Reboot - A FNaF FanFic

Chapter 2 Panic Gets You Nowhere

I felt my heart beating at million miles per hour and had a full-fledged panic attack, for 4 hours straight. 4 hours of running around my house and screaming bloody murder. After calming down, I poked my head out into the garage to see if the robot hybrid was still there. Of course, it was, and I did what any normal person would do, poke it with a stick. Finally feeling satisfied that it wouldn't hurt me, I went over and took the tailgate down and stared at it, wondering what do with it. That's when I had a brilliant and gross idea. I'll take the memory chip then turn the rest into the police and let them deal with the rest.

I ran into my shed and grabbed a rake, wire cutter, garden gloves, and tweezers from my little hobby table. I jumped onto my truck roof and poked the head over so the body was on its stomach then I kneeled down and used the wire cutter to cut a small window in the back of the head. To my large relief, the back of the endoskeleton was not covered by the human skull. I lifted the memory chips panel, I knew where it was because of the big thing that said MMRYCHP on a tiny panel, and used the tweezers to carefully remove the chip, then closing the head and taking the chip and placing it inside a drawer inside my desk. I threw away everything I used and dialed 911 on my phone that was somehow still in my pocket.

"911, what's your emergency?" The lady on the other end asked.

"I found a human c-corpse inside of the a-animatronic that I won at an auction....." my voice wavering at the end of the sentence.

"Alright ma'am I will send a trooper to come and take a look. Please stay calm and stay on the line until help arrives."

"O-ok...." I said. A few minutes I heard a knock at my door. I acknowledged this and put my phone down before walking to the door to see the sheriff standing there.

"Hello ma'am. You said that you found a body?" He said in a calm tone.

"Yes.... It's over here..." I took him out into my garage and showed him the robotic mount that was in my flatbed. After he looked at me confused, I handed him a shovel and told him to turn it over and look in the mouth. He hesitantly took the shovel and turned the animatronic over and lifted the mouth then proceeded to drop the shovel in shock. He looked over at me and he saw his fear reflected in my gaze.

He quickly took the radio that was on his shoulder and shouted into it to send backup. And within minutes my house was filled with investigators and policemen. I almost panicked again but what kept me from it was me squeezing the life out of my black Pomeranian Terrier mix, Opal.

The whole time, two words circulated within my mind: Stay Calm. Stay Calm. Stay Calm.