3 Chapter 2

He knows very well that it is not his work schedule but,

What human being in life rejects the idea of ​​being able to eat free pizza?

He does not know anyone in this life who has done it, and if he knows him, he does not want to know anything about it. Beyond the fact that it is not in his work schedule, he can come calmly, besides that he had agreed, in fact, himself, to come and speak with the guard on duty to tell him about the experience he has had, as well as some details on his first night of work.

He enjoyed eating his pizza a bit.

You can't compare at all to the boy from India who seems to pretend to be Italian and makes some pizzas that make you want to lick your fingers, but this pizza from this place is seriously not far behind.

Either that or maybe the hunger he had was enormous.

"There you are."

The guard on duty seemed to be looking for him by the face and by the words he had blurted out. He approached him. He took the chair, moved it, and then sat in it. He settled down. At that, he looked at one of the slices of the blonde's pizza. He exchanged glances with him. He ended up taking one out of him because he nodded as a sign that he had permission.

"Oh, I needed something to eat," he said. "They are not that great, but they seriously fill you up."

"You were looking for me?"

"Ah? Oh sure." he almost forgot because of how hungry he was. "I want to know if something happened last night," he would say. "There hasn't been a night guard for a long time so, I want to know if something happened, like if someone stayed, and so on."

"No, nothing happened at all."

"Are you sure?"

He finished his slice. As he chewed and swallowed the portion, he stared at him, serious indeed. He swallowed and drank the soda on the side. He kept looking at him like nothing. Then, he cleared his throat. "Does something have to happen?" He asked, his shoulders slumped. "It was a normal night, weird if I have to admit it."

"In what sense?"

He looked around. He approached him. The guard did the same. 'You lied to me about some girls who were going to clean up," he said. He sat normal. The guard simply, stepped back not understanding what the blonde said. "Last night, as I was looking at the cameras to make sure no one stayed, I saw dirty parts that hadn't been cleaned, they would be gross now."

"Just that?"

"Well," he remembered a little. "Some things out of place, nothing serious." He answered like nothing. "It was easy indeed."

The guard had a hard time believing the blonde's words.

Nothing bad happened?

So that means that the previous guard had somehow gone insane by wanting to imagine such things as animatronics wanting to harm him. Maybe it was up to that guard who imagined things. That would explain his strange behavior when he only saw him for a few moments. His eyes narrowed as he looked at the blonde. He didn't seem exalted or anything like that. He is not at all like the previous night guard because when he had said something that they were moving by themselves and seemed to attack them, he could barely see his face, and you could tell how nervous he was. This person in front of him? He didn't seem frightened at all.

"Are you sure that nothing happened?"

"No... well," again, he remembered, "there is something that caught my attention..."

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Last night, 01:32 am

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Indeed, this job seems easy, but the boredom of doing nothing while you are looking at cameras and seeing that no one had sneaked in or that everything was fine, was very tedious.

Before, he would stay up late working, doing manual things, things that required moving at all times. With that, it does not matter if he stayed up late and until 10 am the other day, he was constantly active, and as such, he wouldn't feel tired.

At the moment, he was on the verge of looking for something soft and covering himself with the uniform he is wearing, and on top of that, it seemed that it was a little tight. It seems that it was in vain to say his sizes because they gave him the old uniform that they had available. It was a bit annoying to move. He has to complain about this soon.

"I'm bored," he said to himself, leaning back in his chair. "But if I get paid just to sit and do nothing for hours, great." He sighed anyway. He looked at the cameras and didn't notice anything strange, nothing out of place. "Is it true about that notebook?" He would say aloud. He was so bored that he was thinking about this now. "If it were like that, wouldn't it be weird to have animatronics that move like nothing?" He wondered this.

It was a nice and rare detail.

If he could move on his own and be able to do things outside his programming, taking out the part that supposedly the previous guard said they wanted to kill and rape him, it would be sheer madness. Many people would go crazy... and many important people will want to analyze these animatronics to study and know the reason for having a mind of their own.

He took his face for the headache that this generated.

