jane-from-frebos

[jane-from-frebos]

So I'm being told by my contact that they have not been posting any of the things I've been sending them because they were "low quality" and "repetitive" which like. What a fucking thing to say about a person's actual life.

Anyways. They're asking me to now write up a bit of recap of the most important bits. Why can't they just go through the messages I've sent? Because they're the worst.

So long fucking story short Frebo's continues to be terrifying, Frebo shows up talking about fog at some point and something something I accidentally agreed to sign up to help launch a new location.

In my defense. It is in a town called "Ligma". I did not think that was real. I thought this was a bit. I am now on a ship heading in to the fucking west. Mike agreed to come with because I think he wanted some distance from Sortie after their breakup but. Maybe this will be good for him.

Arkha is very fortunately staying behind I love them I love them so much I love them to death but I don't want to love them to my death you know?

I guess you guys don't know about Madi, Madi is dead and we aren't talking about it further. I think that's it for staff I've talked about on here? I have a vague feeling there was someone else but I don't remember them.

There are of course, more night guards staying behind, they just never turned up by name in any of my stories. They did in some of the ones I submitted though.

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After some further reflection and quiet contemplation during which fourth guy was unhelpfully screaming about being attacked (and some first aid because he almost lost an arm), I found Arkha stuck in a small coffin in the back of the building, screaming deliriously about being "the real one".

After some gentle probing/ light interrogation while they were restrained, I was able to get that they had apparently lived through a couple weeks of a tricky duplicate having replaced them and slowly killing us all one by one.

At this point, Fourth guy thought it relevant to share that from his perspective, the last couple weeks there has been no anomalous activity at all and everything here has been like a normal not haunted by the spirits of dead children animatronics attraction.

After some reconsulting of the charts and notes and physical evidence by all three of us (Arkha helped by still being tied up because they were muttering about testing to make sure we were the real us and foaming at the mouth a little) we found reference to a "Gary Conspiracy" animatronic. Which is apparently a little snail that goes along a track throughout the building and spreads conspiracy dust which makes you one: forget about Gary Conspiracy and two: hallucinate vividly.

The crazy thing is though, according to the notes (that I apparently wrote last year. I have no memory of this) you become completely convinced that your hallucination was real, even if someone tells you it was fake.

It makes me concerned for Arkha (in a different than usual way) because even though they agreed not to drive polished silver through our hearts to reveal our true forms they're still looking at me and Fourth guy so suspiciously.

Fourth guy also seems convinced everything was normal, which is fine I guess but I'm really just sad that he has no memory of the mouse wars. It's kind of crazy to think that Gary found some way to delete the pictures from my phone afterwards but I'm glad to know it still definitely happened at least. Gosh even the mice don't seem to remember. Oh well. I remember you, mouse Jon Snow.

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Did I,,,, fever dream a mouse civil war? Have I reached a breaking point?

Hm. The battlements are all gone and the mice are back to completely normal behavior. I asked fourth guy about it, and he just responded "what mice?"

All the pictures I took are gone from my phone. Jango won't talk to me. Sam looked at me like I'm fucking crazy. God damn it happened I swear. The mouse wars were real.

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I am running through the list of animatronics or other shit that could fabricate and or cover up a mouse civil war that lasted like... Weeks maybe. I am coming up blank.

Hm. The battlements are all gone and the mice are back to completely normal behavior. I asked fourth guy about it, and he just responded "what mice?"

All the pictures I took are gone from my phone. Jango won't talk to me. Sam looked at me like I'm fucking crazy. God damn it happened I swear. The mouse wars were real.

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Hm. The battlements are all gone and the mice are back to completely normal behavior. I asked fourth guy about it, and he just responded "what mice?"

All the pictures I took are gone from my phone. Jango won't talk to me. Sam looked at me like I'm fucking crazy. God damn it happened I swear. The mouse wars were real.

[jane-from-frebos]

Okay an extremely silly series of events has occurred but they are escalating to the point that someone might die about them (not me though I'll be fine). They're still silly though.

