Night guards of Equestria

"PIZZA FOR EVERYONE!!!!" A loud shout rang through the pizzeria. Two metallic doors swung open, and pizza flew out, un-boxed, onto the floor.

"Mike, stop! You messed it all up!" A mechanical whine emitted from a yellow robotic chicken, more humanoid than not.

"So? You made at least twenty other pizzas!" a gray figure retorted.

He wore a blue security outfit, the hat tipping down slightly.

"Yeah? And how many animatronics are their in this place?" the yellow robot argued back.

"Well, none of them eat" Mike pointed out.

The yellow robot face-palmed.

"Er... Help me get the other pizzas" she sighed.

"So I can throw them out again?" Mike smiled innocently.

"No! So you can put them on the table!" the yellow robot stuck a finger out the door, over at a table.

"Whatever you say, Chica. I must abide by the duck`s rules" Mike began to pick up a few pizza boxes.

'Chica' growled, turning around slowly.

"What did you just call me?" she asked in a whispery tone.

"A duck? yeah" Mike shrugged, holding back a smile.

"I AM NOT A DUCK!!!" Chica cried, glaring at Mike during her rant. Mike only shrugged.

"Whatever you say, duck" he walked out the door with five pizza boxes.

"Uh! I am CHICA, the CHICKEN!!! Not duck!" she continued to rant on.

"CH-ica, CH-icken. Not Chica duck!".

Mike smiled as she kept on whining, even after he`d placed the boxes on the table randomly.

Another person walked into the room, apparently interested in whatever Chica was shouting about.

"Hey Jeremy, your just in time!" Mike welcomed the smaller question mark face bearing person.

"T-thank you? What`s even going on?" Jeremy asked worriedly.

"Chica`s just talking to herself" Mike smiled, leaning against one of the dining room chairs.

"Uh-huh. W-where`s everyone else?" Jeremy was in the middle of asking, as more characters began to show up.

One was a blue gay looking bunny with eye-lashes, having rosy cheeks.

He was a guy.

Another was a red fox like animatronic, wearing a hook and eye-patch to give him a pirate like look.

And lastly was another person, of course wearing a security outfit. Cause why not???

He had purple hair.... And purple skin.

Yeah, and did I mention no pupils or iris`?

He wore his hair in a ponytail, casually walking over to the two other (guards?).

"Whats going on with Chica?" he asked Mike, whom couldnt hold in a snicker.

"Well, um... She`s just talking to her-"

"What did you do?".

"I called her a duck" Mike sighed. Chica was still ranting on to the wall.

The guard in front of Mike snickered.

"Well, she`s one-"

"Vincent, NO" Jeremy and Mike stated firmly, causing the other guard to step back.

Chica stomped out into the party, room, her face twisted with anger.

"What were you thinking?" Jeremy whispered to Mike.

The guard snickered.

"Oh, cmon! Its funny".

"Not when she tries to pull your face off" Vincent pointed out, making Mike shudder.

Chica glared at Mike, but her face lightened as the animatronics approached.

"Diner!!!" She waved an arm to a brown bear-like robot, whom face-palmed on sight.

"What?" Chica asked in confusion, tilting her head to one-side.

"How many times to do I have to tell you?" the bear sighed.

"About what?" she asked. Her face was as innocent as ever.

"We can`t eat?" the brown robot waved his arm a bit to gesture their inability.

"Oooh" Chica deadpanned.

"Well, we can pretend!" she jumped away, leaving the robot with another face palm.

Basically the night went by normally, save for a bit of failed prank attempts.

Of course Chica glitched out whence she attempted to eat pizza.

The hours slowly grew on, until the time became around 5:50.

Vincent got up, walking over to where Chica had made many random foods, most un-edible.

There was one last oatmeal cookie on the platter deemed 'edible'.

Balloon Boy, a small boy-like robot took notice, immediately swinging off of the chair he sat in, his legs hitting the floor with a loud 'thump'.

He then proceeded to waddle over towards Vincent and the platter.

Vincent took notice, awaiting Balloon Boy to come.

As the blue and red striped shirt boy got close enough to grab the cookie, Vincent swiped it from the plate.

Balloon Boy snatched at the platter, surprised as he held up an empty Lego like hand.

He looked at Vincent, and then his right hand, which held the oatmeal cookie.

"Oh no, don`t even think about it" Vincent backed up, as Balloon Boy slowly attempted to come after the purple security guard.

Yeah, robots cant eat, but Balloon Boy had been programmed with a childs mind.

So, ya know, he thought he could eat.

"G-give me the cookie" Balloon Boy said hastily.

"Nu-uh, ugly" Vincent teased him. Balloon Boy puffed out a pouty face, his triangle nose NOT helping this endeavor in any way. he had creepy over detailed blue eyes, and an ever smiling toothed grin.

He bore a propeller hat, matching his shirt in colors, with a tiny yellow propeller at the top.

