~In the Dark, Where the Boogeymen Lurk~
-Part one-
Despite the recent coding errors that your co-workers have been experiencing, you found yourself lucky enough to avoid whatever viruses they were contracting. Sure, the hallways seemed empty without your fellow security bots, but what were you to do? Management was sure to fix them up soon enough.
However, the shortage of security proved to be quite beneficial for you. Due to the mobility issues that have been reported left and right from both workers and patrons alike, it was decided that the wheels were to be removed and replaced by functioning legs, like the Glamrocks and Daycare Attendants. You were the first to get these upgrades- and such a blessing it has been, too. No more bumping into things or getting stuck on ridges that were just a little too high for your wheels to adjust to.
As benefitial as it was, though, it was a big learning curve. Security bots had been designed with wheels for so long, it wasn’t even in their code to work two legs instead of tires! Luckily enough, the Pizzaplex permitted you as much time as needed (within reason) to adjust to your new upgrades. Having spent so long in the atrium due to your strict patrol routes, you decide to make it a goal to walk to the elevators and explore beyond them. That was your first test.
“Y/N! Have any of the others been fixed yet?” Chica’s chipper voice draws your focus back to reality, blinking rapidly with one hand still clamped firmly around your company-issued flashlight.
“I don’t think so. They haven’t told me much, Parts & Services seems to be keeping it close to the chest.” You reply, and, much to your confusion, Chica’s expression seems to become increasingly nervous.
“So you haven’t heard the news, then?”
You shake your head, furrowing your eyebrows.
“The main gang- you know, Freddy, Monty, Roxy, and I….we’re all going to Parts & Services tonight. I’m just….worried, you know, because what if the virus can still be transmitted? Oh dear, the other bots became so finicky! I would hate to end up like that, poor things.” The chicken’s voice looses it’s cheerful edge, which surprises you. She rarely lets her jovial personality slip into anything less than mildly unamused.
“I’m sure they’re just-“ You start, but Monty’s low growl cuts in before you can finish.
“Those scraps ain’t got nothin’ on us, Feathers. They’re probably biding their time to scare us- they’ve done these procedures before- pricks.” The gator drawls, and Chica lightly scolds him on his language when he’s done speaking.
“You don’t know that, Monty! Think about poor Moondrop- he was the first, and now Sunny is isolated because of how aggressive Moon became!! If we end up like that, the shows will have to be cancelled.” Chica snaps back, anxiety causing her tone to take on a rougher edge. You offer both of the main bots a small reassuring smile.
“You’re the main gang! They wouldn’t be that careless, I’m sure.” You attempt to ease their nerves, but it doesn’t seem to help all that much.
“They wouldn’t dare mess with my code! It’s too advanced for their little brains anyways.” Roxy sneers from behind Monty, walking over from her raceway as if she was always part of the conversation. You roll your eyes.
“We all have the same code, Rox.” Monty deadpans, and Roxy lets out a huff of annoyance.
Both the alligator and the wolf start to bicker with each other, probably just because they can, and Chica attempts to break up their fighting.
The sound of heavy footsteps draws your attention, and you look over your shoulder to find the one and only Freddy Fazbear staring down at you.
He offers an apologetic smile.
“Sorry about them, Superstar. I’m sure you’d like some peace and quiet to adjust.” He murmurs, then he turns to his band mates with a stern look in his normally soft eyes.
“Listen, listen, I know the tensions are high, but can we please not fight like this? What example are we setting for the kids?” Freddy scolds, catching everyone’s attention- as he always does. Roxy hides her embarrassment with a heavy, irritated sigh and hair flick. Chica flashes Freddy a thankful smile. Monty just rolls his eyes and turns away, waving over his shoulder as he goes.
“All yer nerves are gunna get ya in trouble before the big spooky virus does.” He calls, disappearing up one of the escalators. The three remaining band members look at each other, sigh, and break away without so much as a goodbye to you.
You’re used to it, you suppose. Security bots aren’t given much authority outside of apprehending any unfortunate (and stupid) intruders that manage to get inside. That’s how it’s always been. With the shortages in staff, though, the company has been offering more jobs to humans again, instead of the normal repurposed bot or manufactured watchful eye. You look down at the floor.
Loneliness digs into you like little needles, detaching your panels and replacing them with invisible fire ants. This feeling is relatively new, only having surfaced after all of your peers slowly started to disappear from the various halls and rooms.
You cast your gaze over to the elevator doors again.
Maybe if you can prove your worth, the other security bots will be worth fixing- that is, according to company guidelines, expectations, and generalized care for such easily replaceable bots…
You shake your head vigorously, setting the thought in stone in your head.
……..
Oh, but if only you knew what they would do to the others…..
This is the start of a new series that I’ve been considering for about a week now! I don’t think that the security bots have enough purpose and focus in- like- anything-
SO Y/N IS A SECURITY BOT! PROBLEM SOLVED!
I’m so excited to get this series going! Stay tuned for future updates!!
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