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  1. I needed another writing project to kickstart my creativity, mix things up a little, and fate delivered me a rather interesting idea that, surprisingly, I didn't really find much of elsewhere. Have some interesting ideas I wanna try out, so hopefully those are entertaining enough to give a read! And since it came up last time I started a new story, no, I'm not stopping work on The Flowering Knights. Quite contrary, I have plans for a sequel or two, coming up (hopefully) soon! Rescheduling should allow me to keep up a fairly consistent rate on both stories going forward, so I'll do my best to keep things rocking and rolling. For this bizarre idea, well...it may have a bit less on the diaper content than what I usually write here at first (with plenty to follow!), but I promise I'm going somewhere with it and it'll pay off after some setup. As always, thank you for taking the time to read, and please enjoy! ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ CHAPTER 1 - The Crab and Its Mother The show always started with the same announcement, but it never failed put a genuine smile on the face of everyone present in anticipation of what would be a highlight of their year. “Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls: Fazbear Entertainment would like you put your hands together for the one - the ONLY - Freddy Fazbear!” Like clockwork, the elevator would then reach the top of the stage, revealing the towering four animatronics that – somewhat literally – leapt into song. It was an immediate, certified bop that had the crowd cheering, men and women, boys and girls alike enamored with this robotic rockband. Everyone knew who they were and almost everyone had heard them perform at least once before, but it never made any difference: they were a timeless classic, and you couldn’t help but love them every time. “They were a bit clunkier back in our day, huh?” Dylan playfully nudged his girlfriend in the arm, and she brushed him off with a distracted laugh, almost spilling her drink in the process. Sarah was ditzy like that, but it was part of her appeal. He couldn’t help but laugh in return, enjoying the show and her reactions to it. Freddy Fazbear’s Mega Pizzaplex: there wasn’t anywhere else in the world that brought so many different people together. There were kids, teens, adults from their twenties all the way to grandparents, and they’d all come here tonight to see the iconic animatronics perform. Even in the time Dylan had been alive they had progressed so far: when he was a kid, they were basically just a recording and speaker inside a moveable, mechanical skeleton, with a plastic shell to look like an animal around it. Basic stuff, and when you were a dumb kid it didn’t matter. But now? These things were AI, actual learning machines that could interact with people all throughout the Pizzaplex. Heck, they’d even learned – actually learned – how to play in a rockband! And it wasn’t just some poor recording, either: as he watched Chica shred on her guitar in a way he’d never heard before for this song, a deafening roar came up from the people listening. He smiled and gave a short round of applause, impressed. Sarah shook her head and kept clapping. “Oh my God! I didn’t even know she could do that! That’s sooooo cool!” “Yeah, that’s the power of technology I guess,” Dylan scooched his seat a bit closer and put his arm around Sarah. “Once I finish my degree maybe I’ll program the next Glamrocks!” They shared a silly laugh. Dylan wasn’t going into programming, or even IT, for a career, but it was such an upbeat show that it was difficult to keep from simply being happy about, well, everything! Even having a horde of children milling about with their stupid observations, pointing and ear-grating noises couldn’t ruin the moment. Dylan sighed in contentment: tonight was going perfectly so far, and if it continued as he expected then he’d have one of the best nights of his life. An all-expenses paid trip to the Pizzaplex with his girlfriend, his little brother, all the passes they’d need for some based photos with the animatronics, maybe a corner to sneak away to and get lost for some funsies times before heading out for the night? Literally a dream come true. Granted, it required sticking with a batch of lame schoolkids for part of the day, plus the other random goofy boomerfolk that had gotten roped up into this media tour or whatever, and their crazed grandchildren, but Dylan could get through all that if it meant he and Sarah could have a good night. And potentially a better night, if he played his cards right. The thought made him grin to himself, enough so Sarah had to ask him what he was thinking about. He played it off cool, said something unimportant and went back to