Chapters Help Wanted , the bold letters said. Night Watch, a dark colored pegasus stared at the advertisement and munched his cereal. Today was another day for him to seek a job. He placed the bowl on the table and scratched his chin. He took a red marker and circled it. With the flip of the newspaper, he scowled. There weren’t anymore job applications.
“This is just it?” he asked himself, rummaging through the paper again. He sighed. “Well, might as well give it a try.”
He bit his lip, remembering what happened at his last job. “I hope I don’t become a cook or something,” he said, “It just isn’t my thing.”
Using his fingers, Night Watch tore up the advertisement and read it to himself. Freddie Frazzbear’s , he thought. He made a face. “Isn’t that the new pizza place?”
Help Wanted. Various positions open. Night Watch gave a small smile. “Yeah, I like that.” He searched for the address and quickly scribbled it down. 152 Haytowne Avenue
Hey, it’s not that far!
Night Watch looked out his small Manehattan apartment and watched the city bustle below. Princess Celestia’s sun was breaking the sky with her divine light. He opened the window and stuck his head outside. The cold breeze of morning made him shiver, but he could see Haytowne Avenue.
“So, this is the place,” Night Watch said, clutching his light jacket. The cold wind from the early afternoon sent a chill down his spine. The giant bear mascot, Freddie Frazzbear stood near the door, holding up a bright sign. Night Watch walked in, hitting a smell of pizza and laughter of children.
“Hey everyone!!” a goofy voice said with a chuckle, “I’m Freddie Frazzbear!” The bear gave a warm and happy smile and a friendly wave.
A group of costumed animals stood up on stage, giving happy greetings to the children. What looked like to be a bear, a bunny, and a bird sang onstage.
“Hi Freddie!” a crowd of young fillies and colts replied back.
Night Watch couldn’t help but smile at the cute scene. He then promptly looked around to see if he could apply. The atmosphere was joyous. It was happy. He just couldn't wait. The next thing he knew, he was sitting in an office.
“Hmm, yes,” a tan unicorn stallion said, looking down at a list. He sat behind a desk, and lifted up his glasses. “Uh, Night Watch was it?”
“Yes, sir.”
The unicorn took off his glasses. “What job are you interested in?”
“What?”
“Y’know, we’re giving you a number of choices to pick from,” the stallion said, making a gesture with his hand, “You follow?”
Night Watch nodded. “Yes, I follow, Mr. Frazzers.”
“Now,” the stallion said as he fixed his bow tie, “What are you in for?”
“A-Anything, sir,” Night Watch replied.
“Anything?”
“Anything.”
“Er, um, are you sure?” he asked, fidgeting a bit, “We do have an open position-”
“I’ll take it!” Night Watch exclaimed, jumping up to his hooves.
The door knocked, making Mr. Frazzers put his glasses back on. "Come in!" he said. A light brown stallion with a suit opened the door and stood next to Night Watch.
"Ah, Frazzer, I take you got my telegram?" he asked.
"Uh, yes! Of course Mr. Filthy Rich!" Mr. Frazzers replied.
Filthy Rich gave a smile. "Please, call me Rich. We're casual business partners after all."
"O-of course! Uh, Rich!"
"Good. You know the deal." Filthy Rich gave a look towards Night Watch. "Ah, you must be new here."
"Yes, sir, I am."
"Frazzers, I almost forgot something, " Filthy Rich said, turning towards him, "There's going to be somepony named Pinkie Pie arriving early. Treat her like me. Understood?"
"Yes," Mr. Frazzers replied.
Filthy Rich looked at Night Watch. "Welcome to Freddie's Frazzers Pizza restaurant, " he said, "And good luck. You'll need it."
“Mr. Rich, I’m here!!” a bright voice exclaimed from outside the room. Filthy Rich’s expression dropped.
“I should’ve told her to come tomorrow morning,” he said with a sigh, “Well, it’s a plus from her, I’ll give you that!”
The pony named Pinkie Pie stuck her head into the room. “Hello!” she greeted with a bright smile, “I’m Pinkie Pie!”
“Hi, Pinkie Pie,” Night Watch said weakly, giving a tiny wave.
“Uh, hello,” Mr. Frazzers said also, “You’re Pinkie Pie, correct?”
“Yep, that’s me!” she replied bombastically.
“So, this is for the party, isn’t it?” Mr. Frazzers asked, frantically shuffling papers in his desk.
The pink pony nodded. “I have most the supplies ready, so you’re all good!”
“Pinkie Pie here is just hosting the party,” Filthy Rich said, “I believe you can supply her with the necessities.”
“Y-Yes! Of course I can!” Mr. Frazzers said, holding up a stack of papers. He then faced Night Watch. “Um, please wait. We have to figure this out. J-Just wait in my office.”
Night Watch nodded. Filthy Rich and Mr. Frazzers walked out of the room. “Here,” Pinkie Pie said, putting a piece of candy in his hand. She gave a wink and stuck her tongue out. “I’ll see you around.”
Okay, you’re just going to be a security guard. For the night shift. Heh, get it? Since your name is Night Watch and this being the night shif- I-I’ll stop. Anyway, y’know, it’ll just be fine. It’ll be 12 AM through 6 AM. Also, I’m struggling to keep up with bills, so the lights are out. S-Sorry about that.
Nothing to it. Y-You’ll be good. J-Just don’t wander, okay? Anyway, here’s the key to the place.
Why I trust you? You just look like a trustworthy guy. Oh, and um, you’re free to eat the old pizzas and sodas. B-But please don’t wander, okay? I don’t even know why I told you that...
Night Watch held the small golden key in his fingers and then looked up at the restaurant. Freddie the Bear stared back with a gleeful smile. “Hello, Freddie,” he replied.
The skies were black, painted with the night. Princess Luna’s moon shone her light onto the dark world. The moonlight gave enough light for Night Watch to find the lock. He slid the key into the lock and turned it. With a click, he stepped inside and locked the door behind him.
Upon entering, Night Watch stared up at the long dark hallway. He got out an old Torch, given by Mr. Frazzers.
This is a Torch. It’s a simple flashlight that uses magic as power. I know you’re a pegasus, so just don’t overuse it, okay?
Night Watch looked down at the Torch and put it away. It was just the dark, nothing at all. Taking a few turns inside of the restaurant, Night Watch sighed and relaxed. He entered a small room where equipment was laid down.
Night Watch, this is my pride and joy. I’ve created remote cameras that takes live coverage of anyplace. Of course, with my, uh, budget cuts, the quality isn’t that good. It’s not much, but just pay close attention to them. Just remember that most things you see are just the camera, not you.
Night Watch stared at a fuzzy black and white screen where he could see the three animal buddies. It was something of Mr. Frazzer’s creation. It was quite wonderful in Night Watch’s opinion. A few levers moved and a button made a noise. He sat down at the squeaky chair and opened a bag. He took out a pouch of hay fries, a drink, and a burger. Night Watch sat back and sighed. The clock above clicked towards 12am.
“Here’s to the first night of a new job!”
Little did he know that the three heads of the animals looked straight at the camera.
Author's Note
I'm sorry.
Night 1: First Night on the Job (Part 1)
Night Watch sat in his little room and boringly waited for the clock to click second by second. He clicked through the different cameras and sighed. He looked at the fan cooling him down and back to the screens.
“Boy, this is exciting,” he said, with a hand under his head. He stared at the screens and shuffled through them again.
The words cycled through. There was “Showstage”, where the three animals were shut down. “Dining Area”, the places where tables were set up for tomorrow. “Backstage”, where it was back of the Showstage. He went through the “Kitchen”, which only had audio for some reason. Then then went towards the “Restroom” cameras. Night Watch raised an eyebrow at this. A camera in the restroom? He shrugged and moved on to cycle it again.
The West and East Halls were desolate with nothing to show. However, he suddenly shifted to the Dining Area. A figure stood nearby the camera. He blinked, wanting to know if his eyes were playing tricks. He knew that someone was there. Night Shift threw a hay fry into his mouth, grabbed his Torch and set on out. He left the room, unknowing that a voice recording started to play.
Uh, hey Night Watch. It’s me! Sorry that you hear the message this way, but I wasn’t entirely truthful with you…
12:01 A.M
Night Watch hurriedly down the hall. His eyes started to adjust to the darkness, but it was just too dark to see. He stumbled around, waiting to use the torch until absolutely necessary. Night Watch grunted, feeling his groin collide with a table. Ooh, ouch, he thought to himself. He recovered quickly and rubbed his balls in the dark.
“Anyone there?” he called out, turning on his Torch. With a click, a bright white light went over the colorful table cloths and party hats. Night Watch’s light went over towards the head seat. It was much bigger than the others and looked more like a throne. A paper sat where the throne seat was.
Night Watch made way towards the paper and picked it up. “Reserved for Diamond Tiara,” he read out loud, oblivious of a small scuffle behind him. “Aw, what a cute name.” He set the paper back down. “Well, happy birthday Diamond,” Night Watch said cheerfully. He suddenly went on full alert and looked for the unknown figure.
“I know you’re there,” Night Watch said boldly, “Come out with your hands up.”
Nothing.
Could they be hiding from him? Night Watch observed everything around him and got nothing. Disappointed, he clicked the Torch off to only walk into the edge of the table again. Damn it.
12:05 A.M.
“I swore I saw something,” Night Watch said, unwrapping his hayburger. The wrapper made his hands greasy and sticky. Taking a bite, he placed his fingers where the fries would be and grasped nothing. He made a hurling sound with his mouth full, and shot a look the last place he placed the fries.
“What the hell?”
Night Watch looked underneath the table and above it. There was no sign of his precious hay fries anywhere. He took a vicious bite of the burger before frantically making a search. “Aw c’mon.”
He lifted up his hands in surrender and sat back in his seat. “This sucks.”
1:23 A.M.
Night Watch gave a long yawn and chapped his lips. “Gee, I wonder what’ll happen next.” He clicked through the video feeds over and over, hoping to see anything. He suddenly dawned upon himself that there was something called, ‘The Pirate Cove’. Night Watch rubbed his chin and nodded. “I can just check out that place. No harm in there.”
He wiped his greasy fingers on his pants and gripped the torch under his armpit. “Alrighty, towards the cove!”
Night Watch slowly made his way out with one hand on the wall to lead him into the dark. After some quick sharps and turns, Night Watch shone the light from his Torch. The Pirate Cove. An adventurous grin appeared on his face. “I hope there’s something worth my time in there.”
Before he could go in there, a loud clatter caught his attention. “Who’s there?!” he roared in a powerful voice. The unfaltering darkness replied with silence. He gave a tsk. “Are you toying with me?”
He walked towards the source of the noise and felt a soft cloth at his hooves. He got low and picked it up. Shining the Torch and feeling the fabric, he brought it to his nose and gave it a smell. He gave a gasp at such a wondrous scent. Like vanilla and butterscotch, the rich smell melted his mind. He held it up. It seemed to be some sort of white tank top. A small one too.
This has to belong to a girl, he thought to himself. However, upon closer inspection, he could smell something… salty. He took a quick sniff before placing his tongue on the top. Hay fries salt. His happy demeanor quickly changed into a disgruntled look.
“Oh, you’re going to fucking pay,” Night Watch said with a venomous tongue, “I know you did this,” he continued on with an icy breath.
His ears picked up a silent scream coming from beneath the table. He gave a devious smile. And then a sneer. Night Watch got on his rump with the Torch in one hand. Using his other hand to lift the cloth up, he shone his light onto a furry purple body.
“Crawl out with your hands on your head,” Night Watch ordered in an authoritative tone.
The figure whimpered and did so. Tiny hands gripped the back of the head, making Night Watch unable to get a proper look.
“Look up,” he said, shining the Torch around the small figure. It looked up and squinted into the light. Night Watch felt his heart jump and saw a pair of cute eyes stare up at him.
“P-Please don’t hurt me,” a female voice whispered from her.
Night Watch shone the light away from the girl’s face and got on a knee. “I-I won’t,” he said, “Uh, I-”
*THONK*
What Night Watch saw next was pure black.
“Did he hurt you?” a voice asked.
“N-No...”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes…”
Night Watch mumbled and tried to open his eyes. He fluttered them and opened them to see a yellow avian female and the purple girl. He stared at both of them, waiting for his brain to process information.
“Ugh,” he groaned, “That really hurt.”
“I’m sorry,” the avian said sheepishly, “I just overreacted.”
“Wait, what happened?”
“I hit you in the head,” the yellow bird said, “Hard. ”
“Oh,” Night Watch replied, “That really hurt.”
“I-I just don’t know my strength,” she said, “I hope you forgive me.”
“You’re forgiven, but I just have no idea what’s going on,” Night Watch said.
“First, let us introduce ourselves,” the bird said, “I’m Mallory Chica,” she said, pointing to herself, “You can just call me ‘Chica’.” Chica was a tall and beautiful blonde bird with enormous knockers. On her chest was a small bib that had, ‘Let’s Eat!!!’
“And this is Bonnie the Bunny,” Chica said, introducing her long eared friend. Bonnie gave a shy nod and looked down on the ground. She was a tiny purple rabbit female with a small bowtie on the base of her neck.
“Wait, y-you two are the animal gizmo things on the stage thing!” Night Watch said, “How are you moving?”
“We move on stage,” Chica said, moving her hips back and forth. She gave a funny look, “That surprised you?”
“No! I don’t mean by that!” Night Watch said, “You two are offstage, moving freely here!”
“Our father told us we can do that at night,” Chica said, crossing her wings, “Didn’t he tell you that?”
“Mr. Frazzer?”
“Yes, him.”
“He didn’t even tell me that.”
Chica frowned. But it turned into surprise. “Oh! You’re our new security guard, right?”
“Yes, that’s me.”
“You should’ve introduced yourself at closing time!” Chica said, “Why didn’t you?”
“Your, uh, father didn’t tell me anything about you guys,” Night Watch said.
Chica sighed. “He doesn’t want us to meet anyone. I wonder why...”
Night Watch caught a look from Bonnie, in which she quickly looked away. He then took notice of the white tank top she was now wearing. “Uh, Bonnie, did you take my hay fries?” he asked, feeling foolish to ask such a question.
The bunny turned red in the face and didn’t say anything. “You stole something from him?” Chica asked, placing her wings on her hips. “Bonnie!”
“S-Sorry…” she replied softly.
