Time Skip (???)
I woke up, half expecting to see the ceiling of my bedroom lit up by the glow of the sun through my curtains but no. It was very dark and I felt cramped. I tried standing up yet not only did I groan in pain and felt sore... I also felt restrained. And with a massive pain in my head. I began rubbing the side of my head in which the pain slept. I let my eyes adjust to the absence of light and squinted to examine my surroundings. I seemed to be a sort of small closet. All that I could see was lit up only by the light that escaped under the door to my left. I had.... animatronic legs?! Oh no.. no those aren't mine. Whew. But my relief was short lived as a fresh wave of panic washed over my brain. What the hell happened? I tried to feel my around. patting at the ground and to the air. I was kind of pushed up against a soft.. wall? I attempted to make out what was restraining me. The soft cushioning of strong arms were wrapped around me. I couldn't see very well so I patted at them and felt that yeah.
They were animatronic arms. And I could barely see, but I'm pretty sure the left hand is clutching a microphone. I craned my head to look up and my suspicions were correct. A bright, single gold eye stared down at me, half-lidded.
Lefty.
The bear slowly brought a finger to his muzzle.. or lips. Not sure. I could hear the clicks of his joints working and the quiet puffs of cold air escaping his mouth. He softly shushed me. And returned to hugging me against him. I decided not to question it even if my heart was pounding and I felt kind of terrified. I then remembered that I was knocked out cold by that weird clown robot. I grumbled to myself. I am going to throw all of those murderous robots out so fast. Even if I have to tear this place apart to find all of them.
I still was rubbing the side of my head when all was silent. But that silence didn't last long as even in this small closet, I could still hear the ventilation system. Bumps and movement. Bastards are still hanging up there? I'm surprised they haven't broke through the ceiling. I decided to try and talk to the bear who possibly saved my life...?
"Hey uhh.... how long have we been here?"
No reply.
"....Lefty, can you talk?"
I craned my neck to look up at him and he gazed down. He seemed to be slowly shaking his head. That's too bad. If he is saving my life I might as well just stay here. However long that may take.
Time Skip (???)
I had not even realized I fell asleep until the hostess of the restaurant ripped open the door, letting light explode into the dark closet, jolting me awake instantly.
"There you are! Where have you been? It's five minutes till opening!"
My groggy self shielded my eyes from being blinded by the cruel sting of the light, as I was still being held by that animatronic bear.
"....What?" To which I replied.
"Hurry! We have to get you up! What are you doing in here? What happened?!"
She edged closer and tried to pry away Lefty's arms. But he wouldn't budge and even wrapped his arms around me tighter. Eventually, the hostess got them off after a moment or two.
I stood up, relieved to get the blood flowing in my legs again and stepped, or rather stumbled, out of the closet still trying to process the situation around me.
The hostess slammed the door shut and kind of stared at me oddly.
"What happened? What were you doing in there?!"
I only blinked a few times and rubbed the pain at my head.
"...To tell you the truth, I really don't know."
"Well you better! Because what happened here? This place is a mess! I don't even think we can open today!" She was nearly at a shriek level. But it seemed more like panic than anger. She stepped out of the hallway, motioning me to follow. I stepped over and, to my surprise, the place was indeed a mess. Trashed. Ruined. Everywhere about, tables were flipped over, moved. Plates were strewn about, cash register on the ground. The arcade cabinets and Candy Cadet were moved. Curtains from the stage on the floor. It really was a disaster.
"..Who did this? Did somebody break in?"
The hostess sighed. "No, I checked every room but.. nothing seemed to be missing. No money was taken. Every door was locked and no windows were broken. You.... actually don't know what happened? What were you doing in the storage closet? Let alone with a... a robot?"
I racked my brain and whether or not I should tell her about last night's experience. I decided not to.
"...To be honest I don't remember. I just... fell asleep in there..."
She stared at me in disbelief. "..With that robot bear?"
"....Uh yeah... he's like a big teddy bear."
She sighed heavily. "Well I didn't call police. Wasn't sure to make the decision. I don't think we can open today."
"...Yeah, we can't. I didn't realize what happened here. Anyway... uh, you can go home. I'll get somebody here..."
She looked at me concerned before deciding to drop it with a heavy sign, finally, and collected her things from the counter. After she left I decided to clean up all cups and plates. Then I flipped over a few tables and moved Candy Cadet and the arcade cabinets back in their respective places. Luckily, nothing seemed to be actually broken. And then I remembered Lefty.
