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It was a rather gloomy day.
Clouds crowded the sky blocking out the sun.
And a thick mist rolled over the ground.
It was rather dark today too.
Though you suppose that was normal for this time of year, as it was October, a cold draft wasn’t too uncommon around this month, it was only early October though.
Like October 1st early.
Maybe the season just wanted to come early?
The stores were already full of Halloween decorations and halloween costumes, despite it being your favorite time of year, and the only time where scaring children was justified, you sadly didn’t have the time or money to buy anything new this year.
Not like that was a big deal or anything really, because you liked your costume from the year before, a classic ol’ realistic rabbit mask, that’s all the costume was mainly the rest was just a hoodie you wore on a daily basis that had the word “SCREAM!” in big bold red letters, it was a black hoodie that was just a little too baggy at the bottom.
You wore black jeans and your black buckle up boots, you even personally went out of your way to buy yourself black real leather gloves.
None of that cheap stuff.
The faux leather gloves at the halloween stores were way more overpriced and not worth it under any circumstances.
And to complete the look you had a prank knife, the one that was retractable so when you stabbed someone it looked real but was completely safe and fine.
It always gave the cocky teens a good scream when they walked up to your house, y'know they were the types of kids who’d dump the whole bowl of candy into their bag when they thought no one was looking.
But in reality you were hiding behind your bush ready to jump out and scare the living shit out of them. Some of them even dropped their bag or bucket and immediately ran away, or even more entertainingly they’d throw the candy at you as if you were really about to kill them, that the candy would save them from death.
Though on occasion you’d get some poor kid who’d freeze up and not move, those kids you’d give a little bit extra candy and a noogie.
Other than reminiscing on past halloween memories you had something very important to do, which was job hunting. Your last job was a complete bust, because they ended up firing you in your first month, at least you got a paycheck in the end but it wasn’t a lot.
Not suprising as you’d completely fucked up their entire websites code.
You were a coder and engineer at heart but you hadn’t exactly graduated college and weren’t the best of the best you’d say.
The real reason for not finishing college was honestly the insane amount of stress and the other people there weren’t helping one bit, they’d constantly pick at the things you wore and how you overall looked. Not that there was anything wrong with it, you guess other people in that college never had the same taste as you, they were more preppy than anything.
So here you sat, on your futon, scrolling through job openings on your cheap, slowly dying computer.
None of the jobs were great honestly, but you’d applied for at least four different jobs. One was at a cheap retail store as a cashier, another at a nearby grocery store as a storage worker, you were hoping that was the one you would not get, you didn’t like the thought of being in the back rooms and putting away boxes and boxes of cereal, canned food, and just all that other stuff.
It wasn’t for you honestly.
Though the last two you applied for were the most appealing, one of them was at a tech store, doing repairs for computers and all sorts of things in the same field, but you were really hoping that you’d be accepted to work at this brand new place, it was owned by Freddy’s. You’ve heard endless rumors about that company and hey, maybe that’s why you were hoping to get a job there so badly but what had you so excited was the fact that you’d be hired for both repairing animatronics and even help with coding them if something in their code went wrong.
Working on animatronics made by Freddy Fazbear’s Entertainment was probably the most exciting thing you would experience.
Those animatronics were seriously ahead of their time.
And that’s what got you so interested in the first place.
You didn’t realize when your eyes started getting heavy, but you decided to use that as an excuse to take a fat nap. Closing your loud, overheating computer you flopped back onto your futon and stared up at the ceiling.
You shouldn’t have too much hope.
It was a pretty big job, and you didn’t quite have the experience.
Whatever, you’d get a cooler, better job in the future, you were sure of it.
Closing your eyes, with a small smile on your face, you sighed.
You were just cool like that, and you wore that confidence with pride.
And with that, you drifted off to sleep.
There was a soft humming noise, a vibration against your hip.
You simply rolled over and covered your head with a pillow.
It stopped.
Instantly you relaxed, a content sigh leaving you, just as you begin to fall back asleep.
The humming begins again, loudly groaning you throw the pillow off to the side and groggily sit up.
Eyes squinting out the window, it's dark out.
How long did you sleep?
