You went back to the pizzeria the next night, ready for action. You had a shotgun with you and a load of cartridges, a torchlight and a spare battery. You smiled to yourself, picking your bundle off the passenger seat and getting out. You were greeted by the purple man.
He held out his hands for your load and you almost threw them at him in fear. He gathered them into his arms and walked to his limosuine, driving away and leaving you trembling in the car park. You dove through the security door, already a nervous wreck. The phone rang once, twice, before the message began. But this time it was garbled nonsense, a mishmash of noise. You tried desperately to find the power cord to unplug it but there was nothing there. The static went on for about a minute before cutting off with a gurgle. You knew that the phone guy was definitely dead.
"It's Me," appeared in your field of vision again. You jumped and then remembered where you were. You'd been so busy panicking about the phone guy's death and the loss of instructions that you forgot there were animatronics coming to kill you.
"Okay," you said as loud as you dared, turning on the lights. "There's - oh shoot!" Both Chica and Bonnie were stood outside your office. But they were only there for an eyeblink. When you next turned on the lights they were both gone.
You frowned and checked the cameras. They hadn't moved from the show stage. You shrugged and tried to quell your fear. You quit the cameras and screamed. There was a large golden bear sat in your chair, repeatedly saying 'IT'S ME'. You screamed even shriller and then it moved, head straightening from its slumped position. One paw reached out for you and all of a sudden it jumped. You yelled for help, cut off by a furry head being stuffed over your own.
And that was the end of your job. The end of your career as a security guard. You gained a new phobia of people in animal suits and your nephew was gone but you knew one thing.
You were definitely dead.
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Five Nights At Freddy Fazbear's Pizza
FanfictionYou're running low on money and see an advert for a security job in a local pizzeria. Child friendly with some cute mascots. Good pay and access to all the security cameras. You don't even have to move from your office. What could go wrong? - I do n...
