Five Nights, One Nightmare

August 27, 2017

Location: Freddy Fazbear's Pizza

"Hey! Guys! We found it!"

With a final swing of the sledgehammer, the boarded up wall crumbled, the planks of wood shattering and giving a clear entrance to the sealed safe room. A few more people showed up, all of them dressed in a company uniform, one or two of them wearing a different kind of said uniform. The man holding the sledgehammer stepped to the side, one of the engineers stepping into the decayed, rotted room, waving a hand to futilely try and push a few bits of dust away from his face.

Looking to his right, his eyes widened at the slumped over figure leaning against the wall, a faint light coming from both of its eyes. Said figure bore rabbit ears, one shattered, the other with tears in it, similar to those that its old, rotted, greenish-yellow body shared. On sight, the thing stopped twitching, and simply stated at the engineer, who responded with an equally emotionless gaze.

"After all these years..." The man said, as several of his co-workers entered the room as well, each one taking notice of the animatronic sitting against the wall. A woman looked at the back of the room, noticing another slumped over shape next to the arcade machines, the three of them still emitting a faint, flickering blue glow. She walked up to what seemed like a quadruped-based animatronic, taking note of the fact that it seemed untouched by time, looking pristine and clear of any damage.

"Guys, look at this one!" The woman called out, grabbing the attention of two of the others, another woman and a man heading over to her position. While they approached, she reached out, and clasped the left side of the animatronic's face in her left hand, examining it. It looked as if it were based on an equine, though it was wearing what appeared to be a pitch-black cap and trench coat, the grey, synthetic fur almost shining in the faded light of the arcade machines beside it.

"Is that a pony?" The man behind her asked. The woman beside him answered with, "I think so. Looks like a pegasus." "Maybe this one'll be usable, too. Doesn't look like he's broken, or anything. Just... Offline," the worker holding the pony commented.

Without warning, the animatronic pony's eyes snap open, immediately focusing on the one suspending his head in the air. While the female was confused as to why it was active, a flap of its metal wings pushed him away from her, putting some distance between the three people and the animatronic itself.

"... Okay. Calm down, buckaroo... We don't want to hurt you," the woman that had touched him seemed to say. 'Obviously not. Not with your reasons of being in this building,' the animatronic pegasus thought, and then hovered in the air, flapping his wings as the other company workers suddenly noticed it's presence.

"What the fuck is that?!" A man on the opposite side of the room exclaimed, followed by another saying, "I don't know, but it looks like it'll do fine for the attraction." 'The 'attraction?' What the hell are these people talking about?' The animatronic thought, only for a piece of drywall to be hurled in its direction.

"Subdue it! We'l bring it back for repairs, later!" The person carrying the demolition tool cried, grabbing a wood plank and throwing it towards the airborne animatronic.

Dodging the plywood, the pegasus bot ducked as the hammer soared above his head, knocking the hat he wore to the ground. As he dropped onto all fours, he took notice of the men and woman surrounding him, appearing apprehensive, even frightened or unsure of what they were doing. Simply picking his hat back up, he dusted himself off, the cap included, of which he placed back on his head. Not making any sudden movements to provoke the employees that grabbed him and strapped his wings to his body, he looked to his left, the 'deactivated' Spring-Bonnie suit seeming to return the gesture, while being carefully moved from his spot and into a moving crate, the animatronic pegasus getting the same treatment.

"Damn, this thing's light for its size! We could just carry it back to the attraction!" One of the men carrying it claimed. 'There they go again. The 'attraction.' What the buck is that, anyways?' The animatronic, once again, thought, as he felt himself, within the box, being placed in the back of a truck, which then supposedly drove away, bringing the pegasus and his 'offline' friend to a different place. After what felt like thirty minutes, he was moved, most likely into 'the attraction' the people that had found him kept mentioning. As he let out of the box, being told to stay put in the room he was placed in, he couldn't help but wonder about his actual friends, and whether or not that the replicas of their suits being used as decor was a bad thing.

On one of the nearby walls, however, he noticed a suspiciously familiar picture, which had been tacked up on there alongside multiple others. On the piece of paper, a drawing seemed to depict himself, sitting down, a child playing withwith what looked like a yellow Freddy Fazbear, with him in the background, showing Freddy a picture. The picture was too blurry to decipher the actual meaning behind it, but the words read, 'My day at Freddy's!' Oh, how he missed those days, where he was allowed to be with the children. Yet he was put away when good old Spring-Bonnie killed for the second last time in the suit/animatronic's existence.

Sighing, he leaned against the wall, monitoring the workers that were bringing in one of the arcade machines, and setting it up, plugging it in. After a few minutes of tracking their movements, Clockwork fell asleep, humming 'The Grandfather Clock' lullaby to himself, unaware of the Spring-Bonnie suit docilely watching him from across the hall. Within a few minutes, however, the clock in the room in the opposite end of the building struck 12, signalling the second shift of the week for the Night Guard.