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Cobwebs and Gears	By : FlameWolf666 Category: +A through F > Five Nights at Freddys Views: 5391 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Five Night at Freddy's with the exception of a few O.C. animatronics. I make no profit from this, this is just for fun.

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Author’s Note: New guy comes into the security shift. Meanwhile, Jeremy is experiencing all new Hell at Circus Baby’s Pizza World.

Chapter Eleven: Creaks in the Dark

Down a dark hall, past a rusting, steel door, was a lone employee sitting among the hulks of the animatronic mascots. While the humanoid shadow moved among the towering machinery, glowing, red eyes flicked on one by one. “Jeremy is gone and there’s nothing I can do about it. At least he won’t be able to prey on children as easily in the location he was sent to,” whispered an assurance that was met with angry sounding mechanical buzzes.
“No… there’s nothing really stopping him from continuing. It’ll just be more difficult,” murmured a response that caused more buzzes in response.
“Ksssssh… bzt… w-wa-ant r-r-r-revenge,” stuttered a glitched voice box while the eyes continued to glow eerily.
“The only thing I can tell you is that versions of the original mascots will be built for the sister location. Maybe you can use your connection to control them and get to him that way,” soothed the only human voice among the machines.
Then the shadow was kneeling down, pulling out some tools to work on a slumped animatronic. Soft hums filled the room while the shadow worked, another figure floating behind them. “Almost done Jasper. Soon, Rob will be able to move around like the others; albeit slower,” purred a satisfied declaration while a pair of red eyes flickered to life in front of them. A pale face was revealed by the light, a pair of aqua eyes glimmering madly.
“Then we will have another addition to our army. We need to show them that this place, this company shouldn’t live on. Too much death has happened here. Too much sorrow is contained within these walls,” Rose whispered, a smile that was more like a scream stretching her lips into an unsettling rictus.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Night Shift~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Opening the door, the stranger immediately felt a sense of dread settle over his skin. For a restaurant that catered to children, this place gave off a creepy vibe. Then again, maybe that had more to do with the fact that it was night. Shrugging it off as nerves, he moved to his new office and took a seat in the fairly open area. To each side of him was a vent with a long hall behind the desk in front of him. Just looking into that inky corridor made him shudder. Switching on the fan, he nearly jumped out of his skin when the phone rang. Laughing at himself for his nerves, he reached out to pick answer it.
~“Uh, hello?” greeted a nasally voice that sounded a bit faraway as well as staticy.~
“Hi?” Fritz responded curiously. To his shock, the person on the other end acted as if he hadn’t heard the reply.
~“Hello, hello?” the voice continued, only confusing the new security guard more. Before he could react, the person continued.
“Uh, hello and welcome to your new summer job at the new and improved Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. Uh, I'm here to talk you through some of the things you can expect to see during your first week here and to help you get started down this new and exciting career path,” the voice intoned, making him wonder if this was some sort of recording for the newbies.
“Uh, now, I want you to forget anything you may have heard about the old location, you know. Uh, some people still have a somewhat negative impression of the company. I want to reassure you, Fazbear Entertainment is committed to family fun and above all, safety. They've spent a small fortune on these new animatronics, uh, facial recognition, advanced mobility, they even let them walk around during the day. Isn't that neat?” droned on the spiel, some of it making him wonder just what had happened here.~
Now more than ever, Fritz regretted not even researching the place. He had needed a job and this place seemed as good as any other. Feeling more apprehensive than when he had first stepped foot through the door, he held the phone tighter while the recording cleared its throat nervously. ~“But most importantly, they're all tied into some kind of criminal database, so they can detect a predator a mile away. Heck, we should be paying them to guard you,” the voice on the other end joked, sounding almost insincere.
