Five Nights at Mocha's

by The 14th Doctor

Rating: mature
Tags: Mystery, Dark, Equestria Girls, Science Fiction, Random, Crossover
Length: 3275

Vanilla Mocha owns a pizzeria, but she needs someone to handle the night shift for her.

While working a job at his best friend's restaurant, Galaxy Nebula tackles the night shift of Vanilla Mocha's Pizzeria. Something is off about the animatronics though. They want Galaxy dead, but why? He will find out one way or another, even if it kills him.

Rated Mature and Gore for frightening scenes, suspenseful moments, strong language, jumpscares, and FNaF animtronics in general

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2016-02-26 00:54:52 UTC

Prelude: The Night Shift

     Vanilla Mocha, proud owner of Vanilla Mocha's Pizzeria, was looking around her new restaurant. A few workers were setting up the animatronics known as Freddy Fazbear, Bonnie the Bunny, and Chica the Party Duck. Two workers came to Mocha with a withered and broken fox pirate animatronic. "He desperately needs repairs. Put him in Pirate's Cove, I'll have him fixed up." Mocha told them. They nodded and did so, closing the curtain to cover up Foxy the Pirate Fox. About an hour later that very day, Freddy and his pals were singing songs for the children. I'm Galaxy Nebula, a friend of Mocha's. I was standing in a corner with my arms crossed and my dark blue security hat tipped to cover my eyes. I was wearing a dark blue security jacket, a white dress shirt underneath, a red tie, black dress pants, and my favorite blue converse high tops. "Heya Galaxy." Mocha said. I looked up, not excited, but this job payed well.

       "I am not excited for tonight." I told her. "I mean, come on, Mocha. I have to watch those?" I gestured to Freddy, Bonnie, and Chica. "They're not going to cause me any trouble at all. They're just animatronics that sing for the kids. What kind of harm could they do?" I asked, raising my eyebrow. Mocha smirked.

         "I'd watch them just in case." She hinted. She was wearing a blue blouse, black skirt, and black heels. It was her work attire. Both me and her were at least 25 years old. I had a wife as well, Crystal Harmony. She didn't like it when I took on dangerous jobs. So, she suggested that I work at Mocha's Pizzeria. "I even heard that the character I had put in Pirate's Cove today," Mocha pointed to the curtain behind her, "gets more active the longer the cameras stay off. So I'd keep an eye on him." Mocha suggested. I shrugged. It was almost 11:00 PM. "And......there's your cue. Better get set up in the office, Galaxy. I'll see you tomorrow. Don't forget to unlock the door in the morning." Mocha said as she grabbed her coat and walked out the door. She locked it. I sighed and spun my keys on my belt to unlock the office. I settled down and cracked my knuckles.

         "OK, animatronics. It's showtime." I said as I flipped the the office lights on.

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Five Nights at Mocha's

Night 1: The terror begins

   12:00 AM rang in just as I had finished closing up the Pizzeria. The phone rang and a message came out. "Hello? Hello, hello! Hey, hey. Welcome to Vanilla Mocha's Pizzeria! Now, to be honest, I don't know why anyone would take this job, mainly because of the, uh, animatronics here. Uh, the characters do tend to get a bit quirky at night, but, hey, do I blame them? No. If I were forced to sing the same songs for children everyday, I'd get edgy too. So just be aware, the characters do tend to wander at night. Uh, that's only due to the uh, free-roaming mode installed, I guess." The message was saying. My eyes shrunk a bit as I checked the cameras. "They used to be able to wander during the day, too. Then, sadly, there was 'The Bite of '87'." My eyes widened even more. "It amazes me how someone can survive without the frontal lobe." The message continued.

    "Wait, wait, wait. So these things actually come to life?" I asked myself. "That is not good. That is not good at all. And who the fucking hell installs a free-roaming mode in a fucking animatronic in the 21st century! That's as bad a Dalek with a fucking buzz-saw!" I complained.

    "So, yeah, uh, good luck with the job, and uh, see you tomorrow." The voice on the message said as the phone hung up. I checked the camera again, and I saw that Bonnie was gone.

