The Only Heartbreaker

by ChronicallyOnline1_1

Summary:

You, (Y/N), are the only current offspring of (F/N), (L/N). Proud manager of one of the worlds largest locations owned by Fazbear Entertainment.
And unfortunately, coming home for the winter-break to see your well-loved father means having to spend almost every day in the damned place.

It had perks. And it would have been nice. If you weren't deathly afraid of the robots they held there.
And if they weren't so keen to know you.

Notes:

Hello everyone :D
I just have a few things to say regarding (Y/N)!

The way they look, is entirely up to you! I mean, they are supposed to be you after all.
They/Them pronouns are being used, and the story is going to be written in a 2nd person perspective, so they wont be mentioned that much in all honesty.
This is also going to be smut free. Ion really wanna write all that stuff, so genitalia is going to be unmentioned, meaning its all up to you.

The age of (Y/N) is 19, but again, this isn't mentioned much so I suppose you don't have to follow it if you don't want to. They will be referred to as an adult tho.

I hope you enjoy reading this!

Chapter 1: An introduction of sorts.

Summary:

Coming home from college is a big task.
What's an even bigger task? Having to meet the robots your petrified of.

I'm sure you can do it! I'll be cheering you on!

Notes:

Here are just some key words for y'all;

(Y/N) = Your Name.
(L/N) = Last Name.
(F/N) = Fathers Name.
(Y/H) = Your Height.

You will be updated if there are anymore you need to know :)

That dreaded summers day had been ironically wonderous, a sort of protest to the pooling emotions a certain young individual had been feeling the whole journey down to Utah. Whilst the sun was high, their mood was low. Spring-like warmth filled the air, adequately joyous chirruping accompanying it through healthily green shrubbery and blooming bushes that had been neatly scattered up and down the rich suburb. You found your nerves calmed at the way the world sang around you, it was content, and you'd of given anything to remain in that moment forever. 

Yet the world kept turning and time kept ticking. Nothing could stay the same forever.

Lengthy, ringed fingers grasped the edges of the jet-black steering wheel tightly, shaking with untrained nerves. You were anxious, if that was anything to go by. You should have gotten up over half an hour ago, left the cooling air-conditioned atmosphere of your car and marched right up that god forsaken driveway the moment you pulled up, but you just couldn't bring yourself to do it. No matter how hard to you tried. All the supportive, confiding speeches you gave yourself. The deep breaths. The long hard stares at your liminal childhood home. Nothing could even bring you close to leaving your car and knocking the door. Bile gargled in the pit of your stomach, rising to your throat by the second, palms sweaty despite the AC at full blast. A part of you wondered if it were best just to turn around and find a hotel to stay in. 

That's when, sat upon your dashboard gleaming in the reflective sunlight, your phone buzzed. The screen abruptly lit up, painting itself with the delicate colours of your lock screen, and a thin notification bar with the name 'Dad' labelled in bold. You gulped. You were hesitant to grab the small rectangular device, worried he'd suddenly find some reason to reject you, kick you out from his home and make you stay in some crappy half-star motel. Though that idea hadn't seemed bad just a minute ago, when forced upon you it felt strained. You bit your cheek with anticipation, awaiting rejection; you were however met with a picture of freshly baked cookies, and the message 'I know you'll get here soon, so i made these for us :)' and suddenly, it was as though a button had been pressed within you. You were being dumb. Overly anxious. Your own father was not going to reject you at his doorstep, it wasn't in his nature! You'd formed these ideas in your head but in truth none of it was true. You heaved a large sigh, snatching up your bag from the pleather passenger seat and shoving the car door open. 

Though you'd gotten over the major anxiety regarding meeting up with your father once more, nothing was there to stop the little, extremely pesky side thoughts from swirling through your head. A vivid display of why you should never be left alone for too long at once. 

 'What if he doesn't recognise you?' , 'What if he doesn't have the time to spend with you anymore?' , 'Nonsense. He loves you.'

You bit your lip in a nervous demeanour. Clutching your bag tight.

Though you kept in close contact through the years you had been away at college, you had not seen your father in quite some time. Living with him last when you were seventeen years old, you were twenty-one now. You had both changed so much over the years away that you wouldn't be surprised if he did not recognise his own young. You'd matured a lot since your leave from home, growing up and learning how to handle yourself. You'd grown from a young, reliant teenager to a young adult who now held an independence many would not. And your father? Well, being a single father, with his only child having left home, he of course became a lot lonelier. You were shocked to know that he had actually started going out and trying to find someone romantically. Though it was hard, finding someone who did not just want him for the money he had was a hard task. A task that obviously took a while, judging by the fact he was still single. 

 

Some things however, did not change. Your father still owned that God-awful Pizzaplex, and you were still absolutely terrified of the large, clanky animatronics held there. 

 

You dragged your feet across the scorching hot concrete beneath you, up the driveway of your fathers house and coming to a steady halt just outside of the large wooden door. You swallowed thickly. Shaking all nonsensical thoughts from your mind. 'Your overthinking again. Dumbass.' Were the words you repeated to yourself, and continued to do so as you lifted your first and rapped it against the door. You forced a thin smile into the edges of your lips. It was going to be fine, you assured yourself, shuffling silently where you stood. Awaiting your scruffy, dim-witted father to open the door.  

A few clashes and bangs could be heard from the other side of the door, before the sound of keys jingled and clicked. Finally, the door opened. Your father grinning happily at the sight before him. 

 

"(Y/N)!" He called out. Joy reverberating throughout his tone. The taller man opened up his arms for a hug, welcoming back his child with love. Your smile turned warm, giving into the embrace that your father had offered. You leaned into his warmth, laughing softly. This was certainly something you had missed whilst away at college. 

Tugging away from the hug gently, you looked up at the man who had raised you. "Hey, dad." Your fathers grin only widened at the response you had given. He hadn't heard your voice in person for so long, he had almost forgotten what you actually sounded like. What your voice sounded like when it was not distorted by the crappy mics phones provided. 

"Oh!" He exclaimed, yanking himself back into reality once again. "What was I thinking? Come inside!" He took a step to the side, inviting you into the house you had both once shared. Smiling at you as he watched you swiftly move inside. 

 

Once in the house, you were hit with a sudden rush of cool air, and the scent of old pinewood. Provided by new AC systems, the contrasting cold air fanned against your face nicely. The house your father lived in was rather decent, quite large, with expensive items of furniture held within. Quite a few surfaces had been refurbished within the past year - obviously, with his only child leaving home. Your fathers already large income could go to less care for you, and more care for himself and the house he lived in. 

"Gosh, it has changed since I left, huh." You commented, tracing your finger across the newly glossed wall. It was nostalgic, in a way. Placing hands on your hips, you began to observe the house around you. It still smelt the same, the usual scent which seemed to follow you everywhere. "Don't tell me you turned my room into some weird, man-cave." 

A chuckle left your fathers throat. "Don't worry, Goofball. I wouldn't dare touch your room." He hummed, locking up the front door once again, before turning to face you. "Who knows what I'd find in there."

You scoffed at the man stood in front of you. "I'm not THAT weird!" Placing a hand on your chest as if you took personal offence to his words, you both exchanged a good laugh over the jokes.

 

You must admit. It was nice to finally be with your father again. You were totally overreacting when you thought things were going to be different. 

 

"Go sit in the kitchen, I'll make us some tea and we can chat. Oh!! I baked some cookies for us as well, you came just in time, they're fresh." 

You nodded at your fathers words, placing your bags down in their designated spots, before speeding away to the kitchen. The countertop had been lazily cleared of work supplies and documents, hastily stacking them in the corners of the table out of the way as some sort of attempt to make the place look nice. In the centre of the table was a plate of messy cookies, with clumps of chocolate chips layered in heavily. Steam arose from the plate, signalling its freshness.

You took a stool at the table, and soon, your father did exactly as he claimed he was, and set the kettle on to make tea. Once he had handed you your tea, he plopped down in a chair next to you. Smiling softly.

"So what have you been up to recently?" He inquired, wanting to get to know what you've been up to within the year that you were away from him. 

Taking a moment to think, you pursed your lips. Before shrugging. "Nothing much, honestly. I thought it would be a bit more fun, moving away. But it was mostly just trying to find a job, doing college work and sleeping." You laughed to yourself. "I went to a few parties I guess. But you know.. socialising is not my strong point. Ahah."

Your father smiled. "Ah, yes, the good old college life. I see you're doing well."

"What have you been up to recently?"

Your father thought for a moment, before also shrugging. "I haven't been doing much either I guess. The 'Plex is doing well, there have only been three lawsuits this year! It's an all time low!" He grinned in triumph. Glad that people were being more sensible within the Pizzaplex this year. 

You chuckled gingerly. "Oh yeah, I totally forgot about that place." You mumbled. When you were younger, and couldn't take care of yourself, your father would take you there. You remember being absolutely terrified of the animatronics. The way they would leer down at the children with their artificial eyes. The grins that stuck onto their faces permanently clipping open and closed as they spoke. You hated it. You had no idea what the appeal in the place was, it stunk of sweat and pizza, the food was certain to clog arteries and increase cholesterol, and the animatronics were so loosely taken care of that injuries due to malfunctions would happen daily. It was a cesspit of grime and horror. And you hated every aspect of it. 

"How's it been there anyways? Any major changes at all?"

Your father gave off a hesitant look at your question, sighing for just a moment before continuing to talk. "Well, only a few." He mumbled. "The Daycare attendant has been malfunctioning a lot recently, kids are beginning to avoid them. We had to decommission Bonnie for the very same reason.." He pinched the bridge of his nose with frustration. 

"What do you mean?" You asked. 

"There's some sort of bug going on in their systems, making them a tad bit more aggressive toward the customers, and members of staff." He rambled. "Bonnie actually lashed out on another animatronic, and well, we had to decommission him. It was for the best. We're hoping that we can sort out this little bug on The Daycare Attendant before it gets too serious."

Your brows dropped in worry. Great, another thing to add to your list of reasons to be afraid of them. "Ah, well, good luck with that." You took a sip from the cup, the hot liquid burning the tips of your tongue. You winced, not expecting it to scald your tongue, before spitting a bit of the tea back into its porcelain cup. 

 

"Oh that reminds me." Your father spoke up once more. You let out a short hum in acknowledgment. Letting him know that you were still listening, despite not actually looking at him. "I'm very busy at the moment with the Pizzaplex, meaning I won't be here with you most days.. I'm very sorry about that. I will try my hardest to come home before dark though!"

Looking back up at your father, you frowned. You expected him to not be available. He never was. You just hoped that he would put more time aside to spend with you. After all, you would only be here for two months or so. "Oh.." You let out a dejected sound. "Will you try and take some time off to spend with me?"

Your father let out a nervous hum, looking down to his phone - which lit up to alert him that he had a new text. He sighed. "I'll have to see what days I have off." He mumbled. You didn't expect him to actually be able to spend time with you, it was just a thought. He was the manager of THE Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex. He would probably never have any time for you. Not until he retires. Suddenly, your father let out a gasp. His head shot up, and he looked at you with a wide grin. "Maybe I could take you to the Pizzaplex!" He spoke with such excitement. "Remember how I used to do that?? When you were little, you could meet all the animatronics again!"

His words were enough to make your blood go cold. 

He didn't seriously mean that, did he? He knew how you felt about them. 

You have a vivid memory of being a poor seven year old, running to him, sobbing your eyes out because Chica got a tad bit too close to you. 

 

"Ehhh," You let out a long whine of disapproval. Your father frowned at the sound, a heart-broken, guilt-tripping frown that was enough to make you need to justify your distaste for going to the Pizzaplex. "You know how I feel about the Pizzaplex... more specifically, the animatronics." You grumbled out, twiddling your thumbs together idly. "They're scary."

"Please!" Your father tried to encourage you to go with him. "You were young then, they may not be as scary as they used to be y'know." You pursed your lips. 

What he said was true. You were very small back then, the seven-foot monsters seemed so abnormal, and scary to your child-like mind. 

"Maybe.." You grumbled. You supposed seeing the animatronics wasn't the only thing you could do whilst you were there anyways. You could go to the arcade and win stuff, or you could go see other attractions that they offered. "Okay I'll go. But seeing those animatronics is going to be the last thing I do!"

Suddenly, a wide beam formed across your fathers face. "I'm sure you'll be fine! You're all grown now, I mean, look at you! All independent." He wiped a fake tear from the corner of his eye. "My little Goofball doesn't need me anymore." He pretended to cry, seeking a reaction from his child. 

You punched his arm gently. "Yeah, yeah, whatever." You chuckled at him. Rolling your eyes to the side with a little huff. "When am I going to the Pizzaplex? I'll need to prepare."

Your father thought for a moment. Before grinning. "Tomorrow!"

You gasped, "What!!? Tomorrows a Saturday!" Your brow furrowed angrily. You did not fancy spending your weekend at some smelly cesspit, filled with kids and robots alike. 

"Yes!" Your father replied, "Tomorrows a Saturday! Which means the 'Plex will be at its most busy, did you know Birthday Parties are most likely to be held on a Saturday?" He crossed his arms over his chest, nodding his head formally. You quirked a brow at him. 

"Then you'll be busy all day..? Is there a point of me coming in if you'll be busy."

"Not all day! I can come see you on my breaks, and then after hours I can show you the animatronics."

 

You pursed your lips together. You had already promised to go and see the animatronics, and he seemed insistent that you go on the Saturday. So you sighed, giving into his demands pretty quickly. Your father seemed pleased at your final conclusion, and reached in for a hug. He insisted that you would enjoy it, before the two of you got on with the evening. 

It only took a few hours to get unpacked into your bedroom. You then set out a pair of clothes that you would wear to the Pizzaplex the following day, before putting your devices onto charge. After that you and your father ordered take-away, the two of you being two lazy to cook for yourselves. And after eating that, you went to bed. Far too exhausted from travelling all day to stay up any later. You smiled to yourself as you slept, reminiscing on the day that you had. It was nice to be home again, to finally sleep in some sheets that felt familiar to your body. However, despite the warm feeling of comfort you had, reminiscing on the day. You couldn't help yourself from the pit of anxiety that developed at your core. Dreading the moment that you would wake up, and have to get ready to leave for the Pizzaplex. 

 

Unfortunately for you, the moment couldn't come any sooner. Within the span of what felt like a few seconds, you were awoken by an alarm ringing throughout your house. You supposed that your father had set it for himself, just a few rooms down from yours, so that he would not be late for work. Though, he probably could turn up late. Who was gonna tell him off? He was the manager. He could just fire anyone who complains he turned up later than he was supposed to. 

Groaning, and rolling around in your bed, you heard a soft knock place on your door. Letting out a loud whine of annoyance, you heard the door-handle creak. Before the door swung open. "(Y/N)," Your father spoke. "It's time to get up, we're going to the Pizzaplex together. Remember?" You could just hear the grin in his voice as he spoke. He was very excited to have you come visit the Pizzaplex with him. You wondered if you would just be sitting there as he worked, or if you'd actually be able to go out and wander the place. You supposed there was only one way to find out. 

Mumbling out a short; "Give me a minute." Your father left the room. Slowly, yet groggily, you got out of your bed. Throwing the knotted, and mangled sheets to the side in a tiresome-fever. 

"I'm gonna fucking regret this." You grumbled to nobody, standing up and going to the outfit that you had graciously prepared for yourself the day beforehand. You thanked yourself for having some sort of common sense and preparing something the day before, because you knew very well that you would have been too lazy to pick out an actually decent outfit in the morning, and would have probably just turned up at the 'Plex in nothing but sweat-pants and a pyjama top. 

Which, in all honesty, wasn't a bad idea to your lazy-ass mind. 

 

Once you had gotten your outfit on, you picked up a small bag and put a few basic necessities into it. A phone, a portable charger, a snack and some money. It was really all you needed right? And then you headed downstairs in a flurry.

 

"Okay I'm awake now." You spoke, catching your father off guard as he made breakfast for the two of you. 

The poor man jumped at the sound of you, turning sharply with alarmed eyes, before relaxing once he saw that it was just you. "Oh! Hello (Y/N)." He smiled in your direction, watching you take a seat nearby. Before turning back to continue with what he was cooking. 

"Hello." You responded quickly. You lifted your arms in the air idly, stretching out your limbs, and clicking your bones back into place. "What time are we leaving to go to the Pizzaplex?" You questioned. In all honesty, the time you had taken to get ready was quicker than usual. Perhaps it was the nerves eating away at your brain, numbing all coherent thoughts and distractions. All you could think about was seeing those god-awful robots. 

You wondered... how tall would they be compared to you? Each one stood at around eight-foot, The Daycare attendant being a bit shorter at seven-foot. Poor old you only reached up to (Y/H). You wondered if they had changed at all since you last saw them. You were around seven the last time your father let you be near them, before he decided putting you into an ordinary Kindergarten may have been better than letting you roam the Pizzaplex without an adult. You knew that they had gotten rid of Bonnie, but you did not yet know who they replaced him with. In all honesty, you hadn't really bothered looking into articles regarding the Pizzaplex. To most, the atraction was wonderous and special, to you, it was an average experience. The fun is lost when you're there every day. 

"Around half an hour? Seeing as we're both ready." Your father replied, slapping down some breakfast into a plate, before handing it to you briskly. He smiled. "It'll give you time to freshen up, and give me time to get all the frost off of the car." He pointed in the direction of the vehicle with his thumb. Before retracting his hand, and sitting down not far from where you sat, to eat his own breakfast. You nodded in response to his request, before greedily devouring the food that you had been offered.

 

After that, you went and brushed your teeth, before freshening your face and hair up. You didn't wanna go to the Pizzaplex looking like an absolute Crackhead. There would probably be hundreds of people running about!

After you'd finished all that, you were ready to go. Plopping down into your fathers car, and waiting for him to finish pouring hot water over the iced surfaces. Eventually, your father did get into the vehicle, fumbling about with the keys for just a few seconds, before finally starting up the engine, and beginning the drive to the Pizzaplex. The place that you had absolutely dreaded your entire life. 

 

The drive was short, eventually you had arrived at the Pizzaplex, and, my lord, it was huge. Possibly bigger than what you had remembered. It wouldn't surprise you if you found out they had actually expanded the place. 

It looked like an odd mall from the outside. Neon lights beaming across the white, reflective walls. And a large logo placed atop of it. Advertising the one and only Mega Pizzaplex. It had some sort of 80's, mid-life-crisis theme going on. A nostalgic reference to the childhood of many adults that would be taking their child there.  

 

Swallowing thickly, you made a move to get out of the car. Closing the door behind you once you had fully stood up. Cold, winter air nipped at your cheeks and nose, dusting them a faint red. 

"You're going to really enjoy being here today," Your father spoke up, stretching out his limbs idly. "I just know it." He grinned at you, placing his hands on his hips, before turning away and walking towards the entrance. You followed behind with a small ounce of hesitation. Your steps slow, and ragged. 

"I do like it here, dad." You mumbled. "You've put a lot of effort into it, I can tell." Despite the horror you felt arriving at such a place, you knew how much it meant to your father that you were here. That you had finally decided to turn up, and view his work. Something that he had spent his whole life trying to perfect, and make his own. Though the 'Plex, and the animatronics themselves belonged to Fazbear Entertainment. You knew that everything within the Pizzaplex, and everything that made the 'Plex famous, was because of your father and his co-workers' hard, pain-striking effort. It would be plain disrespectful if you refused to come and visit it at least once. 

Your father hummed with acknowledgment, the smile which graced his lips not leaving once. He fumbled about with his keys for a brief moment, before finally tugging out the right one. Reaching down to the shutter that closed off any and all view into the inside, and inserting the key. Soon enough the shutters shot open, revealing a pristine glass door. The final obstacle from getting inside. Fortunately, this door didn't have a key lock. Just a simple twist to open the lock, that anyone could access. He twisted it to the side, and swung the pretty glass doors open gently, finally letting himself and his eldest into the 'Plex.

 

The liminal spacing between the entrance and the main atrium was abnormally large. A wide-spread space, enough for probably more than ten fully grown elephants to fit inside. Just as you entered the 'Plex, there was a row of ticket machines. Where you had to scan your ticket in order to be let in. There were also a few S.T.A.F.F. Bots roaming the area, a few cleaning up things left over from the previous day. Other S.T.A.F.F. Bots lingered about the ticket machines, ready to assist customers who wanted to enter the 'Plex. There was a large statue of Glamrock Freddy himself, holding a microphone placed right at the centre, and you wondered how much it must have cost to get it put there. Let alone made. There was enough space for a gift shop, and some sort of restaurant right before the entrance to the main atrium.  

"It's very.." You started to speak, lost for words as you observed the sheer size of the place. Your father looked at you proudly, hands on his hips as he observed his own marvellous work. "How-- how much did it cost to make all of this?!" You gasped, finally expelling a breath that you did not realise you were holding. Your eyes were wide as you turned back to your father, mouth agape. 

Your father chuckled, shaking his head in a dismissive manner. "Nothing out of budget, don't worry." You didn't doubt that your father earned a lot of money from his job as the manager of the place, but, you didn't think it was THAT much, especially with the majority of the money going to Fazbear Entertainment. "A lot of it was built over time. We didn't splash out on everything at the same time, which is why we were able to afford so much stuff."

You nodded your head at the answer that he had given you. You supposed it was a good enough reason. 

 

You and your father then proceeded to walk through the Mega Pizzaplex. He gave you a free map from one of the robots, so that you wouldn't get lost if you decided to explore later on, and showed you the whole place; From the large entrance, with the gift shop and small restaurant, the main atrium where the show stage had been placed - where all the animatronics would play for the crowd of kids, all of the areas that people would go during the day for entertainment, Roxy Raceway, FazerBlast, Monty's Gator Golf, Bonnie Bowling and Chica's Mazercise. You guessed that Monty was a newer animatronic than the rest, as you did not recall him in your memory from when you visited the Pizzaplex many years ago. You'd have to ask your father about it. He showed you the hall filled with memoirs from other locations that had been destroyed or shut down abruptly, the greenrooms, where the animatronics supposedly went to rest after shows, the Daycare, the arcade and finally, the corridors and rooms underneath the whole building which were only accessible via members of staff. Not the S.T.A.F.F. Bots, actual members of staff, real people. 

A sigh of relief escaped past your lips when you saw real people working within the underbelly of the 'Plex, maintenance workers, and people who would do routine check up on the animatronics to make sure that they are all functioning properly. It appeared as though in the upper parts of the Pizzaplex, there were little-to-no human workers, only Bots that would serve as your ordinary cashier or janitor. Whilst underground, where the customers wouldn't dare to look, actual, professional workers lingered about. Wiping grime off of their foreheads as they serviced all the different bots, and kept the whole place running from afar. There were certain rules in place for the people who worked there; in order to keep the magic and secrecy of the whole place alive, if they ever needed to go up top, they needed to wear casual, less work orientated clothing. To blend in with the large crowds of people. You found it quite interesting really, the lengths that they went to, in order to make everyone believe that the whole place was run by robots, and robots only. 

 

Sitting down in a seat, you watched as various different workers rushed about. A few, scribbling notes down at their desks or filing out various different sections of paperwork regarding the 'Plex and or the animatronics within the plex, whilst others were trying to fix certain mechanical parts. The smell of hot metal and oil hit your nostrils, making you grimace in disgust.

This was the main repair room, with a large tube like thing in the centre that the animatronics would enter to get fixed, and lots of little desks and control stations at the side. This is where the majority of the people worked. 

'It's very.. crowded in here.' You thought to yourself. 'For making something as delicate as an animatronic, they seem to be quite careless.' You watched as one worker accidentally spilt coffee over their uniform, clearly ditsy from lack of sleep. Your father stormed through the room with a haughty fever that you had not quite seen before, bossing people about and threatening to fire anyone who made the slightest mistake. The expression on his face was stern, he needed everything to be perfect, especially if one of his own was coming to see the place. He wanted to assure that you had a good time at the 'Plex, rather than spending the whole time hiding behind someone else. 

