[NON-PONE] Jumping on the bandwagon

Based on this:
[13:08:50] Jibber: http://knowyourmeme.com/photos/812475-five-nights-at-freddys

>Bonnie wears skimpy outfits, but her favourite is her bunny girl suit.
>Foxy is super energetic and sporty, even despite her prosthetic hand and leg.
>Chica is the homely type, trying to win your affections with a smorgasbord of delicious treats.
>Fredrica sneaks up on you and hugs you from behind, smushing her huge breasts into your back

>Late one night at your job as a security guard for Scuzz-E-Cheez's
>You're goofing off, as usual.
>It's not as if the animatronics come to life or anything, right?
>That'd just be stupid.
>So you sip on your cool beverage that you got from the kitchen and once in a while glance at the security iPad to check on things.
>You look at the stage.
>Things aren't quite as normal.
>The animatronics are gone.
>And instead of them are 3 girls that you know very well.
>You announce over the intercom.
"Girls, what the hell are you doing here? Go home!"
>The girls don't falter from their statuesque poses.
>Bonnie, in her bunny girl outfit, stands with her hand on her curvaceous hips, poking out her fuzzy tail for the camera to see.
>Chica is wearing nothing but her apron, and stands sideways to give the camera lens a good view of her side boob and ass.
>Frederica is wearing a top hat, bow tie and burlesque girl outfit.
>You think it's getting quite warm in here all of a sudden, so you look away from the pad to turn on the fan.
>Much better.
>You look back at the security pad, ready to ogle your sisters one more time before you chide them again.
>You don't get the opportunity, however, as when you look back, they're all gone.

"Good," you think to yourself
>They must have taken your advice and left.
>So you go back to occupying yourself with your cool beverage.
>So delicious.
>Time passes, and as you expected your graveyard shift is mostly peaceful.
>Until you hear shuffling noises coming from down the hallway.
>Well shit, you'd better do your job...
>From here.
>You take out the security pad and start browsing the cameras.
>West corner, clear...
>West hallway, clear...
>Supply closet?
>HOLY SHIT
>Bonnie is still there, half draped in shadow, staring right at the camera.
>You get on the intercom.
"Bonnie, you get out of there right now! I see you in the supply closet! Go home like the others!"
>Bonnie's stony façade finally falls to this admonishment and she slinks away, head hung low.
>You watch her go down the west corridor and through the dining room to the exit.
>You take the opportunity to look at her bunny tail.
>You take a sip of your cool beverage since it's getting hot in here again.
>What the hell was she doing in the supply closet, anyway?
>You switch the camera feed back to that.
>There are love hearts drawn on the ground surrounding the message, "IT'S ME."
>That's... weird.
>But it's a job for the cleaners to fix, not you.
>You go back to lazing around when you start to hear clattering from the kitchen.

>You switch the camera feed over to the kitchen.
>Blackness stares up at you from the screen.
>Shit, you forgot that the camera in there is broken.
>You told management that if someone's sneaking up on you with a meat cleaver, you wanted to know about it.
>Those damn cheapskates.
>The audio still works, though, and you hear humming along with the metallic sounds of pots and pans being used.
>You suspect that you know exactly who is in there.
"Chica? What are you still doing here? Go home." you say over the intercom.
>Immediately you hear a feminine gasp and the clattering of yet more pots and pans as they fall to the floor.
>"A-anon? How did you know it was me?"
"Because you just told me, doofus."
>"Oh darn..."
"Go home."
>"Y-yes. Okay. I will do just that. Immediately."
>You always could tell when Chica was lying.
>She has always been terrible at it.
>You keep monitoring the kitchen, listening to her pleasant humming as she continues her task, hidden from your view.
>Who the hell breaks into a restaurant at 3am to make a meal for their brother?
>Chica, that's who.
>She'll make a fine bride someday.
>For someone else, of course.
>I-it's not like you want to claim your sisters' asses.
>You turn up the fan, since it's boiling in here.
>When you get back to the feed, though, there's nothing but silence.
"Chica? Chica, are you gone?"
>Wait, she was definitely lying about going home, which means...
>You stop looking at the security feed and turn on the lights to your right.
>Looking in right through your window with a grin that stretches from ear to ear is Chica.
"HOLY FUCK!" you exclaim, as you slam your hand down on the door close button.
>In the flickering hallway light, Chica looks almost demonic in her now-stained apron.
>Red blotches stain the pristine white fabric, ruining it.
>She holds something in her hands.
>It drips from its plate in thick gouts.
>"Anon...~" Chica sings, "Let me in...~ I've got something for you..."
>All the time she never stops smiling.
>But it's not her usual, motherly smile that brings you joy every time you see her in the kitchen.
>It's mischievous, this time.
"N-no! Go home!"

