Tracy and Aaron looked around at the damaged building’s West Hall. Drawings from decades prior scathed the ground. Aaron ran toward one and took a closer look at one of the drawings, showing the purple bipedal rabbit they’d seen near the Dining Area.
“MY FUN DAY AT FREDDY FAZBEAR’S PIZZA!”
“This place looked like so much fun!” Aaron turned to Tracy.
Tracy nodded at her brother, smiling.
Matthew chuckled, and took a closer look at the drawings as well. There were many drawings with the bear and the bunny, a handful with a chicken, and a grand total of 3 with a red fox. Matthew wandered further down the hallway, and entered a dark, squarish room with many cracked monitors on a desk, along with a keyboard with most of the camera names ripped off, a single cupcake on top of a small stack of papers and a monitor with a shattered screen. What surprised him the most, however, was the fact that upon flicking a light switch on the back wall, the light stuttered on, and lit up the room. 3 of the monitors stayed off, but one, while cracked, lit up as a camera.
However, the hope was dashed quickly as a simple “NO COMMUNICATION” flickered on the screen, with most of the other cameras he pressed on with the tiny keyboard being the same. Matthew grumbled, and sat in the squeaky office chair. He scanned the cameras some more, until a slight movement caught his eye, and he leaned closer to the camera with the beat up bear on it.
The text above the camera read “DI IN REA”, several letters missing.
It was at that moment a question hit Matthew.
This place had been shut down for decades, so why did it still have any form of power?
He quit pondering when he thought he saw the bear’s eyes lit up, and flickered slightly… That had to be in his head, still air did that sometimes.
Matthew rubbed his eyes, and saw that the bear was back to normal, back to being seated in the position he was in before. He laughed quietly to himself, and decided to take a walk, and maybe see if he could hook up the cams to a hotspot or something of the sort.
Grant stared around the building, he had ended up in the restaurant’s kitchen. He grabbed a pizza pan off of a nearby counter that had a hole punched through it, and felt the edges of said hole. It was jagged, but not sharp enough to draw blood. He set it back down, and had to stifle a scream when he turned around, and was met with the shattered form of a yellow chicken.
The yellow chicken was pretty beat up, missing the upper beak and its hands, with a faded bib that Grant was sure read “Let's Eat!!” at one point in the robots' existence.
Grant hesitantly got a little closer, and then laughed quietly.
It wasn’t even on, no reason to be scared
Its wiring had probably burnt out a long time ago.
He left the kitchen, and wandered around the rest of the pizzeria, curious as to what he’d see next. The damp pizzeria was worse for wear everywhere that Grant looked, puddles of rain water from holes in the ceiling made the cracked floor glisten in the moonlight. His footsteps echoed off of the empty walls and halls as he wandered further, to the other end of the stage, and to a room labeled “Backstage”.
The door hinges had been completely ripped off, exposing part of the table inside, along with some old parts and mascot heads, most of them with intense water damage.
Maybe he’d finally find something interesting back there.
As Grant wandered in, he picked up one of the heads, staring into the empty eyes of a red… fox? He couldn’t really tell, it was beaten up and coated with a mix of moss and slime.
Grant took a look around the room, taking in the room as a whole.
He saw a plethora of mascot heads, several brown bears, some blue rabbits, a few of those yellow chickens, and some more of that red fox. There were some other heads though, one that looked like a beat up dog, one that seemed to be a white rabbit with a tophat, and a broken clock mask. Grant picked up a few more heads, looking inside them and occasionally trying the clean ones on for fun. Maybe this place wasn’t all too bad after all, just a fun little trip with his buddies.
He looked around for more heads, before peeking under the table, to be met with a red torso and arms, the right arm having a hook for a hand. He dragged it out from under the table, and inspected its red covering, looking at all the rips and tears, noting its lack of a head and legs, almost like they were chopped off.
He wasn’t sure how it got in here, but he came to the conclusion that it was brought in here for repairs which had never been finished. He set it down, and stood up, before leaving the room to explore further.
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Tracy and Aaron were scrounging around the main party room, Aaron trying on every party hat he found, smiling widely. Tracy couldn’t help but smile at her brother, so young and careless, full of energy.
Aaron ran up to the ninth party hat he’d found, and went to grab it, before looking up into the brown bear’s face, sitting there, collecting moss and dust. Aaron smiled, he had no reason to be afraid of an old robot, it's not like it could hurt him anyways. He giggled, and poked its nose, listening to the out of tune squeak it emitted. He curiously peered into its chest cavity, looking at all the burnt out wires and the rusty metal skeleton, occasionally poking things that looked safe for him to touch, feeling the cold steel and smooth wires.