So okay to start off, the mice who worship their new pen god decided it was their pen god's will to spread the glorious word of pen god to all those who would listen. On its own? Very silly. Cute even. They were also pretty chill about leaving you alone if you asked them to.

Unfortunately, this upset the mice that were still staunch supporters of the mouse god, who were not respectful of other mouse religions, and began escalating and attempting to contain the spread of the new religion. This quickly broke out into a mouse civil war, featuring mouse crusades and battlements of cardboard. Territory was won and lost. Heroes arose and fell. It was adorable. There were just so many little mice in tin foil armor and they were being so dramatic god it was so silly.

This went on for a few days actually with the fighting mostly taking place during the night. It was great for revenue apparently, mouse civil war is exactly what the people wanted. Honestly I might have been here for like 70 something continuous hours because I just wanted to know you know?

I kinda feel like I should be getting to be current bits but honestly I just want to spend truly eternity talking about the mouse wars. You have to understand this consumed our culture for several days. Only night shift employees got to see the most of the fighting but day shift and customers got to see the emotional beats.

The mother scurrying about the abandoned battlefield looking for her sons. The pen scientists developing a secret weapon while wondering if they should be destroying their own work, if it's gone too far. Mouse Jon Snow. It's so beautiful.

The war took a new turn though, when I got scheduled on a shift with Arkha (forgot to bribe Sortie, was too busy consuming mouse war content). Anyways.

Most of the animatronics were inactive because of the new mouse settlements presenting too much of a challenge to navigate around, so we were chilling. Jango kicked one of their structures and got hit with some kind of siege weapon that had him collapse into a small heap for a couple hours and I haven't seen him since he got up and ran into the back rooms.

Arkha was getting hit with just so so much siege weaponry because of course they were but after some mild panic (on Arkha's end. I expected it at this point) we realized that their siege weaponry only worked on metal, not flesh.

The mice also realized this, and now the two major factions of the Mouse God have been sending emissaries to the prize counter to attempt to bribe threaten or recruit us to their side. They're both going pretty even honestly, and while it's pretty funny to watch them scramble I just get the feeling this ends with someone on night shift getting crucified. I hope the mice record a video of it.

The latest in offers is the followers of the mouse god threatened to revoke the protection of their Wreathe but the Pen Worshippers have countered by converting Charlie Clown and having him vow to never hurt another follower of the Pen. Pretty compelling stuff.

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Alright it would only be four stars unless it was a particularly slutty romance novel. What can I say? Forbidden love is beautiful. (It's why I'm currently learning sewing to patch up Sortie's shirt so he can ask out Mike. Don't tell him btw)

Apparently during the day a guest dropped an enchanted pen into one of the mouse holes so I got to start my shift by discovering that the mice in that hole had formed a new religion around their fancy glow pen.

They came over to the prize counter and talked about their god's powers and benefits for a bit before leaving me with a pamphlet. Strongly considering converting from "I don't care" to "worshipping the pen that as far as I can tell is just enchanted to permanently glow." Lotta tough choices though.

Madi did not seem interested and I'm not saying it's because elephants don't like mice but that's what I'm betting it is. Shame though, I would read the romance novel between an elephant animatronic and a mortal who worships a mouse god. That's like. 5 stars guaranteed from me.

[jane-from-frebos]

Apparently during the day a guest dropped an enchanted pen into one of the mouse holes so I got to start my shift by discovering that the mice in that hole had formed a new religion around their fancy glow pen.

They came over to the prize counter and talked about their god's powers and benefits for a bit before leaving me with a pamphlet. Strongly considering converting from "I don't care" to "worshipping the pen that as far as I can tell is just enchanted to permanently glow." Lotta tough choices though.

Madi did not seem interested and I'm not saying it's because elephants don't like mice but that's what I'm betting it is. Shame though, I would read the romance novel between an elephant animatronic and a mortal who worships a mouse god. That's like. 5 stars guaranteed from me.

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Management has declined my request to perform emergency impromptu surgery on Jango using a fire axe and advised me to stick to the self defense clause of my contract.

