The New Guy Ch. 1

>The ringing of a phone echoed through the barren halls of the newly reopened pizzeria, infamously known as Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza.
>The ring carried it notes all along the empty corridors without a single door to hinder their passage
>It’s sirens’ call would fall on deaf ears today.
>The day in which not a soul was capable of answering it.

“ALRIGHT BOYS AND GIRLS, ARE YOU REAAAAAAAAADY??”

“Ready for what Freddy?”

“Why, ready for a party of course Chica! Ha ha ha!”

>A boisterous chord rang out in the air, as the blue rabbit on stage began to strum it’s guitar, a cruising electric tune emanating from it and into the crowd of children huddled over their plates devouring pizza and birthday cakes alike for the momentous occasion;

>FREDDY FAZBEAR’S IS BACK! AND WITH A NEW CREW T’BOOT!

>It was true; the animatronics were reconstructed, reprogrammed and ready to make their appearance once more, with a much less vitriolic appearance, at last!

>The pizzeria was buzzing with activity, smiling parents keeping a watchful eye over their children, whom ran and roamed free amongst several new arcade machines, playplaces and ball pits.

>The workers spent their time cleaning up, keeping order, and overall maintaining the environment, but this time without as much frustration; it seemed the reopening truly was a more bright experience to just about everyone attending.

>For the most part anyway.

>There was still one that kept order of the place as hard working as everyone else – albeit from a good distance.

>Your eyes were furrowed, locked on the robotic band members entertaining children; you couldn’t help but grow tense working in the same place as his would-be assailants and assassins.
>Keeping to himself, as you were used to, you worked solitarily at the animatronic consoles, keeping an eye on the readings and feedback of each of their actions.

>Paranoia is one hell of a drug after you’d been hunted by a child’s hero, not once, but twice;

>What?

>Of course they tried again after the first incident.

>Who?

>Well, a quick glace over at the monitors yielded the answer all too familiar to the grizzled kiddie-veteran:

“Here lies Foxy” you mutter quietly, “Piece of shit, Shitty Pirate, Awful Clown, and all around defunct scrap metal. Rest in
pieces.”

>To you, the sight of Foxy, new OR old, torn limb for limb like some vampiric beast was almost gratifying after its second malfunction.
>The damned canine clown, after being rebooted for testing the night before, blinked once, twice, and then a third time, glancing among the four associates in the room next door, separated by mere glass.

>It locked eyes with you, paused, but moved on to the next before suddenly lunging at the glass at the guy next to you; another employee that worked here, but during night shift, so you never saw him much.
>Thanks to your insistence that someone stay near the power line, another fatality was avoided, and the employee was pardoned for the day, but expected to return the next night, and to your surprise he actually did;

>Must be your replacement.

>Poor bastard.

>The mechanical monstrosity on the other hand was disabled, deconstructed, and left in a heap for retrieval in the morning; though the manufacturers never came, so it sat in the Parts and Services section of the restaurant: a tomb for all animatronics like it.

“WELL ALRIGHTY KIDS. TIME TO HEAD BACKSTAGE ONCE AGAIN!” you hear the insufferable bear say

“DON’T YOU FRET KIDS! WE’LL BE BACK SOON, AND WE CAN START HAVING MORE FUN WHEN WE DO.”

“THAT’S RIGHT BONNIE!” Chica’s new sporty clone spoke up, “AND WITH THAT, MORE PIZZA.”

>You paid them no mind, waiting out the rest of your day shift with ease.
>It was only the occasional pause and glance at you the new animatronics did from time to time that unnerved you.

>They didn’t do it to any of the other employees

>Just you.


>Like they knew something.
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Meanwhile…
Night Shift: 12:30 AM.

>”HELLO? HE-HELLO? WELL CHANCES ARE IF YOU’RE HEARING THIS, YOU’VE MADE A VERY POOR CAREER CHOICE.”

>Glance Left.
>Flashlight
>Glance Right
>Flashlight

“Clear..”

>Up? Clear.
>Vents? Clear.
*Click*

>You sit in your chair, knuckles white with the force you have gripping the tablet.
>Shadows flick and dance on each camera you turn to, Footsteps going up and down the halls.
>You’re the new night guard, and you’ve entered your own brand of hell, as these… things… now roam the halls in various stages of disrepair, old and new, on the search for something you can’t possibly fathom.

“Oh god.. Oh jeez oh god.. Why me.. wh-“

*THUD THUD THUD THUD*

>NO NO NO NO

*Shunk*