“N-No, it’s fine. I just wanted to close the case, that’s all,” Night Watch said. Then something struck across him. “Wait, aren’t you made of metal?”
“Yes, do you have a problem with that?” Chica asked.
“Uh, not at all! Just, um, what do you eat?”
“We don’t really eat, but we’re powered up by something called ‘electricity’,” Chica explained, “Father told me it’s expensive and something like that.”
Budget cuts…
“I’ll untie you right now,” Chica said, “It’s really hard to talk to you like this.”
“Huh?” Night Watch looked down to see party streamers knotted around him like a birthday present.
Chica giggled. “You look really cute like this.”
Night Watch blushed and struggled to get out of the ribbon prison. He moved side to side, muscling all his strength to break out. Chica walked over and tore off the fortified ribbons like it was nothing.
“Welcome to Freddie Frazzer’s Pizza!” she said cheerfully.
“Oh joy.”
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Night 1: Things that Go Bump in the Night (Part 2)
"You work here?" Night Watch asked, brushing off the excess party favors.
"Well, yeah," Chica said with a raised eyebrow, "We're the main attraction."
"Y-Yeah, that's true."
"Night Watch, was it?" she asked, pointing a feathered finger at him.
"Yes."
"Father told us a bit about you," she said, "And you're going to work for the week?"
"Yes."
"To be honest with you, this is the first time someone actually talked with us."
"Really?"
Chica nodded. "All the other security guards would just huddle in the camera room and wait until dawn." Her expression fell. "All of them we're too scared to meet us."
Night Watch caught another look from Bonnie and promptly back at Chica. "There's only ponies in Manehattan," he said, "There aren't any birds or bunnies running around."
"There's earth ponies, unicorn, and pegasi," Chica said, "What's the difference?"
"They're different kind of ponies," Night Watch replied, "And I'm a pegasus. Your father a unicorn."
"He did say something like that," Chica said, "We're just a bit curious." She leaned close towards Night Watch and stroked his wings. "You can fly?"
"Yes, I can."
"I've heard that birds fly," Chica said, flapping her wings, "But look at me," she said, ruffling her metal feathers.
“You’re just… different , that’s all,” Night Watch said, scratching the back of his head.
Chica gave a smile. “Father said to be proud of it. But I don’t know why he’s blocking us from the outside world. There’s more out there, y’know?”
Night Watch gave a smile back in return. He nodded.
“Now, enough of us,” Chica said, “More about you.”
“Me?” Night Watch asked, pointing to himself. He looked around him and pointed to himself again. “Me.”
Chica giggled. “You’re the only one here. Of course I’m talking about you!”
“Oh,” Night Watch said, rubbing his hands and turning red in the face, “Uh, well, my name is Night Watch. I live in the Manehattan Apartments not far from here.”
“What about your life story?” Chica asked, “I’ve never heard one before!”
“Really? Not even one?” Night Watch asked.
“Well, I heard my father’s story over a dozen of times. But I want to hear a new one.”
“Eh. Hm. My life story isn’t exactly the best and cheerful one,” Night Watch said, “But I’m glad to tell-”
A giant crash in the restaurant made Night Watch jump to his hooves. “What was that?”
“That’s probably Freddie,” Chica said, pointing towards the opposite direction of the noise, “He’s just-”
She paused. And then faced where Night Watch was looking towards. Chica then looked at Pirate’s Cove. “I don’t know what that was,” she whispered.
“Stay close by me,” Night Watch said, grabbing his Torch, “I don’t want you to wander off.” Chica nodded. Bonnie stuck close and followed behind Chica. That noise, Night Watch thought, sticking close to the walls, It’s from the kitchen.
He remembered stepping inside there with the cooks baking the hot pies. It was a warm and cheerful place that. However, there was only an audio camera from the room. By the gods that they knew what held in store for him.
The next thing he knew, he was in front of the kitchen doors. He placed his palm on the cold door and pushed it open. He looked back at Chica and Bonnie. “Stay here,” he whispered. The two nodded. Night Watch stuck his head inside, but only saw the black color of darkness. Jeez. It’s fucking dark.
Taking baby steps into the kitchen, he clicked on his Torch. The bright light reflected off the shiny steel equipment. He grimaced at the blinding light until he saw an eye catching color. He got on his hands and knees and shined the light underneath a stove. A pink color was snuggled up next to the other side.
Night Watch got up and walked around, the Torch heaving a huddled mass beneath a sleeping bag. He made a face and got on his knees. Night Watch placed a hand on it and began to shake it. A voice suddenly gave a shout of giggles before a pink furry head popped at the front of the sleeping bag.
“Hey, who’s there?” a familiar voice asked.
Night Watch saw the back of the head and looked down. His hand was where the hindquarters would be. He got red in the face and took his hand off. It took a second for his brain to comprehend that the pony from this afternoon was in front of him.
“You’re-”
“Yep! I’m Pinkie Pie!” she said, “I remember you, Night Watch!”
He became baffled and tripped on his words. “Wha-wait, what, why are you here?” he asked, “It’s late in the night and you’re sleeping on the kitchen floor of a family restaurant in a tiny sleeping bag!!”
“I have a party to host tomorrow, silly,” Pinkie Pie said, sticking her tongue out, “I have to be ready!” She slid out of the sleeping back and was wearing a small onesie.
Night Watch put a finger up to talk, but couldn't find the words. “Okay, fine,” he said, putting up his hands in surrender, “But why didn’t you tell anyone about this?”
“I did,” Pinkie Pie said, stuffing her sleeping bag into a much bigger bag, “I told my friends and Mr. Brazzers.”
“Frazzers. ”
Pinkie Pie made a funny face. “Huh. That was his name?”
Night Watch was in disbelief. “Yeah, it is!”
What Night Watch had to go through next was the rambunctious pink pony chat up with the mechanical animal, Chica.
2:06 A.M.
“I’ve never seen an earth pony this close up before!” Chica exclaimed, petting Pinkie Pie’s hair.
“And I didn’t know that this place had you guys!” Pinkie Pie said, “Oh, I’m so excited for tomorrow!”
The two chatted away as Night Watch and Bonnie awkwardly waited by sitting next to each other. The bunny was tiny compared to the pegasus. He sat against the wall and legs apart to support his body. Bonnie sat by keeping her legs straight and looked down.
Night Watch snuck a few looks of Bonnie time to time, waiting for the opportunity to chat. However, all his eyes did was go to her face, chest, hips, and long slender legs. He felt sweat beading up on his forehead. By the gods, it seems like she’s an actual girl. However, he noticed he carried a conversation with Pinkie Pie just fine.
Huh.
“Um, Night Watch?” Bonnie asked, a cute voice escaping from her mouth. He looked over to see the pair of shy eyes. “I’m sorry for what happened…”
“Hey, no sweat!” Night Watch said, lightly wiping his forehead.
Bonnie sat silent for a moment. “You’re… curious of us, aren’t you?” she asked, “I’ve been watching you ever since you came.”
“Well, er, yeah,” Night Watch replied to the somewhat creepy comment.
“I’ll tell you the story of my father and how we got created.”
~
My father was a young unicorn with very bright ideas. He grew up in Canterlot and moved to Manehattan. He was fascinated with this ‘electricity’ and life itself. He had a passion for science naturally. However, it was only a few years ago when we were created.
Freddie was born. And my father was happy. He circuited metal frames from a junk site. Soon, Chica and I were created. However…
~
“My father soon got short on money keeping us alive,” Bonnie said, staring down at the floor, “He had more dreams to expand his skills. But he turned towards this restaurant to keep us happy.” Bonnie gave a sad small smile. “We can’t let him down.”
“Wait, Freddie,” Night Watch said, “The bear, right?”
Bonnie gave a quick nod. A low rumble came from the bowels of the restaurant. “He must be waking up right now.”
Night 1: Breaking Dawn (Part 3)
Night Watch felt his own bowels disrupt. The entire restaurant vibrated in its own foundation. In the darkness, a monstrous silhouette loomed and got closer with each step.
“Oh, good evening Freddie!” Chica said, “How did you sleep?”
The figure replied with a loud groan. Two giant bear ears sat on the top of Freddie’s head. “Not enough,” he replied. He crashed down to the ground on his rump. He gave a sigh. “It’s tough to say the same thing at every show with a dopey smile.”
The brown fluffy bear’s tired eyes looked up at Pinkie Pie and Night Watch. “These the new security guards?”
“Only Night Watch,” Chica replied, pointing to the dark pegasus next to Bonnie.
Still with the bags under Freddie’s eyes, he looked menacing. Night Watch couldn’t say any words. Pinkie Pie, on the other hand, could. “Hiya!” she said, hopping towards Freddie, “I’m Pinkie Pie!”
Freddie fell back on his back in surprise. His top hat fell down to the ground in repercussion. “Y-You’re not scared of me?” he asked, getting up on his paws. He towered over Pinkie Pie.
“Why should I?” Pinkie Pie asked, “You’re fuzzy wuzzy!”
“Fuzzy… wuzzy?” Chica whispered.
“Fuzzy wuzzy?” Freddie repeated, “Fuzzy wuzzy!!” he roared. He sat down on the floor next to Pinkie Pie and smiled. “Hi Pinkie Pie.”
“And that’s Freddie,” Night Watch said towards Bonnie. His finger pointed towards the bear.
“He’s really sweet,” Bonnie whispered, “But he’s scary sometimes.”
“S-Scary?”
Pinkie Pie rubbed Freddie between the ears. “You like this don’t you?” Freddie was like an obedient dog and nodded.
“Uh, hey Freddie,” Night Watch said gingerly, “I’m-”
“What do you want?” Freddie glared.
What a quick change of heart! Night Watch started to sweat. “Well, I, um, am Night Watch,” he stuttered, “J-Just letting you know.”
“Fuzzy wuzzy is just a bit grumpy,” Pinkie Pie cooed.
Chica looked on in disbelief. Freddie gave a happy sigh. “That feels good,” he said with Pinkie Pie’s fingers going through his fur.
Night Watch slowly made his way back next to Bonnie. “He’s scary…” Night Watch said, “He could tear me in half if he wanted.”
“It’s not so bad,” Bonnie said, “Freddie went through a lot of things. After all, he was father’s first creation.”
3:00 A.M.
“And that’s how Equestria was made!” Pinkie Pie said. Freddie and Chica listened to what seemed to be truth and facts from the pink pony, but Bonnie was unphased. Night Watch had a hand on his face the whole time.
“P-Pinkie Pie, sorry to burst your creative bubble,” Night Watch said, “But-”
“Watch what you say next!” Freddie growled.
Sweat and comical tears flowed like a river from Night Watch. “Uh, no comment.”
Freddie seemed pleased with that response. “Father didn’t really tell us about the history of Equestria, did he?” Chica said, looking towards Freddie. He gave a quick node in response. “Perhaps he knew that too much information in us can eat away at electricity.”
Night Watch gave a yawn. “Why am I doing here?” he whispered to himself, “Freddie is a crazy, Pinkie Pie is nut, Chica is cool, and Bonnie is cute…” he gave a sigh, “I shouldn’t say anything more or Freddie will get mad at me-”
“I can hear everything you’re saying!!” Freddie roared, getting up in Night Watch’s face.
“I-I’m sorry!!” he pleaded, getting on his hands and knees.
“I think a pistachio will best describe me as a nut,” Pinkie Pie said with a thumb under her chin.
Chica gave a small smile and chuckled. Bonnie blushed and tried to cover her face.
“Say it like you mean it, guard!” Freddie said, picking up Night Watch by the collar with a powerful paw.
“I’m fucking sorry!!” Night Watch said, making prayer with his gods before his inevitable doom, “I have lived a very shitty life,” he whispered.
Freddie placed Night Watch back on the ground. “Are you sure he’s the security guard?” he asked Chica, “He’s a wimp.”
“Oh, he’s not that bad,” she replied, “Besides, you’re much bigger than him, Freddie.”
“Hmm, that’s true.”
Night Watch laid on the ground, trembling in shock. He fidgeted and twitched, his brain unable to process the information before him.
“Well, it was father’s orders,” Freddie said, cracking his mechanical knuckles, “To test if the guard was strong or not.”
“It all must be new for him,” Pinkie Pie said, making a sandwich, “You know, with you guys and all.”
“I-I was here longer than you…” Night Watch muttered under his breath, “...with them.”
Pinkie Pie took a bite of her sandwich. “Oh, I have to associate with you, Bonnie!” she said, zipping up next to the bunny.
“Um, what?” she asked.
“You’re sort of like Fluttershy!” Pinkie Pie said, “And you should smile more. You have a cute face.”
Bonnie’s face turned red in embarrassment. “Uh, I smile when I’m up on stage,” she said.
“Yeah, but that’s not a real smile,” Pinkie Pie said, “It comes from the heart!” she patted Bonnie’s chest. “It’s inside of you!”
“My… heart?”
“Yep!”
Chica placed a feathered hand on her chest. “We have a heart?” she asked Freddie.
He shrugged. “Beats me.”
Pinkie Pie clapped her hands together. “Oh, I can't believe this place had wonderful people! What songs do you sing? What do you eat? What do you like to do in your free time?”
“I-I’ll just, go back,” Night Watch said, crawling back to the camera room, “I have a job to do…”
5:56 A.M.
Night Watch laid back in his seat and continued to snore. A thread of saliva bounced time to time. Loud noises escaped from his mouth, unaware of the figures moving frantically in the cameras. Faces of Pinkie Pie, Chica, Bonnie, and Freddie appeared briefly.
Night Watch chapped his lips and continued to sleep on. A drop of saliva formed again and bobbed up and down. Time to time, the figures on the screen waved.
However, in all that sleepful bliss, he was grabbed by the head.
Night Watch was still asleep, his face making burn marks on the ground. “Night Watch, you awake?” a voice asked. He woke up in a fiery way.
“My face!” he exclaimed, “It burns!” he said, feeling the carpet burn.
“Hey, Night Watch, stay here with me!” Pinkie Pie said, dragging him along the floor.
“A-Ask me that before grabbing me!” he yelled out, his face burning along the kiddy carpet.
“I have a favor to ask of you!” she said.
“What is it?”
“Host the party with me!”
“What?!”
6:00 A.M.
Author's Note
not sorry.