Pulling your phone out of your pocket you rub an eye with your free hand, looking at an unknown caller id.
A shrug.
It must be one of the places calling you in for an interview most likely, or at least to schedule an interview.
Swiping the call button you put it on speaker.
Tiredly you state your name.
“Ah yes! We’ve been trying to contact you. This is Freddy Fazbear’s Entertainment, you sent us an email to get interviewed for the job as one of our repair technicians at Fazbear Frights.” You just stared dumbly at your phone, still only half awake. “ We’d like you to come in tomorrow for an interview, your resume looked appealing and overall impressive. Please show up at 10am sharp, thank you for your time to take this call. Goodbye.” and they just hung up.
You sat there, staring at a black phone screen, barely aware of what just happened.
In all honesty you were beginning to think you were dreaming.
Maybe it was a dream.
Your phone vibrated softly in your hand, you’d received an email.
It was from Freddy Fazbear’s Entertainment, again stating that the interview would be at 10am sharp and to dress business casual, nothing overboard.
Huh.
Looks like that dream job really did come true.
Surprisingly and amazingly.
Don’t get too ahead of yourself now, it was only the interview after all, not an actual job quite yet. You couldn’t help the excited grin that stretched across your face.
You got a job interview.
For Fazbear Frights.
Not only was it owned by Freddy Fazbear’s Entertainment, but it would be a job you loved, let alone at a place you would seriously have a blast at. Scary, spooky animatronics programmed to scare kids and adults? At the perfect time of year?
Say less.
Kicking your feet just a tiny bit, you flopped back and checked the time.
Only 6pm.
Enough time to get a snack, a little drink to wash it down and pass back out.
You had the perfect button up to wear, a sigh of relief left you.
This was all perfect timing honestly, and you didn’t even need to dress all business-like or fancy, it was only business casual.
Personally you really hoped you’d get this job.
Considering the pay, and what you’d be working with it all would be completely worth it.
The wildest of grins crossed your face.
You would be working your dream job.
Possibly.
Whether or not it was a guarantee this was literally amazing.
You were bubbly and suddenly full of energy.
You passed out.
You don’t remember how much you ate before passing out but you know you woke up with a bag of pretzel sticks on your chest and a half eaten pretzel hanging out of your mouth. Sitting up, you put the bag on your coffee table, you flicked away the half eaten pretzel stick that was stuck on the corner of your mouth.
Popping your knuckles, neck, and back you stretched out, loudly yawning.
Tapping your phone’s screen twice it lights up, revealing it’s 9:34am, immediately you’re up.
You only had roughly ten or less minutes to get ready, because you completely forgot to set up an alarm for your interview.
Y’know, like an idiot.
Rushing to your dresser you sloppily dug through your clothes, finally pulling out the black and white dress shirt you decided you were going to wear, along with a black pair of jeans, the only pair that remarkably had no tears or holes in it.
Not bothering to close the dresser you throw off your old messy clothes in turn for the cleaner nicer looking outfit, checking the time once again, it was now 9:37am, you bolted to the bathroom.
A quick rinse of your toothbrush you squirt just a little tooth paste onto the brush, you don’t bother staying in the bathroom as you walk out the bathroom with a toothbrush in your mouth and rush by the front door, slipping on your dark red scarf and black boots.
Of course you pause for a moment to brush your hair real quick.
While still brushing your teeth you rush back to the bathroom, spitting out the foam in your mouth into the sink you lazily toss the now dirty brush into the cup, not wasting any time to clean it off you rush back to the front door. This time going out as you slip on your gloves, you stand up your bicycle from its hiding spot behind the bush, you hop onto it.
Checking your phone once more it was 9:44 am, you shove it away back into your pocket and began paddling, you had roughly 16 minutes to get to Fazbear Frights before you’d be considered late for your job interview.
You were lucky you rode on a bike because the traffic was genuinely horrendous, not like you had a car you could use anyways, besides you wouldn’t even have enough money for gas even if you did.
Not that you complained, this was helpful for both getting places faster and exercise.
You were pretty speedy anyhow, not many bumps along the way interrupted you, and it was a very smooth ride overall. Not any hills on the way either.
