ne'er–do–wells of the night watch.

2 Weeks later…

“Why did I volunteer for this…?” Fritz asked himself, as he flipped the the cameras around the stage. The building had been open and had received nice input from the families that visited. Sure the majority of the snooty fancy asses never showed up because the building was in the ‘Middle class area’ of Canterlot. If a magical peaceful land of ponies could have an unknown species owning a pizzeria with killer robots at night in the capitol of unicorn land, anything was possible. Fritz had take the night watchman job for the week and everyone else settled on something else. The robots creeped out most of the adult ponies that visited but the young colts and fillies fucking had happiness spasms when they saw the inside of the damn building.

Needless to say, business was looking up slowly.

Foxy continued his scurvy dog sailin’

The Fazgang continued playing music.

The puppet never did anything but give presents to the young ponies. He didn't even come out at night.

But nobody knew about the toy animatronics. They just sat backstage. Occasionally a few older ponies asked Jeremy what was behind the door, normally the paranoid parents. Jeremy just told them spare parts and equipment and that was enough for the ponies. Fritz heard a distant sprint to the right and checked the cameras and confirmed his fears. Foxy was charging the office from the right. “HOOO DAMN!” Fritz yelled as he slammed his hand on the button. The door quickly dropped just as the fox was about to dive through the door. Fritz returned to the office chair and checked the cameras outside the doors. They were both clear but when he went to the one that Foxy had ran too, he was met with the fox pounding on the door. It was odd, because Fritz didn't hear any noise on his end.

Checking the middle hallway cam, he noticed a small twitch of movement from the edge of the office’s light. Lowering the camera to look he saw 1 and a half green ears and thicker, larger white eyes leaning into the office. The whole colour and eyes looked familiar but Fritz couldn't put his finger on it. Nevertheless, he closed the door. Checking the right door again he noticed the fox was gone and opened it. Just as he was about to check the left hall the power went out and the whole room went dark.

“Awww!” Fritz said in anger. He felt a vibration in  his pocket and took out his phone. Pressing the button to answer the call, he placed the phone to his ear. “Hey, the powers out.” Fritz said in a quick and panicked tone. “No problem. Just flip the power switch off and on. Its right behind you. Oh, and might wanna use your flashlight to make sure nothings in the room.” Scott said from the safety of the guest room. Fritz lowered the phone and flipped the red switch in the open-panelled breaker box. The light quickly came on and the doors snapped shut. “Alright, thanks Scott.” Fritz said and hung up, tossing his phone onto the desk.

“Oh hey… 5 AM.” Fritz whispered to himself. Checking all the door cams, he opened up each and shined the flashlight in his hand at the door. After double checking the all clear, he opened each door and checked every camera again for the green rabbit thing. The ears looked damaged and not as flat a Bonnie’s but he checked on Bonnie either way. He knew he had seen it befo-

Tink

Fritz lowered the camera tablet onto the desk and looked to where the sound had came from. There was nothing in the small corner of the office but he decided not to fully check anyways because if he went near that door he was dead. Going back to check the cameras the whole screen was black with a think layer of static spread on to the camera like butter on bread. In the upper left, in red and flashing was a simple message.

CAMERA ERROR

“Oh god why?!” Fritz yelled and called Scott while checking each door with the flashlight. “Ugh… Hey Fritz isn't your shift over?” Scott moaned over the phone. Fritz felt bad for waking him up even though he was in serious danger. “Hey, Scott uh… The cameras are broken.” A moment of silence went through. “What?” Scott said in a flat almost upset tone. “Yeah.. The cameras say ‘Camera error’ in all red on the tablet.” Fritz checked the left door and saw Freddy there. “God..” Fritz closed the door and waited for Scott to respond. “You could just wait it out…” Scott checked the clock in the room. “It's just about six anyways.” Scott said. “Alright… It'll be hard considering I cant see whats on the other side of the doors.” Fritz said and checked the front and right door. “See you soon Scott.” Fritz said and hung up. The rest of the night went pretty calmly, and the animatronics returned to their spots. Fritz didn't see that weird Zom-Bonnie thing again. He decided it was just one of the many weird hallucinations the building used on its employees. He sat up from his chair and flipped on the main solar power switch, turning every light in the building on and kicking on all offline security systems. “Well…” Fritz walked down the hall and looked down each hallway then proceeded out into the main area. He looked over to pirates cove, still no movement, then to the prize counter. “Nope. Still nothing.” Fritz walked over to the front lobby area and opened the door for the rest of the guards who all went to their positions. Mike ran down to the office for the day-shift, Scott ran behind the counter with Jeremy.  They chose them  as the cashiers because they were the nicest next to Fritz, but he always leaves to sleep after his shift. Then Chris walked through the door. “Chris where the hell did you go?!” Jeremy yelled to him. Chris turned to face him, mop in hand.  “I was on break.” Jeremy face-palmed. “You don’t just ‘go on break’ when were on an alien planet Chris.” Chris nodded thoughtfully. “I guess I'll just go clean up.” Chris walked deeper into the building and started cleaning. Scott turned to Jeremy. “We need to get him a better job.” Scott whispered. “True.” Jeremy nodded.