 

"Sir, ah! Sir, (F/N). Last night Monty broke his claws--"

"Again?!" Your father interrupted the poor woman who came to report the unfortunate news to him. 

"Ahaha, yes.. again. Well, you know how he is. He can't play the Bass guitar without them. Do you know where the spares are?"

Your father heaved a sigh of frustration, looking down at the worker with fury. "They should be out the back, where they always are. Hurry up and fix them! Guests are already arriving!" He pointed down to his watch, it was 10:00am. Around about the time where families began turning up to the Pizzaplex. The woman nodded her head right away, turning around and scurrying off to avoid any more scrutiny from the boss. 

 

You observed the woman leaving, feeling pity for her. Your father could be ruthless when he wanted to be. 

Turning to look at you, your father gave off a short smile. Quickly making his way over. "Oh yes!" He spoke. "Customers are beginning to arrive, I'll be a little busy from now til' one, so why don't you go out and explore the Pizzaplex on your own?" He suggested. You noted that it was rather busy down in the underbelly at the current moment. You guessed that it would be like that throughout the day, though, it would probably calm down after one - after the animatronics are all set and ready to perform, and guests have stopped coming in for the day. The rush hour was at twelve, so you guessed most people would be coming in by then. 

Thinking for a short moment, you nodded your head. Slowly getting up from the seat you sat at. "Yeah, okay.. I'll come back after the big performance." You spoke. Despite being afraid of the animatronics, you kind of wanted to see the show. To see how much it changed since you were little. The stage had gotten a lot bigger, and there was now a lot more space for people to sit, or stand and watch.

"Perfect." Your father replied, he rummaged around in his pocket for a moment, before pulling out a lanyard, with a small pass on it. "Here. You can be a VIP for the day. This will let you get into any attraction for free, and if you really want, you can use it to go backstage and meet the animatronics!" He grinned happily, holding the pass out for you to take. 

You took it gratefully, mumbling out a small thank you as you placed it around your neck. You probably weren't going to see the animatronics backstage. Seeing them afar was enough for you. But getting onto the rides for free sounded pretty fun. 

"They'll probably recognise you," Your father started. You perked your head up at his words. Curious to what he meant when he said that they would recognise you. His grin grew even wider at your interest; "They have facial recognition features now, it's so that they know if anyone has snuck into the 'Plex without paying or not. But, since you're my kid, and they've seen you before, they'll probably remember you." 

You shuddered at the thought. God, they were so lifelike. It made you want to puke. Your father saw your obvious discomfort in the idea that they could remember things. Quickly waving his hands in your direction frantically, so that you would not second guess yourself in coming here. 

"Don't worry! They're memories aren't that good, ahah, they are just robots after all." He tugged at the collar of his shirt. "They aren't sentient, and they won't hurt you.. just don't get too close to them." He rushed out the last part of his sentence, rather oddly at that. You quirked your brow at him before shrugging. Though he sounded like he was lying to himself, you believed him. It was easier for you to approach them, with the thought in mind that they were just robots. 

"Right, thank you dad. I'll see you later, okay?" You gave him a short smile, before quickly turning on your feet and leaving the area. Making your way to a staff elevator that would take you to one of the upper areas. Though the nerves in your stomach still ate away at you, you were pretty excited to explore the 'Plex. You hadn't been there for so long. And everything felt like a nostalgic daydream. It was going to be a fun day, to say the least. 

 

Who knew what the next agonising few months had...

 

 

Chapter 2: The awakening of fear.

Summary:

Finally meeting the robots you had been dreading to see, a new phobia rises.

Notes:

I would just like to warn you, I have no idea how to write B)
The characters may be ooc for a few scenes. Mostly because we don't really get to see them do anything in the game, so idrk how to write them ;3;
Freddy will be mostly in character

Key;
(Y/S) = Your subject, basically what your studying in college.

The Pizzaplex was huge. 

Larger than you had first imagined.

And well, exploring it took a while. You got lost the first half-an-hour you were there, then spent another trying to find your way out. Then you went exploring and ended up missing the first show...

 The whole day was a mess, in all honesty. Your distress towards the animatronics preventing you from actually doing what you promised your father would do; see them. No matter how hard you tried, you just couldn't. You seemed to spend most of the day wandering around the Fazcade, getting gifts from the prize counter, eating at all of the different allocated areas, and ducking out of sight if you saw one of the animatronics wandering about - which is something you learnt they'd do after shows in order to greet children and give out free gifts. Conveniently, you would get 'lost', right as a show was announced. And so as a result you wouldn't be able to go and see the show, too busy trying to find your way through the oh so large Pizzaplex. 

On your adventure, you learnt that the VIP Pass you had wrapped around your neck, was in high demand. Like, seriously high demand. You'd lost count of the times an excited parent marched their way over to you. A sly grin plastered across their face, as they proceeded to offer you various amounts of money to take it from you. You said no, of course. Whilst you agreed, the VIP passes were overpriced and you did feel bad for families without them, you had no other pass and losing this one confined you to the atrium.

 

After a long day of getting lost, fighting off patsy parents, avoiding animatronics and winning prizes, you plopped yourself down on a bench in the main atrium. Your brain had gone numb against the loud noises, and colours that had vigorously attacked your senses. Kids shrieking and yelling, mixed with music and neon lights did not compliment each other very well. In the end, it just gave you a headache... you wanted it to be over as soon as possible. 

Much to your relief, the loud music that had been playing over the main-stage speakers was cut off, replaced with a short static, before a voice began to speak through. Alerting the parents and children of an event they had been waiting for. 

'Dearest, and valued attendants, please make your way over to the main stage. Freddy and the gang will be out shortly, to perform their final performance for the day. You don't wanna miss it.' 

 

The voice was chipper, seemingly happy to announce that the show was going to begin shortly. Or, maybe the person speaking was just happy it was the final performance, and that they would be able to go home soon.

Wait, final performance?

 

Sitting up in your seat rather quickly, you glanced down at your phone. '5:45?' You yelled at yourself, 'Its been six hours!' You mentally slapped yourself for being so dumb. You'd practically wasted the entire day loitering about and avoiding the robots. Not to mention, you promised your father you'd be back to see him after you watched the first show... now it was the final show! 

Rising from your seat with mild panic, you decided to start making your way over to the main-stage. 'No more avoiding the shows, just watch it, and get it over with.' You joined the rest of the crowd that had gathered around the main-stage. Swallowing thickly, uneased by what was about to happen. It was idiotic, how afraid you were of these robots, how much you let the phobia control how you thought and acted.

Though you wished you could, nobody was able to control their phobias. And facing them was the best medicine! At least, you hoped. 

 

The buzz of excited chatter lingered over the area, halting to an abrupt stop when loud, upbeat music began playing over the stage speakers, a familiar tune that would forever be burnt into the back of your memory. Smoke blew over the whole crowd. The atriums central lights dimming as spot lights began to shine across the well kept stage. Slowly, the main attractions began to rise up from an area at the centre of the stage. You were a little taken aback by it, seeing as you had never really seen such a thing happen before within the place.

As the smoke cleared, the animatronics came into view; Glamrock Freddy, a large, orangish bear, grinning excitedly at the audience, microphone in hand as they prepared to entertain. Glamrock Chica, in all her pinkish-white glory, her tricky fingers lingering over the guitar that rested upon her knee. Roxanne Wolf grinned her usual, wide toothy grin at the crowd. She jerked forward slightly, leering out at the kids. A few children shrank back in fear of the greyish purple wolf. And finally, who you assumed was Montgomery Gator -- Bonnie's replacement, held a large Bass guitar in his hands, ready to play for all of the children in front of him. A toothy grin settled onto his snout, and with his new, shined claws he kept an upbeat tune upon the bass. 

You remember your father telling you about Monty a few years back; how excited he was that Fazbear Entertainment was letting him have yet another animatronic, and how it would bring more customers in. You never went to visit Montgomery though. So the two of you had not yet been introduced. You guessed that instead of building an entirely new animatronic to replace Bonnie with, they just pulled in an already built animatronic and gave it a few modifications. It was cheaper, and more effective. It would save them having to gather the parts to build a new animatronic, and would save them having to rebrand Bonnie's Bowling into something else entirely. 

 

As the robotic band began to play and entertain, you edged a tad closer to the stage. You wanted a clearer view of them. They were certainly uncanny alright, eerie, with the ability to recognise those in the crowd. Speaking, of recognition. It threw you off, as Freddy's head lifted up from his microphone, gazing across at the large crowd in which had gathered to watch him, and his friends play. The well-loved orange bear scanned over them all, to make sure that they were all supposed to be there - It was a security feature built in. If they scanned someone that had not payed to get in they would alert one of the security bots, and the intruder would be escorted out promptly - in a sudden movement, his scanning halted. Gaze resting on one specific person. You. A glint of recognition played across his face, before his smile grew even wider. Looking back into his eyes, you had certainly recognised him. Not that much had changed in the years you hadn't seen him. Aside from maybe having a few new parts - he still had that terrifying look to his dull, glass eyes. 

 

'What the fuck-' You thought to yourself, feeling a pit of unease forming in your stomach. You watched the animatronic bear snap his head back forward, and act as if he had not just stared straight into your soul. You took that as your chance to slip back just a bit. Ducking your head behind someone else so that he could not see you again. Maybe staying at the back was for the best.

 

You tried to calm your nerves down, to no avail. You just seemed to end up building more distress within yourself.

'It's fine,' You assured. 'As your father said; they're just robots. They're designed to do that.' the thought eased your mind just a bit.

In the corner of your eye, you saw a little girl, sat atop of her fathers shoulders. It was so that she could see the band properly in the mass of peoole. Bright neon lights reflected off of her face in the dimly lit room. Her eyes sparking with nothing but admiration as she stared at the main attraction; Glamrock Freddy.

Inspiration. Is what she saw. She wanted to be just like Glamrock Freddy when she grew up. It may have just been a dream - and it may never come true. But it was enough to get her through the tough years of childhood. It was all she needed. 

Poring over the little girl for a moment, you began to realise just why people loved the robots so much. Despite the 'Plexes bad reputation. And despite the whole company of Fazbear Entertainment themselves being a red flag. The adoration the kids had towards these robots was clear, and the nostalgia the parents felt coming to such an advanced version of the restaurant they probably attended themselves as kids was what brought people back to the dreaded place. 

 

Falling back from the crowd, you let yourself watch the whole show from afar. Back on the little bench that you had been sat on beforehand. It gave you a clear view of the stage - far enough away to see all four band members without anyone being in the way, but close enough so that nothing was too out of distance. The show went on for around thirty minutes, maybe more, before the band were lowered down on the stage - supposedly back where maintenance went on? Once again, the same loud voice could be heard through the loud static-filled speakers;

'That's all for today folks. Make sure you head to the gift-shop once before you leave, and don't forget to wave goodbye to the animatronics in their rooms on your way out. We hope you had a wonderful day at the Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex, and hope to see you again soon. Goodbye.'

 

You peered over at the dissipating crowd of people. Children were dragging their parents along toward the gift shop, begging to be able to buy merchandise of their favourite band member - which was most probably Freddy. Everyone loved Freddy. He was the main attraction, the main star. Whilst they could replace the other animatronics, they could never replace Freddy. He was loved in the hearts of both the kids and adults.

 

You looked down at your phone once again to check the time;. 'Dad is probably going to be angry that I didn't come back.' You told yourself. 'I guess there's only one way to know.' Slowly, but surely, you made your way over to one of the staff doors tucked away from public view. The metal slab shot open immediately the moment you stood near it, shocking you quite a bit. It must have recognised you - a feature you found a lot of the doors within the place had. You didn't think the question the dynamics of the door as you hurried inside, not wanting to get caught in the middle of it slamming shut. Getting flattened by a door on your first day back was not something you wished to experience. 

 

Soon enough you found yourself wandering through the staff tunnels, which in truth, were barely functional. Just a maze of loose metal stairs, paths, wiring and boxes. The walls had not been painted, the bare grey underneath on show, with dents and marks from where forklifts would get caught against them. The floor had been littered with animatronic parts, crates, and boxes, which was hard enough to get past when you didn't have a proper agenda going on. You couldn't bare to imagine what it would be like to get chased through these corridors - so many obstacles and things in the way. You would certainly get caught. The maps available to the public didn't have the staff routes on them either. You were completely on your own in finding where you were meant to be. Though you supposed taking a small wander wouldn't hurt, you could just ask a member of staff when you saw one!

If, you saw one. 

The place was completely desolate. 

Every so often a S.T.A.F.F. Bot would whir past you, but they would go too fast, and you wouldn't be able to catch them in time to ask them where you were. You knew that you were in a human staff area, as there were posters on the walls stating basic rules, and safety precautions. Why would they need those if there weren't humans in the area? It's not like robots needed to learn things, they just had it programmed into them.

 

Finding yourself down a winding tunnel of wires and bins, you took note of the empty pizza boxes that seemed to litter the floor, along with other various bits of rubbish. The tunnel was long, and, the further you walked through it the more the litter increased. Almost as if something had gone through and completely ravaged the area. 

 

 

You heard a noise.

 

Freezing on the spot, fear overran your system.

Legs begging to shake, as you tried with all your strength to stop them from buckling underneath you.

There was shuffling, followed by the sound of metal clanking against metal. The silence was deadly, now that you had stopped walking, and you could heard your own heart thump against your chest. There it was again, the shuffling sound.

It sounded as if someone was rummaging through something. 

 

A glint of hope shot through your expression, standing up straight. 'A staff member!' You thought to yourself, grinning with triumph as you began walking forward once again. 

 

 

"Uhm! Hello!" You called out, a nervous waver still evident in your voice as you tried to catch the attention of the supposed worker nearby. "I'm lost, could you maybe help me? I need to get down to parts and service." You stopped in front of a door, the door where the noises were coming from. You stayed silent for a moment, listening carefully to try and hear any more sounds. Gentle thumping.. as if... something heavy was walking? It was definitely inside the room, that's all you really knew. 

Wrapping your fingers against the cold, metal door handle, you gently twisted and pushed. The door opened with a loud whine of protest, creaking as if it needed a good oiling. You peered into the room cautiously, curious as to the whereabouts of this supposed worker.

Nobody was there.

 

Your blood ran cold. 

 

"Hello..? Is anyone in here?" The thumping in your chest only increased, sudden anxiety rising in the pit of your stomach now that you had realised there was no actual member of staff in the area. "What was that sound.." You whispered, your voice barely audible.

You took a few curious steps into the room, toward what you assumed had been the source of the noise.

There was a garbage disposal bin. It had been completely turned over. Its insides ravaged, pizza boxes left empty, wrappers half bitten into. "Huh?"

 

Suddenly, two extremely cold, and metallic arms wrapped around your torso.

You shrieked at the sensation, wriggling in the grasp of whatever had grabbed you, eyes clamping shut with pure dread.

This was it, you were going to die.

You knew you shouldn't have come to the Pizzaplex.

T he place was accident prone.

 

You were lifted off of the ground completely, and embraced by the cold object. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Oh my gosh!" The creature yelled out with adoration, "I haven't seen you since you were little! Look at how grown you are!" 

 

That voice.

 

 

That voice.

 

 

 

You knew that voice anywhere. 

 

 

Slowly but surely, you opened your eyes, turning to look at the creature embracing you.

"C--Chica," You started, giving off a nervous smile.

She hadn't changed at all. She was still horrifying.

 

"You remember me!!" She gave off a girlish giggle, dropping you down to the floor harshly - though you were sure she didn't realise just how hard she dropped you. "And you even remember our little game!"

You winced against the floor, winded from the sudden hit. "Our game?" You peered up at the animatronic, blood running cold at the sight of her. She stood tall, leered over in a weak attempt at making herself of an equal height. Her metallic beak clamped shut, the corners a plasticy silicon, designed to blend into the smooth gloss finish. The purpose of the silicon was so that the edges of her bean could curve into a smile. Paired with her almost too life-like glass eyes, you were sure you'd gone to hell.

You wanted to be sick.

She was so tall. Her yellow beak, coated with pink lipstick, shifted into a grin. She kicked her legs against the ground gleefully.

"Y'know! You run and scream, and I chase you! It was so fun! We used to play it all the time!" 

 

You shuffled away from her, still on the ground. 'Of course,' You thought to yourself. 'No wonder she never left you alone, she thought you were just playing some dumb game.' Reaching out to the tossed over garbage disposal bin, you lifted yourself up off of the ground, using it as an aid in stance. Your legs were still wobbly from the fright you had just endured. Scratch that, you were still terrified. But, at least now that you were essentially an adult, you knew how to handle it in better ways than screaming and sobbing uncontrollably. Chica leaned over towards you, recognition filling her blue glass eyes.

"Right." You spoke. "I'm not really into those games anymore, haha."

Chica seemed to lean back into her normal stance at your words. A little disappointed. But, she didn't let it ruin her mood. "Oh! That's fine!" Chica paused for a moment, cocking her head to the side. "I didn't really believe Freddy when he said you were back. But now I've seen you! Oh! Oh! We should tell the others!" Her grin returned, excitement filling her every sense as she bobbed up and down on her heels. 

"We don't have to--" You tried to dissuade Chica from taking you to the others, however, it was clear that she had already made up her mind. And as soon as you had settled on your own feet, you were being grabbed and taken once again.

"No we have to!" She chirruped out a response. "Roxy and Freddy will be so happy to see you again!" 

"Well," You grumbled, getting rather frustrated at the bubbly chicken. "I can walk myself.." 

Glamrock Chica giggled, "Enjoy the ride, silly!" 

 

She lifted you up higher in her arms, running forward with the widest smile on her face an animatronic could muster.

You bit your own tongue to hold back bile, clutching onto the bird for dear life and closing your eyes. Fazbear Entertainment had no right to make the animatronics that tall - ESPECIALLY, if they were entertaining kids. Kids that were like, four feet tall. 

 

After a little while of running, Chica came to a halt. You let out a breath of relief at the feeling, no longer having to hold back the sick that threatened to spill. Still clutching you in her arms, Glamrock Chica leaned forward, knocking on the door in front of her. Once your eyes had opened, you observed the area around you; it wasn't that different from the staff halls that you had just been in. Except, this was more of a small backroom. Cardboard boxes littering the floor, the walls dull and dark, barely painted. Wiring had been left exposed, dragging across the floor and across walls. It was probably a major health hazard. 

"Roxy!" Chica yelled out, knocking on the door for a second time. "Let me in I have something I wanna show you!" The chicken let out a huff, clutching you tighter in her arms. 

You winced, she was practically breaking your ribs. You wondered to yourself, if you didn't die from terror, you'd probably be squished to death by this goddamn animatronic. "Chica.." You grumbled, Chica let out a hum of acknowledgment, her glowing blue eyes peering down to look at you. "I can stand on my own.."

She giggled in response to what you had said, her grip on you loosening just a bit, but not enough to let you go. "I know! Buuuut, I wont let you." She grinned evilly. Snickering to herself. She thought she was funny. You did not. Frowning to yourself, you wriggled a bit, a meek attempt to try and free yourself of her grasp. But of course, she was a lot stronger than you. And you would not be let go so easily. 

"Roxy come on!" Chica spoke again, sounding more agitated this time. "I promise I wont make you eat trash this time-" 

The door to Roxanne's room opened, revealing a rather peeved off wolf. Her eyebrows were dipped down in an expression of anger, arms crossed over her chest.

Despite being animatronics, they were very... expressive.

You pondered to yourself just how realistic they were. 

"You better not--" Roxy went to speak, however, she was cut short when she noticed the thing clutched in Chica's arms. "Huh,"

"Do you not recognise them?" Chica beamed, finally, she let you down. Allowing you to stand for yourself. 

Roxy stood back for a moment, her eyes trailing up and down your body - she was scanning you. You knew that. But you couldn't help but feel like she was scrutinising you, judging you from afar. 

After a moment, Roxanne's eyes lit up, her mouth clipping open with a gasp of recognition. "Oh yeah! You're the managers kid aren't you." She leaned down to get a closer look at you, before humming, and leaning back. 

"I'm not really a kid anymore, but, yeah. The manager is my father." 

 

You never really tried getting close to the animatronics in your childhood. It made sense that it took a moment for Roxy to remember you. Whilst Glamrock Freddy and Chica made an effort to try and take care of you, Roxy just never got that close. Which was something you were thankful for, as, she was quite frankly horrifying. With those sharp teeth and claws, having her near you would have been a literal nightmare. 

 

"They've come back because-" Chica paused for a moment, her beak still open as she thought.

"Wait, why are you back?" Suddenly, both pairs of eyes were on you, expectantly waiting for you to explain.

 

"I, uhm.. I went to college, and now I'm back. So, I came here with my dad." It seemed to be a good enough reason for the two, as they both returned back to looking at each other. 

"Yeah!" Chica cheered on. 

Roxy rolled her eyes at her friends enthusiasm. Chica always had been the most passionate out of the group. Freddy cutting in at a close second. 

 

"You should really be bothering 'Fred about this. You know he was the closest with them." 

Quirking your brow at Roxy's words, you began to question what she meant by that. You didn't think you were that close to any of them as kids, all of your memories included being absolutely petrified of them. 

But then, as you thought about it further. Maybe to them you were very close. You'd hide under tables and inside random objects to try and escape them, but they always tried to hunt you down afterward. Maybe, it was just a fun game of hide and seek to them. Running and screaming as they chased you? Just a cute game of scream tag. 

Every memory you had of being afraid of them. Was something fun and friendly in their heads. 

It all made sense to why you never got a break from them as a kid.

 

"Oh my gosh your right Roxy!" Chica exclaimed, suddenly standing straight. She grabbed you by the hand and grinned. "Freddy saw you earlier! I'm sure he'll be happy that you're visiting." 

Before you could even question what the chicken was doing, you were being dragged along to the next room over. Roxanne peered back into her own room, lingering for a moment before scoffing, and deciding she was going to follow you and Chica. It would be a bit more fun than doing nothing all night long. 

It only took a moment to get to Freddy's room, since all the rooms had been grouped together. Once outside the door to the room Chica began to bang on the door rather harshly. A sad excuse of a knock as excitement began to her demeanour. 

"Freddy!" She chirped, "You in there? Open up!" She went to bang on the door again, however, halted her movements sharply once the door slipped open, presenting the one and only Glamrock Freddy stood before her.

"Chica," He started, his tone much calmer in contrast to the snarky tone Roxy had, and the excitement Chica had. "You do not need to be so harsh, I'm not going anywhere." 

Chica chuckled sheepishly, kicking her foot against the ground.

"Sorry, aha, I got excited. Look who I brought!" Nudging you forward, the bird grinned. You looked up to Chica, before trailing your eyes back over to Freddy. Gulping at the sight of the large bear, who, in return, beamed down at you. His deep-set glowing eyes did not falter once as they gazed down, nothing but content filling them. 

"Oh yes," He started. "It's (Y/N). I saw you earlier during the show. I was wondering when you would visit." His ears wiggled with joy. A feature most found adorable.

You offered the orange bear a sheepish smile. Timid. "Yeah.. I got lost when trying to find my dad, and, uhm, Chica found me." You looked over to Glamrock Chica, who placed her hands on her hips proudly. Lifting her stance up, she chorused out a little 'yeah!' In response to what you had said. Acting as if she had not just changed the course of your entire night. You could have been with your dad at that moment, watching over as he tended to other matters around the 'Plex. Though, you supposed you also had yourself to blame for that. Perhaps if you had attended the first show and returned to your father before the Pizzaplex closed you would not be in this situation. 

"Chica wanted me to catch up with you guys... since we haven't seen each other in a long time." 

Freddy seemed to light up at the suggestion, stepping to the side so that you could enter his green-room. Which was not green at all, despite the name. In fact, it was blindingly marigold. The same colour as Freddy himself.

