Incident Report

Jim? Your answering machine better be getting this because boy oh boy, our asses are on the fire after this.

You need to get our head engineers here pronto. The police and paramedics are here for the second time in six months and they want answers right fucking now. I’m on the phone in your office right now, actually. Trying to find our blueprints and the schedule for today.

Look, I know my job is to manage this stuff. That’s why I’m the executive manager, haha... But you were the one who wanted the eggheads to work on those old and busted bots while we ran this place. It’s all downhill, man. This place is gone to hell.

They wheeled Jeremy in today. The guard who got bit, you know? The therapist and attorney called last week to talk about compensations. I said today was fine because we didn’t have any birthday parties reserved, and the uh, “free-range mode”? Something like that? Yeah, they weren’t supposed to be getting near us.

Well,  apparently somebody scheduled a last-minute birthday celebration for a…Michael Schmidt? I don’t know how, but someone obviously didn’t turn the robots off for today.

So, what happened is I’m twiddling my thumbs waiting for these two pencil-pushers and their client to saunter up to my office, and I hear everything go dead silent.

I peek outside, and it’s June all over again.

The party’s taking place right in front of the entrance, and they already wheeled Pinny in his box to bring the kid’s cake out.  Fritz got the kids all ready for Freddy and the rest, and they came out just as Jerry was wheeled in. I don’t know how they work specifically, but they heard the door open and turned towards it. Chica did a little shivering noise and Bonnie asked for a jacket from Fritz. But Freddy...

Freddy just...screamed. I’ve only heard it once, I got in the parking lot a bit earlier than six, and just waited it out in my car.  I’m not sure about what goes down here at night one hundred percent… But that scream I heard that night, it was not as human and loud as this one was. It was like a yelp of a dying animal. Or a kid.  Freddy tried to wriggle his hands under the helmet, batting at it like a punching bag. He suddenly just..stopped.

Fritz saw everything.

Freddy charged straight at the two. Jerry and the woman… She wheeled him out in time but there was still clearance.

Jerry got the brunt of it. He was flung to the ground, his bandaged side hitting the iced concrete first. A meaty, yet sharp crunch echoed throughout the building as Jerry’s brains dribbled onto the side-walk.

Fritz tells me that Freddy ran across the parking lot and out into the park half a block over. There’s a medium- pool of water over there, surrounded by a ring of rocks.

Freddy had sprinted over to the biggest and sharpest one there was, and he began bashing himself against it.

Repeatedly. He managed to crack the rubber lined helmet, and the front half slid off him like a spit-roast. Fritz and Phin were delivering whatever medical assistance they could give to the two at this point.

I’d trust Phin with my life, and both of these men have bigger balls than you do, Smith. They don’t make shit up. Phin told me that Freddy had paused, and turned his face towards the ground where a mask was now. Phin says that he turned, and looked for a bigger rock.
He angled one of the rocks carved for a rudimentary bench, and he charged at it. He gouged a slit  inside of his abdomen, Evans. All of this is on you.

Freddy moved back a bit for distance, and then he charged straight into the ice.
It was about three inches of crust. And it collapsed the second he touched it.
I saw smoke and water splash out. Kids were screaming by now as they saw the man on the side-walk.

Phin tells me that we can probably recover the AI from the endoskeleton skull. But I think it’s time to close up shop, Evans. I’m fucking done.

You know what I heard as Freddy belly-flopped to death?

It was from the rabbit. Bonnie.

Strawberry. That’s my favorite flavor.

One of the policemen hurled when they saw the pool. I wasn’t close enough to see, but he said something about the smell of burning flesh.

I quit, Evans.