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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: Things get a bit twisted from here on in.

Chapter Three: Shift Changes

Staring up at her Uncle, Rose couldn't quite bring herself to believe what she’d just heard. He was giving Jeremy the dayshift. At least until he got more used to things around here. Meanwhile, Scott would be moved to nightshift; citing the fact that he seemed to need a break. While, normally, she wouldn’t even have thought of arguing. Something about the new hire just felt… off to her. It certainly didn’t help that he had sat by and watched three older boys put a much younger boy’s head in Fredbear’s mouth. There was also the fact that Roy had also been there.
Both of them were equally suspect in her eyes. The only problem was, she had nothing but the word of the mascots to prove it. Still, that didn’t mean she had to like what was happening. Silently vowing to keep an eye on him, she began to explain the various shows to the new hire. She also took the opportunity to outline his duties as a security officer. Under no circumstances was he to allow any of the guests to be in any sort of danger.
Instead of saying anything, he nodded; an unsettling grin on his pale face. A grin that had been there since the night of the accident. There was also something about his eyes she found unpleasant. Something empty and reminded her of horrifying things found under the bed of a child. Things that had sharp claws and hungry teeth. Shuddering while he looked over Foxy, she lamented the fact that she was pretty much stuck with him. At least she could do her best to keep the kids away from him.
With him being a newbie, it was within her right to saddle him with the grunt work. Instead of her being the one to clean up the popcorn and puke, the job was handed over to him. In all honesty, she was glad to have an excuse to be rid of the job of janitor. She felt much more at home near the stage with the mascots. It was the spot she could be the closest to her friends the longest, even if most of them had been replaced by her overnight.
Looking up at ‘Freddy Fazbear’, she felt a pang of sadness. It felt like the beginning of the end of an era. The restaurant known as ‘Fredbear’s Family Diner’ would slowly be phased out for ‘Fazbear’s Family Diner’. Eventually, the idea was to have the name be ‘Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria’. All in all, she couldn’t help but feel sorry to see the change happen. She had loved the man this place had once belonged to. It felt a bit like spitting in his face to change it so much. Especially the mascots.
Already, Rob Rabbit had become Bonnie Bunny, Fredbear had become Freddy, and Fritz had become Foxy. What else could be coming? She could only shudder at the thought. At least she could always see the discarded husks that had been here from the beginning. She would do her best to care for them and keep them in better condition than poor Rob had been. She still couldn’t believe she had just believed Roy and still blamed herself to this day. Especially with the fact that, no matter how hard she tried, he would never really be in fully working condition again.
The best she had been able to do was keep his costume in one piece, a ghastly affair she honestly thought they should retire. It was dangerous and she could make a much better one. But her Uncle, being the cheapskate he was, wouldn’t even hear of the idea while the old one could still be repaired. One day, the thing was going to have a catastrophic failure and kill someone. It was full of powerful springs held in by a wing and a prayer. It was a miracle nothing bad had happened yet. If one good thing could come from this name change, Rob’s costume would have to be relegated to the back.
“At least you guys are less scary for the kids. You look more like plush toys and less like angular nightmares. Mr. Bedian was a genius but he didn’t have much to work with. Bet if he knew he could get custom cases, he’d have done that from the start. Still, I’ll have to do something about Foxy so he matches better. He’s so popular already, I doubt Roy would want him shelved,” she mused to herself, taking in the blocky, fur covered forms of her new charges. Reaching up in an unsteady motion, Freddy was lifting his tiny top hat to her before one of his eyes was closing in an obvious wink. A fact that startled her at first.
Feeling her heart galloping, she gave a shaky smile to the brown furred doppelganger for the old mascot. Looking into his blue eyes, she saw an odd sort of affection the older models had no capability of showing. Yet, despite the fact his name was Freddy, it was like she was looking at the old Fredbear. It was the same with Bonnie and Rob as well as Foxy and Fritz. Like her friends had said, it was like each version was sharing a consciousness with the other. It was the strangest thing she had ever witnessed and raised all sorts of questions about the conscious mind.
In fact, her friends’ existence in the first place raised questions about the nature of life and souls. Being machines, could they really have souls? Could they really feel anything at all? After all her years with them, she could say yes with a fair amount of confidence. Even with her only knowing of their sentience for a few days. Still, they were more than just a little bit spooky. The way they moved, they way they spoke. While they couldn’t help it, all of it made her skin crawl in the worst way.
