"FN@F - The Bite of '87 - Chapt. 3 - Conspiracy"
By Skeptic_Writefag (https://pastebin.com/u/Skeptic_Writefag)

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Created on: Sunday 24th of August 2014 02:07:16 AM CDT
Retrieved on: Friday 30 of October 2020 06:36:44 AM UTC


>Back to the ol’ [grind]
>Yikes, even your own humor makes you cringe a little.
>It’s about half past 11 when you enter the pizzeria, and you make your way towards your office as per usual.
>About half way down the hall toward the Dining Room, a familiar door catches your attention.
>The Stage door. 
>Thinking back on the night before and the events that had transpired, your curiosity got the better of you, guiding your hand toward the latch and slowly sliding the door forward.
>The curtains at the end of the wide room were drawn shut, and not a sound could be heard. 
>You made your way up to the stage with a bit more confidence than you’re used to, but still treaded lightly with caution. 
>Gathering up your guts, metaphorically anyway, you stick your hands into the folds and part them to look onward at the machines.
>They were all there, sitting on the charging station-stage hybrid, only this time they were all online.

“LOOK EVERYONE! OUR OL’ PAL MIKEY IS BACK.” The heavy singer spoke up, mic brought to his metal jaws, “LET’S GIVE HIM A WAAAAAAAAAARM WELCOME, HA HA HA!”

>You were almost startled again by how loud his voice really was
>It was going to take some time getting used to these things actually talking for a change.

>As the kiddy band’s cheering and hollering died down, you checked your watch again.
>Still about 11:35 PM.

Quizzically you speak up, “Why are you guys online? You’re not due to boot up until midnight.”

“Aw, sugah, we’re always online. We just stopped it short today because we didn’t think we’d need all the extra power having to get you to come out of your little booth today!” She cooed, then suddenly looking a little worried, if that was even possible.
>Telling robotic features is difficult, and their design made this no easier.

“You… aren’t going to hide from us in that booth again, are you..?” she trailed off. 
>Could’ve sworn you saw a glint of light flash in Freddy’s eyes in that moment.

“N-no.” you answered stammered out, “I’m uh.. just going to hang out there for a bit though. I like it there.”

“But-but-but- Miiiike!” Bonnie started to whine, you couldn’t tell if her voicebox was glitching out or if it was just her stuttering again, “It’s so cramped in there-ere-ere-ere *static*”

“BONNNNNNIE.” 

“Yes Fre-Freddie?”

“I think our good friend, Mikey needs to grow get used to us first. You can’t rush the magic of friendship!”
>Oh god that was so mushy it was almost cringeworthy, but you were thankful for the gentle giant getting the bigger picture here.

>With that handled, you found yourself reclining in your rolling chair, idly toying with your stylus for the tablet..
>At first Bonnie was nearly hopping with glee along with you, but Chica stopped her mid-way to go make some pizzas.
>With the others off doing their rounds, stalking the halls as they normally had without malicious intent, you found the hours to drag by incredibly slow.
>You can’t believe you’re saying this, but you were actually BORED.

“Sigh.” 

>You flip through the cams once more, power at an all-time high; 
>76% remaining.
>It was 4 AM. 

*thmp thmp thmp*

>You check the tablet, camera on the supply closet having possibly seen something odd about the poster, but you switch it to Camera 2A just in time to see the Red Blur sprinting down the hall, jaw chomping hungrily as he cleared it in less than 2 seconds.
>Instinct kicks in and you jump out of your chair with a leap just in time to see his muzzle knocked down by the force of the door coming down, skimming the top of the muzzle.

“WHAT THE FUCK.” You yell angrily

>Fucking knew it.
>You fucking knew they would send him of all the bots to get you in the end. 
>Maybe they spared you because they didn’t have time last night. 
>You get up and head to the other door only to catch a glimpse of yellow through the darkness, running past your window to the same destination.
>Shit, you were cornered.
>The banging and screams from behind you raged as you backed against it, stealing a glance at the power supply; 67% , 2 bars of usage.

“BACK UP.” You threaten, swinging your tablet at her futiley

>Surprisingly she actually does back up a step, holding her arms up.

“Oi, quit swinging that, ya maniac! Ya, tryin’ to get foi’ahd [fired] awready?”