His normal yellow and red striped balloon wasn`t in sight, nor was the regular 'balloons!' sign he held.

"Hey, that`s mean!" Chica growled from over at the dining table, but struggled to hold in a laugh.

"Cookie" Balloon Boy simply stated, his arms out for the tiny cookie of his death.

Vincent stopped, allowing Balloon Boy to get close enough to reach it. He then raised his arm just out of reach.

The childish robot attempted to jump for it, of course failing due to his tiny legs.

"No cookie" Vincent smirked.

"Cookie!" Balloon Boy yet again attempted jumping for the darn thing.

"Yeah... No" Vincent stepped back from Balloon Boy, and began to nibble on the oatmeal cookie.

Balloon Boy almost looked heart-broken.

"Cookie!" he whimpered in a low shout.

All eyes were focused on the small event going on- Vincent was eating a cookie, while Balloon Boy sat their and whined for his potential death.

Mike could only get out a face-palm.

After Vincent was done, he simply turned around and walked off, into the main hallway near the office.

Balloon Boy stood there, whimpering for his cookie.

Just a regular night.

I guess.

"Whelp, our shift`s over" Mike nudged Jeremy, whom jumped back a little.

"Y-yeah, i`m surprised Scott and Fritz took the night off" the small security guard remarked slightly.

"Meh, we should go get Vincent" Mike walked on towards the same hallway Vincent had left through. Jeremy followed close behind, reaching the end of the hallway, in which they turned down another one.

Four rooms aligned the walls, each being different party rooms for special occasions; more so birthdays and sneaky children than anything else.

"Vincent!" Mike called out to the dimly lit office room. He could see in it perfectly- so why was the purple uniform missing from the office chair?

Jeremy stayed even closer to Mike, a bit too close though as the guard pushed him back a bit.

"S-sorry" Jeremy silently stammered.

"Vinc-" Mike stopped his second call as a (dusty?) purple guard emerged from the shadows of one of the party rooms.

"Here" Vincent replied.

"Why are you... Dusty?" Jeremy asked, breaking the growing silence.

"No reason" Vincent began to walk past them, his normal insane smile planted on his face, and of course still no pupils or iris` in his eyes.

"Okay then" Mike turned back and began to follow Vincent.

He noticed Jeremy shaking at the fact a pair of red eyes stared at him.

Mike glared at them. It was Golden Freddy.

"Hey uh, why dont you go ahead and clock out? Goldy doesnt seem to be following the rules" Mike twisted his head to Golden Freddy, whom backed up quickly.

At least he thought it did.

"Y-yeah, okay. Thanks!" Jeremy smiled before dashing off.

"Okay, in all seriousness, why the heck are you suddenly covered in dust?" Mike demanded. Vincent looked no different from before as he stared at Mike.

"The vents were dirty?" Vincent suggested.

"Uh-huh, yeah..." Mike shrugged off any suspicion.

The two guards continued past the dining table, which was vacant of animatronics now.

They past the stage dotted with three other characters, one similar to Chica, except with rosy cheeks and a more... Feminine look.

The next being like the brown bear, just more teddy like, along with the doll like red cheeks.

The last one resembled a bunny, being blue. A guy, yeah.

A guy with eye-lashes and those rosy cheeks.

He might as well be gay.

A sudden thud came off of Prize corner.

It could have been the Puppet, but curiosity is cruel isn`t it?

"What was that?" Mike and Vincent both stopped. Another thud came from the prize corner.

"The puppet`s in the box, I checked" Vincent stated, before walking towards the tiny room. Mike followed, hands balled up in fists for whatever was there.

"A burglar?" Mike suggested.

"Nah, theyd of run and or died the moment they laid eyes on the puppet" Vincents smirk grew.

"... Really? You just HAVE to think of-"

"Yep".

The two proceeded in entering the prize corner room, a small space with a large present box and a few glass shelves. Balloons dotted the place too, and a small lullaby played near the large box.

It was mainly blue, with one magenta stripe going vertically down the middle.

"There`s nothing here..." Mike looked around.

Vincent glanced at the small shadowy spaces, finding nothing.

That was until he spotted a small brown blur flash by him and towards Mike.

"Mike, watch out!" Vincent shouted, of course it was too late as the brown blur pounced on Mike, a -claw?- hitting him square in the forehead.

The blur swiftly moved away, and out of sight, as Mike fell down unconscious.

Vincent`s smile faded.

Whomever was attacking, wasn`t humane.

And probably didn`t like the idea of having a buddy in crime, which caused Vincent to frown more.

Two yellow snake eyes glared at him, one being more narrow than the other, but both looked out of a fantasy book.

The eyes moved away and out of sight, leaving Vincent with an unconscious Mike.

"Uh..." he looked around the doorway.

With nothing there, he turned to look back at the back wall of the prize corner.

Scree

Vincent swung his head around back at the entrance, to be met with a sharp pain to his forehead.

...

And then nothingness.