Tracy, on the other hand, was exploring the other hallway, looking around at the other children's drawings, stopping to look at each one. A few had a red fox, a slightly larger amount had a yellow bird of some kind, or a blueish rabbit, and the grand majority had a smiling brown bear, but the more Tracy looked at the ones with the bear, the more fake its smile seemed to become, the more hungry and intelligent its eyes looked, until she was sure that the bear wasn’t friendly at all, as if the facade was forced. She paused at one of the drawings, however, and leaned in close… The rabbit wasn’t usually yellow… it might have just been the lack of a blue crayon within arms reach. But the smile on the yellow rabbit seemed a lot less forced, more like it was smiling to appear more friendly to the singular stick figure child. She found that strange, but there were more interesting things to look at.
She shrugged, and wandered away, turning to face a poster with a brown bear on it, smiling at the camera with the caption “FazBear’s Family Diner! Fun for the whole family!” written in big white block letters on it. Something seemed off about it, though. Maybe it was the blank, uncaring stare from the bear, or the fake smile, or maybe it was just how… clean it was. Compared to the drawings with faded crayon and torn paper, it looked almost brand new, with clean, neatly pressed paper glued nicely to the wall, hardly crooked at all. She flicked the lifted corner of the paper, and walked down the hallway, and to midpoint with a supply closet, and opened the battered door, and peeked in at the many brooms and rusted buckets, some with stagnant water in the bottom.
She figured that there wouldn’t be anything interesting in there, and closed the door, leaving to wander down the hallway again, and back to where her brother was.
Gary yawned, and sat in the security office, flipping through the cameras that somewhat functioned, watching Matthew poke around the backstage, Aaron and his sister look at Freddy, and Grant tap Bonnie hesitantly with his foot. He wasn’t entirely sure why he agreed to come here, he’d never cared for places like this, and since there was nothing of value at all, he might as well leave already. But, that’d mean he’d abandon his friends, and it wasn’t his car anyways. He grumbled, and continued looking through the working cameras, desperately wishing he could go home. He kicked his feet up, knocking a cheap foam cup off the table, and nudging the phone which made a dismal ring, starting him. Out of curiosity, he went to check the recent calls on the phone, since he had nothing better to do. A lot of them seemed to be welcome to the job calls, each with varying levels of clarity, some almost perfectly audible, others were garbled messes, but after going through them for a few minutes, he paused to listen to one with the date ‘6-22-93’, which was the shortest of the bunch.
“Uh…. h-hello? Hello hello? I uh… might not… be able to send a message tomorrow… things are getting dicey here.-”
BANG, BANG.
Gary was sure that it was just interference or static, but…
“Look… if you do ever hear this… check in those empty heads in the back room… I… I’ve wanted to know what's in there… look, just… make it out of this alive, for me alright? Learn from my mistakes and…”
But the heads had nothing in them, what was this guy talking about…?
His thought process was cut short when the drone of an old generator cutting off pierced the silence, and the man on the phone’s breathing grew heavy as a music box started to play. The phone guy took a shaky breath, and…
“Oh… oh no.”
The line went dead, but just before it did, he heard a chuckle.
Gary himself was silent… Did he just hear someone die? No… they were fine… nothing here was alive… right?
He nearly had a heart attack when he heard Matthew clear his throat, and tap his nails against the old security door frame.
“What’d you find Gary?” he asked, walking into the office and leaning over, staring at the phone.
Gary just shrugged, he knew that it was a call transcript of some form, but other than that, he wasn’t all too sure what he’d just listened to, he couldn’t really put his finger on the other ones either, something made them weird too.
“I didn’t expect the phone to work.” Gary said, looking at the dim screen.
Matthew chuckled, and stood back up. “Well, there's power here, what did you expect, silly?”
“I… dunno.” Gary muttered quietly.
“Well, Grant found another robot, if you want to see it, it’s kinda cute.” Matthew said as he turned around to leave the office.
Gary stood up, and followed, staring at the walls around him, looking at the drawings from decades prior. Eventually, the duo reached the bathroom hallway, and stared down at the damaged blueish-purple rabbit.
Grant was leaning over it, seemingly torn between wanting to touch it, and wanting to get as far away from it.
“Well, flip it over.” Gary said, motioning to the robot.
Grant looked nervously around, looking for volunteers, until he worked up the courage to grab its shoulder, and flip it onto its back, getting a good look at its face.
It was a grizzly sight, half of its face was missing, and its only remaining eye was stuck in a look of surprise or fear, and part of its torso outer covering was torn off, revealing its rusted metal skeleton.
Aaron stepped back a bit, and looked up at his sister.
“Is it ok, Tracy?” he asked, before looking back at the damaged bot.
Tracy wasn’t too sure what to say… it looked worse for wear in every way.
Matthew took his phone out of his leggings pocket, and checked the time.
“It's almost 1 am… should we leave?”
“Nah, there's more here I know there is!” Grant responded, before going back to the main party room.
Everyone else nervously exchanged glances, but it wouldn’t hurt to explore a little more.