focusing. Chicks got crazy when they didn’t get a straight answer, and she’d probably get the message. Set her up so you two can knock it down tonight, he thought to himself. A few seconds later he stole a glance at her, and judging by the look on her distracted face she was probably connecting the dots, in a good way. Smooth moves, Dylan. Smooth moves. It was natural – they were in their twenties, they’d been dating for a few months and they were very much in love. Sure, she had her problems, but Dylan wasn’t perfect either, and he knew it. Was barely on his mind in the moment. The song ended with raucous applause, and the animatronics took up a group bow. Freddy Fazbear waved and held up the microphone. “Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls! Thank you so much for coming out tonight!” More cheering, to the point it was starting to get annoying to Dylan. Come on, just get on with the show already… “We’re really glad you could make it, and hope you’re having as much fun as we are. If you have any requests, you can upload them with the FazApp on your smart phones, and a lucky winner might just get their pick, played live!” At this, several people started pulling out their phones excitedly. Suddenly a man in the crowd, looking straight out of a few decades back, shouted up at the stage. “Got any David Bowie in those bear arms?” As a few of the adults snickered at this, Freddy looked over at the crocodile in the back. Monty, was his name? Dylan couldn’t remember, never really paid much attention to that one. The suave animatronic tipped his star-shaped sunglasses and nodded a few times. Freddy made what sounded like a mechanical chuckle. “I think we just might.” Within a few seconds the animatronics were jamming out again to a song Dylan had never heard before. He scowled – it wasn’t that the music was bad, and neither was the performance. If anything, he was impressed at the fact that the animatronics could not only take live requests, but could do so without the FazApp. That meant there wasn’t a staff team intervening or programming or remixing anything, and the band really was just doing it as they went. Maybe they had access to music files or something, or they’d been practicing it. Maybe it was a plant! Like that stuff they do in magic shows where they have someone in the audience that’s actually in on the whole thing, a performer’s trick. In the end it was still plain impressive, and when they were done with it he offered them a round of applause with everyone else. Freddy and the gang were really something, and they were making this the best date ever. The thing that grated on Dylan was some old fart trying to have his fifteen seconds of fame and then acting like he was enjoying the show when the animatronics stole the limelight again. He had half a mind to call the 1980s-looking middle-aged prick out for his goofy boomer wisecracks in the middle of the show, but decided against it. Sarah didn’t like it when he got like that with losers, no matter how annoying they were, and an argument with her was the last thing he needed tonight, especially in front of so many people. For hours Freddy and friends played, jamming away with practiced songs and taking a few requests as they went: some were originals from Fazbear Entertainment, others classics from various musical ages. They never took any of Dylan’s suggestions, something irritating but not really the end of the world. It was still a great show, one for the ages. Then there was the usual bustle of people trying to get some pictures and autographs with the animatronics, something people were shuffled away from, mainly due to their lack of passes. The massive showroom slowly emptied out as people went their separate ways, and the band bid their fans a good night with some snazzy waves or metal hand gestures before taking the elevator down the way they’d come. Dylan waved them off, knowing it wouldn’t be long before he’d be saying hello again. Unlike a bunch of the doofy folk present, he had all the slips he’d need to have a few selfies and a handshake with the famous robot rockband. “I guess we should go pick up the gremlins first, huh?” Dylan turned to Sarah. She scowled and soft-punched him in the arm, to which he stifled a yelp. “I told you not to call my sister a gremlin! And he’s your little brother, don’t be such an ass about it.” He rolled his eyes. They’d been over this before, he didn’t really mean it. He liked Matt, they had a good relationship and he was a good kid. Sarah’s little sister wasn’t so bad, either, if a little too headstrong for her own good at times. Still, they were kids, and constantly needing attention and getting in the way of him and Sarah: having a date night was nearly impossible with those two in the equation. Thankfully, there was a way