Chapters Five Nights At Pinkie's: The Tetralogy
Author's Note
Sorry about the lame chapter. More theories and stuff coming in the next one, hopefully! Also Phone Guy's name will never be mentioned. Se is a random person err pony!
Night One
Three fillies were lured into the back room of family-friendly café, ‘Pink Amenia’s Café’ during late hours and murdered on July 15th. The surveillance cameras have identified the murderer and was tracked down and arrested. However, the bodies of the children were never found.
Police believe the pony had dressed as a mascot of Pink Amenia’s Café and earned the filly’s trust.
The sounds of rain slowly pattered on rocks right outside a small café. Movement came from the front door and employees walked out, their uniforms hiding for shelter under their jackets. My blue coat stood on end, for I had no jacket and the manager said my uniform was inside hanging in my office.
The key jingled in my mouth as I walked inside the café and I saw three pony animatronics standing on the stage. Twilight the alicorn, Fluttershy the Pegasus, and Pinkie the earth pony stood, all smiling at the wall. I trotted pass a curtain that had an ‘Out of Order’ sign in front of it. I quickly galloped through the west hallway. The animatronics stood still, but I still felt as if they would come alive like they did when I was younger.
I stood in front of a small chair, and saw a tablet in front of me. On it a note said, “Use hooves/feathers/magic to go from camera to camera.” I picked it up, and it started to flick on. I saw a small map at the bottom, and realized I was in camera 1A. Twilight, Pinkie, and Fluttershy were standing on their little stage, all still smiling off into the distance. I took my feathers and flicked to the next one, 1B. I jumped when the phone started to ring. I let it go until it came on and I heard a voice.
“Hello?” it asked, and it cleared its throat. ‘It’ was obviously a ‘she’ by the voice, but it was still fuzzy, so I was not very certain. “Uh, hi, I just wanted to record a message for you so you can get through your first night.” I kept flicking through the cameras, and looked at the clock. Still twelve o’clock. I could tell right then and there it was going to be a long night. “So, I actually worked in that office before you, as a matter o’ fact. I’m finishing up my first night tonight actually.
As she talked I kept flicking through cameras. The animatronics were still staring, the curtain was still closed, and I was still bored. I click the light on the left side of me, showing the muddy prints I would have to clean when I was done. I sighed and turned it off, soon turning to the other one to click it on. There was of course nothing there, so I turned it off.
“So, as I said, uh, I wanted to record a message for you to get past your first night. Uh, first I have to read this introductory; it’s kind of a legal thing. Uh, ‘Welcome to Pink Amenia’s Café, a restaurant where magic is alive everywhere you go. This is a filly and family restaurant, for any age and any pony. Ameniapie Entertainment is not responsible to any damage to body or property.” I froze as he said that and looked at the phone.
“What?” I said to myself, and kept listening. I put the tablet down and heard her voice go on.
She started to cough, but soon went on with her message. “So, apparently, the animatronic ponies, uh, don’t see you as a . . . living pony. They see you as an endoskeleton outside its animatronic suit. Since that’s against the rules here at Pink Amenia’s Café, uh, they’re going to try to stuff you forcefully into a Pink Amenapie’s suit. They wouldn’t be so bad if it didn’t have crossbeams and wires, especially around the facial area. You could see how that could cause discomfort . . . a-and death. ” My heart stopped and I stared at the door. I clicked on the light, and turned it off when I saw only the flickering light-bulb on the ceiling. “Now I know that sounds bad, but maybe they won’t come. D-don’t count on it, though. The animatronics used to be able to move around. Then there was the ‘Buck of 87’. It’s amazing that a filly can live after such a forceful kick.” She paused, but quickly went on. “Especially with all that brain damage . . .”
I checked the cameras, and stared in horror when I saw that Twilight was gone. I flicked to camera 1B and I saw her standing there, smiling at the hall-way next to the curtains. “Now, remember, these animatronics hold many fillies and mare’s hearts, and they’re very . . . kind, I guess. Um, yeah, if they do find you though, just, umm, just stay calm, okay?” I looked through the cameras, and saw Twilight still standing, staring at the hallway. “Alright, well . . . oh, umm check the lights in the halls. They stand there, and remember to close the doors unless absolutely necessary. Gotta conserve power, you know. Alright, uh, good night.”
I hear the phone click, and I sigh. I look at the clock, seeing two fifty a.m. sitting on it. I flick up the tablet, and start to look through the cameras. I see Pinkie and Fluttershy sitting on the stage, but Twilight was no where to be found. I put down the tablet, and turn to the door. I shakily push my hoof towards the light switch and it clicks on. My eyes shrink when I see Twilight staring at me through the door. She smiled and I quickly pressed the door button. I heard it fall to the floor, and I breathed hard as I clicked the table up again.
Fluttershy and Pinkie stood on the stage, but when I turned to Rainbow’s Cove, I saw a magenta eye peeking out at the camera. I stepped back and turned to the light button on my left. I clicked it and saw the shadow of Twilight on the wall.
I turn back to the tablet, still flicking through cameras until I got to the bathroom. Fluttershy stood there, staring out and I sighed. I suddenly saw the camera black-out and I set it down. When I picked it up, Fluttershy was gone. I checked both lights, and opened the door after seeing that Twilight was gone. I turned on the tablet and saw Fluttershy right outside my door, staring at the camera. She smiled maliciously, and I put it down again. The clock luckily said four o’clock. Two more hours, I said to myself. I kept flicking through cameras, and saw Pinkie staring at me.
The clock read five-o-three. I started to gently close my eyes when I started to hear a small laughter from outside the door. I pressed the light button and saw Fluttershy staring at me through the window. I punched my hoof onto the door button. It slammed down and I turned out the light. I started to shake, and closed my eyes once more. When I opened them, I saw that Fluttershy was gone, and I started to flick through cameras once more.
The magenta eye that was in Rainbow’s Cove still stayed there, staring at the camera. I shivered and flicked to the backstage room, seeing Twilight staring at the camera. Her eyes burned into my pelt, so I quickly set down the tablet.
I looked at the clock, then at my power, it was still at twenty percent. The time was five fifty-three. I was going to leave in seven minutes. I took off my hat, showing my blonde hair that was colored with rainbow tips, and I set it on the hook behind me. I looked at the power again and saw it was at thirteen percent. I turned to the clock, seeing five fifty-eight.
I stood still until the clock slowly turned to six o’clock and I saw light starting to leak into the room beside me. I sighed, and walked outside, seeing Twilight, Pinkie, Fluttershy once again staring at the wall, and the magenta eye gone behind the curtain.
Five Nights At Pinkie's: The Tetralogy
Five fillies are now missing after the Pink Amenia’s Cafe incident. The mare that killed the children was charged and arrested.
However, the bodies of the fillies were never found.
Pink Amenia’s has been fighting an uphill battle for families to come back to the restaurant.
I yawned, and started to walk closer to the God-forbidden place. I stared at the sign at the top of the café and shivered. My second day on the job and I was already having nightmares about it in the morning. My shaky hooves kept walking forward. I had my keys in my mouth, and snow slowly started to fall. I almost fell asleep on my hooves when I reached the door, but quickly got up and placed the keys into the hole. I yawned again, and started to make my way towards the west hallway. Then I whipped my head around after hearing a small click. I saw Pinkie still staring at the wall, but slightly askew. I shrugged and started to trot towards the office.
I passed the curtain and heard a slight groan from behind me. I was about to reach my hoof towards the curtain when it stopped. I jumped back and started to gallop faster towards the door. I ran in and was about to close it when I realized I had to conserve power. I walked towards the tablet, and clicked it up. I stared at the ponies for a while, and then I heard the phone ring again. “Hello?” the mare asked, and I picked up the camera again. “Uh, I see you made it through your first night, uh, congrats! I-I’ll try not to talk as long this time since the ponies get more active as the week . . . progresses.”
I set the camera down to hear what she was saying. “Um, interestingly enough, Pinkie doesn’t really come off stage. I heard she likes the dark, so that’s one reason you shouldn't run out of power, heh.” I picked up the camera once more, and saw a blank space where Twilight once was. I started to flick through cameras and when my wing was about to touch camera five, I pulled it back. “Also, if you cannot find one of the animatronics, then check the door light. T-they have blind-spots and they’re, uh, right next to your door. That wouldn’t be a danger, though, I’m not implying that. You may only have a few seconds to react. Oh, um, also, you might also want to check on the curtain in Rainbow’s Cove from time to time. The animatronic in there seems . . . unique. She doesn’t like to be watched I guess.” I put the tablet down and started listening again. “I-I left a flashlight in that top drawer on your left; if you want to, uh, wander, then you can. J-just get back to the office if your power runs out. Anyway, goodnight.”