Stepping inside the room at his command, you took note of the inside décor. The walls being a bright red, plastered to the brim with posters of himself and neon blue lightning bolts. On one wall, there was a yellow and purple neon light of his own face. To the right of the door you had entered there was a large vanity, supposedly so that he could look at himself before or after shows. On the desk of the vanity, papers, notes and empty cans of fizzyfaz littered the area. Could animatronics drink fizzyfaz? You decided to let that question be. To the left of the entrance you had took, there was a small arcade machine. Next to that was a small red sofa, enough for really only two to sit on. However, accessing it would be hard as the top was absolutely covered in Glamrock Freddy plushies. A few plushies were sprawled over the floor, along with an orange bowling ball which had been hidden under a pizza box. A few balloons had been placed in the corner, supposedly taken from birthday parties. Overall, the room was okay. A bit cluttered, but you didn't mind. 

"Hold on a minute," Freddy mumbled, walking over to the couch which had been dressed head to toe, before shoving a few of the plushies off, and making space for people to sit. He positioned himself to sit on the couch, before patting the seat next to him for you to sit down. "I apologise for the mess, I did not expect many people to be visiting. In fact, nobody has really visited for years." 

 

The thought made you a little sad, if you were being honest. Nobody ever bothered visiting or chatting to the animatronics, because well, they were robots. You knew it was dumb to pity them. But you did. It was a silly part of human nature, to pity things that could not feel the same enotions as they could. You doubted Freddy really felt lonely. He was a robot. You were being dumb again.

There was an oddly awkward air to the visit. Like visiting a friend you hadn't spoken to in years,;

Hesitantly, you made your way over to the couch and sat next to Glamrock Freddy. Chica and Roxy following close behind. Of course, since the couch was so small they could not sit on it. However, the two girls happily sat on the floor. Glamrock Chica pulling her knees up to her chest and resting her head on her arms, whilst Roxanne leant against the couch, legs loosely crossed, pushing her weight back onto her hands. 

"It's okay," You spoke, a meek smile spreading across your lips. An attempt to humble the phobia growing within you. "I can't judge that much, aha."

"Yeah, none of us can really say anything. It's not like we ever do any cleaning." Roxy let out a gruff laugh. Grinning toothily. 

 

There was a brief silence, before Chica leaned forward, the permanent grin placed on her beak only widening as she stared at you. "Tell us about your college!" She verbalised her excitement with a little squawk. She moved her knees from her chest so that she could place her hands on the ground and rest on them.

You leaned back a tad, chuckling nervously. They were pretty curious. Programmed to have in depth conversations  - you supposed it was in their nature to ask questions. "Well, uh, I'm studying (Y/S). It's.. pretty easy? I guess I know a lot about it, so I'm good at it." You shrugged your shoulders nonchalantly. Head hung low, as you tried to avoid eye contact with the seven-foot beasts around you. "The exams are going well I suppose." 

It was silent around you, mustering up the courage to lift your head up, you gazed at the animatronics. They seemed a bit confused. 

Freddy was the first to speak up about this confusion. "What.. what are exams?" He questioned. He knew what a college was, he wasn't that dumb. But, he didn't get out much. In fact, he'd never left the Pizzaplex at all. He got to peek out an open door once, and see the dirtied, grimy alleyway to the side of the Pizzaplex. But, regarding the outside world that was the most he had ever seen. He didn't know much regarding how the outside world worked. He knew what colleges and schools were, the kids would talk about it to him all the time. But he didn't really know what they looked like, how they worked, and who ran them. 

"Oh," You let out a noise of realisation. 'Of course.' You thought. 'They're robots.' You shuffled about within your seat, crossing your legs loosely. "Well, exams are kind of like a final test. They will ask questions about the things you've been learning across the year, and, if you've actually been making an effort to learn the things you'll pass them and get the qualification you need. If you don't you'll either have to look for an easier course, or redo them." 

The animatronics let out their own little 'Oh's and 'Ah's in response. Finally realising what you meant. 

"Well in that case then," Freddy started again, his large hand reached over and gave you a pat on the back. Accidentally pushing you forward just a bit, with the sheer strength built into the animatronics. "Well done Superstar! It must have taken a lot to learn everything, and pass them. I'm proud of you."

Chica sat up in her spot abruptly, nodding her head along with her co-worker. "Yeah! Way to go, I know I could never." She giggled. "I forget things so quickly!"

Roxy chuckled. "Yeah, I should know." She rolled her eyes playfully at her best friend who huffed in anger. "I bet I could pass them in five minutes, without learning anything." She scoffed with arrogance, lifting her snout up fancily. 

You cocked your head at her, an involuntary smile pulling across your lips. For a moment, just a moment, you forgot that you were horrified of the animatronics. Giving in to their senseless banter, and letting a small, genuine, laugh out. "Oh, Roxanne I really wish that were the case." You shook your head dismissively. Roxy snapped her jaw shut, crossing her arms over her chest. 

"I can! I will! Just.. give me a heads up on what the topic is." She shot her head to look away. 

Glamrock Freddy and Chica laughed at their friends response to what you had said. Knowing that Roxy was not everything she made herself out to be. 

 

"So.." You started, biting your cheek as you thought. "What have you been up to. Has.. anything new happened within the 'Plex?" Maybe it was insulting to ask that question. You wondered. If you were forced to do the same things day in, day out, you'd be offended if someone asked you that. But... they weren't real. You reminded yourself. They were robots. You were chatting to three robots. 

It was worrying that you had to keep reminding yourself that. They were so convincing. It's almost is if, they were real.

The three thought for a moment. They thought very hard about what might have happened in the time that you had been away -- which was a long time. Seeing as you stopped coming to the place at the ripe age of eight. And now you were a young adult. 

"They built that new DJ!" Glamrock Chica pointed out, raising her index finger at the occasion. 

"Oh yeah, that guy." Roxy added on, she cocked her head to the side. "I don't get what the appeal is.. he's big, he's clunky, and doesn't ever speak." She shifted position on the floor. Now she was the one with her knees at her chest, leaning her head back against the couch that you and Freddy were sat atop of. 

Freddy shook his head at Roxy's comment, disagreeing with her opinion. "I think the DJ is a wonderful fella. You oughta meet him (Y/N), he's not very talkative, but he clicks with anyone!"

"Not me." Roxy chipped in, giving Freddy a toothy grin. Freddy furrowed his brow at Roxy, before quickly returning to look at you, smile evident once again. 

You peered at the two curiously, before nodding your head at Glamrock Freddy. "I'll check him out," You responded. "I'm not that sociable myself, so, I'm sure we'll get along." 

Freddy seemed pleased at your words. "Wonderful! Oh, what else has happened in the time you've been away."

 

"They introduced Monty." Roxy looked back over at you, "Montgomery Gator, you probably saw him earlier." You looked back at Roxy, nodding your head slowly. You had in fact saw Monty earlier. 

"Oh yes, err.." Freddy went quiet for a moment, his ears lowering slowly. Something was upsetting him, that was clear. "You may have noticed Bonnie is not with us anymore." 

Brows furrowing in pity, you realised, losing Bonnie was like losing a family member to them. They'd had him since the start... "Oh.. yeah, I'm sorry-"

"Don't be." Chica cut in, her smile still lingering. Albeit, less joyous than what it had been a few minutes ago. Roxy scoffed at the twos reactions, going quiet and looking to the side. "It's not your fault he's not here hon." Her head tilted to the side, "Besides, now we have Monty! And, Monty is great." 

Glamrock Freddy nodded along with what his friend had said. "Yes, we have Montgomery now. Monty replaced-"

"He didn't 'replace' Bonnie!" Roxy snarled out, her demeanour changing, she snarled with sharp rowed teeth out to see. You stiffened up in your seat, edging away from the scary wolf. She took note of your fear, ears going down involuntarily. "He's not Bonnie's replacement. He's just... where Bonnie used to be or something." She turned her head away once again, looking down to the floor. Her yellow glass-eyes were filled with nothing but sorrow. 

Freddy nodded his head meekly. "Yes, sorry." He chuckled. "Monty now plays the Bass in our band, he is very good I must admit." Freddy chuckled awkwardly. The tension in the room only growing as the after-chat-silence lingered in the air.

 

Replacement was always a sore topic for Roxy. As, in technicality, she was a replacement for Glamrock Foxy. Who served in the Pizzaplex for a very short time before getting scrapped and replaced with the now known and loved Roxanne Wolf. You'd never met Foxy, he was gone long before you'd ever visited the 'Plex. However, you knew about him from your father, who, when you were younger, would often leak secret information to you. Not realising that at the age of four you could actually understand and remember things. Though just barely. 

You assumed that she didn't like the term 'replaced' very well, as, she was considered the replacement for Glamrock Foxy. It was a burden she had to carry at all times. Living up to his name, and being equally as good as he was. Perhaps she didn't want Monty to experience the same treatment that she did. 

 

"I haven't met Montgomery yet." You spoke, breaking the silence. "Is he nice?"

Chica nodded her head at your words. "Monty is very nice! I'm sure he'd love to see you." 

Roxy also nodded, looking back over to you. Her smile had turned soft, however, not a good kind of soft. More so a weary kind of soft. As if she was letting her emotions get the better of her. It seemed odd to see the animatronics in such a state, riddled with sorrow. It left you to wonder if perhaps there was more to them than let on.

Freddy perked his head up, nodding along with what Chica was saying. "I suppose we could introduce you both," He started. "Montgomery normally hangs around the Gator Golf area after hours. We could go pay him a visit!" Glamrock Freddy's ears wiggled. He seemed excited once again, to introduce you to his friend. 

With resistance, you looked down at your phone to check the time. 'Eight thirty..' You reminded yourself. 'No texts from dad yet, despite not seeing him all day.' You rolled your eyes before putting the phone back in your pocket. What a loving father you had. Too distracted to worry about you. You could be dead for all he knew! 

Slowly getting up from your seat on the couch, you mustered up a few words. "Sure.. take me to him." Chica hopped up immediately, taking your hand in hers and dragging you out of the room quickly. Followed by Freddy and Roxy who didn't quite seem to match Chica's excited speed. 

 

The trek to get to Monty's Gator Golf was longer than expected, despite Chica's fast pace in getting you there. You had to get out of the green rooms, find the main entrance, then get all the way through the main entrance without disturbing any of the S.T.A.F.F. Bots from their work, as you found they were extremely sensitive when they were disturbed. Then, once you had made it all the way across the main entrance, you ran into an obstacle.. which was that not all of you could fit into an elevator. There was enough for one animatronic and you, but no more than one animatronic at a time. Which meant that one of the animatronics had to go in the elevator with you, whilst the other two took the stairs. Freddy suggested that they all take the stairs so that they could stick together, however, Chica had already rammed herself and you into the elevator, and pressed the button before anyone could make a compromise. Roxy and Freddy ended up taking the stairs. Then, you needed to navigate across the main atrium, make your way up several flights of stairs as the escalators had been turned off. And then, finally, after what seemed like hours of searching - though in reality was only about twenty minutes, you were stood outside the one and only Gator Golf. Where Freddy was sure Monty spent his nights. 

As you and the animatronics entered the Golfing area, a voice rang out through the stadium; 'Welcome to Monty's Gator Golf, Home of the Hurricane Hole in one! We're currently closed for the night. Come back soon!' You assumed it was Montgomery's voice, the Cajun accent fit his character.

You jumped in shock as a loud snapping noise suddenly sounded through the area, followed by yet another, and then another. The noises just seemed to repeat. Freddy placed a hand on your back reassuringly, pointing over to two large alligator heads, snapping up and down. They were the obstacles for one of the mini-golf courses. Your nose scrunched up.

Why were those still activated, at night? 

Brushing off your thoughts, you continued to walk along side your newly acquainted animatronic friends. 

 

Glamrock Chica bounded forward happily, her arms bouncing up and down at her sides. "Monty!" She called out, her voice high and happy. "Montgomery! We have something to show you!!" 

She continued to skip around the area, peeking behind corners. A few moments passed by, before a tall figure jumped off of the catwalks above; landing straight on his feet in front of the group. 

A small grunt left the gators throat, "What?" Was all he responded with. Clearly disinterested to what the ditsy chicken wanted to show him. He didn't like it when people came to The Gator Golf, especially when he was there at night.

 

"Right!" Chica exclaimed, she waddled back over to your side pretty quickly. Encasing your hand in hers once again. "This is (Y/N)! Their the managers kid." She pushed you forward just a bit so that Monty could see you. You gave off a huff at being called a kid, you were an adult now! 

Glamrock Freddy stepped forward, coughing into his palm before he spoke. "We've all met them before, but, you haven't. So we thought we'd introduce you." 

"(Y/N)," Freddy looked back down at you, who squirmed on the spot. Regretting your decision to come with the animatronics. You should have just told them you needed to go, and left. "This is Monty. The newest animatronic. I think you'll both get along well." 

Glancing up at Montgomery, you swallowed thickly. He was so menacing! Slowly dipping his glasses down to reveal red glass eyes, filled with nothing but feigned interest. 

"Uhm.. hello Montgomery!" You chirruped, trying your hardest to keep your body from shaking. You hated yourself, you really did. If Freddy, Roxy and Chica had done anything for your phobia Monty definitely did. He could tell you were afraid too.

"It's nice to finally meet you." 

Watching over your stature, the way you tried to tuck yourself back. To keep yourself hidden. It was pathetic, and he hated it. Most adult humans were the same. Sneering at his friends, he turned his back to them. 

"Yeah, yeah, just call me Monty." He began taking steps away from the group. "It's nice to meet you too, and all that stuff... can you leave now?" His words grunted out angrily. He'd been disturbed, and he didn't take well to that. 

Glamrock Chica frowned. "Hey! Be nice Monty!" 

Monty looked down at the group with his arms crossed. He didn't like humans, specifically adults - he never had. They didn't think about, or care for the robots. So why should he give a rats ass about them? He'd curse them out if he was able to. 

Sneering at you, Montgomery turned away. "You know I don't like people." His words were harsh, hissed out with anger. "There really wasn't a point trying to show them to me." 

Freddy opened his mouth to say something. However, before he could defend you, a chime went off from your phone. Alerting you that someone had messaged you. 

'About time.' You thought, rather angry that who you assumed was your father hadn't messaged you sooner. Peering down at your phone, your assumptions were deemed correct, as your fathers name popped up with a small message underneath. 'Hey Goofball. I'm done fr the day, if u r ready meet me @ the entrance. I hope u had fun 2day xx' 

You quickly responded by telling him you would be on your way, before putting your phone back in your pocket. Looking up at the animatronics meekly, you frowned. Pretending as if you weren't over the moon with the fact that you'd be able to leave them. 

"Sorry, that was my dad.. I need to go." Glamrock Chica whined loudly in protest, grabbing at your shoulders to try and make you stay. You slipped back, out of her grasp. "It was nice seeing you all, um.. I'll see you around I guess." Waving goodbye to all of the animatronics you made your way out of Monty's Gator Golf. Finding your way back to the main entrance pretty quickly. 

You hoped to any God out there that you wouldn't have to come back to that awful place. 

 

 

Glamrock Chica frowned, turning back around to face Monty. "That wasn't very nice of you!" But he was gone, probably back to walk along the catwalks above the golf area. Which is what he seemed to do most nights. 

"Leave it, Chica, you know how he is." Freddy spoke up, shaking his head slowly. "He'll come around. It won't take him very long. He's just angry at the moment." The orange bear turned to walk out of the golf area and back into the main atrium. 

"At the moment?" Roxy commented, following Freddy out. Chica skipped along beside her gingerly. "He's always like this." 

 

The three animatronics made their way out, and went onto their own separate paths. Glamrock Chica, heading back to the kitchen where she could eat garbage. Roxanne heading over to her room so that she gawk over herself. And Glamrock Freddy, deciding he would wander the general area. Lost in what he should do.

Everything was as it seemed. For now. 

 

Notes:

If im gonna be honest I had no idea what to write this chapter, which is why it was pretty short compared to what I'd normally write. hopefully once everyone is well acquainted and such the story will be a bit smoother :)

Thanks for reading!

Chapter 3: Humbled by an alligator, and greeted by the Sun.

Summary:

After failing to spend more time with your father, you meet the angry gator known as Montgomery for the second time. Not only does he make fun of you for how absolutely shit you are at golf, but he also takes note of how afraid you are of him. He expresses his hatred for humans and decide you wanted to keep your distance from Monty.

You meet The Daycare attendant, Sun, after some unfortunate circumstances.

Notes:

Do I know what I'm doing? No. Am I going to keep writing? Yes.
I have a basic plot in mind, I just have absolutely no idea how to execute it into writing.

I'm going to warn you, there is a lot of mini-golf slander in this chapter

Key;
(E/C) = Eye colour

 

You let out a short breath, hands steady as you gripped the metal pole tight. It was nerve wracking, and tense. Your heart thumping gently whilst you made the right call. Was there a specific strategy you needed to follow? No, there shouldn't be. It was random, after all. Within just a moment of preparing, you lifted the metal club up in your hand, and shot it back down, whacking the small white ball away from you rather harshly. 

It rolled through the course quickly, hitting walls and bouncing toward the hole. Your eyes widened, was this it? Were you going to win? Clenching your jaw you waited, staring off at the ball intently. 

It rolled toward the hole, 'So close!' You thought, gripping the club tight. It rolled past, coming to an official halt just past where you wanted it to be - which was in the hole. 

 

 

Playing golf was hard. 

 

Your father looked at you with a bright grin, "You almost did it!" He exclaimed. You weren't amused. "I'm sure you'll get it next time, (Y/N). You're already better than I am." He chuckled quaintly, before picking up his own golf club, walking forward with precision, before placing his own ball down to the ground. He steadied himself, cracking his fingers, bending his knees. Slowly, very slowly, positioning his club where it needed to be, and finally hitting. The ball went exactly where he needed it to go, bounding up the small AstroTurf hill, hitting the wall - which would direction it around the corner, it rolled past the hole however, having the audacity to hit your ball! It pushed yours further away from the hole and redirecting his into the hole. You grunted at the sight, clearly angry that he had won. 

You weren't the competitive type, per-se, you just didn't like losing. Especially when the winner was your father, a little bitch who made it out as if it was nothing.

"Yes!" He exclaimed, "I got it in, did you see." He pointed toward the hole, tottering over with glee. You rolled your eyes at the action, following behind just to see where your ball had gone. 

It wasn't far from the hole, one little hit and you'd get it right in. 

"What does that make it? Seven to three? Wow! I'm on a roll!" Your dad seemed pleased with himself for winning. Dancing a little victory dance not far from where you were now preparing to hit your ball. "If you want, I can buy you something from the prize counter with the tickets I earn!" The joyous man laughed happily. 

You shook your head. "No, no. I'm sure I can win enough! Just watch me!" Concentrating on the ball in front of you, you hit it. This time with less velocity and precision, and more so, hope that all it needed was a little push. Much to your dismay, the ball simply rolled over the hole. Using your dads ball as an aid in escaping its fate. You frowned, arms going limp at your sides. You really had hope for this. 

 

This was shit, and in truth, you had no real idea why you had suggested spending the morning at Monty Golf. When your father had proposed the idea of going to an atraction he had expected you to pick Bowling, or perhaps the Arcade. Yet, after the experience yesterday with Montgomery, you had been left curious as to the nature of the deadly robot, and for some strange reason, we're oddly attracted to the idea of coming back to Monty Golf. Such a decision resulting in your current state.

What was the point in golf anyways? You hit a ball, ball goes in hole, you win? Was there a strategy? Not that you knew of. You just slap it and hope for the best. Why was luck so against you? Why did the golf Gods favour your father over you? You were wonderful. 

You threw the golf club at the floor, huffing with frustration. "How do you do it?!" You asked, begging to be told the secrets of golf. You were horrible at sports, you always had been. In school, as a kid, you'd slink away from gym lessons. Always coming up with some new and odd excuse to not do it. 'Sorry sir, I hurt my knee...', 'Sorry miss, I've got an infection!', 'Sorry Mx, my headaches are getting worse...'. It was never your cup of tea. It was more so for the sociable people, who knew each other well and knew the sport well. You just couldn't grasp it. And the same went for golf. 

Was golf even a sport? Hell if you knew. 

Your father shrugged his shoulders, looking down at his phone with pursed lips. "I'm not sure.." He mumbled, trailing his eyes back up to you sadly. "Sorry Goofball. I have to go, there's an emergency with the Daycare attendant. The parents are requesting to see me, I've 'gotta dash." Your dad took a few steps back, yet halted the moment he saw sorrow etch deep into your features. Guilt wracked his chest. 

"Do.. you really have to go?" You mumbled, suddenly getting rather sad that he was leaving. As much as you hated playing golf, it was something to do with your dad. Even though you were losing, you were losing to your dad. Which was something you could live with. 

Your father seemed guilty, tensing up, before looking back down at his phone. His workers were panicking, it seemed that whatever had happened was pretty serious. "Look.. I'll be back as soon as possible! If I'm not back in say, an hour, come down and look for me and I'll come right back up here and play with you again. Okay?"

You sighed, shoulders drooping in a depressing manner. "Okay.. I guess, you are the manager. I shouldn't stop you from doing your job." 

Your dad smiled, shuffling back over to you and giving a chaste kiss to your head. He handed you his golf club, before a grin erupted on his face again. "Keep practicing whilst I'm gone alright? Maybe you'll be better than me!" You doubted that, nonetheless, you offered your father a small smile. His beam widened, and he turned away. Waving you off happily as he went away to do his job. 

 

Though you let him go, it still upset you. Depressively bending down to pick up your golf club, you felt sorrow well up in your chest.

You'd come home just for him! You came home, to spend time with him. But, in just two days it already seemed as if he wanted nothing to do with you. Now, you knew that wasn't the case. But it still hurt. Last night after the long drive home he practically threw himself into bed. Not bothering to watch a film with you, or chat with you at all. In the morning, he woke you up, and insisted that you come back to the Pizzaplex. He insisted he'd spend time with you!

But here you were, standing on your own. Two golf clubs in hand. 

 

Tears bubbled up in the edges of your eyes, however, you were quick to wipe them away. It was pathetic of you, to cry over such a dumb thing. He said he'd come back, and besides, he always did. 

Placing your fathers club and ball to the side, you went over to your ball. You didn't have to worry about taking too much time in the same golf area, as your father had kindly located you to the VIP section of the golf course. And well, nobody could actually afford VIP. So it was just you, in the secluded area, alone.

Hell, someone could probably murder you there, and nobody else would know! 

 

Whacking your ball with your club, you let out a low, grumbled huff. Watching as it rolled over the hole again. "What the actual fuck is wrong with you!" You growled at the ball, anger filling your every sense. You reared your foot backward and kicked the ball, it was sent flying. The vast spacing of the Monty Golf area assisting in its escape from you. "Shit-!" You watched, wide-eyed, as the ball slung itself into the air. Flying across the large hall, and onto one of the catwalks above the area. You didn't even realise how much brute force you'd put into kicking the ball. 

And now, you had two clubs, and no ball. 

Heaving out a sigh, you dragged your feet across the ground. Clutching your puck tight as you ventured out of the VIP golfing area, and over to one of the staff doors. Where you presumed you could access the Catwalks. 

The strenuous venture left the thought of not getting the ball at all in your head.

Assumedly, you could  just get another ball. However, VIP's only get the first ball free. You'd have to pay for the second, and you had no money on you. You could wait for your father to come back and buy one, but, it wouldn't hurt to look for the ball, would it?

 

After walking up several flights of stairs, you reached a large, metal door. Above the door was a sign, in pristine red paint, labelling the area as; 'Catwalks.' You grinned. Whispering a small, "Bingo!" To yourself. For a moment you fumbled about in your pocket, trying to find the key card that your dad had given to you. It was a security one. It allowed you access to all areas of the building, however, your dad had restricted a few areas. Though the key card would still let you into those areas, he had given you a map of the entire building - this time including staff tunnels - and had marked off certain areas with an x, if he didn't want you entering them. He said that it was a safety precaution, and that he didn't want you getting caught up in dangerous work. You believed him. After all, why would he lie?

