Security Breach: The Rabbits Glitch

Prologue

Hello all,
Note: This is my first fanfic. The story will progress as chapters continue. This story contains non-sexual intimacy with some of the robot characters. This relationship can be interpreted as you please but there will be no explicit content.
This story has mentions of violence so be aware if this is something that triggers you.

The chapters will continue and be updated wherever I can. Also, the chapters will get more entertaining later on (in my opinion). This is a mystery/thriller after all.

And finally, I hope you enjoy
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It was a cool afternoon with a chilling breeze. Not that it mattered though because the building you worked in was packed and stuffy. It was called the Pizzaplex, more specifically, Freddy Fazbears Mega Pizzaplex.

You made your way through the crowds of children and angsty teens to get to the more quite part of the building- the glamrocks giftshop by the entrance.
You had recently gotten this job after an interview last week and honestly, you didn't expect them to hire you.

. . .

Fazbear entertainment Corp. was a large establishment with a vast franchise. The Pizzaplex was a well established company the size of a full mulit-teired shopping mall.

Visually, it was stunning. Especially on the first entry basis.
The walls were lined with a neon light spectacular phantasmagoria. Colours and characters were posted on the chic shiny modern, yet retro inspired interior.
Everything had such an arcade aesthetic. You were in awe.

After obtaining a complementary entry pass, you pushed past the turnstile. You were at a standstill. The email you'd received had mentioned that you needed to go to the office near the entrance. But, you had no idea where that was.
No worries though cause you were there an hour earlier, so it would have been easier to look around until you'd eventually cross it.

Dividing two sets of stairs, stood a 10 meter shiny gold statue of one of Fazbear entertainments famous anamatronic characters. Glamrock Freddy Fazbear.
There were four of these Glamrocks to be exact: Montgomery Gator, Roxanne Wolf, Glamrock chica and Freddy Fazbear.
Everyone grew up with Freddy, although in the past, he was a completely different old styled character.

It was surprising how the franchise still survived for so long. Especially after the rumours, investigations and tragedies.
The children that went missing. It was all... eerie.
In the end, nothing was proven.
'I guess that's why people kept coming back. They were all curious about the famous franchise that had several investigations' you thought to yourself.

But that's not why you were there. As a collage student in need of a well paying job (and some work experience), This place was your best option.
That's right, quick mention, you had no work experience prior to this.

That's why you were dumbfounded when Vanessa (your now manager) had hired you on the spot. And the pay was like $30. This feels too good to be true.

"Anything I need to be aware of?" You asked as professionally as you could.

"Not really, we're going to place you in a less crowded area of the Pizzaplex for your training. That's the gift shop. You'd be required to do the basic retail things like customer service and handelling money on the register"
"Also," she continued,
"Before we can hire you, you need to sign this confidentiality contract and saftey disclosure".
She then proceeded to hand you a full booklet with fineprint. You knew it. You called it- the rumours were probably true and signing this contract is you basically saying 'yea I can't sue you if anything happens to me'.

Maybe that's why the Pizzaplex was so short-staffed. Everyone else had to instinctual sense of self preservation.

However, *sigh* you weren't bothered looking for another job. This one seems fine so far, apart from the ominous vibes and sense of foreshadowing you were getting.

. . .

So that's how you found yourself wheeling boxes of new merchandise to the giftshop. In a way, you were glad you were placed towards the entrance for your afternoon shifts. Because the rest of the levels were insanely huge.

Vanessa toured you around the 'plex. The bottom floor was situated like a concert. There was a stage where the glamrocks would perform.
Each level had a completely different area and completely different stores: Roxy Raceway, Mazersides, Gator golf, Bonnie's bowling, El chips and much more.

So overwhelming for your first time around. You never came to Fazbears as a kid, mainly because your parents heard all those rumours.

. . .

So here you were stocking the shelves.
For your 'training', you sure did receive a little to no assistance whatsoever. For how expensive this place looks, that was a pretty cheap move.
In fact the more you take a look around, the more you notice how fazbear had cut corners.

There were barely any human employees around. All there was were the basic staff bots and caution sign bots scattered around the 'plex amongst the crowds of customers.

But despite your distaste for crowds, it felt a little less lonely than working at the small gift shop.

You kinda hope to meet the Glamrocks. But as the day comes to an end, so too does your enthusiasm to talk to anyone. You wanna go home.

As you pack up, Vanessa comes by.
"Hey, good job for your first day. Keep this up and we can transfer you to daycare"
"Daycare?" You ask.
"The pizzaplex has a daycare and a daycare attendant. They aren't as well known as the glamrocks but they are also anamatronics... or robots I guess?
Anyways, head back to the office and clock off. I'll see you tomorrow"

. . .

First day was a mission success. After driving yourself home to your apartment and gave yourself a warm shower, you sat on your bed.

You wonder about the daycare assistant(s?) (You had no idea how many there were). What where they like?
You wonder about all the parallel universes where taking this job would be your downfall.
For now though, it's time to research about Fazbear entertainments history.

Let's see what went wrong in the past.