#good luck trying to scan a fucking ghost freddy

[gavegifts]

    “this place ‘s too big,” theo announces from the corner of freddy’s dressing room, kicking his feet as he sits on the arm of the plush red couch. he can’t figure out why someone thought his puppet would be best suited as decor in this room of all places, but at least he’s got someone to talk to. from outside, theo can hear the front door of the pizzaplex shuttering. closing time. “real easy t’get lost ‘round here.” / @shqwtime​ for freddy!

[iambicbrose]

Late Night Survival - Chapter 2 - A FNaF Fic

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Henry Emily & Mike Schmidt, Michael Afton & Mike Schmidt, eventual Michael Afton/Mike Schmidt

Tags: Possessed Animatronics (Five Nights at Freddy's), Ghosts, missing children incident, Mentions of Murder, Eggs Benedict is Michael Afton, Michael Afton is a Murderous Cinnamon Roll, Minor Character Death, Minor Original Character(s)

Summary: Animatronics shouldn’t move when they’re turned off. When it’s night, and the floor is silent, and the music has stopped, there shouldn’t be anything moving. Not the eyes that moved and caught the camera, not the bodies that twisted and turned as if ready to come alive at any moment, and not the sounds, as if someone was singing who had never before heard singing. Animatronics should be dead when they were turned off.It was Mike Schmidt’s sort of luck that the animatronics he was in charge of weren’t dead. Still, he had rent to pay, a job to do, and five nights to figure out just what the mystery was behind Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzaria. Really, how bad could it be?

Read over at AO3, or under the cut!

“Night two,” Mike muttered to himself. “Right. Maybe last night was just all in my head.” It wouldn’t have been the first time he had fallen asleep while on the job. As the lights shut off around him, Mike settled into his seat as the clock struck over to midnight, and he started up his next ‘training tape.’

“Uhh, Hello? Hello? Uh, well, if you're hearing this and you made it to day two, uh, congrats! I-I won't talk quite as long this time since Freddy and his friends tend to become more active as the week progresses. Uhh, it might be a good idea to peek at those cameras while I talk just to make sure everyone's in their proper place. You know… ”

“You definitely knew something,” Mike muttered, switching over to the cameras anyways. Last night he hadn’t noticed anything until almost three in the morning, but if they were supposed to become more ‘active…’ Alright. Everyone was where they were supposed to be. Nothing out of the ordinary here. Everything… was just… fine.

Except that suddenly one of the animatronics didn’t seem to be looking the way they had been before. Did one of them just move? These weren’t the best cameras, so he could just be imagining it. But… he could have sworn that Bonnie never used to be staring at him…

“Uh... Interestingly enough, Freddy himself doesn't come off stage very often. I heard he becomes a lot more active in the dark though, so, hey, I guess that's one more reason not to run out of power, right? I-I also want to emphasize the importance of using your door lights. There are blind spots in your camera views, and those blind spots happen to be right outside of your doors. So if-if you can’t find something, or someone, on your cameras, be sure to check the door lights. Uh, you might only have a few seconds to react…”

Oh, this old night guard sure as fuck knew about the animatronics. Mike hadn’t gone to sleep and imagined everything. These things were trying to kill him! Fuck, okay, he just- He just needed to get through this night. Easy. He needed to watch the cameras, keep an eye on the blind spots, and shut the doors when something got close. That was easy enough.

“Uh, not that you would be in any danger, of course. I'm not implying that. Also, check on the curtain in Pirate Cove from time to time. The character in there seems unique in that he becomes more active if the cameras remain off for long periods of time. I guess he doesn't like being watched. I don't know. Anyway, I'm sure you have everything under control! Uh, talk to you soon.”

Pirate Cove? He hadn’t seen anyone in Pirate Cove last- Jesus fuck! He was fucked! Who the fuck was that?! What the fuck was that?! He knew about ‘Foxy,’ but jesus fucking christ! How was he supposed to deal- He heard something. Flipping through the cameras, Mike quickly scanned them, trying to find what he had heard echoing down the halls.

