Fazbear Frights: Burning Tree

Burning Tree

(Hello. I know this story has been published on NovelWW/NovelHD, and possibly other sites. I just want to say that if this story is not on Wattpad or AO3...the poster is not me, TheHostyToasty/The_Hosty_Toasty. Please read this on those official websites. Anyways, enjoy the story.)

 "-and don't forget to smile! You're the face of Freddy Fazbear's pizza." Veronica immediately slammed the phone down as soon as she heard that click, burying her face in her hands with an exasperated groan. Even though it was only her first few hours in this new job, she hated it. There was seemingly nothing to do, no instructions were given. The only sound present was the sound of her desk fan whirring, moving back and forth like the watchful eye of a camera. Speaking of cameras...the ones she was provided with were awful. She could barely see anything through the mountains of static. She stared at the tablet for a minute or two before tossing it onto the desk, screen first. She heard the screen crack, which only stressed her out more.

"What, were those cameras from the 80's? This whole place just SUCKS. Should have taken that job at Maccies. Might as well explore the place, maybe SOMETHING will be cool." She grumbled and stood up from the creaky chair, and tried to open up the desk in front of her. The drawer was stuck, jammed, and no matter how many times she tugged on it and jiggled it around...no dice. Nothing happened until she kicked it with all her might. It popped open now and behold, an industrial flashlight next to a couple other flashlights. Finally things were looking up for her! With a grin that spread wide across her face, she grabbed the bulky flashlight and turned it on...and the bulb was shot. Her smile disappeared as quickly as it came, replaced with clenched teeth and furrowed brows.

"What the- why does NOTHING work here?! This is terrible, dumb, stupid, this place is AWFUL!" She screamed out as she threw the dud flashlight to the floor. Not satisfied, she threw it against the wall and the floor over and over until the glass in the front shattered. Her hands were trembling, fingers twitching, breathing heavy, face a rosy red. Once she felt her face getting hot she quickly ran to her purse and dug through it, pulling out a pill bottle. The name was worn away from all the use, the orange bottle cracked in a few places and the lid screwed tightly shut. She shook a pill into her hand and dry swallowed it, gagging at that chemically bitter taste. Four pills left. The bottle label- what remained of it of course -had her doctor's name, the amount of refills she had left- which was a big fat zero -, and her name, Veronica, last name scratched out beyond recognition.

After taking some deep breaths and waiting for the trembling to stop, she grabbed one of the skinny flashlights and turned it on to see if it would work. The dim light illuminated a single picture on the wall, an old poster the company found. Some old cancelled freakshow with a bear, a clown, a graceful ballerina, and a ventriloquist with an identical dummy. Scoffing as she looked at it, she managed to tear her eyes away from it and ventured out of the office. The hallway was dimly lit by the soft yellow glow that came from the empty Freddy suit next to the office that mixed with the flickering flashlight. Posters and children's drawings scattered the walls, wires hung down in front of her like snakes above their prey as well as stars that didn't shine. The decorations just swayed softly and spun slowly, silently dangling from their strings. Silence. The silence hung heavy in the hair, a suffocating quiet. Not only was that air of quietness a burden, the heat was unbearable. It penetrated her skin and heated the inside of her body as well. Fanning herself, she grumbled as she explored this labyrinth of a horror attraction.

Remnants of the past lay scattered about: empty heads with glowing lights, arcade machines covered in layers upon layers of thick dust, yet despite all of this wonderful memorabilia and actual artifacts...there was no sign of any actual robots. No Freddy, no Foxy, no Chica or Bonnie...it was empty. She was alone, yet she didn't feel that way once she entered a long hallway closer to the back. She had been walking for a total of 20 minutes, but stopped dead in her tracks in front of the mask of the ever creepy Puppet. She had heard stories from the 80's, of an odd animatronic. It had no endoskeleton, empty and soulless eyes and a face with a never fading smile. It danced in hypnotic ways, played its music box and handed out gifts to the children. Its body would bend and contort and it would always stare at the man in purple. Or so they said.