through the intercom as the animatronics immediately came to life again. Rockstar Foxy, Freddy, Chica, and Bonnie approached the main hallway as the Security Puppet popped out of her music box and Rockstar Golden Freddy materialized in front of Mike. Once everyone was inside, Mike smiled. "Well, that was…"
"Exciting?" Rockstar Chica asked.
"Creepy?" Rockstar Bonnie suggested.
"Scary?" Rockstar Golden Freddy added.
"Boring as all hell," Mike finished dryly. "Turns out, when you're a seasoned veteran who's survived 20 nights with killer animatronics, Night 1 conditions are a joke even under different circumstances. Though maybe that's my fault, even I forgot how good I am," he finished with a smirk.
Everyone rolled their eyes. "Most modest night guard in the world right here, ladies and gentlemen," Rockstar Freddy announced sarcastically.
Mike did an exaggerated bow. "Thank you, thank you, you're too kind."
"Yeah, because surviving Night 1 is sooooooooooo hard," Rockstar Foxy drawled as he narrowed his one eye. "Why don't you try Night 5 conditions and then we'll talk."
An excited gleam appeared in Mike's eyes. "All right, Fritz. I'll take you up on that offer. Let's go."
Night 5 Conditions, "1 AM"
"Oh good God, what the fuck was I thinking?" Mike ranted frantically. "I regret everything! I REGRET EVERYTHING!"
He knew that Rockstar Freddy had been serious in his warning that they had been more aggressive in hunting night guards back in 1987 (what with the toys helping them and all), but even he couldn't have foreseen the sheer bullshit he was now dealing it.
The moment he had started the timer, Rockstar Bonnie and Rockstar Chica had raced away from the bedroom, and even before the "first hour" had run its course both of them had already attacked him once each even as Rockstar Freddy advanced into the second floor hallway. The music box was also ticking down at a MUCH faster rate than before, and Scrap Baby had started to leer menacingly at him as early as the first time he put down the tablet. His attempts at checking Rockstar Foxy had been stymied by his efforts to put down the other three animatronics, and because of this Rockstar Foxy was already peering out from behind the curtain of the bathroom before 1 AM finally rolled around.
Mike knew that he couldn't keep track of Rockstar Freddy, Foxy, AND the Security Puppet, especially when one of those would require an additional activity. With a sigh, he decided to give up on following Rockstar Freddy entirely. Even if he managed to advance to the main hallway, he would only be another Rockstar Chica or Bonnie, as opposed to the Security Puppet who would outright end his game or Rockstar Foxy who would waste a lot of valuable time.
As he winded up the music box yet again, he heard the faint sound of a girl giggling in front of him. He immediately lowered the tablet to see Rockstar Golden Freddy sitting on the ground in front of him with his eyes completely empty. Mike immediately whipped up the Fuckstick and watched as the animatronic vanished in front of his eyes.
"Looks like Cassidy worked on her teleportation powers," he thought. "And where exactly does she vanish off to when she's not in the living room?" With a shrug, he turned on the tablet and checked the music box as was his new routine.
The next few minutes seemed to pass by in a blur. Rockstar Freddy had steadily advanced as time passed, his laughter echoing across the house with each movement. Rockstar Bonnie and Chica attacked with much more frequency than they had earlier, forcing Mike to flip up the Fuckstick every single time he put away the tablet to make sure he didn't lose. Things didn't get any easier when Rockstar Freddy finally reached the hallway – the animatronic bear never seemed to leave the main hallway, and while it didn't really matter which entryway he attacked from, the fact remained that he seemed to strike at the living room every few seconds, much more commonly than Rockstar Chica or Rockstar Bonnie did. It didn't help that the hallucinations from before seemed to be occurring more frequently than they had been during "Night 1", and while they were technically harmless they did serve to irritate and distract Mike whenever they popped up.
As Rockstar Golden Freddy appeared and vanished for the third time and 3 AM rolled around, Mike checked Rockstar Foxy. The last time he had checked, the animatronic had stepped out from behind the curtain, his mouth open in a soundless snarl. But now…
…he was gone.
