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Finally completed the WIP I posted back in September, and the third redraw. I'm not gonna ramble lot right now, however I find it kinda funny that I started shrinking the panel in every single redraw XD. Needless to say, this is my own AU, not faithful 100% to cannon, bla bla bla, also forgive me for the horror that is the text bellow, just thought it would be fitting to add a story like in it's previous versions, I'm not the best writer and english isn't my first language, although I don't write much better in portuguese lol.

2018: www.deviantart.com/kidademon/a…
2020: www.deviantart.com/kidademon/a…
WIP : www.deviantart.com/kidademon/a…

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-God knows we don’t need your dumb ass breaking any more shit today.

Megan couldn’t help but feel a bit offended by that, despite it being kind of true. Only a few hours ago she had been locked inside the pizzeria, going through a rather stupid challenge given to her and she did a …fair bit of damage in her panic. She could practically hear her friend Sirius calling her a “reckless idiot”, had he been there.

-S..Sorry, I was just, um...curious..?

- After what happen last night, you still have the ability to be curious? - Mike, as she learned his name was, had luckily (unluckily?) found her and “saved” her from what could have been a VERY bad experience. Downside was, that now she was stuck working there the rest of the week to pay for the damage in turn of not involving the police. The way her aunt glared at her when she learned what happened could have killed her right then and there. Luckily, she promised to keep the incident just between the two of them.

“Guess I won’t get any presents this year…” Megan thought, she had been looking forward for her 14th birthday, although, she would be lucky to have it celebrated at all now.

He put down the remaining box in the table, they had been carrying some stuff into the part and service room since the early morning, had she not been distracted by the enormous figure under the dirty old rag, they could have finished that a LOT earlier.

- I just…didn’t notice this thing here before, at least not when I was out explor-

- You mean, INVADING PRIVATE PROPERTY and being nearly smashed to bits by the walking murder bots? Seriously, what is UP with your generation??? It’s the FOURTH time I caught someone entering the pizzeria after hours- he paused, shuffling the stuff from inside the box into a nearby shelf- At least you’re the first one I was able to find in one piece still…

She couldn’t help but shiver at that, last night had been…. eventful…and she desperately hoped that it had all been a dream or a sick prank… however…the fact remains. She saw something she wasn’t supposed to see. Moving robots after hours are one thing, terrifying as they are…but the …. blood….NO, she couldn’t think about that now, despite her curiosity about finding out more about it, she just can’t handle thinking of that again, not now, maybe not ever.

- Well…do you…know what is this…robot for? - Megan almost forgot the immobile animatronic in front of her, rusted, dirty and somehow even more creepy than the ones outside, at least this one was still and quiet.

- Don’t know, don’t really care, they don’t pay me extra for knowing that kind of information- Mike answered, seemingly uninterested- But if I had to guess, probably for parts, don’t think they could get that old thing to move again, I can practically hear the metal breaking apart from here. But considering the kind of shit that goes on in this place?? I consider that a BLESSING. We don’t need any more murder bots.

- Why you keep calling them that? Are they …really what the rumours say? Do they-

- How do you think I got this mangled up kid??

At least that one question was answered. Though now she wished she never asked. Megan gently, although shakily, rubbed her fingers across the robot bear head. The fur was matted, falling off and sticky, and it immitted a sickly metallic smell. Had it...?

- Before you ask, no, that suit wasn’t used for…that- Mike said, almost as if reading her mind- It arrived here this morning, right after you left. Was planning to take some photos of it. My niece, she not that much younger than you, really likes teddy bear looking things and I usually send pictures to her of Freddy and some merch whenever I can. Behind the scenes stuff you know?

- Huh, I see. Well, I think that’s nice that she likes this kind of things…I think. Do you?

- Me? – he turns to her – “Like” these things? Hell no, absolutely not, gives me the creeps.

- Wait, then why you work here still???

- Not for the amazing paycheck or work conditions let me tell you. No, I just continue to work here because I know that if I don’t work here, some other poor desperate idiot would be put in my place and more and more casualties and accidents would happen. Fortunately, I already have a pretty good track record on avoiding those things. Not to mention the new manager they sent here is way too inexperienced to know what to do with this place and its issues, so I feel like I need to babysit the poor bastard on top of it.

His frustration could be seen written all over his face. Now that she thought about it, the manager she met earlier that day looked much younger than him, she always imagined that a manager of this kind of places would be some old, fat, probably balding man, instead she met a guy that looked rather scrawny and kind of unsured of himself, at least in the presence of Mike.

-It’s not like the last manager was good, at all, the fucking bastard. At least this one still willing to learn. Here. - Mike threw her some old black binder, nearly hitting her in the head- I think that might have some information on the robot.

She carefully opened the binder, the papers in there were old and seemed to have been chewed on by either mice or bugs, she couldn’t understand half of the handwriting in there, but crude drawings of the robots and some notes were still present. Megan eventually lands on a page with a crude drawing of the robot in front of her with some notes on mechanical stuff she couldn’t really understand, however, a note with various names stuck by several pieces of tape on the corner, with one name circled in red marker had her attention.

- “Fredda” – She murmured

- Fredda? Really? Not very creative of a name, though they might have just put that down as a placeholder name until they got something better. Whatever the case.

Mike quickly went next to her, taking the dirty cloth and covering the robot once again.

- We have more stuff to do today. We must go clean the bathrooms.

- Wait isn’t that supposed to be done by the actual cleaners?

- You’d FUCKING think so, wouldn’t you??