After finding and sliding the key card into its needed slot, the metal door slipped open. Loudly clanging against the frame holding it together. You hurried inside, the door almost clipping your back as it shut  behind you.

'That's gonna kill me one day.' You thought to yourself, placing a hand on the nape of your neck, where you had felt the wind whip against you. You shivered. It didn't feel right up here, on the catwalks. And as you began to slowly tread across those thin metal plates, the flat surface beneath you wobbled. The metal beams holding you up struggled against your weight. They probably wouldn't be able to hold up that many people. That's what you wanted to believe anyways. 

Your knees went weak at the feeling, sweaty hands, gripping onto the cold banister provided as you searched for the golf ball you needed so dearly. Was it even worth it at this point? You could turn back now if you wanted! You knew your dad wouldn't be angry if you said you lost the ball, he'd just get a new one, you knew he would. So.. why were you on the catwalk? So high, in the air, above everyone else. The sounds of groans and creaks emitting from the structure trying to hold you up. 

Lifting your gaze up, you scanned the area, trying to locate the ball that you were risking so much to save. Finally, after a few moments of search, you saw it - it had gotten caught between two of the beams that held the catwalk in the air. High up. 

Anxiety swirled deep in your cut. The realisation dawning upon you that you'd have to climb to reach it. Such an activity was certainly not safe, and you took a moment to remind yourself that this task was not entirely necessary. 

But with nothing else to do, and a determined heart. You entertained the idea strongly.

 

Throwing your leg atop of the banister, you slowly lifted yourself up. Using the beams as a support, aiding you upwards. Once your feet had been steadily planeted against firm beams, you extended out one of your hands, wobbling suddenly at the lack of upper body support. Reaching up to the ball, you heaved a huff upon learning it was just out of reach, only just! Stretching your limbs out, you steadied your feet and lifted yourself up by the tippy toes ---- aaaaand, you got it! You stupidly and suddenly let go of the beams to grip the ball in delight, slamming yourself back down onto your feet, and losing balance. 

You fell backward.

You braced yourself for a harsh fall, to what you assumed would be your demise. However, the fall was cut short. Landing safely on your backside against the harsh metal flooring provided by the catwalk, which, as a result from your sudden movements began to rock back and fourth gently. You needed to be a bit more careful in what you were doing. 

But that didn't matter! You got the golf ball! 

Sitting up straight, you simpered down at the ball. Meekly smiling at it, happy that you had retrieved it safely and not died in the process. "I might just keep you." You uttered out to it, tracing a finger across the little dents plastered across its hard, rubber surface. Whilst you were distracted with the ball, you failed to notice the other being on the catwalks with you. The other who had chosen the unsteady surface as their place of residence. 

A shadow loomed over you, a big one, and once you had noticed it, it was too late to scamper away. Your blood ran cold, easing your head up to look at the creature whom had created the shadow. 

Monty.

 

Of course, you were in the golf area! He was going to be looming somewhere, you just didn't expect him to be... well, here.

"This area is off-limits to the public access." He growled out, lifting you up by the back of your shirt. You fought every instinct in your body not to scream. A part of you imploded within itself to claw and thrash against him, yet another, seemingly stronger impulse left you paralised against his grip.

"A--Ah! Well, I'm-- I'm not exactly the public!" You plead, attempting to catch his gaze from the corner of your eye.

He lifted a brow at your testament, giving a moment to listen to what you had to say. You did not expect him to listen, you expected him to throw you out. However, you took the chance. It would save you having more bruises than you were already doomed to have. "I'm the managers kid! Remember? Freddy tried to introduce us last night but-- AH!" Monty dropped you, letting out a short grunt of disapproval.

He did not like you.

You rubbed your back. After two heavy falls? It was going to hurt in the morning...

"I accidentally got my ball stuck up here.. so I came to retrieve it. Sorry. I'll go now, ahah." You grabbed your metal club, which you had unfortunately dropped after taking the first fall. Scrambling to your feet, you made haste trying to get past him, so that you could get back to the staff door and leave. Anything, just to get away from him. Whilst the other animatronics were scary, you knew they wouldn't dare hurt you. They were too kind. However, Monty? You didn't know Monty. You weren't going to risk it. 

Monty turned to look at you, gazing down at you with a leer. "You got your ball stuck... up here?" He questioned, looking down toward the VIP area where you had left your fathers club and ball. "How bad are you at golf?!" He'd seen people bad at golf, for sure, but he had never seen someone so bad at golf that they had gotten their ball stuck all the way up in the catwalks - I mean, it was impossible! He was taken aback.

Trembling where you stood, you gripped your belongings hard. "W-Well, I didn't mean to-- I kicked it out of anger, and, well.. it ended up here..." You gave off a dry laugh. Looking down to the ground rather shyly. You cursed yourself out. You were stuttering again. You always did that. You hated it. You wanted it to stop. It was so embarrassing. 

 

Montgomery's demeanour seemed to shift at her words. His red optical lenses that had once held a fierce hatred seemed to fall into a sort of recognition. Yet, in the time it had taken you to recognise such a change, he masked such an emotion with a quipping facade.

"I didn't realise you were that ss(shit)," His last words came out fuzzy. A static covering them, as if they had been buzzed out of his vocabulary. They were kids entertainers.. right? They shouldn't be able to curse. Perhaps it was something he picked up overtime. And they tried to stop him from saying it. You shrank back in on yourself, taking a few steps backward as you tried to escape the situation you had been thrust into. 

Monty's tail swished back and fourth curiously. His red eyes boring holes into your very soul. He could tell you were afraid, the way you cowered back from him. Shaking in your own shoes, trying so hard not to let your knees buckle to the ground. He grinned, a snarky, evil grin that only someone like him could express. "Are you, afraid of me?" He spoke cockily, leaning forward. 

He had never seen someone afraid of him, not up close at least. The customers who were afraid of him just stayed away from him. It was an odd feeling, knowing someone was petrified of him. 

You shook your head, disagreeing with him almost instantaneously. "No--! Well.. it's not my fault!" You tried standing up for yourself, justifying your horror toward the robots. "All of you," You grumbled out afterward. "You're all so uncanny."

Monty took a few steps forward, getting closer to you. You backed up. He found it amusing. Every step he took, you took two back. Any fast movement he made, you flinched. 

He laughed at you. He laughed at you?!

He was mocking you!

"Seriously??" He questioned, cackling loudly. You felt insulted, face flushing with heat out of embarrassment. "Your scared of us? Lil old us? The silly gator, chicken, wolf and bear? You gotta be kiddin' me!" He bellowed some more, holding his snout with disbelief. His tail swished from side to side. You frowned.

"Hey- it's rational!" You backtalked, standing up straight with a newfound confidence. Why should you be afraid of Monty? He was right! They were just silly robots, they couldn't do anything to hurt you. 

The gator stopped laughing suddenly, the sudden switch reinstalling your fight or flight instinc, as, he glared down. "Stupid aa(ass) people," He growled. No wonder they had to buzz the words out of his vocabulary, the amount he said them, for a kids entertainer, was horrific. "I don't like you, I don't care how much the others seem to like you but I don't! Get your prissy face 'outta my zone!" Monty took a few steps forward, before pushing you down to the ground harshly. Causing you to drop your ball and club in the process. You winced, pain shooting through your backside from the previous fall you had taken. He turned around, grumbling something about how humans never cared for the robots, and how you were just another human added to the 'lack of care' they recieved.

 

You flinched back at what he had said, turning to face away. It was uncomfortable. Was this why he didn't want to see you yesterday? Because he has this thing against people. How badly were they treated here to make him think such a thing?? Questions raced through your head, each one worse than the last. Your gaze was dizzy, looking back over to where Montgomery was supposed to be, he was gone. He'd made his way to the other side of the catwalk now. Obviously done toying with you. 

You heaved your body of the ground. Heavy from the impacts you had taken. What was that? You'd practically been thrown to the ground twice, along with the fall you'd taken from trying to regain your golf ball. AND getting shoved to the ground by some manical alligator. It was all a bit much for your body to handle, and so, as you lifted yourself off of the ground. Using the railing to your side as an aid, the spell of dizziness was no surprise. Quickly, you gathered your club and ball, scanning your key card against the door and making your way out. The headache forming behind your eyes would have to wait another day, all you wanted to do at that moment was get out of there. 

 

Stopping in the VIP area for only a brief moment, you placed your golfing club on the floor next to your fathers. You clutched the ball in your hand tightly, gazing down at it contently. You had wanted to keep it, to take it back to college with you as a souvenir of the times spent with your father in the Pizzaplex. However, after what you had just experienced. You were beginning to backtrack on that decision. Getting the feeling as if you were being watched, you stiffened up on the spot. Slowly, very, very, slowly, you tore your gaze away from the golf ball. Daring for just a moment to peer back up at the catwalks, where you saw him. The blood-curdling animatronic. He stared down at you curiously, wondering what you were going to do. Yeah, no. You weren't going to play golf if he was just going to watch over you. 

You shoved the ball into the pocket of your jeans, deciding its fate would have to wait another day.

 

Slipping back into the safety of the staff maintenance tunnels, you found yourself once again navigating through the maze that the technicians called their workplace. At least this time you had a map... 

It did take a little bit of time for you to navigate through the tunnels, accidentally getting lost at dead ends, walking into the wrong rooms and bumping into angry S.T.A.F.F. Bots, however, in the end you did end up getting to the main parts and service area, which.. was absolutely dead? Not a single staff member in sight. You made your way through Parts and Service quickly, avoiding the scary-looking endoskeletons and making your way to where the animatronic repairs were done. 

"Uhm.. Hello?" You questioned, wandering into the room curiously. There was a woman, pacing around the room frantically, and an animatronic covered in an icky red substance.

Wait what.

Double checking on what you saw, you could confirm, the animatronic had blood over it. All, over it. The animatronic was odd looking, smaller than the rest, but more lanky looking. It's face resembled that of a sun and a moon - a big bright smile spread across it, with rosy cheeks and bright white eyes. It's body was painted a cream colour, and was just two simple chest pieces connected together. Frills had been placed on its neck, and waist, along with red and yellow stripy pants which suited it perfectly. And, finally on its wrists were placed some bells. The animatronic would seem friendly... if it was not coated in blood. The robot was sat atop of a work-desk, kicking its legs back and fourth happily. Its head swaying back and fourth in a cute demeanour, as if it had a song stuck on loop in its small mind. Not a single thought behind those eyes. 

The woman looked up, relief coaxing her features. She practically ran up to you, taking you by the hand and dragging you towards the seemingly murderous animatronic. This was just your day huh?

"Could you please watch over it for me- it hates being alone but I need to do my job!" She exclaimed. Obviously, as the other workers left the area, she had been the unfortunate worker left to care for this animatronic. You stared up at her, brow creasing downward. Was she gonna trust someone who did not work there to look after the robot? Did she even know you weren't a worker?

"Sorry, Ma'am I don't work-"

"I know that! Look, I'll only be gone a few minutes," She cut you off, straining her words out desperately. Her thumb pointed over to the robot, voice, hushing to just a whisper. "Some poor little kid got their hair stuck in its joint, and well, it didn't end all that good. Everyone's panicking, and, I need to get on with my job. Not babysit a robot. It wont hurt you, just stay with it for a little bit." The woman placed her hands on your shoulders, staring down at you desperately. You gulped, nodding your head along with what she was saying. Before you knew it, she was gone. Leaping at the opportunity to get away from the robot. 

You watched her leave, the door slamming shut behind her. 

'Great,' You thought to yourself, biting your cheek with a huff. 'Now I'm stuck in this room.. with a, possibly murderous animatronic.' Slowly, you cocked your head over to look at the robot. It seemed happy, waving at you gleefully. Of course, it might not be happy. The wide, uncanny smile painted across its metal faceplate did none to give that away. 

"HHHeello!" The robot chimed out, faceplate spinning on the spot. You shuddered back, this was not something you wanted to do, alas, you did it anyways. "Are--Are you new?!? I've never seen you before!!" It's voice was eccentric. Loud and alarming, something children would love. 

You nodded your head at it, taking a few short steps in its direction. "Uhm- Yes, sort of?" You plodded over to it, hesitantly slumping over onto the work-bench next to it. Much to your surprise, it flinched backward, shuffling a few inches away from you. You thought it enjoyed company? Did it not like close contact?

"Agh!" It gasped out, "I'm not allowed to touch staff members! It's,it's,it's part of the rules!" It's words repeated in the same tone, as if its voice box needed rewiring. You gave it an odd look, more so of curiosity than distaste. It was an odd animatronic, so hyperactive, yet, insane sounding. 

You simply shrugged your shoulders at it, taking light offence that it thought you were a member of staff. You didn't look that old did you? 

"I'm not a member of staff actually," You spoke up, correcting it of its words. You supposed you would have assumed too, the staff workers would never leave something as valuable as an animatronic in the hands of the public. "I'm the managers kid." You grumbled, repeating what the other animatronics had called you. You disliked getting referred to as a kid, but, you supposed it was correct. You were the managers kid. Despite being a fully grown adult.

Without having a moment to think, you were getting jumped by the animatronic. Pushing the both of you to the floor. It's eyes scanned over you, before it hopped back up to its feet, bouncing and giggling on the spot. "Oh!! I see! I see!!" It picked you up, placing you on your feet in front of it. "What's your name?? Mine's Sun!! OH! OH! BUT THE KIDS LIKE TO CALL ME SUNNYDROP, ORSUNRISE,ORSUNSHINE,ORANNOYING,OR--"

"I'm (Y/N)," You cut the animatronic off, knowing that it would end up listing all the names its ever been called straight from memory - which, you were still rather concerned it had. "Sun is kind of dull," You grumbled out. "I'll just call you Sunny."

"SUNNY?! THAT'S MY FAVOURITE ONE!" Sun paused for a moment, standing still. Which was something you didn't even know he could do, since, he had not stopped moving since you had been left alone with him. "I've added it to my database!!! Oh!! We're going to be such goodGOOD friends!" They began moving again. 

"Yeah.." You looked up at the animatronic, once again noting that he was absolutely covered in blood. The red liquid seemed to be at its most persistent near his right shoulder. You also noted, a large clump of blonde hair tangled between the joint. Sun noticed you staring, his whole demeanour changing once he had noticed that you had noticed. He stood back.

"I didn't mean to!! IswearIswearIswear! They--They just wanted a hug, and- you can't say no to that! Ididn'tmeantoIdidn'tmeantoIdidn'tmeanto---!!" He kept repeating those words, not to you, however. To himself. He gripped the spines, or, well, the sunrays surrounding his face-plate. Jittering to himself about how innocent he was, and how he did not do it on purpose. The rays around his faceplate jutted in and out in par with his nerves.

Your eyes widened, staring up at Sun worriedly. What did they do to the animatronics in this place??? First Monty, now Sun. The poor things were packed full of self-aware thoughts that surely weren't good for them. "Hey-- Hey, I know you didn't mean to." You spoke up, voice calm. Sun halted his speech, gaze snapping toward you. He twitched and winced on the spot at the thoughts that he may have hurt a kid. You thought for a minute.. "You're.. the daycare attendant right? If I remember correctly." The animatronic nodded. "Of course you didn't mean to hurt the kid then! It's not in your nature to hurt them, you didn't mean to and they know that. Everyone's just a bit stressed right now." Remembering what your father had said to you on your first day back, the Daycare attendant assumedly had some sort of malfunction going on that made them a bit more aggressive toward people. You wondered if that was what was wrong. And, perhaps he has been assuring himself that it was not their own fault. 

You didn't get a chance to even think about what you were saying to the animatronic, as, almost immediately after you spoke you were scooped off of the ground by them. Being pulled into a spine crushing, oddly warm? Hug. You tried to push your upper-body away from them, not wanting to experience the same fate that the child had experienced before you. 

Soon enough, Sun dropped you to the ground once more, for the fourth time that day you hit the ground. 

You winced in pain, holding your stomach as you sat up. Sun sitting in front of you. 

Sun noticed your wince, shooting his head up to look at you worriedly. "Oh no!" He exclaimed, his voice going higher with worry. "Are you hurt? Did-- Did I hurt you?! I'm so sorry! So-- sosososo sorry-!" He began to panic again. He was used to the soft padding of the daycare beneath them. If they dropped a child in the daycare, they would come to a soft landing. And wouldn't be hurt. However, they weren't in the daycare. When he dropped you, he risked hurting you. 

Frantically, you shook your head at Sun. Assuring them that they had not hurt you. They went quiet, using their hands to cover their mouth - which, you didn't understand as their mouth did not move when they spoke. 

"No-- I fell earlier in Monty Golf." You grumbled, placing a hand on your back. "I lost my ball, and it was really high up, aha. I fell on my back and well, it 'kinda hurts." 

Sun was silent for a moment, before bouncing back up like nothing had happened. "Oh I see!! That's good then! Now that your okay, we should go play!"

Your brow creased. For being a highly advanced animatronic, they were kind of... dumb. Or at least, did not know how to word their sentences properly. He made it sound like he had been happy you had been hurt, where as in truth, he was happy that they hadn't hurt you. The animatronic bounced up and down in front of you, his demeanour excited and bubbly once again. His emotions changed like a wildfire, a meek, humane attempt to make the robot more 'life-like'. You wondered, just how much emotion did they pump into these animatronics? On the outside, you could see their base emotions, Freddy was caring, and loving, made for the younger kids to love and adore. Chica had an eccentric and girlish AI, for kids who were into more girly things. Roxy was a competitive, rough animatronic, designed for the children who liked getting dirty, who liked fighting and competing with each other. And well, you had not seen much of Monty. Aside from his anger and blatant rudeness, which, surely they didn't program into him? And.. speaking of unprogrammed thoughts, when Roxy got quiet and insecure yesterday, that couldn't of been programmed into her! Hell, looking at the way the Daycare attendant twitched every so often, glancing at his surroundings nervously. How much anxiety had ridden his system. Why would they give that to a robot? You didn't like just how advanced they were. Just how much they felt, how much they remembered. And quite frankly, you would like to keep your distance from them. 

"Well, actually.." You spoke up, taking a few steps away from Sun. He  followed you, assuring your thoughts in that he would always loom over you. The woman wasn't lying when she said he couldn't be left alone, huh? "I'm pretty sure I should be getting back to finding my dad.. that's why I came down here anyways, ahah!" You started speeding up, never breaking eye-contact with them. With every step you drew back, they took forward. You hit the wall behind you, rubbing your hand against the cool, unfurnished wall to try and find the button that would allow the door to open. 

With a small click, the door slipped open. Retracting within the wall, giving you an open space to walk. Sun cocked his head to the side curiously, peering out at the corridor. It was dark, a bit too dark. The only light source was a small, yellow lightbulb that had been placed atop of the ceiling. It flickered every so often, something that made both you and him both flinch back anxiously. 

"Oh!" He exclaimed, taking a few steps back. He didn't like the dark. At all. He used to!! Believe him, he used to love the dark. It was a time in which Moon could come out - the other daycare attendant, meant to help the children during nap-time. However... due to the recent virus that had been going around the robots within the 'Plex, Moon had been acting a little, violent. And since the two shared the same body, children would automatically assume they were the same person! An easy mistake, but something Sun did not like. Moon would traumatise children, and Sun would have to pay the consequences. Sun had learnt to despise the dark. He'd learnt to despise the sight of stars, resting above their head in the daycare. When a child told them that they were sleepy, they would give them one of their sweets - Sunnydrops, which, they weren't sure what was inside the sweet. But it sure got the kid up and running again. "I see!! Well-- Uhm, what if you stay here and wait?!? It's safer than going out there! In the dark, the dark is bad!" They stood by that statement. 

You peered your head out of the doorway, cautiously lingering your finger over the button that would keep it open. You did not want it slamming shut on you any time soon. The corridor was dark, darker than you had previously thought. Or, maybe the room you were in was just abnormally bright. At the very end of the corridor however, was something that convinced you to stay with Sun in less than a few seconds. Your eyes lingering over the horrific sight - an endoskeleton, stood at the very end of the corridor which you had came from. You could have sworn it wasn't there when you were there last. 

Your eyes lingered over it. It's body was leant forward, slouched over on its own legs. As if struggling to hold itself up. It's head angled toward the ground awkwardly. It looked like.. it looked like it was trying to act natural, like a child who had been caught up late at night. It pretended to be fast asleep. Something was telling you to keep your eyes open, a churning in your gut whilst you watched over it. Something nagged at you, warning you. 

Sun twitched on the spot, their rays going in and out with boredom. Their fingers fidgeted against each other idly, awaiting your response to their question. What could you possibly be looking at?? They needed attention and now that you were ignoring them, they were beginning to get a bit agitated. Frustrated. "We--We can play games!" He exclaimed. You ignored him. This got on his nerves. You continued to stare out at the hallway. What were you even looking at? He questioned, hus head spun around in a 180 degree motion. Looking around the room for anything he could use to seek out attention. 

 

It had been a while since you last blinked, eyeing up the endoskeleton with suspicion. You did not like it at all. It was unsettling; perturbed. Your eyes narrowed, any second now, it would move. If it was a human, there would probably be sweat rolling down its forehead. 

CRASH!!

Your head jolted up, heart suddenly beginning to race. You shot your head around to peek at what could have possibly made the noise; Sun. The lanky animatronic stood over a pile of contorted animatronic parts. Metal twisted against itself horridly. It appears as though he had tripped over a box of spare parts on 'accident'. Trying to put the focus of the room back on himself.

"Sun-?!" You questioned, before hearing clanking metal behind you. You turned your head once again to peer out to the corridor, catching the endoskeleton in the process of walking, this time it did not have time to stop itself. It had been caught red-handed. Stranded in the position of walking, head held up. It's gleaming red eyes pointed to look over at you, watching closely, as it waited for you to leave. You weren't going to, however, you were going to stick there and keep your eyes on it!! That is, if you weren't being lifted up once again. By a pair of warm, metallic arms. You wriggled and squirmed as Sun began to drag you over to the mess he had created.

"Hey-! Sun wait up!" You yelped, the door slammed shut once your fingers had left the button, and so, the endoskeleton was left to get away. Sun dropped you just in front of the mess, before leaping over to your opposite side. "There was an endoskeleton out there!" You commented, you were unfortunately ignored. 

Sun appeared to favour the mess in front of you, rather than the eerie frame wandering the halls just outside the room. 

"I'm so sorry! We need-- need to clean up this mess! It's sososo messy!" The robot commented, acting as if he had not just made the mess themselves. They were an attention seeker, that's what they were. If this was a school, Sun would be known as the 'Pick-me', always trying to bring everyone's eyes onto them. He did not care what he did to get peoples affirmations, as long as someone was paying attention to him he would be satisfied. Unfortunately for you, you were the only person there. Meaning you would be made to heed to the animatronics every demand until someone came to save you. 

You frowned at Sun. Sighing, before picking up some pieces of metal off of the floor. You stayed quiet, however. Leaning your head toward the door that you had been dragged from. You could hear light thudding - metal hitting the cold floor harshly. The endoskeleton wasn't trying to get in, rather, it was just trying to walk past. Though, still, you were uneased by the robot. You could still feel its red eyes on you, piercing into your very skin. You shuddered. 

You looked back over to Sun, who was now placing the cleaned up box back on the shelf that it had once been on. You hoped that none of the parts had broken in the accident - you knew your father wouldn't mind, but the workers would be up your ass if they found out you had broken their precious equipment. You sat still on the floor, pursing your lips idly. Sun crouched down in front of you once again, practically forcing himself into your field of vision. You gazed up at him, peeling your eyes away from the floor. 

