A courtesy gift from your managers. 

Seeing as you were one of the few mechanics that happened to work there, and only recently began working there for a few weeks, they saw it as a “Welcoming gift, for the newest member of the Fazbear family.” The job wasn’t complicated either, not that you ever had to do anything too serious. Mostly consisting of taking care of short circuits with lights, faulty arcade machines, and some minor repairs on staff bots, such as map bots, or the security, even the cute little mop bots. Not that you weren’t qualified to handle working on the main crew, it’s just that it just so happened to be quite rare that any of them got into a situation in need of such repairs. The biggest thing you’ve ever had to do was give them some minor software updates. Even then it wasn't serious enough to have to check them out, simply just a few clicks on a tablet, a few minutes of waiting and you were done. Not only that but there were also other mechanics, so you’ve only ever spoken to one of the animatronics twice, that being Monty. 

Your nose scrunched up at the memory, walking through the sliding glass doors pulling your work badge out, and scanning it across the gate reader, allowing passage through the blockers. Despite your liking for the gator’s design and brand in general, you found his actual personality to be one of a struggle to be around. His presence could get pretty intense. Both times filled with silence, as he glared down at you, as if helping upload his newest updates was an inconvenience to him. Whoever coded “I’m a prick program” into robots had one hell of a sense of humor. And not one you particularly enjoyed when he growled at the sight of you trying to start a conversation. Scoffing and mumbling to yourself, maneuvering through the crowd of parents and running children, you caught sight of the main gang on stage, performing their hearts out. Or lack thereof. 

You had to admit. Seeing them up there at all was amazing. It even made you stop in your tracks as you smiled while watching, eyes never leaving the stage as you continued walking slowly only to run into a hard surface. Looking up at your obstacle, you saw it was not, in fact, anyone, but Mapbot. It stared at you with beady eyes as you stared back, an awkward chuckle bubbling up in your throat as you gave small finger guns. 

 “Heeyy,,,uh,,you…Sorry for uh, bumping into you” You got no response as he stared on in silence, You groaned mentally at yourself. As people passing by gave you odd glances. “Cool,,,see you later map bot,,” You coughed as you continued on with your journey to parts and service. Where you spend the majority of your time here, as management will send in text, leaving the list of what end up needing repairs, and where to get spare parts for it” Sighing as you sped walked to your destination, soon the loud music was unhearable as you made your way through rockstar row, the soft jazz theme playing over the speaker, soon to become muffled as you made a left, opening the big gray metal doors, in dull and worn out stickers saying “EMPLOYEE’S ONLY”. Pushing open the door with a small grunt, you huffed face grimacing once again.

You always hated this hallway. The walls were painted a dull red, and the lights flickered, the air smelled of musk and a light dusk, the soft buzz of fluorescent lights ahead behind heard. Your feet echoed with every step you took, as you looked around the dark hallway. It’s not the usual you’d ever truly see something new but it never made it any less of a disturbing area. 

Though today didn't seem to be the case. 

You paused as you looked into the dark part of the hallway where the light did not reach, as one of the bulbs had gone out a few weeks back. Your steps falter at the gleaming red glowing eyes peeking at you. You took a step back with a soft gasp, clutching onto your phone flashlight quickly to turn it on. There staring up at you happened to be a floor sign bot. His poor eye lights hanging on by wires, and a few shoe print indents on his torso part? At least you always assumed it was a torso. The sign bots were cute, always reminding you of Wall-E. 

Sighing softly you walked closer patting his head, having to bend down slightly to do so. “Come on, let’s get you fixed up, yeah?” Despite being used to some robots roaming around the maintenance room, it never stopped giving you a good old spook. Perhaps it was just the ambiance and how ominously quiet the place was. The small whirs of the bot bought you out of thought, as you watched its cameras zoom in and out on you, seemingly struggling to focus, before turning slowly and going back down the hallway and into the open door space, where a soft light lay around the corner, before running into the wall with a soft thud though.

You cringed softly, following with haste, rounding the corner and scanning the room. Today consisted of two staff bots, the poor partially blind sign bot, and the frequent regular raceway bot. Setting your bag down on the small desk in the corner you sat in your swivel chair, spinning in it until you slowed to a stop. All four bots staring at you. 

