This story is a mix of a crossover between FNAF and Zootopia, and a story that's been on my mind for a while. Hope you like the prologue!
The neon sign of Freddy Fazbear's Pizza flickered ominously in the night, casting eerie shadows across the empty parking lot. Inside, the pizzeria was a ghost town, save for the lone figure of Mike Schmitt, a wolf with a weary expression, finishing up his last shift as the night guard. The animatronics stood silently on the stage, their lifeless eyes following his every move.
Mike completed his rounds and sat down at his desk. The old fan buzzed as he checked his monitors for the thousandth time. He checked the lights at the doors and tested that they worked. The job had a weird feel to it, as if something was off. Maybe it was because this was the place his friend had disappeared a few years earlier. His first week had already come and gone, but he had decided to come back for a couple of reasons. The first was at a rate of 150 bucks a night, the pay wasn't great and he had to take any opportunity to save for his collage bills, but he had also come back to answer a few questions he had developed over the week.
Mike sighed, glancing at the clock. Just a few more minutes and he would be free from this nightmare. As he gathered his belongings, the sound of footsteps echoed through the empty halls. He turned to see his boss, an older wolf named William Afton, approaching with a smile.
"Mike, my boy," Afton said, his voice dripping with false warmth. "I wanted to have a little chat before you go."
Mike nodded, unease creeping into his bones. Afton's presence always made his fur stand on end. He did, however, have a few questions he wanted to ask about the animatronics.
"First, I'd like to thank you for taking the bonus night and I also want to congratulate you on your first week. Most people don't make it this far."
Yeah, I know." Mike replied, thinking about the recording of the previous guard from two nights before. "Um, could I ask you a few questions about the robots?"
"Shoot. I can answer any questions you have, I made them myself."
"Well, first I'd like to ask why they're let out at night. What's the real reason?"
"Real reason?"
"Come on boss. I've been on a robotics team the past five years of my life. I know that excuse about the servo motors locking up is complete BS. Servo motors don't work that way. And while we're at it, the excuse about the bots thinking you are one of the endo skeletons is also a bad one. Computer systems in animatronics aren't that advanced."
Affton Smiled. "You're correct. It is something different. I actually came in here to show you what it is . I thought you might be interested.
Suddenly, without warning, Afton lunged forward, a syringe in hand. Mike felt a sharp prick in his neck before darkness consumed him.
When Mike awoke, he found himself strapped to a cold metal chair, steel restraints digging into his wrists and ankles. Above him, a springlock suit loomed menacingly. Afton stood nearby, his eyes gleaming with malevolent glee.
"Welcome back, Mike," Afton sneered. "You see, I've been working on a little project. The pizzeria needs a new attraction, and you, my dear boy, are the perfect candidate."
Mike struggled against the restraints, but it was futile. "What are you talking about, Afton?"
Affton started to flick switches, powering up the suit around mike. "Oh, the animatronics are only shells. I assume you did your homework and found out about the springlock suits. They're powered by something else than electricity. It has something to do with the disappearances that have been happening around this place in the past few weeks.
Mike's eyes went a little wide. "What did you do to those kids?" His voice trembled with a mixture of anger and fear.
Afton chuckled darkly. "Ah, yes. The children. Such innocent little souls. They were... experiments, you might say. I needed them for my own purposes. Their lives were a small price to pay for progress."
Mike's eyes widened in horror. "You monster! How could you do that?"
Afton's smile grew wider, more twisted. "Oh, Mike. You have no idea what I'm capable of. And now, it's your turn."
With a flick of the switch, the springlock suit began to assemble itself around Mike. The cold metal encased his body, the mechanisms whirring and clicking as they locked into place. The suit tightened, squeezing his limbs and torso, making it difficult to breathe. Mike's heart pounded in his chest as the mask descended towards his face, the metallic jaws opening wide to engulf him.
"Please, don't do this!" Mike pleaded, his voice barely above a whisper.
Afton leaned in close, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "It's too late for mercy, Mike. You wanted to know about the secrets surrounding this place, and now you're going to be part of them forever."
The final click of the locks engaging echoed in the room, sealing Mike's fate. Pain shot through his body as the suit's internal mechanisms began to activate. The metal spikes and gears dug into his flesh, tearing through fur and muscle. Mike's screams filled the air, but the clanking and wiring of the suit, and Afton's maniacal laughter drowned them out.
As the mask fully enclosed his head, Mike's vision darkened, filled with blood from the blades, and the last thing he heard was Afton's chilling voice, "Goodnight, Mike."
This story was inspired by the fanfic "Zootopia: A night at Freddy's" witch I found Absolutely amazing. I will be changing a few things that are cannon to the actual FNAF timeline, so please don't threaten to sic Mangle on me. I don't have a steady time I write these chapters so they will be inconsistently released.