Ask The Security Guards / Animatronics! FNaF

Chris Takes The Night Shift.

((Skip to XXX if you want to get started with the dare. I just put some... bonus? material in the start, I guess.))

"Oh, come on, you're not still sour about yesterday, are you?" Vincent asked.

Scott, who was wearing his phone-mask again, turned to look at him, his arms crossed. His phone head began to ring softly.

Vincent grinned sheepishly. "I'm guessing your head isn't ringing because looking at me gets you all hot, right?"

Scott's phone head rang even louder, mixed with some annoyed static buzzing.

"...okay, okay, you're still mad at me, that's fine..." Vincent huffed and walked off.

Scott sighed. He was still angry at Vincent, which he guessed was a little unreasonable, but it didn't change that fact. He was pretty angry. A simple apology would do. But not just a, "I'm sorry, wanna make out?" He wanted a heartfelt apology. "I'm sorry, I know it was a stupid thing to do, I could have died." He sighed. How could Vincent not see that he was just worried about him? Well whatever, he was a jerk anyway.

XXX

"Hey, Chris, you've got an actual dare..." Twitch said. "Well, actually it's for everyone, but mainly for Chris..."

Everybody looked up, intrigued. Especially Chris, who gaped a little bit, "A dare... for me?"

"With everyone there, Chris has to take the night shift... while only checking the cameras once every two minutes."

"What?!" Mike asked, eyes wide. "That's suicide!"

"I second that," Scott said. "That's ridiculous! There's no way you could survive. I mean, Mike and I have been on the night shift longer than anybody else and even we think it's too hard."

"W-What a-about t-the music box?" Jeremy asked. "Y-You h-have t-to c-constantly wind it, n-not just e-every t-two minutes..."

"Impossible," was all Fritz contributed, shaking his head.

Chris gulped.

"Well, you guys know what I'm going to say," Twitch said.

"A dare's a dare. We get it," Vincent said. "Well, we're obviously going to have to do it, so we have to be innovative. Show those tin cans who's boss. Alright?"

Everybody else nodded. "Alright."

~~~

That night, Chris walked into the pizzeria. "So... Mike tells me some weird stuff starts happening at midnight...?

Scott nodded. "Well, you see... you know the animatronics...?"

"Yeah, of course. What about them?"

"Well.. at night, they... get a little quirky..."

Chris frowned. "How so?"

"Oh for goodness' sakes," Vincent said. "The animatronics try to kill us by stalking us down in the halls and stuffing us into one of their suits. We can only stop them by wearing a mask which, I will point out to everyone, we only have one of, winding the music box which is impossible now and flashing them with a flashlight with 100-year-old batteries."

Chris' eyes widened. "We're all going to die!"

"See, he understands now," Vincent said to Scott calmly.

Scott glared at him.

Suddenly something seemed to change in the pizzeria. A sense of foreboding fell over everybody, the whirring and clicking sound of animatronic parts could be heard faintly from the Show Stage, the exits locked for the night and Vincent grinned as he felt 11 rowdy spirits waking up for the night. "And so it begins..."