>You don't know why, but Chica just put the fear of god into you.
>All you know is that there's no way in hell you're opening that door.
>"What's the matter, Anon? I made this all for you..."
"I-I never asked for this!"
>"Open up, Anon." Chica demands more sternly.
>You freeze.
>You've never seen Chica this angry.
>Then again, you've never turned down a meal from her.
"N-no!"
>"OPEN UP, ANON." She screams.
>At that time, the faulty light switch decides to finally cut out, obscuring your sister's face.
>Jesus Christ, this place is falling apart.
>Silence prevails between the two of you as Chica awaits a response.
>With a shaking hand, you reach towards the light switch once more.
>With a silence-shattering click, Chica's face is once again revealed, twisted into a mad scowl, a parody of her usual serene expression.
>The faulty wiring to the lighting finally gives out, and the bulb above Chica explodes into a shower of sparks.
>"AAAOOOOOOOOO!" She howls, dropping her tray and scuttling away into the darkness.
>Your heart hammers away in your chest as you bring up the camera feed to observe Chica's retreat.
>Seems like she's running to the restrooms.
>Good.
>At least if she got burned, she can treat herself there.
"C-chica, go home. It's not safe here."
>You listen closely to the restroom camera and hear quiet sobbing.
>"Okay..." Chica whispers.
>This time you can tell she means it.
>You don't take your eyes off the camera feed until you see her leave, though.
>Once she does, you put a hand to your chest to feel your rapid heartbeat.
>Nobody told you that being a security guard would be so damn spooky!
>This time you decide to inspect the damage that your antics have caused.
>Right outside your front door is a load of broken glass.
>Sure enough, that bulb exploded.
>Yet another complaint to make for management to ignore.
>You'll let the cleaners deal with the mess, though.
>As you return to your room, you notice something on the wall.
>The posters of the animatronics have been replaced with something... flowery.
>Plain, white paper has been pasted over the posters, and something is written on them.
>In pink lipstick, a large heart with an arrow through it has the words, "IT'S ME" inscribed on it.
>The design is repeated three times along the wall, one for each of the animatronic posters.
>Weird...

>You slump down once again in your chair and sip on your cool beverage.
>Huh, almost run out.
>You'll have to go to the kitchen to get more some time.
>This time, though, you don't neglect your duties.
>You scroll through each of the cameras, looking for signs of your sisters.
>There were three of them, and if Bonnie and Chica stuck around, then Frederica probably did, too.
>This place is so damn dark, though.
>It's hard to see anything, really.
>You keep scrolling, past the dining room, through the corridor and to...
>Pirate cove.
>That place has been abandoned since the incident, but your sisters wouldn't know that.
>It'd be the perfect place to hide.
>You study the curtain for signs of tampering.
>Its sequinned surface glimmers in the low security lights.
>But otherwise it stays still.
>Still, it can't hurt to be careful.
"Whoever's in Pirate cove, get out of there. I know you're in there."
>You watch the curtain for a moment...
>No response.
>You keep scrolling, checking every room.
>You even check the kitchen, just to make you feel at least a little more secure.
>Once again, you return to Pirate Cove, glancing for any changes from the last time you were there.
>This time, the curtain is open slightly.
>The optimistic part of your brain tells you that it's just the wind.
>You keep scrolling through cameras since you haven't found Frederica.
>She's practically a ninja, always getting the jump on you.
>You don't want to lose her in all of this darkness.
>The power gauge bleeps at you.
>10%
>Whoa, holy shit.
>You've been burning through this like crazy.
>Management is gonna kill you for burning all their power.
>And yet,
>You can't pull yourself away from the cameras.
>You don't know what Frederica is planning, but you don't want to be on the receiving end of it.
>Once again you reach Pirate Cove, and this time your heart jumps into your throat.
>The curtain is wide open.
>The sign that usually warns customers that the attraction is out of order simply reads, "IT'S ME."
>TINK THUNK TINK THUNK
>Shit, you recognise that sound.
>That's the unmistakeable gait of Foxy's prosthetic leg.
>There weren't just three of them, there were four!
>You scroll through the cameras to look for her.
>You've only got a few seconds to find her, since she's on the move.
>Even though she's missing an arm, eye and leg, she's the fastest of them all.
>You got her!
>She's in the west corridor, and closing fast.
>She's wearing a maniacal grin on her face and waving her hook around in the air as she sprints towards you.
>You have to act now, or all is lost!
>You lunge towards the door controls as the sound of Foxy's footsteps loom ever closer to you.
>You see her just around the corner as the security door slams down between the two of you.
>THUNK
>"Oww...!"
"F-foxy? Did you just slam into the door?"
>"Yeah..."
"You klutz! What do you think you're doing?"
>"Depth perception is hard..."
"What are you even doing here?"
>"I just wanted to give you this knot!"
>A hooked hand holds a frayed piece of rope in front of your security window.
"Really? REALLY?"
>"Y-yeah! It's hard to tie a knot with one hand..."
>You admit that she has a point.
>This is quite an achievement for her.
"Very good, Foxy. Is that all, though?"
>"Not quite. I was also told to do this."
>You look through the window to see Foxy rearing back for a punch with her prosthetic hand.
>Her hook slams into the door once, twice and finally for a third time.
>On the third punch, the lights in your security room switch off, and you hear the generator finally give up the ghost.
>The door opens to reveal Foxy's giggling as she scampers off into the darkness.
>"Have fun, you two!"

>You poke your head out into the darkness to call after Foxy.
"You two? What do you mean, you two? Who do you mean?!"
>Your questions fall on deaf ears, as only the echo of your voice own the corridor answers you.
>The only noise to accompany you in the darkness is the sound of the cold night wind blowing freely through the ventilation shafts, no longer impeded by the constant blowing of fans.
>Speaking of which, your own fan is now out of power.
>You start to sweat.
>It's just the heat, right?
>There's no way that you're nervous.
>You're the security guard!
>The cold breeze from the ventilation shaft quietly answers your inner monologue.
>It's freezing cold.
>You can't deny it anymore.
>But you still can't stop sweating.
>Who?
>Who did she mean?
>WHO IS STILL STALKING YOU?
>And then you feel it.
>A breath on the back of your neck that makes your hair stand on end.
>And closely followed by a warm pair of soft sensations on your back.
>Their heat radiates through your thin security guard uniform and sends shivers down your spine.
"F-frederica?"
>Unmistakable giggling floats into your ears.
>"It's me."

>It was a long night, filled with ups and downs, but you know one thing,
>you weren't reddy 4 Freddy.