Fazbear Enterprise

CHAPTER 4- Old Rust Bucket of a Friend

    I sat in my little computer chair and stared at my monitor. The more I stared the more I wanted to take Jack off stage, I needed more information. Why could he talk? What happened all those years ago? Then, as if being struck a second time with lighting, Mr. Afton waltzed into my office. "I have a giant favor to ask of you." He said, showing a concerned dominance as if thousands were in the room. "You know how Zander was fried from night watch?" I nodded, it was about a month ago now. He tampered with animatronics, causing them to be violent. I took a giant chunk of my time to fix them. "Yea, what about it?" He sighed and looked at the floor. "Could you work the night shift this week? Until we can find someone else of course." I thought about it, it could give me a chance to talk to Jack again. "Of course, do I just stay after my normal shift at twelve?" He nodded and explained I would be there for six hours. He left my office and came back with three pizzas and a two-liter of Coke. "I'm sorry that this is all we have to provide for you," I told him it was fine and he left once more, not returning. I opened one of the boxes and it was pepperoni, I took a slice and stared at my monitor once again. I didn't care that I was here until six in the morning, I had the place all to myself anyway. It would be quiet, plus it did mean an extra eight dollars an hour. So I sat there, waiting. As the time ticked down and my eyes were toward the clock I seemed, happy. Maybe it was the fact a life long friend would see my face, or maybe it was the fact he could be a dangerous machine and I was just excited. As I was set on daydreaming an application on my computer began flashing red. I clicked on it and saw it was cameras. I looked at the clock, it was already twelve? How? I didn't care, nor did it matter. I quickly jumped up out of my seat and headed towards my office door. As I opened it, he was standing there. In front of my face, his eyes glowed a beautiful white as he smiled at me. "B-Belle." He said, his voice still shattered from weary years of use. "Jack, would you care if I had a conversation with you?" His face seemed shocked and worried, I thought he wasn't capable of showing emotions. He walked over with big, heavy steps and sat on one of the empty operating tables. "F-first off, you probably have a LOT of q-questions." I nodded, then his words grew dark and heavy, like a thick blanket covering you while you sleep. "Afton...he's not safe. I'm going to tell you a story, but please keep it to yourself." I promised I would keep quiet, then he proceeded. "It was Saturday. My birthday and I decided I wanted to come to Hoppers. They had just installed Jack, he was my favorite. I never thought I would become him, leave my family. Watch kids every day have fun as I once did, with such innocence. I snapped..." His words didn't make sense anymore, he was...killed? I was crying without realization, cold pellets shot down my face as he stared at me. Fear struck me, as Jack's cold dead eyes stared at me. "You...were murdered?" I feared for what I asked, would he snap again? He looked down and simply nodded. "My real name isn't Jack either, it was Tom. I was stabbed multiple times when he killed me, us." He hesitated and grabbed a flap of fur with a fastening button on it. He detached it and pulled it back, the smell returned. Wires intertwined with muscle tissue and torn pieces of flesh, in a flash he closed it back. "I was just a child..." I quickly embraced him. "I'm so sorry Tom." He sounded as if he was sobbing, but no tears excreted. "Please just call me Jack, I've become accustomed to it." He slightly giggled and began to stand. I backed up and smiled, "Please, I don't care if no one is here, come to my office and we can talk." He nodded and left the room. I stared as the metal door shut both a boom. Would he come back? Did he even care?