TFP x FNAFSB x HUMAN! FEMALE! Reader : Breached

Chapter One: Skip the Pleasantries

"Freddy Fazbear's Pizzaplex is now closed. Initiating nighttime protocols." A swirling blue portal opened in a room off the side of the main entrance lobby, Optimus in all his intimidating ten foot glory stepping through, his aqua blue optics scanning the area. He walked to the entryway of the room, peering out into the lobby and noticing a few robotic units with flashlights patrolling the area, making a note to avoid them as much as possible. There didn't seem to be any humans around, just as his companion had said.

"Alright, Y/N, come on through" he said quietly, walking back to the portal. A young woman almost half Optimus' height stepped out of the portal, a large backpack slung across her back.

"Alright, this place opens its doors at six a.m." she stated, looking at her clock on her phone. "We have five hours and fifty five minutes until then." The bot nodded shortly, looking back out.

"Then we should cover as much ground as possible quickly," he huffed.

"Maybe we should work from the top floor down?" Y/N asked, frowning.

"Hmm, perhaps" Optimus said, looking up at the second floor balcony. "These security units seem to have limited visual coverage of the area. It shouldn't be too difficult to get past them."

"Then let's move" Y/N huffed, quickly making her way towards the escalators, Optimus following her, minding the security bots.

"Who wants candy~?!" Y/n jumped slightly at the voice, looking to see where it came from. A white and pink animatronic was coming down the second escalator, its head twitching slightly as it walked. "Your family is looking for you!"

"That is one of the characters of this franchise, correct?" Optimus whispered, crouched to Y/N's level behind the side of the escalator.

"Yea, Chica I think. Glamrock model" Y/N whispered. "I didn't think the establishment would allow them to freely roam at night."

"Who wants pizza?!"

"She seems to be looking for something" Optimus observed, frowning as the robot swung its head around awkwardly.

"Let's just keep going" Y/N muttered, heading up the escalator. Optimus followed, still slightly distracted by the animatronic chicken. So distracted, that he tripped on one of the escalator steps, making a loud clang as he fell on his front despite his efforts to catch himself on the railings.

"Optimus!" Y/N gasped, quickly going down to him to help him up.

"Bawk? You're not Gregory!" The two looked back down at Chica, the animatronic staring up at them with wide eyes. "You're not supposed to be here!" She leaned back slightly, throwing her torso forward and letting out a horrendous, metallic shriek. Y/N and Optimus cried out, covering their ears and audio receptors respectively. Chica made a mad dash towards the escalator, scrambling up towards Optimus and Y/N. Y/N grabbed Optimus' servo, her ears still ringing, pulling him up with every ounce of strength in her body and running up the escalator as he found his footing. Chica frantically grabbed at Optimus' pede, missing by an inch and slamming front first on the ground of the upper floor.

"Come on!" Optimus grabbed Y/N's hand and took the lead, ducking into a photo booth clumsily and holding her in his lap.

"What are you doi- mph!" Y/N was cut off as Optimus covered her mouth, the Autobots leader peeking past the booth curtain, watching Chica as the animatronic got up and looked around the area.

"Come out come out wherever you are!" she called, almost sing-songy. Optimus pursed his derma, watching as she turned and went the other direction, exventing slowly once she was far enough away. Y/N shoved his servo from her face, huffing indignantly.