to fix that. Both of them were friends with Ava, and Ava’s big brother was a nice guy. A couple tables over, Rick was babysitting the gremlin trio with the patience of someone that didn’t have any self-respect. Dylan didn’t hide his opinion of Rick, but Sarah was a girl and didn’t want to upset anyone, so he played nice and always said ‘thank you’ when Rick offered to make room for the two of them. As he and Sarah approached Matt came skipping up. “Did you see that?!” Matt was full of energy, practically bouncing out of his shoes, no doubt the effects of too much Fizzy Faz. “Sure did, bud.” Dylan ruffled his brother’s hair, smiling. “What was your favorite part?” Matt made an effort to explain it, but most of it was just sugar-infused rambling. A few chuckles later, Dylan simply offered, “Yeah, me too. Betcha can’t wait to get a pic, huh?” “Yup yup!” Yeah, he was hooked. That was good, the Pizzaplex wasn’t exactly a cheap place to visit all the time, so having it really count meant Dylan wouldn’t be getting roped into funding a trip here on his own anytime soon. Hopefully. The group exchanged some smalltalk, mainly keeping the kids focused and excited. Sarah did her usual fussing, asking everyone if they needed to go pee because once they started the backstage tour it’d be hard to find a bathroom, on and on. Matt made the embarrassing mistake of asking why, at which point Rick had to remind him that animatronics didn’t need bathrooms. A few minutes later, one of those rolling staffbots came up to them. “Hi. Backstage group tour starts in five minutes. Please come to the stage and have your backstage passes ready for verification.” Again, Sarah was the one leading the charge on making sure everyone had their little passes pocketed and on-hand, threatening that losing one might mean sitting out the tour. Once satisfied everyone was safe, she led the children towards the stage, by hand for the girls as Matt skipped not-too-far ahead. Rick stifled a laugh of satisfied amusement. “I’ve got to say, coming here was a good call. I don’t think they’ve had this much fun since that trip to the movies.” Dylan stifled a laugh of his own, this one rude. “What, the one with the scary movie where Ava peed her pants?” “No. The cartoon.” If Rick was irritated he was doing a good job of hiding it. The two didn’t say anything else until they got to the stage. Dylan spotted that 80s guy from earlier walking away with what was probably his wife. Something was said about the Daycare, and that reminded Dylan that there were a bunch of schoolkids on tour here, too. Most of them weren’t allowed to see the show, and got stuck in the Daycare for the time being. Supposedly, there were concerns from some parents that the animatronics would be traumatizing or give their kids nightmares, and so the compromise was reached by the school shortly before the trip was approved. But there were still a few young teens that were present, guided by Mr. Johnson himself. Dylan hadn’t liked Mr. Johnson much back in the day, and the man still seemed like that type of done-with-this-shit teacher he had been for years. Oh well, wasn’t Dylan’s problem anymore. Once the group of them were assembled the staffbot did what looked like a headcount. “Backstage tour will begin momentarily. Please ask any questions you may have.” Sarah raised her hand. “I thought we were going backstage?” She pointed to a nearby door labeled backstage: staff only. “Is the tour updated?” The staffbot looked like it almost lost balance at this question, something that immediately embarrassed Dylan. Really, Sarah? In front of all these strangers? “Backstage tour proceeding as programmed,” the staffbot answered. “Please ask any questions you may have.” Sarah shrugged this off, and Dylan made an effort to not facepalm. Obviously the bots knew what they were doing. Besides, it wasn’t like Fazbear Entertainment would let them just wander around the Pizzaplex unsupervised, getting lost in its backrooms like some stupid creepypasta. A couple of the other people had some equally silly questions, including some girl that looked like she was addicted to social media and her phone. To Dylan’s surprise, the staffbot didn’t ask her to put it away. He could have sworn he remembered the staffbots being fussy about people taking pictures, something about how the flash could mess with the animatronics’ eyes, or some other weird tech reason. Maybe that was changed along with whatever tours used to be like. Regardless, it meant they’d get some neat opportunities for selfies. A single post with a Fazbear-shaped button was the only control shown on the elevator, and the staffbot pushed it with a simple motion. A safety fence encircled the elevator as it immediately began to descend at a reasonably slow pace. Glittering lights shown