Story Teller

A fnaf fan story

-It was close to midnight on a Saturday, meaning that Stephen Callaghan had the night shift tonight. He was sitting in the office, camera set up in front of him, recording a new message from the night guard. The Bonnie animatronic was behind him and powered off. He didn’t want to bring it all the way back to parts and service, so the next best option was to just repair the animatronic in the office. What Stephen didn’t realize was that Bonnie wasn’t powered off at all, so when he turned around, he was met with the rabbit moving towards him. Stephen was struck with fear. He knew that the walls in the office were sound proof and nobody would hear him scream. All that was going to come out of this was him dying in a children’s restaurant. Getting so caught up in his thoughts, his vision became hazy and he fainted.

-It’s now around 2:00 am. Stephen’s slowly starting to wake up, but he wish he hadn’t. His body was touching the cold, dirty floors of the back rooms that he was all too familiar with. He really wished he hadn’t shrugged off mopping it to record a message for a little extra money. Metal was crushed his lungs as Bonnie stepped on him. He was holding the head of a character that looked vaguely similar to Chica, but looked to be older or a prototype. It wasn’t a normal animatronic head however- it was one with the spring lock mechanism. It was forced onto Stephen’s head before he was brutally mauled.

-It’s now 1:39 pm on a Saturday, nearly a week since Mr. Callaghan’s disappearance from the company. Mike had reluctantly taken the job since money was low. But now isn’t the time for that. He’s here for his kid’s birthday party. While trying to get a better look at the facility, he found the chica suit. “Oh what is that god awful smell?” He said, covering his nose while crouching down to get a better look at the stains on the suit. He immediately stood up after. Those were blood stains coming from the inside of it, and there was a rotting corpse beneath the cheerful cosmetics.

-It is now 11:49 pm. Mike clocked into his shift and began doing what Stephen failed to do: mop the floors. While cleaning the main stage, something was definitely off. The rainbow and sun background props on the stage looked off. The feeling of unease couldn’t be shrugged off, but he still needed to fix Bonnie. It had apparently been acting strangely all week, but Mike never actually saw it happen himself. While going to the storage room, he began to grab some spare eyes, ears, and a new tape, as those were broken. Mike never got to grab all of these items, however. He heard a creaking noise that sounded as if it came from an animatronic’s broken jaw, and was tackled by Bonnie upon turning around. Using a nearby wrench, he managed to rip out the animatronic’s already broken eyes. He smashed the rabbit’s upper jaw in before it malfunctioned and fell down. “What the actual hell was that thing? Definitely not a normal robot, that’s for sure,” Mike gasped out.

-It’s 11:55 pm now after that attack. Michael walked out of the storage room limping. At least there are only three animatronics left, Mike thought. Bonnie was malfunctioning, but nothing was said about the others. Maybe they’ll act normal. Before Mike could think about it more, he heard the main stage turning on, the music starting to play. Michael limped towards the door to the room, trying to see what caused this. “The perfect distraction for someone, isn’t it?” Bonnie said whilst glitching, echoing Mike’s thoughts. The robot lunged at Mike, bango in hand, forcing it into the side of Mike’s face till it was bruised and bleeding. But Mike was more clever. He grabbed the banjo and smashed in what wasn’t already damaged on Bonnie’s head. He could hear foxy powering on and singing his sea shanty as he dismantled the robot rabbit and threw the parts into a trash bag. He could sell those to someone on eBay and it could be their problem.

-While walking into the storage room to look for bandages and possible painkillers, Mike set down the trash bag with Bonnie’s broken mech. He looked towards a clock on the wall. It was 12:15 am now. After hearing something shattering and rapid footsteps, he looked back towards the bag. It had been slashed open and the most important parts were missing. Great, that stupid rabbit’s gone away from me. Mike exited the room to go investigate the shattering noise, as he didn’t feel the need to investigate both. He just assumed it was his boss that made the footsteps-they sounded human enough. He went into the men’s bathroom to find pieces of the mirror on the ground, the words “it’s me” written in a mixture of oil and crayon where the mirror once stood. What sloppy handwriting. Mike swept up the pieces and scrubbed the writing off the walls before turning around.