     "Oh, fuck. Bonnie's gone. Bonnie's gone!" I said. "Ah fuck, where is he?" I asked myself as I panned through the cameras. I went to camera 3 and saw him. "Oh, hi! There he is. Hello, Bonnie!" I gulped. "Shit, what do I do?" I then saw the pizzeria map. "Oh! OK, I get it now. I'm only fucked if he gets to the office. OK, I should be good for awhile. It's only 12:30 AM, that's good. 90% power. I'm good." I relaxed a bit, but I was still concerned. That's when I panned back to the cameras and saw Bonnie had moved. "Oh shit." I poked my head out of the office. "He's going to show up soon. I don't want him to fucking show up!" I shouted. I pressed the light button and there was Bonnie. I jumped letting out a yelp of surprise. "Jesus! That was scary as hell." I breathed heavily as I watched Bonnie moved back. "Yeah back off!" I told Bonnie. As I was checking the stage, I noticed that Chica had moved. "Ah shit. Chicha's gone too." I groaned. When I panned over to Pirate's Cove, I heard a noise. A voice, singing something.

     "Da da dum dum dum dum, dum dum dum diddly doom doom doom, diddly doom, dum dum diddly dum dum dum dum diddly dum dum dum dum dum." The voice sung. My brown eyes shrank again.

      "Shit, that's Foxy." I gulped. "Fuck, fuck, Foxy's active. Oh shit, what do I do?" I asked myself while checking the time. "It's only 2 AM and all of them except Foxy and Freddy are gone!" I groaned. That's when I checked my right and saw Chica in the window. I yelped in surprise and slammed the door shut. "Oh fuck!" I said as I jumped back, rolling in my chair a bit. "Damn it, Chica!" I growled at the poster in front of him. "Celebrate, yeah right! These animtronics want to fucking kill me!" I realized, now serious.

       "It's me....." A voice whispered. A golden version of Freddy sat right in front of me and disappeared after about a few seconds. I let out a yell of complete fright.

        "Ah, fuck you! Oh god! What the fuck! What the fuck, OK?!" I asked no one. "Not OK!! Jesus, what the fuck was that?" I asked, scratching my head. I checked the stage once again. Freddy was still on the stage.

        About 2 hours later, Bonnie was in the party room and Chica was in the restrooms. It was about 2:50 AM, and I had about 60% power left. That's when I realized it. Better late than never. I thought. "OK, I have to watch the cameras so they don't come after me. OK. That makes a lot of sense now." I said. Just then, Chica jumped out from the window, scaring me half to death. I let out a surprised yelp. "Fucking fuck!" I screamed as I rubbed my eyes from the scare. Chica laughed and ran back to the party room. I then heard a clattering from the kitchen. "Someone's in the kitchen." I gasped. Unfortunately, I couldn't see the camera for the kitchen, just audio. I did hear a laugh though. I made a spluttering noise as I changed cameras. My eyebrows made a straight line of seriousness when I heard a laugh.

       "Wait a second, was that Freddy?" I asked. "That might've been Freddy stomping." I guessed. As I checked the camera, I noticed Freddy's eyes staring right at me in the camera. "Fuck, fuck. He's going to kill me." I gulped. The clock read 3:30 AM. "Come on, just get to 6 AM, damn it. I should be able to survive the first night, at least!" I yelled. Foxy sang again. "Oh my Celestia, Foxy. Shut the fuck up!" I yelled at Foxy. "Jesus Christ, this job is going to kill me." I groaned, planting my face on the desk. Freddy was laughing in the kitchen again. The clock now read 3:45 AM.

     "Oh come on! It's only been 15 minutes?!!!" I exclaimed, sighing. I thought it was a good idea to call Mocha, but she was asleep in her nice, comfy home. "Quillton almost never sleeps. I bet he will know what to do." I said as I dialed my best friend's number. Quillton picked up.

     "Hello?" He answered. I relaxed. He always answers. I thought.

     "Heya Quill, you busy?" I asked.

     "Nope, although I was working on a new way to travel in time." Quillton sounded confident. "Wait a minute, aren't you working that night shift job at Mocha's new pizzeria?" He asked. I nodded.

     "Yep, it's about 4 AM now." I said. "I swear, these animatronics want to kill me!" I panicked. "They keep jump-scaring me!" I told Quillton.

     "Whoa, whoa. Calm the hell down, first of all. I can come by tomorrow night and help you watch the next night. I want to see these animtronics for myself." Quillton said. I sighed.

     "Thanks, buddy. You're a life saver." I told my best friend, who chuckled over the phone.

     "What can I say? I am me, after all." Quillton laughed. "See you tomorrow." He said. I hung up and panned through the cameras again, and Bonnie was next to the door.

