Freddy: Into the pizzeria Chapter 8: Closed Circus, a five nights at freddy´s fanfic

Tomorrow is another day.

"I'm babysitting for five days!? WHY!?" teenage Michael Miller asked

"This is not for debate, Michael; your mother is in the hospital going through labor while I need to run the dinner with Henry to prep for Junior's birthday party."

"but the dude is scared of the joint; besides, what about my track tournament? I'm supposed to be at school to prep for it."

"That's the whole point of bringing him to the diner for his birthday. I've asked Henry for advice, and his wife said that the best way to help him is to use exposure therapy."

"what the hell does that even mean!?"

"Language, young man! It means that Junior needs to face his fears."

""Face his fears." The idea that one is afraid of what's equivalent to a circus is the lamest joke I've ever heard."

"that's not the point, but you get it. As for your tournament, you should have told us sooner."

"I did!"

"You did?"

"YES!"

Mr. Miller paused for a moment, then sighed. "I'm sorry then. You have to skip it."

"WHAT!?"

"My hands are all tied up here, Michael. I wish I could make this about you, but I can't." Before Mr. Miller leaves, he has one last thing to say to teen Michael: "Tomorrow is another day, sport; maybe next time, you can compete."

Mr. Miller had just left the household, making teen Michael furious as he marched to his room. "Not about me? NOT ABOUT ME!? Ever since I was born, I was competing with a stupid kids' franchise for you and Mom to look at me! "Tomorrow is another day" OH WHAT BULLSHIT! EACH DAY I'VE BEEN IGNORED, I HAVE TO WAIT FOR ANOTHER DAY TO BE SEEN." Michael then saw his stuffed Freddy toys in the corner and had an idea: "Exposing his fears, huh? Fine, I'll help." Michael took his toys and entered Dave Jr's bedroom. He then places them in the corner and locks the door. Michael leaves the room and shuts the door

SLAM!*

loudly. This wakes up the boy in a distressing manner. "Huh? What?" He then sees the toys and screams, "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" He rushes to the door and attempts to open it, but he can't, thanks to Michael

"Aww, what's the matter? Can't handle plushies?"

"BIG BROTHER!?"

"Yep, that's me."

"HELP ME PLEASE! I CAN'T GET OUT! LET ME OUT!"

"TOO BAD, SO SAD, SUPERCHUMP, I HAVE TO BABYSIT ON YOUR ASS FOR FIVE DAYS AT THE EXPENSE OF MY PLANS BECAUSE OF YOU! Now, if you're going to ruin my week, the least you can do is make this fun for me. After all, it is like what dear old father said: "TOMORROW IS ANOTHER DAY!" HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

And that was a promise Michael aimed to keep. For the next five days, he torments his brother, from jump-scaring him with his trademark foxy mask to locking him in the parts and service room to bribing employees to block his exits from the pizzeria. Each tomorrow is another day of bullying for little Davy Jr until the spring jaw breaks the crying child's skull

*CRUNCH!*

The present: Day time

"Dave!" Mike wakes up in a cold sweat of guilt, still wearing his damaged shadow Freddy uniform. He looks around and sees himself in a bed, in a bedroom, in somebody else's house. "shit. What happened to me last night? The last thing I remembered was…" Mike then remembers his confrontation with Foxy; he was about to take his head and life until an electrical intervention prevented that from happening. "Ugh. I honestly can't tell if I'm lucky, but where am I?" Mike got out of bed and saw a set of clothes and a note.

"Just to show you some hospitality. You can even use the shower. -V"

"V? Then that could only mean one thing." Mike thought as he headed to the bathroom

Minutes later

Wearing his standard blue jeans and purple shirt, Mike descends a stairway and sees a woman in the kitchen from the backside. She's blond; her hair flows down to her waist, and she wears a purple long-sleeve shirt and blue jeans. She turns to reveal herself as Vanessa J Fritzgerald, down to the green eyes and pink lips. "I see you're finally awake, Mike."

"Vanny. So that you who save me?"