I pulled open the drawer and picked up the flashlight. I turned it to the door, but it was still too faint to see through it. I put on my hat and started to walk outside the door. I shook a little as I flicked the light on once more, and stepped my hoof onto the cold floor. The carpet turned to tiles and I started to trot on it, the noise echoing through the restaurant. I pulled my flashlight along the curtain, and heard a small rustle. I turned around quickly, and started to walk towards the other animatronics. I kept my distance, but I still stared for a while. I quickly left and started to walk back to the office. I sat down and placed my hat on the table in front of me. I sighed, and started to whistle a tune. I stopped and closed my eyes. After a few seconds, my eyes shot open.
I turned to the door and clicked the light on with my hoof. I gave a sigh of relief and I turned to flick on the other one. I saw Fluttershy standing there, staring into my office through the window. I closed the door, and pulled up the camera and started looking for the animatronics that were off the stage. Pinkie, however, stood on her stage still smiling. I muttered something under my breath and started to search again. I suddenly heard music coming from outside the door on my left. It was far away and faint so I figured that it was nowhere near my office. I started to whistle the small tune again and I pulled up the tablet again.
Pinkie stared at the security camera her eyes dark and what looked like blood surrounded her eyes. I set it down once more and picked up the flashlight. After making sure Fluttershy was gone, I walked outside of the right door, and I looked at the papers that covered the wall. I pulled one aside and I quickly read it. ”Just last night, one animatronic Pink Amenia’s Café had kicked a filly forcefully in the facial area. The animatronic was taken apart later on, and the filly lived on after at least a year-and-a-half in the hospital. Now the Pink Amenia’s Café is shut down, hopefully to be opened in later years.”
I shivered as memories of that day flooded into my mind. I then heard the alarm in my office ring and I turned around to put the flashlight away. I then walked out with my hat lightly sitting on my head. The snow had stopped, and my hooves nearly froze to the ground as I walked outside.
Author's Note
Sorry about the crappy chapter, but I was bored. And yes I do believe Mike was the victim of the Bite of 87. However I don't believe it was Foxy. More stuff and theories coming soon! Also, I got a comment that said that it looks like Dashie died. She did not. Dashie's fine, adn don't worry, she will be for a long while. Well, I wouldn't say fine . . . she's pretty fucked up.
Five Nights At Pinkie's: The Tetralogy
Sadly the loved Pink Amenia’s Café has been threatened to be shut down by the health department over reports of foul odor coming from the much loved animatronic characters.
Police were contacted when parents reportedly noticed what appeared to be blood and mucus around the eyes of the much-loved ponies. One parent described them as “reanimated carcasses.”
I, well I’m just gonna stop right there. I’ve heard the stories of all the ponies that worked at Pink Amenia’s Café and I’ve asked many ponies what’s happened to them. Even though I didn’t get any sleep today, I still got information. Most of them were about my little accident, and some about ponies that had died in there. The mare on the phone said that they were just rumors, but some said that they would usually die the second night they got there. So why didn’t that happen to me? Could I just be lucky or could there be something else?
Anyway, I, as always, trotted up to the café. Quicker than usual, but still tired and shaky from the night before; I unlocked the door and walked inside. I walked towards the office when I heard whispering behind me. I know, I know, I usually say I hear things, then I turn around and all I see are Pinkie and the others staring at the wall as usual, but this time the noises got louder. When I turned I saw all three animatronics staring at me, their eyes looking blood covered. I shivered and began to run towards the office again. When I go there I heard the phone ring. It was only twelve-o-one, and I was considered late. However I’m not sure my boss would find out anytime soon.
I listened to the phone ring and I finally heard it click. The voice of the mare was fuzzy as usual, but she was still talking as calmly as she usually did. “Hello, hello? Hi, you’re doing great. M-most ponies don’t last this long. I mean they moved on to other jobs. I-I’m not implying they died. Th-that’s not what I meant. Uh, anyway, I shouldn’t, err, won’t take up too much time tonight. Things start getting real tonight.”
I picked up the camera and I looked at the show stage. It was harder to see, much darker than it was the night before. Then again, I was up all day asking ponies if they knew what happened to the ones that worked here a while ago.
I nearly fell asleep when I started to hear things in the kitchen. It was the worst sound you could hear. I put the tablet on the table and pulled out my flashlight. I didn’t want to live tonight. I wanted to die. I know that’s super depressing, but I have a fucked up life.
I hear more noises from the kitchen, so I keep my flashlight out. My eyes start to close once more, but I hurriedly pull them open. I turned to the door and pushed on the light button. I sigh when I see no pony there, and I know no one’s on my right. Yet I could tell Fluttershy was in the kitchen because she was no where to be found, and the kitchen camera was disabled as usual. Well, I wouldn’t say disabled. I could still hear the damned noises that came from the place, though they were faint and light, so I didn’t dare think of them.
It was finally one a.m., and I was still tired out of my mind. Though I loved coffee, it wasn’t working. I kept closing my eyes and hallucinating, seeing Twilight’s and Pinkies face, then seeing, it’s me, in front of me. I felt as if I could touch it but I couldn’t. I sighed as I started to flick through the cameras again. Twilight was gone, and Fluttershy was obviously in the kitchen, but Pinkie still stood there, her little microphone in hoof, and her bow tie locked around her neck. Her eyes were red, and I saw her twitching in the spot. My drowsy eyes were about to be pulled down when I heard a click to my left. I turned on the light, and I quickly closed it when I saw Twilight.
I looked at the time, two a.m. already. I looked at the power, 83 percent. I wasn’t using a lot of power. I looked at my usage and saw it at four bars. I sighed and felt a tear stream down my face. I wiped it off quickly and shut the tablet off. I heard noises outside the door, and turned on the light. I saw Twilight still standing there, her shadow faint and fuzzy.
I’ve been complaining this whole chapter, haven’t I? I need to stop that. You all know my eyesight was bad, and I was tired because I didn’t get any sleep in the past thirty-eight hours, I’m crazy and I was counting, but I’m gonna try to stop complaining now. The strangest part of that night was when I saw the poster of Pinkie change to a pony with no eyes, only two white dots, and a blonde mane. I put down the camera, and I saw the exact same pony, slumped over and looking dead. I didn’t know if I was hallucinating or I was insane or if it was here to kill me, but I quickly pulled up my camera and it disappeared.
“It wasn’t real,” I repeated to myself over and over. My wing finally started to go numb as I kept flicking through the cameras, and I saw four a.m. at the bottom of the tablet screen. I sighed, and kept flicking through them. Pinkie stared at me, and the… thing in Rainbow’s Cove stared through the curtain. I stared in anger, and was about to throw the tablet across the room, but stopped myself.
I cried more. I’ll just skip through that actually. It was five a.m. and I had two percent left. “Just kill me Pinkie!” I yelled, but no answer came. What am I talking about; why would any of the animatronics answer? I saw the percentage go down to one, and to speed up the process, I closed both doors.
I remembered when I was younger and I went to the café for the first time. I was so young and stupid. I fucked up my life that day. I snapped back to reality, and saw Pinkie’s eyes at the door. I smiled faintly, but saw the time, five fifty-nine. “Damn it,” I said to myself. “I’m gonna live.”
Pinkie’s tune stopped, and I heard the alarm of the clock go off. Then I saw Pinkie’s light go out and footsteps walked back towards the stage. I didn’t bother to leave the office. I laid in it and cried myself to sleep there.
Author's Note
I was so tired, so i made up that excuse and said Dashie was tired. Yes, since I am Dashie, she is supposed to be typing this
Five Nights At Pinkie's: The Tetralogy
After a long time of struggle and tragedy, Pink Amenia’s Café will be closing by years end.
Despite a year-long search for a buyer, the other owners in Equestria didn’t seem to want to buy the . . . tragic place.
“These characters will live on. In the hearts of fillies, these characters will live on.” –CEO
Finally rested nicely and alert for anything, I walked to the café in front of me. I walked inside, and kept my head facing the hallway in front of me. I heard moans and whispers behind me, but figured it was just my messed up mind tricking me, or it was just my imagination. I walked into the office, my legs numb from walking in the snow, and my uniform on from the night before. I slept in my uniform. Don’t judge me, I was tired.
I put on my hat and looked at the tablet for a few seconds before clicking it on. The flashlight was in my belt-buckle in case I needed it, and I thought I was ready for anything: Fluttershy, Twilight, Rainbow Dash, or Pinkie. But I wasn’t ready for what came next.
The phone rang as usual, at twelve-o-one, and the mare talking on the phone started to talk, her voice shaky. I heard a banging noise at the door, and almost thought Twilight was at my door, punching her hoof on the glass to scare me, but it was the phone. “Uh, hey, night four, I knew you could do it.” She sounded as if she was going to cry, but she kept going as if nothing were to happen. “Uh, hey listen, you know in the backstage, they have all the . . . empty heads. C-could you check those?” More banging noises came from the phone, and I could tell she was shaking from how she sounded. “I-I-I always wondered what was in those empty head.” She stopped for a couple of moments and the tune from Pinkie started to play. “You know . . . oh no.” All I could hear next was a loud scream and static.