You’d arrived at the front of Fazbear Frights just on time, 9:58am.
A long sigh left you, carefully you hid your bike in a small group of shrubbery and walked right on up to the front door.
There was a sign on the door stating that the place was only open for people getting job interviews at the moment, and something inside you was growing excited at the prospect of getting a little bit of an inside scoop before the place actually completely opened.
Though nerves were beginning to eat away at you, you walked in regardless.
The warmth of the building greeted you, and you walked in further, until you had reached the main area, the walls were neat, and clean. Which was a jarring difference from how it looked on the outside, you supposed it was just going to be a waiting area for people waiting their turn to get scared when the place inevitably opens.
A lady at the front desk lifts her eyes from the computer she was on and waves you over.
You hesitate for a moment before walking over to the desk.
“Are you here for a job interview?” she asks.
“Oh- Yeah! My interview is at 10am.” the lady nods her head and gives you a smile.
“Lovely. Go right on into the door to the left then.”
You blink a few times before processing what she said, giving her a smile in response. You turn and walk into the room, it was a comfortable looking office, with an older looking man seated at the desk, he nodded to the door.
“Close the door behind you.” his gravelly voice rasped out.
Carefully you close it and enter fully, taking a seat in the chair before the desk.
Looking at the older man, he wasn’t
“You must be…” he paused for a moment trying to seemingly remember your name, after a moment you decided to supply it to him. “Ah, yes thank you, my apologies, my memory isn’t quite what it used to be I suppose.”
He gave you a rather soft grin and pulled out a folder from underneath his desk.
“You’re here for the job to be a repair technician, am I correct?”
You nod in response “Yes, sir.”
He simply chuckles. “Please don’t call me sir, simply call me Eric. No need for any formal talk.”
Another nod, “Okay.”
“So I understand that you have experience in robotics and coding, correct?”
“Yup, I built a few small robotic contraptions at home personally. And I went to college for a year… Uh, well actually almost a year. I didn’t finish college.”
Eric nodded along, flipping through paperwork. “Well, you seem well enough educated in the studies of robotics and coding even, you seem like you have a good personality too. If you would just sign this.” He pulls a paper out from the folder and flips it over to face you. “You can start work here tomorrow at the very least, we’ll email you your schedule and everything, and don’t forget to put your shirt size at the bottom so we can get you a shirt to wear on the job as soon as possible.”
You sort of just looked down at the paper dumb founded. “That’s it?” You looked across the desk at Eric, he held a pen out to you.
“That’s it.” he grins.
Taking the pen from the other’s hand excitement bubbled up inside your chest.
It was just that easy?
Without thinking you sign your name down at the bottom of the paper, not bothering to read the fine print, you even put your shirt size down at the bottom as well.
It was just that easy.
A smile spreads across your face, and you look up from the paper.
Eric picks up the paper carefully and slips it right on into the folder.
“I’m glad to have you working with us.” he says as he stands up, he extends his arm out to you and you stand right on up with him.
Reaching over you give his hand a firm shake.
“I’m glad to be a new worker here.”
Eric chuckles in reply, nodding. “See you tomorrow.”
Walking out of the building you felt energized, you finally had a job, one that maybe you could actually keep, and hey! They didn’t even ask you that many questions.
Maybe that itself was just a tiny bit suspicious but you’d take it.
Any job at this rate was a good one, especially if it were one from Freddy Fazbear’s Entertainment industry.
As you walked over to your bicycle you stopped for a moment, not even a yard or two away was a little rabbit, it stared at you with its little black eyes.
And you did a tiny wave to it.
It tilted its head, as if it was processing what you just did.
Though the rabbit seemed to want nothing to do with you, turning it quickly hopped away into the shrubbery.
“Odd…” the comment really wasn’t for anyone else’s ears but your own.
Standing your bike up you hopped onto it, a sigh leaving you.
When you’d gotten home you celebrated your victory in finding a new job by allowing yourself to eat the rest of your favorite ice cream out of its container. Albeit there wasn't too much left but it still tasted like victory.
Besides you had packed a bag yourself, it was just full of snacks if you were honest, along with a gatorade or two. You also couldn’t forget your notebook, y'know note keeping and sketching the animatronics like the weirdo you were.