"Mmm, hmm. It was 6:00 AM, and I found you on the ground with Foxy. I used my trusty tazer, and you know all of the rest. You seem to like having amp-drenaline through your bones, do you?"

"No, and I don't even enjoy it."

"Well, at least you'll enjoy the breakfast on the table."

Mike turns to see the breakfast Vanessa is making: a restaurant-style serving of pancakes, eggs benedict, bacon, sausages, maple syrup, and orange juice. She serves it to Mike.

"You've gone all out for me, huh?"

"After the past couple of nights you have, you need something to help you celebrate that you're still alive. Go and eat, and we'll talk about it later."

"How about now? Because I need to get to the bottom of this."

Vanessa sighs. "Fine; I wondered why you were running around at the outskirts anyway. So what's the sitch?"

One explanation later

"You have a rather excellent set of storytelling and listening skills, do you?" Vanessa asked in a deadpan manner

"I'm sorry, Vanny, but there was no other choice. My energy was spent keeping the teleporter on his toes, and I didn't figure one would move so fast on foot."

Vanessa rubs her head. "Did you at least find any clues from the pizzeria?"

"Oh, yes. There should be a shadow Freddy mask with drawings stuffed inside of it. Wait, did those get burned when you shocked me!?"

Vanessa shook her head. "Mike, a human body is a walking conduit. If that were the case, then your head would have been on fire. As for those drawings, I've already gone through them and concluded two things. One: these must be the only clues you could have obtained since I couldn't find anything else." Mike rolled his eyes. Two: Two of the victims is undoubtedly the Aemilius kids."

"Aemilius!? As in Henry's kids."

"Yep. Charlotte and Cassidy. Freshly depicted on old paper, with old crayon," Mike's face buried in his hands.

"other victims included are Gabriel Chaudhary, Jeremiah Hasenkamp, Susan Swallow, Fritz Devoss, Ronald Otieno, Jacob Boyce, Alanna Kerr, Inola Brooks, and Lisa Ferro. AKA: the lost Faz kids."

"Alright, that's settled!" Mike stood from his seat and began walking to the door. "We're taking this to Jane and your station."

Vanessa stops him. "You're being impatient, Michael."

"Impatient? The man's a murderer! There's at least ten families who had to spend 20-30 years grieving with no closure."

"Yes, but do you know exactly why Afton is doing this?"

Mike stops for a moment, then groans, "Ugh. The closest I've ever got to interrogating him is when I was recently knocked out."

Vanessa looked incredulously. "And so you asked him in your dreams *sigh* what exactly he told you?"

"That's the thing, he didn't. All he did was direct me to my worst memories."

"Your accidental fratricide."

Mike slams his fist on the wall

SLAM!*

"RAUGH! I don't get it! None of my shit has anything to do with Afton. I don't even keep information relating to the franchise after what I've done! What was he trying to tell me? That we're the same or something? And what's worse is that no matter what I say to the kids, they all think I'm that psy-"

"Michael!" Mike turns to a determined Vanessa, who then proceeds to place her hands on her cheeks

"I think it's time you investigate with me at your old house."

"You mean you didn't start yet?"

"Didn't start? Michael, please! That place is so big that I couldn't even finish. I will need backup to cover the wide area, and since my station's not an option for this case, you will be my backup."

Vanessa removed her hands and walked to the front door. "By the way, at least you can take comfort knowing I'm taking you out on a date. You're coming?"

"*sigh* I suppose it can't be helped." Mike then takes his brown coat and leaves.

The Miller Estate

Mike and Vanessa arrived at an abandoned estate. Mike breathes in and out at the sight of his broken manor.

"Home crap home"

They unlocked the door and explored the manor's interior. Mike's memories flooded as he saw various people moving around the mansion.

"They say your former childhood house is big, but I was unprepared for this."

"Yep. This is my castle, and most of this is due to the success of Freddy, the dancing bear of Fall Fest.

"As in the everlasting circus of fun and fantasy?"

"the one and only. The place was always overrun by visitors every year. Everyone was laughing, having fun, spending time with families, and happy. Everyone except me."

