Withered Memories FNAF Fanfic

A Little Piece of Peace

As the night rolled to an end, and morning came crawling slowly closer, she yawned and started her routine.   

It started in a building on the outskirts of a sleepy town; a rather large pizzeria owned by a portly man with a long beard and twinkling blue eyes. It hugged fields of grass and shared the street with a few little shops, houses, and home-owned businesses. 

Caressed against one side by a little alley, and on another, a wide parking lot- and sporting only a single, flickering street lamp, was her home; Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. The backside was hugged by a tidy little field, skirted by scraggly pines, and a rusty dumpster squatted against the back wall of the impressively-sized family eatery. A sign hung over it all, bearing the smiling face of their lead attraction- a smiling brown bear bedecked by a black top hat- Freddy Fazbear himself. 

Inside was a play-place for children to run free, play games, and spend their time and money. There were party rooms, and stages bedecked with costume chests, karaoke machines, and gumball dispensers and games were everywhere.  There was pizza and cake, and balloons. Tables lined the main room, strewn with confetti and streamers. Signs screaming "Happy Birthday!" and "Have fun!" Hung everywhere. 

All of this skirted a large stage, with a great wooden floor and deep purple drapes, where three animatronics, or animal electronic robots, stood, silently smiling. 

The first was a giant purple bunny with a red bow-tie and an edgy guitar. The second was Freddy Fazbear himself, sporting a microphone and top-hat, well worn from age. The third; a fuzzy yellow chicken with a party bib and a plate supporting a cake-sized cupcake with big eyes and a friendly smile. 

She studied them with interest. Although they lacked any notable intelligence during the day, the night was theirs. They would awaken, one by one, when the sun rose and the people came, flashing great grins and waving to nobody in particular. A jingle for the pizzeria would play in the background as they moved and danced. But for now; they stayed silent and unmoving, waiting for their workday to begin. Then, when the last customer finally left the pizzeria, they would change from giant toys to living entities. And, having free roam of the building at night with no fear of being seen, she felt safe to wander too. 

Since they seemed content and quiet for now, she circled the stage and around, heading down one of the side-halls that was half-hidden behind the main platform. This led her to the ladies locker room, a place she often frequented to gather supplies for her daily use. 

On her way back from rummaging, she stopped to look in the mirror. She pulled her dark hair out of her braid. Her blue eyes stared back at her, already showing signs of tiredness. She started washing her face in the sink and then pulled her hair back up into a soft bun to keep it out of her eyes. When she was satisfied, she locked the  rooms metal doors by pulling a bench over and jamming it against the door. It was just big enough to fit snugly into place. 

After that, she laid out her clothes; an over sized T-shirt that a guard had probably left behind, and a shoddy pair of worn boxer-shorts from some other bag (probably from another security guard she would guess). She had a rag-tag assortment of clothes that either had been left here after parties by children and guests, or abandoned in the locker rooms after a guard's shift came to an end. It was strange, there seemed to be a lot of abandoned things in the locker room. Maybe that was normal, to leave stuff behind... for later? 

She yawned and slipped out of her dirty clothes, the thought still toying with her. 

She padded across the floor, shivering as her feet met the chilly, cracked tile. There was only one working shower in the place, a rickety looking thing that rattled and didn't have good pressure, but at least it was warm.