all around them, and as Dylan looked up he realized that it was a humongous holographic display of the rockband! There they all were, towering above the people that idolized them: Freddy Fazbear, the face of the franchise and the singer everyone adored. Chica, jamming away on her holographic guitar. Roxanne, playing her weird keyboard/guitar hybrid thingy. Monty or whatever his name was, on his guitar. It was a really cool show, and Dylan was almost sad he was viewing it from right underneath, instead of where he could see them front and center. Until his eyes drifted between Chica’s legs and got a solid view of her robot ass. For some reason he couldn’t describe his eyes immediately fixated, some instinct kicking in. He had to force his eyes away by turning his head back, hoping to look up at the ceiling so far above, instead getting a look at Roxy’s ass. From there it was just a back and forth between the two, increasingly special thoughts filling his head as they went before they gently reached the bottom of the elevator ride, and the safety gate retracted. “This way,” the staffbot gently motored forward with a whirr sound. Dylan began to realize how different things looked down here: they’d just come from a large plaza with full colors, immaculate cleaning, bright lights, flashy music and pictures everywhere. Down here it was drab concrete and red lights, like they’d just gone into a nuclear silo or something. Chills ran up his spine for a moment, and he wasn’t certain if it was the mood and eerie, hollow sounds around his ears or Sarah deathgripping his hand and pulling close. She was practically jumping into his arms like a cartoon character, and his hand began to lose circulation, but Dylan didn’t dare stop. This was a dream come true! What guy didn’t want to put up a brave front for his girl? Proud, he continued forward after the staffbot along with the others. A weird feeling seemed to settle amidst everyone, cautious glances around as people seemed disoriented and confused at the sudden shift in mood. It was like they had left heaven and gone straight to hell. Or something. There was a crudely placed ramp leading directly to a garage door, with a sign next to it that said B2. The staffbot gently went into it. “We are now underneath the Pizzaplex. Please do not stray: guests are not allowed down here, and we do not wish to lose sight of you for legal reasons.” The following hallway was at least somewhat decent, with a laminated wood floor and simple brick walls. Kind of like a school, or something. It led straight ahead to another garage door-looking thing, and also broke to the right. When the staffbot hit the intersection it stopped, as if unsure of where to go. It took a minute for it to start moving forward again, bumping into the door a few seconds later. “This is Parts and Services,” it replied, its voice going a bit goofy. “Freddy and tHe GaNg can come here directly for some fit and polish after a hard day of performing. Due to a hazardous work ENViRONment, we will not be vIsiting without the neceSSary perSONal protective eQUIPment, or PPE, mandated undeR federal law 49 Forty-Nine CFR One-Seven-Two point Seven-Zero-Four.” “That’s a weird fact for the tour,” Dylan grumbled. He felt Sarah’s hand somehow tighten around his own. “Dylan, I’m getting scared.” He tried to pat her reassuringly. “It’s all good, babe. I’m here, we’ll be okay.” She seemed to lighten up a bit, and his hand thanked him for a small amount of bloodflow back. The staffbot turned around, going back the way it had come. When it reached the intersection it turned left and halted again. “This path leads to-” it stopped midsentence, making some computerized garble sounds before nearly falling backwards, then accelerating like a bullet and smashing face-first into the wall with a comedic bronk sound, flopping backwards and making a sound like powering down. Smoke emanated from its body and the smell of burning electronics filled the air. Several screams echoed throughout the enclosed space, and a few surprised cries came through as well. It took more than a few seconds to get everyone to calm down and stop freaking out. That one girl from earlier took a short video with her smartphone, and after a few seconds made a confused face. “That’s weird. I don’t have any service down here.” Concerningly, it seemed like a trend: no one had any signal in their current location. When one of the teens tried to head up to the Parts and Services doorway they were likewise unable to proceed. Some pounding did no good, and Mr. Johnson tried knocking on the door that returned to the elevator. No dice – they were stuck down here. “Okay,” Rick pointed down the hallway they hadn’t tried yet. “Only one way left to go.” “No way!” Ava grabbed his leg fearfully. “It’s dark and scary.” The