Meet the Faz Family
It was the end of yet another day at the arcade, and all the characters were making plans of how to spend the evening. Some new games had been plugged in, so when the core four met up, they went to GCS to introduce themselves and socialize. Vanellope looked around, pouting a bit when she noticed none of the characters were her age. She then spotted a young man across the room, around sixteen years old. She smiled, going up to him.
"GOOD GOD DON'T EAT ME-" The boy cried, but blinked when he saw Vanellope. "Uh... sorry... my nerves are a bit..." He cleared his throat. "H- Hi there. I'm Mike."
"Yeah... rough first week? I'm Vanellope VonSchweetz, the president of Sugar Rush! What game are you from?"
Mike gulped, glancing behind him for a moment. "Say... I have an... an appointment to make. Normally, I'm not supposed to be outside of my game even after hours... someone needs to watch the security cameras at ALL times."
Vanellope tilted her head. "What kind of place is it?"
"A uh... a restaurant. It's called..." Mike bit his lip. "Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria." He squeaked out.
Vanellope grinned. "That place sounds like a BLAST! I'll take the job off your hands, Mike! Let me just ask my buddy to help out!"
Mike's eyes widened. "W- Wait, you don't under-... stand..."
The little president put her hands on her hips, giving him one of her serious looks. "Listen, pal, did ya miss the part where I said I was a president? I run things all the time, a whole game!"
"You look completely frazzled!" Vanellope insisted. "You need a break, and my buddy Ralph and I are just the peeps to take care of your game while you're gone!"
Mike chewed at his thumbnail, his eyes full of worry. He really COULD use a break... "Um...your friend. He's not a little kid like you, is he?"
Vanellope laughed at that, holding her stomach. "Stinkbrain a kid? Pfft, nah, he's the biggest adult I know! His fists are like a hundred times my size!" She imitated Ralph's wrecking pose before busting into giggles.
"Well...if you say so." Mike gulped, feeling a little better about the situation. "So long as he's with you."
"Sure, how hard can watching a pizzeria be?"
Mike gulped. "You'd be surprised..." He blinked when he saw Ralph in the background… Vanellope wasn't kidding when she said his hands were big. He tugged on his shirt collar a bit when he saw her drag Ralph over towards him, Felix and Calhoun following behind as they wondered what all the fuss was about.
"Can we can we can we?" Vanellope begged her three older friends. "Pleeeeease?"
"What is it you want us to do, exactly?" Ralph rolled his eyes. "I do enough work during the day!"
"This guy Mike here wants us to help him watch these characters in a really fun restaurant! We may get free pizza, Ralph, and toys!"
Calhoun thought for a moment as she listened to Vanellope. "Hm... well, I do enjoy helping civilians... besides, while Vanellope and junkpile keep an eye on things, Felix and I can do our own... observing."
"Oh Tammy, shush!" Felix giggled, blushing deeply.
Ralph rolled his eyes once more. "Fine, I'll watch some boring pizza place for the night. But you owe me, uh... what's your name?"
Mike blinked at Ralph, taking a crumpled piece of paper out of his pocket and placing it into Ralph's hand. Raph took a closer look to see it was a payroll check for 120$.
"My one suggestion... keep your eyes peeled and listen to the prerecorded messages. And whatever you do... avoid being caught." Mike said, and without another word, he made a beeline straight to Dr. Mario's clinic.
Calhoun raised a brow as they watched the man practically run off. "Well he's a screwy one," she snorted. "Where do you find these whackjobs, princess cavity?"
"Hey, he just needs a break!" Vanellope was bouncing up and down excitedly. "Come on, guys, let's just go!"
A short time later, the four friends entered the establishment, taking a quick look around. Everything looked run-down and dirty, litter scattered about.
"Ugh, this place could use a little fixing up," Felix said as he observed the flickering lights hanging over them. "Not exactly welcoming."
"Yeah, kid, why'd you want to come in HERE?" Ralph asked, wrinkling his nose. "I'd rather be back in the brickpile than be here."
"Stop complaining, whiney babies!" Vanellope then spotted a poster of singing animals on the wall. "Oooh entertainment! They look fun!"
Calhoun raised a brow, looking around. "Hm... something seems off about this. I know it's after hours, but..." She was the first to enter the office, giving the room a quick look over. She located the phone with an answering machine attached. "Hey, that Mike guy said that we need to listen to these recordings." Felix was beside her, peeking out one of the doors to usher Vanellope and Ralph inside. Vanellope sat in the office chair, swiveling it around and giggling, and Ralph sat on a worn out leather couch. The room was a bit larger than it seemed, lucky for them. It was about ten minutes before midnight.
"Hey Ralph, are you sure Vanellope should be here all night? It's past her bedtime as it is..."