“Uh, now that being said, no new system's without its... kinks. Uh... you're only the second guard to work at that location. Uh, the first guy finished his week, but complained about... conditions. Uh, we switched him over to the day shift, so hey, lucky you, right? Uh mainly he expressed concern that certain characters seemed to move around at night, and even attempted to get into his office. Now, from what we know, that should be impossible. Uh, that restaurant should be the safest place on earth. So while our engineers don't really have an explanation for this, the working theory is that... the robots were never given a proper "night mode",” came a bit of information that made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end.~
Picking up his flashlight while still holding the phone, he nervously swung the light from side to side; keeping a sharp eye out for any movement. If he didn’t need the money so badly, he would have simply run out of the place like his ass was on fire. ~“So when it gets quiet, they think they're in the wrong room, so then they go try to find where the people are, and in this case, that's your office. So our temporary solution is this: there's a music box over by the Prize Counter, and it's rigged to be wound up remotely. So just, every once in a while, switch over to the Prize Counter video feed and wind it up for a few seconds. It doesn't seem to affect all of the animatronics, but it does affect... one of them,” the information continued on, the words only making him more nervous and ill at ease.~
Immediately, he moved his dark eyes to the bank of monitors beside his desk. Sure enough, one of them was focused on what looked to be a giant, wrapped present. Right below the screen was a glowing, green button with a blue timer right above it. Just to be cautious, Fritz pushed the button despite the fact there was a few minutes left on the timer. Again the recording cleared its throat nervously, drawing his attention back to the receiver he held against his face. ~“Uh, and as for the rest of them, we have an even easier solution. You see, there may be a minor glitch in the system, something about robots seeing you as an exoskeleton without his costume on, and wanting to stuff you in a suit, so hey, we've given you an empty Freddy Fazbear head, problem solved!” the recording informed triumphantly.~
That one had the young man staring down at his phone almost in disbelief. Just what had he signed up for by working here? He certainly hadn’t expected what was sounding like a life and death scenario. He had been expecting a boring, easy security gig where he sat behind a desk and watched for anyone that shouldn’t be in the building. ~“You can put it on anytime, and leave it on for as long as you want. Eventually anything that wandered in, will wander back out. Uh, something else worth mentioning is kind of the modern design of the building. You may have noticed there are no doors for you to close, heh. But hey, you have a light! And even though your flashlight can run out of power, the building cannot. So, don't worry about the place going dark. Well, I think that's it. Uh, you should be golden. Uh, check the lights, put on the Freddy head if you need to, uh, keep the music box wound up, piece of cake. Have a good night, and I'll talk to you tomorrow,” the recording concluded, sending a chill down his spine.~
Sitting back in his chair with his flashlight in his shaking hand, he kept the beam of light focused on the black corridor in front of him. The fact that there was no door made him uneasy. There was nothing to stop something from charging down the hall and having his guts for garters. None of this was helped by the occasional knocking coming coming from the vents. More than anything, he wished he could have some music to drive away the deafening silence but such a luxury didn’t seem like a good idea when he had to listen for anything that might be coming. Pressing the button for the music box when the indication was at about halfway. Whatever would pop up if that ran out, he really didn’t want to deal with it.
It wasn’t too long before he started to see figures moving in the gloom of the hall, making his hackles stand on end while goosebumps littered his arms. He was only distracted my movement in the direction of the right vent. Turning his head, he felt his heart stop when he saw glowing eyes staring at him from the metal slats. Reaching for the re-purposed Freddy head under his desk, Fritz slipped it over his own head while a cold sweat coated every part of his body. To the guard’s horror, a toy-like version of Bonnie. In slow, jerking movements, the robot, blue colored rabbit climbed out of the vent. Getting to its feet while its oddly cute head jittered in a disconcerting manner.
Holding his breath while doing his best not to move, the new hire watched with wide eyes while the thing began to walk toward him; eyes flashing from normal to red. Tilting its head to one side in a halting manner, it seemed to observe him like a curious dog as it continued to get closer. To his extreme terror, the mechanized mascot inserted itself between him and the desk, stalking to the left until it was directly in front of him. Shaking like a monster in a scary movie, Bonnie leaned closer and closer; only stopping when its nose was a centimeter away from touching the mask’s.
For what seemed like an eternity, the lapine guitarist simply stared at him, jerking in a terribly unnatural way. Then, seemingly satisfied, it backed off and went back the way it came; still facing him it climbed back into the vent and disappeared. Letting out a breath in a rush, he took off the stuffy mask that faintly smelled like rotting meat to set it in his lap. “What the fuck… What did I get myself into by accepting this job?” he whispered, an awful feeling this was only getting started overtaking his mind. This was only confirmed by a strange, staticy noise coming from down the hall. Licking dry lips, he swung his only light around in the gloom. What he saw made the color drain from his face.
Something was crawling on the ceiling and was slowly closing the distance between them. “Jesus fucking Christ,” hissed out of him in a shaky voice, heart hopping into his throat. As the thing got closer, the light began to reveal some of its features; only increasing his fear. The face was a pink and white fox, its features molded into a forced smile. The frightening part was the rest of it. Its mouth yawned open to reveal needle sharp teeth, while its head swayed on a long, metal neck. Its limbs were horrible, mismatched, long and bare metal. As it closer, another, more humanoid head swung into view, a singular eye glowing at him.