Mike's heart leapt as he heard running in the second hallway approach the stairway. He switched the camera to the Prize Box and wound it up for as much as he dared before hastily shoving it aside. Fortunately, there was no animatronic waiting for him, and he quickly grabbed the flashlight and shined it at the left entryway just as Rockstar Foxy made his appearance. The pirate fox was standing in the doorway, his hook raised and his mouth opened in the same soundless snarl.
"Yo ho ho and a bottle of SCREW OFF!" he declared as he flashed the light seven times in Rockstar Foxy's eyes. The animatronic blinked several times and for a second Mike wondered if he had forgotten how many times he was supposed to flash the light in Rockstar Foxy's eyes. Fortunately, he had done it correctly, and the animatronic slowly retreated. As he heard it climb back up the stairs, he began to hear an unearthly electronic gibbering noise in front of him.
Up until this point, Mike had done what he thought was a solid job keeping Scrap Baby at bay, but after being attacked by Rockstar Freddy, Golden Freddy, and Foxy in quick succession, he simply never had the time to check on Scrap Baby properly and shut her down. Now, he was met with a truly disturbing sight.
Scrap Baby's previously empty eyes were now glowing bright green and her head was twitching uncontrollably. Her left hand was clenching into a fist and unclenching in rapid succession, and she was snapping her claw open and shut just as chaotically. The only thing Mike could think was that she truly looked like the predator that she had once been under William Afton's influence, just waiting to leap at him and capture her prey.
"And Liz wins the award for scariest shit I've seen so far this evening," Mike admitted to himself as he grabbed the flashlight and flashed the light eight times in a row onto her face. After the eighth try, Scrap Baby stopped twitching and she slumped forward, back into her deactivated phase. "Yeah that's right, sit the fuck down!" Mike taunted as he switched the tablet on again.
Part of him had wanted to cheese the whole game by keeping the Fuckstick up while looking at the tablet, but Charlie had made it clear to her that that was not how the night shift had gone down in the 1987 pizzeria – the night guards simply did not combine strategies like that. Mike dearly hoped that the tablet in the 1987 pizzeria was simply too bulky to use less than two hands to hold it and wind up the music box, because if it wasn't then frankly his predecessors were a bunch of fucking morons for not utilizing that simple a solution.
And speaking of the music box…pacifying Scrap Baby had taken up valuable time. The timer was now at just below half, and Mike knew that if he didn't wind it up now then he would be screwed. He managed to raise the bar to around ¾ before the tablet was forced down by Rockstar Freddy yet again.
"Oh my God, Fazfuck, fuck off!" Mike almost shouted as he flipped up the Fuckstick. He could have sworn that the animatronic muttered "Fazfuck?" under his breath as he stalked off.
For up until the equivalent of 5 AM, Mike was able to fend off the animatronics, though he had to work for it. Despite his best efforts, however, Rockstar Foxy had managed to step out of the curtain for a second time, and Mike knew that if he rushed out it would take even more time to stop him than it had before.
And then, just when Mike dared to hope that he might be able to win without any more problems, things started to fall apart. By sheer catastrophic coincidence, he was bombarded by assaults from animatronics one-at-a-time. First Rockstar Chica, then Rockstar Golden Freddy, Rockstar Freddy, and Rockstar Bonnie.
"Shove a metal carrot up your ass!" Mike growled as Rockstar Bonnie departed from the living room. "Okay, okay," he took a deep breath. "It's 5 AM. Just gotta check the Security Puppet and…OH FUCK FOXY!" he flipped up the tablet and tried to wind the music box up a few ticks before switching to the bathroom.
For the second time that night, Rockstar Foxy was gone.
"Shit shit SHIT!" Mike lowered the tablet…and this time Rockstar Freddy was waiting for him. Mike flipped up the Fuckstick to block off Rockstar Freddy, but he barely had enough time to counter Rockstar Foxy after the animatronic bear departed. This time, the fox animatronic had tried to be sneaky by hitting the RIGHT door instead, and Mike had to flash his light ten times to force him to retreat. Scrap Baby had taken advantage of the many intrusions to advance to her "spooky twitching" phase. Mike flashed his light eight times in her face like he had done before, successfully "decommissioning" her.
And then…the sound of "Pop Goes the Weasel!" started echoing ominously throughout the house.