‘Business came in as usual. Colts and fillies happy to see their robotic friends accompanied their paranoid parents. It seemed like every adult in this country was bracing for us to turn into satan and eat them. I guess the princess did us a solid for no reason by allowing us to run the building. We made some ads earlier but we left them inside the guest room, Fritz said when he was done sleeping he’d go put them up around town. We needed an increase in earn considering the money the Princess gave us is our life blood. It's like the defibrillator to a dead body while our main income  from the Pizzeria is someone hitting a  dead body in the lungs with a huge stick until he wakes up. It's that low. Its probably because we serve foods horses cant eat, so were going out later today to clean our shirts and buy new foods and drinks to serve. I'm glad that Grape jelly bagel butthole toast fucker is dead.’

Scott folded up the sheet of paper and placed it in his pocket. He stuck the pen back in the holster and waited with Jeremy for the clock to tick and them to go on break. “What did you just write?” Jeremy asked. “Nothing. Just… Keeping a journal of sorts to show people of we ever go home.” Scott looked to Jeremy, who had a visibly sadder face. “I never even thought about going home… But… Id rather stay here.” Scott knew that Jeremy had been abused by his parents and bullied by many, but he never knew it was serious enough to make him not go home at all. But fuck it. “Neither would I.” Scott said, and smile at Jeremy. He smiled back. The clock ticked and Fritz and Chris walked behind the counter. “Bye guys.” Fritz yelled out to them was they walked out the door. Mike switched to the main hall camera and yelled bye throught the door. They called bye back, and went on to find something to eat. “How much do you have on you?” Scott asked. “I've only got like…” Scott counted the money in his hand while Jeremy reached into his pocket. “Uh… $12.” Scott finished and looked to Jeremy. “I've got $9.” Jeremy said. “What did you spend the $20 we all take on?” Scott asked. Whenever they left they took $20 for lunch. “I bought a few drinks from the vending machine…” Jeremy said, slowly pushing the small can of unnamed soda back into his pocket. “Not bad. Now I'm thirsty.” Scott said and looked around the Canterlot street. Sure there were a lot of ponies that gave them scared and frightful faces. But when they made eye contact with the guards they probably assumed they just became sterile.

At least that's what it looks like.

“There!” Jeremy yelled out, noticing a small lemonade stand run by 2 small fillies. They looked familiar, but Scott would have to check the camera footage to fully know of they were the 2 best friend fillies that were in the pizzeria earlier. They walked over there, drawing awkward stares from the surrounding ponies but eventually reached the stand. The 2 fillies were scared until they realized who it was. They got in a conversation about the best animatronic. But fillies had an affinity for the bland pizza they made considering they had to remove all meat.

At least they got to eat all the bacon.

Anyways, the two fillies loved Chica as if she was a god. Scott tried to reason about why Foxy was the best and Jeremy joined in with more yelling about why Bonnie's was the best. Eventually they settled on Freddy considering he was the leader, but they still held there inner feelings for the two humans robotic employees. The lemonade was good, not too diabetes-inducing and the hard working fillies were given the rest of what was in the guards pockets, which filled them with joy. Scott swore a silent vow to destroy Chica for tainting the minds of the young.

Everybody knew pirates were the shit, right?

