#ooh spoooopyyyy

[fauxfickle]

Back when I worked at Fazbear Entertainment’s warehouse during the late 90s / early 2000s, we had a big room that was kept under heavy lock all the time. Big warning signs, latches, and multiple locks were all over the door. A room that I only entered a handful of times and always with a group consisting of no less than 5 people. Management told us it was used for “storing old tech that could be of use later” and “things no longer of any use”. We all used to call it “The Coffin” both because it was kept deep in the basement but also because of the smell. The coffin had a putrid smell like that of spoiled meat and I would always gag walking in. Another thing was that the air was always cold despite there being no AC. It felt like you went into a walk-in freezer. However the most unnerving thing about this room was what was in it. Groups of animatronics, all shackled, tangled, and chained to everything. Pipes, racks, each other. One of them, the fox, had its jaw wired shut. When the San Jose store closed in ‘97, we loaded their animatronics into the room and forgot to chain them up. We got screamed at by our supervisor when he found out and forced us back into the room. We went in and the animatronics we had just placed in there had all moved. We chained them up tight and quickly ran out. Whenever I would pass by the coffin, I could hear the faint sound of chains dragging and scraping on the walls.

Sometime in 2005, the scraping turned to banging and then banging turned to a non-stop cacophony of clawing, crashing, and animalistic shrieking. It got so bad that management gave us a bunch of tools and sent us in to “disassemble the animatronics to prevent potential harm to property and employees”. By that point they had been left in there for several years without being looked at. I was shocked to see that almost everything besides the animatronics had been forcibly torn apart. It looked like a bomb went off. The racks were bent out of shape, when you took a step you could hear the crunch of the microprocessors and plastic from the reel to reel players, all the chains had been snapped, and the metal walls had claw marks and dents put in it. I don’t think any of us had worked so fast in our lives to disassemble the animatronics. Within 30 minutes we stripped everything down to its bare components and ran out of there. The banging and clawing stopped but you could always hear what sounded like a muffled conversation going on in there.

It’s been years since I quit working there but I still feel a twinge of fear anytime I drive past that building. I’ve often thought what would have happened had those walls ever been breached. Whatever that demon was and why it didn’t rip those frumpy animatronic to shreds is beyond me, but I hope that it was destroyed in the fire along with everything that was brought to that stupid Fazbear Fright Attraction.