Wrong Person | The Walten Files

~K-9 Facility~

small tw for only slight/implied gore, it's nothing described.
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Now, when Brian had sent a resume in to help out for Bon's Burgers, you know, that weird Burger joint that had those weird ass animatronics before it shut down, he expected to be sent to an easily discoverable location to work at.

NOT THE MIDDLE OF THE FUCKING WOODS.

As Brian drove, he felt his anxiety searing through him. He had been stuck in traffic the entire time, which caused him to now be driving through the woods blindly while it was the middle of the night in hopes of finding this mystery storage area that he got sent to take care of. He's in need of money, sure, but not this bad that he wanted to be apart of a HORROR MOVIE.
It's too late to turn back now though so, I guess he has to deal with it. 

He sighed as he turned to grab his camera camera, the one he was required to bring to log everything he did.
At least if he did die, someone would know what happened, right?

He struggled with turning it on at first, having to multitask between the wheel and both hands to find the 'on' button for this dreaded thing, but he did find it soon enough. As he flipped through the options of the camera, he finally got it working to record.
But now he couldn't stabilize it on anything. He groaned angrily, trying to center it " Stay " he muttered, before finally getting it to work. " Okay I think that's good enough.."

" So.. This is the brand new Caretaker for the old Bunny Smiles Facility " he began keeping his eyes on the dirt road with the occasional glance to the camera to make sure it was still rolling " I'm uh, recording this because the Company requires some type of archive for the Work History or something like that, I honestly have no clue because I just started working here.. or there actually I'm, going there right now but- " He involuntarily coughed, cursing under his breath  before muttering a 'Sorry' " But, they gave me this weird location, that's SOMEWHERE in the forest to work at " 

he gripped the wheel, feeling his former anxiety coming back

" And I've been driving for 20 minutes and can't find the place " he sighed, before pausing the recorder. He was sure the company wouldn't mind if there were a couple pauses, after all they HAD to understand the kind of anxiety he was going through. Plus he found it extremely unprofessional to begin cracking on camera, which he KNEW was going to archived.

After a couple more minutes, at least fifteen, of driving, he assumed he must have been nearby by now. He slowly got out of his car, pointing his flashlight around and sure enough, there was a metal door. He turned back on the camera, taking a small breath before smiling from the relief " I made it to the location, I think. " He affirmed, pointing the camera to where the he pointed his flashlight now, which in bold letters read 'STORAGE K-9'

" Anyways, so, Chris told me this place hasn't been working since 1978, 1979, sometime around then. And that was 4 years ago? I think. " he rambled " So chances are, it's gonna smell horrendous. " he continued, before pausing. He stared at the big door for a minute or two, weighing his options.

If he were to turn around now, he'd probably get scolded or worse, fired, but he wouldn't have a horrid smell sticking to him AND he wouldn't be in a horror movie scene.
But if he were to enter, and if he, by any chance, made it out alive, could probably get insurance for any wounds on him, and he'd still get paid nonetheless.

...

He chose the second option. With enough might, he managed to push open the door, the camera accidentally hitting the door slightly and cracking.
And BY GOD WAS HE RIGHT, it smelt as if someone had died. He coughed violently, setting the camera down and immediately covering his nose and mouth with his sleeve " OH GOD THAT SMELL- " he croaked, coughing more " SMELLS LIKE A CEMETERY DOWN HERE, UGH- "

It took him a moment to both get adjusted to the horrible stench and to the low light he had with just his flashlight while walking, but as soon as he did he noticed a weird animatronic.

A blue rabbit. His name was Bon, right? He remembered it to be Bon at least. He quickly picked up his camera, noticing the crack and cursing under his breath again before showing the animatronic to the camera. " So, Uh, I found this thing; and I think this is good for the Relocate Project for the company. Though this doll-like thing here, I think it's called Bon.. it most definitely has seen better days " he muttered.

He looked next to the rabbit and sighed in relief again. " But, fortunately for me, the diagnosis control is right here! So we can go ahead and see how Bon is doing. " He took care to not stand too close to the rabbit as he went of to the diagnosis control.

