Intern {Five Nights at Freddy's Fanfiction}

1) How does it feel...

The cool night air stung my lungs as I took a calming breath. It wasn't as calming as I had originally hoped.

"Hey! You must be the new intern." A voice called from behind me. Startled, I jumped up a few good feet and dropped my car keys.

"Hey...calm down. So, I guess you must be the new intern." The voice snickered (not with malice but amusement).

I grabbed my car keys and turned on my heels to meet a man a few years older than myself. I swallowed hard and looked into his eyes before breaking eye contact and looking away. I'd never been the social type.

 "Shy huh?" he smirked, although a bit of worry seeming to pass across his face. "Don't worry. I'm sure you'll like it here."

"Th-thanks." I stammered, glancing up at him again. He was surprisingly handsome... and way too old for me. Hot embarrassment began to flush across my cheeks from my own thoughts. I was glad it was dark outside.

"The name's Randy Begner," he smiled, putting his hand out in greeting. I reached out my hand and shook his firmly before pulling away. "I'm the manager here. What's your name Miss?"

"I'm Eleanor, Eleanor Bates." I stammered nervously, looking up at him. This time I got a much better look at his features.

Randy was a good head taller than me and much stockier too. He looked to be in his mid 30s with wavy black hair that would occasionally fall in his eyes if he turned his head the right way. As much as I wanted to I couldn't get a good look at his eyes, and underneath his chin I could make out a triangle that was probably part of a tattoo. He didn't seem to be the kind to work with children (at least in my opinion). Also, he seemed too...familiar.

"Come with me. There's... someone I want you to meet." He murmured, his tone suddenly serious. I nodded and followed him into the pizzeria.

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The place was very dark, the overhead lights humming from repeated use. I'm not going to lie...it was pretty creepy. There were tables arranged in neat rows with chairs and pristine white tablecloths. Organized in neat secession on the tabletop were multicolored party hats, but in the dim light they were shiny and monochromatic, making them look sad and alone. Much like the things standing on a small stage at the back of the room.

"Wh-what are th-those?" I stammered, pointing to the...things. I wanted to run for my life but I could sense Randy behind me.

"Those?" He asked, giving me a bored yawn. "Oh...they're the animatronics. To keep the kids entertained, ya know."

I nodded but could feel goosebumps raise on my arms. This place was freaky and I was starting to really hate my dad for forcing me into the whole thing.

I didn't realize I had walked in front if the stage until Randy called my name, efficiently snapping me from my daze. I blinked and swallowed as I came face to face with Freddy Fazbear himself. Much to my surprise he didn't look like I remembered at all.

"H-he's... human!" I whimpered, stumbling back into Randy who just snickered in amusement once again. He was really starting to get annoying.

"Yeah. After some sanitation complaints the company decided to dump the old costumes and go for a more...modern...attempt at entertainment." Randy smirked, looking up at the metal tin man before us. I shivered and swallowed before getting a better look at him.

Freddy Fazbear had ditched the huggable fluff of his costume and now wore a sleek brown suit with a black bowtie. In his hand he held a microphone and his other hand was waving to a nonexistent crowd. Atop his head sat a large magician's top hat that was tilted slightly from his movement on the stage and almost covered his short stubby ears poking from beneath his ruffled mane. Instead of having a minimal amount of hair on his head he now had locks of thick amber which were swept across his brow, although it certainly didn't cover his luminescent blue eyes.

To Freddy's right stood Chica the chicken who looked much more feminine than I remembered. To me she looked more like a twiggy bodied manikin, but they made her shorter, with a thick yellow bob cut. She stood in front of her signature keyboard with her fingers pressed against random keys. Much to my surprise she still had her bib that read 'Let's Eat' in bold letters. Including her bib, her clothing consisted of a frilly yellow dress that looked like something a five year old would wear to church on Sunday. Thankfully, she still had the same violet pink eyes I remembered and loved.

To the left of both Freddy and Chica stood Bonnie, tall and proud. His ears were straight up and reached at least a head taller than Freddy who towered over everyone. His hair was a deep purple, styled into what most people would call an emo haircut. I found it kind of funny that instead of having natural colored hair like his friends he was different. Maybe that's why he was always my favorite. In his hands he held a deep crimson electric guitar. Much like Freddy he was wearing a suit, but his was sleeveless and purple. I looked up at Bonnie's face to see his deep violet eyes were staring at me like empty pits. He had changed so much from my memory I could feel a sort of sadness welling up inside of me.

"Are you okay? You've been staring at them for kind of a while now." Randy said, once again breaking me of my trance. I nodded and pulled away from the unfamiliar entity.

"It's just...I don't remember any of them like this. It's kind of sad." I whispered, hoping Randy hadn't heard me. Of course I was wrong.

"Yeah, I get what you mean. Everyone loves the originals, but at least this way everyone wins. The children get their fun, the company gets their money, and parents get the safety of knowing their kids aren't being chased after by malfunctioning robots."

Wait..."malfunctioning"?! I nearly puked, but the look in Randy's face was of pure amusement. "I can't believe you actually thought there was something wrong with the animatronics."

I didn't say a word but looked up at Freddy Fazbear. Although I wasn't sure why, I stood on my tippy-toes and I positioned his top hat square on his head.

"Hey Ellie, we shouldn't keep your 'mentor' waiting." Randy said with sarcasm I didn't quite understand. "It's okay if I call you Ellie right?"

With a small nod I left the stage and followed Randy down a dark hallway to meet my 'mentor'. Looking back on it now I had a reason to feel paranoid but at the time I felt like I was being watched.

A/N:

Hey again readers. Just a heads up, but 'Ellie' has been to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza and she just doesn't remember all of the gorey details. Also, Randy is hiding something...but what?! Comment and vote for more!

P.S. The picture here is practically the whole reason I wrote this story. They look so frickin' cool!

-Gberryb