I placed the tablet on the table carefully, and I turned to the door to my left. It was only twelve o’clock, but better safe than sorry. I never lived by that phrase did I? Anyway, I clicked the light on and saw nothing so I popped the camera back up. I stared at the animatronics on the stage for a while, and then flicked to Rainbow’s Cove. I breathed heavily, but I kept going back and forth between cameras. After about three minutes of flicking through lights, I pulled out the flashlight from my belt-buckle, and I flicked it on. Keeping it tightly in between my teeth, I walked outside. I spread my wings, but didn’t dare go into the air.
I started to walk around the café when I heard moaning surrounding my ears. Whining then replaced it, and I quickly walked to the wall next to the bathroom. I kept quiet as I passed the bathroom; though I saw Fluttershy on the stage she could see me from the light there. I walked towards where I knew the kitchen was, and was about to look when I heard another whining noise from behind me. My ears turned around and I heard it growing louder. I quickly turned towards my office, and I ran. I walked inside, breathing heavily from running, but quickly shaking myself.
I pulled up the tablet, and I started to click on the separate cameras. My eyes were sadly alert, and the power wasn’t draining very much. My twitchy wing was clicking on every camera it could, and as soon as I saw Twilight was gone, and breathed in, turned to the light switch and started to flick it on. Then I turned to the other one, and clicked it. I saw nothing but the flickering light, and I sighed. I pulled the tablet back to my face, and I started to look at the cameras. Fluttershy was in the bathroom, and Twilight was in the room with all the . . . empty heads. I shuddered, and turned to the clock. It was three a.m. I sighed with relief and looked at the show stage.
My eyes shrunk with horror when I saw Pinkie not in her little spot on the stage. My wings soon ached, and I had to result on using my hoof and nose. After a long while of looking through the cameras, I started to hear noises. My ears twitched back and forth, and I finally heard it from the door next to me. Twilight’s violet eyes were peeking through the door, a glowing smile soon formed beneath them. I hesitated for a second, but then pushed the door down. Whining came through the door, and I eventually lay my ears on my head.
I sat quietly in the little chair behind me, and I pulled my hat off. I set it on the table in front of me and looked at the time. Still three a.m. and the percentage was at seventy percent. How you may ask? Well, don’t ask me, I’m just a security guard. My eyes were soon getting heavy, and they started to close now and then, but I kept them wide open when I was on the cameras. I stared at Twilight who was now right next to my door. She was gone though, so I put the tablet down and walked over to the door button. I heard hoof-steps, and when I turned back the tablet was gone. I pulled out my flashlight and clicked it on. I stifled a yawn and I walked outside the right door. I quickly popped my head back in the door to see what time it was. Still three a.m. and the percentage was at sixty. I sighed, and walked outside. I heard hoof-steps walking towards the stage, and I quietly followed them. My shaky hooves made it hard to be quiet, but I didn’t breathe until I reached the stage room.
My eyes were blurred with fear and I saw Pinkie’s cold eyes in the bathroom. I quickly passed her, hoping my bright blue pelt wouldn’t show, and I walked towards the hoof-steps. I soon heard something drop, and I jumped, slapping my ears to my blonde mane. I breathed heavily, and passed Rainbow’s Cove. I soon saw the tablet, cracked on one side, but still functional. I realized I hadn’t seen Twilight so I hid in a corner, safe from the animatronics, and started to look through cameras. I saw her still next to my door, waiting. I then looked for Fluttershy, who was apparently in the kitchen. Pinkie still stood in the bathroom, her black eyes only having two white dots as light. I looked at the clock on the tablet, seeing it was four a.m. and I sighed with relief. Then the tablet blacked out, only static covering it.
I flicked through cameras, knowing it was still functional, for I saw the map at the bottom of it. I soon stopped when it showed up. I saw on my right door, Fluttershy stood, waiting, and on my left, Twilight stared into my room. I whined, and quickly covered my mouth when I heard somepony walking behind me. A small voice whispered behind me. “W-w-w-well hey kids, my names P-P-Pinkie Pie and I l-l-love to have f-f-fun! Th-these are my friends T-T-T-T-twilight and Flutters-shy.” I didn’t dare turn my head around. Pinkie could be standing right behind me, waiting for the right time to strike. I heard a scraping noise and soon heard a terribly familiar voice.
Fluttershy joined in with Pinkie Pie, saying what she would normally say on stage. “H-hello-o-o, my name’s Fluttershy and I-I love animals. I also love to-to-to sing!” She started to hum a small song, and heard another voice join with them. “M-me too, Fluttershy,” Twilight said, her voice stuttering like the others, “but I also-also-also love to use my m-m-magic to bring everything to life!” Bursts of light came from behind me and I began to cry silently.
I looked at the time, seeing five a.m. flickering at the top. Then I looked at the percentage and saw thirty percent. I stared in agony, and I heard a small whine. “Wh-wh-where’s Rainbow Dash?” Twilight asked, the noise of her joints moving close behind me. “Sh-she loves to fly with me and teach us how to.” Then the noise of flapping wings, yet hard and robotic, came from behind me.
“I-I’m here, Twilight, hope you weren’t worried ‘bout me.” She started to laugh, and I turned my head slowly around to see them all standing on the stage, laughing together. I didn’t really get why they laughed, not why I laughed at that when I was younger. It really was a sad joke . . . why am I even talking about this? It’s five a.m. and I still have a chance to get to the office. I quickly started to charge towards the office, and I heard all the animatronics stop laughing.
My chest heaved when I got back and I quickly shut both doors. It was five thirty-two. My legs were tired from running down the hallway, and my brain was buzzing with the thought of the animatronics stuffing my dead body into a Twilight suit. A banging noise came from the door on my left, and a small voice came from it. “I-I don’t want to hurt ya’.” It was Rainbow Dash’s voice. I obviously didn’t open the door.
A loud scream, like the one from the call from the last security guard, came from outside.
Sorry, that was a very . . . disturbing moment for me. I skipped through all the awful noises that came from outside. I’ll try not to write about that, but I can’t make any promises: especially tomorrow night. Anyway, I soon stopped going through the cameras, and started to think about what would happen when somepony saw that I broke the tablet. I probably wouldn’t get fired for such a small crack, but my boss was strict and the people who worked here were asses, so I wouldn’t count on them for keeping a secret.
It was five forty-three. Everything was quiet. The animatronics were strewn about the café and I still stood in my office, my eyes locked on the small tablet. The crack at the top stopped bugging me, but it messed with the pictures on the screen. I put down the tablet, and started to flick the lights off and on. Pinkies tune came from outside the right door, so I kept it closed for a while. I started to look at the time more frequently: five fifty-two, fifty-three, and fifty-four. It wasn’t flying, but it was still moving. I wanted to leave as soon as possible. I needed answers and I needed to not die. Dash and Rainbow wouldn’t like it that much if I just suddenly disappeared. Especially with Cake gone now . . . sorry, got off track there.
The story of the missing fillies did always haunt me. Some say that they were stuffed into the suits of the animatronics. I say that’s just a myth, and the animatronics just get buggy. I soon saw five fifty-nine on the clock and started to pack up my stuff. I grabbed the jacket that I finally brought. It was supposed to snow that night, and if I walked outside with my uniform on, ponies would start asking questions. I took off my hat, and yawned. I was ready to get home and sleep in my bed. I saw six o’clock on the clock and the alarm started to buzz off. I turned it off, and turned around, walking out of the office, the hallway and eventually the café.
If you’re wondering, Cake was my daughter. Her sweet little eyes, her little smile is all I remember, but those fuzzy memories mess with my temper . . .
Author's Note
Okay, so first off, who saw the little reference I put in there
Five Nights At Pinkie's: The Tetralogy
Author's Note
Ahh! Night Five was easier than Night Two! I'm sorry, I wasn't happy with this chapter. I didn't have any ideas. I might redo it sometime soon. So FluffyDoom, don't edit this one yet! Please!
Night Five
“I don’t want to go to work!” I yelled, acting like a child in front of my husband. As you know, I had a tough night the night before. It was eleven o’clock. Yes, it takes me thirty minutes to get ready, about twenty minutes to get there, then a couple of minutes to get my lazy butt inside. Dash shook me again. My head was under the covers, my ears flat to my head, and I whined. “I went last night.”
Dash sighed and shook his head. “Dashie, I know you don’t like this job, but you have to go sometime. You need it. Now get up and get your butt to work!” He rolled me off the bed, and the still bruised part of my head hit the ground.
I winced with pain, but got up, and walked into the bathroom. I muttered to myself and started to brush my mane. Suddenly I heard a small whine and turned to see my daughter standing, staring at me, her eyes tired and heavy. I, of course, jumped backwards and squeaked a bit, and she, of course, stared at me obviously confused out of her mind. “What are you doing up so late?” I asked turning back to the mirror.