" Now, let's um.. Let's check out the head and the mouth, so I will begin with the head.. " he muttered, working the control and making the animatronic move it's jaw and head. He swore he saw it blink slowly once or twice too, but he wasn't going to worry about that.

" Now let's move to the right arm.. " He moved it, watching the animatronics fingers move in an uncomfortable manner. He doesn't remember the animatronics having a feature like that, but again, maybe it's just all in his head. He's in low light anyways.
" Let's check the right arm.. " he struggled to move it a little bit, but he got it going too, it was extremely jittery and loose though. " Yeah the left arm is broken. " he continued, turning his back to the animatronic as he continued fumbling with it.

Worst idea yet.

The animatronics limbs immediately began moving on its own in a weird, stuttery manner, making a weird chittering noise. Brian froze, immediately turning back and fumbling with the diagnosis control, what on earth had he clicked?!
" Shit, shit shit SHIT COME ON " he hissed, before it finally stopped moving, seemingly turning off.

he stared at the animatronic for a moment.
...
Did it open it's eyes again?
....Nah.

"...SOPHIE"

NEVERMIND, IT DEFINITELY DID-
Brian screamed as the blue rabbit suddenly jumped into action, reaching for him with it's creaking fingers as Brian hastily grabbed the camera, accidentally hitting again something and cracking it again. That's definitely gonna result is so much lost footage, but he couldn't care, he just had to GET OUT.

As the security guard ran he could hear it getting closer by the minute. He could practically hear the blood in his ears, but it didn't matter.
Honestly, having taken the fired route didn't sound so bad after all.

He wasn't too far from the entrance, and he thankfully hadn't closed the door like a sterotypical himbo character, so he quickly exited the facility. He was panting like a dog, but he couldn't hear the animatronic anymore. " WHAT WAS THAT THING- " he wheezed out, not even realizing he dropped the camera soon after saying that.

He didn't make it far before his flashlight ran out of juice too. Fun.
I guess he was going to die in a horror movie style anyways, I mean he doesn't even know where he parked his CAR for fucks sake, seriously who came up with the bright idea to- ohh my fucking god it's right there

he shrieked again as he attempted to begin running again, but the animatronic finally grabbed his arm pulled him back, gripping his torso with it's other arm and giving his ribcage a satisfying crack.
" STOP!! STOP PLEASE! " it was honestly pitiful that Brian was begging a piece of metal to not hurt him, but I don't think it's humiliating enough.
And surprisingly, it did work. The animatronic stopped upon hearing his voice. Brian whimpered painfully as felt the uncomfortableness and sheer agony of at least two ribs being demolished, but the animatronic stopped for the most part... He can't tell if that's good or bad. He's still in the animatronics painful grasp after all.
....Wait, didn't the animatronic mention a name? What was it- um- Sophie or, something like that?

" You're looking for s-someone named Sophie, right? I'm not her-!! I'm not! I'm a boy for fucks- agh- sake! " he grunted, trying to slip out without hurting himself more " I don't- I don't even know a Sophi- WOAHH-! "

The huge animatronic grabbed Brian tighter with both hands, raising him up to inspect him better. He could only wince and writhe as the rabbit robot stared at him. God it was creepy. Was this thing actually alive? I mean, it has to be! No one could possibly program a murderous animatronic to ACTUALLY inspect it's victim.
It didn't help how he could practically see the bloodstains from former victims on it to. He's gonna be sick.

After what felt like an eternity, the animatronic did indeed drop him, slowly turning away from him and staggering off to the facility once more, or at least he hoped it was the facility.
No matter, he had to get out of here incase it ended up changing his mind. He got up as fast as he could, taking the burnt out flashlight and smacking it as much as he could while running. He doesn't even know how he's going to explain this to whoever checks him out.

It did end up working after a few smacks, even if dim. How convenient.
He aimed the flashlight around, before finally stumbling across his car. He almost wailed from the happiness as he got in immediately, slamming the door and turning it on, speeding off and out of the woods.

He was definitely resigning after that.
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