So now I need to make it look like an accident.

Fucking shit ass motherfuckers Jango fucking ass bitch whore

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The fucking bunny stole my fucking lunch he can't even eat mother fuck bitch whore god I fucking hate this time of year fuck

Fucking shit ass motherfuckers Jango fucking ass bitch whore

[jane-from-frebos]

Fucking shit ass motherfuckers Jango fucking ass bitch whore

[jane-from-frebos]

I wonder how Mike is doing it though. I can't picture him successfully bribing an animatronic.

Sortie would just eat him instead, surely?

I keep going in thinking I'm on a solo shift but then once I get in I realize that fourth guy is there and he was on the schedule the whole time.

Apparently though he's been working with Arkha the last few weeks and the containment procedure of "trap them in the claw machine asap" works wonders.

And also any accusations that I'm rigging the schedule to avoid Arkha is completely false and how dare you suggest that I would do that I have integrity.

On an unrelated note, Sortie the sorting bot (who writes the first draft of our schedules to save the managers time) loves pickled foods and does accept bribes.

[jane-from-frebos]

I keep going in thinking I'm on a solo shift but then once I get in I realize that fourth guy is there and he was on the schedule the whole time.

Apparently though he's been working with Arkha the last few weeks and the containment procedure of "trap them in the claw machine asap" works wonders.

And also any accusations that I'm rigging the schedule to avoid Arkha is completely false and how dare you suggest that I would do that I have integrity.

On an unrelated note, Sortie the sorting bot (who writes the first draft of our schedules to save the managers time) loves pickled foods and does accept bribes.

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You can tell most of the unholy orchestra is just in it for the money at this point. The passion is gone. Kinda sad really. (Had to let them play because Jango was making too many moves. Will deal with rat repercussions some other time. Or I'll leave it for Mike to deal with)

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Update: after a few hours of searching and interrogating the usual suspects, the dolls (unprompted) sent out a scouting party to drop a letter off at the prize counter assuring me that they did not kill and eat "that nice person who smelled and tasted like paint fumes".

Going to just conclude my investigation and write that one up as "Pelledes must have decided to quit and flee the planet" on the report. So strange that our employees keep doing that. So strange.

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Hm. Was supposed to be on shift with Pelledes today. I messaged someone because they aren't here.

Apparently they disappeared in the middle of their last shift and Frebo's still gone for his science thing so now I get to be the one who has to sweep the place and all the fucking vents for a body. Yipee.

Also your regular reminder that these stories are definitely not true and there is no body sweeping procedure nor elaborate cover up program at Frebo's because it's very safe and good and normal here.

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After some careful consideration of possible outcomes and likelihood of death, I decided to stay away from Frebo's on the Mike and Arkha night but gave Mike a number to send regular check in messages and in case of emergencies (I wasn't going to go over no matter what, but I did want to hear about all the emergencies).

Here are some highlights from the messages he sent me. Yes he texts weirdly formal when he's panicked, only his therapist will know why. I made some edits to fix most of his capitalization and grammar but left a few that felt important/fun:

"here a bit early. Day shift says everything seemed pretty calm."

"Arkha walked through the front door and the power went out in the whole building..."

"Sorry, delayed because right after sending that the dolls started going on parade and I had to convince Jango to take me through the back rooms to get to the hand generator so I could use the spotlight. Lost Arkha."

"Found Arkha at the bottom of the ball pit unconscious but alive. pulled them out and set them aside to rest."

"dolls returned to their pit. Lost Arkha again"

"Jango informed me that Arkha was taken by the Mouse. Went to confront them. They ended up biting me for 15 minutes. Retreated to prize counter. Arkha found. They were in the bathroom. Heard Jango laughing."

"Darts soon, send prayers".

"I FUCKING DID IT".