"What? Why?"

"You've seen how big this place is, right? More space equals more maintenance, meaning more time must be more dedicated than others, resulting in more time for myself."

"You were neglected."

"Not quite. I have random staff members to look after me like babysitters, and they constantly change, so it's not like I have a personal connection to them."

"I see. Are you sure none of your staff members are William Afton, or at least look like him?"

"*sigh* No, and the only person I know who looks like Afton is my father."

Vanessa raised her eyebrow. "Well, finding the connection between the two men is why we're here anyways, and since your father is a roboticist who lived in a big place, there's no way he doesn't have a workshop of some kind."

"He does, and it should be out there."

They walk outside to the now-drained backyard pool; across from it is a building with a door labeled: "1280."

"That's the one." Vanessa then looks at the building and reads a sign: "Elanor's pizza rental? You heard of this?"

"No," Vanessa raised an eyebrow. "I cut ties to everything related to restaurant entertainment ever since-"

"Say no more, let's go inside."

Elanor's Pizza rental

When they stepped inside, there was darkness. Until a light came up, revealing a vestibule. Suddenly, a voice rings out, "Welcome to the first day of your exciting new career. Whether you were approached at a job fair, read our ad in Screws, Bolts, and Hairpins, or if this is the result of a dare, we welcome you. I will be your guide to help you get started. I'm a Model 5 of the Handyman's Robotics and Unit Repair System, but you can call me HandUnit. Your new career promises challenge, intrigue, and endless janitorial opportunities. Please enter your name as seen above the keypad. This cannot be changed later, so please be careful."

Mike and Vanessa looked at each other. The former shrugged and tried to enter his name. "What the?" However, the screen glitches each time he tries to press a button, resulting in him pressing in gibberish.

"It seems that you had some trouble with the keypad."

"Yeah, no shit, robot!"

"I see what you were trying to type, and I will autocorrect it. One moment."

"Now we're talking," Mike thought as the robot corrected the gibberish. However, despite the auto feature, Mike soon discovers that the machine is still on the fritz.

"Welcome, Eggs Benedict"

"EGGS BENEDICT!?" Vanessa giggles

"You can now open the elevator using that bright, red, and obvious button. Let's get to work!"

the primary control module

"Allow me to fill this somewhat frightening silence with some lighthearted banter. Due to the massive success and even more so the unfortunate closing of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, it was clear that the stage was set, no pun intended, for another contender in children's entertainment." Mike balls his fist. "Unlike most entertainment venues, our robotic entertainers are rented out for private parties during the day, and it's your job to get the robots back in proper working order before the following morning. You are now in the primary control module. It's a crawl space between the two front showrooms. Now, let's get started with your daily tasks. View the window to your left. This is the Ballora Gallery party room and dance studio, encouraging kids to get fit and enjoy pizza. Now, view the window to your right. This is the Funtime auditorium, where Funtime Foxy encourages kids to play and share."

"Ballora, and Funtime Foxy?" Mike thought

"Let's turn on the light and see if Ballora and Foxy are on stage. Press the blue button on the elevated keypad to your left and right."

Mike and Vanessa looked to their left and right and saw two control panels with blue and red buttons. The two pressed the blue button,

Click*

only for nothing to happen. "It would seem Ballora and Foxy are napping. Please wake them up by pressing the red button to administer a controlled shock. Maybe that will put the spring back in their steps." the hand unit instructed

""Taking a nap?" How old does this thing think we are?" Mike thought again.

The two pressed the red button, resulting in an electric shock being heard

ZAP!*

"Still nothing?"

"Let's try the blue button again."

The two pressed the blue button,

Click*

This time, two animatronics are activated. One is a ballerina humanoid with miniature wooden ballerinas dancing. It sang a song.

"Why do you hide inside your walls? When there's music in my halls? All I see is an empty room. No more joy, an empty tomb."

Mike shed tears to the melody as Vanessa placed a hand on his shoulder. "Are you OK, big guy?"

"Yeah. *sniff* I was reminded of my mother for a moment. She was a ballerina."

