It was pitch black out, not even the moon guided his footsteps to anywhere familiar. Chucky lets out a huff, normally he was never winded from simply walking through the woods. Tonight, was different, something was calling him the sweet rush of his creator’s cold wind drifted him to a place of unfamiliar. Unaware of his surroundings he hits face first right into a brick wall. “fuck!” the doll exclaims, backing up a few steps to rub his hands on his sore face. He looks up.
The large sign FREDDY FAZBEAR’S PIZZERIA dimly illuminated the dense darkness, what the hell is this place doing out in the middle of nowhere? He thought. Then he wanted pizza, realizing he hasn’t ate a bite in days. It was easy bumping into the place but it was hard to break in, every door was locked!
“Damn this place is locked up better than my factory” he grumbles while trying to smash a large stone against a large chain lock that was holding the door tight shut. Just when he was going to give up he throws the rock and it smashes through a window. “SUCCESS” he bolts up the wall to quickly grab on the ledge and climb in.
He lands in a trash can. Slightly aggravated he struggles to be free of crust and napkins as he climbs to the top of the trash to jump out. He lands on his feet when he jumps down, brushing off his hair and good guy clothes of crumbs and garbage. Chucky makes his way through the dark pizzeria. He’s wasn’t familiar with pizzerias, he didn’t have a child hood thanks to his abusive midget mother who he strangled to death at the age of fourteen and buried under his favorite playground.
Charles walks into an auditorium with rows of long tables and chairs, everything was decorated for birthdays, even in the darkness he could see that, and it annoyed him. Boy this place is so super, It would had been neat if I killed those pizza eating brats. He thinks, a large grin grows on his stitched plastic face as he imagines himself crashing the party. He soon walks up to a stage, there was nothing on it. “This is the oddest strip club I’ve ever seen” he says allowed and climbs up.
He walks behind the curtain ready to scare some strippers, but what he finds made him question humanity and the levels of entertainment they go through. A giant animatronic bear stands there like a statue, Chucky had never seen anything like this before. Is it alive? He pokes into the fur. Nothing. But as he walked away he was hearing noises, clicking and footsteps. He looks behind him and the damn bear was gone. Was there a person in there?
He walks on into the back rooms only to find more giant animatronics, assembled or in pieces. He could see that it wasn’t a suite. They were machines. He started hiding now, no longer as hungry as he was and crawls through an open vent. These damn machines must be alive! He thinks to himself as he heard a lot of movement through the vents. Before exiting this vent, he looks around, he saw something large before him but it wasn’t moving, he kicks the vent open and steps in. Chucky takes in a breath, it smelled of ice cream cake and iron in here. A light flashed above the large object he could see it was a large animatronic clown, her large green eyes met his directly before the light flashed off. Chucky pulls out his knife. Ready to defend himself.
He walks around it slowly, those large green eyes followed his every move. This one isn’t shy! He was ready to back into the darkness slowly, until a calm gentle female voice comes from the machine “where are you going?” he froze in place, thinking of something to say.
“Just ah…..” he clears his throat “looking for the restrooms” he says, his voice was clear in this room, it was deep and loud. Chucky wasn’t sure why he was feeling anxious.
It was a long pause before she answered, her mouth never moved once. “its not safe to go past my room, come back to me”
He thought about that for a moment, normally he doesn’t do anything that people tell him too. But he has a soft spot for woman. Especially for a giant clown doll. He steps before her again but keeps his distance. “So…. Are all of you alive?”
She didn’t make a sound
He pushes forward “What’s your name?” he says with a more charming voice.
The sound of something moving came from inside of the clown and she finally speaks up