man gave her a headpat and pulled out his smartphone. Dylan shook his head, “Dude, there’s no signal down here.” A light emanated from the smartphone, and Rick passed it to Ava, who practically snatched it from his hands. “Diodes don’t lose reception.” Reluctant to admit their moment of forgetfulness, soon everyone had assembled an array of flashlights. It wasn’t long before they were back in a concrete room of sorts, blocky pillars and barely any lighting present. This must have been the foundation of the building, eerie and with weird shadows at every corner. What lights there were were either red and barely helpful, or flickering and barely better than that. A small, electric cart was jammed in the corner without its key, and so the group proceeded slowly and carefully, huddled together for safety. A marking on the wall read B2-MAIN-COR-N2. “Dylan, Sarah, write that down,” Rick pointed it out. “Let’s keep track of where we go, in case we get lost.” “Are we lost?” Matt whispered worryingly up to Dylan. Dylan shook his head. “Nah, lil’ man: just strayin’ from the beaten path! It’s an adventure of a lifetime, right Sarah?” He turned to Sarah, who didn’t look the least bit convinced, but she forced an agreement for the sake of the kids present. They rapidly lost track of time, scouring around for a way out and checking for signal as they went. Everyone collectively spaced out more and more as they did, checking things over more and more carefully, like some secret passage would reveal itself. Rick seemed convinced there was more value in following the corridor, but was easily outvoted on blazing a trail through and potentially getting themselves lost further and further into the maze. Surely they were just as likely to have someone come check on them after they disappeared, and after the staffbot lost contact and powered down, right? “Hey, Sarah,” Dylan asked. She made a hmm? sound as he nudged her. “I’ve been thinkin’, since we’ve got the place to ourselves while we wait for a rescue, how about we-” There was a brief scream from nearby, causing him to immediately jump upright and spin around, heart pounding. In the confined space, finding the location was hard, but he recognized it as Matt’s and immediately took off after it. Rounding one corner rewarded him with the sight of his little brother, sitting down and backing away cautiously from a vent on the wall. The boy pointed and stammered, “D-did you see that? It’s in the vent! It’s there!” “What is? What was it?” Dylan asked. He sighed, trying not to freak out himself in front of Sarah. Whatever it had been must have scared the daylights out of Matt, as a noticeable wet patch was etched into his cargo shorts. “A little music man thingy! Like the DJ! He’s-” Matt started to hiccup, trying hard not to cry. “-missing teeth, and he had these-” “Oh, sweetie,” Sarah knelt down and hugged him, letting the kid bawl his eyes out into her bosom. “It’s okay, we’re here now.” She rocked him back and forth a bit as Dylan sighed again. “I know it’s scary for ya down here, but try and stay brave for me, okay?” he asked. Matt didn’t respond, so Dylan tried again. “Okay, look, no more splitting up. You’re sticking with me or Sarah, okay?” A muffled OHGKAIYE sound was all the confirmation he needed. After at least an hour and a half it was starting to look hopeless. Groups kept cycling back and forth between the locked doors they’d come from to the locked doors at the end of the concrete hallways, seemingly unable to get anywhere. No amount of pounding or pleading at the doors, no amount of trying to send text messages or phonecalls or even shouting for help seemed to do the trick. For all intents and purposes, they were stuck here. “What’s this lead to?” Rick asked someone in the distance. Mr. Johnson’s voice could be heard answering him, B2-ATR-COR-E. Rick made a thinking sound. “It’s gotta lead to the atrium, where we came from. Maybe one of those closed attractions on the side, from when we came in?” Dylan and Sarah approached, siblings in close tow. “And how would you remember something like that, huh?” “Just observant,” Rick shrugged. “Not like the other option is viable.” He nodded at the large door across from him, one with some kind of robotic head marking nearby that a group of teens were failing to open. “Gather everyone here and let’s see where it leads.” There was a frustrated sigh from that young woman from earlier, the one with the smartphone obsession. “Like, you know it’s shut tight too, don’t you? Already checked it.” After a few seconds of walking up to it, Rick squatted down and slid his fingers underneath, grunting as he brought it up a few inches. “Someone give me a hand,” he wheezed, and a few of the men moved in to help. Together, they were able to lift it up enough to fit