The Fazbear Club Chapter 5
#6 of The Fazbear Club
Alright. First of all, sorry for all the delays. Life has been kind of crazy as of late, so there were many problems with me finding free time to write. Nevertheless, here ya go!
Hope you all enjoy! Oh! And before I forget, I will also be uplodaing something new, so do look out for that!
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I do not own Five Nights at Freddy's. The game and its characters all belong to an amazing person named Scott Cawthon
Mike had awoken himself abruptly, jolting himself out bed. He was sweating profoundly, his breathing was unsteady and his pupils were dilated. Placing a hand on his head, he wiped off his sweat and proceeded to regulate his breathing once more.
He was dreaming when he slept. Though, it was more a nightmare than a dream.
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He was in a dark, endless room with only a flashlight as his main source of light. He would wander aimlessly in the dark void, trying to figure out where in hell he was. Then, the scenery would change slowly. The darkness seemed to solidify, forming walls, ceilings, and tiled floors. Colors would soon enter into the fray, giving some bit of life in the seemingly dead landscape.
However, it still didn't help him in answering where he was. There were many pictures drawn onto the wall. Crude, yet distinguishable. There were also, many portraits on the wall. Portraits of...Four females..?; Mike couldn't really see, the darkness was overshadowing the mere light his flashlight was giving out.
But Mike couldn't help but wonder. Why did they look familiar?
One was a picture of a female in a yellow dress, with white frills around and a plain, white bib on her chest. She had an unusual, semi-bowl cut, golden-yellowish hair color with an orange flower neatly placed in between and a pair of lovely orange irises. In her cupped hands that were in front of her, she was holding a small cupcake with...a pair of plastic eyes.
Another was a female in an odd pirate captain's uniform; jacket with golden lapels and buttons, a button up shirt inside with a Victorian styled cravat and a pair of semi-worn out pants and brown boots. She had a hook for her left hand and an eyepatch, with a maroon colored iris. Her hair was a mix of slight red and orange, long and free flowing with a pirate hat placed on top of her head.
There was also another female with a lush and long purple hair with a pair of fake purple bunny ears on top as well as a pair of violet irises. She was also wearing a dress, a purple colored dress with white frills as well. Though, the odd part was that she had a...was that a Gibson 1959 Flying V?!
And lastly, there was a female with a brown blazer and a white blouse underneath with a black bowtie on her neck and a pair of black business pants with matching black court shoes. She had a short, lush dark chestnut brown hair color with a top hat on her head and a pair of brown irises. In her right hand was a silver microphone.
The four portraits continued on endlessly in the room, which was filled with some rather fancy furniture. Chairs, tables, and a multitude of other things.
However, after what seemed like eternity, Mike heard giggles emanating from just about everywhere in the dark room. He would turn around and find nothing but darkness staring back at him. This continued on for a good while before Mike got fed up and decided to face it. The giggles grew louder and louder until it would stop immediately, confusing Mike.
He turned around and found Chica, Freddie, Bonnie and Foxy all staring at him with a large grin on their faces and a shadow figure behind them. The shadow would grow in size for a moment before shooting past the four animatronics and engulfing Mike, except his head, in a crushing grip. It seemed so real, the pressure against him was too painful for him to bear.
Then, Freddie would walk forward, holding something in her hands before forcefully impacting it onto Mike's head.
And that was when he woke up.
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Mike sat in his bed for a moment to gather his composure. That was a rather...pleasant experience. Though, he had a whole lot of questions that were circulating throughout his mind. But most of it involving on the why did he dream about them in the first place.
Shaking his head, he sighed before he grabbed his phone on his nightstand, finding that it was 2 PM. Groaning a little, he placed his phone back on the stand and charged it via its cable, getting out of bed and making his way to the bathroom. It wouldn't surprise him that he woke up late, his shift did end at 6 AM. With that, his sleeping patterns would be heavily disrupted.
However, even with that rather unnerving nightmare, Mike had managed to focus his thoughts onto one thing and one thing only.
Answers.
It was a normal day in the pizzeria. Children having tons of fun, adults chatting among friends or relatives, the animatronics entertaining them through song and dance as well as through various shenanigans. All in all, it was about the same as every day.
Though, once you enter the manager's office...it was a whole different story.
"HOW LONG!?"
Mike screeched at Jeremiah Fritz, causing him to push himself into his chair in surprise from his sudden outburst. Coughing a bit, he adjusted his seating and faced Mike, now fairly composed. "Erm...How long...what exactly?" he asked, causing Mike to stare at him, his left eye twitching ever so slightly.
Mike let out a low growl. "You know exactly what I mean! How long has that strip club been alive?!" Mike asked, slamming his fist down onto Mister Fritz' desk, causing him to flinch back.
"...For about 20 years. As far as I've known" Jeremiah said calmly, causing Mike to groan in annoyance. "Alright listen...Sit down and calm down for a moment. I'll tell you what you need to know. Keep in mind though, you're the only person that I'm telling this. Also, some certain things I can't remember or have no idea whatsoever, alright?"
Mike was shocked. He hadn't though that he would willingly tell him, much so that he was the only person to fully know of this. Though, he wasn't complaining all that much. He needed to know of this, even if it does ruin some of his cherished memories.
