4 Chapter 3

Just like last time, he would come for a while during the day to share the things that happened at night with Francis, and after that, he would eat a little, drink a large soda, and then he would go home to sleep and thus be in perfect shape for the night shift.

"Again?"

"It's been three times in a row, Francis," the blond said with a pout. He was angry. He had food in front of him. He didn't want to consume it because he was talking, and he was seriously upset to remember how this happened. "No matter how hard I investigate and how much I look over it, I can't find anyone. It's like they enter, dirty the place, and leave."

"Have you always checked the cameras?"

"Always, but they seem to have a fetish for dirtying the main dining room. Other places? No, just that place, maybe there was some rubbish in the kitchen, but that was nothing. They just stained the dining room and nowhere else. There is none other area affected."

He had to think a lot. If this happened once, it can be understood. But right now, according to the blonde, it happened three times in a row. That is not usual. He doesn't believe that children could do such things, more in the way they do. He was trying to think seriously. "Were the animatronics clean?" He asked.

"They were dirty, a bit," he replied. "Also with some soda, cheese." He sighed and denied. Now he did drink his soda and eat his pizza angrily. "After that, everything was fine... although I have a doubt about something." Francis was now curious with that tone of the blonde's voice. "You said something about that place, I think it was something of a pirate..."

"The Pirate's Cove," Francis said. "Foxy should be there but, she's still in repairs... although to tell the truth, it's weird that the person in charge of checking the animatronics is still not coming... why do you ask?"

"Oh, well, I was curious to see that place." It was after so much checking and looking around the place to find that bastard who did the deed to stain everything that he found that place. "It seemed weird to me that it was empty, and after that, I found the back cellar, where the spare parts are, and I found... Foxy?"

"You did something?"

"It seemed strange to me, I mean, that she is under repair when she looks to be in good shape."

"Oh, sure." He remembered that detail. "You don't know but, Foxy has suffered from defects since she was created." Francis began to explain things to the blond about that animatronic. "She behaves and acts like the others on stage, but her movements are sometimes very erratic. She seems to fail, but then she works normally. On the outside, she looks well and does not have any damage but on the inside, there are failures in her mechanisms. Because of a bad move she made, she almost ripped off a child's head." He pointed to his hand. "The hook that she has in her right hand was so near to having a head stuck in it..."

"Wow."

"Yes, that's why it is under repair, and an attempt is being made to repair the internal damage it has. It's a somewhat old model," he told him. "We made improvements, but she seems to still have flaws." Now that he had said this, he looked at the blonde. "Tell me, what happened to Foxy then?"

"She seemed very normal." He remembers that she looked very normal. "Nothing special. It didn't look like she was damaged, but now that you tell me this..."

"She's going to be fixed soon and be back in action," he said. "When that happens, you have to come to see it. It's really worth it, and if I have to admit, she's better than Fred and her band."

"Really?"

"You will have to come to see it to check it out."

"Okay..."

There was no more talk then.

He no longer needed to tell him what had happened, that it was the same as always. He was off looking for that bastard who continued to wreak havoc on stage and even more so having to clean up the animatronics. He did not want to tell anything about that. He does not want him to think that he surely invented that excuse to grab, fondle those animatronics, do some not very healthy things, possibly ending with his dismissal.

He kept eating while he had what happened yesterday in mind.

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Dawn, 03:21 am

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He literally spent much of the night looking for that bastard but also cleaning and changing some things the manager had told him to do, in addition to Francis.

It was already Thursday, his fourth night working here.

He was also thinking about that notebook that said that it was very possible that those animatronics who moved alone, who think, who have a soul, who try to seduce you to make love to death, were going to kill him. It wasn't true, nothing really was. They were the delusions of a person who had surely gone crazy. How the hell could that happen? It's silly.

But more importantly, while looking everywhere, because he went out looking for that kid, he found the place that was out of order.