through. The girl shrugged. “I just heard that from some other people, guess they were wrong.” “Not important,” Rick pointed down the short tunnel. It’s a new possibility, let’s see where it leads us.” After taking a brief moment to gather everyone together, the refugees continued on their perilous journey. Sarah sighed. “This is taking forever. I’m just glad we’re finally moving again. Anything that helps me get that song out of my head.” “What, one of the ones the animatronics played?” Rick asked. “Yeah, the one catchy one they did is really hard to not think about, you know?” “Oh, you mean the waltz?” Sarah made a confused sound, so Rick elaborated. “Maybe not a waltz, but it has the same beat to it.” He snapped his fingers, once low, then twice high, repeating over and over again. “It’s a classic pace for a waltz – a type of dance.” “Ohhhh, that’s why it’s so catchy!” Sarah giggled to herself. “Makes sense now.” Dylan was about to say something to cut Rick’s know-it-all explanations down a peg when they stopped suddenly. Mr. Johnson pointed ahead. “There! It’s a door, a normal one!” The door read staff only on it, but no one seemed to care. At this point they were ploughing ahead, desperate to get back above and into the normal Pizzaplex. Dylan was the first one up, storming up the stairs in an irritated mood. Getting trapped down below the first level was bad enough, then Rick was trying to act like some bigshot hero because he knew some stuff and now they were super late and he was missing out on time with Sarah? Yeah, screw that. The sooner he got up and out and things were settling down the sooner they could get back to normal, and he could hopefully salvage his date. There, up the winding staircase was another doorway. Practically ripping it open, he stepped out into the familiar sights and sounds of the atrium not far off, a map-board and some posters for attractions all around the pi- “Hi.” It was a loud and robotic greeting as something jammed right up into his face and knocked him backwards, right on his ass. Pain jolted up his spine as he landed right on a bone, winding him immediately. He felt something warm starting to pool underneath him, barely through the hurt of it all. Was it…blood? Something whizzed forward, shoving a piece of folded paper at his face. “Please take this map. Take a map.” Dylan slowly started to realize he wasn’t being attacked, instead having been sought after by a slightly-too-energetic map bot. A brief look down made him realize that he had not in fact been wounded, and was not bleeding. The sudden pain had just made him lose control and he’d pissed his pants. People came rushing up the stairs, confused and frightened about what had happened. “This stupid fuckin’ bot just attacked me, pushed me over.” Dylan growled, standing up and trying to act like nothing had happened, cheeks burning from embarrassment. He snatched the map angrily from its hands. Thankfully, people seemed too tired to make any fun of point it out or anything else, really. It was getting late, almost midnight by this point. “I think the shortest way out of here is back to the Daycare,” Mr. Johnson announced. “The others should still be around and we can all go our separate ways from there.” Mumbles of discontent were of no use, they all slowly made their way there. It was oddly empty in the Pizzaplex, a distinct lack of people aside from themselves and only the mundane routines of staffbots cleaning the floors and polishing attractions. Dylan was furious! One stupid thing after another, the whole night was basically ruined by this point. He wanted to kick something really hard, let out all the anger brewing inside of him. It wasn’t until Sarah gently held his hand that he had a stroke of relaxation. Maybe…maybe it was gonna be okay. She seemed genuinely concerned for his frame of mind, almost like she was worried he’d been hurt by the mapbot. The stress melted away and by the time they’d walked a room over he was in a much better mood. By the time they hit the daycare area he was startled to see that everyone was still here. The entire school tour, the parents, pretty much everyone that was a part of their little party group. Mrs. White approached in a kerfuffle. “Mr. Johnson! Where on Earth have you been?” He sighed. “Our tour guide had a malfunction, and we were trapped under the Pizzaplex with no signal. We only just now made it out, thanks to these young folk.” At this he indicated Dylan, Sarah and Rick, something that made Dylan beam with pride. He’d had a huge crush on Mrs. White way back in the day, and she still looked pretty great now. Granted, he had no intentions of cheating on Sarah, but it was nice to look good in front of one of your old teachers. “Oh goodness!” she threw her hands up in the air. “That must have been