Sanders Sides Oneshots

Freddy Jr's

Roman's POV

Freddy Junior's, the remake of my favorite childhood restaurant. As much as I had loved the place, this one looked a lot nicer than the original location. Well, it might only look better because five children didn't go missing here last year. So instead of working at the original restaurant I basically grew up in, I'm here on the night of the 'grand reopening' of the franchise. I can already smell the fake pizza from here.

I had been called here to examine one of the animatronics since apparently it was already malfunctioning. The old engineer of them had been fired for being a suspect in the incident, so now I had to fix something I don't understand. The new owner of the place sent me an email to say that there would be blueprints of the thing inside so I could at least count on that.

As promised, the door is unlocked and I step inside. Did I want to be here when I could be watching Peter Pan? No. Did I have to in order to keep my job? Yes. I walked into the building, noticing several changes from the original but most of them were for the better. For one; the building has a lot more attractions for the kids. Before there were the animatronics, some arcade games and that was about it, now they have a freaking carousel and updated prize corner! This place was just skating by when they easily would have had the funding for this! Disgraceful.

I walked around for a bit before finding the animatronic I was supposed to fix in one of the party rooms. Why they had kept it here when a child could easily find it, I had no idea but it wasn't hard to tell what was wrong with the thing. Everything. Everything seemed to be bent the wrong way or scraped up, the painted metallic shell that was supposed to cover its body was almost completely destroyed, except for the face. The entire animatronic was completely mangled.

(See what I did there, because it's Mangle)

As promised, a manual sat on a nearby table though I doubt it would help much with its current condition. For now, I focused on the picture of what it was supposed to look like so I could put the limbs back in the right spot. Like the rest of the animatronics, it was supposed to stand on two legs but currently, it was in a pile on all fours. This is gonna be one long night...

Okay seriously, how the hell did actual children do this with no one stopping them?! I screw the second head back into place, seriously questioning who thought it was clever to make a storytime robot with a talking puppet hand? As soon as its connected properly, the one good eye blinks to life and the mouth starts moving. Only garbled radio static-like sounds escape the thing though as I try to turn it back off.

I resort to looking through the manual, deciding that it's some kind of problem with the voicebox that came from me somehow turning the thing on. And the only spare parts I'll have to work with should be in the parts and services room wherever the heck that is. Once again I'm left questioning why I even chose this as my career. Because acting has failed me? Yeah that seems about right.

The parts and services room looks basic from the boring metal door, but looks can be deceiving. I open the door grandly, expecting some kind of nightmare realm of lifeless animatronic skeletons or tools that look like they could easily be a murder weapon. Instead, I find only four animatronics, the original Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria animatronics specifically.

Sure they were broken down and honestly really creepy, but I remembered all the fun birthday parties I had while they performed. If I remember correctly, only Freddy and Foxy would need voiceboxes for 'singing' during the day. Seeing as Foxy is much more similar in size and design as the torn up animatronic, I decide to try and get his.

When I open up the pirate's mouth I quickly spot the box and reach inside. It takes some effort and no caution on my part but I pull out the box, feeling strange. It was almost like I was stealing it but that was ridiculous, these old things had been scrapped for parts. Chica was missing her arms and Bonnie didn't even have a face anymore!

I ignore the feeling and get up, knowing if I stall anymore then I'm gonna be here all night. I toss the box, catching it in my hand again as I walk feeling the depressing cloud of boredom loom over me.

Thump

Thump

Thump

Chomp

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"For god's sake, why do we always get assigned to crap when I could be sleeping?" The officer complains loudly.

"Maybe because you're working the nightshift this month to buy a jetski?" His partner suggests smugly, not bothered by the early hour.

The former grumbles, "It's not my fault it pays more, but seriously we've been called out to too many children's restaurants this month."

"Well yeah, robots mixed with annoying kids is a recipe for revolution. Problem is we bleed and they don't," She argues, having heard one too many conspiracies on the topic than what could be considered healthy, "What a way to go," She comments, looking at the crumpled body of a young man.

From the looks of it he was bitten and his skull was crushed as a result. Definitely not the way either of them would want to go but at least it would have been quick.

"I'm gonna go home to finish up my paperwork, have fun giving this to the M.E." He hands his partner the file he had started after writing "The Bite of '87" at the top.

She takes one glance at it, "Seriously? That's what you're calling this?"

"Do you have a better idea?" He calls, getting no response, "That's what I thought!" 

A/N: Holy crap I'm glad there's only two of these left. Don't get me wrong I like them but it takes so long