"The Pirate's Cove?" He said in surprise. "Ah, off duty, yes, I remember." He nodded. The place was not very big but it could comfortably welcome 20 children to tell some stories, according to Francis. "Where is he? I have gone through this place quite a bit but have not found anything," as he was wondering this, he left that place. He remembered that there was some kind of warehouse where spare parts were kept. It wasn't too far from there, and it took him a few minutes to get there. This is because he went back to the dining room and saw that everything was clean and in order. With that, he went to such a room. "I think this is it," with that said, there were all the spare parts in case something happens. It was a kind of little mini-workshop because you could assemble such pieces. Curious, he found what he was looking for. "Oh..."

He can assume that these animatronics are the height of a normal person. Although he can admit that he is a bit taller than them. Of course, there was a strong detail in this animatronic.

"Amazing..."

Foxy, the pirate, was kind of leaning on the table, with one eye closed. She had a patch on her right eye, and you could see two fangs coming out of her mouth, a golden one, a famous gold tooth like a good pirate. But that didn't matter for her. Taking out how good she looks, because she was just as beautiful as the other animatronics, he also found it shocking that she had huge breasts.

She was naked, that was not understood.

His curiosity was increasing.

He wanted to touch those dark nipples of hers. Also, touch those breasts. His eyes lowered, and he saw that luckily he was wearing shorts. He believed for a moment that she would be naked down there.

It was like the people who worked in the morgue who saw a lot of bodies but couldn't touch them at all.

He was awake, he was very sure of that. He knew very well that what he sees is really happening and is not a hallucination. He was looking at an almost naked animatronic. Naked, in fact, because those breasts belonged to a woman... with large breasts. They weren't quite like Chica's, but they were still big. They were like Fred's...

"Why do I compare the breasts of two robots?" He told himself aloud. It was something wrong already if he thought erotically of two robots. "Okay, okay, so this is Foxy." Grieved, he tried to forget this issue of looking at her. There was a kind of blanket that seemed to cover her. The least he did was cover for her to avoid seeing this kind of thing. "If only she were a real woman..." but if she was a real woman, she would be dead because of how Foxy was lying... and to look and feel strange when seeing a corpse of a woman... something was wrong if that happened. "Oh, she's got a hook and all," he said. He was a bit impressed. Then he thought that because she was a pirate she might have to have this. "Her peg leg is missing, and she would be complete... but she already has everything," above that blanket, he continues to see how her breasts stand out. It's not normal for him to keep looking at her. They are big, yes, but he has to stop thinking about them. "So this was Foxy." He stood idly by as he turned around. "He said it looks like it is under repair, but what does she have? She looks right to me," he was trying to understand. "Maybe they are arranging her stage to make her look better?" It was a possible reason. "I have no idea. I better get back to my job."

Before leaving, he looked back at Foxy.

The blanket that had been on the floor and that he later used to cover her, because he did not want to continue seeing that body of hers because he swears that he would do something wrong, was lying on the floor again. He started to get very annoyed. Sure he covered her badly, and that's why it fell. Once again, he covered her.

He turned around and was going to leave until he felt a slight breeze of wind on the back of his neck.

The reflex action made him take a huge step forward and turn quickly, clearly feeling the breeze of air on the back of his neck. It was not just any breeze, in fact, it was a breeze that a person would do, basically a small breath, that was the sensation he felt on the back of his neck.

But no matter what he did, there was nothing or no one who would have done that, not a fissure in the room to say that some air entered and hit him on the back of the neck.

He ran his hand on the back of his neck. "That was weird - too much." He felt huge chills over him and a strong sense of being in danger. Having a childhood in poverty, apart from always being a troublemaker, gave him a certain degree of experience in such things. He kept rubbing the back of his neck because that feeling was so weird. "...robots, at night ..." he denied and hated himself, "what a good idea I had by watching Terminator last night."

As he left, feeling that he was imagining things, the animatronic, Foxy, under the sheet, pulled the same sheet that covered her as she sat on the table, avoiding making as much noise as possible to alarm the guard.

"You finally came back..."

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Current time, in the manager's office

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"According to Francis, your work has been quite good... although I have doubts about those incidents."