As it got closer, the static got louder, making it hard to hear if anything else was coming. Checking on the music box and winding it once more, he began to flicker his flashlight in the hopes it would drive the abomination away. To his immense relief the tactic worked and he was left in peace for the time being. Yet, he had the feeling things would only get worse as the night wore on. It would be a wonder if he got through his first night alive. Despite that, he knew he would be back the next day. His bank account was empty and rent was beyond due. With the economy the way it was, it would be idiotic to give up a job he knew would pay him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Circus Baby’s Pizza World~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Having lied about his name on the employment papers, the newly dubbed ‘Michael’ smirked to himself as he leaned back in his chair. It struck him as ironic he had stolen the name of the brother of the creator for these things while working here. A kid that was killed by the precursors to the animatronics he was watching now. Switching on one of the spotlights to make sure that machines were still where he expected them to be, he felt his heart jump into his throat when he noticed the ballerina was no long where she was supposed to be.
Fumbling with the button that would administer an electric shock that would ‘correct’ the errant robot, he felt a shudder zip up his spine when he heard a child-like laugh come from the vents above him. Looking up with wide eyes, Fitz froze when he saw a pair of eyes glowing at him. “I want to play,” sing-songed the voice of a little girl. One that sounded eerily familiar. Pressing the switch many times, his horror only rose when he heard several mechanical screams of agony. Like these things were really alive. Something he knew just wasn’t possible. It was all in his head, like the voices and shadows that came into his room every night.
Wiping sweat off his clammy brow, he found himself more eager than ever to be off this night shift. It was only a trial for five days. Then he would be a mascot on the floor. Among the children. Just the thought of it brought a sick grin to his pasty face. Yes, soon everything would be as it should be. All he had to do was keep the ghosts at bay long enough to reach his goal. Then the voices would stop again. Then he wouldn’t be jumping at shadows.
Unbeknownst to him, Funtime Foxy had turned its head to look at his through the glass separating him. With an unheard creak, her mouth yawned open to show off blunted teeth that had been deemed more ‘child friendly’. Malice glowed in the purple and white vixen’s eyes, as it met the eyes of Ballora. With an imperceptible nod of communication, the pair went back to their previous positions. They could wait. After all, humans made mistakes given long enough. Mistakes that could be very lethal.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Morning~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Rose was not surprised when the new guy fairly raced by her with terror in his eyes. With how her friends had been acting, she had a suspicion they had paid him a visit during the night. Sighing, she went to the party room to prep for the fresh crowd of children that would be coming in to see the replacement mascots. Eyeing the toy-like band that were posed in welcoming poses, the day security walked up to the platform. “I know this is going to fall on deaf ears but that guy is innocent, there is no reason to go after him,” pleaded a weary voice.
With jerky motions, the three of them simply looked at her with strange expressions. It was then she noticed the atmosphere around her getting colder. With the feeling she was being watched, she tensed when a burning cold hand closed over her shoulder. “There are no innocents. All must pay for what happened. All could have helped but turned a blind eye. It could have been stopped,” hissed a slithery voice. The voice of what ever had taken over Jasper’s body.
“You are the only exception, The only one that has fixed us, tried to help us,” it continued, making every hair on her body stand on end.
Turning, the young woman felt her horror deepen when she saw two generations of mascots behind her. Even Fredbear and Rob were there, something that shouldn’t be possible. Feeling a fog creep over her mind, she found herself nodding in agreement. Yes, that was right. This place needed to be stopped, no matter the consequences. Everyone had to be punished. The blood spilled had to be appeased with more. Nodding mechanically, Rose began to smile in a rather unsettling manner while the machines moved out of the room and back to storage.
All hesitations and pity wiped from her mind, she began to clean while whistling, the smile never leaving her face. Inside her head, many voices buzzed at once. It would all be over soon. The souls would be at peace. The animatronics allowed to rest. There would be a reward for all her help. All she had to do was continue on a little longer. To just let it happen. Wiping the metal bodies of the band with a cloth, she was unaware of being watched.
Peeking in from the door at the other end of the room, Roy felt a deep sense of foreboding. Like things were starting to reach a crescendo that he wasn’t going to like. For days now, his niece had been acting strange, even for her. Not only that, but the atmosphere in the restaurant had gotten heavier, almost electric. Like something was building its strength for a terrible attack. None of this was helped by the knowledge that his own son had been the one behind the disappearances of the children and he had allowed the man to move on so he could do it in a different location. All this was topped off by the fact he was still keeping the whole mess under wraps to protect the business he had spent so much time and money to build.
