Long Distance Call
Night 3 – Tuesday
 
>You’re still Phineas Guy.
>And you’re on to Night 3.
>Walking into the pizzeria, you quickly make your way to your office, just missing the start of some rain.
>It’s probably going to be stormy tonight.
>When you enter the security office you’re happy to see the note you left Ed is gone.
>In its place is a small piece of paper.
>You take the sheet and give it a read.
>It’s clear Ed tried very hard to make his writing legible this time around.
>It gives you an apology about giving you an impossible to read technical document and not giving you a key to the red box in storage.
>Apparently he was ‘in a rush.’
>Popping open the desk to grab the flashlight, you spot a rather large collection of books and binders.
“Huh. What’s all this?”
>You look back at the note. It didn’t mention this at—oh.
>There’s more on the back.
>’Phin, I emptied out the red box in here. I expect all of it to be here tomorrow morning.’
>That’s convenient at least.
>Sitting down, you look down at your watch but realize you’ve forgotten it at home.
>Shit.
>There’s one last thing on the note, which mentions some sort of ‘uniform.’
>As you did through the desk you come upon it eventually.
>It comprises of just a small brown hat. It reads ‘security’ on the front, and has a set of small cartoonish bear ears on the sides.
>You’re surprised—how could he possibly make the hat look even cheesier?
“Ed, man…”
>Sighing, you pop the cap on.
>A bit more digging around in the desk finally grants you the flashlight.
>You grab one of the binders at random and take a seat.
>Popping it open, you take a look inside.
>You close your eyes, sighing. It’s more of the same.
 
>Before you get too carried away in reading Ed’s jargon collection, you take a look at the tablet camera.
>Chica and Bonnie are both already gone, to your dismay.
>However, you’re fairly confident that Ed has gotten the whole ‘you don’t work here’ problem fixed, so after locating the two you return to the document.
>Blah, blah, blah, something about how their arms work…
>Returning the first binder having learned basically nothing, you grab another.
>That one is also useless. You take a third. And a fourth. And a fifth.
>You check up on the robots once again.
>Somehow Bonnie has gotten into the storage room, again.
“What does that thing find so interesting about that room?”
>Sighing you look back at the book, but pause when you hear some sort of music.
>It’s like a… cheerful marching song? What?
>The song continues for about a minute before shutting off.
>Shrugging, you look down to the document.
>The pizzeria remains silent as you read through this one. It tells you more about the prime directives the big paper from before mentioned.
>Apparently these are things hard coded into them. Some of them are about what to do in situations.
>For example it says to remove animatronics without suits and bring them backstage for repair.
>You weren’t aware the robots could actually perform maintenance on each other, but the document doesn’t mention anyone else being needed for this task.
>Another one mentions how each bot apparently has a ‘character’ they need to stay in.
>Though you’re not overly sure how Ed went about designing that.
>Not that you’re an engineer or anything.
 
>Putting the binder away, you turn to return to the seat, but catch a glimpse of something in one of the windows.
>Bringing up the flashlight you shine a light through, but see nothing.
>Instinctively you brighten the doorway next, but there’s nothing there either.
>As you approach the hallway, the music from before plays again, this time sped up.
>It cuts out halfway through to be replaced by garbled robotic gibberish.
>Gulping, you poke your head out the left hallway, shining a light down it.
>You see nothing, but Bonnie could still be in the closet.
>Cautiously you decide you could try asking them to stop. They’re supposed to follow orders, right?
“Um, could you guys, uh, not make so much noise?”
>The hallway goes silent for a moment.
>But after a few seconds the music plays again. It seems louder, even.
>Now they’re just messing with you.
>Rolling your eyes you take a seat and start checking the cameras.
>Bonnie is indeed in the closet. In fact, she happens to be starring right at the camera.
>You pale letting out a surprised yelp.
>From the angle, its eyes are just white little lights in empty sockets.
>At least, that’s what you figure they are after you catch your breath.
>You’ve always been quite the professional, obviously.
>Looking back at the camera, Bonnie is gone. You find her in the hallway corner, staring somewhere.
>Not looking away from the camera, you hit the left door.
>Its head slowly turns to the camera, twitchingly slightly as it emits a sound clip of a child ‘awwwing.’
>Shuddering, you look at some of the other cameras.
 