“I heard you whining, so I thought I’d say goodbye before you left.” She jumped up and hugged me, and I squeezed her close to my body. I then started to keep brushing my short mane, and I kissed her on the head, said goodnight, and sent her off. I put my hat on my head, shoved on my uniform, fixed my tie, and finally left.
Sorry, I thought since you were reading about me, you should see how hard it is for me to get up in the morning. Anyway, I reached the café and unlocked the door. It creaked open, and somehow the atmosphere around the place felt even darker and creepier than usual. The shadows in the place were longer, splashing against the ground on the outside. I closed the door, and locked it so no one could get in . . . or out. The cool air was kept away from my burning skin. I was scared to death, but I tried to look fine. It didn’t work, of course, but I still kept my head high and my hooves hit the ground confidently.
I soon reached the office, and I wanted to just close the doors, curl up into a ball, and sleep. I wasn’t tired as I was on my third night, but it was still twelve in the morning. If that’s not a good enough excuse, you try to do this job every day. Strange how my body hasn’t adjusted to the late hours after being here for four nights; I guess it’ll happen sooner or later. I soon felt the cool temperature of outside the doors seeped through my uniform. I turned off the fan in front of me, and kept telling myself it would be over soon. I thought of it over and over again, and it soon didn’t bug me. I looked at the clock. It was twelve fifty-three and just looking at the clock made me feel even more tired than usual. I groaned, and picked up the tablet. The crack at the top was gone, and I sighed with relief. If I were fired, I would’ve gotten a pink slip. Then I would have to go home . . . and confess to Dash. Let’s not talk about that. The phone slowly started to ring.
I stared at it as it rang, confused and, of course, tired. “You’re dead!” I yelled at it. It kept ringing though, and when it turned on I jumped backwards just about to scream. My shaking body was crouched in the corner of the office, and my hooves didn’t dare move to grab the tablet. The noises were awful, screaming and groaning with agony. Even putting my ears to my head and covering them with my hooves didn’t block it out. I whined, and it finally stopped. I started to cry, and I got up to grab the tablet.
I put it close to my face so I could see. The lights were brighter than usual, and the ponies twitched in the place they stood in. I put it down and grabbed my flashlight. I clicked it on, and was about to go outside, but quickly checked the tablet to see where everypony was. Twilight was in the backroom and Fluttershy was in the kitchen, playing with pots and pans, and making noise with her robotic hooves. I sighed, and turned to the show stage. Pinkie still stood there, her eyes fixed on the wall in front of her. Her blood covered eyes were gleaming red in the light, and she twitched towards the camera only to go back to the wall. She giggled her little giggle that she usually giggled whenever I was here.
I put down the camera after seeing that Twilight and Fluttershy were in the same spot. I flicked the flashlight on once more, and turned towards the door, clicking it on to make sure that none of the animatronics were there. I walked outside, and slowly crept towards the show stage area. I kept as silent as possible. I didn’t want to repeat what happened the night before. I turned towards Rainbow’s Cove. Remembering what she had said last night. I reached for the opening of the curtain, but stopped when I heard whining from inside. My shaky hoof pulled away and I turned around. Pinkie stood in place. The show stage usually didn’t have its lights on at night, but now it did. I guessed the other employees had just done it to scare me, but I wasn’t convinced. Was this just to waste power? I didn’t have the key to go downstairs and turn on the generator. I shrugged it off, and turned towards the office. I made sure Twilight was nowhere near my door.
I walked inside the office. It was two thirty. The fan was on again, somehow. I sat in my chair, my hat covering my eyes and the cool air seeping through the warmth of my uniform once more. I clicked on the light on the left of me, and I saw Twilight staring at me. She stared the grin on her face. I closed the door, and started to hallucinate. The usual faces of Twilight and Pinkie came and it’s me replaced them. I shook my head, and they left. I knew the story behind the words “it’s me” but that’s for another time.
I picked my camera up and saw Twilight at the end of the hallway. I opened the door, and looked at the tablet again. I heard Fluttershy still in the kitchen, and I saw Pinkie’s white eyes in the dark background of the dining hall. I clicked on the light next to me, and opened the door once more. Then I turned to the other one, seeing Fluttershy there. I slammed the door shut and I started to breathe heavily once more. I stared into the dark outside of the door, and turned on the light to see nopony there. I nearly fell out of my chair, but got up. My head throbbed in the spot I landed on that night. I whined like a filly and I started to look through the cameras again.
Pinkie moved to the bathroom and Fluttershy went to the dining hall. I sighed and opened the door next to me. It was only three forty-five. After a couple of minutes of looking at the camera, I put it down in front of me and turned on the light on my left. Twilight wasn’t there so I turned to the other side and clicked it on. I didn’t see Fluttershy but a small sticky note attached to the window. I made sure Fluttershy wasn’t right next to me, and grabbed it quickly. I then put it on the table in front of me.
I couldn’t make out what it was so I stopped trying after a while of staring at the table. I sighed and turned on the light and saw Twilight there. I closed it and soon got bored. I whistled another tune and soon started to hum it. Then it turned to singing. I sang the short lullaby that I had once sung to Cake when she was younger . . . and here. I shook my head and stopped. I then flicked up the camera which was blacking out now and again. Twilight and Fluttershy kept popping up at my doors, but I was quick enough to keep them out. I started to close my eyes, but quickly shot them open.
The dim light didn’t make anything better. It messed with my eyes and made me feel even more drowsy than usual. Anyway, I kept flicking through cameras: Pinkie still stood in the bathroom, Twilight was in the supply closet, and Fluttershy was in the hallway. I started to look at the sticky note again. How did it get on the window? Why was it written so badly? If the animatronics did write it, how did they? I had so many questions running through my head that it started to give me a headache. I turned to the clock seeing four thirty sitting on it, waiting to change to thirty-one.
I hummed the tune I heard Fluttershy sing at times. It was stuck in my head, okay? The small song was picked up by a familiar voice, and I whipped my head around. The voice grew louder and I shook my head. It was Dash’s voice, but I knew it was just my head. I shook it again, but it still got louder. I whined a little again, and it soon left. I sighed and stopped thinking about the song. Voices screamed in head to go see if Dash was okay, but I quickly ignored them.
It was just in my head. The thoughts of Dash being stuffed into a suit soon started to spark in my head. I tried to stop thinking about it. It didn’t work, but I won’t go farther into that. The idea of Dash being killed was too much for me at the time. I shivered and I turned my head to the door to see if Twilight was there. She stood, staring at me, so I closed the door quickly.
It was five twenty-three. My eyes were closing every two seconds, and I soon resulted into scaring myself. I thought about very . . . unpleasant things that I should not say I thought about, and I soon woke myself up. At least it did! I stopped thinking about it, though it still lingered in my mind. Twilight and Fluttershy left me alone for a while, but Pinkie stood at my door, staring at the camera. The percentage was at twenty-two percent, and I had to keep my right door closed.
For the fifth night, things were going slowly. The hallucinations only happened once or twice. I thought it was strange how I heard many stories of ponies being killed before this night, yet I was still here. I flicked up the tablet and turned to Rainbow’s Cove. It was empty! Rainbow Dash was gone! I looked at the door and quickly closed it. The noise of banging came from the door. I started to shake. The tablet nearly fell out of my hooves. I looked at the clock. It was five thirty-four. The time was going by so slowly! I felt bags form under my eyes. I opened the door, and looked at the power. It read ten percent.
I kept thinking about Pinkie at my door. Could I open it then look at the camera she’s in? I reached for the door, but stopped I looked at the clock again, reading five fifty-eight. I shook my head, thinking I was just imagining it. But it was there, plain as day. I sighed, and looked at the percentage. Three percent! I wasn’t going to make it if I kept my door closed. I opened it but kept my eye on the door until I saw it was five fifty-nine at one percent. I breathed heavily, and I eventually saw it go down to zero. I slowly turned my head towards the other door, waiting to see Pinkie’s eyes staring into the room. I didn’t see them though. I suddenly heard a scream. Not like the animatronic’s scream, a pony’s scream. I listened more carefully and soon realized it was Cake’s voice. The alarm on the clock went off, but I didn’t dare move.
Five Nights At Pinkie's: The Tetralogy
I walked into the café for hopefully the last time. The night before, my boss caught me on my way home and said if I stayed a while longer, I could be given overtime. I have no idea how much. I only just realized that my pay was one hundred twenty dollars. I-I didn’t read the full ad. I just skimmed it. Anyway, I finally reached Rainbow’s Cove where only a harsh scraping noise came from inside. I shuddered as I listened to it and flattened my ears. It shut it out a little, but it still replayed in my mind. I snorted and kept walking. The animatronic characters were, as usual, sitting in place, staring at the wall. They would soon be up and about so I quickly rushed towards the office.
