Blah blah blah, now that might sound bad, I know, but there's really nothing to worry about. Uh, the animatronic characters here do get a bit quirky at night, but do I blame them? No. If I were forced to sing those same stupid songs for twenty years and I never got a bath? I'd probably be a bit irritable at night too. So, remember, these characters hold a special place in the hearts of children and we need to show them a little respect, right? Okay.
So, just be aware, the characters do tend to wander a bit. Uh, they're left in some kind of free roaming mode at night. Uh...Something about their servos locking up if they get turned off for too long. Uh, they used to be allowed to walk around during the day too. But then there was The Bite of '87. Yeah. I-It's amazing that the human body can live without the frontal lobe, you know?
Uh, now concerning your safety, the only real risk to you as a night watchman here, if any, is the fact that these characters, uh, if they happen to see you after hours probably won't recognize you as a person. They'll p-most likely see you as a metal endoskeleton without its costume on. Now since that's against the rules here at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, they'll probably try to...forcefully stuff you inside a Freddy Fazbear suit. Um, now, that wouldn't be so bad if the suits themselves weren't filled with crossbeams, wires, and animatronic devices, especially around the facial area. So, you could imagine how having your head forcefully pressed inside one of those could cause a bit of discomfort...and death. Uh, the only parts of you that would likely see the light of day again would be your eyeballs and teeth when they pop out the front of the mask, heh.
Y-Yeah, they don't tell you these things when you sign up. But hey, first day should be a breeze. I'll chat with you tomorrow. Uh, check those cameras, and remember to close the doors only if absolutely necessary. Gotta conserve power. Alright, good night.
Marcus stared at the phone, shocked. Good night? After that? He fumbled around for the monitor and turned it on, clicking through the cameras frantically. He stopped on the main stage, checking that all of them were there. Freddy, Chica... where's Bonnie?!
The purple rabbit was gone. All the rumors... they had actually been true? That wasn't possible! He started flicking through them again. There! Party Room A. He was just... standing there. Staring at the camera.
Ok, that's creepy, Marcus commented. Suddenly there was static. What the- The camera went back to normal, but the animatronic wasn't in the party room. The night guard started flipping through the cameras again, terrified. Backstage. With his purple muzzle pressed up against the camera screen. Great, he's getting closer! Marcus groaned.
The clock now read 1AM. Marcus slumped down in his seat and closed the monitor, breathing heavily. He left it closed for a long time, not moving. Finally, he stretched his arm out to check the hallway. He pressed the light and screamed. Bonnie was right there! He slammed a fist down on the red button. The door slammed down.
With a sigh of releif, he turned to check the other hallway. He turned on the light and immediately slammed the door shut. Great, I've got Bonnie and Chica on both sides of me! Marcus groaned. He watched the power go down slowly.
30%... 29%... 28%... 27%... 26%...
dong, dong, dong, dong, dong
5AM. He hadn't realized how much time had passed.
10%... 9%... 8%...
Both doors were still closed. He grimaced as it got closer and closer to 0%. 6AM, 6AM, please come! he begged
4%... 3%... 2%... 1%... 0%...
The lights went out. The doors opened on both sides. All Marcus could hear was his own breathing. Then...
step... step... step... step...
A face appeared in the left doorway and he yelped. Music started playing, the face started flickering. Oh no, oh no, oh no. Freddy was here. His power was gone. His heart was pounding. And then...
ding, ding, dong, dongggg... dong, dong, ding, dinggg
Yeeeesssss! he cheered. His shift was over. Grabbing his bag, he ran out of the office. None of the animatronics were moving. Which was good, in his opinion. Fishing his keys out of his pocket, he unlocked the door, stepped outside, and locked it again. He jumped in his car and sped away, far away from that place as possible, to his own house and his own bed. He wasn't planning on coming back anytime soon. Little did he know that he had to.
|Recently, I switched to doing traditional pen-and-paper art. I will still do digital art, but will be mostly submitting traditional. I just got into FNaF, so the first traditional peices you will see are going to be my FNaF OCs. As always, have a great day!|