You planned on doodling on your breaks.
Maybe they let you walk around on your break so you could just draw whatever looked cool or interesting to draw.
A hum and buzz from your phone you picked it up, an email.
It was from management, a full length schedule of what your first week would be like including another week schedule after that. The times didn’t seem too early, nor were any seemingly late at night, they all seemed to be scheduled between 11am to 5pm, all varying in time lengths of course.
Just looking at the schedule told you that you were gonna be real busy.
There was a statement saying that the first week you’d be guided around and taught the ropes basically, and that the second week you’d be followed around. Based on that you’d assume that after those two weeks you’d be on your own to do things unless you needed to work with someone else on coding or repairs.
A shrug from you, it looked pretty straightforward, you just hoped it would be that way the whole walk through.
Standing up you walked to the kitchen to make yourself a late breakfast.
You needed to go to bed extra early tonight if you wanted to be up for tomorrow.
You trusted yourself enough to remember.
Getting up the next morning was a hassle, you were groggy, and just overall exhausted because you were an idiot and thought staying up until 2 in the morning was just a brilliant idea.
It really wasn’t.
You ended up binge watching some true crime show, the usual.
So you were an idiot and did remember, you just weren’t a smart enough idiot to have just went to sleep
At least this time you had set up an alarm for yourself, the shift itself didn’t start for another hour or so. You dragged yourself to the kitchen for a cup of coffee and a bowl of Cinnamon Crunch, but of course you ended up tiredly pouring orange juice into the bowl instead of milk.
You still ate it.
Honestly, it wasn’t bad.
Okay maybe the after taste was sort of nasty.
Like very very nasty.
Food was food though and you never wasted a crumb.
Next time you should really drink your coffee before getting something to eat, don’t want to have the charcoaled toast incident you had four months ago, or that one week where you burnt your eggs so bad they were literally inedible.
After downing your coffee you went and took a quick fifteen minute shower, scrubbing your greasy hair so you didn’t look like a rat at work. Afterwards you slipped on your dark blue sweater, and a pair of black jeans, these ones were slightly torn around the knees. You prefered torn jeans so it wasn’t really an issue to you.
You took the time to brush your teeth properly without rushing, yesterday half your teeth still looked gross so it was remarkable you were even hired with how you looked. Even if your hair wasn’t properly brushed, it didn't help that riding a bike at fast speeds made it worse.
Thank the stars you actually had time today.
After you made yourself presentable looking for work you slipped on your boots and walked out to your bicycle, bag slinged over your shoulder and everything.
The normal unrushed trip there was a good twenty minute ride.
Doing as you did yesterday you hid your bike away and entered the building.
It felt so surreal, you were here for an interview just yesterday and now here you are, with a job.
The moment you got to the main waiting area you heard someone say your name, turning you see a lady with tanned skin, her hair was long, pulled back in a ponytail so it probably didn’t get in the way.
“Oh- That’s me, yeah.” you laughed. “Are you who is supposed to be guiding me around?”
“Yup, name’s Samantha, but just call me Sam for short. Your uniform hasn’t been made yet, but that’s nothing to worry about just yet, come with me, I’ll give you a little tour of the place.” She waved you over, holding a black door open for you.
The moment you walk through the door you are hit with cold air, the chill of the place sent a shiver down your back. It was a stark contrast to the previous clean, neat looking room full of warmth to the now darker lighted, cold, moldy looking ceiling and walls, everything had this weird yellow or green tint to it.
Even the lights were green.
You were first taken around the hallways, they all looked the same except some had decorations laced with what looked like grime and dust, most likely to make the experience of the whole place more authentic.
And honestly?
It really did work.
The place felt like an abandoned pizzeria with a waiting room slapped onto the front.
There were even old animatronic suit pieces tossed around being used as light sources.
It was honestly really cool though.
Walking past some rooms you saw old arcade machines and games, at one point when you walked though one of the rooms you had swiped a finger across the top of it. The thick black grime easily rubbed off, you instantly rubbed it off on your pants and followed after Sam.
The walk was overall really quiet, Sam said a few off handed comments that you didn’t know how to respond to, and you tried once to make small talk that failed.