>Foxy is peeking out of the Pirate’s Cove again, to your surprise.
>You were pretty confident that Ed would have turned the thing off for good.
>Clearly the pirate wasn’t understanding the whole ‘retirement’ thing.
>Freddy is still on the stage.
>Not even once have you seen the store’s mascot leave from his position there. Strange.
“He doesn’t get out much, does he?”
>As you say this, the bear turns to face you. You can’t tell if its expression has changed in the darkness.
>You sit silently, looking at the animatronic through the security camera.
>Did it… hear that?
>No, no, it couldn’t have possibly heard that.
>You’re on the other side of the store!
>A raspy groaning from the left door breaks your focus.
>It’s quickly followed by ”Hey ther—P-Party ti-i-i-ime!”
>There’s a light tapping on the door. In a much deeper voice it repeats the phrase a few more times, cutting itself off with repeats.
>Ignoring the clearly defective rabbit, you try to spot Chica.
>After a few seconds you spot it right outside the men’s restroom. For some reason the machine’s head is spinning in place.
>It’s making some sort of, honestly, rather gross chewing noise as it does this, though you cannot tell if it’s a recording or… something else
>After a few seconds it comes to a sudden halt, the machine’s beak hanging slightly ajar.
>Is Ed aware that the robots are doing this? Another note is probably in order, just in case.
>Bonnie is still doing… things at the door. Ugh.
>You take a second to check the rest of the cameras.
>When you get to the kitchen, you find the feed is rather poor.
 
>Suddenly it cuts out.
>What? How did that happen?
>Frowning, you get up. You’re supposed to investigate suspicious things, right?
>Poking your head out the right doorway, you shine it with your flashlight.
>Nothing is there, so cautiously you make your way down.
>You can just make out the rain plinking on the roof.
>As you enter the kitchen, you shine the large room up to ensure nothing’s lurking inside it.
>Determining that it’s empty, you try to figure out where the camera is.
>It doesn’t take long to spot, but it’s high up and out of your reach.
>Maybe there’s a ladder somewhere?
>You search the room, checking under various counters, in boxes, in corners, everywhere.
>Eventually you’ve only got one place left to check—a small closet.
>Prying the thing open, a bit of dust rolls down into your face.
>Coughing, you shake yourself off. When was the last time this place was cleaned?
>Deciding you’re sufficiently cleaned off, you shine the flashlight into the closet.
>There, just as dusty as anything else in here, is a ladder. It’s about as tall as you are.
>Reaching in, you grab the contraption, pulling it out and setting it up by the camera.
>Locking it in place, you climb.
>You set the flashlight at an angle atop the ladder so you can see.
>The camera seems to be just fine. Maybe something popped out behind it?
>Leaning towards it you try to get a look behind it.
>Maybe if you just… reach… a bit further…
>You bump your flashlight, knocking it off the ladder.
>Cursing internally, you look on in dismay as it rolls away.
 
>You blink when it hits something halfway through the room.
>Was there a counter there? You couldn’t see one in cone of light being given off.
>Squinting, you cautiously make your way down and around the ladder and walk over to the flashlight.
>Leaning over, you pick it up and shine it ahead of you to see what it bumped into.
>About a foot from you are some comically large chicken feet.
>Oh, so it just bumped into…
>Oh.
>You freeze up, the only part of body will to move being the hand holding the flashlight.
>Ever so slowly, inch by inch, you illuminate Chica, finishing with its face.
>The machine’s expressionless eye turn to you.
>You open your mouth to say something, but it beats you to it leaning in and letting out an ungodly mechanical screech.
>Caught off guard, you tumble onto your back, dropping the flashlight.
>Scrambling away you hear the device’s heavy footsteps towards you.
>It begins playing the same music as Bonnie, waddling forward.
>Gripping the ladder you manage to regain your footing and quickly dash off into the darkness, trying to find a door.
>You briefly look back, just in time to see the machine step onto the flashlight, basically obliterating it under its metal toes.
>From the darkness a clip plays. “Hey t-there! M-My na-name’s Chica! I love-love-love-love—“
>The voice cuts out to some robotic noise as you continue shuffling away to find the door. Wasn’t it right here?
>Entering you quickly realize you’ve just walked into the closet. Great.
>What do, what do, what do?
>Your clouded brain decides the best course of action is to close the closet.
>The footsteps continue, getting louder.
 