Day 2: Diamond Tiara's Birthday
6:13 A.M
Night Watch’s eyes sagged from the long night before. He groggily sat in a seat and crossed his arms. Closing his eyes, he gave himself a well earned rest. Freddie, Chica, and Bonnie stood in their rightful places on the stage and watched Pinkie Pie pull out something from her bag.
“What’s that?” Chica asked, pointing towards the light blue object.
“Just my party cannon,” she said, aiming at the throne seat. However, it was the seat that Night Watch sat at. With the press of a button, balloons, confetti, and streamers exploded. Decoration went to the ceiling and walls.
Night Watch sat up high in his seat, his red eyes bulging from the sudden racket. A party hat snugged onto his head while he had a party favor in his mouth. However, from the shock he received, he was hyperventilating through the party favor. Head to hoof in glitter and confetti, he began to shake and twitch.
“Good morning!” Pinkie Pie said in a sing songy voice. Night Watch continued to breathe in quick short repetitions. “Now,” she said happily, “What should we use?”
Night Watch’s rapid breathing seemed to answer her question. “You’re right!” she said, “More decorations!”
“Did he just say decorations or no?” Freddie asked, pointing a finger towards Night Watch. Chica shrugged.
Pinkie Pie skipped around the tables and threw streamers, balloons, and glitter up in the air. It magically stuck to the walls, leaving Night Watch in a comatose state. His eyeballs rolled to the back of his head and crashed down to the ground.
“It feels like I’m missing something…” Pinkie Pie pouted, with a finger on her chin. The pink pony saw Night Watch on the ground and thought for a second. “I forgot the cake!!” she exclaimed, before heading out towards the door. “I’ll be back soon!”
The pegasus on the ground gave a loud groan before heaving a sigh. “Kill me.”
11:00 A.M
Here at Freddie Frazzbear’s, it’s all and good fun! But remember, the fun has just begun! Freddie sang with a goofy smile. The little fillies and colts cheered and laughed, watching the mechanical animals on stage entertaining them. Night Watch sat on the side, unaware of a few kids plastering stickers all over him.
He was in a chair with his arms crossed. Tired from the night before, his mind and body was pleading for rest. The sounds; the sounds of laughter, conversations, and music was soon drowned out by his mind.
“I never knew they had a ‘Sticker Booth’,“ a little sky blue filly said before slapping a smiley face sticker on Night Watch’s knee.
“Me neither,” a gray colt replied. “But I guess we’re the first ones to use it.”
At a nearby table, Pinkie Pie was preparing for the party. “Oh, Diamond Tiara is going to love it!” she said, squealing with delight. She glanced over at Night Watch and giggled. “Looks like he’s having fun.”
The filly poked Night Watch in the ribs. “Wow, he feels like a real pony.”
“Really?” the colt asked before patting his coat. “Yeah, you’re right.” At this, he climbed onto the side of the chair and poked his snout. “It feels all too real.”
Night Watch snorted and blubbered, scaring away the filly and colt. He gasped and coughed and brushed himself. However, his fingertips picked up the stickers on him. Night Watch blinked and sighed. The loud noise hammered his senses from just waking up. He yawned and walked over to Pinkie Pie.
“So, why am I here again?”
“To help me with the party, silly filly!”
Night Watch looked at the party area. Decorations were set up, tables were ready, and everything was in order. “Help with what?” he asked.
“It’s your job, isn’t it?” Pinkie Pie asked.
Night Watch was confused. “Me?” he said, pointing to himself, “Job?”
“You’re the security guard, aren’t ya’?”
“I only have the night shift,” he replied, “I don’t think I can-”
“Of course you can! You’re a security guard!” Pinkie Pie said, slapping a party hat on the pegasus and smothering him with confetti. Night Watch’s baggy eyes were not amused.
“Night Watch?” Mr. Frazzers asked, walking in with a folder under an arm. “Why are you still here?”
“Long story…” he replied, scratching his chin.
Mr. Frazzers gave a nervous chuckle. “Uh, just so you know that you won’t be paid for this shift,” his voice turned into a mutter in the end.
Night Watch rubbed his eyes. “Yeah, yeah.” Pinkie Pie jumped into the conversation. “He’s just helping me with the party, Mr. Brazzers,” she said, “He’s my friend y’know.” She grabbed him around the shoulders and hugged him tight.
“Gwah!” Night Watch grunted, feeling Pinkie Pie’s iron grip constrict him.
“I see,” Mr. Frazzers said, oblivious of Night Watch’s face turning blue. “Well, good luck on Diamond Tiara’s party.”
Pinkie Pie winked. “Don’t worry, I know how to work parties,” she said as Night Watch continued to struggle.
“Daaad, why did you put the party here?” a filly’s voice asked.
“You’ll like this place, Diamond Tiara,” Filthy Rich replied, walking in with his daughter. “It’s quite nice here.”
“Hey Diamond Tiara!” Pinkie Pie greeted with a smile and a wave. She threw Night Watch into a seat and bounced towards her.
“P-Pinkie Pie?” the pinky filly asked.
“I know how you like her parties, dear,” Filthy Rich said, “How about it?”
“If it’s Pinkie Pie’s, I guess it’s alright.”
“You won’t be disappointed!” Pinkie Pie exclaimed with glee. Stars in her eyes twinkled brightly.
“Rich, hello there,” Mr. Frazzers said with a small bow. Filthy Rich gave a smile. “Ah, yes, Frazzers, nice to see you here. I need to have a discussion with you.”
“Hm? Why, yes, please, come to my office.”
“Who’s that?” Diamond Tiara asked, pointing towards Night Watch.
“He’s the bodyguard here,” Pinkie Pie said.
Diamond Tiara gave the “up-down” on him and gave a ‘Huh.’
“The party will start in about thirty minutes,” Pinkie Pie said, “Just get comfortable and wait, okay?”
Diamond Tiara nodded. Around this time, Night Watch regained consciousness and took a deep breath. The small filly hopped on the seat next to him.
“Ow, what hit me?” he said, giving a stretch, “I’m blacking out too much. Must be because of my sleep deprivatio-”
“Why are you talking to yourself?” Diamond Tiara asked, scaring the hee-jeebus out of the dark stallion. With a heart around his heart, he sighed. “Oh, it’s just you.”
Diamond Tiara raised an eyebrow at this. “What do you mean by that? I don’t even know you.”
“I-I meant that I was just acknowledging that you were a filly,” Night Watch said, putting his hands up defensively.
“And you’re my bodyguard?” she asked. She gave a tsk.
What’s the attitude with this girl? But Night Watch shook that comment off. He grinned. “Yeah, I’m your bodyguard. Do you have a problem with that?”
“Yes.”
Night Watch felt an ice shard penetrate his heart. And this is the girl who’s having the birthday party? He gave a nervous chuckle. “Well, I guess you’re stuck with me, huh?” Night Watch gave a pat on Diamond Tiara’s head. She immediately swatted his hand away.
“Don’t touch me!” she said, blushing red in the face.
Damn, she’s cute. “I’m sorry. I won’t-”
“C-Can you do that again?” she asked, looking away, “It actually, felt good.”
“This?” Night Watch asked, lightly patting her head. Diamond Tiara purred and snuggled against the chair. I-I should stop doing this. “H-Hey, it’s your birthday, right?” Night Watch asked, taking off his hand from her.
“What do you think?” she asked coldly, a dark aura shrouding her.
Just what is she?
Pinkie Pie skipped in and slid onto Night Watch’s lap. “I see that you two are getting along well.”
“In a way, we are,” Night Watch said, relieved that Pinkie Pie jumped in. Diamond Tiara’s glare wore off and directed her attention to Pinkie Pie.
“What flavor is the cake?” she asked.
“Your favorite,” Pinkie Pie said, sticking a tongue out.
Diamond Tiara’s expression brightened. “Really?”
“Of course, why would I choose a cake you don’t like?”
“T-That’s true…”
“Pinkie Pie, is it okay with you if you get off my lap?” Night Watch asked, red in the face and shaking a little.
“Eh? Why? It’s so comfortable!” she replied, moving her rump side to side.
Fuck. Does she not know how a guy’s crotch works? “I just have to make rounds,” he said twitching, “Bodyguard stuff y’know.”
Pinkie Pie put a finger on her chin. “That’s true.” She slid off into a seat for Night Watch to get up.
“I’ll be back soon!” Night Watch said, waddling away. He zipped across the room into the back, leaving Pinkie Pie and Diamond Tiara.
“So how’s life, Diamond Tiara?” Pinkie Pie asked.
“Are we having this conversation again?”
11:50 A.M
“Happy Birthday, Diamond Tiara!” Filthy Rich said, uncovering a cart full of presents.
With a flip of a bright red cape, a golden carriage held boxes wrapped in beautiful wrapping paper.
“Wow, are these all for me?” she asked.
Her father smiled. “Of course. Everything is daddy’s little girl.”
“D-Dad, don’t embarrass me!” she exclaimed, turning red in the face.
“Right, right, I’m sorry.”
“Diamond Tiara, it’s amazing how you’re able to pay the tickets to get to Manehattan,” a light green filly said.
“She’s Diamond Tiara of course!” Silver Spoon jumped in, zipping up to her friend, “She can do anything!!”
The colts and fillies she invited over crowded around her, chattering away. Night Watch stood on the side with his arms crossed. “Is is how kids’ birthday parties are like?”
“No, all of them are different,” Pinkie Pie said, standing next to him.
When did she get here? Night Watch beaded sweat, knowing that Pinkie Pie was somewhere else for a time.
“Night Watch,” Pinkie Pie started out.
“Yes? What is it?” he asked.
“You’ve never had a party thrown for you, right?”
Night Watch scratched his chin. Throwing a party? What did that mean? “Does it hurt?” he asked.
Pinkie Pie snorted and giggled. “No, no, no! It’s a figure of speech, silly!”
“Oh,” Night Watch said, thinking of a hurricane of things thrown at him. “I see.”
“How about one at the end of this week?” she said, getting close to Night Watch’s face. “You’ll be free then, right?”
His face turned red from her getting close. “Y-Yes, of course.”
She gave a cute smile. “Here’s my address,” she said, grabbing Night Watch’s hand and gently placing a piece of paper inside, “Be sure to send me a telegram!” She walked towards the party, leaving Night Watch speechless.
W-What?
“Night Watch, can I see you in my office please?” Mr. Frazzers asked, walking up to him.
“Yeah, sure!”
12:00 P.M
The two sat down in the small messy office before Mr. Frazzers spoke. “Night Watch, I sincerely apologize for not informing you all of this,” he said.
Night Watch knew he was talking about Chica, Bonnie, and Freddie. “Hey, no problem,” Night Watch replied, “I now know why you were hesitating in giving me this job!”
“You were lucky, Night Watch,” he said direly, “It’s only a miracle that they didn’t do anything to you.”
“What do you mean?”
“My,” he paused, “children do not drive on electricity alone. What they do not know is that the ponies around them give them energy. Happiness. Joy. Laughter.”
He’s saying… Pinkie Pie?
“A child’s joy is a wondrous thing. It’s naive and innocent. However, it’s not enough for my children.” Mr. Frazzers gave a sigh. “You need to always be happy and have a smile on your face.” Night Watch thought about the information given to him.
“Don’t believe me?” he asked, pulling up a pants leg. Underneath was a prosthetic leg. “I had a limb torn off.” Night Watch gulped.
“I had given life to something I cannot control. I love them,” he said, looking at Night Watch in the eyes, “But my love is not enough.”
Night Watch stepped up. “What can I do to help?”
Mr. Frazzers perked his head up. “Y-You want to help?” He nodded. Mr. Frazzers gave a deep breath. “I’m going to tell you the truth. It’s because I need to.”
12:06 P.M
“Happy Birthday to yooou!!” a choir of voices chirped. A scarlet-faced Diamond Tiara had just experienced the longest and awkwardest 15-seconds of her life. While she loved attention, she just found herself grinning like an idiot.
She blew the candles on her pure white cake before thunderous applause filled the restaurant. She grinned. Yeah. This was better.
Night Watch was in passive thought. The conversation with Mr. Frazzers rocketed through his mind.
You must never tell anyone or anything that. Please, I beg of you. I trust you.
I trust you…
Night Watch made a face at that word. “Trust”. It was a funky thing, that. The next thing he knew, Diamond Tiara was glaring at him. She puffed up her cheeks. Her eyes felt like daggers. W-What did I do? Night Watch thought, feeling cold sweat bead up on him.
“What did you wish for, Diamond Tiara?” Silver Spoon asked.
“Hey, it’s my wish. I’m not sharing it with anyone!”
“Huh? Your face is turning red, is something wrong?” Silver Spoon said, “You’re not sick or anything, right?”
Night Watch felt the little devil’s eyes gaze right at him. He looked away from Diamond Tiara and shook. Why does it feel so ominous? He stepped out of her range and gave a deep sigh. However, all of the sudden, he felt his stomach get a rupturing blow. Night Watch gave a grunt and looked to see three small fillies on the ground.
“Ow, that hurt,” one said with an accent. She had red hair with a bright pink bow tie upon her head. Bright yellow skin radiated from her earth pony body.
“S-Sorry mister!” one voice squeaked. A white unicorn filly with pink and purple blended hair gave a nervous look.
“Are you okay?” the third one piped up. The orange pegasus sat on the ground with an apologetic stare.
“I’m fine, I’m fine,” Night Watch said, patting his stomach, “It was my fault for not looking where I was going.”
“Is Diamond Tiara’s birthday over there?” the white unicorn asked.
“Yep,” Night Watch nodded with a finger towards the party area, “Right there.”
“Thank you, mister!” the yellow earth pony said.
“Thank you!” the orange pegasus added on.
Night Watch watched the three walk towards the party area but couldn’t help overhear their conversation. “Why did Diamond Tiara invite us?” the earth pony muttered.
“Is this a trap or something?” the squeaky unicorn said.
“It seems fishy to me. Diamond Tiara doesn’t like us,” the pegasus said.
Diamond Tiara invited ponies she doesn’t like? That’s weird. Night Watch’s eyes caught Mr. Frazzers move with haste across the restaurant.
“Mr. Frazzers, you seem to be troubled, what’s up?”
“Oh, Night Watch! Thank the gods you’re still here! Look, I need your help.”
“Sure, what is it?”
“Here, follow me,” Mr. Frazzers said, walking towards the back, “Many of our staff in the kitchen can’t make it tomorrow. Can you work in the kitchen then?”