"Alright. Back then, about 40 or so years ago, a man named Douglas Oras had founded this entire pizzeria, not me. I had only caught wind that the place was to be sold to any potential buyers, about 10 or so years ago" Jeremiah though for a while before shaking his head. "Anyways, the man was a genius. Setting up a parlor which sold pizza in a place like Manhattan where it would be popular. Not to mention he was a rather good cook, so it wasn't really that shocking that his pizza place was topping a lot of restaurants in the city.
"Though, his true passion was in creating things. Either watches, clocks. Anything that had mechanical parts in them, to be honest. And so he though, "I can build some robots and it can help my restaurant to grow!". Kind of a mad idea at the time, though it worked out in the end. From what I've learned, the current robots that you see are the second latest version. I'll tell you about the first later on." He said, when he saw Mike's face shift into confusion.
"So he went days trying to create a perfect design for a robot to look appalling towards children at the time. He had eventually came up with a design somewhat similar to the robots right now, though, a little bit more...erm...edgy I guess the term would be correct. Basically, they had quite a number of edges to them, rather sharp and looked kind of dangerous to kids. Anyways, after a few more days or so, he had made the designs for the current ones you see.
"The children loved them dearly! Though, some parents were slightly hesitant, but in the end, his restaurant was booming! I mean, the first restaurant which features robots! How innovative was that! Yet, sadly for him, the economy dropped drastically and his restaurant wasn't doing as good as it was before. He was sent into a state of perpetual unrest. He spent countless months going aimlessly wandering around the city. And...well...You probably know where the idea for the club came from now"
Mike sat at the chair opposite of Jeremiah, his mind trying to digest the information he was given. Though, he had a tough time trying to tell himself that the pizzeria existed even before he was born. Kind of shocking to be honest.
"With the idea of knowing how to earn income, he started designing a brand new model for the robots. One which will allow them to feel and grasp things, to think and question, to have the same emotional capacity as a human being. In a nutshell, we wanted to create the first ever semi-sentient robot. And he did it. When they 'woke up', he said they felt kind of groggy, the same when you first wake up out of bed. Anyways, a year or so later, he was once again back in business due to that hidden club. And luckily enough, the economy was coming back to normal. People started pouring in once again.
"Fast forward a couple of years later, I had bought the entire place. Douglas died a few years back, which sent the robots into a small depression state. Freaked me out a little when I found out there were robots and freaked out even more when I found that they had emotions and whatnot. Anyways, since I was the new manager, I had told them that the entire pizzeria would be have a grand re-opening, though, they would be wearing those bigger suits as a disguise since the adults would go crazy if they see them looking like a stripper...After that, we cleaned up everything, set up some new things and then we re-opened the place" Jeremiah chuckled a little.
Mike was, once again, speechless. There was so much information he was given. He had no idea where to start! But even, he had quite a number of questions regarding the animatrons.
"Alright...How has this strip club been away from the public? I mean...wouldn't that be hard due to like, oh I don't know, people leaking info?" He asked.
"We have our ways...And the previous security guards were only here to look after the robots after 12. You're a responsible person, that I can tell. It's the main reason why I also gave you the position of being the club's first legit guard" Jeremiah responded.
So there was something else he was hiding...Something that helps the club from becoming public. However, Mike was unsure of whether it was a good thing or a bad thing.
"...So, as of right now, the girls are wearing a disguise to hide their true self during the pizzeria's working hours?" Mike wondered. "And also...they can feel, think and whatnot during the day as well, right?"
"Correct. If they don't wear those old versions of themselves, people would go crazy over how they would look. And yes, they are have the same emotional and thinking capacity as a human during the day. They try to hide it during the day, though, you already got firsthand experience as to what they can do, from your time at the club" Jeremiah chuckled, causing Mike to sheepishly laugh.
Mike adjusted his seat and gulped. "Erm...Last night, the girls told me that their memory is kind of foggy. What's the reason to that...?" He asked. If there was something he could do to retrieve his existence inside of them, he would probably take it.
"Well...It is probably since I can't find the time to call a repairman and fix them. Though...I did remember one time when I did, he said they were rather fine. Circuits were in place, no loose nuts or bolts. Though, he did kinda freaked out when he first saw them" Jeremiah replied, laughing at the memory.
"When was that...?"
"Erm...I think it was...A month ago. Maybe more. Can't really remember. Sorry"
With that in mind, Mike had only one option left, though the girls would probably not like it.
Onto the next question.
"...Do you know of any weird or crazy things that happen after 12 midnight?" Mike asked. This in turn caused Jeremiah to sigh.
"Not again...Why do they all ask that?" He questioned, causing Mike to stare at him confusingly. Jeremiah had caught his stare and went to answer his question. "You see, when I employed the very first night guard, he had asked me the same thing. Same goes for the rest. I can personally vouch for you that there are no strange phenomenons happening after 12 midnight. I had actually guarded them once before myself and nothing worth of interest happened"
Mike stared at the man with a wide eyed expression and a slacked jaw. Was this man serious? Did he not know of the terrors that would happen after 12 midnight?! Mike sighed and shook his head. There were still a lot of unanswered questions, though thankfully for him, Mister Fritz had answered a couple of them.
With that, he stood up from his seat and thanked the man before heading out of his office and making his way back to the dinning hall with one thing in his mind at the moment.
He had to know if they were okay.