"Being honest boss, I have no idea what's up. Every time I saw the place, I looked and looked everywhere but could not find anyone. I checked for entrances, broken windows to sneak away... nothing, nothing, there was nothing..."

"Are you saying someone left the place dirty?"

—I can't say yes... but I can't say no either... although yes, I have always cleaned everything and taken care of the things that Francis left me in charge of at night.

"I know that... anyway, you've done an excellent job during the week. It's great that you also decided to come today... was it because of the pizzas?" He couldn't deny anything. He nodded. "Yes, they mostly come back for that… going back to what matters then." At that, he had pulled out a small piece of paper. He handed it to the blonde who when he took it, didn't know what it was until he saw it better. He was even surprised. "Normally you would be paid first thing in the morning but since you're here now, I'm getting ahead of myself." The blonde just didn't believe what he saw in his salary. "If you wonder about the salary, I have not only heard the words of Francis, who has corroborated everything, but I have seen it myself. When you leave, we usually open at 8 am, that's when I go in and see your work before Francis, who comes a little later. I have to admit you've seriously been working hard... which reminds me, have you seen anything fishy other than dirt?"

"Something fishy?" He remembered. There was nothing. "No, apart from what I have mentioned, nothing bad has happened..." At that, he looked curiously at the manager. "Is this because of what the previous night guard has said?"

"You have to understand that I have to make sure that you're okay, and you won't start saying things like that previous individual."

"What happened to him?"

"Him?" He smiled. "For saying the things he said, he ended up in a mental hospital."

"Uh, just for that?"

"There was no way that person would be calm, rational, think like someone normal. He took it all too far, and to this day, well, I have no idea. I think he's in a madhouse for saying and believing that our animatronics move."

"Would it be weird if they moved on their own?"

"It would be weird, yes... but it would be innovative," he was already imagining everything. "Freddy Fazbear, animatronics that have a life of their own", and you can see pictures of them playing with the children... I would be a millionaire." More and more things came to his mind if this were really true. It wasn't, he just had to imagine things like this. He was dragging this out unnecessarily. He looked at the guard in front of him. He was looking at him, but he could also tell that he kept looking at the check he had given him. "To end this," he coughed a little. He got the blonde's full attention. "Weekends are optional, you can come to work if you want. In case you don't want to, nobody will tell you anything, so don't worry."

"Will there be no night guard?"

"Other people usually come."

"Why don't those people work during the week then?"

Now he had many doubts.

The manager made some faces that he could understand were those typical, 'it's complicated' faces.

"People who usually work on weekends do other things on weekdays. That's why they only work Saturdays and Sundays. Apart from that, we also usually do a general review of the animatronics and check that everything is in order. As I said, if you want to come, no problem. You can charge overtime for it."

"I understand..." He looked at that check and smiled. "Thank you, seriously, thank you."

"Don't be grateful," he stopped him. The tears were coming. "You have earned it. Now go, rest, and I hope you do your job better every day."

The blonde did not wait. He thanked once more, he squeezed that check hard and he was going to cash it right now so he could have some money and thus start paying for some things.

Those 220 dollars he was going to spend as God intended.

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That night, 11:55 pm

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He was going to keep the money.

He was seriously thinking about whether he would also go to work for the weekend to get more money. Those overtime hours were being very tempting as he waited for his workday to begin. Only that he had in his mind because there was nothing else.

Maybe on the weekend, he'll use some of that money to see a Jurassic Park premiere if he doesn't decide to work. It's that that movie was also very tempting, and he couldn't say no to movies of that style. Bah, he doesn't know anything about it but going to see it for sure is great.

Now, he was not in his security office. He was sitting in the main dining room, waiting to see if that damn brat fully appeared. If he did, a beating awaited him.

He wasn't going to use the taser, no. He was determined to use the truncheon, and he was going to hit him with all his might. No soft knocks, hold him until the police arrive, no. He will say that he tried to damage private property such as the animatronics and that, by contract, he is allowed to use all necessary force.

Sitting, staring at Chica, Fred, and Bonnie, he was idly sitting there. He was determined to stare at the three animatronics. If he had to watch them for 6 hours, which was his workday, he was sure of it.