“Me? Kitchen?” Night Watch asked, pointing to himself. He suddenly remembered the horrors of him working with food. “N-No, it’s not good if you post me in the kitchen.”
“Relax, all you have to do is to bake frozen pizzas and keep it warm.”
“Really, that’s it?”
“That’s all there’s to it! The hay fries will be dealt with by the others and soft drinks are easy to serve!”
“It doesn’t sound that bad,” Night Watch said, “But then what about the security job?”
“It’s all on you, Night Watch,” Mr. Frazzers said, “I’ll gladly pay you extra!”
Pay…
Extra…
“You’ve got yourself a man in the kitchen, Mr. Frazzer!” Night Watch beamed, feeling confident in the new temporary position, “I’ll also happily work at the night shift!”
Mr. Frazzers clicked on a sound recorder and sighed. “Now I know that I won’t be sued for overworking you.”
The two were silent. “Are you actually that paranoid, Mr. Frazzer?”
“With all that had happened in the past? Yes.”
“Okay then.”
12:30 P.M
“Night Watch! Over here!” Pinkie Pie said, waving madly.
“Huh, what’s up?”
“Just come over here!”
He walked over to the table where Pinkie Pie was sitting in the midst of the fillies and colts. “What do you need me for?”
“Open wide!” she said, stuffing a slice of pizza inside his mouth.
Night Watch choked on the hot pie and gagged. “T-Tell me that you’re going to force feed me before doing that!”
“But what’s the fun in doing that?” Pinkie Pie said, taking a bite of a cheese pizza, “And it’s good! The pizzas here are homemade and are made fresh! Isn’t that cool?”
I probably shouldn’t tell anyone that these pizzas are frozen then. Night Watch watched Pinkie Pie wolf down her food.
“Hey, is that her coltfriend?” a purple filly whispered to a red colt.
“Looks like it,” the colt whispered back. Little did they know that Diamond Tiara was listening to every word.
“Hey, open wide again!” Pinkie Pie said after stuffing another slice into Night Watch’s mouth.
He coughed in response and grabbed the nearest cup to wash down the starch and dairy. The carbonated drink made him hiccup and grunt in response.
“P-Pinkie Pie, are you trying to kill me?”
“Night Watch, do you know who’s cup you drank out of?”
“Huh?”
She got closer to him. “You gave me a,” she paused and got even closer, “Indirect kiss,” she whispered.
His ears unleashed steam and his face got red hot. “I-I’m going out to get some fresh air!!” With that said, Night Watch sprinted on out.
“They’re a couple for sure,” the filly whispered.
“But don’t you think it’s weird that they’re at a birthday party to do this stuff?” the colt asked.
“Tha-That’s actually kind of true.”
Diamond Tiara suddenly got up and squirmed. “E-Excuse me!” she dashed on out, leaving the others speechless.
“Did she have to go to the bathroom?” a filly spoke up.
“It looked like it,” Silver Spoon said, “Oh, and what’s next, Pinkie Pie?”
“Let me check,” she said, scuffling a pad of paper.
“Pinkie Pie,” a voice of a filly spoke up.
“What is it, Apple Bloom?” Pinkie Pie replied, flipping a few pages.
“Are you dating him?”
“Night Watch?”
She giggled. “Nope. I’m just having fun.”
“S-She thinks that’s having fun?” a voice whispered in the background.
12:33 P.M
The brisk Manehattan air greeted Night Watch. He closed his eyes and gave a sigh. “I never knew working here would be hectic.” He looked towards the Freddy statue and gave a thumbs up towards it.
“You’re also friends with statues?” Diamond Tiara asked, watching the stallion in mid-thumps up.
Night Watch crossed his arms and looked away. “No! What do you think I am? A loser?”
Diamond Tiara didn’t say anything to that. “So, how’s life?” she asked.
“What’s with that question?” Night Watch said, very puzzled.
“Just answer the question.”
“Life, is, uh, tough I guess.”
“How tough?”
“It’s hard to live by yourself y’know,” Night Watch said, “You have to be mindful of what you have to spend, what not to spend, and know budget. Sometimes, I was one paycheck of being homeless!” He gave a chuckle, but Diamond Tiara didn’t have any of it.
“You’re poor, aren’t you?”
“In bitter reality, yes,” Night Watch said, “But you have a great dad, Diamond Tiara. Don’t use him to get gifts and other stuff. Love him.”
“Why are you so poor?” she asked curiously.
“It’s all too deep for you Diamond Tiara,” Night Watch said, “Besides, you have a birthday party to go to, right?”
“Why are you still talking to me?”
“Excuse me?”
“I’ve treated you like dirt and disrespected you,” Diamond Tiara said softly, “Yet, you’re still kind.”
“Well,” Night Watch said, walking up to the filly, “I’m your bodyguard, aren’t I?”
Later. Much later.
Night Watch,
I’ve asked my dad to give you something special at the end of this week.
Don’t miss it.
Or you’ll regret it.
Diamond Tiara
Night Watch stood in the dark lobby of the restaurant. With a Torch in hand and the dark of night, a new world was opening to him. He read the note over again. What’s going in that girl’s mind? There was Pinkie Pie’s promise too. What would he do about tha-
“Night Watch, is that you?” a familiar voice called out from the dark.
A new night was about to begin.
Author's Note
Y'know, I don't know what I did here. But whatever it is, I like it. And relax, there's no foalcon. Anthro/Humanized foalcon is ~~sadly~~ banned.
Night 2: Another Night (Part 1)
12:00 A.M
“Night Watch, you’re back!” Chica said, clasping him a big hug. Her metal frame gave him a painful thud. After the colossal hit, Chica grabbed him by the hand. “Here, follow me!”
Dazed and stunned, Night Watch was dragged through the restaurant. Finally, Night Watch was at the stage, where Bonnie and Freddie were. “Hey security guy,” Freddie said tiredly. Bonnie just gave a quick nod.
Night Watch simply gave a limp sigh and waved weakly. “I’ve been up all day, so I really can’t do, uh, guardin’ stuff.”
“But we don’t have a garden,” Chica said, “Ooh, I’ve never actually seen one now that I think about it! How does it look like?” Bonnie’s ears perked at the mention of the word ‘garden’.
“And you’re also going to work all day when the night ends, right?” Freddie asked, sitting on the edge of the stage.
“Please don’t remind me,” Night Watch groaned.
“Coffee,” Chica said out of the blue.
“Yes. Coffee,” Night Watch said, stumbling up on his hooves. His hands gripped tightly on his tools and trudged towards the kitchen. “I really need coffee.”
Chica scratched her head. “Coffee?” she asked herself, “The hot light brown liquid that father drinks?”
The three followed Night Watch, who made his way into the kitchen. The stallion opened the doors and his eyes darted around the place. The silver aluminum’s ovens and stoves sat smack dab in the middle whilst the drinks were tucked on the other side of the room. A soda dispenser and a coffee maker hummed.
Night Watch gave a gasp of relief, feeling the hot coffee pour into a large styrofoam cup. The sweet nectar of the gods was being flushed out like a raging river. He gave one more pump of coffee for good measure before he took a sip. He felt the boiling heat shake his digestive tract.
“Ah, that hits the spot,” he said, sitting down on the kitchen floor. He looked fully content to be comforted by the ole’ cup of joe. “What spot is that?” Freddie asked, staring at the black pool that sat in his cup.
“That was just a figure of speech-ish,” Night Watch replied, “Coffee contains caffeine and I’m someone that needs caffeine.”
“Can I try this coffee?” Chica asked, sliding down next to Night Watch.
He looked over. Close up, her eyes gave a blue metallic gleam. It was a beautiful reflection like a pool of water. She opened her mouth and made a sipping motion, duplicating Night Watch. “Like this?” she asked, her wet tongue figeting back and forth. It amazed him of how the robots looked so real. Were they called robots?
Chica grabbed the coffee cup and felt the temperature. “This feels good?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Well, yeah,” Night Watch replied, rubbing lightly on the cup. “You have to really feel it.”
Chica brought both of her hands on the cup, unbeknownst to her that she was clasping Night Watch’s hands. She tried to imagine the pleasure of holding a warm cup. But it was futile. She gave a sigh. “I can’t feel it like you.”
“You and I are different,” Night Watch said, “There’s got to be things I can’t do.”
“What can’t you do?” Chica asked as Freddie poked at the cup of coffee. Bonnie slid in next to her feathery friend.
“I can’t cook at all,” Night Watch said, scratching his head, “I’ve had nightmares with food because of my horrible experiences.”
“It can’t be that bad! Memories are good!” Chica said, leaning into Night Watch’s shoulders. She closed her eyes and smiled. “I’m remembering this comfort. A sense of peace and security.”
Night Watch looked down at her and then the coffee. “I think I get it,” he said.
“Get what?” Freddie asked, “Making us drink coffee?”
“I was just about to say that, but the word ‘what’ wasn’t the right word to start with,” Night Watch replied.
“Come again?” Chica said.
“It seems that you guys feel a connection with something like me, not a stupid cup of coffee,” he said, taking a sip. He felt the bitterness linger in his mouth before a rush of heat overcame him. He gave a sigh. “I think drinking this will help you understand.” He then paused. “It’s alright for you to drink these, right?”
“We can drink other liquids, but father said it wasn’t recommended.”
“So it’s safe,” he said, handing Chica the cup, “Bottoms up!”
Chica put “bottoms” and “up” together and flipped the filled cup of hot coffee. The boiling hot liquid splashed all over her, and onto Night Watch and Bonnie as well. Chica and Bonnie were fine, only sensing that the coffee on them was extremely hot. Night Watch however, had his neurons send a message to his brain. And that message was pain.
Night Watch dipped out and wriggled on the floor. He began to cringe in agony, giving out yells of pain. He quickly stripped off his jacket and shirt, leaving him half-naked and shaking. “T-That surprised me!!” Night Watch exclaimed, feeling a slight burn on his arm. He scurried over to the sink and applied cold water.
“I-I got ‘bottoms up’ wrong?” Chica asked, with a feathered finger to her chin.
“Well-” What Night Watch saw next was her rump high up in the air. Her juicy metal ass made a glare of the light, as if almost blinding Night Watch. He blinked a couple times. “That’s one bright ass you have there,” he said.
“Bottoms up!” she said, shaking her rump back and forth, “This is it, right?”
“Technically yes, but not really,” he replied, rubbing his eyes. He turned the faucet off. He rubbed his wet arm on his body and soon lathered himself in water. His dark even toned body blended in with the darkness around him. He picked up his jacket and shirt and made a face. “Is there some kind of laundry place here?” he asked.
“Not that I recall,” Freddie said, pouring himself a cup of coffee. He made circular motions with his arm to circulate the coffee. “I don’t think we have one.”
“Great,” he said, crossing his arms, “Now I’ll freeze to death.”
“You’ll be warmer with coffee,” Chica said, holding out a sticky cup.
“I think we have to start from square one.”
Author's Note
Wow, it's been a long tomorrow, ain't it?
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Night 2: Coffee and Hugs, Apparently (Part 2)
12:15 A.M
“Can’t you feel the warmth of this?” Night Watch asked Freddie. Night Watch pointed to the cup in the giant bear’s paws. Freddie was unamused with the hot liquid in the cup.
“I feel something, but it’s not what I would call “warmth,” Freddie replied.
Night Watch suddenly shivered on the spot, feeling his fur icing up with the water on him. “W-wow, what’s the temperature in here?” he asked between chattering teeth.
“I don’t know,” Chica said, giving a shrug.
“I-I will freeze to death at this rate!” he exclaimed, feeling the cold shiny metal kitchen get to him. He scrambled out half-naked into the dining hall to look for a source of heat. In the midst of all the darkness, he ran into objects and sadly again, the corner of a table crotch high.
After a wheezing grunt, Bonnie popped her head out of the kitchen. Freddie and Chica began to pass the coffee back and forth, trying to find what Night Watch felt. Night Watch tumbled into a table and flipped it. It came crashing to the ground. The tablecloth smothered him and the weight pressed him in the legs.
Tired and cold, he was unable to move. He resorted to huddling into a ball in the hope to get some heat. Pulling in the tablecloth like a blanket, he continued to shiver. All of the sudden, the table was lifted off of him. Bonnie’s tiny frame lifted it like it was nothing and gently placed it back on the ground.
“Are you okay?” she asked, her eyes illuminating in the dark.
Night Watch stared back. He nodded, his teeth chattering. Bonnie reached out. Night Watch winced at this, expecting a cold barren touch from her metal hand. But what he felt next was surprising. She was hot and warm.
Bonnie took off her hand in watching his reaction. “S-Sorry,” she apologized in a whisper.
“N-No! Not at all, Bonnie! What are you saying sorry for?” Night Watch asked. He softly grasped Bonnie hand and placed it on his left shoulder. He gave a moan of pleasure. “You’re very warm, Bonnie. I love it.”
Bonnie gave a very shy smile. ‘Thank you’, her eyes said. She suddenly spoke. “So… this is the warmth Chica was talking about.”
Night Watch sat up as Bonnie sat down. Her hands moved to both his shoulders. She too closed her eyes and gave a moan. Night Watch gave a smile. Her cute face was right in front of his and could feel air expelling from her mouth. His face turned slightly red, but recollected himself rather quickly.
“I know this sounds funky,” Night Watch said, rustling the tablecloth, “But do you know what a hug is?”
“Hug ?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. She looked away to think, but looked back with a shake of her head.
Night Watch swooped his arms underneath Bonnie’s and embraced her close for a hug. She gave a sudden yell and gripped tightly around Night Watch. The two sat still in silence before Bonnie began to fidget.
While the sensation of Bonnie’s warm body was overwhelming, he couldn’t help but just stare at her. She had just screamed. It was really cute. He gulped. “D-Did you just make that noise?”
Bonnie was silent.
“A-Are you alright?” Night Watch asked, lightly patting her back.
Bonnie snuggled herself in Night Watch’s fur and sighed. “I always feel more than alright with you touching me, Night Watch,” she whispered, “I love this warmth.”
He smiled in response. “Same here, Bonnie. Same here.”
12:18 A.M
Freddie sat facing a corner and was fidgeting. Chica was on her hands and knees, swaying back and forth. Night Watch walked in with worry, obvlious of Bonnie still attached to him.