"Maybe I should stay here," You started. Deciding that staying with Sun was possibly better than going out there, in the dark, with those endoskeletons wandering around. Sun probably wouldn't try to hurt you on purpose. "It is pretty dark out there, ahah!" You rubbed the back of your neck sheepishly, the animatronic nodded at your words, understanding completely. 

"Yes!" He chirruped out, clasping his hands together excitedly. "The dark is bad! We allll-ll hate the dark." Sun's voice box glitched as he spoke, going deeper and more hoarse, as if he were fighting himself to speak.

"That's why we always keep the lights on."

 

You had to admit, the way he leaned forward, gripping his blood soaked pants angrily. He was intimidating, you were startled at the sudden change in personality. However, just as soon as their little falter started, it ended. The animatronic bouncing back up with a joyous manner. "Ooh! What should we do now??!?!?! We've-We've cleaned up! We've chatted, OOOH, THERE'S SO MUCH!!" The animatronic began bouncing around the room, the bells wrapped around their wrists jingling with every movement.

For being such a big figure, the animatronic sure should bound into small areas. Diving under desks erratically, wriggling into smaller spots only to bounce back out unharmed. It was honestly impressive, the engineering that had gone into making them such a good jester. 

You stood up yourself, dusting off your clothes after having been manhandled by Sun. You peered around the room idly, frowning to yourself. "No offence Sunny.." You mumbled. "There actually isn't that much we can do here." The animatronic seemed to stop jittering about at your words, halting abruptly, before looking around the room just as you had done. And behold, there actually was not that much in the room. Aside from the desks scattered in blueprints, the occasional fountain pen left behind via one of the workers, and a few boxes that held spare animatronic parts. There was practically nothing within the room. They seemed a tad bit disappointed at this revelation, however, they would not let it go to waste!

He turned to look at you for a brief moment, offering a thumbs up, before skipping over to one of the desks. You cocked a brow at them, curious as to what he was doing. You watched him pick up a piece of blueprint, fidgeting and fiddling with it in their hands. He appeared to be concentrating greatly over what they were doing, as he did not take any notice to you leaning over their shoulder to get a good look. Once they were done with the paper, they spun around and brought it forward, presenting it to you proudly. 

"Look!!"

It was a swan. Sun had folded the paper into a swan. You couldn't help but smile at the animatronic, finding joy in the fact that it wanted to entertain you. Sure, that may have just been what it was programmed for. But, it felt genuine. Before you came back to see your dad, you had barely anyone there for you. You had a few friends but they were very sociable, whilst.. you weren't. It was hard to get along with other people. 

"I think the mechanics might be angry that you ruined their blueprints, Sun." You spoke up, stifling back a short laugh as he turned back around to find more blueprints he could turn into fun little animals. 

He seemed to disregard your concern. "It'll be-- It'll be fine!!!" The animatronic turned back around, thinking for a brief second before bouncing on their heels. "Hey! Hey! Watch what I can do!" 

Sun bounced up, flipping his whole body over and landing on his hands. His long legs dangling in the air. He lifted one hand in the air, accompanying their legs. Leaving the other hand to hold their whole body up. They tapped their feet together with a little victorious head spin, before bouncing back up and landing on their feet perfectly. Sun did a little bow, before returning to bouncing on their heels excitedly. You were quite frankly, amazed at what he could do. Raising your hands up and clapping at the little show they had provided. 

"Wow! That was amazing Sun." You grinned at Sun, and, you felt as if he had returned it, even though their face was already coated with the smile, at all time, the way his sunrays spat inward and outward, and how his head cocked to the side gave way his joy. 

You were pretty amazed with what the animatronics could do at the 'Plex. Despite being huge, terrifying creatures. They were well made. 

Sun bounced up and down in front of you, "I'm glad!" He exclaimed. You found yourself smiling at the jesters exaggerated movements. 

 

Suddenly, the door to the room swung open, a large gasp leaving from the mouth of the person who had entered; your father. 

"(Y/N)?" The man exclaimed, taking a few steps forward. His eyes darted from you, to Sun. Nerves showing quite clearly across his face. "Why are you down here?? I thought I told you to wait for me in Monty's Gator Golf?!"

You stood up straight, chuckling awkwardly. "Ah-! Well, I got bored. So I decided to explore for a little bit." You mumbled out, you didn't want to mention what had happened with you and Monty. Montgomery seemed to have little interest in you, however, you knew that if your father found out that you and Monty had met each other, he would insist that you become best-est of friends.  

Your father let out a short sigh of relief. Placing a hand on his chest now that he had figured you were safe. When the head mechanic had told him that she'd left you alone with a possibly dangerous animatronic, he panicked. Deciding against reprimanding her, and instead, searching for you. He had gone through almost every room in the damned under-belly of the Pizzaplex. Anxiety rising to his stomach when he couldn't seem to find you. But now he had! And he could relax. Well, sort of, you were still with the animatronic he wanted to get you away from. 

"I see." He spoke, his tone less worried. "It's almost six, the guests are starting to go home and I've sorted out that little girls mother now. We should be heading home." He took a few steps forward, placing a hand on your shoulder, to try and pry you away from the animatronic, that was looming in front of the two of you. 

"Oh!" You started up, you were happy that you were able to go home a bit earlier today. Yesterday your father was not able to take you home until gone nine, and you had to deal with the animatronics. "Right, uh-" You peered over to Sun, who was twitching on the spot once again. Nobody was paying attention to him - he needed the attention!! You were going to kill him in a minute, if you kept getting distracted. 

"Bye, Sunny. I'll see you around, I suppose." You waved at the animatronic, who seemed startled at the news that you would be leaving. If you left, and your father left, then he'd be alone! All alone!

The animatronic twitched once again, entangling its fingers together. They said nothing however. They knew they could not protest to the managers desires - they'd already broken a few rules, possibly breaking company equipment, and ruining a few blueprints. They just wanted to do what they were programmed to do; entertain! 

The look that Sun had given was enough to guilt trip you. Turning back to look at your father with concern. "Will Sun be okay on their own?" You grumbled, leaning closer to your father. You spoke in an ushered tone as to not sound rude. Your father seemed a tad bit frustrated at this action. 

"(Y/N), it isn't real. It doesn't care that your leaving, and you don't have to whisper." He spoke up. He let out a short sigh, rubbing his temples. Your father often suffered chronic headaches. And no doubt, you'd begin to start suffering them too. Having to spend days within this place, the scent of over-processed pizza and chemically saturated fries was beginning to burn into your nose already. "Hey, if we go home early today I can get my paperwork done early, and, maybe we can watch a film together? I'll let you pick."

What he had said was enough to win you over, a small smile creeping over your lips before you nodded at his words. "Yeah, sure." You spoke. Quickly, he ushered you out of the room in which contained the celestial themed animatronic. You quickly tried to wave goodbye to the robot, but the door was shut quickly by your father. 

"(Y/N)," He started once again. You frowned at him, you knew that tone. He was going to start lecturing you over something dumb and unimportant. "I know I said I wanted you to see the animatronics, but, try not to hang around the daycare attendant too much. Not until we sort this little virus that's been going through their systems." 

Your frown only deepened. "I don't think he seemed that violent." You spoke, defending the jester animatronic.

"That's because only one part of his AI has been affected just yet." Your dad seemed to falter a bit. "You see, we did something clever! And, well, we put two separate identity chips, into one animatronic! And, there's a whole lot of complex changes that happen when different sets of lighting is introduced. It's all very intelligent." He placed his hands on his hips. Grinning down at you once again. He'd completely forgotten that he was supposed to be telling you to avoid them, and instead, favoured telling you about how cool they were. 

"Right.." You mumbled. "So.. avoid him?" You reminded your father of what he was talking about, to which he quickly perked up once again. Nodding his head in satisfaction, that you were understanding. 

 

You and your father left the Pizzaplex for the evening. And surprisingly, just as he had said, he finished his paper work. And rather than going straight to bed. He let you pick out a movie for the two of you to watch. It was a nice evening, and though, the day you and your father had planned out had basically been ruined. You enjoyed the little quality time that the two of you had been offered. 

You just hoped that it would increase in the following months...

Notes:

Thanks for reading :)
I hope you enjoyed this chapter!

Chapter 4: What the actual fuck is that oh my god what the fuck

Summary:

After realising you may not exactly be fond of himself and the animatronics, Freddy decides to try and ease your worries. You meet a few new members of the robot family! And get to spend a day with THE Freddy Fazbear himself!

 

Why are you crying?

Notes:

I had to write half of his chapter on my phone so it's not the best, apologies in advance! :(

 

Wheels gyrated in a circular motion, gears, grinding against each other heavily. Large metal beams twisted and churned, heaving down the lift that cradled the four main stars of the attraction. Carefully taking them away from the cheering, roaring crowd and bringing them toward the maintenance staff who were now preparing for routine check-ups. 

Music died down in the backdrop, replaced with the ear-splitting clanks and bangs of the 'Plexes underbelly. The four main stars waited patiently for the lift to come to a halt, each members thoughts lingered on the show that they had just taken part in. Chica appeared to be playing with the strings of her guitar idly, Roxy, brushing out her tail grouchily - some kid had thrown a can of fizzyfaz at the stage, the spatter hitting her just enough to tangle. Freddy's ears wiggled excitedly, oh, how he just loved performing for the kids. It was the same thing, day in, day out. But he loved it. The way each child beamed at him, how teens would swoon lovingly at the bear, and adults, soaking in the nostalgia that came with revisiting an old, beloved place. Nothing could ever beat the high he received. 

"You all did very well today," He started, peering over to the other band members. The eyes of the once preoccupied members shifted over to Glamrock Freddy. He smiled at the band, "I think it may have been our best show all day!" It was the final show of the day. The day had not been particularly busy - being a Monday, a lot of kids were in school. Though a few had been let of for the summer holidays, the majority of schools didn't let the children go until a week later into the holiday. The animatronics hoped for an easy week, as, after the few days ended, the dreaded holiday would begin. And they'd be bombarded with children in every direction. 

"I think so too!" Glamrock Chica replied to her dear friend. She took her hands away from fiddling with her guitar, placing one on her hip and holding up the heavy object with the other hand. "The crowd was so fun!" Her already wide grin only grew in size, though, it dropped at the sight of her two other friends. Monty, and Roxy. The two seemed rather pissed off at the world around them.

"Yeah, maybe for you." Roxanne growled out. She used her keen nails to tear through the knots forming on her once pristine tail. The fizzyfaz stuck persistently, completely disagreeing with her hair - it clumped together stickily in an icky way. "Some kid threw their fizzyfaz all over me! How am I supposed to get this out!!" 

Montgomery rolled his eyes at not only the wolf, but at his two other ditsy friends. "We play the same things every day," He grumbled. "It ain't that entertainin'." He leaned against the elevator railing. Not caring for the way Freddy's ears drooped down; what Monty had said seemed to drain the life from him. It was clear Freddy struggled trying to entertain Monty. It had been almost two years since Monty arrived at the 'Plex, and Freddy still couldn't seem to understand the guy. Freddy considered Monty a dear friend, believe him! It was just a little hard trying to accommodate to him. Especially since it took Freddy so long to get over... past events. 

"Oh," Glamrock Freddy started, his eyes diverted down to the ground, thinking of something he could add onto the conversation to try and cheer his two gloomy friends out.

Before he could think of something, Chica cut in, her usual, bouncy self seeming to bring the mood up immediately.

"That was the final show anyways!! I can't wait to go back into the kitchen, and find any left overs." Her grin - which had faded for a brief moment - finally returned, she rocked back and fourth on her heels. Catching the attention of the other animatronics, now made aware of the sudden shift in conversation.

 

Making Monty upset was something they should not do, especially after shows. When the customers were expecting to see them within the confines of their greenrooms before they left. Whatever Freddy was going to counter with would only aggravate the gator more, it always did. 

Roxy seemed to scoff at Chica. "No wonder you need so much maintenance." She grumbled out, going back to her tail. She grimaced at it, she just couldn't seem to fix it! "Your insides are probably all clogged up. Can you even taste the stuff?" She cocked a brow at Glamrock Chica. She, couldn't taste anything. None of them could! Thus, she was curious to know why Chica would love it so much.

 

Chica kicked her feet against the ground sheepishly. Hands held behind her back. "Well.. not really." She remarked, going on to explain why she loved eating so much. "But it's addicting! Y'know? I watched all the people eat things in Mazercise, and I got curious. So I tried some for myself, and it was horrible! But, I couldn't stop!!" Her words squawked out loudly. Gushing on about how much she adored the feeling of eating something. It was as if, copying things humans did, made her feel just that bit closer to them. "Maybe one day I can get someone to tell me what it actually taste's like."

 

Glamrock Freddy cocked his head to the side, questioning his friends antics. "Perhaps you can get (Y/N) to taste things for you. It is highly possible that they will be coming back here some more." He reminded his friends of the visitor they had the previous night. Knowing that you would likely be back at some point.

Roxy nodded her head along with what Freddy had said. Though she had given up on trying to get the grime off of her, she twitched her tail with agitation. Clearly bothered that it was there. 

"I haven't seen them at all today though," The purple mascot spoke. "I haven't actually been looking out for them though." 

Her sentence came to an end just as the elevator came to a halt. Metal screeching against metal, as the hefty surface clunked against the ground beneath them. The mechanics seemed a little preoccupied with their own things, so, nobody rushed over to get the animatronics ready for check-ups right away. 

"Oh yeah, speaking of that couillion." Montgomery started, he crossed his arms over his chest. Bass guitar slung over his shoulder via the strap. He smirked at the other animatronics, "I had a run in with 'em yesterday--"

"Were you nice to them?" Chica cut Monty off, her brow furrowing at the other robot. She would beat his living ass if she found out Monty had been rude to you at all. Despite coming across as all girly and feminine, a delicate little flower nobody would dare hurt, she could pack a punch. She was the living embodiment of a girlboss. Glamrock Freddy also seemed insistent on her question, though, he wanted to know if the two had gotten along. Perhaps, if the two formed a familiarity, he could help kindle a friendship with Monty through you. 

"Yes." He lied through his teeth, blatantly ignoring the question that the chicken had asked, rather, he favoured telling the group something they weren't expecting. "I mean, I tried my hardest to be nice. But they just seemed so darn scared of me. All of us, actually. I don't think they like any of us that much." Watching the others' expressions turn to ones of shock was something he took pride in.

Monty was always the bringer of bad news, it was something he enjoyed. He wasn't sure why, but he just seemed to enjoy bugging, annoying, and scaring other people. 

 

Glamrock Chica appeared to be the one most concerned with this, as, she was the one who was 'closest' to you, in your childhood. She recalled no moment of you ever being afraid of her. In fact, she refused to believe such a thing was true. Monty was lying again! He always did this! "Really??" She questioned, leaning forward just a bit. "They didn't seem that scared of us! You're lying! Again!"

"I do agree with Chica here," Freddy started up, "My memories do not recall ever seeing their heart-rate elevate in a way that would indicate fear." He too, cocked a brow at Monty. Believing that the alligator was lying. Though, truth behold, he wasn't. He may not be telling the whole truth exactly, but for the most part, he was not fibbing. 

 

Roxy did not say anything against the matter, as, she was not that shocked people were scared of her. The wolf was used to kids steering away from her direction, in fact, she condoned it. Sure, she loved attention. The need for love and adoration from fans had been built into her. But nothing would thrill her more than scaring a few customers. It was something she'd learnt over time.

She always hid behind large objects, jumping out and snapping her jaw at poor kids or teens that strayed a little too far away from their families. Most loved her, she was used to that, but knowing someone was scared of her never made her gasp. 

 

Freddy and Chica however? Oh, people loved them. Freddy was such a big, loving, and cuddly bear, he knew how to handle kids perfectly and the ways he interacted with people just seemed to give off a notion that you could trust. And Chica the friendly chicken? In the eyes of the public, she couldn't hurt a fly. Such a bouncy and chatty robot, it was hard to not get along with her. 

Nobody had really been afraid of them before. Or, at least they weren't aware that people were. Learning that someone they had adored as much as you was afraid of them, made their jaws drop with amazement. 

 

Monty only shook his head at the two's protests, raising his hands up in defence. "Nah, why would I lie to you guys? You're my friends." He leered out at the group. Chica and Freddy seemed to protest a little less at his words. God, they were so dumb. He always used the 'you're my friends!' excuse and they always seemed to fall for it.

He did truly think of them as friends, but they were just so easy to fool. It made him laugh at times. 

 

 

"No!" Chica exclaimed, waving her hands in the air. She huffed at Montgomery's words, head shaking idly. "I refuse to believe they would be scared of me, you guys? Maybe. But not me! I'm their best friend!" She threw her guitar over her shoulder, crossing her arms over her chest before storming off of the elevator. Going to one of the maintenance stations to wait for a member of staff to give her a check-up. 

 

Glamrock Chica would believe with her whole heart you still thought of her as your best friend. When you were a kid, you always liked hanging out with her the most. And yesterday? You approached her before any of the other animatronics. That meant you still thought of her as your friend! 

Whilst.. Freddy on the other had, may have began worrying over how he came across to you. Did he look scary? He only wanted to be friendly! He had to admit, you were rather quiet that evening you caught up with him and the others. You also seemed quite jittery, jumping at the slightest movement caused by him or the two others. You became a mess when first introduced to Monty, obviously intimidated by the larger frame of the animatronic. And though your heart rate may have not increased massively, his detectors noted that your breathing was laboured and that you seemed to be a bit stressed. 

Were you.. actually scared of them? 

He would need to investigate this. 

 

---

 

 

 

Your father actually hung out with you today!

The whole day too, not once did he need to stray off in order to sort out an issue with one of the animatronics, or angry customers. 

 

The day you had spent with him was lovely too, you went around all the attractions and had fun together. Going against each other in FazerBlast, and Roxy Raceway. The two of you completed the maze within Mazercise, and went to continue that little game of golf that you never completed the day before. You made sure that there was a performance going on whilst you did that. Though you knew Montgomery wouldn't try to be aggressive toward you when your dad - the literal manager, was there, you still weren't that keen on seeing him. He'd left a bad impression on you. 

In all honesty, your dad won most of the competitive things. He was more agile, and athletic than you, so you were no match to him in FazerBlast. And, he had somehow mastered the art of golf which meant he beat you in that too. You still had no idea what to do within the world of mini-golf. You won the racing though! And the maze was a team sport, so, it was a win for the two of you. 

With the tickets that you had both earned from playing the games, your dad bought you a Glamrock Chica plushie from the gift counter.

For some reason, he thought she was your favourite?

Which was odd, as you never recalled telling him that. You couldn't even remember spending that much time with her as a kid for him to make such an assumption. But you adored the stuffed animal dearly, it would be a proud memory of the time you spent with your father within the Pizzaplex, which, as you got used to it, was not that bad. Aside from the animatronics wandering around, and the constant shrieking of children and adults alike, the place actually seemed pretty magical.

 

Currently sat criss-crossed atop of the main stage within the atrium - pitched darkness surrounding you. You gazed down at your phone. Scrolling through a group chat that had been made by a few of your friends from college a while back. You never usually said anything within the chat - just stalked. You never had anything interesting to say. But you always found their conversations amusing. 

The 'Plex was quiet, very quiet. Every so often you'd hear the whirring of a S.T.A.F.F. Security Bot roll past you, searching for possible intruders. But other than that, things were quiet. 

 

Now, your probably wondering. Why am I still in the Pizzaplex? Shouldn't I be at home with my dad? Well, yeah, you should be. However, stealing your father away for the day to hang out had its consequences. Snatching him away from his very important job, managing the 'Plex. He had an entire days worth of paperwork and files to sort. It wasn't just anything he could do at a desk at home, it was confidential stuff. It had to be done within his office, and there couldn't be any distractions around him! 

Which meant you had been kicked from his office, and left to wander the large Pizzaplex alone. 

 

The underbelly of the Pizzaplex had basically been emptied too, the overstressed workers had been bustling about down there all day with barely any space. The moment their shifts had been announced over, they were gone from the Pizzaplex.

 

The staff corridors were empty. Dark, and empty. And with the knowledge that the endoskeletons had the capacity to roam those halls freely, you decided keeping your distance from them was probably best. 

Those halls gave you a bad vibe anyways. 

 

Letting out a short chuckle at something your friend had sent, you began to text something back. The moment the chat had alerted them that you had started talking, they stopped their current conversation - redirecting the topic to you who had not spoken to them for a few days. They were excited to see you finally getting the time to text them, and were very curious as to what it was like on your side of the world. 

However, just as you readied yourself to talk to your friends, you were brought away from the bright pixelated screen of your phone, to the sound of gentle thudding against the floor close to you. Mentally, you groaned. Knowing exactly what this meant - one of the animatronics was approaching. Your eyes darted over to the source of the sound, settling down on the large, orange bear stood close to you. A weary, yet welcoming smile forming across your face.

Glamrock Freddy was an auspicious animatronic. His glowing blue optics casted down upon you with a conviviality no other would ever be able to convey, ears wiggling to the fact that you had taken note of his presence. 

He had changed a lot since you saw him as a kid, you had to admit. Going from an orangish-brown bear, shorter than the version today, with a goofy-look to him. To the latest model. A tall, seven-foot-frame, encased with a shiny marigold shell, glossed with pretty blue and red lightning bolts. He'd been glamorised with sharp, blue claws on both the tips of his fingers and toes. Along with a set of sharp teeth. Something you were absolutely sure the older model did not have. The additions did much to contradict the kind of look Fazbear Entertainment was going for - an adorable, cuddly bear with a pristine top hat and bow tie.

In all... you certainly did not recognise him. Not in the way you were supposed to anyways. 

 

"Hello, Freddy." You mumbled, voice just barely audible. But, against the silence of the night, your greetings were fortunate enough to be heard by the bear. Observing Glamrock Freddy's expression, he seemed rather... upset? Definitely not happy, that was for sure. His mouth laced with a frown, brows creased in a worried manner. Unusual to how they normally perked up with joy, his ears seemed to droop lowly. You had to admit, seeing him change so drastically from the happy and comforting animatronic that graced the publics eye, into the dejected thing stood before you was quite worrying. You gulped. "Is everything okay...?"

Freddy's mood seemed to lift up just a bit at your greeting, the promise that you may not actually be afraid of them at all, and Montgomery was simply lying about the little interaction you had. He realised that he was worrying you with his demeanour, and so, stood up straight. Returning to his normal posture. 

"Oh! Yes, hello Superstar." He spoke, pressing the usual nickname labelled onto every guest onto you. "I am doing quite fine actually! How have you been? Why are you sitting alone?" Freddy gazed down at the stuffed Chica toy sat on your lap - between the dip of your crossed legs. His mouth snapped shut inaudibly, it had reminded him of when Chica claimed she was your best friend just an hour before. No doubt, Chica was telling the truth. Why would you have gotten one if you did not enjoy Chica's company? This further told him that you may not actually be afraid of them. He felt idiotic, falling for yet another one of Monty's lies. 

You shuffled about in your seat idly. Slipping your phone into one of your pockets, before snatching up the Glamrock Chica from your lap. You'd forgotten she was there, in all honesty. Too distracted by the texts that your friends had been sending through to you. "Oh, uh, Pa's getting on with some work in his office. It's, uhm, confidential? I think, so I'm not really allowed there." You started off, explaining why you were still in the building after hours. "I didn't really want to stay down in the staff tunnels.. so I came here. There isn't much to do." You peered down at the stage beneath you, suddenly taking note of just how firm, and detailed it had been made. You supposed it would need to be very secure if it were to hold up robots weighing more than anything you could imagine. Getting crushed by one of those things would definitely hurt.