>At this, another figure rushed through the shadows to meet with the two of you.
>The purple hare, screeching to a halt outside the door froze at the sight of you seemingly fending off a surrendering Chica with a tiny tablet.

“Wha-wha-what is going on?!” She asked shakily, it almost seemed as though the more 'worried' she became, the worse her voicebox condition became “I th-thought we-WE-we were frrrrrr-*static*friends!”

“We ahh! Dis goi swung ‘is lil’ joystick at me foist.”

“Only because you resorted to sic your murder hound at me again!” you spat back at them, anger clear in your voice, words simply coming out on its own, “I knew I couldn’t trust you or the goddamn bear! I just knew it!”

>At first the two of them looked taken aback.
>Bonnie’s ears sunk, giving a slight hum as they did 
>You thought this to be a sign of guilt until you looked at Chica who’s reaction was one of outrage.

“OUR moidah fox? Young man, I’ll have you know that Foxy—“

“WELL HEY THERE PALS,” an all too immense voice bounced off the walls, signaling the entrance of Freddy in your doorway. He was unnaturally quiet for someone his size.
“What’s this I hear about a certain Fox Pirate we have here, girls?” He questions with a raised eyebrow. 

“Oh it’s nothin’ mistah Fozbear.” Chica quickly replied.

“Is it, now?” He said with a slightly curious tone, turning to the BunBot looking to the floor, ears covering her eyes.

>Gosh that was almost adorable, but you were still firm in your thoughts, and held fast. 
>Her physically automated chassis certainly helped you stand your ground.

“Booooonnnnnnie.” He started, “What happened here, Bunnnny?”

>She was silent for a while, and you almost thought that she had intentionally shut herself off
>You decided to cut the crap and just speak for her.

“Your pal, Foxy almost charged in here and murdered me.” You started, piquing the bear’s interest, “Why’d you send him after me? Why is he still trying to kill me?”

[LaughingFreddy.jpg]
“……. OH HO HO HO HAHA HA HA HA HA.” 

>His bellowing laughter echoed once more in the office.
>He then abruptly stopped. 

“Listen here Mike.” Eyes glowing brightly, his voice taking a very curt, professional sounding tone.

>Woah. 
>Where’d that come from.
>Sounded like a loan shark about to pounce on someone not paying up.
>You start to feel that primal fear resurfacing.

>but then he leaned back and began with his goofy jolly tone once more.
“Foxeh. Is DAAAAANGEROUS,” He continued, speaking almost as you’d expect him to speak with the patrons of the Pizzeria, “You need to be careful around him” 

>For reasons obvious, you didn't feel much safer around these ones and their faulty hardware or sentience.
>You weren't going to tell them that though.
>You felt a cold and metallic arm rest on your shoulder

“We don’t want-wan-KILL-want you ki-lled, Mike-y-y-y!”

>you were feeling very uncomfortable with that last supposedly reassuring comment.
>You knew deep down it was her voice box, but you could have sworn..

“Listen, if it helps, we can leave you alone, but be careful now, Miiiiiikey.” Freddy chuckled, taking steps back out into the shadows. His eyes and mouth flicked back on staring back at you for a moment in the pitch black.

>He was toying with you before all this. 
>He controlled the lights before. 

>Chica took after Freddy and stepped out in a less disturbing fashion, shooting you a worried look before fading back into the blackness.

>Bonnie however stayed.  Motionless, but looking at you nonetheless. 
>She says nothing, but  places a cupcake you didn’t notice her holding onto your desk.

“At least let your friend Carlos keep you company.” 
>You said nothing, 
>“To -KEEP YOU- sa-a-A-fe.”
> You continued to hold your tongue, despite the growing [knot] in your stomach
>“Just in case?” She finally finished
>Noticing that you were taking your oath to silence seriously, she began stepping out with one last look at you, taking her walk of shame, robotic paw trailing the glass as  she went.

>You felt bad, not knowing whether this was genuine emotion, or very cleverly made AI.
>You also realized it didn’t matter and that this job was no more than a job.
>A very strange job, that should have been taking care of itself if anything.
>With a huff you turned the cupcake’s beady eyed stare and turned it to face the wall. 
>If you were in trouble, they’d hear it, but other than that, you need your privacy. 
>With that, you took hold of your pen once more and made a quick checklist before waiting out the rest of the day.
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