"Felix, I'm NINE, not five!" She pouted. "There is no way I'm falling asleep!"
Calhoun pressed the button on the recording machine, listening to the message.
"Hello? Oh, Hello! Uh, I wanted to record a message for you to help you get settled in on your first night. Um, I actually worked in that office before you, I'm finishing up my last week now as a matter of fact. So I know it can be a bit overwhelming, but I'm here to tell you: there's nothing to be worried about. Uh, you'll be fine, so let's just focus on getting you through your first night, okay? Uh, let's see... First there's an introductory greeting from the company that I'm supposed to read, eh, it's kind of a legal thing. You know…"
Calhoun tilted her head as she listened to the message. "Interesting…"
"'Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, a magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life. Fazbear Entertainment is not responsible for damage to property or person. Upon discovering that damage or death has occurred, a missing persons report will be filed within 90 days or as soon as property and premises have been thoroughly cleaned and bleached, and the carpets have been replaced-' Blah, blah, blah. Now this might sound bad, I know, but there's really nothing to worry about. Uh, the animatronic characters here do get a bit quirky at night, but do I blame them? No! If I were forced to sing those same stupid songs for 20 years, and never got a bath? I'd probably be a bit irritable at night too. So remember: these characters hold a special place in the hearts of children, and we need to show them a little respect, right? Okay. So just be aware; the characters do tend to wander a bit. Uh, they're left in some kind of "free-roaming" mode at night, uhh, something about their servos locking up if they get turned off for too long. Uhh, they used to be able to walk around during the day, too, but then there was "the Bite of '87." Yeah. It's amazing that the human body can live without the frontal lobe, you know?"
Ralph had been too busy at first thinking about how he was going to waste the next six hours of his life stuck in some office with a hyperactive nine year old, as much as he cared for her. But at this point, certain points of the message caught his attention, and now he was listening a bit closely, glancing over at the blissfully unaware child giggling at the posters stuck to the bulletin board as an uneasy feeling crept over him.
"Uh, now concerning your safety: the only real risk to you as a night watchman here, if any, is the fact that these characters, uh, if they happen to see you after hours, probably won't recognize you as a person. They'll - They'll most likely see you as a metal endoskeleton without its costume on. Now, since that's against the rules here at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza they'll probably try to uh... forcefully stuff you inside a Freddy Fazbear suit. Um, now that wouldn't be so bad if the suits themselves weren't filled with cross-beams, wiring, and animatronic devices, especially around the facial area, so you can imagine how having your head forcefully pressed inside one of those could cause a bit of... discomfort... and death... uh, the only parts of you that would likely see the light of day again would be your eyeballs and teeth that would pop out the front of the mask. Yeah, they don't tell you these things when you sign up. But hey; first day should be a breeze. I'll chat with you tomorrow, uh, check those cameras, and remember to close the doors only if absolutely necessary. Gotta conserve power. Alright. Good night."
Everyone except for Vanellope was frozen in place as the tape finished, the eerie silence getting to them all. She had not really been listening to the recording, playing with a cupcake doll on the desk and being distracted. Calhoun however, had listened to the message intently down to the last detail, not liking the overall atmosphere it conveyed.
"That's it, I'm outta here," Ralph said quickly as he snatched Vanellope up by her hoodie and taking a step for the door, the child beginning to protect as she groped the air, trying to get the cupcake toy back.
"Oh come on, Wreck-It," Calhoun huffed with a humorous grin, trying to hide her own growing conerns. "You really believe that ghost story?"
"Yeah, it's just a joke or something," Vanellope added while she was tossed onto Ralph's shoulder, though her wavering voice betrayed her brave stance as she finally began to notice everyone else's uneasiness.
"You think this is a joke?" Ralph laughed in disbelief. "Take a look around, guys! This is a horror game! Not some cutesy restaurant like Tapper's or Burger Time. This place is designed to kill us!"
"It's after-hours though, Ralph," Felix pointed out, though he stuck close to Calhoun just in case. "Nothing's going to happen to us NOW."
"And what if these... these things…" Ralph spat out, not knowing the proper terminology for the animatronics, "… are like cybugs, huh? What if they just eat and kill and that's all they know?"
Before anyone could answer his question, all of the main lights shut off, and the sound of the main power shutting down was immediately followed by the sound of a temporary battery source clicking on. Felix jumped a bit when suddenly, as the clock read exactly five minutes before midnight, an announcement played over an intercom, a friendly female voice speaking.
"Greetings, and welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizzaria! It is now 11:55 pm, and all evening personnel and security should be at their posts for the night shift. As per the Freddy Fazbear's safety policies and procedures, it is required that each night prior to closing shift that all personnel is reminded of the necessary precautions, procedures and any potential risks they may encounter-"
"Potential risks? What kind of potential risks?" Ralph exclaimed.