"I should never have seen Terminator," although he admits that when he went to see it for the premiere, it was the best movie he had ever seen, "none of this is true anyway." He sat up straight then. He was looking at the cameras, and while doing that, he noticed something strange. "What the hell is that?" He said. He approached the camera. According to the day shift guard, too, with some buttons, you can zoom into them and move them... although they won't move at light speed either. He moved it. "Let's see, the central part, in front of the stage," he did a little zoom, and there he saw something strange. He was still and silent. He closed his eyes as he sighed. "SOME GIRLS ARE GOING TO HELP CLEAN UP," —he mimicked the tone of the day shift guard's voice as he denied. "It shows that they clean well, yes, of course, they do."

Not only was there dirt, and things thrown on the floor. The table seats were also very poorly arranged.

He cannot sit still while watching this. His job also consists of leaving everything clean and tidy, seeing that nothing is missing either, and making sure that everything is in order, that everything is in working order.

Anyway, he is going to kill the girls who clean for the reverend shit.

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In front of the stage

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The cameras themselves didn't give you a very good view of things.

Rather, they give you a glimpse of the place, and that's it. They do not have excellent resolution and quality. He could only see that it was dirty. Now that he has this in front of him, he put his hands on his hips as he denied again and again, annoyed and angry.

The place itself was a big thing. The dirt that was there, too. "I don't want to imagine how they must clean their asses if they clean this way," he said. "I have to look for the cleaning stuff," he denied over and over again. "How can they get paid to clean and leave this?" He was seriously annoyed. "Okay, get the fucking mop." He shrugged. "Should I ask for a cleaning salary?" He would then walk to the room where the cleaning products were.

He's definitely going to try to charge every penny for that floor if he cleans everything. Sorry if those cleaning girls get fired, but how can they get paid for cleaning so badly?

After a few minutes, he returned with everything he needed to clean. Seriously, he was looking at this scene in front of him and was shocked. There was no remedy, he cannot complain anymore. He must do this, it is his job.

Although maybe the girls were considerate and left this dirty for him to do his job as a normal person. He can understand that... but, he doesn't want to.

Ready to begin, he began mopping the floor. Little by little, he could notice that the dirt was slowly disappearing. It was a bit of an effort that he had to make.

There is a curious detail with this.

The soda stains and also some dirt were current. They weren't from hours ago, but they were something like that from a while ago. That was what caught his attention, which generated many existential doubts because now, knowing that these spots are current, he felt that there could be someone around here.

"Is anyone really here?"

That was a good question.

He didn't want to keep cleaning, but he must finish this anyway. After that, he can see if there really is someone around here because it can't be. Why purposely mess up the place anyway?

He not only had to clean but also to set up the chairs, wipe the tables because they were dirty too. Accommodate other things that were out of place. It took him a few minutes to do this, it wasn't a big deal, to tell the truth. He is used to cleaning a little. His home can sometimes be a landfill, and as such, it comes a little easy for him.

When he finished a bit, he looked with some pride at the little job he had done cleaning the floor in front of the stage. It was not a big deal, but some happiness brought him cleaning this horrible place that now looks somehow cute. "Well, this is kind of refreshing anyway," he nodded cheerfully. "Now I have to..."

A small detail is that he looked at the ground, and when he raised his head, he noticed that there was also spilled soda on stage, as well as cheese, and pieces of pizza.

A nervous tic appeared in one of his eyes.

First, it was that apparently there was someone and after cleaning all this, he will have to look for him, and he was very sure that he was going to beat him up, be it a 6-year-old boy or a 12-year-old boy, he did not care, he was going to kick his head hard. Second, it is that it makes him uncomfortable to know that that cheese, that dirt, that soda, were close to the animatronics, especially close to the one who calls herself Chica, also having a little on top of her outfit. It generated something strange to see this but also, it generated a bit of uncertainty having to clean it.

He then approached the stage. He has no other choice, he has to clean this up.

It wasn't a big deal, again. The issue was having to clean up Chica who had stains not only on her face but also... well, on those huge things she had like breasts. This made him have many doubts in question because who approved the order to give her such tits? They were huge. It made him uncomfortable having to clean right there. If you looked at both Fred and Bonnie, they both had big breasts too... but they didn't compare to Chica's at all.