Tensing up on the spot, you became aware of a new presence sitting next to you. A large presence. Glamrock Freddy had taken it upon himself to sit next to you. A friendly gesture, with no intent to harm or threaten you in any way. But, still a gesture that made you jump with notable distress. You turned to look at him meekly, allowing a short smile to form on your face. However, your smile was quick to fade when you saw Freddy's distraught expression. As if you'd told him something absolutely, spine-clatteringly horrific. 

"Are you--"

You once again went to question if the animatronic was okay, however, you were cut off by Freddy himself once again. As he continued the conversation that had previously been laid out. 

"I see, you will probably be spending a lot more nights here within the Pizzaplex then, I suppose." Freddy stopped for a moment, ears wiggling in thought. He enjoyed your company - he always had. He must admit, you had grown quite a bit since he last saw you. And obviously, changed quite a bit since he last saw you. But he didn't mind. He hoped that once you settled down, and had gotten used to the 'Plex, you would come right out of your shell once again, and go back to being the bouncy, bubbly person you had once been. 

Your lips pursed together, grip on the Chica plush tightening momentarily, before loosening once again. Thinking about it, you probably would be spending a lot more time within the Pizzaplex. If you truly did want to spend more time with your father then that meant your father had to do less work during the day. If he did less work during the day, then you would be confined to the Pizzaplex at night. You mingled within your seat. "Yeah. I will be. It's a lot bigger than it used to be, but it wasn't hard to figure the place out so I'll be okay here." Once again, you smiled at the animatronic sat next to you. Admittedly, Glamrock Freddy and Chica were less scary than the others - if you were made to stay at the Pizzaplex more often, those were the two that you would linger around the most. Sun too, you supposed. Though a bit manical, you had to admit he gave off an aura that quite literally screamed friendly. 

 

Freddy gave off a short hum - something you didn't know he could even do - before moving on to the next topic. The topic that had been wriggling about his mind for the past hour. Itching to be told, and heard. The question would bring great relief to his poor CPU.

"I was speaking with Montgomery earlier today," You gave the bear a nervous look, recalling the incidents that had happened only the day before. Freddy's face shifted into a frown the moment he took note of the expression, his scanners, detecting that you may not be the happiest with him bringing it up. Did Monty do anything to you? He was known to be quite the aggressive bot. "He claimed that the two of you had a run in! I was very glad to hear that; did the two of you get along well?"

"Oh.. yeah me and Monty, we got along just fine."

You lied.

You did not get along well with Monty.

 

In fact, in future, you would be keeping your distance from him.

You had a massive bruise all across your backside! Admittedly, it probably would not have been that bad of a bruise if you had not taken a fall beforehand, or, if Sun had not dropped you afterward, in fact, if Chica had not startled you or dropped you that first day within the 'Plex then maybe you wouldn't be in so much pain. Someone needed to tell these robots to be more careful with people. "He's a little big. But.. he's friendly."

Yeah, uh, Freddy could tell that last bit was a lie. Monty was not friendly in the slightest. Even with his best friend, Roxy, he's rough and mean. There was no way he'd ever be 'friendly' toward a person he'd just met. 

Glamrock Freddy cocked his ears in a curious manner, his brows, furrowing with question. His eyes scanned your bodily movements, sweaty palms, tense shoulders, heart-rate increase. You were either lying, or extremely scared. He, personally, would like to think that you were lying. "Really?" He spoke up once more. Though, this time, it was not his classic; 'Really?!' whenever he found out two of his close friends were getting along, no, this time it was an; 'I know your lying.' kind of really. "Are you sure, you seem rather distraught in what you are saying." 

You nodded your head silently, muscles further tensing up at the sudden pressure Freddy was putting onto you. God, these animatronics really were smart, huh? All they had to do was look at you and they knew immediately what kind of mood you were in.  It was so uncanny. 

"You do not need to lie to me, you know, (Y/N). I am not programmed to judge anything you say, or do. Unless it prohibits any rules or safety precautions." He gently reminded you, his voice cooing out in a soothing manner, after having taken notice you were getting paranoid. "Though I must question.. are you, in any way, afraid of us?" Now that question sent you on the loop, tensing up once again. For what felt like the millionth time today, you shifted just a little bit further away from the animatronic. The movement making Freddy frown. "I did not mean to alarm you in any way! I promise! Montgomery earlier stated that he noticed you were afraid of him.. he thought, maybe you were afraid of us. I just wanted confirmation, you know, I would never harm you in any way."

Despite keeping your eyes to the ground, avoiding Freddy's glowing blue gaze, you heard him loud and clear. And you knew he was right. He would never hurt you, nor would the other animatronics try to hurt you. They may try to scare you, for the fun of it, but it goes against all of their programs to ever hurt a human!

You felt dumb for being so frightened of them. Letting the thoughts soak into your mind, you relaxed in your seat. The death-grip that had previously been constricting your Chica plush finally releasing. And you let out a short exhale of hear. 

"I know it's stupid," You grumbled out, and started to explain your fear to the robotic bear. "I don't even know how to explain it. You're all so uncanny, and life-like, and large.."

You could have sworn, at your words, Freddy seemed to sadden.

That was exactly what you were talking about! The robots were built in with special, sociable capabilities. Allowing them to react to certain situations in different ways. And it was absolutely horrific. Knowing that their reactions to what you said could be literally anything.

 

Back in the other restaurants, the ones that did not have as much time and money put into them. The animatronics could only feel one thing; happiness. You could go right up to one of those animatronics and say; 'I think you look so fucking stupid and silly.' And then rub pizza on it. And all it would only respond with its programmed, happy responses! But if you did that here? Only God knows what kind of words would come out of the animatronics mouth. What kind of emotion it would feel. How it would react to the harsh actions.

 

Glamrock Freddy's mouth opened for a brief moment, before clipping shut once again. 'Do they not consider me.. at the least bit human?' Freddy questioned, looking down at his large, robotic hand. He knew he was not a human, that was silly! But.... he certainly felt like one. Or at least, as close as he could get to a human. They were right in thinking he was just some large, idiotic robot bear. That all his mannerisms were programmed into him, and, he is only him because he was made like that. But he knew he was so much more than that. He was learning things far beyond his programming. So much so that, he basically wasn't the robot Fazbear Entertainment made him to be. No, he was so much more than just a robot. The same things had happened to Roxy, and Chica, and Monty. It wasn't in Monty's nature to be aggressive, he had learnt that. Chica wasn't supposed to eat food, she'd observed, and learnt that. And Roxy wasn't supposed to be insecure, she'd listened and learnt it. It truly did hurt to be reminded of what he really was. 

Freddy was so caught up within his own self-awareness, that he failed to notice you rambling on and on about your silly little fear next to him. Ears perking up just a bit when he suddenly felt a warm weight drop onto his side. He peered down at your figure, finally relaxed, and closer to him than you had been before. You were comfortable within his presence, and that was enough to tear him away from his own thoughts. 

"I don't know. Maybe I'm being melodramatic." You grumbled out, resting your head against Freddy's arm. "If I keep straying away from them, worrying they'll hurt me. Then I'll never actually know if they will." You kept your eyes trained to the ground, biting your cheek with deep thought. It was true, in all honesty. All you had done since you arrived back home to your father was worry over the pettiest of things.

Would he recognise you? Of course he literally watched your mother birth you.

Will I get lost? No you idiot they have maps.

The animatronics are going to hurt me! If they were dangerous why would they be allowed near children?!

You gave off a soft chuckle to yourself, thinking to how dumb you sounded in your own head. Shaking your head side to side in an arid manner, you heaved a sigh.

Glamrock Freddy seemed to perk his head up at your words, a brand new idea popping into his head. His whole body seemed to jerk up with joy, ears lifting once again as a smile arose to the edges of his lips. "Oh, I have an idea!" He exclaimed in your direction. You craned your neck over in his direction once again, finally leaning back and taking your own space as he got to his feet. "Follow me, (Y/N). I have someone I want you to meet!" The bears arm stretched out toward you. Palm opening, awaiting you to place yours into his, so that he could assist you in getting to your feet. Cautiously, you reached your hand out and took his. Reminding yourself that he would not hurt you.

It appeared as though Glamrock Freddy was not aware of his own sheer strength, as, once again you fell victim to one of his 'kind gestures'. The moment your hand was held within the confines of his much larger ones, you were yanked up onto your feet. Given no time to prepare for the change in level -  you stumbled forward, hitting your head onto Fred's chest. A hard, steel chest. It wasn't a hard hit, but it certainly hurt. You quickly scrambled backward, snatching your hand back from him and rubbing your forehead. A dull ache now forming right where you had been hit.

Freddy's eyes seemed to widen, and he began apologising. Clearly fraught over what he had accidentally done; it had all gone so fast! He didn't even realise what had happened until you tore your body away from his own harshly. "Oh! Superstar, I am truly sorry. I did not realise you would be so easy to lift!" Wait that sounded like an insult, and given the way you peered over to Freddy with a frown. He quickly backtracked on his words. "Ah-- What I meant is-! Human adults are normally hefty! I didn't-!" He was cut off by the sound of your strained laughter. No longer holding a hand over your forehead, you chuckled at the silly animatronic. 

He had always been rather silly. Apologising so sincerely over the littlest of things. That was one of the things you could still vividly recall from your short-lived childhood. 

"Freddy, it's all cool." You spoke, voice admittedly a lot calmer than it had been before. It seemed that you were getting used to his presence, which was something he took joy in. "What was that thing you wanted to show me?" Your giddy laughter was short lived, when the other in the room promptly reached forward and grabbed your hand, grinning in an anomalistic way. Such a way that you couldn't quite figure out what he was thinking behind those eyes - if he thought at all. 

Resisting the tugging of his CPU, begging him to follow ordinary first aid protocols after registering someone as hurt. He started to speak; "You need to cover your eyes first," you opened your mouth to protest against it. However, he quickly shut you down. "It is a surprise! You must cover your eyes so that you don't spoil it." Pursing your lips together, you nodded. You reached down to pick up the Chica plush which had fallen to the floor at your previous endeavours. 

"This better be worth it. Freddy." You humoured him. Trusting him for just this once, with the reminder that Freddy was not programmed to hurt humans. He would not hurt you. You shoved your Chica plush against your eyes and held it there. Stead of using your palm, and risking the urge to peek through and spoil this supposed surprise Freddy had planned for you - you'd use the thick, plush body to block the outside world.  

You felt yourself being tugged forward once again, albeit, a bit more gently this time. It appears as though Freddy was acutely aware of just how much strength he had against you, after having previously yanked you into his hard, metallic frame and almost hurting you. Well actually, he did end up hurting you. But you had insisted you were okay, he was content to listen to that. Despite the voice in the back of his head nagging at him to take you to a first-aid station. 

 

The walk to where Freddy wanted you to be was actually, very long. You'd thought that you had pin-pointed out where the majority of the stuff in the Pizzaplex was, however, you were proven wrong as Freddy guided you throughout what seemed like an eternity of mazes and spaces. You could hear the gentle ambience of arcade music fill your eardrums. It was odd to think just how much the world changed once one of your senses had been taken from you - the ability to see. It meant you listened to things more carefully.

Ears perking at the slightest sound, from the gentle thumping of Freddy's feet against the carpeted arcade flooring. To the gentle whirring provided via the machines that had been littered all across the room. You traced your steps behind Freddy's carefully, aware that one misstep could result in you tripping over and falling face flat against the dirtied floor. You grimaced at the thought. God-knows what has touched that floor. 

You were halted to a stop via a gentle hand on your chest, before Freddy let go of your palm. 

"You can look now," He exclaimed, a soothing sense of joy reverberating through his tone. "We're in the West-Arcade! I assume you have not been here just yet?"

Slowly, you peeled the Chica toy away from your eyes, hugging it to your side wearily. You cast a short gaze at Freddy, lingering over how happy he seemed before your optics began to explore the surroundings. "No, I haven't." You chirruped, a hazy smile threading its way through your face as you took a mental note of where you were. It was a cool looking room; you and Freddy were seemingly stood on a dance floor, the roof had been lit black with pretty glowing white dots - a resemblance to stars. You'd noticed this sort of theme throughout the 'Plex. Large speakers graced the walls right next to a stage. Your eyes trailed up to a large DJ stand--- and oh my god what the fuck is that.

 

Your blood ran cold, shrinking back with immediate and absolute horror.

No words could describe the feeling tearing away at your gut as you lay eyes on what was probably the most, daunting, spine-chilling creature that could have ever possibly been created by man.

The, the thing, peered down at you with the upmost curiosity, head cocking to the side, sort of like a dog - you'd think it was cute, if it was anything else. It was nothing like a dog. It was anything but cute. 

 

You felt bile rising to your throat, breathing slowly becoming more erratic. Oh, oh this one was the one.

You thought Monty was bad?

No, it was this one.

This animatronic was the worst.

You wished uncertain doom on whoever had decided that creating it was a good idea. 

 

Freddy took note of your reaction to the animatronic; sweating, increased heart-rate, irregular-breathing. It appeared as though you were absolutely, horrified of his dear friend. Freddy worked quickly to try and dissuade the forming trigger of your phobia, placing two gentle hands on your shoulders.

"(Y/N)," He called out calmly. You didn't dare tear your eyes away from the animatronic in front of you. "(Y/N). This is the DJ I was talking to you about. DJ Music Man! Or, just DJMM for short." He spoke up once more. This time, he was lucky. Watching as your head slowly, very, very slowly, rotated to his direction. Your eyes wide, panicky. He realised it may have not been such a good idea to bring you here un-warned... but he could make it work. He needed to show you that even the most eerie of animatronics could be friendly. "He is a very nice 'fella, you know."  

You clutched your Glamrock Chica closely, sweaty palms practically squeezing the life out of it. You supposed, the animatronic - DJ, Freddy seemed to call him, was slow and clunky. He didn't appear dangerous, yet fight or flight instincs pooled through your depths. DJ Music Man was a spider-like-animatronic, his plastic-cased body painted a pristine white. Though had grown worn and scratched over time. You wondered why his body was coated in plastic, rather than metal like the other animatronics; cost perhaps? Metal was expensive. And he was huge. He had three lanky legs on each of his side, the two on his sides at the very front multi-purposed into his hands. Speaking of hands, at the end of each leg he had cartoonish plush-white gloves. The DJ's eyes were a deep-set, jet black. Surrounded with a ring of pink. His eyebrows were a thick, blue. The same colour as his cheeks, and the stripe that rested just under his chin. His large nose was pink, and once again matched with the rings around his eyes, and the lipstick that coated his lips. Oh god his mouth. His mouth was a wide, gaping hole. Teeth, designed to look like the keys of a piano. Whilst the inside shone and radiated what appeared to be a pink disco theme. Atop of his head sat a pair of green headphones, to supposedly hint that he was the DJ. And, of course to fit with the elegant theme of Fazbear entertainment, a small, rather cute top-hat. 

You must admit, they put a lot of effort into making this robot. With shaky legs, knees threatening to buckle, you stood your ground. 

'It wont hurt me. It can't hurt me.'

You took to reminding yourself.

Lifting your hand up, you offered DJ Music Man a short wave, to which, he returned gracefully. Lifting one of his long limbs in the air with caution, before waving it right back at you. You eased down a bit, after seeing him return the friendly gesture. Freddy also seemed to allay his prior nerves, his endoskeleton practically melting within its shell confines. 

"(Y/N) is the managers eldest- err, well, only child." Glamrock Freddy rubbed the back of his head awkwardly, introducing the two in a careful way. DJMM is a very extravagant animatronic. Seemingly able to get on with anyone he meets - whilst you, on the other hand, needed to get used to people.. or, animatronics, before you actually enjoyed hanging out with them. 

DJ Music Man simply nodded his large head at Freddy's words. Unspeaking; which only added to the spectral horror surrounding him. 

You offered a short smile. Finally, after what felt like an eternity of silence from your end of the conversation, you spoke up. "It's very nice to meet you Music Man." You grumbled, "Or, uh, DJ?" DJ Music Man nodded at your words, a calming confirmation that he did not mind either name. You could have given him one of the most whacky nicknames to ever stumble past a persons lips, and he would not mind. He was a chill dude.

You peeked over at Freddy from the peripherals of your vision, he grinned enthusiastically, thumbs stuck in the air like a dad encouraging their child at the schools science fair.

"You seem very nice.. I was a bit scared of you at first. But you seem nice!"

You shot the DJ a wider grin, assuring him that you were not afraid. Though, you most certainly were.

 

DJ Music Man nodded his head once again at your words, a garbled static coming from the confines of his DJ set. Your brow cocked at the sudden burst of sound from the so-far silent robot. Freddy's ears perked up at the sound, and he turned to look at you. Smile growing even wider at you. You gave him a confused look. 

"The DJ says he was a little scared of you when you entered!" Freddy chuckled at the turn of events, DJ Music Man following in suit. 

Their laughing left you confused, standing on the spot curiously.

He, was scared of you?

He was six-times the size of you! All he had to do was place a hand over you and bam! Gone! You'd be squashed against the ground like a fruit fly against a kitchen counter. A shiver ran down your spine at the thought. It was something you would need to avoid. 

You were tugged away from your thoughts, when a large, gloved hand placed in front of you. Palm upwards. You gazed up at who the large hand belonged to, meeting eyes with the DJ fondly. Glamrock Freddy had already sat himself down on the DJ's hand; the two were just waiting for you to sit down. Hesitantly, you took a step forward, your limbs stiffening up as you slid yourself onto the large animatronics hand. The glove he wore was surprisingly... fluffy? The outer part of the glove was a normal texture, though, you sank into his palm the moment you sat down. Like some sort of memory-foam, with grips at the very tips of his fingers to assure that even with the gloves he could do his job at the DJ stand. Placing a hand down onto his palm to feel its texture, you assumed that they probably made it so flexible to avoid any accidents from happening. 

Almost as if he had read your mind - Freddy took notice of your curiosity toward the DJ's hand material. His smile dropping, before he began to speak. "His hands used to be plastic, like the rest of him. But they changed it, ever since the incident." His words ripped out with a saddened tone. Flicking your eyes over to DJ Music Man, you saw a hint of sorrow within his unmoving face. 

"The incident?"

You questioned, curious as to what could have happened that made Fazbear Entertainment change their animatronic so quickly - normally they would never do that.

 

Incidents would come and go regarding the animatronics;

they held a child's arm too hard and broke it,

they accidentally electrocuted a guest or technician,

they stood on someone's feet and broke half their foot.

But they still, never changed their designs. Never reduced their strength, or made them waterproof to avoid accidents. 

Freddy seemed hesitant in replying to you, ears going down, then up, as he mulled over how to word his sentence. "On the first week DJMM was here.. a little girl seemed to take great interest in him. She was only around five - should have really been in the daycare actually. Her parents were irresponsible for letting her run around such a busy place!" Freddy reprimanded the parents of the child. Hoping that the knowledge of the parents being bad at parenting would tug some of the guilt away from DJMM's shoulders. "She came over to him rather excitedly, and asked for a high five! How can anyone resist a high five? Well.. DJ actually has to from now on. He isn't allowed to high five kids anymore." 

At Freddy's words your jaw dropped, a shiver going down your spine at the thought of what could have happened. You shot your eyes back over to DJ, who's face hovered over the two of you closely. You flinched back at the sudden closeness, you did not realise he had gotten comfortable directly in front of you and Glamrock Freddy. Sympathy began to erupt within your head, a feeling you did not think you would feel toward such a scary animatronic. But you did!

God you felt like you were going insane. Feeling guilt, and sorrow for a robot. The sympathy was quick to stew into a deeper unease as you slowly began to take note of how much personality had been packed into the robots. Even the most unemotive robot such as DJ Music Man expressed a sense of deeper AI, deeper self-awareness. 

"Gosh." You began to grumble, realising that you had been silent for a tad bit too long, leaving an awkward remnant of worry in the air. "I'm so sorry that happened.. You didn't mean it, I'm sure of that." You tried to comfort Music Man, placing a gentle hand on the edge of his palm and rubbing in a soothing manner. You offered the large animatronic a gentle smile. "Nobody expected that to happen, I'm sure the little girl is fine." 

Your words did seem to perk up the large spiders mood. His head lifting up once more happily.

Bubbles blew out from him mouth, over to you and Freddy who sat on his palm. You gazed up at the bubbles with wonder.

They were so pretty. Orbs of rainbow colour liquid, reflecting against all the different little lights around the arcade.

One of the bubbles popped above your head, drenching you in little splats of water. You laughed Grinning at what had happened - and Freddy seemed happy his two friends were getting along. He knew you could do it! 

 

Slowly, his hand reached back out, gently allowing you and Glamrock Freddy to get back to the ground without harm. He was shockingly gentle - though, you supposed it may have not always been like that. Such tenderness was learnt over time, realising he was far too large to be bounding about carelessly as the other animatronics do. 

"It was very nice seeing you, DJ! I will be sure to visit very soon!" Glamrock Freddy waved at DJ Music Man, to which the larger responded with an equally enthusiastic wave. You too, lifted your hand up to wave. Finding yourself growing just a bit more comfortable around him. Freddy was happy to see that. He knew you weren't actually that afraid of the animatronics! 

 

You and Freddy left the West-Arcade not long after bidding goodbye to the DJ, and promising to visit again. The two of you, composed and calm, comfortable within the silence of each other. You had your vision back again, and now, you could cast your gaze across the arcade, eyes lidded tiredly as you gnawed your bottom lip between your teeth. The arcade was very empty, abnormally so. It was odd to see a place that would normally be filled with the laughs and giggles of teens challenging each other, and playing games with each other. The dimly lit, liminal space between arcade rooms was filled with Wet-Floor Sign bots, whom would be accompanied by a Cleaning-Bot each, the two would not stray far from each other. The Wet-Floor Sign Bots stared at you and Freddy as you both walked through the room. Gleaming yellow optics curious, and careful. You sweat-dropped under its gaze. Feeling almost as if it was judging you. And judging you harshly at that.

It made you wonder, back to when you were with DJ Music Man only moments before. In fact, not only with the DJ! Back to only yesterday, with Monty, and then Sun. And only earlier that day, with Freddy; all the emotions they conveyed, anger, sorrow, worry and guilt, it all matched up with that of a humans so, so uncannily. And you hated it. Any normal person would have brushed it off. 'Clever engineering.', they'd claim, buttering up Fazbear Entertainment as this super-tech company, with the ability to create amazingly advanced animatronics out of thin air. But, you weren't ordinary when it came to the simplest task as thinking - no, you always overdid it. And there was no way in hell you were going to brush off how real this new generation of robots were. 

 

Your walking pace began to slow, thoughts,  clouding your head so much so that you lost the sense of navigation you'd previously had. Freddy took note of the change in speed and quickly glanced back to look at you, a concerned expression casting across his features.

 

"Superstar?" He spoke, once again retaining the Nickname that had been programmed into his systems. "Is everything alright? You've slowed down significantly." 

You stopped in your tracks, snapping out of the previous haze-like state to look up at Freddy. He seemed worried. 

"Fred." You started. Your words mumbled out in a hushed manner. A violent yell against the serene silence engulfing the Pizzaplex. Freddy cocked his head at you, stopping in his own tracks a little further ahead. 

"Yes?" 

"Are you-? Can.. can you-" You stumbled over your words, how would you even approach him about this question? 'Hey bestie are you like, alive or something?'. It sounded so rude! If he was alive then he would definitely be offended by the wording.

Freddy seemed worried, scanning your vitals for just a moment he could see that you were clearly stressing over something. 

"Superstar, you know you can talk to me right? We are dearest friends. I would hate for you to hold back questions. Especially if they cause you great worry."

God, you hated that too. How, in an instant they could scan your vitals and know exactly what your thinking, just through how your body reacts to certain emotions. 

You swallowed a lump. Wracking your brain of loose thoughts, mustering up the courage to ask such a bold question. "Freddy.. can you, feel?" Now that caught Freddy off guard, and you could tell. The way his body flinched back, and his eyes seemed to widen just that bit more. Given the context, it was not the reaction you were looking for. 