You’d ask her “Hey, this place is pretty grimey, huh?”
And somehow she’d turn the conversation around to her nails or grandmother.
You didn’t mind honestly, but it didn’t help you understand the place at all.
So maybe you did mind a little bit.
Other Than your guide not exactly being a great guide you had fun looking at everything.
At some point you both passed a door that said,
‘STORAGE
EMPLOYEES ONLY’
And you got curious, in the midst of Sam not paying attention to you, you’d taken a moment to peek inside. Immediately you grinned, looking back Samantha was still walking ahead, so… you slipped inside the room.
Grinning at the withered, grimey, looking animatronics.
There was a Fox, Bear, Chicken, another Fox, and even one that looked like a child.
You had easily recognized Foxy, Freddy, and Chica, but the other two looked older and more worn out. Walking closer you took a look at the mangled looking one, its endoskeleton looked like it was taken apart and put together in more than one way again and again until it was some deformed abomination.
You knew there were three places that had opened before Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza, you just didn’t know anything about them.
A tap on your shoulder startled you out of your thoughts, flinching away, you immediately spun around.
There was a man, he didn’t look much older than thirty, dark brown hair, with dark brown eyes, and he was in uniform.
He worked here.
You almost decked him.
On your first day.
“What are you doing back here?” His surprisingly deep voice had a slight accent to it.
You couldn’t quite pinpoint what accent but there was one.
Perhaps it was a scotish accent?
“Hello? Are you going to answer me or do I need to call the police?”
Oh right-
“No, no! Sorry I’m the new hire, I just don’t have the uniform yet. I got curious and wandered back here because my guide isn’t very…”
“Informative? Helpful? Let me guess they gave you Samantha.” he finished for you.
“Yeah, they did.” your shoulders relaxed. “It’s nice to meet you…uh?”
“Tim, call me Tim. You must be the new Repair Technician on the team then? No need to give me your name, they already let us know.” he gave you a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “How about I guide you around, hm? Sam’s just here for Night Shift Duty, she doesn’t actually do repairs and all the fancy stuff, so I know more.” You gave him a nod, with a grin,
“Hell yeah, dude. I’d love that.” he grinned back.
“Love the spunk, kid. Aight, are there any questions before we start?” he clapped his hands together.
“Yes, who are these guys?” you moved out of the way and gestured to the mangled fox and little robot who resembled a child.
A low hum “Ah, them.” clearing his throat he continues on. “ Dunno who they are too well other than their names.” pointing to the fox now “That one’s name is Mangle, used to be a plaything for kids a long way’s back. And him… the little boy lookin’ one is named Balloon Boy.”
“What was he for?”
Tim shrugged. “Ain’t gotta clue. Anythin’ else?”
“Nope.”
“Great.” he grinned “ We can get this show on the road. Follow me.”
Tim turned away and walked further into the room you were in, following along he stopped in front of a row of shelves. “Here is where ya get all them tools for fixin’ up the animatronics, there’s even endo parts further into the place if they lose something management wants us to replace.” he pointed over to a door further down. “That door leads to the main office, it's here as part of the attraction but when it's your turn for Night Shift duty you're gonna have to learn how to work the tablet out there.”
You furrow your brows. “I’ll get a Night Shift? Like as if I were a Night Guard?”
“Yup, everyone cycles in and out for it, sometimes ya get it for a week straight other times it’s just the weekend and so on.”
“Why not just hire a professional Night Guard? What if someone breaks in? I’m not-” Tim rose a hand to quiet your panicking.
“Woah there, firecracker. Chill out.” he turned to you fully. “If ya really have as issue with Night duty just tell management, I’m sure they’ll figure somethin’ out for ya, whether it’s a shortened Night Shift or someone takin’ over for ya.” You slowly nod in response.
“Right, sorry about that.”
He shakes his head with a raspy chuckle, “Ain’t no problem, you get extra pay for the Night Shift too, it’s a new job they added to the list just recently so am sure they’ll get a real guard on the job real soon.” You just nodded along to what he was saying, it still irked you though.
You wished you were told about this before you agreed to work here.
Why?
