Five Nights at Freddy's

7. The Break-in

The door swung open as Jeff effortlessly lifted it up with one hand, the other gripping the crowbar he had used to force it open with. Following him was a rugged man with a beard that fell all the way down to his neck named Hank, arriving to claim his share of the money. Max and Hank's son were prepared to go and wreck the place. However, Max, opting for caution, suggested staying in the car with her dog instead of joining them.

Inside the office, a hum of electronics begins to stir, and the restaurant springs to life autonomously. Cameras in the office initiate a startup sequence, showcasing what's about to happen to these unsuspecting trespassers. Jeff bursts into the kitchen, making himself at home as he carries his toolbox. "All right." He blurts out, turning around towards Hank and Carl. "Now, be quick but thorough." Presenting his plan to the two. "Maximum damage, minimum time."

Suddenly, Bonnie's eyes open, realising that someone isn't supposed to be here in their domain. "You see anything valuable, grab it, and we'll, uh, settle up after. Good?" Jeff barked.

"Yeah. Golden." Carl responded, in a nonchalant tone of voice. The three separate from each other. "WHOO!!" Jeff screamed out, indicating for Hank to join in on the fun with a loud, "YEAH!!"

"Let's go, boys!"

"Come on!"

Back at the stage, Bonnie was gone. Leaving only Chica and Freddy to watch and wait. Hank took the main area, preparing to smash anything in sight, Jeff took the hallways to find some loot that might have been left behind, and Carl stayed in the kitchen.

Earbuds in hand, he proceeds to explore around since he's stuck here until his dad and this guy are done with whatever they are doing. Freshly broken glass hit the floor as Hank smashed the glass of pinball machines while Jeff pried a nearby change machine open with his crowbar. He takes his bag out and begins to watch as multiple quarters from long ago fall into his bag. One by one, Hank and Jeff smashed each smashable object like it was a punching bag waiting to be destroyed.

Carl joins in on the fun, grabbing a shelf and throwing it onto the floor. One by one, the empty pizza boxes hit the ground, creating a mess of scattered cardboard. But what takes him out is the sound of something clattering in the distance. The noise coming from the refrigerators that should have been turned off along with anything with power around this place. He begins to approach it, squinting his eyes as the doors rattled, causing a group of boxes to fall down.

The rattling continued until he had enough. Without thinking, he just opened the door, jumping back just in case anything inside was waiting to jump out and launch towards his face. But nothing, nothing but the cold breezy air that hit his face. Carl shrugs, before proceeding to open the other door.

What he didn't expect was to see something inside, it was an artificial cupcake, its pink paint dirty but still in good condition. Upon giving it a better view, it looked like it was sleeping. Then out of nowhere, its eyes burst to life, looking at him dead in the eyes before the sound of clattering pans caused him to turn around. Flashlight in hand, he proceeds to look in the direction.

He exhales sharply, realizing that it might be Jeff or Hank trying to pull a prank on him to keep him on edge. He turns around back towards where he last saw the cupcake. But shock filled his eyes as the exact moment he turned away, the cupcake had vanished.

Quiet, mechanical clicking gained his attention once again, as he spun around, meeting face-to-face with one of the animatronics from back in the day. Chica was active and more than welcome to give their new guest a souvenir. In her hand was the same cupcake from before, but this time, with an expression that felt like it saw him as potential prey. Gears begin to twirl, back and forth, back and forth until... it launched directly towards his face.