"FN@F - The Bite of '87 - Chapt. 2 "A Strange Turn of Events"" By Skeptic_Writefag (https://pastebin.com/u/Skeptic_Writefag) URL: https://pastebin.com/XBDKwmrU Created on: Friday 22nd of August 2014 04:33:20 AM CDT Retrieved on: Friday 30 of October 2020 06:36:45 AM UTC “THAT’S SIMPLY WONDERFUL! OH-OH-OH! FREDDY! DO YOU THINK HE CAN BE A PART OF THE FREDDY FAZBEAR FAMILY??” the hare asked ecstatically. You did NOT like where this was going. >Christ, is that what she sounded like? >How could something that innocent sounding play with kids in the day and want to murder them at night? “I DON’T SEE WHY NOT BONNNNNNIE! NOW YOU RUN ALONG, YA SCAMP. LET CHICA KNOW TO MEET US BACKSTAGE. I THINK IT’S TIME WE MADE A FRESH BATCH OF PIZZAS. TO CELEBRATE!!” >The bunny gave a little hop, the metal clanking against the hard ground, and a yip of glee as listened to her legs speed off down the dark corridors towards what you assumed was the kitchen. >With her gone, all that was left to hear was the whirring of servos and pistons taking you to your doom. >All those nights.. wasted. >You let yourself get complacent and cocky, and this is how it was going to end. >… and for what? $120 a week? >The economy was bad but not that bad! >Your fear was quickly replaced with anger; soon rage. >but your thoughts were cut short once more, as the hefty paw released you and another placed you on top of a table, sitting you down. >Taking the opportunity to look around, the other heads sitting on dusty shelves confirmed that you were indeed backstage. >With the other suits. >Freddy takes a step back and watches you silently, eyes glued on your position. >You on the other hand avoid his gaze and look elsewhere. >About a minute went by and you’re about to make a break for the door labeled “employee’s only” but the other two bandmates are already coming through it, their features disturbing you that they were was up close. >The stench of decaying carcasses seems to follow as well. >As they stand on either side of the big guy Chica comes in carrying that same cupcake you’ve always seen her carry, and sets it down on the flat surface next to you. >She then does the same for another one she was apparently holding. >The second one was practically the same, except for one small detail. >It had the same shitty stenciled mustache you drew on it a week ago. >Guess it was too much to ask for two Mexicans to stick together afterall. >’Carlos Cupcake, you backstabbing sombitch, I always knew you were a mole for the [fuzz].’ “SO, WHEN ARE WE GON’ EAT?” Chica suddenly piped up. “CHICAAA, IS THAT ALL YOU EVER THINK ABOUT?” Bonnie retorted. >This seemed to get a rise out of Chica, “HEY, AT LEAST I CAN COOK BETTER THAN-“ “GIRLS PLEASE! LET’S NOT FORGET ABOUT OUR GUEST.” Freddy interrupted resting his paws on their shoulders. >They all turn to look at you once more. >Christ this is something out of some shitty soap box horror movie. >Freddy leans in closer, the smell of death and decay wafting from his chassis, and reaches his bulky arms, maw open wide to reveal parts of the endoskeleton within… >Well. It was a nice life while it lasted. >… his arms begin to squeeze around you, tightening slowly… >You could only play your death would be quick, as you squeezed your eyes shut for what was to come. >….. >Couple seconds go by. >Nothing. >Why isn’t anything happening? >You peep an eye open to stare at the other two looking back at you with those same grins that have been plastered on their face since you got here. > Freddy.. Freddy was holding you. He wasn’t constricting you to death, but he was just holding you motionlessly, the only sound you could hear coming from the idle humming of their machinery. >You then feel a series of pats on the back. >OW, FUCK, OW, THAT HURTS, MAN, QUIT IT. >Rough but it certainly wasn’t lethal. “WE’RE SO GLAD—“ *whrrr* He adjusts himself, voice lowering to a less booming volume and even giving an *Ahem!