Because they most likely wouldn’t be the ones paying for your medical care if you are hurt on one of those night shifts.
“Aight, so I’ll go over what the job of the animatronics are.” he turned back around and began walking back to the animatronics.
“Isn’t their purpose just to sorta, stand there and jump out or something?”
“Ah, I suppose the public don’t know much. They’ll do way more than that.” he grinned at you over his shoulder.
When you both rounded the corner, you noticed something was off, you gave Freddy a hard stare.
He looked like he was in a different position, his head wasn’t tilted up like that before.
Maybe you were just remembering things differently.
“Once the place opens we are gonna have different sorts of events, like hide n’ seek or even tag. Or for the older folk they could just have a walk through and get smaller scares.” he shrugs “The point is we gotta get them all properly programmed, especially the one we put in the back, now that one does not respond to any of the code we’ve given it. Management took a look at ‘em and told us to separate it from these guys.”
Now that was new interesting information.
“There’s another animatronic?” you inquired, curiosity ate away at you.
Tim nodded, “Yeh, we locked him up in the ol’ storage closet, thing would walk around at night, that’s how fucked up its code is.”
“Can I see him? Maybe I could take a look?” you tilted your head.
Honestly the last thing you were thinking of was recoding the animatronic, you mainly just wanted to see how he looked, curiosity killed the cat as most would say.
Tim leveled you with a strange look, sighing he shook his head in slight disbelief.
“You’re a strange kid, you know that?” He walks around you and walks up to the door leading out of storage. “C’mon now, before I change my mind.”
You grinned at him.
Sticking to Tim’s side wasn’t difficult, he kept a good pace that was easy to follow.
It was probably easy mainly for the fact he was the only way to see this other animatronic.
“So, what’s it look like?” you glance at Tim for a brief moment, curious.
Tim’s nose scrunched up in what seemed to be disgust.
“It’s definitely the eldest one out of the bunch, that's for sure. Sucker has so many holes in his casing you can see his whole endo, even the wiring.” he shook his head “ It’s definitely a safety hazard but management said not to touch anything on him, not that I mind we can’t. It’s casing feel’s damp and soggy, it has to have mold somewhere on it. Smell don’t help either, filthy green rabbit.”
Your brows furrowed.
Yellow rabbit?
“Do you mean Bonnie? That’s the only rabbit I know, but he isn’t green.”
Tim shrugged.
“Don’t ask me, I don't know anything about this one. Though management called ‘em Springtrap. Most likely one of ‘em old springlock suits they used to use.” He walked up to a door grabbing his key ring, sorting through them he unlocked the door with a copper colored key.
The lock clicked.
Backing up, Tim waved you forward.
“You want me to go first?” Tim chuckled at your disbelief.
“It was your idea not mine, I ain’t going in after what happened last time.”
Rolling your eyes you walked up to the door.
Giving Tim one last look you opened the door up, and slipped inside.
Darkness swallowed you as you closed the door, instantly your hand moved to the side of the wall feeling for a light switch. The moment you felt it you flipped it up, the lights staggered on.
The sudden light immediately forced your eyes to squint, it wasn’t an issue after you blinked away the sting in your eyes.
When your eyes focused you looked out towards the rest of the room.
It was small, empty, except for a few old, stained boxes and the outlines of where shelves used to be.
However, that's not what caught your attention.
What did get your attention was the smell at first.
It attacked your airways, it was sour and musty, like spoiled milk.
But that wasn’t all.
There was a fruity, bitter sweet undertone.
It didn’t mix.
It was almost as if it was squeezing your airways.
Or perhaps your airways were squeezing themselves in hope to get that horrible smell out of your lungs.
In a matter of seconds your eyes were watering, now being stung by the smell in the air.
The second thing that caught your attention was the animatronic.
It definitely was not Bonnie.
You didn’t recognize it from anywhere.
The nose was large, sort of squared and deformed.
Holes littered its torso, arms, and face.
It didn’t have any casing on its feet.
You could see why Tim had said it was green but another longer glance told you it was most likely a different color before it began to degrade in quality, probably yellow in fact.
Pulling your phone out of your pocket you held back a gag, now aiming your camera you snatched a photo or two of it.