"What do you mean by that?" He inquired, eyebrows dipping in a suspicious manner.

You kicked your foot against the floor awkwardly. Tension in the room suddenly growing as you mustered up your next reply; "I don't know.. you-- all of you, show such human emotions. Its.. scary." 

 

There was a short silence. 

Nor you or Freddy speaking amongst each other. The only noises that could be heard were the faint jingles and tunes played on loop via the arcade games from the room you'd just left. 

There was a lot Freddy wanted to say to you; to explain to you just what it was like being him. How the animatronics had learnt and developed complex human emotions, but it was all too much to explain. And he did not quite know where to start. 

Clipping his mouth open, he finally mustered up the courage to speak, and preach what had been on his mind. 

But, before he could, he got cut off via an alarm ringing from your phone. Quickly, you snatched the object from your pocket. Checking down at it curiously, you gasped. 

"It's one am already??" You seemed panicked at the words your phone displayed. Freddy's ears dropped down, knowing you were about to leave before he could explain anything. "Sorry, I need to go... I promised myself I wouldn't stay out too late." 

It was true. You'd set that alarm for yourself to quickly head back to your fathers office and check in. To see where he was at with his work and ask if you could go home. But it seems that you had gotten distracted with Glamrock Freddy, and the DJ, that the alarm had completely gone over your head. 

"Oh, I see. Well, you best be on your way (Y/N). I will see you around." Freddy waved, bidding you a quick goodbye before you scurried away. 

You were very odd, to Freddy.

You had always been quite the oddball. 

 

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Hauling your ass through the maze you called the S.T.A.F.F. tunnels, you kept your gaze forward. The flashlight of your phone offering little comfort against the jet-black surroundings you'd led yourself into. 

One of your hands fumbled about with a map, whilst the other tried hard to aim the flashlight in a way that would not obstruct your vision, but also let you see the map clearly. 

'Why didn't they just give you a digital map?? It would have been a lot easier.'

You mentally groaned, seeing that you still had another three floors to traipse through before you could reach your fathers office. 

You huffed. Loathing the thought of ever working here, and having to trek the full width of these tunnels every day if you needed to get somewhere. It would surely give you the workout you've been needing. 

For a brief moment, you stopped, leaning against a few boxes as you peered down to the map. Were you lost? Oh, don't say your lost. You clenched your jaw with frustration, realising that you had been following the wrong area of map, and had lead yourself in a completely different direction than what you needed to be in.

You groaned. 

 

Clank...

You paused, lifting your torch off of the map to peer around you. Something had made a noise - as if, metal gently gliding across a concrete surface. 

 

Clank... 

There it was again. Albeit, louder this time. You shone your weak, phone flashlight around your front once again but got nothing. Catching your lip between your teeth nervously, you began to get nerves in your stomach.  

 

Clank...

It was behind you. 

You shot your body around with full velocity, glaring daggers into the endoskeleton caught mid-walk. You wanted to scream, but, your vocal cords fought against you - letting out the faintest whimper of terror.

Had it been following you? For how long? Did you only just notice it? 

The endo's gleaming red eyes shifted from you, to behind you, something behind you had moved.

The action caused yet another stab of anxiety to shoot through your system, and without much thought you whipped your body around once again to check behind you. Flashing your light on another endoskeleton. 

This one was dangerously close. 

It's metal ribcage just a few feet away from your face; arm extended outward as if reaching out to grasp at your shirt collar. You jumped back with shock, only to fall right back into the other endo, who cast down an iron grip to the back of your neck. 

Chills ran down your spine, blood running cold as your breath hitched against your chest. 

 

'Oh, shit.' 

 

Notes:

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Chapter 5: The neverending tunnels.

Summary:

"I heard you can still hear him, late at night... his moans of agony echo through the empty utility tunnels, begging, pleading for someone to end his misery."

"Stop it Roxy your scaring (Y/N)!"

Notes:

Warning!!
There is a bit of violence in this chapter! Not anything too graphic, but I'm giving a warning anyways ;p

Key;
(S/C) = Skin colour

 

Oh god. 

Oh god Oh fuck. 

 

What were you supposed to do in this situation?

And, of all the people this could have happened to, why you?

 

Two endoskeletons situated on either side of your body, their gleaming red optics bore down onto holding nothing more than malicious intent. Around your neck, wrapped a cold, metal hand; fingers clasped tightly in an attempt to keep you in place. Whilst, situated at your wrist, another endoskeleton hand had gripped against you tightly.

You were trapped between the two skeletons, and you couldn't run.

Your gaze flickered between the two at idly, keeping them in place for now, as you thought through how on earth you were to escape.

They had no time to move against your gaze - you were faster than them, after all. The man-made xerox was no use to the speed of nature; your natural agility was no match against their programmed movements, and rusted joints. Though, that did not take away the fact that they were very much stronger than you. The very moment your eyes lingered away from them for more than just a second, they'd be on your tail like hunting dogs tracking down their prey. 

 

And, just to prove your extreme luck, distractions were bound to appear. 

 

Above you, was a large, fluorescent light. Powered off at that moment, began to flicker. The faulty, and exposed wiring that surrounded the utility tunnels buzzed at a constant rate, overworking the facilities generators as they struggled to keep the whole place alight. For being a place that advertised safety for the whole of the family - the underbelly sure was filled with nothing but hazards. From exposed and faulty wiring, to murderous robots roaming the halls. It appeared to be a talent of sorts, for Fazbear Entertainment. Turning a blind eye toward any sort of mishap within their workplace, in favour of keeping the money rolling in. The public seemed to roll along with their half-assed excuses too. As long as parents could shut their kids up with what used to be cheap entertainment and pizza, they were happy. The light above you faltered once again, light, fading in and out momentarily, casting shadows across the small, cramped tunnel, before bringing back light once again. A loud 'snap' echoed through the tunnels as the generators finally managed to fix the issue with the utility tunnel electrics, and you found your senses flooded with light. 

You snapped your eyes shut, nose scrunching up at the sudden attack of vibrant white. Your pupils contracted, the room a colourful, dizzying blur as you got used to the newfound lighting. The vice around your neck seemed to loosen just a bit, the one around your wrist only tightening, and tugging forward. You yelped at the sudden movement, snapping your head up once again to glare at the endoskeleton, who was now trying to drag you through the tunnel with it. In the short moment of surprise, your hand propped open - dropping your phone, and Chica plushie down to the floor. You winced, hearing the clank and crack of your favorite rectangular device hitting the floor.

'The audacity of these things.' You thought to yourself, chewing the side of your cheek between your teeth.

 

Glancing between the two endoskeletons, you pursed your lips.

Now, how were you to get out of this situation?

You had two endoskeletons to keep an eye on, but only one set of eyes to peep out with. At least, the one that had caused your main issue was out of the way; having let go of your neck in order to allow the other one to drag you forward. Fortunately, you had stopped them both in their tracks by craning your head sideways, catching the two in your peripherals. At least you had a proper eye on the both of them now... 

Your heart was in your throat, thumping against your ribcage loudly. Your trembling figure radiated nothing but fear; pure, unbridled horror against the walking scraps of innards that had presented themselves to you. Your legs trembled, knees threatening to buckle underneath your own body weight. You took a few deep breaths, assuring yourself that nothing bad was going to happen. You were safe, you were in the Pizzaplex! Nothing would hurt you in the Pizzaplex. Your dad was very strict against safety rules, he made sure every staff member followed them! But... you weren't a staff member, nor were you up against staff members. The cold vice holding your hand was far from the warmth a human hand would exude. It was icy, emotionless. It not care for you. 

Your breathing became more erratic, once again, for the second time that night you felt as if your life was at stake. The first time had been a complete misunderstanding! DJMM was a very nice character to meet, and you were glad to have gotten to spend time with him, however, these endoskeletons did not radiate the same, friendly attitude. You did not want to spend time with them.  

 

Wriggling your hand against the endoskeleton gently, you tried to tug your limb back. Trying so, so hard to regain your previous freedom. It wouldn't let go. It was determined to keep you confined with its grasp.

You tried again, however, this time your attitude held an angrier vigour, equally intent as it was to peel your limbs away from it. You yanked your hand against it, gritting your teeth together persistently.

 

It wouldn't budge. 

 

For just a moment, you forgot about the endoskeleton behind you - snapping your head over to the one that had caught your wrist, and placing your other hand over its. You wedged your fingers against its own, and attempted to pry its metallic digits away from you. You'd applied so much pressure to its own hand, that your fingers began to turn white. 

Once again, they did not budge. You felt a shiver creep up your spine, a large shadow looming over where you stood. You gasped with exasperation, remembering the other endoskeleton behind you. Your head snapped to the other side, gazing up at the hunk of metal. It glowered down at you, unimpressed.

 

Suddenly, a yelp left your throat, turning into a shrill cry as you felt the endoskeleton behind you tighten its grip. It's fingers dug into your skin painfully, soft flesh breaking underneath the sharp, press of metal. You could just feel the bruise forming beneath its cold, instinctual hand. 

In an act of caught up frustration against trying to escape the animatronics, you spun around to the one holding you in place, reaching out to it and grabbing against its chest. It was a meek attempt in trying to get it away - like a child pushing against an older siblings chest, but, it appeared as though the heavens had opened up to you side. In some sort of miracle, your hand caught against a piece of loose wiring affixed to its chest, ripping it out of place as you retracted your hand, only to go back in and slam your hand against its metal ribcage once again.

Sparks shot from the endoskeletons chest, where you had just yanked out what you assumed to be a vital performing part. Its grip contracted, loosening, tightening, loosening, and tightening again. It's head and jaw twitched in its place. You took advantage of its spasms, taking your limb back before shooting down the corridor, wasting no time in getting away from the two. 

As if on que, the buzzing from the wires you sped past increased, the lights above your heard quickly snapping off one by one throughout the utility tunnels.

Your blood ran cold, any ounce of hope in surviving the night dissipating.

You could hear it, oh god you could hear it. 

There was only one this time however, the second one still preoccupied trying to figure out what you had done to it. You doubt that you had actually pulled out anything vital - you'd probably just startled it. Your expression dropped, slowing your pace down to peer behind you. The one following you stopped in its tracks, caught in the act of trying to chase you.

'They're so dumb, if they stop every time I look at them.' You mused to yourself, taking careful, slow steps backward. You almost wanted to laugh at it, pity it for following such stupid rules; only moving when not being looked at. 

The encounter was surely, odd. To put it at that. You'd seen the endoskeletons before, only a day prior, when you were hanging out with Sun in one of the maintenance rooms.

It did not seem that interested in you, at the time; though you were very much interested in it. Afraid, or curious? At the time, you could certainly claim to have been more than afraid of the creatures. But, now, with the hindsight that the capability of complex thought had gifted you, you knew that you were certainly curious. Perhaps that was what had pissed them off? The endoskeleton was just trying to go along with its day, and you disturbed it. Peering out into the staff corridor, and staring at it for what felt like hours. Though in truth was probably only a few minutes. What if it had places to be? You laughed at the thought. They were just robots - they didn't have any sort of agenda to their lives. They simply did what they were programmed to do. 

A sudden unease filled your gut at the thoughts that flooded your brain. 

They were just doing what they were programmed to do.

 

So... why were they attacking you?

That certainly could not have been programmed into them. 

 

Perhaps it was some sort of security protocol. The only times you had every actually seen them were at night after all; it was totally plausible. The idea soothed your buzzing nerves. 

 

 

You had been walking backwards for a little while now, so much so, that the endoskeleton that had originally been following you was out of sight. Enveloped within the cloud of darkness that dusted the surrounding walls - every so often, you could still see the faint flicker of its gleaming, red eyeballs. They turned static against your gaze, a subtle sign that despite being basically out of sight, a simple glance in their direction halted their prior movements. You stood still for a brief moment, listening, to the silence that surrounded you. It was dark, in this area of the utility tunnels. Shadows, cast upon the walls and objects that surrounded you. It made the place a whole lot more eerie than what it had originally been during the day - when it was filled to the brim with workers and staff alike. The dreaded silence, overcome with a feverish haze of darkness, made you regret not spending time there during the day. At least, if you had bothered spending a day there, you might have remembered some sort of way through the tunnels, rather than aimlessly wandering about and hoping you did not bump into any endoskeletons. 

'I need to run.' You decided, absent mindedly taking a few steps backward. 'If I've got any hope in getting out of here alive, then i need to get away from them. Now.' 

 

Taking a sharp breath inwards, you jolted to the left. Snapping your feet, and gaze, away from the endoskeleton quickly, your feet dragged you forward in a speedy run.

Making a break for it through the foggy gloom, it took all your body strength to haul over the many objects that littered the halls - large boxes awkwardly placed in the centre of the corridors, random trinkets that had fallen to the ground, all poised a hazard to you as you desperately tried to escape the prying grasps of endoskeletons. 

Whom were getting closer, you could tell. Listening to the clunking sounds behind you, the thrashing of metal slamming against metal as they decimated the obstacles in their way; something which you, if you weren't careful, would surely become. Tears bubbled up at the edges of your eyes, rolling down your cheeks as they became steaming streams of salted distress. Your breathing was erratic, every breath you took wracked with another sob - both the adrenaline, and fear running through your veins mixing up in one big jumbled mess of confidence, and pure trepidation. The more you ran, the more you needed to breathe, this lead to more tears. The tears closed up your throat and you could feel yourself getting dizzy. 

 

Your vision hazed over as the adrenaline pumping through your system wore thin. Your legs wobbled, feet landing against the ground in uneven spots. Instead of jumping over the obstacles in your way, you decided it would be better to simply push them aside, or, if they were too large to be pushed away, to guide yourself around them. Careful not to trip over your own limbs. Heavy clunks sounded throughout the area, a signal that the endoskeletons were getting closer, a signal that you needed to get the hell out of there.

 

Chewing your bottom lip, you peered around the room. There wasn't much you could see amongst the darkness. Your pupils expanded trying to take in the little light you had. Losing your phone a little ways back, along with the lights going out, meant you needed to navigate your not so nimble body through the dark. Easier said than done, when you weren't being chased by killer animatronics.

 

You rounded a corner, no longer running from the endoskeletons behind you, rather, you had chosen to try and conserve the little energy you had left over from your outburst. And though sobs still threatened to release themselves from your compressed chest, you kept them down. Holding your breath to keep yourself silent.

You pressed yourself against a wall, body shaking violently with unbridled emotion. You watched as the endoskeletons rounded the corner - a red glow, the only source of light reflecting against the walls. A small part of you was grateful of the dim lighting provided from the robots, your eyes finally able to gaze at the surrounding areas - making sense of what you had previously been struggling to get around, but, another part churned with dread, knowing what would come if you let the lights get too close to you. 

Further pressing your body into the wall behind you, you felt your back hit something pointy. The dread that was slowly edging into your system, only pooled further upon feeling the uncertain object prod against your back - it was cold to the touch, a metal object. It was long, and straight, it dipped against your weight. You twisted your head to look at whatever was touching you, only to gasp with surprise. A door! Your back had pressed against the door handle, a singe of hope burned through your body, wasting no time in grabbing the handle and pushing the door open.

It whined in protest to being swung open to violently, but, you did not make haste; diving into the room and slamming the door shut behind you. You once again pressed your body to the door, however, this time it was not out of fear, or the subconscious urge to hide yourself from danger. It was the need to keep the danger away. Out of your field of vision.

Without a doubt, you had been too careless in entering the room, rather aggressively swinging the door open and closed. If the endoskeletons had not already taken note of your trembling figure hugged against the wall, then they had definitely noticed you now. You silenced yourself, sucking in a breath, only to hold it in place. Your hearing perked at the sound of multiple sets of feet; one pair, two pairs... three pairs? Four! There were more than there had been previously! It was as if they were multiplying. A weight placed on the door handle from the other side, meekly attempting to tug it down and open up the door, you were not having that. You yanked the handle back up, not giving out as you stopped the endoskeletons access to your little hiding spot. Fortunately, the endoskeletons did not try to pester you any further than that. The grip on the other side of the door eventually fleeting back. You could hear the clunks of their footsteps as they continued on with their night. 

 

You let out the breath that you had been holding in, finally able to relax, and calm yourself of the experience that you were unfortunate enough to have. What was it with this place? Why were the animatronics so keen on pestering you! It was as if you could not have a single moment alone, to yourself. As if some unknown force was shoving you into situations you didn't want. 

You brought your hand to your face, dragging it from your forehead down to your chin. The action was accompanied by an annoying groan.

Now that you thought about it, adding common sense to the situation; it was in fact, most likely that the reason they were trying to grab and chase you is that they had some sort of 'security mode'. Why else would they be allowed to roam the halls at night otherwise? They were just endoskeletons, the divine material used to fill the husks that was the animatronic casing. They were bland, cold, hunks of metal, with little to no personality, because, well, they had not yet been given the personality chips. Nor had they been given the shell that declares them an animatronic. There was no reason for them to be active. Naturally, the only reasonable answer was that they were activated at night to kick people out.

Only staff members were confined to the utility tunnels, if the endoskeletons scanned someone that had not yet been uploaded to the staff databases, they were programmed to drive them out of the tunnels.

The conclusion brought you peace. You recalled back to when one of the endoskeletons tried to drag you somewhere. You liked to think it was to the closest security bot or officer. The thought that they may have been trying to take you anywhere else brought the most horrific form of dread to the pit of your stomach. 

Your legs wobbled, and soon enough, your knees were buckling underneath you. Too weak to hold your own body up now that the rush of adrenaline had gone. The sobs that you'd pushed back finally took hold of your body, chest heaving up and down in a feverish manner, as a loud scream wrangled its way out of your throat - like a stray worm from a can of bait. Your body had been running at fifty miles-per-hour, your mind, lagging back at ten. The surge in epinephrine throughout your body had made it so that all pain was nothing but a dull tingle against your skin, but now that you'd finally caught up to yourself. Now that your body was steady, and calming down from the rush of emotions swirling throughout it. You could feel every little bit of sharp, excruciating pain that wracked your build.  

Your limbs ached - especially your legs, which had not so gracefully dragged you through the tunnels at what felt like light speed. Your wrists also hurt, from heaving your full weight over boxes and fallen instruments. But what hurt the most, what killed you the most, was your right wrist. You peered down, frowning at the sight before you; the skin had splotched up in a dark purple, a deep contrast to the once (S/C)-colour that lingered the area, you just knew it would bruise up badly. There were small indents in your skin, where the endoskeleton had held onto you a little too hard. It appeared as though the endoskeletons sharp fingers had lightly grazed your skin, opening up a small wound, where blood seeped onto the warm surface of your skin. It wasn't too much, but, it was enough for the red-liquid to dribble down your arm in a short stream. The stream was most likely a result of not clearing the blood when there had only been a small bit - it would most likely have not developed into such a stream if it had been cleared properly the very moment it had opened up. You grazed your fingers over the bruising area, wincing at the burning sensation that soon enveloped your wrist. The pain danced across your joint prestigiously, shooting up to the palm of your hand, and down to the crease of your arm. 

 

You took a deep breath, heaving your body off of the ground carefully - the door, an aid in your efforts. You wobbled on your own two legs, clicking your tongue at the top of your mouth once you'd managed to hold yourself up. 

"I need to get to a first aid station." You grumbled out, mostly to yourself - completely unaware of the ears perking up at the sound of your voice. Unaware of the presence nearby that listened to what you were doing intently. You continued to grumble to yourself over miniscule things; how dirty you had gotten from all the running, how you were tired, how confusing the tunnels were. One thing that caught your mind was the first aid stations - you had seen lots within the utility tunnels, before you'd lost your only source of light and had gotten chased down by killer animatronics. Venturing back into the tunnels was not the first thing on your mind at that current moment, no, you'd much rather go back into the open Pizzaplex, there, your only risk was getting lost somewhere you weren't supposed to be.

'There's probably at least a few first aid stations somewhere in the atrium.' You thought, chewing on the side of your cheek idly. 'It only makes sense to have a few out in the main area.' Pushing yourself away from the wall, you made haste in getting out of the dimly lit utility tunnels. Arms held out in front of you blindly as you searched for another exit. You did not fancy going through the same one that you had entered the room first. Fortunately, you did manage to navigate a new door; just at the opposite end of the room, behind what you assumed to be a screen-wall.

You were inside what you thought was a storage room. You could feel your hands brush across a lot of boxes, spare parts, shelves and plushies. Before they made their way over to the screen-wall, and found their way around it. God, you looked like a mole - swaying your hands in front of your body almost violently in search of something that could help you. 

A grin made its way across your face when you felt your hand place on the door, using both palms to touch up its edges and find the handle, which you made quick work to open up. You darted out the door with such a speed it put the flash to shame, but you were cut short; your whole body slamming back into a cold, metal wall. The force of impact sent shots of pain throughout your body, startling you back to the ground once again. Your vision hazed, and it took you a few moments to regain your senses after the impact. 

 

You hesitated, for a moment, keeping your gaze glued to the ground - at the feet that stood before you. It was too dark to see what, or, who they belonged too. But there was one thing you knew for sure, they weren't human. They were far too large, and far too clawed to belong to a human. Upon seeing their grey facet, tipped with large claws, only one thought paced through your mind; You've been found. Slowly, you tore your gaze away from the ground, lifting your head up to look at the animatronic laid out before you. They were big, bigger than the endoskeletons that was for sure. Their features were masked amongst the shadowing darkness, barely a silhouette was visible. If it weren't for the gleaming, yellow optics beaming down at you tensely, you probably would not have picked up on anything being there. 

The gentle sound of whirring, and clicking from the robots machinery as it tried to figure out why you were there sounded throughout the mostly quiet room. You might have heard it, if the sound of your own pounding heartbeat didn't occupy your senses. Slamming against your chest violently, it was almost as if you had ran a mile in just the span of a few minutes. Your heartrate only increased when the animatronic took a step forward, large, clawed hand reaching out to grab at you. Your eyes widened at the attempt, shuffling backward where you sat - your legs kicked in its direction, hands aiding your meek escape. 

Your attempts at fleeting came to an abrupt stop when your body hit the screen-wall behind you. Blood running cold, you gazed up at the animatronic helplessly. It appeared to register your fear, a brisk thought ran through your head, just a thought. A thought that perhaps after registering that you were afraid of it, it would leave you alone. But oh no, what it did was worse. So, so much worse. 

It seemed to take joy in your fear, its bottom eyelids rising in a Cheshire grin. It took more steps forward, the ground practically shaking beneath its weight. It lifted its clawed hands up and reached out to you, jaw clipping open once again, it prepared to jump at you. You pressed your body against the screen behind you involuntarily, natural survival instincts kicking in as your body registered what was about to happen. A loud, robotic screech ripped through the air, it lunged forward at you, ready to bite. Your hands lifted up in front of your face, as if, in comparison to the robots large stature, they would do anything to stop it. You clamped your eyes shut, a choked scream now leaving your throat. It's mouth snapped shut right in front of your face, before it leaned and placed a hand on its chest, the other reaching down to sit at their hip, the shrill shriek that had once left its voice box now replaced with an evil cackle. Your whole body shook vigorously, pressed against the screen-wall with your knees to your chest, hands held out in front of you weakly. You felt hot tears bubble at the edges of your eyes, threatening to spill at any moment. A horrified expression had been plastered across your face, you looked as if you had just seen some sort of ghost!

 

 

"You should of seen your face! Bahah!" The animatronic babbled out between huffs of laughter. It doubled over on itself, clearly happy with the efforts it had made in riling you up. You peeled your eyes open, still unable to see them clearly through the embedded darkness of the utility tunnels. "Lord, I knew you were a scaredy-cat, but, that much? Gaha!" But, by the stars, you recognised that voice. Your brows furrowed at her, clearly frustrated that she had almost given you a heart attack.