My magenta and green eyes were fixed on the phone, waiting for it to ring. The sound didn’t come so I put up my camera. It was twelve twenty-three, and Twilight and Fluttershy had already moved. I sighed and checked both lights and I quickly started to check the cameras. One week of doing this and I’m still stressed out. Pinkie still stood in place, her microphone tightly in hoof and her bow tie clamped around her neck. For the first time I actually realized she was wearing a small, blue top hat on her head, covering her pink mane.
I fixed my tie and started to look through cameras. Rainbow’s Cove was silent so I moved to the kitchen where I heard Fluttershy playing with pots and pans like a filly. Twilight was standing in the backstage room with all the ‘empty’ heads. I wanted to look inside the small animatronic heads, but I never got the chance. My drowsy eyes were closing slowly as I looked at the camera and my head began to fall. When I felt the tablet to my face, I snapped my head up and opened my eyes. The sound of the animatronics moving and giggling made me shudder. My blue uniform didn’t help. I felt claustrophobic in clothes; ponies don’t wear them like most of you do.
I kept flicking through cameras until I came to the backstage room. I stared at it. My heart pumped quickly in my chest as I stared at the small slumped over . . . thing in the room. There was a white pony sitting in the middle of the room. Her eyes were gone, only having two blue dots in the middle. I flicked to the next camera, still thinking of the blood covered pony on the camera. My trembling hooves reached towards the light on the side of me. I clicked it slowly and I saw Twilight staring at me, her eyes sinking to my skin. I closed the door, and looked at the percentage. It was at eighty-two percent! How did it do that at one fifty-two? I started to breathe heavily as I looked at the door to my right. Whispering came into my ears. I heard my name from outside the door. I started to hum the tune I would usually sing.
The cool air from outside the café must have seeped in somewhere, through a crack or something else. I was shivering, and almost thought my teeth were chattering. I wanted to turn around to grab my jacket, but after hearing noises, I didn’t dare. I checked both lights, seeing Fluttershy on her usual side. I clicked up the camera and went to the show stage. I noticed Pinkie Pie wasn’t in her usual spot so I started to check everywhere. Her small, fill-like giggle started to echo through the café. My ears twitched when I started to hear noises. They started to become louder as I twisted my ears one way then the other. If you can’t do that, you have no idea how terrifying it is to be able to hear every noise in the café.
I flicked up the camera, making sure the mare that stood in the backstage room was gone. I started to look through cameras. I heard Fluttershy and Twilight whining and sounding as if they were fillies who had lost their mothers. I flattened my ears to block out the noises. I didn’t need to hear the crying anymore . . . I hear it enough. My tensed shoulders soon fell to their usual places, and I started to feel less stress running through my body. It was calming, listening to the fan spin and only hearing the lights flickering throughout the restaurant. My ears twitched and I turned them towards the door where Fluttershy had been standing. I clicked the light to see she had left so I opened the door. Pinkie’s giggle slowly started to fly through the café once more and I started to fall asleep. Her tune came from the tablet in the kitchen. It was calming. Like a lullaby. I closed my eyes and when they opened, I only saw white around me.
I turned my head around and around. I heard nothing but the flickering light. Was I dead? Did one of the animatronics catch me when I closed my eyes? I heard groaning and whining and tried to open my eyes, but they wouldn’t. I couldn’t tell if I was dreaming or dead in heaven. I felt something warm on my shoulder, but didn’t dare move my head. I twitched my ears back but heard nothing and felt nothing more than the warm hoof on top of my shoulder. The noise of a filly crying entered my ears and I tried to flatten them but they stayed where it was the loudest. Then I heard the noise of an animatronic groaning.
I couldn’t move or wake up. What was happening!? I couldn’t scream out to anypony to help me. Then I heard a familiar voice behind me.
Author's Note
Oh my Celestia a two parter! DASHIE WAKE UP! AHH! Anyway, I'm not going to update it until like two days-ish. maybe Idk.
Five Nights At Pinkie's: The Tetralogy
I looked around, only seeing the white around me. It soon faded to black and I shot out of my chair. My coat prickled from the cool air crawling through my skin. I went over to the tablet, and put it close to my face. I flicked through cameras, seeing Twilight standing next to my door, and Fluttershy in the bathroom. Pinkie stayed in the dining hall. I could barely see her eyes in the back of the room, staring at the camera. I put down the tablet, and checked both doors. I saw nothing, but heard more noises coming into the room.
I sit down into my seat, my hat sitting on my head, waiting for something to pop out and scream. I didn’t want to die, that’s not what I’m saying, but I wanted something to happen. Phone Mare said the animatronics would become more active as the week progresses; though I hadn’t seen the damned things for a while. I looked at the clock. It was two-o-four, and the percentage was at seventy-three. My eyes were drowsy from my short nap, but I kept them open. I got out of my chair to stretch my legs and I started to pop my hooves. Then I popped my neck, and, well, you should know the rest. I pretty much popped every bone in my body. I my head peeked outside, and put one shaky hoof onto the tile floor.
I walked outside, and flicked my flashlight on. I heard voices say, “Hello?” but I ignored them. I soon resulted to pushing my ears into my hat. It got fuzz in my ears, but I still kept them in. I walked father out of the café and I soon reached the small entrance. The door was closed and locked. I kept my eye on it, waiting for somepony to come in and mess with the animatronics. I shook my head, and looked down the hall. I walked down, seeing Twilight wasn’t there, and I came into my office. I picked up my tablet and started to look through them.
I saw Twilight in the backroom, and heard Pinkie in the kitchen. I put down the tablet and checked the right door. I clicked the light, and I saw Fluttershy standing there. I quickly closed the door, and picked up the tablet again. I looked through the camera, and saw Rainbow Dash out of her small curtain. She sat on the ground, distorted and her hooves, well, sprawled, no, not sprawled. Umm, let me think about that. Her head was twisted to one side, and her back hooves almost looked broken. I don’t know why, but she stood, and I only just noticed this, only having her two front hooves lifting her up. I shook my head, and flicked to the next camera.
I’m sure some of you have figured out my little secret, but I can’t remember anything of it, so don’t ask. The only thing that was strange was that I don’t remember Rainbow Dash being the one who did it. Did she break her own back hooves? That sound awfully impossible, but from what I’ve seen I think that these animatronics can do anything they want, excluding leaving the restaurant. I started to look through cameras once more and I saw Pinkie in the hallway. I heard her small giggle, almost like a little filly laughing. I put down the tablet and I started to flick the lights on and off. I got bored after a while, and started to sing stupid songs to myself, mostly dumb parodies I had made throughout my life.
I was beginning to fall asleep on my hooves. Nothing was happening, and I was bored out of my mind. My eyes felt like they were about to fall out of my head, but I kept them open. I began do dance around the room randomly. I had no idea what to do. If there were any security cameras in there I would be so embarrassed. I started to sing some more songs, wishing I could just go home and slam my face on my pillow to finally get some sleep. I shook my head, and started to stop dancing. The songs in my head soon started to fade, and I started to listen to the flickering lights and the fan in front of me.
I picked up the tablet, and started to look for my old ‘friends.’ I saw Fluttershy standing at the end of the hallway, and Pinkie Pie standing behind her. I then turned to see Twilight next to my door. I clicked the light on, seeing she wasn’t there yet. I picked up the tablet, and I saw it blacking out and fuzzy. I started to click the cameras repeatedly and it soon came back on. I saw Fluttershy next to my door, and Pinkie in the same spot she always was. Twilight was still at my door, and I flicked to Rainbow’s Cove.
I looked at it for a couple seconds, and realized that she was out! I put the tablet down and quickly closed the door. I stepped back shakily as I heard banging on my door. I felt something brush against my tail, and turned to see Pinkie Pie’s blue eyes staring down at me. I closed the door, hearing a clank as the metal door slammed onto her nose. I felt warm tears starting to stream down my face. The tears started to feel sticky. I put my hoof to my face, and saw blood dripping on my blue coat. N-no it was just a hallucination! I was just imagining it! It was my fucking fucked up brain messing with me. I closed my eyes and shook my head, and saw the blood only smudged into my fur. I put my hoof to the floor, not caring for it to leak into the carpet. I checked the light to see if Twilight was there before opening the door, and I turned and sat in my chair. I gently set my hat on the table, and folded my wings in. I wasn’t a big fan of flying.
I started to whistle a small tune, and I looked at the time. It was three twenty-four. I spun around in my chair a while, and heard somepony knock on the door. It sound like a piece of metal against the door, so I kept it closed. Pinkie was most likely trying to mess with me. I started to hear noises again. You’re most likely are thinking, “Dashie, you always hear noises,” but this time, it was different.
It was a song. Not a song I loved. It always scared me. Horrified me, I should say. It was a song that Dash sang after he quit his job. Can’t seem to remember the name; it was the song that a jack-in-the-box would make whenever you wound it up. I shivered as it ran through my mind. There was once an animatronic here named . . . err, what was his name? I can’t remember anything about the old place, really. He, or should I say, it always scared me.
