He had no choice, He had to show up to make sure the last party went perfectly. Only people with reservations could enter, amounting to about 20 people for one child's birthday party. He wore his blue and black uniform, watching the partygoers silently from a corner, watching for anything suspicious. After what he had The other two guards were flanking the parts and service room, with him out of their sight. He adjusted his hat, listening to the music play distantly. What he didn’t hear, was the low snarl behind him. He looked at his watch, and then back at the partygoers. He tapped his foot, impatiently. It was almost his time to swap with one of the other two guards. He swaps his place at the door, much to his dismay. He stood, waiting, watching silently.
Kids around him played and laughed, running around the Game Area and playing on the carousel or listening to the music box. They were given gifts by the Puppet, or ate their pizza down at the tables. He just watched, suppressing memories he didn’t want to surface again.
He just kept looking at the Parts and Service room, a quick unease drifting over him. He kept hovering over the noise, trying to catch anything suspicious.
What he didn’t hear, however, was his slowly encroaching doom, until his cohort let out a strangled gasp, and pointed to the ceiling above him. He turned, and watched as a white and pink maw swung down from the ceiling, planting its fangs…
***
“You got them parts ready, boss?” Dave asked as he looked at the man in front of him.
“Yep,” Steve sighed, “Mr. Afton sure ain’t gonna make this job easy for us.” And with that, he carried out four animatronic animals, a furry brown bear, a purple rabbit, a yellow chicken, and a crimson pirate fox, all four tattered and withered with years of stories untold.
“Afton said we’ll need a smaller establishment,” Steve grumbled, “Because rebuilding apparently isn’t a mistake after all this shit.”
One by one, Steve would shove the four bipeds into the truck, before shutting the moving truck’s doors. Before they could get ready to drive away, however, he heard a voice from behind them.
“How's the packing going boys?”
Dave would notice William’s entrance
“I told the authorities that all we had was 4 old robots, 20 folding tables, and three dozen folding chairs., and an… old friend of mine.”
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“Oh yeah, uhm, we just got them loaded in now!” Dave announced triumphantly. Steve rolled his eyes in annoyance.
William simply nodded, and walked off.
“He never tells us anything, I swear it.” Steve grumbled under his breath.
“So, uh, you got those old friends loaded up?” a familiar face called from in front of the location's door.
“Yeah.” Steve answered as he turned toward Henry, a fake smile plastered on his face.
Henry chuckled, “Good, William wouldn’t have taken it as well as I have. Well, that’s all I wanted to hear from you. I, uh, gotta check on how the packing is going elsewhere.”
As Henry left, Steve and Dave got into the car and drove off.
“I feel unnerved about those things, I’ll tell you that.” Steve looked at Dave.
“Why? They're just robots?”
“Dunno. Whenever I’m around them, I just feel like something’s off.”
Dave stroked his chin, a look of childlike innocence on his face. “Well, that white fox one was alright…”
Steve stared at Dave, annoyed as he knew what Dave wanted to say.
“Well… that was until she-”
Steve slammed his hand over Dave’s open mouth.
“If HR hears ANY of us mention what happened to that poor bastard last week, we’ll be FIRED. FIRED, DAVE.”
Their conversation from there died out just as quickly as it had begun. They saw what happened to him. They just drove in silence, down the road to the warehouse.
They had some robots to refurbish, Fazbear Entertainment hadn’t been stopped by bloodshed, and it certainly wouldn’t be stopped now.
“... Did they say anything about the new bots being scrapped?” Dave asked.
“Well… they say that it was like they almost all tried to fight against being scrapped… that bunny is freakishly strong, they say he broke someone's jaw in a panic.”
Dave sat quietly for a few seconds. “And the others?”
Steve sat quietly for a few seconds, before responding. “The ugly chicken got aggressive fast, but she’s small and light, so a few well placed shocks took her down fast. The bear just tried to talk his way out, but he went almost quietly. The rabbit was a real fighter, like I told you. He broke a jaw and a few arms before they finally cornered him.”
Dave sat quietly. “And… the fox?”
Steve stared at the wheel. “... they say she took it like a champ, didn’t even fight, just… layed there, lethargic while they put her on a pallet. Not a single sound. She seemed to know what she did was… wrong.”
Dave nodded, and the rest of the drive was in silence.