"Oh." They turned to the other animatronic, a white and pink fox. "Huh, a repaired Mangle. Can I assume that the kids followed us or something?" Vanessa asked

"No"

"No?"

"Mangle has a hook hand, but this one doesn't." Vanessa gives the animatronic another look. "Ah, you're right. So why do we have two white and pink foxes?" As the two ponder on the question, the hand unit spoke

"Well done, eggs benedict. You've awaken our friends. Please crawl through this place for further access."

A small vent entrance revealed itself. "What the hell?" Mike and Vanessa looked at each other again, and the former shrugged. "Ladies first?"

Vanessa stared blankly. "You have to be more gentlemanly than that, Michael."

"Alright, I'll go." Mike crawls through the vent, and Vanessa follows. "Man. Why the hell would Dad design such a doorway?"

Circus Gallery

Mike and Vanessa exit the vent and go into another control room. The hand unit speaks, "Welcome to the circus gallery. Please wake up our circus baby, Elanor." Mike pressed the blue button, but nothing happened. "It would seem that our circus baby is taking a nap. Please wake her up." Mike then pressed the red button

ZAP!*

Then, the blue button.

Click*

Nothing happens. "That's odd," Vanessa commented. Mike then pressed the red and blue buttons repeatedly in a pattern until

Depowering Noise*

"Oh dear, It appears that the power went out. Please journey to Ballora's gallery to activate the breaker,"

"Wow, this is going to be a long day."

Ballora's gallery

Mike and Vanessa crawled into Ballora's gallery. Mike sees the breaker and is about to activate it until Vanessa drags Mike under a crawlspace under a control panel and closes a door

SHUT!*

"Hey! What the-"

Vanessa then covered her mouth and made a shush signal. Metallic sounds and ballet music were heard

Click, Clack, Click, Clack, Click, Clack*

"What's that sound?" Mike ponders. The sound suddenly stopped, and there was silence. "I think the close is-" Aneye suddenly appears at the small hole "HOLY SHIT!" The door starts to open. "Oh no, you don't!" Mike grabs the door and closes it. "Crap, it's strong."

As Mike struggled to keep the intruder out, Vanessa touched him and leaned closer. 'Let go, ' Mike said, looking at Vanessa concernedly until he saw what she held. Mike nodded to her and let go of the door. It swings open.

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"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

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Vanessa zaps the intruder, who is revealed to be Ballora, with five other baby-like animatronics.

Mike's facepalms. "Just what I needed. More hostile robots. Great. Just Great"

"So this is what you have to endure each night? I do not see any ghosts, though."

"From what I can tell, electricity stuns them. You would have to wait a while before they wake up, but if you want to check for Prof, we would have to. Hey, wait a minute, you're not implying what I think you're implying, are you?"

"I a cop, Michael. Having suspicions is like, what, 25% of the job? Besides, if you had my honest opinion, I could see why anyone would think ill of your father. So either William Afton is much better at framing evidence than we thought or-"

"It appears the breaker has not turned on yet. Please hurry up so you can move on to the parts and service room," The hand unit interrupted.

"Oh, right," Mike thought as he turned on the breaker.

Powering up noise*

"Good job. Now head to the parts and service room, where you must disconnect the Funtime Freddy's power module. Please note that this is a skill that you may or may not be efficient. Because most technicians were unsuccessful and required 6 to 8 weeks of physical and mental recovery."

Mike starts to twitch. "If I find Father, we'll have a long and serious talk about that stupid unit. If I find Afton, I'll kill him."

The parts and service room

Mike and Vanessa reach the parts and service room again via vents and see a pink and white Freddy with a petite blue bonnie attached to his right hand. "Keeping the legacy alive, I see."

"Great job reaching parts and service. Funtime Freddy seems out of power, which should make your job much easier. The release switch for the chest cavity is located on the underside of the endoskeleton jaw. To reach it, we will first need to open the faceplates. You will need to press the faceplate release triggers in a specific order, and it's important to be as precise and as careful as possible. Locate the small button on Freddy's face, just under his right cheek, and press it."