-Chica had knocked down one of the ceiling tiles and crawled through, lunging at Mike. Mike was able to punch her with his free hand, temporarily stunning her and giving him the chance to rip off her hands while she was down. The lights flickered and Mike didn’t see anything, but he could hear what he believed was metal scraping against the floor. When the power came back on, Chica was gone, leaving only a trail of oil behind. Her voicebox was left on the ground alongside a different vhs tape.

-It’s 1:35 am now. Mike is searching for legal papers while playing the new vhs tape. He jumped and had to turn it off after a few seconds- he could hear Stephen beginning to be maimed by Bonnie. Trying to take his mind off of it, he looks through some old posters. He found an authentic Fredbear’s poster advertising a plushie of Fredbear with a speaker. “Hm. I knew Fredbear’s was made by the same people, but I didn’t think they would keep those old posters in the new restaurants.”

-1:40 am. Mike’s looking through a box of old plushies from the prize corner. They were all damaged, too old, or too dirty, etc, and therefore rejected. He found the Fredbear plushie from the advertisement and squeezed it to see if anything was recorded onto it. “I love you, Evan,” was all the old speaker could manage. “Oh. It’s probably just something some shitty parent got as a gift for their kid. Y’know, a kid shouldn’t have to rely on a plush to feel loved.”

-It’s 1:55 am. Mike’s in the back, cleaning, when he spots an old animatronic. It was made in the portrait style, so Mike looked at the frame to see it’s name. ‘Doug the Dog.’ He took off the cosmetics to clean them out thoroughly. “The name rings a bell, though I don’t remember much more.” Mike jumped at a strange shifting sound, but saw nothing, so he kept cleaning till it was 2:00 am.

-Mike’s proud of his work. Doug looked absolutely spotless. Walking into the hallway, Mike hears Foxy’s familiar sea shanty. But something was off, now. Foxy was now humming. When looked towards the stage, Mike is met with a deep cut to his ribs. He falls to the ground and looks up at Foxy, seeing bits of his own flesh on the fox’s hook and blood splattered all over. Mike grabs a mop bucket and throws it at Foxy. It didn’t cause any damage, but when the water spilt, Foxy malfunctioned and ceased working.

-Mike gets up and goes into the bathroom, throwing up and spitting out blood, making his teeth now red. Mike remembers the suit and rushes to the room he found it. It’s still there, flies buzzing around it. The corpse has deteriorated, the suit is stained past the point of washing it out, and parts of it are rotting. There’s no way he can keep this to himself now. “Hello, police?” Mike called the cops and they said they would be there soon. The nightmare could finally end.

-It’s 3:00 am. The cops hung up and Mike is panicking. I’m a dead man. He runs back to the office, desperate to gather his things and just leave. He’d rather survive without a paycheck than die to get it. But to his horror, something is already there. An abomination of a creature. All the parts from the robots he destroyed were added together with Freddy as the base. Someone must be doing this to him, as it looked too well done. Now running to the storage room, Mike puts on one of the suits he had washed the other day. The creature is too clever, however, and rips the head off, exposing Mike’s actual head. It tries to slash Mike’s head off, but it pauses.

-It’s 3:30. The cops are here. They have weapons and they are surrounding the creature. There’s a chance I could get out of this alive, Mike thinks. But those hopes are crushed when the creatures tackles and completely mauls the cop until they are unrecognizable. Bullets did nothing to stop it. The cops, knowing there is no chance, retreat in fear, requesting backup.

-The creature was distracted and chased the cops. Mike’s boss, a man wearing a purple suit, finally arrived. He says he left the pizzeria to get some food for the both of them before having to turn back after seeing cops heading towards the pizzeria. “I’m proud of you, Michael. You handled the situation well despite all the pressure,” he said before walking away into the back room. Mike just sat on the steps of the stage, as the animatronics had deserted it, and quietly tried to process everything.

-It’s 4:00 am. Mike tried finding the boss, but he’s gone. Giving up, he goes into the storage room. Has that yellow rabbit suit always been there? Apparently not. It lunged at Michael and slashed open his knee while laughing maniacally. But like the creature, he paused. Michael was confused. Why was it trembling? But he soon discovered why. The creature was behind Mike before stepping in front of him, acting like a guard dog. And like an aggressive dog, it attacked the man in the rabbit suit, dragging him out of the room and into the hallway, where blood splattered all over and desperate screams that sounded like Mike’s boss could be heard before complete silence.

It’s 6:00 am. The creature is gone, the poor souls forced to attack Mike freed