Then the doors were banging open, slamming them into their roles quite effectively. Soon, the daily flood of kids was coming in. The only problem was, the person in the Rob costume wasn’t coming out. In fact, the longer it was taking, the more uneasy she became. If he didn’t appear in a minute or two, she’d have to alert Roy. That is, if he didn’t know already. There was always a chance the guy had quit due to safety concerns. With how creeped out she was by Jeremy, she hoped that wasn’t the case. He’d have to take the other guy’s place if that was what was happening.
Moment after moment passed without any sign of the golden rabbit costume and she had reluctantly left her post the head to her Uncle’s office. Looking up at the camera at the end of the hall, she raised her door to knock. She was unsurprised when the door was already open. “If you’re here about ol’ Rob, I already know. I was just about to send you to get Jeremy. Have him put on the fur and interact with the kids,” came the orders she knew were going to happen. Giving a nod, she moved to carry out what had been asked of her; wishing the entire time she was just a bit taller. That way, she would at least be in the running.
Fifteen minutes and a quick wardrobe change later, she was watching Mr. Fitzgerald cavorting around as Rob. Just seeing him with the children gave her a chill. Still, they didn’t have much choice at this point. At least she was off clean-up duty due to the unexpected change. Yet, she doubted that applied to after work. She suspected she would be manning the dustpan and mops once more. After all, Jeremy will be off and Roy won’t want to touch the dirty work. At least she wouldn’t have to do it all alone anymore. She had the animatronics to thank for that.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t to be. There was a kid that had gotten sick in the Cove again, making her wonder what on Earth these gremlins were eating. She had to leave the party room to do an emergency clean-up, leaving Jeremy alone with the kids for a few good minutes. By the time she was done, they were flooding out in a mob of noise only the young are capable of. The new hire was already gone, probably in the back changing. This meant it was time to do more cleaning before the next wave. They had at least one more show before they closed.
So, when Jeremy got back, they got to work. Between the two of them, the debris was shoved out of the way enough to not be overtly visible. It would be taken care of after closing time. For now, it just needed to not be noticeable. Then she was helping the newbie put on the suit again, mitigating a possible disaster happening. One failure and the springs could tear into him, irreparably injuring him and possibly trapping him in the suit until paramedics arrived. Honestly, she really wished she could talk her Uncle into just allowing her to design new costumes. Unfortunately, he was too cheap to even buy materials.
As soon as they were in position, the doors were swinging open to admit a fresh flood of children. To her amusement, most of them noticed the absence of Fredbear right away. All day, she was answering questions about what the name of the brown bear was. Another question was where Fredbear had gone and would he come back. It seemed they were much more perceptive than her Uncle had bargained for. Still, kids were easy. As long as it entertained them, they would come to love it. Though, some of them would always have a nostalgia for the original mascots. A fact that made her feel a bit warm on the inside.
Watching the kids while they sang along with the trio, she couldn’t help but hum in tune as well. She had grown up around these songs, had memorized them until she could sing them in her sleep. She’d even been asked to fill in on the few times the older animatronics’ electronics gave out. Even the new guy was dancing along, spinning one of the young girls while his ears flopped in his face. With the costume on, it was honestly a heartwarming sight. Yet, knowing the man that was inside, she felt a bit of unease. Shaking her head, she kept her smile on her face while the party gradually came to its conclusion.
Pushing his way though the cranky kids fighting their parents about leaving, Roy opened the door to the party room to give the nightly objectives. When he saw both his underlings busily cleaning like they should be, he felt a bit of pride blossom inside his chest. He ran a tight ship here and he had control of one of the largest restaurant chains in the world. Not to mention the biggest threats to him had been decommissioned in such a way they could never move again. He felt like he was on top of the world. Placing his hands on his wide hips, he cleared his throat for attention. When he got it immediately, he felt his ego inflate immensely.
Just looking at her Uncle, she felt her heart sink at his expression. Already, the changes were going to his head. It wouldn’t be long before he was entirely insufferable. “Alright, I want all the rooms swept as well as vacuumed. Polish and mop the stage. Finally, Rose, you do maintenance on the animatronics. Fitzgerald there can clean the delivery bay while you do that,” came the orders he gave every night. Just the inclusion of the new guy was different. Rolling her blue-green eyes, she nodded before simply getting back to what she had been doing.
All in all, it was a typical closing. The pair each did their assignments and got everything done in a decent amount of time. Jeremy had even left first, giving her the opportunity to visit her friends hidden in storage. Something she had been looking forward to all day. Giving a final pat to Foxy on her way out of the Cove, she made her way through the maze of halls until she reached the well hidden room. Opening the door with a low squeal, she felt her greeting die on her lips when she took in what awaited her. In fact, it was all she could do to keep from vomiting.