"nevermind it was apparently only 270, had to fight Sam. Keep seeing him everywhere I look waiting to come back and finish me. Didn't take me to backrooms at least. Lost Arkha again"

"Jango is reciting my top one hundred most cringe inducing interactions over the store speaker. Unclear where he is broadcasting from. The spectre of Sam in my vision is laughing at me. Think I saw Arkha got pulled into the vents but it could've been a hallucination. Been having those. Might have said that already." ((He did not say that already))

"Hey Jane would really appreciate it if you could come down something is in the vents and I don't think it's Arkha." ((I made sure to tab into the message app for this one so he'd get the "read" notification.))

"good news I found Arkha behind the prize counter. They seem fine. Starting realize most of my panic might just be from the hallucinations. Feel a little silly, haha. No need for you to come down."

"JANE IT WASN'T ARKHA I'M BEHIND THE JUKEBOX PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE COME HELP" ((I actually considered heading down there at this point just to see not Arkha, you know? But there's a real chance Mike would think I was like a demon and bash my skull in so no thanks!))

"Hey Jane. Managed to calm down enough to remember I had a phone. Charlie shoved me into one of the storage chests and put something heavy on top. Really thought he was about to beat me to death with nunchucks but I guess he's going for suffocation.

I'm going to guess at this point that you are not going to come in until morning which is very fair. When you do though, if you could find this box and free me I would be very appreciative. I will dedicate myself going forward to winning all of the stupid games that you always have to do for me."

"hey Jane can you kindly message Arkha and ask if they're alive? My eyes are telling me that they're in the box with me and horribly dead but I'm suspecting it's a hallucination."

"Dear Jane, Arkha is either dead in this box with me, dead on top of this box, or screaming violently as I hear mop bot whirling in what can only be described as a 'gleeful fashion'. Just trying to keep you updated. If I give you enough updates will you come and save me?"

"Jane. Hallucinatory Sam has left me. Arkha's dead body is gone. I hear no sounds from the outside. I am still stuck in the box. Jane you would tell me if you were a figment of my crumbling sanity, right?"

((I then sent my first actual response of the night, which was "no". At this point we did have a bit of actual conversation because I was a little worried if I left him in isolation that I would open that box in the morning and he would real life murder me. It seemed to calm him down))

"Jane can I be honest with you? I don't think there's actually anything on top of my box. That was part of the hallucinations I think. I really do not wish to leave the box now though. I feel like I'm going to start finding Arkha pieces if I do"

((Took some prodding but I managed to convince him to leave the box, which amusingly turned out to be a clown themed coffin))

"Jane I found Arkha. Jane. Jane Arkha is in the claw machine. Jane Arkha has apparently no memories of tonight since they fucking ball pit. Jane it's not even the haunted claw machine. Jane I have a question for you is Arkha cursed. Is Arkha cursed by a real actual Eldritch being. Is that why you swapped shifts with me Jane. Is that what this has all been for Jane? Is this the hell that you go through when I fail the arcade games? Is this my punishment? Are you god and this is hell? Jane I'm sorry for ever doubting you ever once."

At this point I decided that Mike had suffered enough and with Arkha securely contained in the claw machine I decided to head over with some emergency wine. Sam came over and drank with us and apologized about the psychological warfare. Feel like despite throwing Mike to the wolves for my own entertainment I managed to bond quite a bit with Mike through all this. Dude is kinda a homie. Also him and Sam play the same shitty mobile war game!

The three of us managed to just chill out in the prize counter drinking wine for the rest of the night. Nothing else activated and no animatronics came at us (besides Sam who is included in this group).

Just to be safe I added an entry on Arkha to the entity log. Their containment procedures are "get them stuck in the claw machine."

Also we totally forgot Arkha there and day shift had to get them out while they were opening and the day shift people were really mad at me. So, no consequences basically.

Took a little peak at the manager copy of the schedule and saw Arkha and Mike were going to be holding down the fort tomorrow.

Terrified to see how that ends. Almost want to watch, but there's absolutely no way I'm getting anywhere near that.

Sometimes people call something a "ticking time bomb". I feel like Mike and Arkha working a shift is more of a "clown juggling a warhead" in that eventually it will result in their instant death and widespread mass destruction but god if it didn't I'd wanna see that.