I should stop thinking about it, then. I looked at the time. It was four-o-five. I looked at the percentage reading forty-five percent. I kept my right door closed, terrified of what was outside. I felt much more scared than I usually did in this job. The pay from last night wasn’t that great either. I wanted to punch a wall. But anyway, I picked up the tablet and jumped when I saw Twilight in the backstage room, her eyes only black with two white dots. She was almost identical to Pinkie Pie, just closer to the camera . . . and a bit more terrifying.
I shook my head and I turned to the next camera. Fluttershy stood in the dining hall, and Pinkie was in the kitchen playing her little tune to herself, and giggling. I shivered and I put down to camera. I pushed the light on one side of me and I saw Fluttershy wasn’t there, so I opened the door. Then I checked the other side. I saw Twilight standing in front of me, but her eyes were still dead and cold. I slammed the door shut.
The percentage was at thirty-three percent and the time was five a.m. I played around a bit in my room and soon started to do what I would usually do when I was younger. I stood on my chair, spread my wings, and I put the fan on my face. I pulled open my eyes, and flicked off the fan. I slapped my wings to my sides, and I began to hear Pinkie’s laugh. Was she mocking me or did she see me? I could tell I was blushing. My face always gets hot, and my ears usually come to my head. I’m not a very happy person when it comes to being embarrassed. I checked the cameras, and I saw Pinkie on my right. I closed the door and heard the metal slam into the ground.
I sneezed a couple of times. I’m surprised that I hadn’t sneezed a billion times before. I wasn’t allergic to anything, but the dust in the room usually triggered my allergies. I nearly dropped the camera, but I quickly caught it before it hit the ground. I looked at the time. Five twenty-three. Just about thirty more minutes. I sighed, and I started to look through the cameras again. The percentage was suddenly at eighteen percent. I could still go home . . . and never come back, hopefully.
My drowsy eyes kept folding over and a couple of times I fell out of my chair. At least it woke me up. It was five thirty-two. I was bored out of my mind, so I started to flick through the cameras. I heard Fluttershy in the kitchen, and I saw Twilight in the dining hall. Pinkie still stood to my right, though. She had her eyes to the camera, staring at me. I shuddered, and turned to camera 1C. Rainbow Dash was peeking out of her curtain, her magenta eye staring at me. The percentage only went down two. I shook my head to get that awful sleepy feeling out of my system. I looked at the time. Five forty-nine. I put my hat on, and I turned to click the light on my left on. Nopony was there. I felt my heart beating in my throat, and I looked at the cameras.
I looked at the time reading five fifty-six. I sighed and looked at the percentage. It was at seven percent. I checked to see if Pinkie was gone, and after I saw she was, I opened the right door. The power went down slower than it did a while ago, and I could still make it. It was five fifty-eight. I saw the power at three percent. It went to two, one, then finally to zero. I took one last glimpse at the clock, seeing five fifty-nine before it turned off completely. I saw Pinkie’s face at my door; she giggled, and played her small tune.
I started to cry. I wasn’t going to make it. I wasn’t gonna see Dash or Rainbow ever again. Suddenly I heard the alarm ring, and hoofsteps back towards the stage. My fuzzy eyes began to clear, and I quickly ran towards the door. I jumped outside and ran home as fast I as I could.
Author's Note
So here's part two!!! Yay! Anyway, Night Seven will be out soon. I have school next week so that'll cut into it.
Five Nights At Pinkie's: The Tetralogy
Night Seven: 20/20/20/20 Mode
I slowly walk towards the building. My eyes were alert, ready for anything to happen. I shakily reach towards the door, and open with a click on the lock. When I’m inside, I turn around, and lock the door closed. Sweat slowly beats down my face when I see all the animatronics standing in place, their grins slapped on their faces. Twilight, pinkie, and Fluttershy all stared at the wall. Memories from this place as a filly seeped through my mind and I shuddered. It used to be so alive, and . . . not creepy. I started to trot towards the office that Dashie told me to go to. She had said that she left some notes in there so I could get the hang of my new job. My name is Brook. I am an old friend of Dashie’s. When I asked her if she knew if there were any jobs opened, she said that she had just quit one and nopony had taken it yet. Now I see why. After dark, these animatronics seemed creepy and so did the restaurant.
Pretty much the only thing Dashie told me was to only close the doors if absolutely necessary. Then that the animatronics may be a bit more active tonight. Or was it a lot more active? I don’t know, just bear with me, it’s my first day here. I think she said that she left a message for me, but the phone never rang, so I guess not. I picked up a small tablet with my magic, and I turned it on. The first camera showed up, showing me the three animatronics that stood on the stage. I flicked to camera 1C showing me Rainbow’s Cove, one of my favorite spots as a younger filly.
The camera blacked out and I started to flick to the other cameras. When it came back and I went to the show stage, I saw both Twilight and Fluttershy were gone. I turned to the door on my left, and I clicked it on. I saw nopony there, so I turned it off. I then turned to the other one, and clicked it on and off. I picked up the camera once more, and I started to look through the cameras, I felt numb and scared after seeing the animatronics move closer towards my office. Twilight was in the backstage and Fluttershy sounded like she was in the kitchen. The tablet shook as I did, and I nearly dropped it after hearing noises from outside.
My eyes started to dart back and forth. Dashie said the animatronics were never really active with her, but this is me so what happens then? I start to breath heavily, and soon start to press the buttons with my magic instead of my hooves, worried that one of the animatronics may grab me while I’m pressing it. I picked up the tablet again, seeing pinkie in the dining hall, staring at the camera. It was two a.m. I had four more hours. I whined to myself, and I started to look through the cameras again. Twilight and Fluttershy were surrounding me, twitching while they looked at the camera.
I drank tons of coffee while I was walking here, so I wasn’t tired at all. Coffee’s amazing, and I’m totally getting off track. Yes, coffee is amazing, but how about we focus on what’s happening while I still have this job. I turned to check the door on my left, and I saw Twilight there. I gasped and closed the door quickly. I staggered backward, and quickly closed the other door without checking if Fluttershy was there. Dashie also said that if I’m nervous or scared, I could sing a song to myself. So I did. I hummed a small tune to an old song my mother had taught me. The small song soon stopped in my head, and I started to forget about my nervousness. I turned on the lights, seeing Twilight was gone, and Fluttershy was never there, so yeah.
I looked at the percentage which was at fifty percent. I stopped using the tablet for a while, checking the doors a couple of times, and I closed and opened the doors from time to time. When I looked at 1C I saw Rainbow Dash peeking out of her curtain, almost looking sympathetic. I shake my head and turned to the next camera.
Pinkie was in the bathroom, giggling at the camera. Fluttershy was in the dining hall, her shadow only visible and Twilight was in the hallway to my left. I sigh, and put down the tablet. I started to sing again and spun around in my chair a few times. The song I was singing played and replayed in my head, and I soon started to get a bit bored with what I was doing.
The café was echoing the sounds I made, and I soon stopped so if anyone were to see the footage, they wouldn’t hear it.
The coffee starts to wear off. It’s four a.m. Two more hours left. I am really tired, and I feel like closing my eyes. Just for a moment. My fuzzy eyes start to slowly close, and the world goes black for a few moments. Then I snap my eyes open. No, I can’t sleep. I hear laughter outside my door, and pull up my camera to see Pinkie staring at me through the camera to my right. I close the door and I turn to the other one. I clicked the light on, and saw Twilight staring at me. When I looked at the time, I saw five a.m. on the clock. The percentage was at eighteen. I still had a chance to get out of this place . . . not saying that I’m scared. Not at all . . . anyway, I pulled up the tablet and saw Pinkie still staring at me from the right. Twilight was in the dining hall again, so I opened the door. I looked at the percentage, and saw three on it. I felt my heart beating in my chest as I watched it go down to zero.
The facility’s lights went out, and I heard hoofsteps come towards the door. I didn’t move a muscle at that point. I saw Pinkie’s face at the door, her tune playing from her voice box. I then saw the place go black. I prayed to Celestia and right when I thought I was dead, I heard the alarm go off, and the lights came back on. I sighed, and I walked out of the office. I walked out of the café, and I soon got home so I could sleep in my warm bed.
Author's Note
So if your confused, Dashie was sick and tired of her job, so she quit. Then when her friend, Brook, or the narrator, asks if she had any idea where she could get a job. Dashie, being herself, wanted to pull a slight prank on her old friend, and said a position just opened at Pink Amenia's Cafe. Then she came in, pulled up the AI on the robots, adn thus Night Seven, 20/20/20/20 mode was born!