Someone had come in and torn all of them apart. Bits and pieces of her mechanical friends were strewn everywhere, making her feel weak in the knees. Without even asking, she knew immediately who had done this and felt rage mix with the sick sensation in her stomach. “Oh… oh Jesus…,” gasped out of her before she was running to the extra parts room. In her panic, she was unaware of metallic clanking coming from down the hall. All she knew was she had to do what she could to put the mascots back together.
Sneakers skidding on the tile, she entered the creepy room; ignoring the empty stares of the extra heads lining the shelves on the walls. Even the arms that seemed to be reaching for her. With a singular purpose, she grabbed a tool box as well as supplies. Then she was running back into the hall, squeaking when she slammed into something rather solid. Landing on her ass, she looked up to see Freddy staring curiously at her. “Dismantled… back room… have to help them,” came out of her before she was trying to get by. She was a bit shocked when she heard the thud of his metallic feet as the animatronic followed her.
Deciding not to worry about it, Rose rushed to her destination; swearing to herself while tears blurred her vision. To her horror, the decapitated head of her friends turned to face her as soon as she entered the room. “J-just hang on. I’ll… I’ll do the best I can to put you guys back together. Christ… I’ve never seen anything this bad before,” she whispered as she rolled up her sleeves and got out her tools. She only paused when the door she had closed slowly opened. Turning her head, she saw Freddy. Motioning for him to come in, she wasn’t surprised when he was followed closely by the others. Making strange screeches, the others began to twitch violently before beginning to help her put their fallen doppelgangers back together.
Elsewhere, in the darkness and silence of the restaurant, a small child giggled at the adventure he was having. Rob Rabbit had asked him and only him to stay behind for a special game of hide and seek. He had waited for such a long time and had almost left with the second group of kids. Now, hiding under the table from the golden rabbit, he was glad he hadn’t. He couldn’t remember ever feeling so excited, yet scared at the same time.
Suddenly, in the gloom of the dining area, he could hear the humming of Rob. The tune of one of the many songs he was familiar with. Pressing his hands against his mouth to keep in his laughter, he felt his tiny heart pound against his ribs as the humming got closer. Then, it was moving away and he was given a few sweet moments where he was allowed to believe he might win the game. Then the hinged, slightly scary face of the friendly bunny was appearing under the table. “Found you,” sing-songed a chipper voice from inside the golden fur of the suit.
“You get two more chances,” advised the mascot, offering a hand to the young boy. Nodding, the child was crawling out; scampering off when his companion began to count once more. He didn’t ask what would happen what would happen if he lost. Such things simply didn’t matter when he was enjoying himself this much. Besides, Rob would probably just pat him on the head and let him go home after. Then he could tell all his friends about how he had stayed at Fredbear’s after closing.
Focusing on trying to rewire the arms, she directed the others in how to repair the rest. As she and her friends worked through the night, it was becoming apparent that neither Fredbear would quite be the same again. Some vital parts had just been taken, leaving him without the ability to move or even speak. Yet, somehow, he still retained his ability to laugh. It should be impossible without his voicebox but Rose found she couldn’t be all that shocked. Instead, she felt both sad as well as deeply violated on her friends’ behalves. Her own Uncle had come in here and torn them apart, had even stolen parts of them.
The worst part was, she would never be able to prove it. Even if she could, there wasn’t anyone left alive that would care enough to stop him. Mr. Bedian had died long ago and his children had never had any interest in the franchise. That left this place entirely in the hands of Roy. As far as the machines went, it was his show to run. Yet, she wasn’t about to just sit by and just leave them disassembled. Wiping her tears she continued to tighten bolts and screws. Even with the help of the others, she had a very long night ahead of her.
Looking up at Rob while he was led to a dark, back area, the boy couldn’t help but wonder if he was really allowed back here. Tightening his grip on the furred appendage around his, he came to the conclusion he was. Why would the rabbit lead him here if he wasn’t. “While you lost, you still get a prize for being such a good hider. Its in this room ahead. Just hold on tight if it gets scary,” assured the voice of his hero, instantly putting him at ease.
Rob would never do anything to hurt him. Rob was a friend to all children. Besides, the bunny was the one that had let him stay after. He had never been allowed to stay up this late and found the entire situation wholly exciting. Nodding, he began to hum the song from before; startling when a huge door rattled open in front of him. “Now close your eyes until I tell you. Uncle Rob is gonna show you something real special,” sighed the same voice from earlier, holding a slight edge he didn’t like. He just couldn’t put his finger on why.