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Description
Finally completed the WIP I posted back in September, and the third redraw. I'm not gonna ramble lot right now, however I find it kinda funny that I started shrinking the panel in every single redraw XD. Needless to say, this is my own AU, not faithful 100% to cannon, bla bla bla, also forgive me for the horror that is the text bellow, just thought it would be fitting to add a story like in it's previous versions, I'm not the best writer and english isn't my first language, although I don't write much better in portuguese lol.

2018: www.deviantart.com/kidademon/a…
2020: www.deviantart.com/kidademon/a…
WIP : www.deviantart.com/kidademon/a…

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-God knows we don’t need your dumb ass breaking any more shit today.

Megan couldn’t help but feel a bit offended by that, despite it being kind of true. Only a few hours ago she had been locked inside the pizzeria, going through a rather stupid challenge given to her and she did a …fair bit of damage in her panic. She could practically hear her friend Sirius calling her a “reckless idiot”, had he been there.

-S..Sorry, I was just, um...curious..?

- After what happen last night, you still have the ability to be curious? - Mike, as she learned his name was, had luckily (unluckily?) found her and “saved” her from what could have been a VERY bad experience. Downside was, that now she was stuck working there the rest of the week to pay for the damage in turn of not involving the police. The way her aunt glared at her when she learned what happened could have killed her right then and there. Luckily, she promised to keep the incident just between the two of them.

“Guess I won’t get any presents this year…” Megan thought, she had been looking forward for her 14th birthday, although, she would be lucky to have it celebrated at all now.

He put down the remaining box in the table, they had been carrying some stuff into the part and service room since the early morning, had she not been distracted by the enormous figure under the dirty old rag, they could have finished that a LOT earlier.

- I just…didn’t notice this thing here before, at least not when I was out explor-

- You mean, INVADING PRIVATE PROPERTY and being nearly smashed to bits by the walking murder bots? Seriously, what is UP with your generation??? It’s the FOURTH time I caught someone entering the pizzeria after hours- he paused, shuffling the stuff from inside the box into a nearby shelf- At least you’re the first one I was able to find in one piece still…

She couldn’t help but shiver at that, last night had been…. eventful…and she desperately hoped that it had all been a dream or a sick prank… however…the fact remains. She saw something she wasn’t supposed to see. Moving robots after hours are one thing, terrifying as they are…but the …. blood….NO, she couldn’t think about that now, despite her curiosity about finding out more about it, she just can’t handle thinking of that again, not now, maybe not ever.

- Well…do you…know what is this…robot for? - Megan almost forgot the immobile animatronic in front of her, rusted, dirty and somehow even more creepy than the ones outside, at least this one was still and quiet.

- Don’t know, don’t really care, they don’t pay me extra for knowing that kind of information- Mike answered, seemingly uninterested- But if I had to guess, probably for parts, don’t think they could get that old thing to move again, I can practically hear the metal breaking apart from here. But considering the kind of shit that goes on in this place?? I consider that a BLESSING. We don’t need any more murder bots.

- Why you keep calling them that? Are they …really what the rumours say? Do they-

- How do you think I got this mangled up kid??

At least that one question was answered. Though now she wished she never asked. Megan gently, although shakily, rubbed her fingers across the robot bear head. The fur was matted, falling off and sticky, and it immitted a sickly metallic smell. Had it...?

- Before you ask, no, that suit wasn’t used for…that- Mike said, almost as if reading her mind- It arrived here this morning, right after you left. Was planning to take some photos of it. My niece, she not that much younger than you, really likes teddy bear looking things and I usually send pictures to her of Freddy and some merch whenever I can. Behind the scenes stuff you know?

- Huh, I see. Well, I think that’s nice that she likes this kind of things…I think. Do you?

- Me? – he turns to her – “Like” these things? Hell no, absolutely not, gives me the creeps.

- Wait, then why you work here still???

- Not for the amazing paycheck or work conditions let me tell you. No, I just continue to work here because I know that if I don’t work here, some other poor desperate idiot would be put in my place and more and more casualties and accidents would happen. Fortunately, I already have a pretty good track record on avoiding those things. Not to mention the new manager they sent here is way too inexperienced to know what to do with this place and its issues, so I feel like I need to babysit the poor bastard on top of it.

His frustration could be seen written all over his face. Now that she thought about it, the manager she met earlier that day looked much younger than him, she always imagined that a manager of this kind of places would be some old, fat, probably balding man, instead she met a guy that looked rather scrawny and kind of unsured of himself, at least in the presence of Mike.

-It’s not like the last manager was good, at all, the fucking bastard. At least this one still willing to learn. Here. - Mike threw her some old black binder, nearly hitting her in the head- I think that might have some information on the robot.

She carefully opened the binder, the papers in there were old and seemed to have been chewed on by either mice or bugs, she couldn’t understand half of the handwriting in there, but crude drawings of the robots and some notes were still present. Megan eventually lands on a page with a crude drawing of the robot in front of her with some notes on mechanical stuff she couldn’t really understand, however, a note with various names stuck by several pieces of tape on the corner, with one name circled in red marker had her attention.

- “Fredda” – She murmured

- Fredda? Really? Not very creative of a name, though they might have just put that down as a placeholder name until they got something better. Whatever the case.

Mike quickly went next to her, taking the dirty cloth and covering the robot once again.

- We have more stuff to do today. We must go clean the bathrooms.

- Wait isn’t that supposed to be done by the actual cleaners?

- You’d FUCKING think so, wouldn’t you??

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