“We can do our routine, finish up with you guys, I work on the arcade and check the systems to send out any updates management may have sent me” Not that you ever truly expected an actual response seeing as the staff bots didn't have as much, free range with vocabulary as the other animatronics, other than a few pre-recorded line, it never stopped you from talking to them. Even if they were robots, they did make it seem as if they were listening. Now that you think about it, the lack of vocalization may be due to how expensive it would’ve been. It kills you to even remember that the four main animatronics were worth millions, maybe even literal billions of dollars. Animatronics that would be worth more than you'd ever have in your bank account, if not in one but maybe even THREE lifetimes.

So one by one, each animatronic was updated, adjusted, fixed, and with the use of the electric teakettle you used to boil water in, and a hefty plunger from the convenience store to get big dents out, each one was slowly finished. Usually, when done they helped clean up a bit before leaving, whether it be sweeping, or handing you tools, you always appreciated the extra help, so it was no surprise to you when a staff bot stayed to sweep. Rolling your office chair, (which had a wheel missing) You laid your screwdriver and electrical tape across your lap as you peeked down at the eyeless sign bot. With a squint you noticed the wires sparking, well that was no good. Looking closer they appear like they’ve been yanked right from the socket. Frowning, you gently reached your hand inside, before yanking it back quickly with a yelp. 

Right.

Gloves.

Rolling your chair over to the desk and grabbing your gloves putting them on, only after grimacing at the slight throbbing in your hand before shaking your head loose of the thoughts. Reaching into the socket once more you ever so carefully removed and disconnected the wires from the metal plate inside the small eye lights and began inspecting them. They are entirely busted and need new ones. Sliding the chair back over to the box, you tried not to let out an almost guilty ‘awh’ watching as the poor thing started to spin in circles, cameras rapidly trying to get its vision to focus. 

 Usually, when bots needed extra pieces and parts they stayed stored under a big cardboard box filled with spare pieces from scrapped bots. Pulling the box out, you rummaged through, in search of new light pieces, but sadly come up short. With a frown, you rummaged more even dumping out some pieces still coming up with nothing. Eyebrows furrowed together, and with a small huff, you looked around in question of what’d you do. Feeling the stare of the staff bot that stayed to help you look up.

“Here at Fazbear Entertainment, we take pride in helping families, customers, and employees. If you ever need assistance please let us know” The generic voice crackled from his voice box. You know they tried and even wanted to communicate, yet they were stuck with only a few lines. Giving a small smile you held up the eye light. 

“Know where I can get any more of these?” The robot stared at you as blankly as ever, a long pause before slowly turning on his wheels, eyes never leaving you as he began down the hallway.

“Please follow me.” He called from the hallway. Hopping up, you sat down the old eye lights and patted the mop bot's head. Despite getting startled you still mummer a small ‘be right back.’, as you continued down to follow the staff bot, which honestly can move pretty fast for wheels and carpet, always having you have to do a semi-sprint or speed walk just to keep up. Opening the doors, it looked around before leading you down to the main hall where the crowds and families were, children, running around. The music stopped, other than the normal overhead music that resonated from the speakers, so it must be the animatronics time to hang out in their attractions. Leading you up the escalator, onto the second floor, you find yourselves soon approaching the back, into an elevator. Stepping inside you looked around it. Wasn’t big, but wasn’t too small to where you felt cramped, just enough for a family of five to be honest. The lights flickered a bit overhead, probably something that they would have you fix later.

 Clicking the “level 0” button, the bot waited in silence. Messing with the strings of your jacket you tried your best to not feel so awkward. The elevator soon began to move, with a small rumble before it began its retreat down. The elevator music played through the speaker, the noise sounding very similar to the tune that played in Rockstar’s Way, yet softer and had a bit of a twinkle to it.