Five Nights At Pinkie's: The Tetralogy
I slowly walked towards the restaurant. It looked newer than the old one did, and the ponies that worked there obviously took care of the place. I didn’t really want to go inside . . . I’ve heard rumors about this place. Some say it’s haunted by a child that went missing there a couple of weeks ago while others say that the animatronics can move without anypony controlling ‘em. I-I don’t really believe the first one, but the second one . . . erm, yeah. I set one hoof into the café and I see three, smaller animatronics. At the old place, they were larger, and less smooth than this, but they’re still equally creepy.
The new animatronic’s names were Surprise, Twilight, and Posie. They were once Pinkie Pie, Twilight Sparkle, and Fluttershy, but they changed them. I have no idea why . . . I never asked, but I’m sure the other employees know. As I pass one hallway, a faint static noise starts to buzz in my ears. I flatten them to block it out, but it doesn’t really help. I-I’m probably just nervous on my first day. The dark hallway in front of me doesn’t help at all. I see only a faint light from the large entrance to my office. I walk towards it until I see a door that says parts and service. It slowly creaks open, I scream, and start to run down the hallway. I breathe heavily when I get to the office.
I sit down, and put on my hat and uniform. I fix my tie, moving it in place, and I smile. I look around me, seeing two open vents and the dark hallway in front of me. Then I hear the phone ring. “H-hello?” a mare asks on the phone. I sigh, and I start to listen again, picking up the tablet. “Hello, um if you’re hearing this, then you’ve made a very poor career choice. But let’s get started. Hello, and welcome to your new summer job at the new and improved, Surprise’s Café. I-I’m here to talk you through some of the things you have to do throughout your exciting first week.” As I flick through cameras, I begin to hear the static noise that I had heard while passing the first hallway. I press a button on the tablet in the room that I passed, and I see a ripped apart animatronic with only one eye.
I shiver, and start to listen to the mare again. “Uh, first I want you to forget everything that you heard about the old place. Some ponies have a somewhat . . . negative idea of the company that holds this café. And that old restaurant was kind of left to rot, but I want to reassure you, Surprise Entertainment is committed to family fun and over all, safety. They’ve spent a small fortune on the new, or toy, as some ponies call it, animatronics facial recognition, advanced mobility, they even let them walk around during the day. Isn’t that cool?” She cleared her throat a bit, and I started to pick up the tablet again. “But most importantly, they are all tied into some sort of criminal database, so they can detect a predator a mile away. Heh, we should be paying them to guard you.” I rolled my eyes and started to look through the camera again. “Uh, now that being said, no new system’s without it’s . . . kinks. Uh, you’re only the second security guard to work in that place, actually. The last pony finished his week, but he complained about . . . conditions. Uh, we switched him over to the day shift, so hey, lucky you.” She started to nervously laugh, and I started to feel a terrible feeling in the pit of my stomach.
“She mostly complained about certain characters that seemed to move around at night, and even attempted to get into her office. F-from what we know that should be impossible. Uh that restaurant should be the safest place on earth. So while our engineers have no idea why this happens, the work theory is that the robots were never given a proper ‘night mode’.” I looked at the phone for a couple of seconds, thinking about muting the call. I pulled my hoof away, and placed it back on the camera. “So when it gets quiet, the animatronics get confused, thinking they’re in the wrong room. So they go to the room with ponies in it, and that would be your office. So our temporary solution is this: there’s a music box in the prize corner, and it’s rigged to be wound up remotely. So every once and a while, go over there, and click on the screen to wind it up for a few seconds. It doesn’t affect all the animatronics, just . . . one of them.” She cleared her throat, and began to sound shaky. I put down the tablet, and start to pay more attention to her.
She cleared her through once more, and she went on. “Umm, as for the rest of them, we have an even easier solution. You’re face to them doesn’t seem well, I don’t know, very similar to their style. So when they see you, they think you’re an animatronic endoskeleton without it’s costume on, and they want to stuff you into a suit. So, we gave you a helmet that matches the old mascot’s face. Problem solved! You can put it on whenever you want, and you can keep it on as long as you want.” I look around, eventually finding the small head. The eyeless face scares me at first, but then put it on. It’s not very easy to breathe in it, or to see through its small eye holes. I take it off, and pick up the tablet again. “So whenever the animatronics, erm, anything really, wanders in, it should wander back out. One other thing worth mentioning is the modern design of the building. You may notice that there are no doors to close. But hey, you have lights in the vents, and a flashlight for the hallway. And, even if the flashlight can run out of power, the facility can’t. So don’t worry about the place going dark. Well, that’s about it. You should be golden. Uh, check the lights, put on the head if needed, oh, and keep that music box wound up, piece of cake. Have a good night and I’ll talk to you tomorrow” The phone turned off, and I looked at the time. It was one fifty-nine.
The phone call used up two hours of my time. When is started to hear noises, I felt my heart pump in my chest. Hoofsteps seemed to be echoing through the café. I looked at the camera, looking at camera 9. Twilight had left the stage. I started to flick through cameras, realizing I could turn the flashlight in the cameras. I turned it on in one of the party rooms, and saw Twilight standing there with her guitar being held by her magic. I shivered, and put the tablet down. I started to whistle a small tune, and I looked around, checking each light. After a while, I pretty much just started to act like a filly, and spin the chair around. I giggled, and picked the tablet up again. I looked through the cameras, seeing Twilight in the same place, but soon came to a small room with a small filly standing near the prize corner. She looked adorable, but her small giggle started to become annoying. I turned to the next camera, and I saw the broken . . . thing in Filly’s Cove. I stared at it for a while, but the static soon started to drive me crazy, so I flicked to the next camera. I saw the parts and service room again. It was dark and all I could see were wires until I turned on the flashlight. I saw the old Twilight with no face, Pinkie’s head, and Fluttershy’s mouth ripped open. They were obviously scrapping them. The old restaurant really was just an old piece of junk that was open since I was like six. The animatronics that used to make me laugh really scared me now. Not because of this job, but because of all the rumors I’ve heard throughout the years. In about seventh grade, one of the fillies in my class went missing. I heard there was a psychopath somewhere around here, but I never really thought it was true. The filly probably just got too close to one of the animatronics.
The giggling soon stopped, but I still heard hoofsteps coming from the hallway in front of me. I flicked the flashlight on and I saw Posie standing in front of me. She held a small bunny on her back, and she smiled at me, her eyes seeming to be gone. I stared at her for a couple of seconds, and then let go of the flashlight. I put on the helmet, and I never wanted come out of it. I then remember the music box. I pulled off the helmet, chafing my neck underneath it. I pull up the camera, and I flick to the Prize Corner. I see a small button on the tablet, and I press down on it until the music box is fully wound up. I look at the time, seeing two fifty-three. I sigh. Four more hours to go; I looked at the cameras, turning to another party room. Twilight’s face was all I could see. I put the tablet down, and I clicked the flashlight on. I saw that Posie was gone, and pulled up the camera. I looked at each one, flicking the lights on and off, until I got to the party room closest to me on my left. I see Posie sitting by the vents, her muzzle piece missing, showing the back teeth on the endoskeleton. I put down the tablet, and start to hear noises in the vents.
I pushed the lights on, seeing nothing there. I pulled up the camera, and looked at my left vent. I saw Posie sitting in it, trying to get into my office. I shake my head, and I look through the cameras. I see Surprise in the same place as usual, and I start to wind the music box a little more. The song starts to get stuck in my head, and I begin to whistle it. I look at the clock seeing three forty-three. My eyes start to become tired and heavy. My wings become shaky, and as I click through cameras, I start to hear hooves in the vent. I put down the tablet, and I flick on the light to the camera on my left. I see Posie staring at me through it. I squeak, and I push on my helmet. I can’t really see where I put my hooves, so I don’t try to press the light on. I only wait to hear her walk out. I start to breath heavily, and I take off the head. I click the light on to make sure she was gone.
I sigh, and I start to spin in my chair. The idea of the animatronics stuffing me into one of their suits makes me shudder. I pick up the tablet and start to look through the cameras. It was Three thirty-one. I sighed, and looked at the stage area. I see Surprise still standing there, staring at the wall. I thought she would’ve moved by now, but apparently not. I shrug it off, and I start to look through the cameras, winding up the music box for a couple of seconds, and then looking around once more. I look at the show stage again, and see Surprise is gone. I was surprised the cameras didn’t black out, but I shook my head, and started to check the other cameras.
My wing starts to feel numb, but I keep going until I finally find all the animatronics. I put down the tablet, and I look at both the vents. My head starts to spin and I turn on the light. I see no pony there, so I click the button again to turn it off. My chair starts to feel uncomfortable so I stand up start to trot across the room. As I trot around, I click on all the lights. They couldn’t turn on all at once, I couldn’t just keep them on the whole time is what I mean, so I sit down and try to make as little noise as possible. I look at the time reading four fifty-two. Just an hour left! My tensed shoulders drop, and my breathing becomes slower. I close my eyes for a bit and I start to whistle the same tune. This job was worse than I thought it would be. I really should have listened to the others and turned down the night shift offer.
