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“Alright, next item on the list: clean up any pizza scented items that have been left out..what?” Wasn’t I hired for a security guard position? This seemed to be more in line with what a janitor's job description is. I grabbed my radio once again.
“Hey, did my tasks get mixed up with another employee’s? It says here to tidy certain items up. But my tasks are supposed to be for security, right?” Once again, he didn’t answer right away. It took him an additional 2 minutes to respond.
“Nope, that’s your task, nothing's been mixed up. That specific task is to make sure Chica doesn’t eat it.” He sounded like he just woke up…
“Chica? The animatronic?” I asked incredulously. I got an affirmative hum from the radio man. “Seriously?? Why would an animatronic do that!?” and to that, I got no response. Whatever, I’ll just do my task and ask someone else in the morning. I continued walking around scanning the area for items I needed to bring to the garbage compactor and picking them up along the way. This company really is oddly cheap when it comes to human employees. The only other person I’ve seen is Venessa, and she’s the only other security guard. And with some of these tasks resembling other positions I wouldn’t doubt if they skipped very much needed janitors. At least they made up for it with some of the staff bots I keep seeing everywhere in this building.
With all the thinking it seemed not to take long to reach the garbage compactor room. I reached for the door and swung it open. Immediately I could hear something. It sounded like quick soft footsteps coming from the left side of the room. I walked towards the machinery boxes over to that side, setting my tablet down on one of the boxes. But I found nothing looking behind that box or any of the others. As I scanned the room with my flashlight, I got an intense chill down my back. I quickly swirled around, my eyes thoroughly surveyed the area, but I found nothing.
“I must be imagining things…” I mumbled to myself. I walked towards the trash compactor, which was empty. That’s strange, as part of my task it told me to activate the trash compactor to empty it along with the straggling items I picked up on my way. Maybe a daytime employee chose to empty it before they left today? As I thought, my eyes caught something sparking in the corner of my eye. I walked over for a closer inspection, the item was yellow with pink at the end and looked to be some kind of machinery. Was this- no it couldn’t be…
“Hey, man, I found something” I tightly clutched the radio in my hand, “It looks like Chica’s lower beak. It was on the floor near the trash compactor and still sparking.”
“Are you sure? There hasn’t been any recent repairs to the animatronics recently, there shouldn’t be any parts in or near the trash compactor.” The man over the radio responded far quicker this time, a hint of concern behind his tired tone.
“Pretty sure, yellow and pink at the end. Pretty recognisable shape. I also heard some noise when I entered the room. Would you check the cameras?”
“Sure thing, give me a minute.” I continued to look at the garbage compactor for some other thing that would hint towards what happened, but not two seconds later the radio turned back on.
“RUN” The man on the other side yelled into the radio, startling me. Just as I was about to respond I saw it. A shadow looming over me, before I could think I dove to the side. Looking back I could see something tall lunging to where I just was. With the light of the trash compactor I could see what seemed to be a moon themed animatronic, much like Sun. It turned towards me and lunged again. I didn’t have enough time to dodge as it grabbed me by the shirt and held me to the ground, in the process the animatronic crushed the radio.
“Bad children must be punished” the animatronic hissed in a sharp tone. A harsh static noise entered my ears, nearly drowning out what it was saying. I tried to fight off the heavy piece of machinery, but I had no luck. I squeezed my eyes shut as I kept trying to fight for freedom, expecting the animatronic to hurt me with how hard I was being smashed against the floor. But nothing happened, eventually I felt the pressure on my chest release and I slowly opened my eyes. The machine was still looking at me, but it wasn’t moving. What’s more is it had let me go- I needed to take this opportunity and run! I quickly crawled out from underneath and sprinted over to the door and slammed it as I got out.
“FUCK- WHAT WAS THAT!?” Panic filled me as I reached where my radio should have been, finding it nowhere.
“DAMNIT IT’S BROKEN- WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO??” My thoughts were going a hundred miles an hour as I sprinted in a random direction, taking any corner to try to make it harder to be followed. It felt like it was in real danger, the pain from being pinned and the crushed radio was evidence of that. I need to get out of here immediately and report this, it must be a glitch with that one animatronic. I can use my tablet to reach out and get help! I ducked into a closet and closed the door, searching for the tablet. But that was when a horrible realization dawned on me. I had left it in the trash compactor room… shit.
At least I still have my flashlight. I listened for any signs of movement outside, and when there was nothing I slowly opened the door to check with my light. When the coast looked clear I came all the way out and ran as quietly as I could down the hallway, searching for a map of the pizzaplex so I could find the exit. I turned the corner and crashed into something metal and fell to the floor. I held my nose as I shined my flashlight to whatever it was that I ran into. I panicked even harder when I saw it was an animatronic, calming down slightly when it wasn’t the moon themed one.
“Freddy? What are you doing out of your room?” I was too surprised to regard the rule of no talking to the machines.
“Great timing. You are the new security guard, correct? There is a child in need of assistance. He has been trapped within the pizzaplex and needs out.” Freddy said. It was only then that I noticed there was a child standing next to Freddy.
“This just keeps getting worse and worse...” I mumbled, burying my head in my hands. I inhaled a deep breath before looking towards them again. “Okay, yeah I can help get the kid out of here, I was heading towards to exit anyway. What’s your name, bud?”
“This is Gregory,” Freddy answered, he turned to the kid, “This is our new security guard, he does not seem to be untrustworthy.”
“Good.. he does seem to have a better vibe than the other lady.” Gregory whispered, side eyeing me. “But we can’t leave yet! We have to go to parts and services-”
“But leaving right away seems like a better course of action-” Freddy tried to object before being cut off by the kid as they went back and forth. I couldn’t pay attention because all of it was focused on the object in Gregory’s hand. A box with sparking wires, it looked to be designed to make sound. I squinted at it for a few moments before shaking my head, that isn;t important right now. What is important is getting out of here unharmed.
“Alright, Gregory, let’s start heading to the ex- WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?” I yelled in surprise as the kid started to climb into Freddy’s stomach.
“Well, do you have a better idea for me to hide?” the kid said calmly, looking at me like I was stupid. “You know, from the animatronics who are literally trying to kill me?”
“Of course I-” I paused, taking a second to think about what he had just said. Animatronics? Like multiple? Shit. Now I wish I had my own cubby hole to crawl into and wait for safety. But I had no such easy way out. Finally, I admitted defeat. That’s when I heard more movement coming from another corner. I panicked and started to run, Freddy following behind but quickly overtaking me. By the time we turned around the corner I was following him.