Yawning, she tightened the final bolt on the old Chica’s head; feeling exhausted down to her very soul. Yet, she could rest until she knew all her friends were alright. Thankfully, to her relief, they began to get to their feet one by one. The two versions of Fredbear were the only exceptions. “I’m glad you’re okay. I just wish I could prevent it from happening again. For some reason, Roy has one Hell of a vendetta against you guys,” whispered out of her as she allowed herself to sit down on the chilly, oil stained tile.
“Ksssshhh zrrtttt th-thank y-you for ea- ea- bzzzrt fixing us R-r-r-ose,” stuttered out of Bonnie’s voicebox while Foxy gently bent to pick her off the floor.
In the delivery bay, nothing was there to witness what was happening or even hear the distressing noises. No one but a pair of shadows seeming to lurk behind the towers of cardboard boxes. Shadows that didn’t look like they belonged to any human being. Shadows that had glowing red eyes. Shadows that followed the purple clad figure while they carried a small, limp bundle in their arms. Shadows that saw when that tiny bundle was simply dumped into a dumpster. Shadows that dug the bundle back out again.
Moving down the hall with his precious burden, Foxy didn’t have to turn his head to know his fellows were behind him. In their own way, they cared for this odd female. This human who had treated them like they were alive long before she had found out their secret. Staring down at her, he felt the beginnings of a foreign emotion sparking across his circuits. It was protectiveness, something he and the others normally only felt for the children.
Laying her down on the stage of his cove, he wished he knew where to find some soft things to lay her on. The best he could do was use the vest he wore as a makeshift pillow. Pulling away from her, he moved toward the shadows waiting for him in the doorway. Despite being unable to move, Fredbear still gave the orders. Right now, he wanted them to go to the party room. The body of a child had been found and something must be done.
Moving stiffly into the huge room, the animatronic moved toward the shadowy, almost solid looking figures standing on the stage. At their feet lay the boy of the boy as well as an odd looking doll. A doll that was the same size as they were and appeared to be an unused mascot. Freddy was the first to mount the platform, picking up the body of the child. Bonnie was next, tearing open the body of the massive jester puppet. Chica came third, taking the body from Freddy to place in the cavity of the doll. Foxy was last, sewing up the tear with his one good hand.
Staring down at the smiling, white face of the marionette, the small group looked up at the shadowy twins. Red eyes flashed and the unnaturally long limbs of the lifeless thing lifted. Slowly, blue paint began to dribble from its blackening eyes; resembling tears in a haunting manner. Then it was slowly sitting up, moving like it was controlled by a drunken puppeteer. Looking down at the cloth gloves that were its new hands, its thin chest began to writhe while chilling laughter echoed from an unused voicebox.
Floating deep in comfortable darkness, Rose frowned when she felt something trying to rouse her. Hissing, she rolled away from the person shaking her; only to have a chuckle grace her ears. “Come on beautiful. There’s a much more comfortable spot to nap in my office,” offered a familiar, slightly nasally mid-tone from above her. Opening one eye, she felt a bit of her die when she saw Scott. Of course he would find her, he was on night duty temporarily. Still, she cursed her luck that it had to be her crush, of all people.
“Thanks for the offer. I had to do some late night repairs, came an explanation while she allowed the purple clad security guard to pull her to her feet. Then she was allowing him to lead her to his office, honestly looking forward to the couch he had in there. While it was small, it was bound to be more comfortable than the Cove stage. Still, she couldn’t help but notice Foxy was still missing as she walked out of the room.
The next day, all Hell broke loose. One of the kids from the first group yesterday had gone missing and the mother was in complete hysterics. She had called the restaurant twenty times despite the cops already investigating and finding nothing. Yet, Rose had a vaguely sick feeling inside. A feeling that told her she knew all too well what had happened. That she knew who had been responsible and his name was Jeremy Fitzgerald. Looking up at him, she did her best to read his face while he swept up nothing.
To her horror, he was still smiling. In fact, he seemed even happier today; whistling one of the songs that was popular with the kids. Worse still, the trio on the stage were all staring at him; their mouths yawning open. In her brief experience with their living behaviors, it was a show of aggression. It immediately filled her with a deep dread. Had the newbie really done something to the boy who had never come home. If he did, what on Earth did he do with the body? Making a note to ask her friends after work, she kept a much closer eye on Jeremy for the rest of the day.
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