“F-Freddie? C-Chica?” he asked, walking over to the animatronic bird, “What did you do?”
“Coffee…” Freddie’s hoarse voice whispered. His face was all up in Night Watch’s grill. Night Watch stumbled to the ground to only land in a puddle of spilt coffee.
“Aw, not the pants too!” he exclaimed, jumping up to his hooves.
“Are you putting more interest to your pants than us, the things you’re guarding?” Freddie asked, getting overly emotional, a small coffee-colored tear formed at his eyes, before drizzling down like drizzle.
“No, that’s not the case!” Night Watch replied, getting very defensive, “I just have pants on, that’s all!”
“How so?”
“I’m just in an unfortunate situation that involves my articles of clothing to be gone in this time of the night. It’s cold, it’s really cold, and it’s cold. Did I mention cold?” he asked, feeling his ass freeze with coffee.
“I think I understand,” Freddie said, taking a seat, “I just can’t process well with this coffee.”
“Maybe coffee just makes you a bit dizzy. A little haywire. A little minor haywire-ness.”
“I hope,” Freddie said, wiping the coffee tears away, “I’m feeling this warmth, but it isn’t all huggles and comfort.” He leaned next to Night Watch and gave him a hug. “I just need to be loved,” he whispered.
Freddie’s hulking mass gripped Night Watch tightly. Like as if a stallion was being hugged by a monstrous bear animatronic, Night Watch was like a stallion being hugged by a monstrous bear animatronic.
“Y’know Night Watch, I’m glad you came. Y’know? I’m glad you came to us,” Freddie mumbled, releasing his death grip.
Night Watch splashed again into the pool of coffee, right next to Chica’s face. She turned her head and stared right at him in the eyes. “Ohai, it’s Mr. Security Guy!” she slurred with coffee coming out of her mouth.
Night Watch looked towards the coffee machine with pure horror. The lit-up red, black, and brown color of “Mr. Coffee” lit up the very shiny kitchen. Has Mr. Coffee gone too far?
“I think we should be more than friends,” Chica said, “Right Freddie?”
He nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I vouch for that. What do you say, Night Watch?”
All the stallion could do was point a finger and try to figure out what to say next. Here were crazed robots that could tear him to shreds. He had to calculate his next move. He had to be careful what to do. He had to-
“Let’s play a game,” Freddie said. His eyes widened and smile bared teeth cheek to cheek. “A game.”
12:20 A.M
Author's Note
I think we're done here.*fedora-ing intensifies*
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12:20 A.M
“What game is that?” Night Watch asked nervously, feeling Freddy’s arm tighten him.
“A game,” he whispered.
“Chica, how about you?” Night Watch’s eyes begged to get out of the situation. But she was out cold, falling asleep on his lap. He suddenly remembered Bonnie, but he didn’t know where she was. Unbeknownst to him, the bunny was clinging onto his torso. Night Watch thought that was just Freddie.
“Oh, Chica doesn’t need to play this game,” Freddie said, his speech becoming slurred. “This game just involves me, coffee, and you.”
Before Freddie took another sip, Night Watch quickly swatted it out of the giant paw. “Don’t drink anymore!” Night Watch said, “It’s getting into your head!!”
“My head?” he asked, pointing to himself.
“Yes! It’s just all in your head!!”
The next thing Night Watch knew, Freddie was attempting to take his head off. The head of Freddie came off with a ‘pop’, exposing a pony’s exoskeleton underneath it. A skeletal smile with bright red eyes stared into Night Watch’s soul.
Brown liquid and sparks made the head jitter. Freddie’s head rolled to the ground with a clunk. “It’s all inside here,” Freddie said, rubbing his silver skull.
Night Watch was lost for words. The skeleton looked identical to a pony’s. Its reflection was like the silver color of the kitchen. The demonic eyes peered over. Night Watch winced and closed his eyes. “Now, the game.”
Night Watch whimpered and felt giant hands grab him.
12:30 A.M
“Mr. Nighty, would you like a cup of tea?” Freddie asked with a slur. Night Watch wore a pink dress and a silly little hat, shivering with fright. Freddie’s metal skeleton poured “tea” into a little plastic tea cup.
Night Watch did not speak up. He didn’t want to. “And how about you, Lucky Charms?” Freddie asked towards a headless doll. The three sat at a small kiddie table, located in the back of the restaurant. From the looks of it, it must’ve been a storage closet. Old hunks of metal parts littered around. Night Watch felt something like a bolt or a nut up his butt. He didn’t want to move, but he had somehow sat on something and it had just dawned upon him.
Luck Charms wore a small green shirt and had no pants. Bare tan arms stuck out and limped like a ragdoll. “Oh, more tea, Lucky Charms?” Freddie asked again. He gestured in pouring tea again. He spun towards Night Watch. “Ain’t this fun?” he asked.
Night Watch weakly shivered. The bear’s skeleton spoke, “I’m glad you’re-” Freddie suddenly stopped talking, the color of his eyes fading away. Night Watch jerked away, fluttering the pink dress. Freddie sat on the ground shut down, now empty and void. The stallion held his breath. The darkness was closing around him. Night Watch fumbled for a source a light, but soon bit his bottom lip. He remembered that the Torch was left in the kitchen. He grabbed his pink dress and screamed quietly to himself.
He didn’t even know what had happened even happened. It was just absurd. He was sitting inside a dark storage room, having a tea party with Freddie and Lucky Charms in the middle of the night.
Night Watch curled up in a ball and gave a regretful sigh. “I could be at home, just relaxing and resting. I wonder why I even signed up for this shit.” With that said, he was replied with the black storage room. He did not dare look at Freddie. His skeleton was too pony-like. It had arms and legs, but the head’s structure was oddly similar to a stallion’s.
“H-He’s shut down, right?” Night Watch asked himself, “The coffee must’ve gone into his power source or something.” He continued to ramble on to assure himself that everything was just fine. He took a deep breath and got up.
The curiosity about the skeleton soon got the better of him. With little baby steps, he slid towards the downed metal figure. He could only see the outlines because of the darkness, but getting closer, it had an alien’s touch to it. The metal looked something of another world. Night Watch scratched his head. He briskly touched the metal, his fingers leaving a bit of heat on the shell.
He was unaware that the skeleton had started to shake. Night Watch gave a nervous chuckle. “Oh, everything is just fine. Everything is jus-”
“N-No!! Get away!” Freddie’s voice cried out.
What Night Watch felt next was a blow to the head and the pitch black.
3:01 A.M
“N-Night Watch?” Bonnie’s voice whispered, “Please, wake up.”
Night Watch slowly opened his eyes to see Bonnie’s face staring back. “Wha-What happened?” he asked, rubbing his head.
She smiled. “I’m glad you didn’t die.”
He didn’t know how to respond to that. “Uh. Well. Yeah, I didn’t die,” he replied, giving a thumbs up. “Anyway, do you know what happened?”
“N-No. When I woke up, I found Chica passed out on the floor and Freddie in the back of the bathroom. I just found you here, in the storage room with Lucky Charms.” She held the doll in her arms and hugged it. “I, don’t feel warmth,” she said with disappointment.
“It is just a doll,” Night Watch said, “Besides, the warmth you’re talking about leans more towards the temperature.”
“But… I like the warm temperature,” Bonnie whispered, blushing red in the face. Night Watch could see that she wanted to say something, but just needed a little bit more time. He waited, before she finally spoke. “Can I hug you?” she asked, placing Lucky Charms on the table.
Night Watch blinked, surprised of such a request. “Yeah, of course.” Bonnie giggled like a little girl before thrusting herself onto him. The sheer weight of metal crushed him, making him grunt in pain. A large thwack combined with a crunch was covered by the noise of Bonnie, laughing as she wrapped her arms around Night Watch.
“I love you, Night Watch!” she cheerily exclaimed, digging her face into his chest.
He gave a look of more than just surprised. He was shocked that a shy girl like her was able to say that out loud. But then again, the pain pressing against his abdomen and legs were overwhelming.
“I-I love you too…” he whispered back hoarsely.
4:33 A.M
“That’s funny, I don’t remember anything,” Chica said as Night Watch scrubbed the last of the coffee from the kitchen floor. “Oh, and where’s Freddie?”
“He just disappeared,” Bonnie replied, “Something must have happened that scared him.”
Night Watch froze in his tracks and began to shake. Did Freddie know what had happened last night? Did he know that he had created a tea party up and forced him to wear a pink dress? Night Watch suddenly remembered the pink dress. B-Bonnie didn’t find me with it on, right?
He looked up towards Bonnie, and she looked down on him. “What is it, Night Watch?” she asked.
“Oh. Just nothing.” He threw the rag into the sink and began to wash his hands. A sudden chill made him shiver and cower down. “Wow!! It’s really cold now!!” he yelled, trying to keep warm. “Is there anything I can wear? Anything? I can feel the stain on my ass getting colder and colder.”
In the silence that followed it, a small metal bolt popped from his tush.
“I know something you can wear,” Chica spoke up, breaking the ice that surrounded Night Watch.
5:47 A.M
“Here are the uniforms!” Chica chirped. Her winged hands thrusted a shirt and pants onto his chest. Night Watch could only manage a cough. His right eyeball twitched from the sleep deprivation and what he had witnessed at night. It also horrified him that it took a few hours to search for the clothing. “You look awful,” Chica said with worry. She gave a pat on his head. “Are you sure you can work?”
He nodded. Chica replied with a smile. “Okay! Good! Oh, and I think you should try some coffee,” she suggested, “Father drinks it all the time to keep himself awake.”
The word ‘coffee’ made Night Watch jump, his reaction oblivious by the bird. The stallion got a flash of images that consisted of Freddie, Lucky Charms and coffee. “N-Never again,” he whispered to himself. “I’ll be checking on Freddie and Bonnie!” Chica said before exiting out.
The tea party that he was forced to attend was imbedded in his mind. Freddie was feeling rape-y and Lucky Charms had a smug grin of wanting to cram a watermelon down his throat.
His rational thought and brain’s imagination was overloading, thinking up of even more outrageous events. Night Watch squatted down on the floor, shaking back and forth. “No. No. Nooo…” he repeated raspily.
“Good morning, Night Watch!” Mr. Frazzers said out of the blue, “Ready for the big day?”
“No…”
“Good!”
It was obvious that Mr. Frazzers didn’t hear what he said.
Author's Note
I really didn't wrap this up like I really wanted to. I mean, come on(e), truthfully, you guys just want him to bang them.
The next chapter will feature Night Watch's horrendous workday from his lack of sleep. It should be around the length of the birthday party chapter. Around 3k.
(I have about 1k done already by the way. It just shows how much I love you scrubs.)
Day 3: Great and Powerful
6:58 A.M
Night Watch slipped into the uniform of Freddie Frazzbear and the brown khakis. He snugged in a hat on top of his head. Bags under his eyes were even farther down, looking like a ghost. Standing in front of a mirror in the bathroom, he splashed cold water on his face. The dark color of his coat was starting to get pale.
“I really need to get some sleep,” Night Watch whispered to himself.
He stepped outside of the restroom to only bump into his boss, Mr. Frazzers. “Night Watch!” he exclaimed with worry, “I’m glad you’re here!!” He gave Night Watch an ‘up-down’ look. “Oh, did they show you where the uniforms were?” he asked.
“I promised you sir,” he replied, rubbing his eyes. “And yeah, they did. So, what’s the problem now?”
Mr. Frazzers gave a nervous smile. “Well, it seemed that most of the kitchen staff called in and said that they couldn’t come. Is there anything special today?”
“Not that I recall,” Night Watch said. And then he thought for a moment. “But I do remember some event that involves running and leaves. It has something to do with Princess Twilight and something.”
“Ah, jolly good.” Mr. Frazzers adjusted his glasses before he spoke again. “Night Watch, you might need to work a bit extra hard on this shift.”
Night Watch was silent for just a small moment. “What do you mean by that, Mr. Frazzers?”
“For just today, I only have a regular employee and a new recruit.”
“Aren’t I the new recruit?”
“No, no. The one I recruited begins her work today,” Mr. Frazzers said, “I told her to come here by 7 o’ clock to begin a short training session.”
“Who’s going to train her? The regular employee?”
“Uh, the regular employee is not aware of this. It’s far too late to tell her to come in early. So I’m giving you my trust to train the new recruit.”
“Are you going to be the one training us to-” Night Watch stopped and processed Mr. Frazzer’s words. “Sir, with all due respect; there’s no way in hell I can do that. I’ll look like a complete fool.”
“Aw, no worries there, old sport,” Mr. Frazzers said, playfully slugging him in the arm. “If you’ve eaten frozen dinners all your life, you can do this.”
“With an oven?”
“With an oven.”
“I think I can do it then,” Night Watch said, “I do have my fair share of heating up some cold pies. And besides, as long as the new recruit isn’t a complete ass, everything is going to go well!”
“That’s the spirit!!” Mr. Frazzers said. As soon as he said that, a figure walked through the doors. A light blue unicorn mare walked in the Freddie Frazzbear uniform.
“The Great and Powerful Trixie has arrived!” she exclaimed dramatically. A confetti blast announced her arrival as a huge banner that read ‘Trixie’ popped from nowhere.
7:00 A.M
Night Watch was dumbfounded. “Please don’t leave me with this crazy-” he turned towards Mr. Frazzers, but he was nowhere to be seen.
“You there!” the figure named Trixie demanded, “What is your name?!”
“N-Night Watch.”
“The name is Trixie Lulamoon, the Great and Powerful one!” she said with tremendous energy. Night Watch rubbed his forehead. He took a deep breath and wondered if his decisions in the last few days were worth it.
“Alright Trixie,” Night Watch said, “Follow me to the kitchen. Mr. Frazzers told me to teach you in the pizza making thing.”
“The Great and Powerful Trixie will follow so!”
“Can you not?” Night Watch asked. “Your speech is just making my head hurt.” He felt the sixty hours of being awake starting to get to him.
“Do you have a problem with the Great and Powerful Trixie?”
“Night Watch is getting very annoyed, oh so Great and Powerful Trixie!”
Trixie shut her mouth. Then she uttered two words. “Fine then.” She eyed him as they both walked towards the kitchen. “Okay, I guess the pizzas are here in this giant freezer,” Night Watch said, lazily pointing.
Trixie latched onto the handle and pulled with her weight. A chilling touch triggered Night Watch into deep memories of last night.