 At the last bit, the lights began to flicker again, the elevator shaking and rumbling loudly. With a gasp, you held onto the wall rail for support as it screeched to a stop, dinging as the doors slowly forced open with an eerie creek. Glancing at the supposedly unbothered staff bot, who happened to be looking at you with expectancy, you slowly began stepping out of the metal shaft, looking around your new surroundings. Squinting, you reached for your phone, turning it on, eyes focusing on the dust that flew around. The air smelled like must, and there was a cold chill that overcame you. Shuddering you zipped up your jacket with a small huff as you looked around only to notice you lost sight of the staff bot. 

The sound of the elevator door shutting resonated from behind you. 

“H-hey wait a minute” You reached out sprinting back to the door but it had already closed. Huffing as you watched it go back up you groaned as you looked around. It didn't even tell you the directions of the place you were supposed to be going in. Aiming the flashlight at your surroundings you decided the best option would just be to wait for the elevator to come back down. Leaning against the wall you folded your arms closing your eyes. 

Your moment's silence was short-lived, a thud further down the hall, echoing through the darkness. Brows furrowed as you opened your eyes, and a few more thuds followed, with the sounds of whirring and clicking. Looking around, you aimed your flashlight back down the hallway to your left. Nothing. Maybe it was old rafters or shelves falling? The establishment appeared to be much older than the higher main levels showed. Though more thuds were repeated, more mechanical whirrs were heard. Your lips tugged downwards as you glanced at the elevator. It wouldn’t hurt to take just a quick check right? Sighing you began to tread forward, your footsteps echoing and patterning through the halls, which happened to have assortments of dusty boxes and shelves of mechanical parts, Some were large crates labeled “Item: endoskeleton Quantity:1” 

Even the thought that they had so many robots they may have shipped out or how many more they may be making made you shudder. Despite being used to working with robots, you always found the exoskeleton or the insides to be a bit disturbing. Shaking your head, you continued down the hallway, before finding one of the sources. There on the floor lay an overturned box, many actually that looked scurried through and desperately searched. Claw marks on the side of the cardboard, the insides being spilled out of batteries, flashlights, old lamps, and other random junk are thrown into the box like old merch and sticker packs. Looking around with furrowed brows you continued onwards, following the trails of overturned ransacked boxes. There could be an animal down there. Frowning, you looked around for an item just in case you were to come across some rabid animal, may it be raccoons or dogs who knows. Seeing another dusty merch item, you ripped the tag off of a “Let’s Eat!” Chica pinata bat, and get a firm grip in your hands by doing a few test swings. 

Alright, you could handle this. Just some animal. Nothing to worry about. You got this. Continuing down, quieting your footsteps, your eyes squinted at the sight of light, crouching behind a crate you noticed a light-emitting on the wall opposite of the corner, showing off a shadow, it appeared to be a hunched-over figure, rummaging through things. Maybe it was a little raccoon. Sighing and letting out a shaky breath you began to round the corner though what you saw was no animal. Your face paled as you took several steps back. A large, very large figure was rummaging through a box, multiple lamps, and lit flashlights in the area, it was a robot by the sight of most of its exoskeleton showing, accompanied by the whirring clicks of its fingers or well, the fingers of the hand it had, the other arm hung low only hanging on by a few wires, although the paint was faded and chipped, you were sure it was a bright yellow, red and yellow striped yet torn pants, the chassis missing, and left leg exposed, it's yellow encasing nowhere in sight, though the most terrifying? The face, what you assumed or where you assumed the face plate should be was void, the inside just being a mess of wars, and yet, white eyes with glowing red pin[pricks were there, sharp teeth from the mouth of the exoskeleton twitched and jerked, with triangular shaped pieces spun and moved in and out of the face plate. They almost reminded you of the sun rays, although a few seemed missing. The whirring and clicking stopped as it turned to you.

Mouth open agape you stumbled back at what stood before you, seeming as if about to approach and reach for you, you let out a scream, clutching your bat tighter as you began to run. You could hear the clunking of metal on concrete alerting you of the giant animatronic chasing you down. Pushing boxes and crates down in an attempt to slow it down you ran back to the elevator as fast as you could, heart beating in your chest as the clunking approached faster. Clicking rapidly on the elevator button your face paled more at the sight of it crawling. Yes crawling on the walls to reach you, torso twisted normally, with backward legs all clicking and moving rapidly as it approached. Luckily enough for you, the elevator opened as it struggled around the boxes. Pushing into the door you were quick to click the close elevator door button. The lights flickered on the inside as you backed away from the door, breathing rapidly as you clutched your sleeves listening silently. 

