FNAF Worker!AU(?) - Night-Time Surprise

    Amelie couldn’t believe her luck. Here she was, night three of a shitty fucking job at the unluckiest pizzeria ever. Why hadn’t she kept the day shift like the others had said for her to do? Why had she volunteered to work the night shift - VOLUNTEERED for the night shift, for night guard duty! - for a few more bucks an hour? “Oh it’ll be fine!” she said. “They’re not bad animatronics! The other night guard will be all better in a week, and he’ll take back the job. I’m pretty sure it’ll be a snooze!”

    She had nearly been killed 5 times and had stopped that fucking mess of a creature from killing her twice. And the fucking rabbits… she wanted to kill them personally, but that would get her fired. The job sucked. At least she adjusted quick, thank god. You had to, in order to survive ONE night.

    The phone rang. Oh god, it was that doofus again, wasn’t it… She let the call switch over to speaker (thank god it did that automatically here), and went back to monitoring the animatronics. As always, she kept winding up the Stoopit’s music box (that was her name for it by now), occasionally switching the cameras around to look at the status. Looked like Ol’ Faceless was on the move… AGAIN.

    “Uh, Hey there friend, I got something to tell ya…uh since you seem to be sticking around for a while. I-I didn’t think you would keep this job for so long, so I didn’t want to worry you about it.”

    I almost can’t believe it either… no wonder why everyone was looking at me crazy…

    She switched the cameras around more. Hopefully, he’d be useful and give her something that wouldn’t be a waste of her time, if a pleasant, distracting one.

    “There’s one more guy you wanna keep your eye on, uh he mostly stays behind the Prize counter so you don’t really see him.”

    “Ugh, another one? How many are there?!”

    Switching over to the area, she saw nothing. She patiently wound up the music box and continued to listen.

    “They actually named him after one of our veteran Night Watchmen, uh since he took care of all the animatronics for so long before he had an…accident.. Uh, he USED to actually be out during the day for the kids too, kinda like our current day security guard. He was made to look just like a bigger version of that puppet thing, and the kids loved him for a while…then a kid accidentally hit his head really hard and…he went haywire.”

    “Did you expect anything less from them? They’re kinda crazy, after all.”

    She swapped the camera back over to the prize area, she saw nothing still. After which she proceeded to put her mask on quickly, as Bonnie had just come in.

    “It was like something woke up in him…Uh strangely enough though, he only went after the other animatronics, not the customers and staff. I guess his programing deems them as a…’potential threat.’”

    She took the mask off, thankful the idiot was gone. Then she went back to the cameras and- wait… what the hell is that?

    “Aaaanyway, you won't really have to WORRY about him much, since he rarely comes out, uh but if the others start to get very active, you might wanna watch him. Just so he doesn’t try to break them.”

    “Son of a…!”

    Maybe the guy wasn’t just some crackpot, maybe he knew about some things after all. Like the fucking animatronic that had just risen from behind the counter to stare straight into the camera. The robot wore a night guard outfit which was torn half to hell. Whatever was covering the hands were now half shredded to reveal claw-like fingers. She could see how it resembled the Mannequin now. And even though it was probably the tamest looking, appearance wise, what probably creeped her out the most was the goddamn eyes. Black as hell, with white glowy dots for eyes. This fucker meant business.

    “He really seems to hate that puppet thing the most so try and keep that music box wound. Like I said, you shouldn’t have to worry about him, just make sure he behaves. Alright, talk to you tomorrow.”

    “Like hell I won’t…!”

    She switched the cameras around, checking on the others before frantically winding the music box back up and strobing Fazfuck in the face a few times. Now wasn’t the time to lose her cool over some freaky guard robot. Now was the time to kick ass and not die.