It was the start of a new day with staff arriving early to set up the tables, prepare the pizza dough and warm up the ovens, that is... until the smell hit them.
Down the hall near the office was the familiar metallic scent of blood and faint stench of decay.
The animatronics had gotten another one...
The staff stood back and watched as the day guard rolled up her sleeves and walked towards the partially opened Parts and Services door, her nose scrunching up slightly as the smell grew stronger.
Reaching out, she gently pushed the door open, a soft metallic screech filling the tense and quiet atmosphere as the dim pizzeria lights filtered into the room.
Her gloved hand moved over to the light switch, flipping it on, an annoyed huff escaping her throat as the bulb flickered and died. Reaching to her belt, she pulled out her flashlight and turned it on, the strong beam of light illuminating the room before her.
Sweeping the light across the ground, her gaze fell on the spare Freddy Fazbear suit, it's once, mostly, clean brown fur matted and covered in dried blood, two dull and glazed over eyes hanging from the sockets and down the muzzle.
The body looked worse than the last ones, more forced and damaged, as if the guard tried to fight, but to no avail.
The Toys watched as the employee's let out gasps, while some let out screams of terror, not used to the gruesome sight.
A few ran to call the manager, some called the clean up crew, but one female with long black hair and purple-blue eyes stood, gaze fixed on a new animatronic.
A large scar occupied the right side of her face, and her company issued name tag read, "Ryn"
(Y/n) stood on her stage, deactivated, her blood stained arms now a dark brown after hours of being left to dry. Her bright/dull (E/c) eyes sealed away behind her (F/c) painted eyelids.
A soft melody played from her speaker, the tune sweet and slow, yet it held a hint of sadness...
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"Jett give it back!"
Running through the waist tall grass, a young (H/c) haired girl chased after her best friend, his short black hair sleeked back and glistening from the drops of water he had received from the sprinklers, a small white box with gold patterns in his hands. The young girl picked up speed and reached out her arm, her fingers phasing through his tattered and mud stained jacket, a confused look crossing her features.
"What the..?"
Tripping over her feet, the girl fell through the grass and into a black void. Shutting her eyes tight, she counted to ten before she opened them, finding herself in a blinding white room.
Blinking she glanced around, her eyes adjusting to her surroundings. Next to her was a machine, and laying down on the soft white bed before her was a blurry figure, his blue-grey eyes standing out against the barely visible bandages.
She opened her mouth to say something, but once again everything faded into black, a few figures trapped in mirrors spinning around her, faster and faster, making her head spin, the constant motion forcing her to close her eyes, before it all just... stopped...
Looking up she came face-to-face with a taller male, his shaggy black hair falling into his face haphazardly, his bkue-grey eyes barely visible through the strands.
His once vibrant and joy-filled eyes were empty and replaced with guilt, and in his gloved hands... was the box.
It looked old and worn out, the once white paint now a dull grey and littered with cracks, and the gold patterns now rubbed down and bronze.
"Here you go. I finally found it."
"T-thanks..."
Reaching out, she carefully took the fragile box from his hands, her (S/t) fingers running over the lid as she hesitantly lifted the lid, a broken yet familiar melody playing from the rusted gears and cylinder.
Her (E/c) eyes widened as memories of the man before her flooded her mind. Closing the lid, she made eye contact him, a stray tear running down her cheek.
"Jett..."
White cracks filled the dark room, spreading across the walls, floor and Jett, before everything around her shattered and she was thrown back into consciousness.
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Jolting awake, (Y/n) looked around the room, trying to piece together where she was and what had just happened. Letting out a soft shaky sigh, she rembered that she had been moved into her own room, but was confused by the lack of children's laughter and a singing band.
It was business hours... right?
The sound of footsteps filled her ears as she listened to the figure draw ever closer to her location.
Her (E/c) eyes shot over to the door as a male appeared in the doorway, his face obscured by the shadows. He wore a faded blue uniform, his name tag blank and badge reading 'Security guard', stitched up tears littering the sleeves.
He wasn't the same guard she had seen earlier that day.
The male stood in the doorway, lingering in the shadows as his blue-grey eyes bore into her (E/c) one's. His eyes were dull and devoid of emotions.
Stepping forward, she watched as the lights finally revealed his face. He had pale skin which was littered with faded scars, but most were hidden by the turtleneck he wore under the uniform shirt, and by his shaggy black hair.
Dark bags stained the skin under his eyes, and yet, he seemed familiar...
...but from where?
(Y/n) stared at him as she tried to recollect her memories, but everything was blurry and mashed together and unrecognizable to the point her head started to spin and the once peaceful melody faded into a broken song overtaken by static, and barely recognizable.
The man stopped five feet away from the stage, his hands in his pants pockets as a faint smiled tugged at his dry lips, listening to the melody, a glint of interest in his eyes.
"Hello (Y/n). Long time no see. Y'know, when he said he could fix you I didn't think he'd make you this useless."
Sighing, he shook his head, his shaggy black locks bouncing along with him as (Y/n) slowly looked up at him, confused by what he said.
How did he know her?
Clicking his tongue, the man pulled out a small black remote, a single red button occupying the top.
The ballerina looked at it for a moment before fear and hatred hit her. The melody from her speaker died out as she instinctively backed away from him, her faceplates shifting in discomfort.
"Ah. You remember this. Perfect! Then this won't hurt too bad."
The man smirked and pressed his thumb down onto the button, a soft click sounding from the back of (Y/n)'s neck before a burst of electricity travelled through her body. The pain was worse than it had been in Circus Baby's Pizza World, but that could've been because she was still broken.
Falling to her knees, she let out a pain filled scream.
Releasing the button, the man watched as (Y/n) fell silent and her body went limp. She couldn't move her body...
Tucking the remote back into his pocket, the man stepped closer and grabbed her chin, lifting her head up to look into her dull flickering eyes, a proud smirk gracing his features.
He wanted this. He wanted to do this to her. He wanted to watch her suffer.
But why..? Who was he?
"Remember (Y/n), I know who you are and who you were. Behave, or I'll have to hurt you, and your friends."
Letting go of her chin, the man walked towards the emergency exit as the sound of sirens drew closer to the pizzeria.
The body had been found and Fazbear Entertainment's special cleaning crew were arriving to get rid of the evidence.
Men in hazmat suits filtered into the pizzeria, a group going to pick up the body while the rest washed down the animatronics and placed them into wooden crates, allowing men in overalls to take them away.
A group arrived in (Y/n)'s room, washing the blood off her arms and face before placing her into a crate and sealing the lid.
"Take her away with the rest. This pizzeria is doomed, and so are the other establishments. The new place will do them all good."
"Yes sir."