“It’s cold,” Trixie said, staring into the icy cavern. She blew her breath, making a small cloud before her. She gave a smile, obvlious of Night Watch shivering. Walking into the freezer, she grabbed frozen pizza pies wrapped in plastic. Night Watch staggered to the side to catch himself. A dim light above barely kept the room lit.
“Oh, this is easy!” Trixie exclaimed, “All Trixie has to do is to bake them!” She pulled a small card from her pocket.
To prepare the pizzas:
Bake the pizzas at 400 degrees F (200 degrees C) for 10 minutes.
When down, slide them into the heat box thing.
Trixie pried the plastic off of the pizza and opened the oven. She slid the cheese pie and cranked the temperature to 800 degrees F. “Ha!” Trixie exclaimed, putting the timer for 5 minutes. “Double it and twice as fast, as they say!”
Night Watch shivered and rubbed his face. “Night Watch, what next?” Trixie asked. “Ugh, coffee,” he muttered. Trixie raised an eyebrow. “You want coffee?” He closed his eyes and drew a deep breath. “No, it’s okay! I’m fine!”
Trixie made a face between a mixture of confusion and worry. That’s when Mr. Frazzers walked in. “Hey gang!” he exclaimed, popping his head in. “I was just informed there was going to be an ice cream party!”
“Ice cream?” Trixie replied cheerfully.
“Exactly! Now, I need you and Night Watch to organize the cartons for the party this afternoon,” Mr. Frazzers said, handing Trixie a small sheet of paper. “The ice cream will be in the freezer with the pizzas, but down on the far right on the ground.”
“Trixie thanks you, Mr. Frazzers!”
“Mr. Frazzers thanks Trixie as well!”
The two giggled while Night Watch recovered from his weird stasis. “Boy, I feel all edgy all of the sudden,” he said, hugging himself.
“Let’s ice cream!!” Trixie exclaimed, grabbing Night Watch’s hand and hauling towards the freezer.
“Wait? What?”
7:10 A.M
The oven dinged, which perked Trixie’s face in a smile. “It’s done!!” she said, pressing her hand in the back of Night Watch’s face deep in chocolate ice cream. Thinking that it was something else, Trixie didn’t realize what she did.
“Argh!! No!! It burns!” Night Watch exclaimed in cold pain. He flailed back deeper into the freezer as Trixie hopped outside to check on the pizza. The sound of a head hitting a frozen solid pipe flew over her head. Humming a silly tune, she opened the door to see a glorious juicy greasy cheese pizza. It wasn't overdone, it wasn’t underdone. It was perfect.
“Perfect!” she said, grabbing oven mitts. Her horn lit up in magic and grabbed the pizza. She threw it into the ‘heat box thing’. It was one of many for the day. She flung the oven mitts off and trotted towards the freezer. She grabbed a pile of pizzas and walked back towards the herd of ovens. Sliding each pizza to each oven in the big kitchen, 10 pizzas were being cooked at once. It would another 5 minutes before the interval.
“Trixie! Trixie!” Night Watch yelled, “Help!!”
“Chocolate is different than Rocky Road, Night Watch,” Trixie said, closing the last oven.
“No!! Ju-Just come here!!”
Trixie walked over to the freezer and tripped over a small wooden doorstop. Walking inside, the hulking metal door slowly began to close.
7:11 A.M
“What’s wrong Night Watch?” Trixie asked, eyeing him lying down on the ground.
“I-It’s so cold,” he whispered, his hand groping the sky. “Is this how it feels like to die?” Trixie rolled her eyes. Night Watch gave a deep breath and sighed. “I feel so numb,” he said.
“That’s because you’re lying down on ice,” Trixie said.
Night Watch blinked and sprang up, his face still covered in chocolate ice cream. “Seeing you lying down there made me feel cold,” she said, starting to shiver, “I-I feel cold.”
“You think you’re cold?” Night Watch exclaimed, pointing to his face, “This ice cream is literally frozen on my face!!”
Trixie seemed unsure what to do. “So, uh, what do you want me to do?” she asked.
“Get the ice cream off of my face,” he said, “I can’t feel my hands. They’re really numb.”
Trixie walked over and laid a hand on his face. “Yeooooooowch!!” he screamed, quivering away from her hand. “You’re really cold!!”
“Gee. Thanks,” Trixie replied glumly, “Now you know how cold I am?”
“Yes! Yes! Just get this ice cream off of my face! Please!!”
Trixie gave a sigh and her horn let up in magic. She gripped around the chocolate ice cream and attempted to pull it off. But it wouldn’t budge. She made a face. She pulled even harder.
“Hey, easy, easy! Get something warm from the kitchen, anything!!” Night Watch said, the chocolate ice cream now part of his face.
She turned around, but was met with the cold door steel door. She reached for the handle. But there was no handle. Trixie began to fidget around. Today was her first day on the job. If she told him the door was locked, it would all be over. Too many times had she been kicked from her previous occupations due to accidents like these.
“I-I’ll get something warm!” Trixie said nervously, trying to open the monstrous door.
“Well, hurry!”
Trixie’s hands gripped around little nuts and bolts and groped for anything she could latch on. But each passing second left Trixie to squirm. They were totally trapped.
“My face is going to rip off Trixie! Quick! Something! Anything!” Night Watch exclaimed, feeling himself burn from the cold.
Trixie trotted over and held her breath. “Well?” Night Watch asked, feeling her presence near him. The ice cream had blocked his vision.
“J-Just stay still…” she whispered, sticking her tongue out. Her warm sticky tongue melted the chocolate ice cream upon impact. Trixie cringed at the cold but still licked on. She moved her head up and down to cover all the area possible with her warm tongue. Quickly, her tongue dried. She retracted it back into her mouth to get more salvia before licking quickly again. Night Watch sat perfectly still, wanting the pain to go away.
Soon, her warm tongue penetrated through the ice cream and hit Night Watch’s dark fur. He snorted at the tingling sensation. “Hey, that tickles!” he said, chuckling, “What are you using anyway?”
“Shh…” she shushed, unable to speak. Her tongue slowly melted each thick layer, rendering Night Watch to be still and calm. Trixie began to get tired leaning in forward. Her weight under her arms began to buckle. She didn’t want any part of her body touching Night Watch and alert him to what she was doing.
7:15 A.M
A small green mare with a pink mane walked into the restaurant. She appeared to be timid and shy. But despite her small frame, she was a strong worker with an iron fist. She wore the Freddie Frazzbear uniform that was tiny. Very tiny. “Ah, good morning Strawberry Kiwi!” Mr. Frazzers greeted, carrying a stack of loose papers.
“Oh, good morning, Mr. Frazzers,” she replied.
“I hope this isn’t on very short notice, but Steelbit, Red Velvet, and Stronghoof aren’t working today.”
Strawberry Kiwi’s eyes widened. “Please don’t tell me that I have to run the kitchen myself…”
“Nope! You don’t have to!” he beamed, sheets of paper scattering like leaflets on the ground. “There will be two new recruits with you!”
Her expression softened. She sighed in relief. “Thank goodness!”
“They’re in the kitchen!” he said, beginning to walk away, dropping a trail of paper.
“Thank you, Mr. Frazzers!” Strawberry Kiwi said. She turned towards deeper into the restaurant. The kitchen was in the back, behind two doors. Hopefully, the two new employees were working. Hopefully, they were-
She stepped into the kitchen to find it vacant. Strawberry Kiwi made a face. “Gee, where are they?” She looked at all the steaming ovens before hearing moans coming from the freezer. Muffled voices perked her ears up. “Hello?” Strawberry Kiwi called out, taking small steps toward the steel door.
Her hand crept toward the handle of the door and opened it. A chilling touch of a stallion and a mare mixed together hit her hard on the face. Strawberry Kiwi watched a blue mare on top leaned over a muscular stallion. She stood for a moment before the blue mare turned around with chocolate ice cream all over her face.
“Oh hey!” Trixie exclaimed, “It opened!”
“What opened?” Night Watch asked with a heavy daze. Trixie stood up and bent over and gripped Night Watch’s legs. She began to drag him out of the freezer while Strawberry Kiwi looked on dumbfounded. When his head finally hit the kitchen floor, Trixie beamed a smile. “That went smoother than expected!”
Strawberry Kiwi tried to find the words. But she just couldn’t do it. “The pizzas should be done by now!” Trixie said, leaving Night Watch at Strawberry Kiwi’s feet. She spotted the ice cream on Night Watch’s face and turned towards Trixie. There was traces of ice cream near her mouth.
“Did you know there’s another place to begin procreating other than the workplace?”
“P-Procreating?” Trixie asked, opening the oven to check on the pizzas.
“Don’t be smart with me!” Strawberry Kiwi growled, “I know that you and your colt friend attempted to have sex in the freezer!”
Trixie’s face turned red. She stared at Night Watch before looking away. “Alright jackass!” Strawberry Kiwi barked, picking Night Watch up from his collar. However, due to her small stature, she did not look threatening.
Night Watch came to, staring into vicious strawberry-sweet eyes. “Oh hi,” Night Watch said, his neck crooked from the malicious fingers of the little mare.
“Don’t you realize what your little act could do?” Strawberry Kiwi exclaimed, shaking him back and forth.
“Uh,” Night Watch said before he was interrupted.
“I had a small incident that involved with some ponies like you two!” Strawberry Kiwi snapped. She crossed her arms and looked away. Puffing her cheeks, she backed away from the disgusting stallion.
“What are you talking about?” Night Watch asked, brushing the ice off his shoulder. “Trixie and I were just stuck in the freezer. There was something about ice cream Mr. Frazzers told us.”
“I don’t believe a word you’re saying!” Strawberry Kiwi said. With a ‘hmph’, she turned her back on him. Night Watch looked towards Trixie for help, but she was nowhere to be seen. He just didn’t know what to say. His head drooped down for a moment and snapped himself back awake. Blinking each time felt like bliss. And he wanted to close his eyes. Forever. Every single time he closed his eyes, it was as if heaven touched his bosom.
It was nice.
It felt good.
He closed both of his eyes. While standing on two hooves, Night Watch immediately collapsed forward on top of Strawberry Kiwi. Underneath the hulking mass of the stallion, she was unable to slip away from his weight. With a loud crash, the small mare was pressed to the floor.
“Ow!! Hey, get off, you!” Strawberry Kiwi barked, trying to push Night Watch off of her. His chest rested on top of her back, whilst his head was cuddling hers. Her face turned red with fury and embarrassment. She grunted and wheezed, but the dead weight squeezed her to the floor. “Get your hunky muscles off of me!” she exclaimed.
Like a child throwing a tantrum, she tried to kick her legs and move her arms. But no avail. Night Watch’s passed out body burdened Strawberry Kiwi’s strength. “Hey, you! Help me!” she cried out to Trixie. But Trixie was nowhere to be found.
7:30 A.M
Strawberry Kiwi stretched her aching back, exiting out of Mr. Frazzers’ office. “Of course he isn’t here. Where else would he be?” she grumbled, walking back into the kitchen. A nervous Trixie trembled when the tiny mare opened the doors. Hastily, she shoved the pizzas inside the ovens. For some reason, Trixie couldn’t look into her eyes.
“Don’t bake any more pizzas,” Strawberry Kiwi said, coldness sitting in her voice, “It’s only morning.”
“Y-Yes!” Trixie replied in fear.
Strawberry Kiwi walked over to the unconscious Night Watch. “Alright asshole, wake up,” she said, pulling his head up by his hair.
“Don’t do that to him!” Trixie said, watching the entire weight on the follicles of his hair.
“I’m guessing you like it when he pulls your hair?” Strawberry Kiwi asked, raising an eyebrow. “Absolutely disgusting.”
“I told you for the last time!!” Trixie suddenly exclaimed. A burning desire inside of her lit a flame. After being shunned from her magic tricks, all Trixie could do was scavenge for jobs. Sadly, for the last twenty-three jobs, she was fired due to her temper. She vowed to not lash out on anyone for the future.
Trixie decided that right now would be an exception.
“I’m not fucking this guy!” Trixie exclaimed, pointing a finger at the face planted black figure. “I’ve been watching you, y’know. You’ve been staring at his butt the entire time!”
Strawberry Kiwi took a step back. “M-Me?!” she exclaimed, scoffing and turning away.
“Face the Great and Powerful Trixie, ungrateful idiot!!” Trixie barked, grabbing the tiny mare’s head. “Trixie is very angry and displeased with your pathetic acts! When I , the Great and Powerful Trixie makes a proclamation, it’s true!”
“Who are you calling ‘idiot’, you cum frosted whore?!” Strawberry Kiwi yelled back, “I know for a fact that you and your coltfriend were ready to make kids for the future!”
“Trixie’s job was to start today! Yet, Trixie is found to be met with a mare, with…” Trixie looked up and down the fuming mare, “short supply .” She placed her hand near her hip and gave a smirk.
Strawberry Kiwi’s eyes started to water. “I-I’m not short,” she whimpered. “I-I’m just…” The mare stumbled away from the fight.
Trixie shut her mouth quickly and found herself stepping over the line. This lesson was learned when it involved saying something very offensive. And then some more.
Night Watch’s eyes twitched in response to the loud noises above him. “Gee, what’s happening?” His eyes watched Strawberry Kiwi bawling like a baby and running away from a flabbergasted Trixie. “Hey, could you fetch me a cup of water?” he asked, rubbing his face.
All Trixie did was point towards Strawberry Kiwi with mouth agape. “Wow, I feel really dizzy,” he murmured. He dusted himself off and stood up slowly. “I don’t know what happened here.”
“Could you go check up on her?” Trixie asked nervously.
Night Watch made a face. “Who?”
Trixie couldn’t find the words to reasses Night Watch in the current situation. She gave a weak smile. “Y-You did something to her,” she lied, nervously giggling.
Night Watch blinked. “What did I do to her?” he asked.
“I-I can’t say. But go check up on her.” Trixie said softly, “I tried to calm her down myself,” she added in slyly.
“I don’t even know her name,” Night Watch said, horrified.
“Her name is Strawberry Kiwi,” Trixie said, pushing Night Watch out of the kitchen, “Quick! Go comfort her!”
“But I-”
Night Watch fell through the doors and tumbled onto the ground. “Just go hug her and say you’re sorry!” Trixie exclaimed, “Just go do it!”