"If that child does not appear, I am going to kill him." Whether he appears or not, he is going to kill him. "I don't feel like cleaning again..."

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Hours later, 05:30 am

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Nothing happened.

Not only has nothing happened, but it was also something very boring.

He was sitting the whole time, staring at the animatronics. They don't do anything either, so the things he had read in that notebook are totally false. He felt cheated, although to tell the truth, it is normal for them not to do anything. Own life? What a joke.

At least he has something to eat, something to drink. He was sitting there at all times, doing nothing. Today he did nothing. He was focused on no one being silly in the dining room. Besides, he feels that if he leaves for a few seconds, that damn child will appear... although perhaps, this decision was not the best of all because he did not look at the cameras, he did not pay attention if someone was hanging around the area.

He had forgotten that nice detail.

He was very determined to find that child.

He got up then.

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[Insert some animatronic song here]

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He stopped.

A melody, along with a voice that seemed to be soft, was coming from behind him. He turned around slowly, seeing that the animatronics somehow began to play, and Fred began to sing, being the same one he has heard when he has always come to eat during the day, not being able to get that song out of his head.

Now that he was alone and had the animatronics playing, something that would be very normal, by day, with many people, with many children by his side, but now, at night, alone, them playing out of nowhere, it's... weird.

He would think it is strange because usually, these tend to be activated when they notice that they have an audience in front of them. It's weird because when he has been cleaning them, he has been not in front but face to face, more of Chica. They should have been activated before, not now.

He stared at them because it was, unsurprisingly, the first time he had seen them alone. The first time he listens carefully to the words they blurted out. It was the first time that he noticed that the way they seem to sing is not that crude robotic voice, no. Fred sang, and it seemed like a person was singing.

Technology advances so much... it's amazing, he thought. It was...

It was seriously weird what he was experiencing right now.

It was like the animatronics seemed to want him to stay and watch them play.

When he went to take a seat across from them, they stopped.

Seeing this, he tried to stand up and walk away. Again, they began to play. This had already gotten too weird. Before it was weird, but in the plan, it seemed cute. He liked listening to this melody played by Bonnie and Chica and more at Fred's voice, which he must admit was programmed very well. She was the one he looked at the most now.

He didn't sit down, or anything. He stayed a few steps from the stage, and a few steps from one of the dining room exits to go to the corridors. He watched from there. The animatronics seemed totally determined to play harder. He was looking at this seriously already, it can't be a coincidence, not at all.

Even so, he ended up leaving there to go to the office, look at the cameras, check that no one had done anything elsewhere because they surely did that to him. After all, he is so lucky.

The animatronics slowly began to stop playing.

The animatronics enjoyed the dedication and watchful eye of the guard. It cannot be compared, at all with the look of wonder and praise of children. The fact that a man looks at them, they liked it, more if it was someone with whom they could surely interact. Nor can they compare those men who come with their children.

They wanted more, they didn't want him to go see the stupid cameras. There is no one here, no one will ever be able to enter no matter what they do.

They began to position themselves as they are whenever they are inactive although, unlike all those times, they moved a little to see each other.

One of them was missing...

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Security Office, 05:55 am

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He checked every possible camera, but there was nothing.

This whole place was deserted. The only thing in this place was him alone. He saw no destruction, he saw nothing bad, nothing out of place. Everything was in order.

Sure, he hadn't checked the cameras now. He was sitting, arms folded, thinking hard about what the hell to do. He can't be waiting for that bastard to show up.

He sighed.

Seeing that there was little left then until the end of his workday, he began to play with the cameras. He started looking at each one of them. He knows very well that nothing or anything is missing. There is nothing dirty, everything is clean, everything is checked, everything was 10 points.

Between the cameras, he put the one facing the stage. He was leaning back in the chair like it wasn't very important. Soon, he noticed something. "Wait… there's only two… Fred and Bonnie…" He sat up straight. He looked at the camera again. He rubbed his eyes. "Bonnie, Fred... Chica... Chica is missing..." He was speechless for a few seconds.