     "Oh fuck!" I almost dropped my phone as Bonnie's face appeared in the door. Bonnie laughed and ran to the party room. "Fuck you, Bonnie! Fuck you!" I yelled as I breathed heavily. I checked the time. It was about 4:30 AM. "OK, doing good so far. 40% power, it's 4:30 AM, and I'm good." I said to myself. That's when I heard another sound. It sounded like Chica moaning. "Chica, no you don't." I said. Chica laughed and ran back. "God, these animatronics are going to kill me." I sighed.

     "Damn right, we are!" A voice shouted from down the hallway. I jerked back, rolling in my chair.

     "Shit, was that Foxy?" I asked. I checked the cameras. Foxy was poking his head out of the curtain. "Ohh.......fuck." I gulped. The clock rang 5:00 AM. "Come on, come on, one more hour to go." I said, praying to myself. I was sweating from tension. 59 minutes later, I had 10% power left. Bonnie was just about to jump-scare me when the clock rang 6:00 AM. All the animatronics reset. I whooped in triumph. "Ha ha ha!! Take that, you stupid animatronics!" I laughed. I unlocked the door and Mocha walked in. She smiled.

      "Have a good first night?" She asked. I nodded.

      "Except for the part with the animatronics trying to kill me!" I told her. Mocha giggled.

      "Silly, they're not trying to kill you. They're trying to play with you. They wanted to have some fun. They do this with every new night guard I've hired." She laughed. I scratched my head in confusion. Who knows what night 2 would bring for me. I was concerned about Golden Freddy though.

      "I'll deal with him tomorrow." I told myself, unlocking the other door just as the customers pulled in for a nice, tasty slice of pizza.

Night 2: Faster than Foxy!!

   It was bout 7:00 PM when I got dressed for my 2nd night. I sighed. "Night 2, here I come." I said. Mocha was in her office, so I couldn't bother her. Freddy, Chica, and Bonnie were on stage singing for the children. I glanced at Pirate's Cove, and wondered why Foxy was different than the others. A few hours later, I was walking to the office, spinning my keys. My buddy Quillton was with me.

    "Galaxy, I don't see why these animatronics are so much of a problem." He said. I sighed and played Night 2's message.

    "Hey hey! Glad you came back for another night!" It said. "Now, I don't think I can stress enough on this, but you may want to watch Pirate's Cove often. Uh, the character in there does seem a bit strange in his own way, and becomes more active the longer the cameras stay off. So just be aware of him, and if the animatronics do end up finding you, just play dead. Of course, you may be stuffed inside a Freddy suit so I wouldn't recommend it." It told me and Quillton. "See you on the flipside." It hung up, and as I lowed the camera, A golden Freddy appeared out of nowhere, scaring us both to near-death.

    "Ah fuck. God damn it!" Quillton growled as the Golden Freddy went away. "Jesus, what the fuck was that?" He asked me, concerned. My face was plain and serious.

     "That was a golden version of Freddy, apparently." I said, panning through the cameras. It was then I heard a song. My eyes widened. "Fuck, Foxy's active." I gulped, opening the door and poking my head out. I whipped it side to side before I saw Foxy poking his head out of Pirate's cove, his hook brandished and ready to strike. "Eep!" I made a small squeak before bringing my head back in the room, shutting the door. Quillton raised an eyebrow at Foxy on the camera.

     "Really? An animatronic fox with a hook scared the living fuck out of you just now?" He asked me skeptically. I nodded my head. "Oh for Christ's sake, what can these bloody animatronics do?" Quillton asked. Then, as he opened the left door, Chica jumped out and scared him. "Ah, fuck! Jesus!" Quillton yelled as he clutched his chest to get his heart-rate down. "Holy fuck, that was scary." I cautiously panned through the camera, keeping an eye on Pirate's Cove. Then, Foxy did it again.

  "Da da dum dum dum dum, dum dum dum diddly doom doom doom, diddly doom, dum dum diddly dum dum dum dum diddly dum dum dum dum dum." Foxy sung. My pupils shrank in fear and horror.

   "Ooh, fuck. That's not good. Stay calm. Everybody stay calm. Keep your cool, Galaxy. Oh my god, Foxy, shut up!" I yelled as Foxy kept singing. "Jesus, was Mocha telling the truth about these things testing me or do they actually want to fucking kill me?" I asked. Quillton shrugged. The right door was open, and, suddenly, I saw Foxy sprinting down the hall. "Ooh! Quillton, close the door!" I exclaimed. Quillton shut the door just as Foxy arrived, pounding on the hard, metal door. "Ha! No, no, you don't! No, you fucking don't!" I laughed, sticking up my middle finger at him. Foxy growled and ran back to Pirate's Cove. Quillton laughed.