"Crap!" I quickly walked over and opened the door. To my surprise, he was already standing in the door way. He towered over and seemed to be staring down half-lidded at me. I awkwardly waved at him before moving out of his way. He walked over to the party area and turned his head, seemingly observing it.
I stood next to him. "...Did you do this Lefty?"
He slowly shook his head at me. It still kind of freaks me out that he can just move and live on his own without the assistance of a button. I sighed. "...Do you know who did?"
Lefty then looked at me, and then turned his head up to the ceiling. He then extended his right arm and pointed at whatever, his jaw suddenly opening.
"...Lefty.. there's nothing up there."
He still continued to point and stare.
"Lefty? What is it?"
He lowered his arm and looked at me, same almost tired expression. I exhaled through my nostrils, not sure on what to do.
"Ok well... I'm going to go back to cleaning this mess..."
I left him to stand there. All he really did was watch me anyway. The only thought that bounced around my mind was, "I need to get that voicebox fixed."
After some time, I noticed that Lefty trudged off someplace. I just finished putting the star curtains back up on the stage before going down the hall. My stomach churned for some reason, having a creepy feeling tickling my spine.
"Lefty! Where are you?"
I opened the door to the back room to find him standing still in the middle of the room, staring up at the ceiling. All I did was walk over next to him and looked up at whatever he was staring at. A vent. An opened ceiling vent.
I looked at him.
"....Are you saying they did this?"
He slowly turned his head to me, managing the slightest of nods. Out of nowhere, this question just escaped my mouth.
"Who created you? Was it a company or somebody? I want to get you fixed."
He continued to stare at me for a moment before just looking ahead. He extended his left arm to me, handing over the microphone. I took it, confused and inspected it. Until a very small piece of writing caught my eye at the bottom of the handle.
"Fazbear Inc."
And listed under was a small phone number. I took my cell phone of out my pocket, which was still there luckily. I began to dial the number and waited for somebody to pick up, trying to not pay any attention to my anxiety that I was about to talk to somebody. I placed the microphone back into Lefty's palm carefully and his fingers wrapped around it, his arm lowering.
A deep voice picked up.
"Hello? This is Henry."
"..Uh hi, hey um... I'm Y/N, I'm calling because an animatronic I bought.. seemingly made by the Fazbear company needs an uh.. a repair."
"....And?"
"..Well if you're the builder of this animatronic I'd like to know if I could pay you for a repair."
"...I'm sorry, who are you?"
I exhaled, not caring if he heard. "I'm Y/N, the new owner of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. I bought an animatronic a few days ago and I noticed that he needed to be looked out because his voice doesn't work. I dialed the number that was on his microphone-"
"Sorry kid, but my workshop isn't open right now. I don't do repairs."
"I could pay you, I just need-"
"Kid, I'm sorry but no. I just don't do that anymore."
"Then where else am I supposed to go to fix an animatronic, huh?"
"An engineer. A repair shop. Anywhere else."
Irritation boiled, replacing the anxiety that I had.
"That's bullshit! You're the creator of this animatronic! You would know him best! He just needs a look over! Now you do this, I'll pay you and you just need to fix him! That's all!"
Silence overtook as I waited for a reply. I could hear breathing on the other end.
"...Fine."
"Really? You'll do it?"
"Yes. Fine. I will. It's a waste of my time but fine."
"Thank you! Thank you. Okay-"
"Just don't tell anybody I did this. You hear me?"
I wondered why he would tell me that but disregarded it. "Yes sir."
"Okay then."
After that whole ordeal, he gave me an address and time which I copied down on a napkin and a nearly dead pen nearby. I hung up and felt gleeful, shoving the napkin into my pocket.
"Lefty! You're gonna get fixed! Are you happy?"
The animatronic only looked at me. He tilted his head just a little bit.
"....Alright, I'll take that as a yes! I'm gonna go home, and uh.... just don't be naughty, okay?"
He only stood there. Oh well, I hope he'll be okay. He turned his head to the ceiling vent again and I left the building, collecting a few things.
On the car ride home, I suddenly realized how familiar that voice was on the phone. Henry was his name? It seemed very familiar... it's just on the tip of my tongue... ah, I'll remember another time. Right now, I'm just gonna focus on going home and probably putting some ice on my head.
~
The animatronic bear still kept staring up at the vent above. His eyelid sleepy and his jaw hung open. But he knows what he saw. A pair of menacing eyes stared back at him.
"I always come back."