Seeing Bonnie already in the dining hall, Mike felt all the blood rush away from his face as his heart pounded. Already? It wasn’t even one, yet, why was Bonnie already on the move?! Okay, okay, he needed to keep his calm. If he panicked and shut the door, that would take up battery he really didn’t need it to be taking up.

He just needed to wait until Bonnie got closer and… where was Chica? It was early should they really all be moving around like this? He was going to die. Oh, god, Mike was going to die . Right, fuck, right, he needed to be checking on Foxy more. Fuck, this was so fucked. This wasn’t a job, this was a suicide mission! Why the fuck was this place even open?!

Foxy looked like he was about to fucking run and Mike had a feeling he knew right where Foxy would run to and fuck this was so fucked . Okay. Okay, he just needed to… Where was Bonnie? Flicking the cameras, Mike screamed when he saw Foxy running down the hall towards him and shot towards the door switch, thanking his lucky stars and every power there was in the damned world that he was safe. He had managed to close the door in time and Foxy hadn’t gotten him.

The noises outside the door, though, had him backing away, shoulders shaking as he realized that there was a very, very strong chance that he was going to die that night. When the noises went away, he turned on the light and held his breath. Rather than shining through to the office brightly, something was blocking it, and he decided he’d rather not open the door and find out what - or who - was there.

Collapsing back in his seat for a moment, Mike scrubbed at his eyes before turning to look at the cameras again. If nothing else, he at least had something to keep him awake for the night, he guessed.

An alarm sounded from the clock, the lights flickered on, the noises stopped, and the animatronics retreated back to their stages. It was the same as last night. It was like clockwork. Slumping back in his seat, Mike sighed. He was going to develop heart problems if he kept at this the way he was. Hearing footsteps, he flicked the cameras. That Andrew guy.

He had asked if they moved yesterday… Was he in on it? Was he someone who was just there to scout out and make sure the ‘new guy’ wouldn’t go talking about anything? He wasn't sure what to make of him. "Hey, someone looks more awake this time!"

“Took your advice about the coffee,” Mike joked, feeling uneasy as he smiled at Andrew. “Not sure who has the worst shift, me or you.”

“Oh, yeah, sure, brag about it. You’ll get used to it. Just gotta get into the swing, you know? Same thing every week.” The fucker definitely knew.

Standing up from the chair, and trying to appear like he hadn’t just almost died, Mike cleared his throat, “Hey, do you know how to get in touch with the guy who worked here before me? I had a couple questions and I don’t think he’s been checking his messages on his phone.”

“Oh, him? All we can give you is his phone number. Can you believe the guy walked out on the job?”

“He didn’t give any kind of warning?” Or had he given one and no one had listened to him? “Seems weird. It isn’t that bad to work here at night.” Mike watched carefully for a reaction. A smirk, a look of surprise, anything . Andrew turned away from him, but Mike saw. He saw that twitch of the lips.

“Yeah. I came in to relieve him, and he wasn’t here. I looked around everywhere too, maybe he had to hit the can, or was checking something out. He wasn’t anywhere.”

“What an asshole,” Mike forced a laugh. “Alright, then, I’ll clock out and head out, then. Let me know if anything happens, I guess.”

“No prob. Go get some sleep.”

“Will do. Have a good shift.” Mike headed out and immediately decided that he needed to get in touch with the last guard immediately . If this night was bad, he couldn’t imagine how the third night was going to go.

Getting home and immediately heading to start a pot of coffee, Mike looked around until he found his phone book. It was time to end this. What was the name of the guy before him, anyway? Had he ever even gotten that much? Shuffling a few papers around, he found the note. ‘Steven Smith.’ Normal enough name, at least.

Looking through the book, Mike sighed as he saw there were a lot Smiths. This, he had a feeling, was going to take a while. At least he’d have his coffee, though.

When he finally found the Steven Smith that matched up to the phone number he had, he looked at the address and nodded. That wasn’t too far. He could walk there and make it in about a half an hour. Assuming the guy was home. If it was Mike, he probably wouldn’t leave his place for a month after that job.

