Phone Guy Dave AU (working title)

Chapter 1: Arrival

(Do not expect updates to be this frequent I'm just super into this RN)

"Hello there future Freddy's employe- owner-" Jack skips through the tape, nothing useful, since when was his first Boss a spokesperson anyway?

He puts in another tape, getting started. "Corporate gave me a very long script about the importance of phone guys, but I'm not reading it. If you hope to run any kind of successful business you'll need a phone guy. We have a vast catalogue with varying prices ranging from Free, to $500k, which is my price. We do taxes, frame employees, run the entire place when you aren't around, and some of us don't even know who we are and haven't been able to recover our memories yet. So if you want to run a business at all, get a phone while they're still in stock. Put the next tape in to-" Jack shuts off the tape and opens up the company website, going to the phone guy page.

Out of stock the tape had said... the reality was anything but, even with how many had left the company there were thousands of phones. And since they marked their own prices, accounting for experience, of which most had quite a bit, $500k wasn't THAT crazy anymore.

Just to check if the tape was true Jack checks the page for the phone on the tape. "Steven Stevenson." That's... a name. $1500k Inflation huh. The tape was kind of old.

Jack has a grand total of $12.50 after buying the restaurant, $12.50 he planned on spending on weed. He clicked on a tab for cheap phones, $700 was the lowest amount. Still way too much. He sighs, almost ready to give up when he sees there is a free tab.

The free phones were apparently sold separately to the standard paid variety, with their own tab.

This was perfect! He could just get as many free phones as he wants! Foolproof!

He clicks on the free tab to see exactly one phone. He is now highly concerned. He had assumed the free ones were defective but only one... were they cursed or something?

Jack, being as high as he is and this unlearning the fear of death, clicks on the page. "Model number 51_02." No name. This was looking great wasn't it?

As there was no profile picture aside from a poorly taken photo of what looks like a purple finger covering half the lense with a purple and white phone in the background, Jack moves on to the info.

"51_02 has yet to remember anything, and despite company knowledge of his name, this information has been redacted from files. Phone is marketed as free despite having worked at over 2000 locations before the business model shift that granted phones basic human rights, this was done at his own request. Frequently used to open locations with a fierce loyalty to the company and seeming enjoyment of his job allowing him to be great for new locations, however this phone also behaved in a rather unsettling manner that drove off customers after the first few months at every location. A good phone to start but a horrible one longterm."

Jack leans back in his chair, exasperated. If this phone is like this he'd be terrible for Jack. He opened the location to lure Dave back and get more weed money. This phone sounded obnoxious and the lack of any elaboration on what exactly he does that drives away customers was... well... suspicious. Jack didn't overly CARE about the location he just wanted it open long enough Dave would take notice, but a phone that's got nothing but AI and love for the company?

Jack decides to keep trying to find out more, maybe this phone could help him.

Medical records... no other phone had these... great.

"51_02 has a variety of strange medical issues. He seems to have some kind of rare skin condition causing a scaly off-colour appearance, it seems to not be causing him any physical harm but it is deeply unpleasant to look at. His skin has a number of surgical scars of unknown origin. Due to unfortunately being taller than the height cap the machine removed parts of his anatomy to fit, this resulted in fragile bones, severe muscle atrophy, and some parts of his skeletal structure such as the ribs being oversized."

The text is followed immediately by a few images, the first showing him without a suit to show the body structure issues... wooo boy were there more than were mentioned. An unusually extended neck buckling under the weight of the phone,  a seeming lack of any volume in the midsection, phones do tend to be skinny, losing some fat reserves, but it looks like he was free of any organs, and what looks to be claws poking out of his finger tips. His whole body is swathed in medical gauze and bandages seemingly only there to hide his skin.

Jack sighs in pity for the phone and nearly scrolls past the second picture, but manages to notice it just in time.

His blood runs cold... er than it normally is.

The image is of the phone standing awkwardly wearing no shirt with all the bandages and gauze missing from his body, revealing somewhat scaly bright purple skin.

Everything seems to fall into place in Jack's constantly drugged mind. Well... some things. "Dave..." he mutters. "That's where you went..." the man says, running his hand over the screen and then. Scrolling up to hit "add to cart".

...

It only took a day for Dave to be delivered, a company guarantee. Jack hadn't slept that night. He cried a lot. But he didn't sleep.

What else do you do when you hear your boyfriend from the 80s who you thought abandoned you in Vegas turned out to have been transformed into a deformed phone guy who still was trapped under the AI even today and apparently liked the company now?

Dave was delivered in a box, a common practice back in the day. Jack drags the heavy box inside and opens it, before he even finishes the phone pops his head out. Metal. Shockingly well kept, as if repainted frequently.

"Hello? Hello? Hello? My name is Scott Cawthon I'll be your new manager how can I help you today?" The phone says, Jack almost falls over hearing the Scott voice coming from his old "friend" from the 80s.

Jack gives the phone an uncomfortable smile. He remembers Dave being MUCH taller than him, now the height difference is minimal.

He reaches up and puts his hand on the phone's shoulder. "Uhhh... hi sir? Are you ok?"

Jack starts crying and hugs the phone.

The phone guy responds awkwardly. "W-wow this place is a dump. I'll get right to work cleaning it up." He wedges Jack off himself and goes to get a broom without saying another word.