Jeremy drank his lemonade slowly. They found a small picnic table to sit at in a small park-like area. the snobby ponies quickly noticed and ran off to their money. “Hey Jeremy, why didn't you offer me the soda can you have?” Scott asked. “What canned beverage?” Jeremy was an awful liar. “Jeremy, either you have a dick problem or that's a can.” Jeremy's cheeks reddened but continued his lying. “I'm telling you I don’t have one.” Scott sighed. “Yeah you do. Its in your damn pocket.” Scott was starting to get mad. “Ok fine.” Jeremy took the small red can out of his pocket. “Here.” Scott didn't touch the can. “I don’t need it now stupid. We just got lemonade.” Jeremy looked at Scott. “I hate you so much.” Jeremy plopped his head onto the table. “Well, it looks like our breaks over. We should probably head back unless we want to not lose anything.” Scott and Jeremy stood up and walked back to the pizzeria… If they remembered the route.

…..

Who would rob aliens?

Mike flipped through the cameras and noticed the ponies weren’t moving around at all. They were visibly scared of something. Tapping the camera to the entrance, he noticed a small group of ponies in ski masks. Mike looked up and stared blankly at the wall. “Who the fuck would rob aliens?” Mike asks himself and flicks on the mic. A audible crackle comes from the camera on the wall and the 3 masked ponies, One brandishing a knife, look to it. “Hey shitface.” The ponies get closer to the camera. “I'm coming for you.” Mike turns off the camera tablet after retracting the camera. They read more thoroughly through the manual and found that to avoid damage, the cameras could be retracted into a small section of the wall that would close it off. Mike took the handgun out of the holster and walked down the hall. Passing by multiple ponies trying to hide from the masked fiends. For every group or pony he walked by he told them to get into the office and close the door. After every 3 doors were closed, Mike exited into the open area near the cove, prizes and show stage. On of the ponies looked to him and called out to the rest. Mike took aim with the gun, constantly switching through the 3 ponies. “Lister up horse fuckers!” Mike yelled. “You're gonna leave in cuffs out your gonna leave in body bags!” The 3 seemed unfazed by his words. One took a step towards Mike and he shot a bullet near his hoof. The ponies pupils shrank and he took a jump back. The sound of a charging spell was heard to the 2 other ponies, but the glow and sound was undetectable to Mike. “Now lay down you weapons!”

CRACK!

Mike dropped to the ground, unconscious. Two of the ponies went over and tied him up. The unicorn dropped the chair he used to knock Mike out with. A small stain of blood on the leg. Suddenly, multiple gunshots burst through the door into the open area, the shooters weren't spotted due to them popping back into cover.

…..

Jeremy and Scott walked up to the pizzeria, noticing the door broken open. “Uh oh.” Scott says and reaches for the gun on his hip. They walked through the door, Jeremy sticking close behind him and noticed Fritz and Chris tied up unconscious behind the counter with a group of ponies. The register looked to be in the process of being broken open. A muffled angry voice came through the wall, attracting the attention of the two. They moved towards the closed door and Scott took the phone off his head and placed it to the door. A loud crack was heard, then the crumple of fabric. Scott placed the phone back on his head and turned to Jeremy. “Were getting robbed and Mike either just died, or had a bone snapped.” Scott got onto one of the sides of the door. “Were going in.” Jeremy shakily grabbed the pistol and had a bit of a struggle getting it out. He got on the opposite side of the door. “Just shoot in the room and try not to hit Mike.” Jeremy nodded and Scott placed his hand on the door. Scott slowly opened the door and picked targets. He told Jeremy who he was aiming for and for Jeremy to take the rest, but Scott aimed for all of them in is mind. Jeremy might not hit any of them or even fire the gun. Scott took aim at the unicorn closest to the door and fired a bullet. The ponies jumped at the sudden noise but the unicorn dropped. Jeremy blind fired a few bullets, hitting the ponies but not on vital locations. They dropped onto the ground in agony and Scott yelled to Jeremy. “Go try to wake them up! If they don’t to get the pony police people!” He kicked the weapons away from the fallen ponies and picked up Mike’s gun after checking of he was alive. A few minuets later Jeremy showed up with a group of royal guards and doctors. They loaded Mike and Fritz in and said Chris didn't need any medical attention, but they left him with a bandage on his head. The ponies came out of the office and reunited with their family's who were tied up with Chris and Fritz.

Scott stood across the street with Jeremy and watched the ponies organize their business. Scott sighed. “What is it?” Jeremy asked, looking up to him. “Nothing. Just… déjà vu.” Scott sighed and walked with Jeremy back to the castle. Reporters gathered around the duo as they walked and they casually answered some questions.

Maybe this wouldn't be a fresh start.