Sander sides FNAF AU

Calm Before The Storm

1:00 am

     C'mon. The night guard should be hearing vile screeching. His voice box lasted this long, it could go on for hours longer. An animatronic shrouded by darkness launched his fist at a solid surface.

BANG!

BANG! BANG!

"SCREEEEEEEEEE!"

His night vision wasn't the best. Glitches and lags used to frustrate the crap out of him. Now, it drove him insane.

"Where's a camera?! Where?!"

Deactivated mascots slumped against the basement wall. The conscious one ran from corner to corner, trying to feel for objects. Water pipes attached to the ceiling leaked sewage water onto random spots.

Raindrops fell in the narrow gap of his arm and shoulder. Delicate wires fizzled, rendering the left side of his body in momentary paralysis. In the unstable pose, he tipped over.

K-kccrash!

"Gah!"

     A trash can shriveled underneath his weight. Ohh. Maybe this could make more noise.

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1:06 am

Rrrrring! Ring!

Thomas narrowed his eyes at the office phone. Who's insomniac enough to call at this hour?

Ring! Ring! Rrrrrring!

     He leaned in closer, observing neon green numbers that displayed an unknown number. Thomas reached out to pick it up, but gave it a second thought, and brought his hand back down.

"Nope. I don't know you, I am not picking up."

     The day shift employees could deal with prank calls instead.

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Virgil clashed the giant tin can against the door. Each time, it received more dents and folds. It bruised up like a cheap soda can. No good. The animatronic cried out in frustration and threw the compressed object one last time.

They weren't getting out. No matter how hard he screamed or how much he pleaded, nobody came. He warned the idiot before, now their night guard was surely in the crossfire!

"Thomas, you moron..." The metal man placed a hand on the door.

His mind swirled with excessive worry. No doubt, the hitman would run after him and shove Thomas into death's door. Sooner or later, more children will suffer the same fate as the pizzeria's mascots. What if William takes down even more people after that?!

And more and more and more and more...!

Virgil hunched back, wincing at every worst case scenario that crossed his mind. He tapped his foot, drumming fingers against metal cheeks.

"He needs to get out...needs to get out...out...safe...somewhere safe."

None of this would be happening if the restaurant hired an oblivious guy instead! If he didn't even exist, there'd be no trouble.

"Didn't exist."

A part of him liked that idea? But wouldn't it be better if he just...

"Doesn't exist."