   "Ha! Take that, you damn fox!" He said, checking the camera. Chica was in the party room with Bonnie. Then, suddenly, Chica's cupcake came out of nowhere scaring us both. We both let out yelps of fright.

   "Ooh fuck! Fuck, that wasn't supposed to happen." I gulped. Quillton nodded. A clattering sound was heard in the kitchen, followed by steps. "What's that? That was a new noise." I said. Finally, the kitchen camera powered on, and Freddy was staring right into the camera. "Oh......fudgesicles." I said, knowing I was doomed. I shut the left and right door with only 50% power. It was 2 AM. "What! It's only 2 AM in the fucking morning and already everyone's active!" I groaned. "God damn it, Nights 3, 4, and 5 are going to be a bitch." I told Quillton. Freddy finally made an appearance, scaring me, but I didn't react. "Yes, I know. Fuck you, too!" I cursed, sticking up both my middle fingers at Freddy.

   "Maybe they are just trying to play? I mean, we're not dead, we're only being scared." Quillton shrugged. Bonnie scared us again. "Yes, Bonnie, we know! You're a dick, we get it!" Quillton yelled. The clock read 2:45 AM with 30% percent power. My pupils shrank.

    "30%?! Not good. Not good, not good, not good. Come on, come on. 6 AM please!" I pleaded to my watch, which rang to 2:47 AM. I growled in frustration, put my legs up on the desk, and got out a book. Quillton was appalled.

    "You're reading a book to help pass the time?!" He almost shouted. I shrugged and adjusted my hat, closing the door just as Foxy was about to scare us. Foxy pounded on the door, and when he opened it, I stuck up his right middle finger at him. Foxy muttered something and ran back to Pirate's Cove.

     "Why not? You got a better way to pass the time?" I asked. My best friend shrugged and panned through the cameras. He then noticed something.

     "Odd. Everyone by Foxy is back in their place on stage. I think this is Foxy's night." Quillton told me. I gulped.

     "That's not good. That's so not fucking good. According to that pre-recorded message, Foxy is unique in his own way." I told him. Quillton looked at me skeptically.

     "Unique how?" He asked. I checked the time. It was nearly 4 AM, and Foxy was poking his head out of Pirate's Cove, waiting to strike. Quillton made a small noise of fear and ducked his head back in the office.

     "That's how." I told him. I turned the page of my book. The clock hit 3 AM with only 25% power left. I hoped we made it to Night 3. Meanwhile, the animatronics on stage were staring at the camera, planning something.

      "That guard almost wet his pants when I scared him!" Bonnie laughed. Foxy put earmuffs on in his Cove because he found Bonnie the most annoying. "I'm telling you, Freddy, 3 more nights of this guy and he'll run home crying!" Bonnie giggled. Chica laughed. Freddy smiled a bit then stared at the camera. "Seeing if it will move?" Bonnie asked. Freddy nodded. Then, the camera moves to the right, and Foxy sprinted down the hallway to a closed door, knocking on it. The noise startled me and Quillton. I pressed the light and saw Foxy outside. I made a small squeak and turned off the light. I put my back against the door and Quillton looked up.

       "Foxy's outside." I told him. He gulped. I pressed the light again and saw Foxy was gone. "He's gone." I told Quillton. He sighed. Around 4:30 AM, with only 20% power left, Chica decided to jumpscare us again, which made me fall out of my chair and onto the floor. Quillton clutched the desk to avoid falling over.

        "Damn it, Chica!" He growled as he got back up. We then heard a noise in the kitchen. I gulped.

         "Oh, the sounds, I don't like them." I said as I lifted up the camera and saw Foxy sprinting down the hall. "Ah fuck! No! No!" I yelled as I tried to close the door just before Foxy screeched and laughed. "Fucking fuck!" I cursed. Quillton growled at Foxy. "I tried to push the button!" I told him as I clutched my chest to settle my heartbeat. It soon hit 6 AM about an hour and a half later. Mocha unlocked the door as me and Quillton walked over to her. She smiled, but could tell I had a rough night.

          "Rough night?" She asked me sympathetically. I nodded.

          "You have no idea." I told her as Quillton walked to his car and headed home. Night 3, here we come.