There was no movement, no clicking, no whirring. Sighing as you desperately tried to catch your breath you slid down to the floor, sighing as you stared at the small window of the elevator. Only to instantly recoil with a scream as it pressed its face against the glass, sunrays have shrunken as its sharp exposed hand clawed against the window, leaving deep scratch marks on it.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

It was tapping on the glass. Crawling as far back as you could from the glass, you watched it with jerky movements tilt its head at you tapping the glass before slamming a fist at the glass. Before you saw its mouth moving. A static ear-splitting sound resonated from its voice box. None of the words that left its mouth sounded anything remotely human-like. All filled with static and garbled sentences. Tilting its head the other way you glanced at the glass before looking at the buttons, smashing in the level 3 button as fast as you could. A growled-out hiss emitted from it as the elevator began to rise. 

“What, the actual, fuck..” 

You never got around to finishing that poor mop bot's eyes. After repairing everything else you needed for the night, your eyes could only feel heavy, your mind clouded with paranoia. Even when clocking out, scanning your ID, and leaving the pizza plex, all you could think about was the mutilated bot that lay collecting dust and rotting in the basement. It took you a few minutes before pulling off, maybe 30 minutes, maybe even an hour before the realization of what happened could fully sink in. 

Upon arriving home you set down your bag and sat on the couch, taking off your hat. Your hat, that was normally on your head. Frowning with a groan at the realization you tiredly rubbed your hands across your face. You dropped your hat while running from that thing. You were no stranger to the Fazbears company's lack of care for some things, sure the carpet was mysteriously and grossly sticky, or maybe a few minor hazards that can be overlooked, but a giant seven-foot, busted-up animatronic? That they stuffed in some dark musty basement? That’s messed up, even for them. Groaning you pinched the bridge of your nose. Was it even safe to have guests walking around with that thing down the stairs?

Kicking off your shoes you let out another deep sigh running a hand over your eyes. Not to mention that mop bot is just sitting there in the dark where he probably can't see squat. Not to mention the heavy feeling that weighed on your eyes. Shrugging off your jacket, with another groan you dragged yourself to your bedroom where you redressed into some comfy pajamas and climbed into bed. Yet, you just couldn’t find yourself sleeping. Your eyes were focused on the ceiling fan, which you kept on the lowest setting just to keep you from overheating through the night. You frowned. Maybe, you overreacted. Of course, there were bound to be misshapen robots or rundown ones. It didn’t take a genius to notice the rundown line of mini music men that ran through the vents. You could always hear their small symbols or feet tippy tapping in the walls and air vents, but a whole robot?

Your eyebrow quivered as you remembered what had happened. The feeling makes your heart race as it felt you have only just experienced it. Its image came into your mind as your fingers fiddled with your blankets. It almost looked like something was trying to tear it apart. Or well, had. There's no way rot or that much time could do that much damage, sure Maybe a few loose screws and tight joints here and there, even dulled faded, or scratched paint, hell you’d even understand a few cracks in the material or dents, but full on torn to shreds? Even the clothing it wore looked like it had been torn off. The more you think about it, the more you think about how distressed it had seemed. Despite its lack of a faceplate you still found yourself getting an uncomfortable pit in your stomach. 

Not to mention. You were a mechanic. You were supposed to help with these kinds of things. Even so, your human emotion overrides all. It was only natural to be scared. That thing looked utterly terrifying. Puffing out a small breath you turned over on your side, biting at the nail on your thumb, your brain wracking and storming with thoughts. It’s not like you couldn’t go back there. You had your hat down there, and the eye peace you needed. Maybe, that was something management needed fixing. You glanced at your phone that lay on the nightstand with drawn brows. Then again, that robot had no appearance like any staff bot you’ve seen. The model was too intricate and the movements a little too flexible and fluid for you to even comprehend, with your knowledge at that. As far as you knew, that machine had full fluid motions over all of its body parts based on the awkward crawling back bend it displayed.