It was far too late for him to try and uncover the truth now even he wanted. If the news ever came out and the business died, he would lose everything. His house, his ability to feed himself, all of it now rode on the success of the restaurant franchise. “Fucking Hell, you’ve got your nuts in the grinder old boy,” he muttered to himself before backing into the hall to make his way to the security office. On his way down the corridor, he passed by a darkened room that held supplies for cleaning. He never noticed a pair of red eyes flashing on his passing. He never noticed the thin figure floating out into the hall behind him. He never saw the perpetually smiling face of ‘Jasper’ slowly turn into a frown as the jester followed him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Afternoon~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Rose came back to herself during the second party scheduled for the day, blinking owlishly while she tried to regain her bearings. For a few moments, she had no idea just how much time had passed or what she was doing; a fact that frankly scared her. For a few days now, she had been losing chunks of time but it had never been this bad before. It was almost as if something was starting to creep into her, forcing her to act the way it wanted her to. Shuddering at the thought, the female security detail looked up at the stage of the Cove to see Foxy staring at her with his mouth slightly agape.
For just a second, she felt a tingle of fear race down her spine, her feet instinctually carrying her backward. While she wanted to believe the mascot wouldn’t harm her, she wasn’t so sure anymore. Things were rapidly going downhill, devolving from the spirits of the children just wanting vengeance to seeming to want to murder any adult that dared to come into the pizzeria. It was nearly to the point where she questioned if she should be helping the machines at all. If she should just cut her losses and get out now. Wiping the cold sweat off her brow, she glanced at the room full of happy children; feeling a pit growing in the bottom of her stomach.
There were so many, utterly unaware of the horrors that had happened here; of the true danger their animatronic heroes posed to their parents. Even now, unknown to the innocents in the room, Rob lurked in a darkened corner; watching the show as well as the kids. While the yellow rabbit had no right to be mobile, there he was; only adding to the unease welling up inside her. Looking back toward the stage to take her mind off the building tension, she saw her Foxy, the Foxy she had built, giving her an equivalent of a worried glance.
It was at that moment that it all became too much. The nightmares, the voices, the varying behaviors of the machines she considered her friends. Suddenly, it was all she could do not to run out of the building screaming; making a beeline for the police. Shuddering while she stood in her usual position, Rose did her best to hold back the tears filling her eyes; purposefully avoiding the glance of her favorite animatronic. Tonight, she wouldn’t be coming back. She couldn’t come back. Not with there being a real risk to her very soul.
Unfortunately, she didn’t think she had a choice anymore. She was so deep in the shit that if she tried to stop, the vengeful spirits would go after her. That her life would be forfeit and her transition to being a puppet of the dark forces would simply be expedited. Rubbing her upper arm and forcing herself to focus on the floor in front of her, the young woman found herself caught between a rock and a saw filled machine of death.
Biting the inside of her cheek, she forced herself to remain straight faced until the show ended and the children had cleared the room. The moment she was alone, however, she was sitting in a fetal position against the wall. “Fucking Hell… What am I supposed to do?! Am I fucked because I wanted to help the lost souls of some kids?” whispered a shaky voice that sounded like it had come from someone else entirely. To her absolute horror, the clanking of metal was her answer. Gathering a deep breath, she looked up at the stage to see Foxy looming over her. Barely able to restrain a flinch, Rose simply averted her gaze back to the floor.
“Kssssh…. bzzt. R-r-r-rose?” hissed out a staticy inquiry disconcertingly close to her head.
“It’s all fucked up,” whispered a shaky response, making the mechanical vulpine tilt his head in confusion.
“S-s-s-s-souls ziiiit c-c-c-corr bzrt up zzzzrt ted,” struggled a reply while more metallic creaking came from a lot closer.
Sighing while a cold, faux fur coated arm wrapped around her body, Rose simply allowed her fear to fade for the years of friendship she’d had with these mascots. “Corrupted huh? Is it because they have yet to cross over? Or is it because of how they died?” came out of her, all previous thoughts about the trap she was in fading to the background for the moment.
“Krrrrrr chrt b-b-both,” glitched from her left.
Laughing so she wouldn’t begin to cry again, Rose laid her head on her companion. “We’re all fucked aren’t we captain?” she asked quietly.
“Aye matey,” the voicebox in Foxy’s innards agreed, the pair staring out into the hall while the kids stampeded their way to the front.
A few moments of stillness, before the pair were aware of the metallic thud of footsteps coming toward them. The others were coming and it would be a crap-shoot if they would be themselves when they got here. Technically, she wasn’t even safe with the pirate vulpine. At any point, the spirit inside him could take over. So, getting to her feet while red eyes became visible in the doorway, Rose simply held her head high and waited. Whatever fate waited, she would meet it with dignity.

Everything marked with ~ is (c) Scott Cawthon and is directly from FNAF 2
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