What If... A FNAF Story

Chapter Two: Shock

"What the hell?" I said, in slight shock. "Where am I? What happened?" I said talking to no particular person. I tried to recall what happened in my room, but I just couldn't remember. "Ugh... where am I... right now..." I said, reaching up to scratch my brown hair, finding at hat on it. "What?" The hat was blue, one that a security guard would wear. "Wait... am I..."

I took in my surroundings, which seemed vaguely familiar. A fan on a desk, which had many posters above it. There were two doors on the sides, with two buttons that said "Light" and "Door" below each one. There was a phone and answering machine on the desk, too.

Suddenly, the phone rang. I tried to pick up the phone, but I just couldn't. It rang a few times, then a voice answered.

"Hello, hello? Uh, I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night. Um, I actually worked in that office before you. I'm finishing up my last week now, as a matter of fact. So, I know it can be a bit overwhelming, but I'm here to tell you there's nothing to worry about. Uh, you'll do fine. So, let's just focus on getting you through your first week. Okay?
Uh, let's see, first there's an introductory greeting from the company that I'm supposed to read. Uh, it's kind of a legal thing, you know. Um, 'Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. A magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life. Fazbear Entertainment is not responsible for damage to property or person. Upon discovering that damage or death has occurred, a missing person report will be filed within 90 days, or as soon property and premises have been thoroughly cleaned and bleached, and the carpets have been replaced.'
Blah blah blah, now that might sound bad, I know, but there's really nothing to worry about. Uh, the animatronic characters here do get a bit quirky at night, but do I blame them? No. If I were forced to sing those same stupid songs for twenty years and I never got a bath? I'd probably be a bit irritable at night too. So, remember, these characters hold a special place in the hearts of children and we need to show them a little respect, right? Okay.
So, just be aware, the characters do tend to wander a bit. Uh, they're left in some kind of free roaming mode at night. Uh...Something about their servos locking up if they get turned off for too long. Uh, they used to be allowed to walk around during the day too. But then there was The Bite of '87. Yeah. I-It's amazing that the human body can live without the frontal lobe, you know?
Uh, now concerning your safety, the only real risk to you as a night watchman here, if any, is the fact that these characters, uh, if they happen to see you after hours probably won't recognize you as a person. They'll p-most likely see you as a metal endoskeleton without its costume on. Now since that's against the rules here at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, they'll probably try to...forcefully stuff you inside a Freddy Fazbear suit. Um, now, that wouldn't be so bad if the suits themselves weren't filled with crossbeams, wires, and animatronic devices, especially around the facial area. So, you could imagine how having your head forcefully pressed inside one of those could cause a bit of discomfort...and death. Uh, the only parts of you that would likely see the light of day again would be your eyeballs and teeth when they pop out the front of the mask, heh.
Y-Yeah, they don't tell you these things when you sign up. But hey, first day should be a breeze. I'll chat with you tomorrow. Uh, check those cameras, and remember to close the doors only if absolutely necessary. Gotta conserve power. Alright, good night."

The phone line went dead, and I was struck with realization. "I'm... I'm in the game." I tried to analyze what the call said. "So they wouldn't say that I got injured or died? Damn."

"Oh, right. My 'job'." I said, opening the cameras. It was about 2 AM, and no one had moved yet. "So far so good." I laid back a bit to think. "Hmm... how could this have happened..." I wondered out loud.

I heard footsteps. I checked the cameras. "Bonnie in the Dining Hall. Okay. You can do this, Trevor." I breathed deeply. Bonnie moved, a couple of minutes later, to the Storage Room. "Doing good for now."

A few hours ticked by (were they hours? I had lost my sense of telling time then), and I was doing great. It was 5 AM, Bonnie was in the Closet, and Chica was in the Bathrooms. I had about 17% power left. "Good, good."

Some time later, a bell-esque noise chimed a tune. "Is that... yes, it is! YES!" It was 6 AM. End of the shift. "Thank you, whoever watched over me!" A quick thought raced through my mind. 'Is that it? Is it over?'