* [‘They don’t even have vocal chords, why?’] “ -- We are so glad that you could finally join the family. You’re safe now!” >Safe? >Now? >From who? Them? >You’re about to ask when he cuts you short “SAFE!” He boasts loudly once more, releasing you in an instant to throw his arms in the air, “We’re so glad Chica’s plan finally worked. It certainly took us a while, but we finally got you out of that gosh darn office! Gyuhuh!” >You’re assuming that was some kind of chuckle or chortle. >Wonder if Disney will sue. “YEAH!” *static* “I.. mean, yeah!” The yellow one proclaimed, “I din’t think you’d fall for the ol’ decoy, but ah guess worked!” She proclaimed >her thick accent sounded almost like someone from the Bronx. >That would explain the affinity for pizza. >Hang on: >Decoy? “Wait… so that Freddy I saw in the restrooms…” your voice trailed off, putting the pieces together. “I put it there!” Bonnie jumped in proudly, raising her hand up, “You were too busy listening to Chica to see me put it there!” >Well that made sense. She was decently fast. >Though not the fastest. “But.. why?” “You wouldn’t leave the office otherwise, lil buddy!” Freddy answered, starting to take on what you thought was a solemn tone, “We tried and tried again to sneak you out and stay with us, but every time you we did, you shut the door!” “I thought you were coming to kill me! The other guard, the one on the phone, he told me you would shove me in a suit because you thought I was an endoskeleton.” Chica that spoke up this time, “That is actually true.” She confessed, toying with her bib idly. >At this all three of them sunk their heads to look at the floor in some comically sad fashion. >What, did they rehearse this? “But after the first week, we realized that you couldn’t be one!” she continued, looking back at you, “We started to see how you were afraid! An animatronic that was afraid to get back into costume was something that didn’t occur to us! Since your behavior didn’t give it away as we calculated, your bodily functions did!” >Is she talking about..? >Oh. She is. >When you pissed yourself for the first time when they managed to make it half way to you in the office when you ran out of power. >You weren’t even ashamed given the circumstances. >You’re a little more perplexed by how they were self-aware of being animatronics in costumes. >Could they have always known and simply kept their character during the day? >How do you know you can trust them? >For all you know, they might want to build trust with you to bring in others to slaughter, bogus as it may sound. >Who would trust the very things that tried time and time again to murder you? “… This is a lot to take in.” “Well don’t worry about it, buddy!” Freddy blurted, practically slamming your back again, “Because your time is up, and our time is now,” He pointed to your watch, “Can’t ya see?” >He was right, it was about 5 minutes til 6. >Your shift was just about over. “So then now what? Where does this leave us?” Bonnie spoke up, her voice box glitching ever so slightly, like an embarrassed stutter. “We get to ch-charge up and get ready for the kids! We-We-We’ve got a band you kn-know.” Her expression taking on one of smugness. “Oh, right.” You half agreed, vaguely remembering the poster in your office. “Don’t be so down, sugar.” Chica said placing a metallically feathered hand on your shoulder, “You’ll see us every night as always.” >Oh god, no. >Well actually.. >You guess it wouldn’t be so bad now. >Supposedly they weren’t hunting you any further. >For now, anyway. “Welp!” your thoughts were once again interrupted by Bonnie’s cheery voice, “have a goodnight, Mister…” “Schmidt. Just call me Mike though.” >They all seemed pleased by the answer, eyes brightening a little before dimming slightly again. >Man this felt wrong. >You didn’t like the idea of being all buddy buddy with them, not in the slightest. “Way-ll then, G’night, MIIIIIIIKEY!” You heard Chica call over her shoulder as they made their way back to the stage to assume their positions for opening. “Gooooooood Night, MOIKE!” Freddy’s voice boomed with a resounding chuckle at the end. “Goo-Good Night, Mi-*static*ii-iiiIi—ke!” you heard finally from Bonnie as the silence crept back up on you. >You were alone again with your thoughts. >Your racing thoughts trying to make sense of what just happened. >You check your watch again and head back to the office to collect your things and clock out. >After all that was said and done: you took the exit out the back and locked up, heading back “home” without any further encounters. >Couldn’t help but think you may have been missing some detail going over the night in your head. >You’ll think on it tomorrow.