>They stop.
>The room is silent.
>It speaks again. “—lov-v-v-e EATING! Le-let’s e-e-e-e-e—pizza is g-good for y-y-y-you!“
>There’s a heavy slam on the closet door. It’s right outside.
>Another slam. “C-Cheese is h-h-high in—fiber and other nutrients!”
>Shaking, you need to think.
>You clearly cannot just sit in a dusty closet forever. A giant animatronic chicken’s punches likely hit hard.
>The machine keeps babbling about pizza being good for you, splicing sound clips together.
>”W-W-We—You’ve got to t-try the onion supreme! Mmm-m-m—Time to s-s-suuuuuuuu—“
>Another slam.
>A completely different voice chimes in as it continues pounding the door.
>”Chica the Chicken is a—pizza—registered trademark of Fazbear—pizza—Entertainment LLC, all rights—drenched in cheesy goodness!”
“W-Well if you like pizza so much, why not go eat one!?”
>The machine goes silent for just a second, before sputtering out more mechanical nonsense.
>After a moment there are footsteps as the machine retreats.
>You hear something open, followed by more clips about pizza.
>And that chewing noise. Is it… actually?
>As quietly as you can, you open the closet and begin tiptoeing away.
>It continues making noise on the other side of the room, its silhouette just barely visible in the darkness.
>As you slip away, you can make out a phrase. “This-s-s is the best pizza ever!”
>”Want a piece?”
 
>Heart racing, you quickly make your way back to the security office.
>You have no idea what time it is.
>All you know if the rain has gotten worse. You didn’t really notice it in the kitchen, but as you head down the hallway it’s clearly very loud.
>Entering your room, you notice the left door is open.
>Without a flashlight you have no way of knowing if anything is there, so you quickly close it again.
>You do the same with the right door.
>From there you head for the desk, opening it up to grab some paper to write a note to Ed.
>Inside you find a large piece of wood which reads ‘It’s me.’
>You cautiously pick it up. There’s a bit of a stump of what used to be the sign’s handle.
>…Foxy was here…
>Grabbing the tablet camera, you check on the pirate. His curtains are pulled shut, the sign reading what it’s supposed to.
>You take a moment to check for Bonnie, who is skulking the dining room. Nothing out of the ordinary jumps at you.
>After a second of consideration, you flip to the kitchen.
>The camera is still out, unfortunately. You actually forgot it was out of commission given the whole Chica incident…
>You’re starting to think buying oil to fix their servos when they have movement problems is preferable to them wandering.
>It’s clear the hat didn’t so anything, if Chica is anything to go by.
>You turn the camera to Freddy.
>And as you hear thunder in the distance. It’s REALLY stormy tonight.
 
>The bear is looking back at you in the camera.
>You frown at him, not that he can see.
>With both doors closed, anything he might have wanted to do to you is not happening.
>Right on cue the power cuts out, your doors swinging open.
>You look up at where they’ve retreated, heart racing once again as your only means of security has all but died on you.
>Did… Freddy do that?
>What? No, that’s absurd. Something must have killed your power lines.
>You look around, not hearing or seeing anything, though in the newfound darkness you’re unsurprised.
>Leaning back, you try to calm yourself.
>Suddenly you see something look at you from the left hallway.
>The figure kindly lights itself up.
>It’s Freddy Fazbear.
>You can only see his eyes and inside of his mouth.
>He stares at you silently.
>You stare back.
>Suddenly a little chime begins to play.
>It sounds as though it’s coming from a music box…
“Uh…”
>The song continues.
“Hey there… Freddy.”
>The song continues.
“You’re not, uh, mad… about what I said earlier, right?”
>The song continues.
“I didn’t mean anything by that, honest!”
>The song stops.
>Freddy’s lights disappear and the room goes black, any other lights dying off completely.
>You sit there quietly, but after a few minutes of nothing, you begin to question if he’s even still there.
>A few minutes becomes ten.
>Ten becomes half an hour.
>But you’re not risking it.
>Especially not if Freddy’s waiting for you to make the first move.
>You sit there quietly, just you, the rain, and your ugly hat.
>Nothing comes.