"Aw, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck…." Mike groaned. He picked up the monitor to confirm that the worst had indeed happened. The music box was open and the Security Puppet was already gone. "And here she comes!" Mike began rambling as he lowered the tablet and lifted the Fuckstick to block off Rockstar Golden Freddy. "Ladies and Gentlemen, Miss Tickle-Fingers herself coming here to rip me a new asshole!" He began to sing discordantly with the music. "I'm getting screwed! I'm getting screwed! I'm gonna be screwed! VERY VERY…"
DING! DONG!
Mike stopped mid-tune as he stared down at his phone. The numbers 00:00.00 glowed faintly but proudly on the screen.
"YES!" Mike whooped as he threw the tablet on the couch. "I WIN AGAIN! WHOOOOOOOOO!"
"Awww…" the Security Puppet whined. She had been steadily floating up the stairs to come and get at Mike, but the timer had wound down to "6 AM" before she had made it fully. "I was so close!"
"Close but no cigar!" Mike grinned as the other animatronics started arriving. "Well, you guys weren't kidding when you said you were tougher on the night guards in 1987 than you were in 1993. I almost lost a couple of times."
"We hoped that dogpiling you towards the end would end up getting you," Rockstar Bonnie admitted. "I mean, obviously we didn't outright plan to hit you one after the other, since we didn't exactly communicate a full-blown battle plan back then and doing it right now would be cheating. But still, that was really lucky for us how we were able to hit you one at a time AND have Foxy come in right after."
"Well, if it had been even a few seconds earlier, you guys would have probably won," Mike admitted. "Security Puppet was this close to kicking my ass."
"You said some really weird things sometimes, dad," Rockstar Chica commented. "Like…Miss Tickle-Fingers? What?"
"Look at those Puppet fingers and tell me those aren't the perfect fingers for tickling," Mike countered. A few of the animatronics opened their mouths as if to say something but ultimately didn't, since they couldn't really disagree with him even if they still found the whole thing weird as all hell.
"I have to admit," Rockstar Bonnie finally spoke up, "now that we're not doing this to kill innocent people, this was actually kind of fun."
"We'll get you next time, dad!" declared Liz as she shifted back into her human form.
"You can try," Mike retorted with a smirk. "But whether you'll actually succeed, now THAT is the question, isn't it? Though I do have to say, you were probably the creepiest animatronic out of all of them." Liz glowed at the praise as Mike looked at his phone again. "All right, guys, I'm tired after that fifteen minute shitshow. Why don't you guys try doing some activities that you've done in the past as the animatronics and see how similar or different they feel?"
"That sounds like a good idea, dad!" the ghosts in the animatronics readily agreed as they dispersed. After some thought, Liz departed to the workshop to possess Lefty. No reason to be left behind, after all.
Meanwhile, Mike climbed up the stairs and into his private study. He sat down on his couch and thought back to the game that they had just played.
"You know…" he mused aloud as his mouth began to stretch into a grin, "…I think I can think of a few ways to play around with our new game. I think I'm going to have a lot of fun with this!"
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A/N: Bonus points to anybody who gets the references.
And there you have it, folks! The introduction to the "One Night at Mike's" series of chapters. Since I'm pretty much done with Epic Fantasy Adventures, I needed something to replace it and I can't think of many ideas better than this one. As Mike himself stated, there are a LOT of ways for me to play around with this theme and I'll be sure to implement as many of them as possible. This set of chapters is also a lot more "FNAF-y" than other chapters, which I think will attract you guys' interest a lot more. We also have the introduction of Savage!GamerMike, so that's also a thing.
I tried to establish a general and relatively clear idea of how the game works, which is mostly a combination of FNAF1 and FNAF2 (more FNAF2) with less bullshit moments (Fuck you Enragement Child) and a few bits of other games thrown in. However, (a) I might not have done it as clearly as I would have hoped and (b) there are still some details I haven't communicated across yet. As such, I will now post the mechanics for each of the animatronics down below:
Rockstar Freddy (Gabe) – Freddy starts in Mike's bedroom along with Bonnie and Chica. His behavior is a combination of his movement patterns in FNAF1 and FNAF2. At first, he will follow a set pattern: Mike's Bedroom - Upper Floor Hallway - Stairs - Main Hallway. Although his movements can be delayed by continuously checking on him with the camera, he will NOT move backwards while he is progressing to the main hallway and will NOT leave the area of the hallway once he arrives. Once he has reached the Main Hallway, he can attack from either entrance to the Living Room and will attack much more frequently than either Bonnie or Chica. If he is at the Living Room doorway, you can shine the Flashlight on him to stun him, though the effect is only temporary. If he chooses to enter the Living Room, you must flip the Fuckstick at him to make him go away (like Bonnie and Chica, he will pull down the tablet after a while). Failure to do so in a timely manner will result in a Game Over.