Mike pressed a button on his right

buzz, buzz*

"For clarification, please note that I am referring to Freddy's right, not yours." Mike chuckles in embarrassment while Vanessa lightly smirks. Mike then pressed the button on Freddy's right

ding, ding*

"Great! Now locate the button under his left cheek and press it." From then on, Mike pressed buttons on Freddy's left cheek, right eye above the nose, until

huh-poof*

the face plates opened. "Good job! The faceplates should now be open. Locate and press the small button on the underside of Freddy's endoskeleton jaw." Mike did what he was instructed

huh-poof*

Mike inspected the inside and even took a whiff. "*SNIFF! Sniff. Sniff*" "No remains. Now that I think about it, until got a good look inside Foxy, I didn't smell anything remotely dead other than the smell of abandonment for four nights straight. How can that be?"

"Excellent. The chest cavity should now be open. Turn off the power module from the chest cavity." Mike did that as well. Great work. Lastly, you will now be required to turn off the secondary power module from the Bonnie hand puppet. Press the large black button beneath Bonnie's bow tie to release the power module." Mike would have done that immediately, but there's just one problem. The rabbit is gone.

"What the?"

"Mike, look," Vanessa points to a peppering bonnie hiding behind Freddy.

Mike is flabbergasted. "Are. You. Kidding me!?"

He tried to grab it but failed repeatedly until the bunny jumped onto his face, scratching and biting him.

"Yah! Ow! Ow! Ow! Fuck! Fuck! Fucking cock! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

Mike managed to throw the rabbit on the ground but wouldn't let up as he leaped, preparing to attack him again.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"

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However, Vanessa steps in front of Mike and zaps the hell-raising hare in time right on the large black button beneath Bonnie's bow tie.

"Great job. You have successfully depowered Freddy. Please head to the Circus gallery for more maintenance." It was at that point that Mike's patience was running out.

"Mike, are you-"

"NO, I'M NOT OK! NOTHING ABOUT THIS IS OK! The animatronics at my pizzeria were murdered, stuffed, and left to rot in the metal cold. Of course, they would want vengeance and are willing to hurt murderers like me to do it. Fine, I get that. BUT WHO THE HELL WOULD DESIGN THESE THINGS!? There's no corpse in them, and yet they're trying to kill us, and for what!? If this behavior was displayed during service, THEN IT's NO WONDER THIS CIRCUS IS CLOSED DOWN! I understand that all this ranting that I'm ranting out would mean that I blame my father, but I DON'T! And you know why? It's because he's exactly like my brother. He's a scared, fragile, gentle robotician, to the point where he could make a damn good impression OF SHAGGY ROGERS! I still don't know who this purple bastard the ghost refers to is, but one thing is certain. He's been prancing around my family's legacy like a slasher villain, complete with his Ghostface knife, and FRAMED MY FATHER FOR IT! If you want us to keep going, that's fine, but I am NOT following that STUPID UNIT'S instructions because I swear on my grandfather's name, the founder of Freddy's, Steve Raglan, that my father David Gregory Miller Sr, is NOT. A. KILLER!" Mike crawls through the vent in anger to leave.

Vanessa, on the other hand, was stunned

Ring, ring!*

Her phone rang. "Hello? Oh yes, he still believes. As we discussed, everything will change after tonight. She hung up and found herself smirking. "Oh, Mikey. Poor, troubled Mikey. You have no idea what created, discovered, most importantly founded."

Author's notes: So, I'll adapt most, if not all, of the nights from the 5th game into one day. Mainly because if I have Mike spend 5 to seven nights at another hostile animatronic nest, it will ruin the flow of the story. Even so, the sister location must be adapted purely because the sister location has the most lore out of all of the first six games in the series. The fact that the game took place between FNAF 4 and FNAF 1 gave Michael reasons to spend 20 nights in different Freddy's locations (In theory, anyway) supports it. I'll likely rap up the sister location arc in the next chapter, and when that happens, the 5th night at Freddy's will be the most significant scale yet. See you in the next chapter.