The stallion didn’t know what to do. He scratched his head and could feel his heart full of guilt and shame. What did he do to Strawberry Kiwi? He nervously cracked his knuckles and started his search for her.
7:34 A.M
“Uh, Strawberry Kiwi?” Night Watch called out in the empty restaurant. “You there?” Hopefully, he didn’t do anything bad. Right? “I-I don’t know what I did to you, but I’m sorry,” he said quietly.
After turning into the stage, he found the animatronics staring lifelessly at him. He felt his gut commit suicide. He knew they could move. He knew they could speak. Night Watch looked around before approaching Freddie.
“Hey,” he whispered, “Did you see a mare come by?”
Freddie replied with utter silence. Before Night Watch could say anything, he saw Freddie’s eyes slowly move. They rolled up and inside of his head. Night Watch choked in disgust and was rather appalled. But he soon put two and two together and headed towards the back of the stage.
From there, he saw Strawberry Kiwi rock back and forth. Night Watch wanted to say something. But he didn’t know what to say. She huddled forward and seemed to have a mental breakdown. Maybe it was good for her to vent it out. Night Watch slowly began to tiptoe away before he stubbed his hoof onto a metal slab on the ground. Pain shot up through his body before he heard her voice.
“What do you want?” Strawberry Kiwi asked, with a deep dark, sinister aura.
This wasn’t planned at all for him. Night Watch had not premeditated this predicament. “Uh, are you okay?” he asked weakly, feeling the pain pulsate in his hoof.
She gave a ‘hmph’. “What do you think?!” she exclaimed.
I-I did something to her, didn’t I? Night gulped. “Then, I, I have to apologize, for whatever I did to you.”
Strawberry Kiwi got up, red in the face. She confronted Night Watch, only to be dwarfed by the stallion. “Just stop talking, okay?” she said, wagging a finger at him.
“Hey, take it easy,” Night Watch said, putting both of his hands up. “This is my first day on the job and all.” He gave a weak grin.
“You and your mare friend?” Strawberry Kiwi hissed.
“You mean Trixie?” he asked, “And me?” he said, pointing to himself. He gave a soft cough. It slowly turned into a chuckle. Soon, he bent over and started to cackle like a madman. “W-Where’d you get such an idea?!” he asked, between gasps of laughter.
Strawberry Kiwi blushed and looked away. Her face flushed into embarrassment as Night Watch began to recover. “Y’know, Trixie and I just met today,” Night Watch said, wiping a tear away from his eye. “It’s just that Mr. Frazzers dumped responsibility on me to teach her.”
“On your first day?” Strawberry Kiwi asked.
“On my first day.”
“Anyway, what time does the restaurant open?” Night Watch asked, checking the watch on his wrist. It read 7:36 A.M .
Strawberry Kiwi replied with a cold gaping stare. He couldn’t look at her straight in the eye. “Is it okay if you don’t talk?” she asked.
A moment of silence passed between them.
“W-What?” Night Watch gasped in disbelief.
7:40 A.M
Night Watch stood awkwardly between Trixie and Strawberry Kiwi. His head turned towards both of them. They seemed to avoid eye contact and eluded each other. Only the sound of the kitchen illuminated a presence in the awkward scenario. For Night Watch, thoughts were racing through his mind.
She turned down my apology just like that! Night Watch stared at the floor, holding a ice cream scoop. Was it how I said it? He soon became conscious if it was his voice or how it looked like.
Claps from the kitchen door suddenly burst open. “Okay everyone, I need your attention!” Mr. Frazzers said, motioning his three employees over. The three just stood where they were. “O-Oh, that’s fine.” he said, with no one approaching him.
“Strawberry, you did inform them of the do-hickorys of the kitchen, yes?” he asked.
She replied with the most manliest grunt in existence.
“Fabulous!” Mr. Frazzers said, directing his attention towards Night Watch and Trixie. “Now, I have some good news and bad news!” He waited for them to reply, but got nothing. He continued with charm. “Alright, the good news is, is that your pay will be tripled!” He found three heads jerk in unison towards him. “The bad news? All the waiters and waitresses called in, saying they couldn’t come!” He gave a hearty laugh, unable to see the horror of his three employees. “Now, work out some kind of system to help you all through the day!” Without another word, he left.
“D-Did he just-” Night Watch began.
“Yes. Yes. Yes he did.” Strawberry Kiwi said, taking her hat off.
“T-This is going to be impossible!” Trixie said, crossing her arms. She and Strawberry Kiwi made venomous eye contact. But once they did, the cold war between them dissolved. For the time being.
“Fine. How are we going to do this?” Strawberry Kiwi said, facing away from Night Watch and Trixie.
“I have a proposal,” Night Watch said, “One of us can be the waiter or waitress while we have two in the kitchen. One pony will continue to bake pizzas while the waiter brings them the order. The other pony will be organizing orders for the waiter to grab and serve!”
“Y-Yes. That can work,” Trixie said, “But who’s going to be the waiter?”
“I’ll pass,” Strawberry Kiwi said, snapping her hat back on. “Night Watch, you have the waiter duty.”
“No, you’re missing the point-”
“I want to go back into the freezer.” Trixie said, heading off into the cold abyss.
8:00 A.M
“Freddie, may I have a word?” Night Watch whispered towards the animatronic. He replied with silence. “How many people come here everyday?” He waited for a response.
“A lot,” Freddie whispered, still like a machine and not uttering movement.
“I mean, it can’t be that bad, right?”
“It’s actually not bad,” he replied quietly. “You’ll like it.”
10:00 A.M
Night Watch woke up with a snort. “Don’t sleep on the job, sleepyhead!” Mr. Frazzers said, playfully slugging him in the arm. Night Watch made a groan-like noise and fluttered his eyes. “I can explain!”
“The restaurant is open right now!” Mr. Frazzers said, handing him a notepad and a pen, “now, be sure to be charming and nice!”
“Who eats pizza at ten A.M.?” Night Watch asked himself, watching a family of four walk in. “Oh.”
The young blue stallion looked at his wife. “Are you sure you want to eat something like this? It’s really early!”
“It’s going to be fine! I heard from Jewels that the kids love it here.” the light pink mare said.
Two pairs of little fillies’ eye peered out from behind the father’s legs. They grinned from ear to ear before Night Watch piped up.
“Welcome to Freddie Frazzer’s Pizzeria!” he said with a bright smile, “Table for four?”
“Yes,” the father replied as Night Watch gestured them in. He walked them towards to the nearest table.
“What will it be today?” Night Watch asked, taking out his waiter armaments. He clicked on the end of the pen and waited.
“What’s good here, honey?” the stallion turned to his wife.
“I’ve heard that the cheese pizza is good,” she replied.
“Just one cheese pizza then,” he said as Night Watch scribbled it down.
“Anything to drink?”
“What’s there to drink here?” the husband asked.
“It’s right there on the menu, sir,” Night Watch said, pointing at the piece of paper on the table.
“Oh,” the stallion blushed in embarrassment. The wife giggled and leaned in close.
“You know you’re cute when you blush, right?”
“H-Honey, please! Not here out of all places!”
Night Watch stood silent, watching the couple flirt each other up. He felt a tug at his pants leg. He looked down and saw a pair of big eyes from a little filly. “Mister, where are the animals?”
He turned around towards the stage and pointed at it. “They’re in there right now, sleeping. It was a long day for them and they need their rest.”
“Do you know why we’re here?” the little filly asked before her sister joined her.
“It seemed that your parents came here to have fun!” Night Watch said with a smile. He turned towards the table before he saw the wife dragging her husband to the bathroom by his collar. She had a blushed looked and stuck her tongue out. Before the kids turned to look, Night Watch grabbed the menu to block the view. “Ah, here!! What do you munchkins want to drink?”
“What can we drink?” the other little filly asked.
“Uh…” Night Watch glanced down the list. “Here, a Shirley Temple soda! One of my favorites!”
“We’ll both have that,” the two little fillies said in unison.
Night Watch nervously chuckled. The kids were cute. But what he was nervous about was that the first customers he ever served to were procreating in the bathroom. “I’ll be back soon, okay?”
10:08 A.M
“Just a cheese pizza and two Shirley Temple sodas,” Night Watch said quickly, dashing back out.
“Sweet mercy,” Strawberry Kiwi said, “We already have a few customers?”
However, that wasn’t the case. Night Watch trotted towards the bathroom. They could be doing anything in there. Then he heard a low loud moan from the husband. He jumped back and left the vicinity quickly. Stumbling back into the entrance, he saw Pinkie Pie standing there. Smiling. Menacingly. Sort of.
“Hiya, Nighty Watch!” she chirped.
“P-Pinkie Pie?!” Night Watch exclaimed, “Why are you here?”
She booped him on his nose. “I’m just here with my friends, silly!” With a swift hand, she went deep into her bra and pulled out a card. “And also to drop off a telegram for you!”
“That’s not how telegrams wor-”
The next thing he knew, he was holding the “telegram” between his fingers. He slowly brought it close to his nose and sniffed at it. Mmm. Cotton candy. “Pinkie Pie, what is this place?” a cyan pegasus asked, with hands at her hips. “Are you sure this is the right place?”
Night Watch shoved the card into his pocket and smiled. “Welcome to Freddie Frazzbear’s!” The pegasus mare seemed to be uncomfortable and didn’t pay attention to him at all.
“Why are we at a kid’s restaurant, Pinkie?” she asked, storming after her pink friend. Night Watch’s mind clicked. That mare was Rainbow Dash. He saw her in a magazine somewhere, but he couldn’t remember.
“Ooh, was this the place you were just mentioning? a high-class voice asked, “It’s quite different from my tastes, but I’m in the good for something chipper and something new!” And this was Rarity. Night Watch stepped to the side and rubbed his head.
“Oh my, this is a cute place!” a soft voice spoke. Night Watch found himself staring at Fluttershy. “How do you think Pinkie found this place, Applejack?”
“I don’t know why you’re asking me, sugarcube,” the mare named Applejack said, “All we know is that we were helping Rarity here in Manehatten and now all of the sudden, Pinkie Pie was pipin’ on about this place.” Night Watch didn’t know what to say with the torrent of Pinkie’s friends. “Howdy, partner!” Applejack greeted Night Watch with a wink and the tip of her gallon hat.
“Twilight, are you coming in?” Fluttershy asked, before the princess walked on through.
“Sorry!” she said, looking behind her. “I just had to say hi to the ponies out there.”
No, this couldn’t be Princess Twilight. Night Watch stood there with a pen and pad in hand. Maybe this was all a dream. Maybe he was asleep. Twilight caught Night Watch’s eyes and smiled.
“Hello, my name is Twilight Sparkle!” she grinned, looking up at the tall black stallion.
Night Watch’s mouth couldn’t find the words. He was never in the presence of someone so powerful even acknowledge him. He was thinking up countless scenarios, while oblivious he was void of emotion. Twilight awkwardly smiled, sneaking a peek at her two friends. Applejack and Fluttershy was silent, not wanting to break it down even further.
“Oh, you just want an autograph?” Twilight asked nervously. Her small hands trembled towards Night Watch’s and picked up the pad and pen. With a neat scribble, Twilight let a loose line in the form of her name. “Now, what’s your name?” she asked, looking up at his eyes. She then noticed Night Watch’s name tag and blushed. “Oh… Night Watch.”
‘To: Night Watch’, she scribbled. “There you go!” she said, her face red from embarrassment.
Night Watch knocked himself back to reality and gently received the autograph. “Um, uh, thank you,” he said, before Twilight gave a smile before departing. Fluttershy and Applejack followed after her.
“H-How did I do?” Twilight whispered towards her friends.
Night Watch blinked a few times before staring down at the paper. “Holy shit, I got an autograph!”
10:15 A.M
Night Watch swiftly placed down the cheese pizza and the two sodas in front of the little fillies. “Where’s mommy and daddy?” one of them asked.
“They’re going to be back soon,” Night Watch reassured them, “Here,” he flipped the menu over, “Draw and entertain yourself!” He gave them two pens and kept them busy.
He scurried towards Pinkie Pie’s table before he was nearly tackled. “Night Watch, say hi to my friends!” Pinkie Pie said, wrapping her arm around him. He was quite tall, but somehow, she was floating up high to overtower him.
“H-Hello,” he said nervously.
The five pairs of eyes from quite attractive mares stared at him. Twilight couldn’t look at him straight in the eyes, but the others smiled and greeted him.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Night Watch!” Rarity waved.
“Howdy again!” Applejack winked.
“It’s really good to meet you,” Fluttershy said softly.
“I don’t know why I’m doing here,” Rainbow Dash said, leaning back onto the leather seats.
“Well, uh, with the menu in front of you, why don’t I take your drinks first and leave you all to take time with your order?” Night Watch asked, fumbling for his notepad. He gave a nervous smile and watched eyes snap down to the menu.
“All you have are sodas?” Applejack asked, raising an eyebrow. “Is there anything else other than that?”
“Uh, there’s water,” Night Watch said. “Free water,” he added.
“Alright, sure, why not?” Applejack said, “I’ll just have a water.”
Night Watch scribbled it down. “Okay, how about you guys?” he asked.
10:16 A.M
Night Watch lined up six cups in a row and rubbed his hands. “Sweet mercy of the gods, this is going to look like a fireworks display.” Night Watch dumped ice cubes into each cup before noticing Trixie tiptoe outside. When she did, she backed away and cowered.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Night Watch asked, pouring Applejack’s water.
Trixie gave a fake smile. “Nothing.”
Night Watch sighed. “I know something’s wrong. What is it?”
“Well, out there, there’s um, someone-”
“Ha!!” Night Watch placed a hand on Trixie’s shoulder. “It’s Princess Twilight and her friends! No need to fret over something like that!”
Strawberry Kiwi jerked her head up. “Princess Twilight is here?” she asked.
Night Watched nodded. “Oh, cool,” she replied back nonchalantly, “Tell her I said hi.”
“Why don’t you come along to say hi?” Night Watch asked, turning towards Trixie, “I’ve already made it awkward enough for you!”
“N-Night Watch please. I, Trixie does not need to meet ‘Princess Twilight’.”
“You know damn for sure why you want to go out there,” Night Watch said, filling up all the cups with haste. Quick as lightning, he finished and firmly grabbed Trixie’s wrist. “Come out here with me, I can’t do it alone.”