Right. He’d take a short nap, if he could even manage that much, grab some coffee to go, and find out what the fuck was up with the place he now worked. Actually, forget the nap, he’d just have nightmares.

A quick to-go thermos and he was out the door and, with his quick pace, in front of Steven Smith’s house before he fully realized it, knocking on the door enough to let whoever was there know it was urgent. Hearing no answer, he frowned and pounded on the door again, peering through the window. No car in the driveway, either. Lights were all off… Something wasn’t right, here.

Maybe going around to the back would show a light left on or an open window that showed someone was home or something . Mike debated before finally doing it, deciding that the police likely wouldn’t be called if only because he was still dressed in his guard uniform. The windows were all closed up, curtains were drawn and it seemed like there wasn’t a single light shining through the curtains. That, more than anything, was suspicious. He would get going off the grid, but this was a bit much.

Climbing up a set of stairs to the back door, Mike knocked, calling out a loud, “Steven? Steven Smith? I’m here about your last security job!” No answer… Alright, Mike was officially classifying this as a bad feeling. Would he get in trouble for breaking and entering?

Screw it, he had just almost been killed by possessed machines with animals faces, he’d face the cops if they were called, but breaking in was the least of his worries right now. He’d done this as a teenager often enough. Pulling out a couple of his emergency tools, he only took a minute to jimmy the lock and open the door up. “Don’t shoot… I’m human.”

There was no sounds, no running or screaming, no movement, no anything . It was a silent as a graveyard at night. It was unsettling. Mike tried again, calling out a careful, “Hello? Steven Smith?” Touching a hand to the coffee pot, he frowned. Cold. Hadn’t been made anytime recently. This wasn’t good… Had the guy gone and skipped town?

“Uh, if you’re still here, I’m gonna look around a bit! Don’t shoot me!” It didn’t seem like he had just moved. The entire house seemed as if it was just waiting for the guy to come home. But if he had walked out on the job just a few days ago… Where was he now?

Mike didn’t have a good feeling about any of this. It all seemed… too much of a cover up, almost. Andrew said they skipped town, but Mike was starting to doubt that, now. If he came in to relieve the last night guard… On a Friday… When they were the most active… Oh no.

Fuck, forget Steven , it was Mike who needed to get the hell out of town. He needed… His rent was really, really close to being due. Oh, fuck, jesus, god , was he really thinking about dying to pay his rent ? Well… He supposed that was one thing. If he survived, he paid his rent. If he didn’t… Well, he wouldn’t have to worry about his rent anyway.

Screw it, why the fuck not. At least he had time to prepare tonight. There had to be something he could do to get more power into the room, at least. He just had to reason it out. Simple enough. And he needed to look more into Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria.

Okay. Sleep first, then research into surviving his new job. If he did this right, he would survive and manage to pay rent.

Okay. Right. He needed to find something. Maybe he could check some of the local papers? That was a good place to start. See if any of this bullshit made it into the news. If they were possessed , then something would have had to crop up eventually, right? The place had only been open for ten or so years at most… Maybe. Mike actually wasn’t sure when they had opened. Walking to the local library, Mike got to the circulation desk and grinned. “Hey there. Do you know where I can find some information on that Freddy’s kids diner?”

The librarian stared at him, slowly raising her eyebrows before shaking her head and gesturing towards a corner. “Try the local newspapers, hun.”

“Thanks. I like to look into the places I work at.” He made his way to the corner she’d pointed out. Alright. Maybe he needed to see about any disappearances last week. Someone would have had to have reported a missing person, right?

If nothing else, there should be a few things that he could at least look into, starting with Steven Smith himself. Amazing. Nowhere was there a mention of a missing ‘Steven Smith.’ But… Well. Who would be looking for a single guy, living by himself?

It would be the same if Mike himself were to just up and… disappear… Fuck . He wasn’t hired because they were desperate and he had experience. He was hired because if he went missing, no one would even notice . It was like they were fucking sacrificing people . All he needed to do was last the fucking week. Just three more nights. That couldn’t be so hard.