Long Distance Call
Day 1 - Wednesday
 
>You’re Phineas Guy.
>You’ve been sitting in the security office for what you guess has been a few hours.
>It’s extremely dark, and you’re not certain that the robots have left.
>Shame you lost your flashlight…
>More time passes.
>Things start to brighten a bit. Freddy is definitely gone.
>Slowly, you rise from your seat, still a bit shaken up.
>Cautiously, you head down the right hall.
>You do your best to walk quietly, but your steps still make a bit of noise.
>When you reach the end of the hallway, you poke your head out.
>It’s much easier to see, with the windows letting more light in.
>Thankfully, the three animatronics are standing where they belong on the stage.
>Letting out a sigh of relief, you enter the large room.
>It dawns on you that you’re pretty hungry.
>Maybe you’ll get something to eat on the way home.
>As you approach the door to leave you notice someone outside.
>It’s not Ed; he’s got too much hair on his head.
>The figure unlocks the door and enters the building.
>He’s a bit taller than Ed, and is wearing a quite fancy suit and tie. Odd…
>Why would someone dressed so fancily come here, of all places?
>The figure looks to you. “Hm?”
>His eyes glance up to your tacky hat.
>”You must be Phineas.”
>He approaches you after a second. He reaches out with a hand. “
>Nice to meet you. I’m Maxwell, Ed’s accountant. I can’t say I expected you to still be here…”
“Uh, well, the power went out and all…”
>He nods as you shake his hand. “Unfortunate, that. A tree knocked over a power line and took out most of the block.”
>He breaks from the handshake to adjust his tie. “Don’t dwell on that, though. I’ve already made a few calls. We’ll be hooking up to a separate generator to keep everything running smoothly—though I would advise against using excessive amounts of power during the night.”
>Maxwell looks toward the animatronics. His frown deepens when he looks to Chica.
>”Is that pizza dough in Chica’s mouth?”
>Huh?
>You look over to Chica and notice there’s definitely some sort of beige substance oozing out of its jaw.
“Yeah, uh… about that.”
>Maxwell turns back to you.
“The cam in the kitchen cut out, so I went over to fix it. Chica sort of attacked me while I was there…”
>He raises an eyebrow. “Oh?”
“Y-Yeah. It let out some sort of screech and chased me into a closet!”
>”Mhm. And the pizza dough comes in how?”
“Oh, uh, I got her to leave me alone by saying to eat some pizza, since, uh, she was going on about onions or something…”
>Maxwell doesn’t respond.
“…Chica’s a girl, right?”
>”If you want to get technical, the animatronics don’t have genders. I’ll let Ed know there was an incident—I would recommend against mentioning this in the meantime.”
>He gestures for you to follow him.
>Maxwell brings you over to the back room. He flicks a light switch, brightening the room.
>You’re happy to see this ‘separate generator’ works, at least.
>”Bring Chica over, if you would. That Truck there will help.”
>You nod and snatch up the thing.
>”Don’t drop it.”
“Yeah, no problem…”
>Wheeling the truck out of the back, you quickly locate a ramp on the side of stage to get up.
>It’s easy enough to get the truck under Chica.
>There’s a trio of straps as well to hold the bot in place. The first two are fastened without incident.
>Holding the third strap, you look over where it’s supposed to be fastened.
>It takes your tired mind a second to realize it goes at the neck.
>Yawning, you pull the strap over and lock it in place.
“Why don’t they keep these things in these more often?”
>There’s a muffled respond from the bird.
“Oh. That’s—What!?”
>You jump back, falling on your ass.
>Chica’s eyes are looking right down at you, its jaw hanging open slightly.
>The animatronic continues emitting muffled noises.
>Taking a deep breath, you realize its talking through the pizza dough.
>You hear Maxwell call out. ”Everything okay over there?”
“Chica is still on!”
>Scrambling to your feet you put as much distance as you can between yourself and the bird, nearly falling off the stage in the process.
>Maxwell appears from the back room.
>Chica’s head turns to him, then back to you.
>The man frowns. You give him a look which you hope conveys your concern.
>”Didn’t Ed give you a number of documents about how the animatronics work?”
>Slowly, you nod.
>”I’m going to assume you didn’t get to the power source parts? The animatronics are always on, Phineas.” What?
