This choice: Hell Yeah, and make them hot babes! • Go Back...Chapter #4Five Nights at Freda Fazbear's by: SonicV   “I hate my life.” Said Jake as he slumped forward with a scowl on his face. That wasn’t the first time he had said that, and he was certain that it wouldn’t be the last. I mean, when you are hard up for cash, and the only job you can find is one that pays so little that you only make 120 dollars in one week, what other reaction can you have? Add on the fact that the job is a night time security gig at a Pizza Place that hasn’t been fun since he was ten years old, and Jake was ready to keep that scowl around permanently. As he sat there in the cramped and dimly lit security office, the only thing that slightly distracted him from his misery was when the phone rang. He didn’t even want to answer it, firmly set to stay in self-pity for as long as he wanted. Fortunately, the caller still managed to get through.
“Hello? Hello? Uh, I wanted to record a message for you, to help you get settled into your first night. I know this job can be a bit overwhelming, but I can tell you there is nothing to worry about. You’ll be fine. So, let’s just focus on getting you through your first week. Now first, there’s this introductory greeting from the company I need to read. It’s a legal thing, you know. Um, welcome to Freda Fazbear’s Pizza, a magical place….” By that point, Jake just tuned out the voice of the retiring guard, figuring why bother listening when he can mope? His eyes drifted up to a poster of the lame mascot characters on the wall. Part of Jake did feel bad for having such a cynical outlook on them, but again, growing up had caused him to realize just how cheap and dirty a place Freda’s was. Although, as he looked at them, he did have to admit that age had made him realize just how…interesting their designs were. For a supposedly kid friendly place, he couldn’t help but notice the massive knockers they had given Bonnie. Freda Fazbear also had some rather jiggly parts of her, except it was all junk in her trunk. It didn’t help that none of them had any actual clothes. The most was a bib on Chica The Chicken that said “Let’s Eat”, and given how fat she was, her character always took that to heart. As he looked through one of the cameras that showed the powered down characters however, the guard’s words suddenly caught his attention once again, “…damage or death occurs, a missing person’s report will be filed within 90 days, blah, blah, blah. Now, that might sound bad…”
Might?! MIGHT?!!! At this point, Jake felt a cold shiver run down his spine, and it suddenly became clear to him that he was completely and truly alone. However, the guard then stated that was not necessarily the case, “…The characters due tend to get a bit quirky at night, but do I blame them? No. If I was forced to sing those same stupid songs for twenty years and I never got a bath, I’d probably be a bit irritable to. So remember…” Jake bit his lip; he knew that he should pick up the phone, and either demand that this asshole tell him what the hell he was talking about or just to stop scaring him on his first night, but he wouldn’t. He couldn’t, only listen, “So just be aware, the characters due tend to wander a bit-
“WANDER?!”
“Yes, wander. Now, your only danger as the night watchmen, if any…*sigh*, look, I’ll be honest, there is really only two ways you can do this job properly. You can either conserve your power for the cameras and the doors to make it through the night, BUT, and that’s a big but, bigger than Freda or Chica’s, if the characters do happen to see you, well, all I can say is that if you don’t want their mouths to water, then make that happen between their legs. You follow me? Yeah, they don’t tell you these things when you sign up. But hey, first day should be a breeze. Well, goodnight.” And with that, the voice was gone, and Jake was left alone, and yet he could tell that he would stay that way. His eyes darted through the security cameras, checking every room in a matter of seconds, but once again, all of the characters were right where they should be.
“This….this has to be a joke, right?! I mean, this is nuts! How could they….BETWEEN THEIR LEGS?! Their animatronics, aren’t they?!...” he paused to catch his breath, and desperately to compose himself. He just kept telling himself that he wasn’t in some B-Grade Horror Movie, and that everything was going to be fine, “Take it easy, man. Everything is just fine. It’s gotta be a joke; just a stupid joke. I mean, come on, those three aren’t going to…wait, wasn’t there a fourth one?”
Just as Jake was trying to remember the amount of mascots however, a sudden clatter down the hall made him jump. Instantly he looked into the camera backstage, and suddenly he felt his blood run cold when he saw that Bonnie Bunny was missing!
Suddenly, Jake began to feel…observed. The little voice in his head told him that whatever he does, do not look at the window to his right, but he did. What he saw was a monstrous face staring back at him, and it looked very hungry.
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