Beyond his discomfort, he could understand something. "He must be a young man, definitely," he was sure he did this on purpose. At least it was cheese and it wasn't something white. "Well, I have no other choice anyway," he went in search of some flannels to pass over the animatronic of Chica, who was lying static, in the position that she was left, after finishing the show. He wet it and also put a chemical on it.

Slowly, with a bit of shame as well, he began to pass the same flannel over her face and with a little delicacy, through the apron that she was wearing, which had become a bit complicated there. The cheese marks remained. He was able to get them out but the stains stayed there. "Um... this needs to be cleaned, but..." He scratched his head. "Are they are not going to wonder the reason for missing an animatronic's apron? He was talking to himself right now, he wondered, rather. Thinking that it would be weird. She would somehow get naked, and that would look bad.

"Wait, am I worried about a robot being naked?" He realized this now. "But, I don't think there is any replacement for that outfit of hers... right?" He thought. "I should talk about it tomorrow with the one who works during the day…" Right now, he had another place to clean. "Seriously, every time I see them, they seem to get bigger," there's no need to be ashamed. It is a robot, it is not a person. Slowly and delicately, he rested the flannel on top of Chica's breasts. The slight touch above the flannel was... curious. He expected them to be tough, for being a robot but, they were soft, too. They were as if it were real. "Soft," he murmured. "Whoever created them seriously took the time to make them." It was hard to clean because they were so soft. It was to place his fingers, make a little pressure, and they sank. His fingers seemed to sink a bit. He closed his eyes, thought of the Bible. "Don't worry, she's a robot, she's not a person, she's not a person, not at all. Don't think that way."

Ignoring his surroundings as he finished cleaning the small dirty part on Chica's breasts, the happy animatronic only bothered to move her eyes as she looked at the rabbit, which, for a change, the rabbit also looked at her, and in response, you could see in a few seconds a small grimace on her face. Not to mention Fredica, who for a few moments was about to turn her head to see this suspiciously, but it was only her eyes that moved.

The blond raised his head then. The animatronics were back as usual, not moving. "I swear I heard a sound…" He looked around. There was no one. He sighed. Then he finished cleaning Chica and with that, he backed off with all the things. He was looking at the panorama. Then he looked at the rest of the animatronics. They had no dirt on them. They were clean. He was nodding as a sign of good work. "I swore I heard a noise just now," when cleaning Chica, he felt sounds of something moving. Perhaps he has imagined it. Maybe it was that person then. "Well, everything is clean. I don't have to do anything else here. Now…" He was not only going to leave the things in their respective room but also, he was going to look for that someone. "Those noises... they sure belong to that damn brat." At that, he took out the taser he was carrying. He looked at himself for a few moments. "To think that I can use this against children and they won't tell me anything." He smiled. "Ah, I love my damn job!"

As he went and left the huge dining room clean and tidy, the animatronics just sat still in their places. Of course, Chica shook her head, looking at the other two who also looked at her, and she, with just a smile and a happy expression on her face, made the other two get a little annoyed.

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"I didn't find the kid, but I swear if it happens again tonight, I'll leave him foaming from his mouth."

"Hey... you can't actually do that."

"Use the taser on the boy? But aren't people trespassing supposed to be treated like criminals?"

"Yeah, well... you can't."

"Why?"

"It actually happened once... it didn't end well."

"How did it not end well?"

"The former nightguard came so he could resign and disappear. He was very nervous that day. He was pale too. When he submitted his resignation after cashing the check, a boy came to ask something, and he accidentally took out the taser and, well, you get the idea."

"Did he end up so bad from working at night? Hell, were things really happening?"

"He assures that yes, those animatronics have a mind of their own, that they can do things that humans too..."

Being in the employee room, there were one or two who heard this in the background and couldn't help but laugh. Clearly, they didn't believe in this at all, and just hearing something like that was a reason to laugh.

If they could create animatronics, as that guard said, the United States would be a world power, more than it currently is, of course.

"But anyway, getting back to the topic, only did that just happen? Nothing to report except dirt and grime?"

"Taking out the fact that the job those cleaning girls did was pretty bad, not to say it was horrible and disgusting, yeah, nothing bad happened after that. I looked at everything else later and went back to the security office. I looked at cameras, nothing serious to report."

"So it was a quiet night?"

