Jammin' John's Pizza Palace (Episodic FNaF AU Fan-fiction)

Prologue: Shipment

Most Freddy Fazbear's Pizza Co. franchises have a few specific attractions. Most commonly you'll see a front stage with the big three stars: Chica Bonnie, and Freddy in one of their various incarnations, and sometimes you'll even see a Foxy or two with their own little cove. Often franchises will have their own little characters unique to that specific facility, though- sometimes you'll see a specific, rarer character. The biggest franchises have their own puppets, marionettes, etcetera- the tall, noodle armed, smiley, stripey thing in the box in the corner, popping out only to play peekaboo with the children. It was almost a status symbol, as it was hard to find without connections to the company, and the company was somewhat careful with giving them out- perhaps because an animatronic like that could have a lot of liability if improperly set up.

Jammin' John's Pizza Palace had gathered enough clout in the realm of Fazbear franchises to earn itself a spot as one of the company's most popular facilities, and as such, was offered a (free!) animatronic to commemorate it's astounding success. The current owner, a balding, overworked, middle-aged man named Markus, of course took the offer happily. Bots didn't come cheap, it was basically a gift of a money tree. Plans were put into motion, the floor plan changed and shifted to accomadate the new member of the Palace's prized performers, and the bot itself was sent on it's way.

It arrived two weeks later, inside it's box inside a big brown shipping box, and was wheeled into storage for 3 months. Whatever happened during those 3 months was unclear, but it was certain, something unfortunate had occured.

About two months after it arrived, an employee left the storage unit locked up safe and sound, just as routine demanded, but the day after, he came back to find the unit a bloody, gorey mess. Inbetween blood splattered boxes laid a small child, her arms neatly folded on her chest like a pharoah, with a bullet wound through her head. Of course, everything was moved to a different storage unit and an investigation started, though, by the time the new bot was finally moved in, it hadn't been cleared up in the slightest. The employee who found it quit and everything continued just fine and dandy for a long time.

The incident had put a bit of a wrench in the process of moving the new bot on site, but only delayed it for a week or two. It found it's place in the well oiled machine of Jammin' John's Pizza Palace with plenty of time to spare.