"-while on premises. At this point in time, the automatic timer of the security system has initiated the after hour settings on all systems in the restaurant. I will now explain the features of the after hour settings; at this time, the security system lockdown feature has been activated, and all entrances and exit ways to the building will be inaccessible until system reset at exactly 6 am. These entrances and exit ways include, but may not be limited to; all doors, windows, and air vents. In addition,-"
"Jimminy Jamminy, we can't even leave this place, we're trapped in here!" Felix cried.
"- the power save mode feature has been activated. Many electrical functions in the restaurant will be disabled as they are circuited to the main power source which has been shut down to conserve energy. These functions include, but are not limited to; all lighting with the exception of the security lighting, all telephone lines, wifi, television sets, kitchen equipment and appliances, and mechanical stage equipment which does not include animatronics."
"Great codes, if something happens we can't even call for help! My scanner and communicator have no signal!" Calhoun exclaimed.
"Finally, the animatronics themselves also have timers which coincide with the main timer to signal opening and closing hours. Once after hour settings are activated, all animatronics will enter 'free-mode' activation; as you may or may not know, the animatronics in 'free-mode' pose potential safety risks to individuals on the premises. Therefore, 'free-mode' activation on 'off hours' has been strictly forbidden since 1987, and can only be activated during after hours. 'Free-mode' is necessary to ensure proper functioning during day hours and must be activated for this reason despite potential safety risks. We ask evening personnel not to be alarmed if they witness the following behaviors from any or all animatronic characters during after hours, this includes, but is not limited to; traveling from room to room, emitting incomprehensible or garbled audio, interacting with objects such as moving boxes or opening doors, or any spastic or sudden movements.-"
"Oh, you have got to be kidding me." Ralph said flatly.
"- For this reason, we ask all personnel to refrain from entering into any area an animatronic may be in, and urge not to enter the following areas at any part of the shift; the main stage, party area, Pirate's Cove, or the animatronic storage room. If you need to use the kitchen or restroom facilities, it is advised you do so with caution and only if absolutely necessary. If any of the animatronic characters travel near or outside the security office, please remain calm and use the emergency door switches located just next to the doors to the east and west hallways. Do not attempt to do the following which includes, but is not limited to; antagonizing, engaging, attempt to damage or provoke the animatronic characters. Animatronic characters do have the potential to injure persons located on premises when in 'free-mode' as their primary programming is shut down. If in the event that personnel are injured, fatally wounded, or missing, a report will be filed within ninety days of the incident and an investigation will follow. Finally, please be aware of the features of the temporary power system that coincides with the power save mode activated after hours; your security lighting, emergency door switches, and security camera system are circuited to this source so they will continue to function as long as the power source does not run out. Please-"
"As long as it doesn't run out? What are we supposed to do when it DOES?" Ralph threw his hands up.
"-remain calm and stationary in the event the power source runs out before 6 am and avoid movement as much as possible during that time. Thank you for your cooperation and for your assistance to our family here at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, please remember these helpful tips and have a safe and happy night."
"Safe, happy? Are they serious?" Ralph forced out a laugh. "Well this is just great!"
Calhoun glanced at the clock as it read 11:59 pm. "Let me listen to more of this guy's recordings… at least he seems a bit more realistic than that lovely P.A." She pressed the button as Felix clung to her, glancing up at the poster fearfully and pointed at one character in particular, Chica.
"Tammy… i- it's a… a duck…" He whispered.
"Uh, Hello? Hello. Uh, well, if you're hearing this, you made it to night two! Um, congrats. I won't talk quite as long this time, since Freddy and his friends become more active as the week progresses. Uh, it might be a good idea to peek at those cameras while I talk, just to make sure everyone's in their proper place. So, 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 to not run out of power, right? I also want to emphasize the importance of using your door lights. There are blind spots in your camera view, and those blind spots happen to be right outside of your doors. So if you can't find something, or someone on your cameras, be sure to check the door lights. You might only have a few seconds to react… not that you would be in any danger, of course. I'm not implying that. Also, check on the curtains in Pirate Cove from time to time. The character in there seems to be unique in that he becomes more active if the cameras remain off for long periods of time. I guess he doesn't like to be watched. I don't know. Anyway, I am sure you have everything under control. Um, talk to you soon!"
Calhoun looked to the others, where now even Vanellope seemed quite nervous. She glanced at the clock, and realized it was now midnight. "We need to keep our eyes open. Felix, get that laptop open and make sure there's nothing odd going on. I think the little squirt was right about one thing..." She glanced over at the west hall, noticing the light flickering. "We are NOT falling asleep tonight."