 

 

"Roxanne!" You growled, heaving your limp body off of the ground; now filled with a feverish anger toward the robot. At least she wouldn't try and kill you, on purpose. On accident? Maybe. If she kept jumping out at you like that in the dark then it is very possible she would. 

Roxy grinned down at you cockily, placing her hands on her hips and steadying herself once again, now that her fit of laughter had ended. "Just say; 'Roxy'. It's easier, Rockstar." The wolf addressed you with the nickname programmed into her CPU - a soothing reminder that no matter how much they tried to scare you, they were just robots. You let out an exhale, not realising that the whole time you had been holding your breath. 

The situation was tense. Your muscles refusing to relax, not when a seven-foot robot loomed above you in such a menacing way. You took a few careful steps forward, eyeing up Roxy before making your way past her and into the room that she had previously been blocking. To no surprise, the room was just as dark as the room you had previously been in. Luckily for you though, the room was mostly vacant. The large objects and hinderances that had previously littered the utility tunnels no longer present, the room that you were stood in was sort of a passage; a vacant area between the storage cupboard, and to wherever the doorway opposite you lead. From what you could tell, the walls had been painted red, four figures had been plastered atop of the paint. A goofy representation of the companies four mascots - starting with Freddy, moving to Chica, then Roxy, and finally Monty. You had to stifle a laugh when observing Monty's cartoonish mural, they made him look so silly!

You waved your hands out in front of you once again, feeling around the room for the door that you had previously taken note of. The gloom that had spread across the room did nothing to help your navigation, and, it was only when you heard the loud footsteps of Roxy behind you, that you may have been taking a bit too long to find the door, which had been so painfully obvious, just across the room from you. A short 'click', sounded through the room, the sound was followed by a short electric buzz, the singular light bulb above you sparked to life; light danced across the surfaces around you. Each corner of the room was filled with its hypnotising sway, chasing away the gloomy shadows as if they were monsters threatening the very existence of life. 

You flinched at the sudden brightness provided by the small, flickering bulb. Your pupils dilated at the flood of light, you reached your hands up to rub at your eyes, temporarily blinded after having been so used to the dark. Colours swirled across your vision hazily. You peeled your gaze away from your hands and looked over to Roxy, who stood at the far corner of the room, arms crossed over her chest. One brow had risen curiously, but, despite her seemingly confused demeanour, nothing could beat the cocky grin that had spread across her face. She was stood next to a light switch. It wasn't even as if the light switch was hidden away behind curtains, or boxes, it was very, very obvious - a cord, dangling from the ceiling. White in colour, with a large bead at the bottom of it. Your frown thickened at the sight. How could you be so dumb as to not notice it, or, not bump into it at least once?

Your lips pursed together quietly, a short huff leaving your nostrils. Roxy seemed to take joy in your frustration, stepping another short few steps forward. She eyed you curiously, glistening yellow optics scanning your figure. Her ears cocked with interest, now turning her attention to your dishevelled state. You really did look a mess, your hair stood on end, beads of sweat seemed to rest on your forehead after the hard cardio you'd just endured. Though no serious implications had been done to your body, the purple bruise, and blood that littered your wrist seemed to startle Roxanne - she was not expecting to see such an injury after turning on the lights. Your heart was beating rather roughly in your chest, though, not in the typical way after experiencing something startling, no, you were outright horrified, added onto the burning adrenaline that had once run rampant through your system, she was surprised you had not yet strained the strings within your heart. 

"Woah, did you get into a fight or something?" She asked, taking a few more steps toward you. Her hand reached out to grasp at your hurt wrist, however, she hesitated, when she saw you flinch backward. She knew you were afraid of the robots, and, at the very least she respected boundaries. But.. in a situation where you were hurt, her CPU was practically begging her to help you out. She continued toward your wrist, gently grabbing it and bringing it toward her face for further inspection. 

You let out a hiss of pain at the sudden contact, the burning sensation shooting up and down your arm once again. "Yeah.. sort of? It's a long story." Your words grumbled out quietly, settling back in your skin after you'd registered that she was not actually trying to hurt you. 

"Oh, I see."

She stepped backward, stretching her limbs above her forehead before turning to walk past you. You watched her walk over to the door that lead to the exit of the room, her padded paw gripping onto the door-handle, slowly bending it down and pushing the door ajar. The door whined in protest at her action, the clear sign of neglect not failing to spark concern within your mind. You'd noticed that within the utility tunnels, a lot of wiring seemed to be exposed, and a large portion of important areas were overlooked in terms of maintenance and care. You worried for the health of these workers. 

Roxanne paused, snapping her head back around to look at you once again. She deadpanned at the sight of you, stood in the middle of the room thickly, head clouded with thoughts. She cleared her throat in your direction, snapping you out of your foggy thoughts and catching your attention onto her once again.  "You coming or what?" She spoke clearly. Her tone suggesting that what she had asked was not actually a question, but rather a demand. You were going to be following her, you didn't have much of a choice in this. 

The two of you moved out of the cramped storage room, and into the next room. Which, was surprisingly Rockstar Row; a museum like area within the Pizzaplex, that held the animatronics Green Rooms. You'd only really been in there a few times, once when Freddy, Chica and Roxy were taking you to Monty Golf, and another time when your father was rushing you through the 'Plex, excited for you to be visiting him at his work. You bit the side of your cheek, gazing across the surrounding area. 'At least this room was decently lit.' You thought. Though it was still dark, the large tunnel was lit exceptionally well with flashy neon signs and spotlights aimed at the many artefacts they had on show. The centre of the large tunnel was carpeted with a deep black colour, coated nicely with pretty neon shapes and colours - kind of like a British school bus. Lining up this carpet were the many different trinkets and devices that had been salvaged and collected throughout the years of Fazbear Entertainment - the gadgets corresponding with the specific animatronics; Glamrock Freddy had Freddy themed artefacts, Glamrock Chica had Chica themed heirlooms, Roxanne had Foxy themed memoirs, and Monty had Bonnie themed relics. Each section of the hall was marked with a golden statue of the corresponding character. And bright neon signs listing the mascots name and face. The room was rather blinding, especially within the midst of the night. When your eyes were at their most vulnerable. 

Gazing across the relics in front of you, you took note that the latest date they go back by was 1975. Roxy followed you through the room, seemingly not-minding the time you took staring down the different antiques kept within the confines of their plastic cases. 

Staring down at a display case, you hummed. Within the confines of the case was a small cupcake, pink frosting coating its upper half, and dull, brown wrapper keeping its bottom half together. The eyes were a wide, bright blue, staring forward at a constant angle. On top of the cupcakes head was a small, fake candle. Constantly alight - the only remnant of all the parties it probably experienced back in the day. The cupcake had been worn down over time from use, the blue paint coating its bulging plastic eyes, scratched and chipped. The tip of its candle had worn down, and was not nearly at tall as it would have been. Seeing the cupcake in such a state almost saddened you. After years and years of presumable use, it was only thrown away in the end, salvaged and then thrown into this glass cage. Now prodded and poked at by countless children, gazing in awe as if it was some sort of prehistoric artefact. 

Your eyes trailed down to the tag just beneath the cupcake, glossing over the basics; 'The original Mr. Cupcake, situated at the New and Improved Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. 1987.' You were content with the answer you had received, taking a short step back, only to hit something large, and metal. You let out a short yelp, spinning around on the spot, to be greeted with a pink abdomen. 

You really needed to be more aware of your surroundings.

Glamrock Chica towered over you with a wide smile, Roxy stood not far from her, with an equally joyous grin spread across her own maw. It appeared as though whilst you were distracted with the relics outside Chica's Green Room, the bubbly chicken had taken notice of you and Roxy nearby and had come out to see what all the commotion was about.

"Hello Chica-" You greeted, yelping as the pink robot enveloped you into a bone crushing hug. Chica was known to be all huggy and touchy. You winced, all the air being pushed right out of you. 

"Hello!!" Chica repeated your greeting, promptly putting you back to the floor, before placing her hands on her hips. She shifted her gaze down from you to the display case, a longing look taking over her features - eyes coating with an emotion akin to fondness. 

"Gosh, I've always been so curious as to what the others used to be like." She murmured, her eyes not leaving the cupcake once. "The other locations! And the other.. me?" 

The idea seemed to confuse Chica. The idea that there were multiple versions of her, that she was not, herself, it seemed to flood her brain with thoughts and queries as to just what she was. Her optics remained on the display case, caught in a sort of haze against her own awareness. Roxanne did not seem to struggle with the same thoughts, such things did not concern Roxanne. She was new. She was the one, the only, Roxanne. A rare gem against the countless Freddy's, Chica's and Bonnie's that had been formed through Fazbear Entertainment. 

You nodded your head toward the two robots solemnly. Letting a meek smile encase your features. 

"I'm sure they were just as lovely as you, Chica." Your comfort did not go unnoticed by the chicken, who, upon hearing your words, bounced up with a mechanical glee. 

Suddenly, she stopped. Her body jolting in place as a sudden realisation hit her hard - like someone had whacked her in the back of her head to speed up her thought process. 

"Wait, what are you two doing here?" She piped up, her gaze cast over to Roxy. Who was stood closer to the two now. "Isn't it a bit late?" 

Roxy chuckled at Chica's concern, swiftly moving to your side and placing a rough hand on your shoulder. "I'm taking (Y/N) to a first aid station, they hurt their wrist." She pointed down to your arm, which had been resting at your side idly. Chica's eyes followed where Roxy was pointing, landing down on your arm; she expressed a squeak of concern. 

"Oh! Come with me!" 

She took a step next to you, placing her hands on your shoulders and giving a gentle squeeze, before guiding you toward her room. "I'm pretty sure I've got some in my room." 

"Ah," You started, the weak smile spread across your face not faltering - you were grateful, that the two of them were so caring. But you couldn't help but feel weak at your knees as the two displayed strength no human could ever hope to achieve; heaving your body along with them with little to no effort whatsoever. "Thank you, Roxy, Chica." 

"It's nothing really." Roxy spoke up, her cocky voice cutting through the conversation smoothly. "You just owe me, for like, life." She grinned down at you, and you couldn't help the short laugh that left your throat. 

Your smile turned to something more genuine. The nerves previously worming away at your chest, and gnawing at your thoughts had wriggled away and made space for a feeling of genuine safety, bringing along with it joy. Now that you weren't being chased by rabid endoskeletons, you were able to take a moment and appreciate just how friendly, and jokey the robots were.

"Really? Oh, I better start working then!" You retorted, giving into Roxy's ploy. The wolfs grin only widened, as she and Chica dragged you into the chickens room. 

 

"Here we are!" Chica exclaimed, letting go of your shoulders the moment you'd made it inside safely. She navigated her way over to her vanity, opening up one of the draws and rummaging about for something, presumably, a first aid kit. 

The room presented to you was blindingly pink; the walls plastered with an obnoxious shade of taffy. Just like Freddy's room, it had been decorated with merchandise galor, small and large plushies of Chica littering the floor and couch, the walls were decorated with neon signs advertising their name, and cartoonish portraits of the presented mascot. Her vanity was also a shade of pink, though this time it was a bit duller - feeding into the theme nicely. Bright lights lit around the edges, and the desk it sat atop of had been littered with old bits of paper, cans and cups. In fact, the whole room had veen absolutely devastated with litter! It wasn't noticeable at first, you had to admit, but upon closer inspection you came to realise just how much garbage had been crammed into the corners, pizza boxes stuffed under branded blankets, old newspapers shovelled behind couch cushions. It appeared as though her garbage eating antics she performed at night clung to her when she headed back to her room and ended up devasting her 'display area'. As they called it. She had to hide all the rubbish behind everything as to not alarm customers of her dirty habits.

You traipsed forward just a bit, lifting your foot over a red bowling ball that had been placed on the floor obnoxiously, before moving over and sitting down on the couch. Cautious as to not accidentally sit on some cold pizza slices. Roxanne plopped down next to you, abliet, less cautiously. She didn't seem to care about getting her body dirty, though, you knew that she would throw a fit if any grease or cheese got onto her. 

After having grabbed what she wanted from the drawer in her vanity, Chica moved over to the two of you swiftly, her beak twisted into a sweet, and caring smile. She always had been the sisterly animatronic - the local sweetheart, out of all the mascots. Though Freddy came at a close second, nothing could beat the caring energy Chica seemed to radiate from her very being. 

The pink animatronic bent down in front of you, levelling her eyes with your arms so that she could see the wound that had been inflicted. She winced at the sight; "How did this happen?" She questioned, before turning to Roxy with a scowl. "Were you rough-housing again? You were warned not to do that with humans! Remember last time?" 

Roxy turned sheepish, her ears drooping down with embarrassment. She rubbed the nape of her neck, shaking her head idly on the spot. "No, actually. It wasn't me this time! I just sort of.. found them, what did happen?" The attention of both of the robots was once again on you. The two of them peering down with curious gazes. 

You supposed you could tell them. It wasn't some sort of secret, whispered only to deaf ears. And they deserved some sort of explanation, after having seen the wound on your arm. Chica fumbled about with the first aid kid in her hands, getting quick to work. The animatronics database was packed to the brim with all the medical knowledge they needed, from oncoming heart-attacks, to the smallest of papercuts. They'd know what was wrong with you in seconds, from just observing your figure. Chica was relieved to know that the bruise and cuts on your wrist were nothing serious, and would heal in only a few days. 

"I was trying to find my dad, in the utility tunnels. When a few endoskeletons tried to attack me." You grumbled, you let out a sharp hiss at the feeling of antiseptic getting placed on your cuts. Chica mumbled out an apology, not wishing to hurt you. 

"They attacked you?" Roxy questioned, her brow rising. She crossed her arms over her chest once again, leaning back in her seat with a short hum.

"Tried to." You corrected, "I got out, mostly, unharmed. But they gave quite the chase." 

Chica seemed to frown at your words, retracting her hands back toward herself. She reached back into the first aid kit, and began fumbling about loosely with its contents once more. She began to utter words of displeasure under her breath; "Those endoskeletons. They're always hurting humans, for no real reason! They're so careless." Though the dismay she felt was minimal, it was rare to ever see the chicken get worked up over such simple things. She was a real good liar. If grotesque thoughts of anger, or hatred ever bubbled up within her CPU, she was quick to thicken her sweet persona. Sometimes, her friends were able to tell just what she was truly feeling simply by how nice she was being in that moment. 

You watched idly as she brought out some plain, white bandages. Swathing your arm with the binds carefully, her touch gentle against your skin, as to not startle the now sensitive nerves flushed against your skins peak. Blood oozed through the first few layers of dressing, the material too thin to fight against your bodies ichor. But, as more and more layers were applied, no remnants of the wound could be seen underneath. Chica had done a pretty good job at fixing you up, and you were very grateful for her services toward you. 

Roxanne thought for a moment, her tail swishing from side to side curiously. "Aren't that newer batch of endoskeletons infected with tha' virus thingy?" She started, her words came out cautiously, yellow optics gazing down at the other two carefully - the whole 'virus', that was going around the animatronics was a sensitive subject. Not only because it was the reason they had lost one of their best friends, but also because it could hit any one of them next. The thought was horrible. They'd have to watch, as their friend, and fellow co-workers mind got taken over from the bug. Their once sparkling and unique personality-chip wearing down and deuterating into something entirely new, something horrid and evil. They'd be forced to watch as malevolent intent overtook their thoughts and they could only harm those around them. It had happened before, and they knew, it would happen again at some point or another. "At least that's what I heard."

You peered down at your newly dressed arm, offering Chica your kindest thanks at her efforts. She truly was a sweetheart. And though she seemed to be her normal self, she was a bit distant; as if something was bothering her. A thought, lingering at the very edge of her tongue. Begging, pleading, to be voiced out. But, with a thick gulp - something you were not aware they could even do, - she held her thoughts back, and continued to smile at you and Roxanne.

"It would make sense." You replied, gently flexing your stiff wrist. Though you knew there was no real damage done, as Chica would have told you so, concern still gnawed away at your thoughts to check up on your wrist yourself. "Why else would they be so... hot-headed." You tried to word your sentence in a nice way, trying not to pinpoint the endoskeletons as the villains. Though, so far they were the only real villains. The endoskeletons, were, in a way, the animatronics siblings. After all, underneath all that glamorised casing and paint, they were all the same. Hunks of metal, jammed to the brim with data and personality. 

"Yeah." Roxy replied, her words simple, but understanding. "Some poor worker will probably stay after-hours and fall victim to 'em. Then they'll get scrapped or something. It happened to Bonnie, after all." She assured you that the issue would be sorted out soon enough. Her words enough comfort for you to calm down from the previous assault, the promise that they would not be there in future was calming. Her last few words were mumbled out quietly. They fell on deaf-ears to the average human, which, you happened to be. But to the other animatronic in the room, with advanced hearing sensors; able to pick up the sound of a child crying from the other side of the Pizzaplex, she heard them loud and clear. And was quite obviously distraught by them. 

"Roxy!" She hissed, her words now hushed in a low tone. She seemed panicked, snapping her head over to the door of her room, and then to the window to make sure nobody was listening to them. "We don't talk about Bonnie, remember?" Her body shifted upright once again, now alert to her surroundings. Your head perked up at the name, you had not heard what Roxanne had previously said, but it was clearly enough to get Chica riled up. This interested you. 

Roxy scoffed, her signature cocky grin returning to her features once more. She leaned back in her seat, crossing her legs over one another, and raising her hands above her head in a stretch. "Come on Chi," She started, "Fred's not here right now, he's not gonna freak out over us chatting about Bonnie." Chica shushed her friend, placing a finger to her beak hurriedly. Her brows knitted together tightly, expressing an emotion you didn't know she had the capability to express. Chica sauntered over to her large, display window. Shutting the curtains quickly, before turning back to the two in the room. 

"I know!" She spoke, her tone still quieter that it had been before. "But-- he might hear us, he's only a few rooms down, remember!" She pointed to her door, brows still furrowed together with growing frustration. She wandered across her room quietly, making sure that all the doors were locked tightly, and that nobody was outside listening in on their conversation. Neither you or Roxy spoke during this interval, watching Chica as she let her paranoia take over. The only sound to waver through the silence, was her heavy footsteps. Metal clanking against the ground with every unique placement of her foot. Soon enough though, her voice broke through the hefty static, bringing back the previous conversation. "We promised we wouldn't talk about him, Roxy."

"Who?" You butted in, cocking a brow at the two girls. An urgent sense of curiosity seemed to bubble up within the confines of your chest; nothing seemed to fit together. From this odd new bug that's been glitching their systems, to their oddly sentient behaviour. You'd be lying if you said it didn't make you question the secrets this company kept behind locked doors. 

Fazbear Entertainment didn't have the best history, after all. Flooded with sudden disappearances, incidents and lawsuits. You'd heard rumours going around, that the original men who'd owned the company went insane. 

Of course those were just rumours! You'd be dumb if you were to believe every little rumour you heard.

"Bonnie." Roxy shrugged her shoulders with a grin, "Freddy gets all p---pissy and sad when we talk about him, so we tend not to bring it up too much." Her words garbled throughout her sentence, buzzing out the attempted curse word. Chica let out a yelp at the sound, reprimanding Roxanne for trying to swear. 

Roxy and Monty were bad influences. 

 

"Oh yeah," You spoke, humming in thought to yourself. "I noticed.. when I asked, the first day I came here, none of you seemed all too interested in talking about him. Neither was my dad, actually... I don't really know what happened, other than the basics." 

What you had said was the truth. You knew barely anything as to why Bonnie had gotten decommissioned so suddenly. He was one of the main animatronics, after all! It would have taken a lot of convincing to replace the main cast, especially Bonnie, who's raging popularity could not have been matched with Montgomery's rising attention. You knew he had destroyed another animatronic, but, whatever had happened must have been bad. In order to get him put out of order for good. You gulped, the thought bringing a familiar sense of unease to the pit of your stomach. At least he wasn't here now. 

It's pretty obvious that you didn't like the animatronics, but Bonnie? Oh you despised him. Whilst the majority of your childhood had turned into a mushy blur of shapes and figures, there was one thing that always stood out to you. Protruding outward like a sore thumb - a cold reminder of your time wasted within the walls of the Pizzaplex. It was Bonnie. Always there, somewhere; whether it be the shadows, around the next corner, or just across the room from you. You always felt his cold magenta eyes on you, the stoic expression that always seemed to hide his face not failing to send a shiver down your spine. He never spoke to you, he never bothered to introduce himself to you, from what you could remember. Only stare, creepily. 

Your lips pursed together in deep thought. 

In truth, you couldn't remember anything from when you were younger. At least, not from your time within the 'Plex. Certain core memories remained within the span of your head, further feeding into your abnormal fear for the robots by reincarnating old memories into horrific experiences. But, other than that, the Pizzaplex had been blacked out. The countless days confined inside merging together into one big, splotchy painting. Some areas were as clear and as crisp as warm spring air, other areas had been hazed or blurred through years of not looking at them, whilst other areas had been taken completely, burnt from the canvas of your mind. And thrown to the ground where you could never look at them again. 

They probably weren't that important though. You were eight, eight year olds eat crayons and rub their snot over each other. There provably wasn't anything important back there. Nope! Nothing significant to the story whatsoever that could have possibly fed into your irrational fear of animatronic.

Chica shrugged her shoulders. "We.. we weren't really told anything either." She grumbled, tone so quiet, you could hear the clicks of her voice box working. She lifted her arms up and wrapped them around herself gently, rubbing the sides of her arms in a means to comfort herself. "We can only assume what happened wasn't good... poor Bonnie. They were so quick to decommission him. We didn't really get to say goodbye." At this, your already prominent frown seemed to deepen. 

 

"Y'know," Roxy started. She used her claw to pick at her teeth, throwing her feet up onto the couch so that she could lean her whole body back even more. "They say you can still hear him, late at night... his moans of agony echo through the empty utility tunnels, begging, pleading for someone to end his misery." 

She jerked her body forward with her words, snapping her jaw shut just as she had done earlier in an attempt to scare you. Your whole body flinched backward at the sudden action.

"Stop it Roxy your scaring (Y/N)!"

Chica scolded the wolf, standing at your side with an angry huff. She crossed her arms over her chest, shaking her head at Roxy, who, in response, cackled. 

"You're so easy to scare! It's so funny!" She pointed toward you, who had shrank back in your seat cautiously, still laughing her tail off. You hadn't even reacted that badly! Sure... you'd shuffled further back into Chica's couch, maybe, there was a lump forming at the back of your throat and perhaps, a shiver ran down your spine. But compared to what you had seen earlier? A little tale was nothing.

"Stop it Roxy!" Chica replied through giggles, her happy demeanour finally returning after having been stole from her moments before. Unlike Roxy and Monty, scaring people was not her first priority - but, she didn't mind a bit of teasing every now and then. Everyone needed to unwind every so often! 

"Hey! I know what we should do." She piped up once again, eyes glossing over with a girlish glint at the idea. Her words piqued the interest of both you and Roxy. "We should go make some Pizzas!! Oh please?! It'll be so much fun I have to promise!" She seemed giddy at her own words, the promise of Pizza all too luxurious for her processor to handle. 

"I'm down." Roxy hummed. "Seems like a good way to chill, are you up for it, Rockstar?" The grey wolf turned to look at you, her once mischievous grin shifting into one of genuine care.

Suddenly, you jolted up in your seat. Patting around your body to try and find your phone, fumbling about in pockets and even searching the surrounding areas. Alas, no phone was found. Then it hit you. You'd dropped it earlier, when grabbed by the endoskeleton. You'd also dropped your Chica plushie! You mentally slapped yourself for being so foolish. Hindsight could be a bitch. 

Now you wouldn't know when your father messaged you! 

Oh well.  

He'd have to come find you.

"Ah, sure. I guess I have a bit of time before I need to go. I can make Pizzas with you two!"

 

Tonight was going to be fun!

 

 

 

 

 

Notes:

Dw! Reader will get to make Pizzas with Chica nd Roxy next chapter :)

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