"Yes, boring but calm. Why the question anyway? Do things really happen?"

"No, I just have to make sure you do your job well," he said. "Aside from the manager, I'm also kind of your boss now. Don't worry. I'll be good. I neutrally want to know if anything inadequate happens overnight."

"Do you think what that former guard said could really happen?" Asked the blond.

"..." He paused guiltily. He looked at his hands for a few moments and then, after a few seconds of thinking, looking at the blonde. "You really don't know our company, do you?"

"Honestly speaking, I don't know anything," he said sincerely. "I just, no, I don't know anything."

"Um..." He was serious. "Do you really know nothing?"

"Is there something I should know then?"

He stared at him. For a moment, there were doubts in him. He doesn't know if he really should tell him this or not. He does not know if he will say a few extra things after telling him. There were doubts, and he doesn't want to risk it. "You'll know everything later," he said seriously. "For now, try to continue with your work as if nothing."

"Okay..."

The blonde now has doubts.

From the seriousness of his tone of voice, it seemed like he was going to tell him something very serious. What's more, it seemed to be something of life and death because the truth is that he was very serious. Does talking about the history of this place seriously deserve secrets?

He wasn't going to inquire anyway. He has no affection for this place, but he cannot deny that it has given him a bit of curiosity.

"Why have you come then now?"

The blonde could only smile, forgetting everything already.

"Free pizza."

The day shift guard was somehow able to understand that.

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Freddy Fazbear, 10:42 pm

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It was just over an hour before his shift.

He came a little earlier anyway, around 8 pm. He came to give a little hand to Francis, the guard who works the day shift. It was a weird name for him, although it may suit him very well. Leaving this topic, Francis told him that beyond the fact that the manager said that at this time, 8 pm, to give him a hand, it is not necessary that he should come after 10 pm to more or less begin to prepare and thus, begin his turn.

He did not complain. He understood perfectly.

Sometimes he doesn't understand the manager very much. He was told to come early to give a hand, but his workday starts at midnight, not before. He is paid for that, and not for giving him a hand that beyond the overtime that can be paid, he feels that is not worth it because he has no need.

He doesn't discuss anything. He's only been on this job for a day.

Still, he remembers Francis's words and will heed that for now. If not, he will just come at 9 pm, which is in between what the manager and Francis say, well, everyone happy.

As he was then an hour and a bit before he began work, he did not avoid going for a walk around the establishment and, to take advantage of the current situation, he went to the kitchen where, curiously, there was some food left, and he, without having dinner at the time took advantage of it and devoured some slices of pizza as nothing, and after that, he took a huge cup of soda.

This made him go to the bathroom for about 20 minutes. After that, he was a new man.

Now it was less than an hour to start work.

In his work area, the office, he confirmed that everything is in order. The cameras worked except in the kitchen, where only the audio worked. Weirdly, only that works.

"Another thing I have to ask," because yesterday he hadn't paid much attention to the cameras except the main one on the stage. "Meh, it won't be a big deal... even if the camera's audio works, weird..."

There was no need to turn around the subject so much. Sure this camera was like that, audio-only.

Now, bored and because again he had forgotten to bring something to read, he will have to wait until it is his time to work.

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Main dining room, 00:46 am

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The night guard was then relaxed in his office. Or so he thought.

Like yesterday, today he had to do a little cleaning that the moment he finished it, he put everything in the utility room, he took out not only his taser again but also the truncheon and he was very determined to find that boy and give him a beating. Because this time, not only the main dining room was dirty, but also Chica, again. The detail and the difference were that her breasts were not stained, but her face, which generated discomfort in the blonde. Besides that, these were current so seriously, he was going to go crazy if he didn't find that child. He can't hit him, but they also didn't say that something ACCIDENTALLY may happen to him.

Chica's face was soft, too. It was... it was as if his hands were going to sink completely into her face. It was a nice feeling too. Although, he did not think about this much because he, was more focused on that child.

Once the guard was no longer there, the animatronics did the same thing again.

You could see the pure joy in Chica.

It's not the way she likes to be touched but the way the guard seemed to be very careful and also put a lot of effort into cleaning her, besides complaining, okay, it was new to her.

