Eyes of Purple

Chapter Four

And here we are.

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"Uh, hello? Hello, hello?" Scott's voice crackled into the speakers, and the atmosphere turned darker, yet darker. Fritz could practically hear the animatronics, itching in their hiding places.

Jeremy looked down at the phone on his desk and tentatively greeted it. Fritz shook his head.

"There's no need. They're prerecorded."

"Uh, hello and welcome to your new summer job- at the new and improved Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. Uh, I'm here to talk you through some of the things you can expect to see during your first week here, and to help you get started down this new and exciting career path." Fritz snorted, mumbling something. Jeremy twitched.

"Uh, now, I want you to forget anything you may have heard about the old location, you know. Uh, some people still have a somewhat negative impression of the company." Scott seemed far less refined on the phone. Face to face, he seemed pretty easy to speak to... but now he was kind of... twitchy. "Uh... that old restaurant was kind of left to rot for quite a while, but I want to reassure you, Fazbear Entertainment is committed to family fun and above all, safety. They've spent a small fortune on these new animatronics, uh, facial recognition, advanced mobility, they even let them walk around during the day. Isn't that neat?"

"Not really," Fritz muttered. His fingers were curled around a tablet, flipping through images quietly. 

Scott cleared his throat. "But most importantly, they're all tied into some kind of criminal database, so they can detect a predator a mile away. Heck, we should be paying them to guard you."

"Why would they need to have that...?" Jeremy wondered. Fritz looked up at him and mouthed "I'll tell you later," reaching across the desk and turning on a desk fan.

"Uh, now that being said, no new system's without its... kinks," Scott continued. "Uh... you're only the second guard to work at that location. Uh, the first guy finished his week, but complained about... conditions. Uh, we switched him over to the day shift, so hey, lucky you, right?..." The English man rolled his eyes.

"Mainly he expressed concern that certain characters seemed to move around at night, and even attempted to get into his office." Jeremy was getting an ugly feeling in his stomach. "Now, from what we know, that should be impossible. Uh, that restaurant should be the safest place on earth. So while our engineers don't really have an explanation for this, the working theory is that... the robots were never given a proper "night mode". So when it gets quiet, they think they're in the wrong room, so then they go try to find where the people are, and in this case, that's your office. So our temporary solution is this: there's a music box over by the Prize Counter, and it's rigged to be wound up remotely."

 Fritz held up the tablet and wiggled it briefly, handing it to the younger man. "Keep your eye on the box, keep it would," he directed. "This is probably the most important thing either of us can tell."

"So just, every once in a while, switch over to the Prize Counter video feed and wind it up for a few seconds," Scott agreed. "It doesn't seem to affect all of the animatronics, but it does affect... one of them." He made a weak sound, and went on. "Uh, and as for the rest of them, we have an even easier solution. You see, there may be a minor glitch in the system, something about robots seeing you as an endoskeleton without his costume on, and wanting to stuff you in a suit, so hey, we've given you an empty Freddy Fazbear head, problem solved!"

Jeremy made a face, and Fritz seemed to agree. "You can put it on anytime, and leave it on for as long as you want. Eventually anything that wandered in, will wander back out. Uh, something else worth mentioning is kind of the modern design of the building. You may have noticed there are no doors for you to close, heh."

"Heh," Fritz mocked.

"But hey, you have a light! And even though your flashlight can run out of power, the building cannot. So, don't worry about the place going dark. Well, I think that's it. Uh, you should be golden. Uh, check the lights, put on the Freddy head if you need to, uh, keep the music box wound up, piece of cake. Have a good night, and I'll talk to you tomorrow." It was quiet after that. Terrifyingly so. Jeremy gripped the armchairs in expectation.

"This is where the game begins," a voice hissed. 

Fritz gazed blankly at the gaping passage before the desk. "Don't worry," he said. "Just keep up on your end, and he'll do his."