“Wouldn’t that, uh, waste a lot of power?”
>”Not particularly. They’ve got quite sophisticated batteries in there.”
>You raise an eyebrow at him.
>”I’m not at liberty to give the details. Let’s just say I wasn’t working for Ed when he first purchased the materials to build the animatronics—I wouldn’t have had him waste his money like that.”
>He glances over to Chica.
>”Never mind Chica. I’ve got some news for you.”
>You steal one last look at Chica before carefully slipping off the stage to join him.
“Uh, sure. What’s up?”
>”Ed is rather impressed at your performance, so he’s decided to promote you.”
>He notices your confusion. “Yes, I know you’ve only been back three days.”
>Maxwell adjusts his tie again.
>Your silence is his sign to continue. “As I said, you’re being promoted. Ed and I have picked up a few new hands to help cover the night shifts.”
>He hands you a file folder you hadn’t notice he was holding.
>”This is their current schedule, plus names and whatnot. We’d like you to call them early in their shifts; give them a bit of an introduction to the company, explain their roles here and answer any questions they might have.”
>He gives you a second to take it in before continuing. “If they have any concerns or comments on how to improve things, let me know.”
“Uh, sure, no problem.”
>Maxwell hands you another thing—a mobile phone.
>”My number’s already coded into it. And emphasis on let ‘me’ know. Ed isn’t fond of being complained at, as I’m sure you know already.”
>You nod quickly, taking the phone.
>”If you have any questions, feel free to ask.”
>After a moment of contemplation, you think of something.
“Uh, what’s with Foxy? You know, the bot in Pirate’s Cove.”
>”What about it?”
“Well, it’s still on too. I think it was in the office last night, when I, uh, was in the kitchen…”
>He frowns, glancing over to the cove. “Odd. Ed said he deactivated him. I’ll bring it up. Anything else you think I should know about?”
“N-Nah. Nothing else right now.”
>”Then we’ll see you later. Get some rest.”
>You nod at him and leave the store.
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>That night, or more accurate the next morning, you tried out your new phone and called up Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza.
>It’s about 12:30am, so even if the new guy, Tim, is late you figure you’ll get him.
>The phone rings twice before there’s an answer.
>”Hello, uh, this is Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza! Sorry, but we’re closed right now.”
“Haha, yeah, I know. I’m Phineas—Ed and Maxwell wanted me to give you a call to help you get settled in.”
>A pause. “Oh. Well, hello Phineas. I’m Tim.”
“Nice to meet you, Tim. So, uh, as I’m sure you know, it’s your job to make sure nothing breaks into the store and takes anything.”
>You hear a ‘mhm.’
“So, uh, yeah. Just so you know, in case no one mentioned, the animatronics tends to, well, move around at night. They’re in some wander mode, you see.”
>”The robots walk around? Weird.”
“Yeah… it’s to keep their servos working and all. So, uh, in the desk in front of you, you’ll find a tablet. It’ll give you access to the cameras to look around.”
>You hear some shuffling, followed by the desk opening.
>”Huh, what’s with this piece of wood?”
>Oh, you forgot to mention that to Maxwell.
“It’s an old sign, I think. Tablet should be under it.”
>”Oh, yeah, here it is.”
>You hear the desk close, followed by a bit of movement.
>Through the slight static of the phone you swear you heard some sort of raspy breathing.
>”So, just use the cameras to look around?”
“Yeah. Oh, and, uh, you’ve got two buttons beside you. They control the doors. Just don’t use them too often, you’re a bit limited on power right now.”
>”Sure thing.”
>There’s a bit of pause. You hear the tablet flicking through the cameras.
>”Huh. Maybe it’s just me, but I think there’s like, a blindspot in these Cameras. Like, right at the doors, I mean.”
“Oh?”
>”Yeah. Something could probably hide right in front of the door or probably at the windows and stuff.”
>You pale, thinking back to when Bonnie was right at your door.
“I’ll, uh, bring that up with Ed. Anyway, was there anything else you wanted to know?”
>”Nah.” The tablet flicks to another camera. “Huh. All three of them are off stage. Well, anyway, thanks for the help. See you later, Phineas.”
“See you…”
>He hangs up on you.