Dayshift at Freddy's: Valentines and one shots

Five Nights at Fazbenders

Author here: this is to let you know that this place is set in an alternate reality where Dave never died in the suit in the Dayshift 2. Also, Lucarioishere, if your reading this, GOOD LUCK!

Day 1

Another new day without his partner was always a sad day for the aubergine man, the sun may be warm on his skin but on the inside he felt more cold and lifeless than he normally was, and that was saying something.

It was also a sh*tty day for him at his sh*tty job, Fazbenders Pepperoni.

He ignored the trashy looking place, ignored the uneasy stares that were staring holes into his back and went straight to work, making recording tapes for the new night guard that would be starting his sh*tty minimum-wage job later tonight.

Because let's face it, Phone Guys tapes didn't help the last person did it? Poor sod ended up getting trapped in a f*cking bear suit.

Though that didn't stop him from experimenting on the poor guys body before he was shipped off to the factory. Good times.

For a brief moment he wondered how Old Sport was doing, wherever he was. did the guy miss Ole-Davey as much he missed Old Sport?

Oh the many nights of him dreaming (and day dreaming) of killing children with Old Sport by his side. Even if the guy denied his offer and advances.

Pausing those thoughts for another time, he began his work.

"Sorry, I just had to cut that a** hole off..."

Night 1

It was amazing how different restaurants looked during the day, live and buzzing with people, including squealing kids, then at night it looks like a funeral parlour, dead and lifeless.

A man in orange make-up, known as, hmm, he couldn't remember, other than the name Old Sport, anyway he snorted at the thought, knowing that he was basically talking about himself as much as the building.

What was ironic, was the fact that he was taking the night shift instead of the day shift, simply because they were already full on employees.

Considering how small and run down the place looked, Old Sport could see why, some windows had cracks in them but not broken, one or two bricks were loose and he was pretty sure the main door had a dent in it.

In short it looked like a horror house rather than a restaurant.

This place must have only a handful of customers a day.

The inside looked okay, except for greasy flooring, some litter here and there and the animatronics looked a little worse for where with parts of their fur pelts covered in greasy pizza toppings.

A strong wave of deja-vu swept over Old Sport as he observed the rest of the building, it made him mentally sick.

Heck just looking at those robots made him remember the sounds of his bones cracking in the spring-lock suit, as well as the squelching sounds of his muscles and organs being melded together under the spring-locks deadly, rusty mechanisms.

It was enough to make anyone throw up at the thought, too bad Old Sport couldn't do that.

Or was that a good thing?

Good lord he would have thrown up if he had a stomach, these thoughts were going to the un-death of him.

Quickly shaking those thoughts aside he sped walked to the office, ignoring the walls and ceiling covered with mouldy stains that may or may not have been pizza and fizzy drink stains.