It cannot be that a robot of almost 2 meters, this height he does not know exactly so he can only say an estimate, disappears out of nowhere, more without making any noise.

He got up from his seat quickly.

He took the flashlight that he found in one of the drawers. Very convenient to tell the truth. He was going to investigate that disappearance. She can't just disappear out of nowhere.

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In front of one of the doors, one that faces to the right and that overlooks the kitchen, he stood totally stiff, with his incredulous eyes, not being able to even say a word, even breathe.

"Hello, night guard."

On his face, there was something yellow wearing an apron. That yellow something with an apron, which for a change had two huge things that could almost hit his face, spoke. That yellow thing, we are going to tell you its name, which is Chica, spoke, spoke as if it were the most normal thing in the world. Other than that, the facial expressions she made when she only said three words, were the facial expressions of any human.

The guard was seriously shocked when he saw and heard how she spoke.

"I can finally come to see you, I couldn't hold on any longer. Dear guard... you always eat my pizzas, and you don't know how happy you make me feel. Don't you want to eat with me? We can... eat from each other..."

The blonde stared at how Chica too made an expression... somewhat perverted. You could see the double meaning of the latter. He noticed how she pulled out some pizza making a perverted face but after that, she seemed to realize that he was somehow very uncomfortable. She smiled again casually, happy.

The only thing he did, feeling that he could move his body once more, was to touch the button that closed the door. It was slowly closing, not like when he played to test to see what it was for. It was slowly going down, and Chica was poking her head out from under it until it was completely down.

Still, in place, he looked out the window. The other button, the one below the red one, he touched. It was a light. It lit up the corridor. By pressing it for a few moments, outside the office, at least on that side, was Chica, touching the glass with her face... was she pouting?

"You're a bad person, closing the door in my face..."

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He doesn't know what to say.

He has no idea how to take that comment.

"Oh... it's about time..." Chica murmured. "We will meet again soon, guard. I hope you dedicate that care and attention that you have done with me these days... yes, I have been the person who has messed everything up to see what you would do... hehe... I never thought you were so gentle... I like you."

The light began to fail. It had little shortages, and in those shortages, he stopped seeing Chica.

He opened the door, touched the button again, to peer out of the office. He saw that she really wasn't there. He looked around the corridor, there was no sign of her.

He went back inside and saw the cameras. He hadn't used much energy. Still, always, remaining more than 90% due to little use of this equipment. He looked in all the cameras. Between looking at all of them, he knew he should see the main one.

Chica was there with Bonnie and Fred.

All three were there, in the starting position in every act of every day.

He stared at this camera, and he can swear that in those moments when he looked at the camera as if it were the end of the world, he saw that Chica moved one of her eyes and then winked at him.

He was slowly backing away.

He fell sitting, luckily, on the seat.

He looked at the time, it was already 6 am.

His work was done.

His workday was completely over, and he wouldn't have to work for the weekend unless he wanted to earn some extra money.

But does this matter now?

No, that doesn't matter right now, not at all. What matters in these moments is that an animatronic not only moved from her place alone but spoke and even proposed something indecent... this is something that no one will be able to believe in their life... and somehow, he can and he hoped not to understand the previous guard.

His thoughts were filled with that, that this guy was apparently right.

But it also falls into that. He doesn't want to lose his job. He doesn't want people to treat him like he is crazy...

He was at a crossroads right now.

"I hope that I am dreaming about this or that I am very sleepy and imagining these things..."

He wanted to lie to himself right now so he could get over this little shock he had when witnessing this moment.

He knows very well that no matter how much he lies to himself, perhaps he does not know, he cannot deny that what has happened in front of him and at this moment has been for real.

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Have you guys ever drank so much that you ended up waking "Far From Home" XD.

Let's just say that on January 1st I woke up in a parking lot inside my car with some friends at a Mcdonald's in Milwaukee. Here comes the catch, I don't live in Milwaukee, and I definitely don't live in Wisconsin. It was a wild night I guess. Take another picture of the animatronics.