The tablet starts to feel warm in my hooves. It had been on all night so I can see why. I start to flick through cameras until I see Surprise with the small dragon near the prize corner. I shudder and I flick to the next one. I wind up the music box a bit, and when it’s done, I put down the tablet. The head seemed to be Pinkies. At least I think it is. How dumb are these animatronics exactly.? I shake my head and I put it down. I start to hear hoofsteps walking towards the stage area. I pull my tablet up and look at the show stage. It was still empty. Then I looked at the time. I could see why they were going towards it. It was five forty-nine I still had a couple of minutes, but they probably wouldn’t come at this time. I sigh, and start to spin in my chair. I turned to tablet off and I checked the vent lights. No one was there, so I turned it off. My tired eyes were just about ready to be sealed shut when I heard the alarm on the clock go off and I could go home.
Author's Note
Look at all the Phone Mare! I've decided to name her Scarlet *cough* Scott? *cough*!!! She's adorkable! :3! Anyway . . .
Five Nights At Pinkie's: The Tetralogy
I walk back into the café. Rain falls onto my uniform and sank to my already cold fur. Night two . . . just three more nights after this. I shake my head and grab my keys from my pocket, stuffing it into the keyhole and twisting it. I open it and walk in, putting my keys away. It was dark, as usual, and the only thing leading me through the halls is the light turned on in the office. I sigh and trot in, grabbing the tablet and turning it on. I take off my hat, feeling my hair fall from its grasp. I sit down and look at the clock watching it change from eleven fifty-nine to twelve a.m.
“One more thing: don’t forget the music box. I’ll be honest, I never liked the puppet or Rarrionette thing . . . it’s always thinking . . . that it can go anywhere . . . I-I don’t think that helmet will fool it, so, just, don’t forget . . .” She paused for a second. “Anyway, I’m sure it won’t be a problem. Uh have a good night and talk to you tomorrow.” She hung up, leaving me in silence.
I put down the tablet, and flash my light at Rainbow who was obviously about to run towards me. She growled as kept flashing and finally left. Smiling slightly, I lay back and wait a bit. Then I check the vents. I flick on the light to the left one, seeing the balloon kid sitting there, staring at me. I jump and pull on my mask, waiting for him to leave. I hear some breathing before there are footsteps and I’m able to take off my mask again. My breathing is erratic and my head is pounding and feeling light. I shake it slightly and sit down, picking up the tablet. No one. No one’s around. I’m fine. I’m going to be fine. Right?
When I put the tablet down, my heart stops. Fluttershy stands in front of me, looking down on me, her fur looking scratchy and her eyes burning into my skull. I grab the helmet and stuff my head into it. She scans me carefully, staring closely at me as I hold my breath. She growls, shakes her head, then scans me again. After what feels like an hour to me, she finally gives up and leaves. I let out a deep breath and start breathing heavily. I turn to the clock. Four fifty. Just an hour left. One more hour. I keep telling myself that, sometimes saying it out loud when I have to flash my light at Rainbow.
The last hour seems to be the longest hour I’ve ever had to suffer through. Toy Twilight and Posie keep checking on me, and the mangled pony tries almost gets me when the alarm goes off. I feel myself shaking as I listen to the children cheer that I made it. I turn the alarm off and I walk to the entrance of the restaurant. I walk outside, feeling as if I’m about to pass out as I walk home.
Author's Note
Sorry if this is rushed/short, but I lost it and had to restart so I had to rush through it. I'll work on the third night sooooon!!
Five Nights At Pinkie's: The Tetralogy
Good Celestia I'm tired. I got no sleep yet again. And when I did I kept having the strangest dreams. Oh well. It was probably from lack of sleep. I walk into the office and sit down. My third night. Just two more after this. Unless of course I want overtime, then three more nights. I sigh and lay back. I turn on the tablet and wait until twelve a.m. before hearing the phone ring. I let it go until I hear it click and Phone Mare started talking. “Hello hello! See? I told you you wouldn’t have any problems!” I smile and roll my eyes. “Did, uh, did Rainbow ever appear? Uh, probably not. Uh I was just curious. Like I said, she was always my favorite.” She stopped for a second, and I heard clicking in the background, someone saying something incoherent, and a door closing. Then she started talking again. “They tried to remake Rainbow ya’ know? They, uh, they thought the first one was too scary so they redesigned her to make her more filly-friendly and put her in kids cove. To keep the younger foals entertained you know. . . But foals these days just don’t keep their hooves to themselves. We literally had to put Firefly back together after every shift, so eventually we just stopped trying.” Again, she stopped. I started looking around the tablet.
None of the toy animatronics had moved yet, but when I turned to the Parts and Service Room and turned on the light, I saw Old Twilight was gone. My eyes widened. Already!? I flick to the Main Hall and see her standing near the door. Phone Mare went on: “Oh, hey, before I go, I want to ease your mind about any rumors you heard about this place.” She laughed a bit nervously. “You know these stories come and go and seldom mean anything.” Once again, she paused. It was silent for a second, the only thing heard was the music box that I was just beginning to wind. It was going down fairly quickly tonight. “I-I can personally assure you that, whatever is going on out there, however tragic it may be, has nothing to do with our establishment. It’s just all rumors and speculation, ponies trying to make a bit, uh, you know.”
I knew she was lying about that since she started. She sounds like she’s making it up as she goes, pausing to think of something to say. I shrug it off, and keep listening in case she says something that’s actually important. “Uh, our guard during the day has reported nothing unusual. And she’s on watch from opening til close.”
I sigh slightly hear her say her shaky farewell before the phone clicks and I'm left alone for another night. I sigh and wind the music box slowly. The night might as well just drag on slowly. It’s only one thirty anyway. I flash the light at Rainbow and once again, she growls, but holds her stance. After a couple more flashes, she turns and walks off, her ragged, disgusting tail wagging slightly behind her. I shudder at the thought of her sharp teeth digging into my flesh.
No, no, no, I need to get out of here! I get out of the vents and hear her scream again, echoing through the vents. I run out of the party room and towards the door. I’m almost there! That is before I realize there’s a table in front of me and I run into it.
My eyes open and I look around a bit, seeing Old Twilight, Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash in front of me. I stand up and look down seeing two pink hooves. I hear something behind me. It was a strangely distorted “S”. I walk towards it, seeing the ‘Rarrionette’ being pulled towards the main hall. I quickly follow, well, I follow as quickly as possible. My ears perk slightly when I hear an “A” in front of me. I turn my head, looking at my surroundings and seeing a slumped over golden Earth pony. “V”. I shudder slightly and keep walking, following the Rarrionette. I feel myself slowly get slower as I go.
“E”. As I walk into the next room, I feel my heart stop. In front of me, lays a small, lifeless body of a filly. I steer away from it, trying to ignore the scent of blood in my nose. I bite my lip slightly, and continue to follow the puppet. I turn the way the Rarrionette went, and see blood covering the floor. “H”. The puppet turned and went into what looked like the party room, where her present sat. I slowly walk towards it. “I”. Flattening my ears at that, I feel my hooves become heavier. I go slower as I walk forward, hearing some static fill my ears as I keep walking. “M”. I black out.
Author's Note
I lied.
Five Nights At Pinkie's: The Tetralogy
Okay! If you haven't noticed this book is CANCELLED
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It's been years and I feel like I've improved a lot! But!! If you're interested in my writing, then I upload my Warrior Cats stuff on Archive of Our Own (https://archiveofourown.org/users/DashIsEpic ) and I have an account for FNAF gay ships on wattpad. Sorry it's pretty NSFW but my name is DasharooIsTheBest!
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Five Nights At Pinkie's: The Tetralogy
My name is Dashie. I made a poor career choice as a night guard at the 'filly-friendly' restaurant Pink Amenia's Cafe. Through, as I go through the career, more and more secrets are uncovered.
Pink Amenia's Cafe is a filly-friendly restaurant with three animatronics! Pinkie Ameniapie one of the most lovable ponies you can meet and her friends, Twilight and Fluttershy, are waiting for any filly to play with them. Ameniapie Entertainment is not responsible to damage to pony or property . . . blah blah blah. What could go wrong!
Author's Note
Yay! The first one! No pic dough :3
Five Nights At Pinkie's: The Tetralogy
My name's Dash. I am an eighteen year old with a horrible job. I-I don't know if I just didn't read the whole newspaper article, or if they didn't even put the whole animatronics will chase after you thing in there. But I got the job anyway, and I'm sticking to it until i can find another one.
Surprise's Cafe is now up and running again with new animatronics! Surprise, Twilight Sparkle, Posie, and Firefly are waiting to play and build. Surprise Entertainment is not responsible for damage to pony or property. If pony is found missing a report will be put up after ninety days. What could go wrong though?
Author's Note
2! Anyway, yeah, I have the first chapter done!