You wanted to find out more about the mysterious rabbit.
Using your free hand you balled some of your sleeve up in your hand, you covered your nose and mouth with it. Relishing the smell of the fabric softener that stuck to it.
Sadly the other smell still snuck through but it was far more tolerable this way.
Carefully you took a few steps towards the animatronic.
That was far from normal.
A red stringy-like cord wrapped around the exposed endo, but that just couldn’t be right.
Those were too dried looking to be wires, and far too thick as well.
The best possible way you could describe it was stringy beef that cooked just a little too long then was left outside for the flies and other insects for weeks, maybe even years.
You were beyond glad it was hunched over on the floor because this thing looked over a good six feet or more tall, he’d dwarf you if he was actually active.
In Fact you were overjoyed that he was in fact not active, because that would just not be fun, you had arising concerns now. If they planned to get this out as an attraction they’d have to clean it and replace so many parts, it would be an overwhelming health hazard if they just let it out now.
Especially if the code wasn’t working, then that just makes it an unpredictable threat.
Slipping your bag off your shoulder you set it onto the floor, it takes you a couple of seconds to unzip it with one hand but you manage.
Pulling out a notebook and pen you get down onto the floor.
You fip to a blank page.
You were going to write down all the dangers this thing had, health risks and even parts you’d probably need to fix it.
First list, health risks.
Definitely has some form of mold, surely infested with insects inside, maybe a rat died inside the thing and that’s why it smells putrid? Needs a good deep clean, that weird stringy meat wrapped around the endo needs to go, probably is causing mold despite being part of the scary look.
You stopped writing, looking up from the notebook, something felt wrong, but a peek at the door showed it was still closed, and a look at the animatronic showed it hadn’t moved.
You shrug going back to the paper.
Second list, dangers.
Its code needed major fixing if it was up and doing things on its own that aren’t in its program. Maybe its own software was making code for itself.
If that were the case that would make the animatronic possibly being… Nah.
Scrap that theory.
Well, as addressed as before the mold is a danger, especially for children or adults with respatory problems, the smell has to go because that could be a danger for people potentionally passing out,
Click.
Click.
You paused.
Looking up again.
You knew that wasn’t the sound of the door, your brows furrowed, out of the corner of your eye though, you saw it.
The animatronic’s eyes were looking at you.
No light or even a glow from them, nor did it move its body.
Almost as if it were trying to remain as inconspicuous as possible.
Or maybe it was always looking ahead, you did happen to sit down in front of it.
Slowly you turn your head to it and look back.
Gently you lean to the left.
It’s eyes followed.
Before you even went to lean right you froze.
Eyes widening, your heart sank.
You were just frozen in place.
A deer in headlights waiting for the danger to hit them like a frait train.
It didn’t move though, its eyes were heavily focused on you, pupils drilling holes into your face like a high power drill. You moved very slow, below a snail's pace, picking up both your pen and notebook.
It was almost painfully slow, no no, it was definitely painful, agonizing even.
Puting the notebook and pen away was one thing, especially zipping it up.
Going to stand up and dash to the door would be a completely different problem altogether.
Luckily you had the perfect plan for such an occurrence.
As fast as humanly possible you grab your bag.
Immediately a hand shoots out towards you.
Flinching away with a harsh gasp you stand, nearly stumbling as your knee wants to immediately give out from under all the sudden pressure.
The second you reached the door you swing it open, almost hitting a slightly anxious Tim in the face, you slam the door shut.
You were honestly grateful Tim left the key in the door because you had just enough time to turn it and hear a click when something large barreled into the door, it was seconds and you were on your ass.
The door knob jiggled so violently it was almost in tempo with the speed at which your heart was racing, the sound of your heart was consuming literally every other sound. You’re amazed you didn’t have a cardiac arrest.
You flinched harshly when you felt a hand touch your shoulder.
Slowly Tim’s face came into focus.
“Your shift is over, how about you go home and rest up, bucko.”
You swallowed the dry lump in your throat with a slow nod.
Opening your mouth you meant to say ‘okay’ but all that came out was a soft pathetic breath.
Closing your mouth you decided it’d be best to just leave then.