It is also new, not only for her but for the animatronics on stage, that the guard decided to leave his office, something that the previous one had not done at all and that for a change, when they did this of getting dirty to see what he was going to do, he simply, did not come out.

It is therefore that noticing that the guard comes out, takes the trouble to clean them up, and is also angry with whoever does this, how can they feel?

Normally it would be said that a robot does not feel anything at all and that any emotion similar to human, or that thinks like a human, means that it has already started to achieve self-awareness, and has to be taken out of service to avoid future problems...

But, these are not normal animatronics, not at all. They are not your typical robots...

Chica shook her head and looked at the other two.

She thinks the guard will not be here for a while and knows very well when he is looking through the cameras. That mere ability, of the second speaking, is something that she and the rest recognize and very well. They have already felt the cameras before, be it surveillance or people who have come to take photos, they know them very well. Therefore, they know that he will not come, and he will not bother them for a while.

No need to say words. She looked at Fred and Bonnie. Neither of those two said anything either. They seemed annoyed, too. This may be because perhaps the attention the nightguard was giving her was quite a lot.

Although if they think a little, this guard was already much better than the other because no matter how much they did what they did to get his attention and even be able to talk or do little things together, he acted too paranoid and to make everything worse, he always closed the doors of the office. And he didn't leave it either, hearing sometimes how he sobbed and wished not to continue working here, also hating that he had been cheated out of a minimum wage that he did not need but accepted anyway.

They had been created, improved too, to make everyone happy. That man... he was a lost cause.

But this new guard... seriously has shown enough to say that he is the one, the chosen one if they focus on something like a cult but being objective, that guard, that blond boy, who was the type of Chica, was a person that there is no doubt that they are going to have too much fun with him.

The animatronics were going to take action on the matter.

Fred and Bonnie wanted to somehow hit Chica who seemed to be bragging that the guard is paying extra attention to her. They were both aware that she did this to see if the guard showed any importance, and he did, which was surprising. But she was abusing that, more now that she boasts about it.

"They are not here?"

The guard appeared, still annoyed.

The animatronics were back to being normal as if they had never moved.

"Where the hell is that kid?" He said. His tone of voice really showed that he was upset. Two nights in a row, someone would stay and make a mess. "I'm not going to hit him anymore. This time, I'm going to kill him!"

He's not very good with children, let's say.

Thinking well, if he has to work during the day, he will surely kill himself.

He doesn't know how much time he has wasted searching for this nonexistent child, but it must have been a long time. He must go back to the office to check that everything is in order and continue with his night work and to be able to go home and sleep... not without first taking some pizza. Living on pizza is not very good.

But, it was free food.

He watched the animatronics. Somehow he wants to meet the person who invented these robots. Not only that, he wants to know how he came up with making them this way. Perverts exist everywhere, and the person who surely thought of this image of the animatronics... what can he say? For sure, in the future, people are going to praise this guy. "Amazingly, they look this beautiful," he can't deny it. Taking out the body they have and admiring only the face, he can say that yes, they are beautiful. The person who seriously created them… "I don't know what to think of him, but I suppose he did something right…" But her eyes focused, specifically, on Fred. "Brown hair and blue eyes…" He sighed. "The weakness of a man like me…" At that, he began to remember. "Mm... I think I should go see that girl sometimes..."

He stopped looking at the animatronics and somehow, after thinking about the face of the franchise, which he now knows is Fred, he turned and walked to the office while thinking about that girl in question that he has not seen for a long time.

When he left, now it was Fred's turn to grin from ear to ear as Bonnie and Chica showed enormous displeasure, more than before.

Although Chica was happy before for that attention, now she feels she would bite her apron out of jealousy to hear this. Not to mention Bonnie, who was completely neglected and did not receive much attention, no attention at all. She only saw that the guard said they were beautiful and well, nothing more. She was the one who was the most upset.

Fred couldn't stop smiling and seeing the back of the nightguard.

It went without saying how she felt right now. With that, only with that, she made it clear that this blonde was a better guard than the previous one who only shouted... and for a change, this guard DID leave his office to do his job.

She also licked her lips with that smile.

"You like them with brown hair and blue eyes... huh?"

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Here is a new chapter of this thing. This fanfic is getting a lot of attention. I know why though:

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