“No! You don’t get it!” Trixie exclaimed, her efforts futile against his strength. “I can’t-”
Her face flushed with embarrassment upon being displayed in front of the six mares she ridiculed.
“Trixie?!” Twilight exclaimed.
Night Watch pointed at them. “Hey, you know them?”
“T-That’s why I didn’t want to meet them, you imbecile!” Trixie yelled, trying to pry off Night Watch’s fingers off her hand.
He scoffed in reply. “Trixie, please , it’s not as if you made fun of these girls here, established martial law in their town, and made people slaves under the influence of a powerful artifact, right?” He gave hearty laugh before he noticed no one was joining in. He stopped. “Right?”
“That’s actually right on point,” Trixie said weakly, putting a free hand to her face. “T-Trixie has been trying to live an honest life ever since that day.”
“Trixie?” the six of them asked in unison.
“Wait, you work here?” Rainbow Dash asked in disbelief.
“Well, Trixie’s first day here,” she replied sheepishly. Trixie rubbed her arm and looked down at the floor.
“It’s, um, a surprise to see you here, Trixie,” Twilight said. “It’s been a very long time since you showed your face around us.”
“It’s nice to see you turn over a new leaf!” Applejack said, hoping to keep this ‘reunion’ happy and well.
“Yes, very much so,” Fluttershy said, hoping to add heat to the flame.
“Oh, Trixie, I’m glad you’re here to join us!” Pinkie Pie said happily, her arms out as if she was going to hug her.
Trixie just gave a weak smile. She looked around before looking at Night Watch. She mouthed two words. Help me .
“Uh, I’m sorry to break this up, but Trixie and I need to get back to work. We’re a bit understaffed today,” Night Watch said, “I’m also to get your drinks, okay?” Trixie took the opportunity and ran back into the kitchen.
Night Watch began to make his way back until he saw the sweaty couple walking back from the bathrooms.
“How long has it been since the last time we did that?” the wife asked, touching her husband’s face.
“Way too long,” he replied, kissing her on the nose.
Night Watch stood in dismay and disgust and watched the couple walk towards the table where their daughters sat. Like as if it was the gates of Tartarus, stared at the bathroom before walking away. He entered the quiet kitchen. “Someone needs to clean up the bathrooms,” he said, pointing towards the portal of doom.
“You do it,” Trixie and Strawberry Kiwi said at the same time.
“B-But-”
10:16 A.M
After getting Pinkie Pie and her friends their drinks, Night Watch made his way towards the cleaning closet. He grabbed the necessary supplies and shuddered. “Here goes nothing,” he whispered.
10:30 A.M
“Hey, where did Night Watch go?” Mr. Frazzers asked, entering the kitchen, “I have to get him ready for the ice cream palooza.”
“The what?” Trixie asked, sitting down on a wooden chair. “Trixie wants know what this ‘ice cream palooza’.”
“Oh yeah, today is your first day here. Now remember all that ice cream you had to sort?” Mr. Frazzer asked.
Trixie nodded in reply.
“Time to time, we have a giant ice cream party to attract new people to this restaurant,” Mr. Frazzer explained. He rubbed his head. “I just need Night Watch to go into the Freddie costume.”
Trixie giggled. “Did you tell him he was going to wear a suit?”
“Well, not really,” Mr. Frazzers said, now scratching his head. “He’s been really good with getting things done.”
“Trixie believes Night Watch will be more than happy to help.” Trixie smiled.
“Okay, there’s only two kids right now,” Strawberry Kiwi said, walking through the kitchen doors, “they’re loving the band right now. But have you seen their parents?”
Mr. Frazzers shook his head. Trixie spoke up, “Trixie thinks Night Watch knows where they are. He served them, didn’t he?”
“They will be safe here anyway,” Mr. Frazzers smiled.
“Okay then,” Strawberry Kiwi said, getting herself a cup of soda. “Also, how is Princess Twilight enjoying her pizza?”
“P-Princess Twilight is here?” Mr. Frazzers exclaimed.
“Well, yeah,” Strawberry Kiwi said, bringing up a cup to her lips. “Didn’t you see her on the way in?”
The kitchen doors bursted open and a weird stench took over. Night Watch in a protective suit emerged and collapsed onto a knee.
“Where’d you get that HATMS?” Mr. Frazzer asked, pointing at the downed crusader.
“I had to clean the fucking bathroom. It was like the pits of Tartarus I tell ya’.” Night Watch looked up. “HATMS?”
“ ‘Hazardous And Toxic Material Suit’,” he replied, “We have it in case something happens.”
“Something did happen,” Night Watch said, struggling to get up.
“Please, Night Watch! Unless you had to clean up a room full of semen, the HATMS is a chore to clean!” Mr. Frazzers chortled.
Night Watch paused. “Well, actually-”
“Ice cream palooza?” Trixie chimed in with a grin.
“Yes! Of course!” Mr. Frazzers said, fixing his glasses. “Night Watch, I trust you very much. Even though you were employed today.”
“I was actually employed yesterd-”
“That’s why I will trust you with the event coming up.”
“Pardon?”
The only sound heard was Strawberry Kiwi getting soda from the fountain over and over. “We have Shirley Temple?” she asked.
“It’s something to do with ice cream!” Mr. Frazzers said, “Now, with the room you changed in, there’s a new set of clothes for you to go into!”
“But-”
“Hop to it!”
10:36 A.M
“Princess Twilight, it is an honor to meet you,” Mr. Frazzers said, bowing down low.
“It’s also very nice to meet you too, Mr. Frazzers. This is a very nice restaurant you have here.”
“Why yes, I’ve recently started it.” He got up. “Now, how do you like the food here?”
“The food is a bit too greasy for me,” Rarity chimed in, poking a mound of cheese with a fork. “The cheese is like a pile of mush loaded with grease from butter. Even when I take it off, the sauce is bland and the bread takes like cardboard paper. What’s this called anyway?”
“Er, pizza.” Mr. Frazzers replied with a nervous grin, “T-This, you know this is a pizza restaurant for little fillies and colts, don’t you Miss? They love this kind of food!”
“They do?”
“I-It’s the equivalent of hayburgers and hay fries, Miss,” Mr. Frazzers said with a weak smile.
“I myself, love the food,” Twilight said, giving a small glare at Rarity. “You must make these from scratch.”
“Y-Yes. Of course we do!” Mr. Frazzers said, “We take pride in fresh and natural ingredients!”
Rarity took a small nibble and winced. “Takes like frozen to me.”
“I assure you Miss, that the food here is at utmost the highest quality a kid’s restaurant can buy,” Mr. Frazzers assured. “Besides, you do like ice cream yourself, don’t you?”
“That depends,” Rarity replied, “What kind of ice cream?”
“Oh, all kinds!” he said with certainty. “We’re going to have a huge event in the next few minutes!”
“What kind of event will this be?” Twilight asked with curiosity.
“An event planned with fun, making up stuff on the way, and throwing stuff!” Mr. Frazzers said, “Everyone loves it. Even me!”
“Are you using my idea, Mr. Brazzers?” Pinkie Pie asked excitedly.
“Why, yes, Pinkie!” Mr. Frazzers said, “It’s been attracting a lot of customers!” He rubbed his hands. “Oh, I’m so excited! Now, excuse me, I have to get it ready.”
10:37 A.M
“Why am I wearing this, Mr. Frazzers?” Night Watch asked, his voice full of panic.
“You’re helping me out a ton by doing this, dear Night Watch!” Mr. Frazzers replied, patting his fur suit back. “Now, be sure to run like hell!”
“W-Why?”
“You’re going to run the ice cream gauntlet,” he replied with a smile. “Just stay strong and end with a high note!”
“But, I-”
“Now go get ‘em!” Mr. Frazzers said, shoving him in the back.
“Wait, ahhh!!!”
6:00 P.M
Covered head to hoof in ice cream, Night Watch stumbled into Mr. Frazzers’ office.
“A-Am I done, Mr. Frazzers?” he asked, his voice wavering with pain.
“Ah, Night Watch, glad to see you here!” Mr. Frazzers said, getting up from his deck. He came up to him and began to pat his ice cream covered back. “I’m just here to say that you did an excellent job with the ice cream palooza!”
“I’m going to have nightmares about this. Don’t you know how terrifying it is to run through a shallow course with ice cream pelted at you?” Night Watch asked, shuddering from the dark memories.
“Also, don’t forget your night shift tonight.” Mr. Frazzers beamed a smile. “You’ve helped a ton. Trixie and Kiwi had to go overload overtime!” He laughed, not noticing a spirit leave Night Watch’s mouth. “Oh, I almost forgot!” he said. “You can sleep in the back. There’s a plushy bed there just for you!”
“Th-Thanks, Mr. Frazzer!”
“You’ve earned it, sport,” Mr. Frazzers said proudly. “Also, take your shirt off when you sleep. Don’t want to stain the bed, y’know!”
“Of course, Mr. Frazzer!”
Night Watch scurried into the back room and sighed. Today had been a long day. He closed the door behind him and rubbed his face. Before he could even reach the bed, he dropped onto the ground and fell to the hard floor with a thud.
Night 3: Just Another Night (Part 1)
12:00 A.M
Night deeply breathed, his body slowly rising up and down with each breath. In darkness of the room comforted him like a veil. Melted ice cream soaked his clothes, leaving a crusty dry mark behind. He continued to snore, his face planted on top of the dirty floor.
Unbeknownst to him, Chica and Bonnie watched him sleep. “What do you think he’s dreaming of?” Chica asked. A few seconds of silence passed. Bonnie wasn’t sure if that was just a rhetorical question and kept quiet.
Minutes passed, letting a little quiet analog tick on in the silent room. “How do you think sleep feels like?” Chica asked. Again, Bonnie kept quiet. Another few minutes passed again.
12:10 A.M
Chica and Bonnie studied his peaceful sleeping face. His mouth was open and his eyes were relaxed. This time, Bonnie was the one to talk. “Do you think we were ever like them?” she asked softly.
“Us?” Like them?” Chica replied back. She squinted her eyes and raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think so. Why do you ask?”
“I’m just asking, that’s all,” Bonnie said, bringing her knees close to her chest. Her face turned red. “I just… feel happy when I’m with him.” Chica smiled and replied that with a nod. “I don’t feel happy when I’m up on that stage.” Bonnie stared at her metallic mechanical hands. They pulsed softly with light before dimming down. “I don’t feel like myself when I play.”
“Shouldn’t we be happy that it helps father when we play?” Chica said. “After all, we have to play so we can least stay in the city like this. He said that this is the best place to stay for all five of us.”
Bonnie nodded her head and scootched closer to Chica. Chica took notice of this and moved closer as well. “Even though I’m a bunny and you’re a bird, we’re still sisters, right?”
“Hey, we’re both made of metal and father created us. Of course we are.”
“Huh? Who’s talking?” Night Watch groaned, raising his head.
Chica bawked like a chicken before smashing the back of his cranium.
12:56 A.M
Bonnie and Chica sat on the stage in awkward silence before the bird spoke up. “Don’t tell anyone what happened, okay?” she pleaded softly. Bonnie slowly nodded, but Freddie’s voice spoke up behind them. “About what?” he asked, his face suddenly appearing next to theirs.
Chica began to profusely sweat. “Oh, nothing at all!” she bumbled, waving her feathered wings in front of her. Freddie sighed. “Chica, I know you like to mess around in the bathroom, but that’ll make more work for Night Watch.” He made a puzzled face. “Wait, is he our security guard and the janitor?” He scratched his head and forgot about Chica’s situation. “He also worked in the kitchen. That’s about three jobs.” Freddie stroked his chin. “Wow, Night Watch is pretty strong in wanting to work all of that.”
In relief that Freddie had lost his train of thought, the three sat in the darkness. “Now that I think about it, where’s Night Watch anyway?” he suddenly asked. “Do you think he’s in the security room?”
12:57 A.M
Night Watch groaned and slowly opened his eyes. A small cockroach chittered next to his face. “Oh, hello, Mr. Cockroach,” he mumbled tiredly. Night Watch gave a small yawn before it dawned upon him that something like a cockroach was next to his face.
“Whooooaaaahaaaahh!” Night Watch screamed at the top of his lungs. He got up on his feet and tripped backwards onto the bed behind him. His heart thumped in his chest, sweat squeezed out of his pores, his muscles twitched in anticipation. He gave a loud sigh and sat down on the bed. “Oh, it was only a cockroach…”
He gave a few weak chuckles and tried to calm himself down. Due to his semi-poor living conditions, Night Watch could stomach looking at cockroaches. But never did he expect a pest that close to his face. He read that they would crawl on sleeping ponies and suck moisture from tear ducts to quench themselves. He shuddered at the thought.
But what time was it? Night Watch shifted his eyes around the room. The clocked ticked towards 12:58 A.M. “Wow, the night’s just about to start,” Night Watch said. He gave a tired yawn, his body still feeling the repercussions of the days prior. Even though he was startled awake, his body steadily gave in to the slow decline of energy. He laid down on the bed. “Hmm…” he snuggled on the comfortable cool blankets and rubbed his face on the pillow.
At that moment, the door became splinters. With a large crack, Freddie barged, ravaging the door itself and the walls around it. “I heard a girlish scream. Who was that, Night Watch?” He squinted, looking for anyone except Night Watch. Night Watch on the other hand was covered in bits of wood and had a doorknob ricochet onto his head. He lifted a finger up to say something, but his mouth refused.
Chica and Bonnie appeared from behind Freddie, wondering why he was suddenly on the bed. They both eyed the hole in the ground that resembled Night Watch’s skull and a small cockroach that was impaled by shards of splinters.
“I-I just need sleep,” Night Watch croaked before passing out. A few ‘Z’s appeared above his head before his hand went down.
“Let’s let him sleep,” Freddie said, nonchalant of destroying an entire doorway. He turned around and paused. “Wait, that scream. Could it be a ghost?” Chica turned white.
“Ghost? What do you mean ghosts?!”
Bonnie gave a soft ‘shh’, as they were still at the doorway of the office. Chica started to behave wildly. Freddie gave a small chuckle, leaving her to freak out. “Oh, you know, the ghost that haunts this place.”
“What? Father never said anything about a ghost!” Chica screeched.
“He said plenty of them to me,” he said, piling more onto the tale. “Besides, you know what time the ghost comes out?”
There was silence.
“One o’clock.”
The clock ticked onto one ‘clock A.M.