NOTE: I never really liked how Freddy seemed to become less and less of a threat as the games continued, to the point that he's barely focused on at all in later games. Even in FNAF2, the Freddies excluding Golden Freddy seem to attack much less often than other animatronics. In my little game, I attempt to rectify that problem by having Freddy as the most frequent and most dangerous NORMAL attacker, particularly in later nights where stalling him may simply not be a long-term possibility.
Rockstar Bonnie (Jeremy) – Bonnie starts in Mike's bedroom along with Freddy and Chica. He will wander throughout the house and will always attack the Living Room from the left side. His movements are random. He likes to wander around a lot though his movements are less focused as a result. If he is at the Living Room doorway, you can shine the Flashlight on him to stun him, though the effect is only temporary. If he enters the Living Room, you must flip the Fuckstick at him to make him go away (like Freddy and Chica, he will pull down the tablet after a while). Failure to do so in a timely manner will result in a Game Over.
Rockstar Chica (Susie) – Chica starts in Mike's bedroom along with Freddy and Bonnie. She will wander throughout the house and will always attack the Living Room from the right side. Her movements are random. She moves around less but is generally more focused in her movements than Bonnie is. If she is at the Living Room doorway, you can shine the Flashlight on her to stun her, though the effect is only temporary. If she does enter the Living Room, however, you must flip the Fuckstick at her to make her go away (like Freddy and Bonnie, she will pull down the tablet after a while). Failure to do so in a timely manner will result in a Game Over.
Rockstar Foxy (Fritz) – Unlike the other animatronics, Foxy starts in the bathroom. You must frequently check on the bathroom to keep him at bay. Otherwise, he will start advancing out of the bathroom. If he leaves the bathroom entirely, he will rush towards the Living Room towards EITHER door. You MUST correctly identify which door he will attack from and shine the flashlight on him continuously for several seconds to force him to retreat to the bathroom. The more times he rushes out of the bathroom, the longer you will have to shine the flashlight on him before he retreats. Failure to do so in a timely manner will result in a Game Over. He is completely immune to the Fuckstick.
Rockstar Golden Freddy (Cassidy) – He (she?) will appear randomly in the Living Room while you are checking the cameras. He is completely immune to the effects of the Flashlight. If he appears, immediately lift the Fuckstick to make him disappear. Failure to do so will result in a Game Over.
Scrap Baby (Liz) – She will sit in the Living Room in between the two entrances, slumped over as though she were decommissioned. Every so often, however, she will begin to start moving, and will attack if she is ignored for too long. There are two stages (not including her inert state) that she will move through before causing a Game Over. To send her back into her original inert state, shine the Flashlight on her multiple times. The second stage will require more flashlight hits than the first stage to send her back into passivity, and you cannot move her from the second stage back down to the first stage – it's either all or nothing. Be warned, however – if you shine your Flashlight on her too many times while she is in her decommissioned state, you will trigger her to attack you immediately and end your game regardless. She is completely immune to the Fuckstick.
NOTE: She's essentially a combination of FNAF2's Withered Foxy (anyone remember how annoying HE was?), UCN Nightmare BB and her UCN self. She's less bullshit / more generous than Withered Foxy is but there IS a penalty for using the flashlight on her willy-nilly. Though part of that is because you also have Rockstar Foxy to deal with.
Security Puppet (Charlie) – She will remain in the music box in the Basement, which will continuously wind down as time passes. You must make sure that her music box is always wound up with your tablet. If the music box stops playing, she will come out and attack the Living Room. There is no way to repel her or stop her advance if she attacks, so a Game Over is inevitable unless you are very close to "6 AM".
Oh, and a little teaser to pique your interest for what is to come:
Mike Schmidt - ?
Hope you guys enjoyed!