horrible! I’m so glad you’re back now. The Daycare attendant has been loathe to let us go without everyone being accounted for, and we didn’t want to take the bus back without you.” It was nice and all, but Dylan was fine with calling it quits for the night. Everyone else seemed about at their limit of ‘fun’ as well. An automated-sounding voice played over the loudspeakers. "Freddy Fazbear's Mega Pizzaplex is now closed. Initiating nighttime protocols." “Huh?” Mrs. White was frantic. “But we’re still in here!” In the distance Dylan could hear the Daycare attendant – a peppy jester animatronic named Sun – excitedly talking about staying up all night with the kids, cheering them up from whatever adult nonsense they were all too happy to ignore. Free sleepover with pizza and soft drinks? They were all in, of course. The adults in question, of course, were not so happy. Calls for speaking to management or calling the police came up, and it was starting to look like something of a riot might ensue. Moments before disaster, a calming, automated voice called to them from nearby. “Everyone, please! I beg of you to relax for a moment.” It was Freddy Fazbear himself, accompanied by his three bandmates! A wave of elation rushed through the people present. It wasn’t enough to stop the discontent, but it was at least something. “I…” Freddy started, scratching the back of his head. “Was unaware there were still guests in the Pizzaplex. What are you all doing here?” The teachers briefly explained their predicament. The animatronic bear looked thoughtful. “I see.” There was a long pause, uncomfortably long. “I am truly sorry. However…the Pizzaplex is under security lockdown for the night, and all of our staff have gone home for the night. You will not be able to leave until the lockdown ends.” “And how long will that be?” Mrs. White was doing her best not to blow a gasket. Freddy hesitated again. He sounded truly apologetic, actually contrite about the situation. “Normally, the doors would open at 6AM. Unfortunately, there is a special concert booked, and maintenance was intended to go throughout the week. We will not be open again until Saturday morning.” “What?!” He held up his hands. “Please, do not be alarmed! Our staffbots are still active and will do everything to make your stay as comfortable as possible, and Fazbear Entertainment will surely cover all the costs to make up for this unfortunate situation!” Mr. Johnson didn’t look happy, either. “Can’t we just call someone to unlock the doors?” Freddy blinked. “I have tried to contact the main office, but there is a connection error. I cannot get a hold of anyone.” A girl mentioned something nearby. “I tried calling outside the Pizzaplex, but it went right to voicemail and hung up on me. Oh, I’m Kayla, by the way.” Freddy looked back at the other animatronics. They looked blank, as if dreading something. Dylan wasn’t certain of what it was until Freddy looked back at them. “There may be a service issue present. If we cannot fix it, then you will be stuck here until the doors open again. I…” a sudden resolve went through the animatronic and he stood up straighter, closing his fists. “We will give you a vacation here until then, to make up for it. For all of you.” Mr. Johnson didn’t buy into it. “How? We’ll need food and a place to sleep and laundry and-” “Do not worry,” a sultry, electronic female voice cooed. It was Chica. “This location has stockpiled enough to keep you all safe and happy for a few days! Our friendly security staff can help- with any laundry, provisions or setup you need to have a Fazerrific stay here.” The teachers exchanged glances. “…I don’t think everyone is going to be happy about this-” “Please,” Freddy held up his hands. “We will do everything we can for you to keep you all safe.” Discontent was still there. Honestly, Dylan wasn’t even sure how much he had misheard, having kind of spaced out through a lot of it. It was foggy, and he wasn’t really certain of the details beyond the general gist of things. “Big brother?” Matt asked. “What did they mean?” Dylan looked down, then to Sarah, then back down at Matt. “Well…it means we’re going to have a bit of an unexpected vacation on our hands!” The boy frowned. “We are!” “Of course we are. We’re gonna spend five night’s at Freddy’s.”
  2. From the album: General arts

    I've been practicing my skills in digital art... Not very good tbh, especially considering the only program I know how to use is MS Paint, but with the current art trend of drawing Pizza Tower crossover level intros, I thought that my "skills" would fit quite well with it! This is the result :D

    © Peppino and Pizza Tower are owned by Tour de Pizza, Shizuku owned by Omorashi.Org's team, art by me (TentacleDood)

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