Five Nights at Freddy's Page #2

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Me.

Mm-hmm.

Like it or not, you’re her world.

MIKE:
But what if it’s not up to me?

My aunt, she’s an idiot, but she’s right.

No judge in their right mind is ever gonna side with me.

Did you find a job yet?

Okay.

That would be a good place to start.

(whimsical music playing over TV)

(Mike sighs)

(pressing phone keys)

(line ringing)

STEVE (over phone): Hello.

Uh, hi.

Mr. Raglan, this is Mike.

Mr. “I can’t work nights.”

Right.

Uh, yeah, I was just calling to see if that job that you offered was, uh, was still available.

Oh, it absolutely is.

Why? Have you had a change of heart?

(TV continues playing quietly)

MIKE:
How soon could I start?

♪ ♪

STEVE:
Let me give you a little backstory.

This place was huge in the ’80s with the kids.

It’s been shut down for years.

The only reason they haven’t given it the old wrecking ball treatment is the owner’s a bit of a…

Well, he’s kind of a sentimental guy, I guess.

Just can’t bring himself to let it go yet.

(laughs)

Yeah.

Had some trouble with break-ins over the years.

Drunks and vagrants, mostly. Not ideal.

Security system’s dated but fully functional.

Floodlights on the outside, cameras inside and outside.

Fair warning:
the electricity is a bit… iffy.

(glass crunching)

♪ ♪

Anything happens, there is a breaker in the main office.

Just flip it.

(machines powering up)

(lights clinking, buzzing)

Uh, I guess that’s about it.

You know… the rest is pretty easy.

Just keep your eyes on the monitors and… and keep people out.

Piece of cake.

♪ ♪

(sighs)

STEVE:
So, I will catch you on the flip side.

Hopefully.

♪ ♪

The hell?

(upbeat music playing over TV)

Welcome to Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria, a magical place for kids and grown-ups alike, where fantasy and fun come to life.

If you’re watching this video, it means you’ve been selected as Freddy’s newest security guard.

Congratulations.

We’re going to have so much fun together.

The genius who created Fazbear Entertainment opened Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria to indulge in his two greatest passions: family-friendly fun and cutting-edge animatronic technology.

(scoffs) -State-of-the-art robotic engineering enables our characters to interact with guests in truly lifelike fashion, while cleverly concealed rechargeable lithium cells give them limited range to roam free.

Let’s introduce you to the stars of the show.

(static crackling)

(laughs) Adorable, aren’t they?

Protecting these cuddly critters, and the proprietary technology that brings them to life, is now your sacred duty.

Keep them safe, and help ensure that Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria is here to delight, dazzle and entertain

(distorted):
for years to…

(static crackling)

All right.

(sighs)

(gasps)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(object thuds, clatters)

Hello?

♪ ♪

(gasps)

(quiet electronic warbling)

♪ ♪

(clock ticking)

(static crackling softly over speaker)

(static continues)

(imitating airplane)

MOTHER:
Everything’s better swimming in ketchup.

Right, Mike?

(chuckles)

Go watch your brother, okay?

♪ ♪

Garrett?

Garrett!

(footstep crunches softly)

♪ ♪

What is this?

Who are you?

That car.

Did you see that car? You see what happened?

(static continues)

Did you see who took my brother?

Wait! No.

♪ ♪

(grunts)

(watch alarm beeping)

(panting, groans)

(beeping stops)

(panting)

(TV playing quietly)

Hey.

Hey, Max.

(exhales)

So? How’d it go?

Uh… it was interesting.

I should probably get out of here.

Hey, by the way, I-I do intend on-on paying you, eventually.

It’s okay.

I know where you live.

(chuckles softly)

(vehicle approaching)

(truck horn honking)

(entry bell jingles)

WAITER:
Hey. Welcome to Sparky’s.

Could I set you folks up with some appetizers?

JEFF:
Yes.

JANE:
Oh.

We are not eating.

WAITER:
(chuckles) Well, that’s no fun.

You do realize that lunch is the most important meal of the day?

JEFF:
I thought it was breakfast.

Some people say that, but, you know, it’s just a theory. -Are you being paid by the word, or could we have a minute?

All right.

Thank you.

JANE:
Ah, where were we?

Oh, you were about to tell me what a miserable failure you are.

JEFF:
Hey, screw you, lady.

My sister went over every inch of that dump a thousand times.

If there was something to find, she would have found it.

Now pay up.

Uh, I’m sorry? (laughing)

JEFF:
You said 200.

We had a deal.

Yeah, that you were gonna find me hard proof of criminal endangerment.

Instead, you’ve told me what a nice kid my niece is and that my nephew sleeps a lot.

He really does, though.

Sleeping is not a crime.

Is that guy okay?

I just realized I shouldn’t be hearing any of this.

As a matter of fact, I shouldn’t be here at all.

Sit down, Doug.

So, I guess we’re finished here, unless either one of you has a brilliant idea, which I realize is highly unlikely.

Why don’t we just kill him?

(Doug sighs)

Tempting. But no.

What else?

Mike was saying that… he really needs this new job to, like, look good on paper for the judge or something.

Well, that’s all very fascinating, honey, but I am not hearing a plan.

We toss the place.

Go on. -Well, he’s a security guard, right?

His job is to make sure nobody gets in.

So, we get in, and we mess up the place good.

We help ourselves to whatever we find along the way.

Your nephew gets canned.

Judge gives you the kid, and you give us…

$2,000.

One thousand.

But do it fast, and don’t mess it up.

I mean, you know, mess it up, but don’t… don’t mess this up.

(thunder crashing)

(grunting)

Come on. (grunting)

ABBY:
What are you doing?

(grunts)

Abby, do you need something?

No. -All right, quit playing and take that off.

I have to go to work.

I know. I’m coming with you.

No, you’re not.

Give me the vest.

No.

Give me the vest now.

I’m coming with you.

ABBY:
I want to go with you.

MIKE:
Abby.

I don’t want to stay here with Max. -Abby, stop.

Hello? -Abby, stop.

No! You can’t make me.

MIKE:
Yes, I can.

No, it’s mine.

MAX:
Hello?

(Abby screams)

Let go! (screams)

Let go. No, no.

MIKE:
Abby, stop. Abby.

He’s taking my vest!

Abby.

ABBY:
I’m keeping it.

No.

(door closes)

(exhales)

She’s all yours.

(thunder rumbling)

♪ ♪

(thunder crashing)

(thunder rumbling)

(thunder crashing)

(static crackling softly)

(birds chirping over headphones)

(thunder rumbling)

(panting)

MIKE:
Garrett!

(footstep crunches softly)

Wait, please.

Please don’t-don’t… don’t run.

Okay? I-I just want to know what you saw.

Please. I’m begging you.

Help me.

Who took Garrett?!

♪ ♪

(panting)

(panting)

(screams)

(distorted warbling, crackling)

(warbling, crackling continues)

(“Talking in Your Sleep” by The Romantics playing loudly)

(over speaker):
♪ The secrets that you just can’t hide… ♪

(grunting)

♪ You tell me that you want me… ♪

(music stops)

(machines powering up)

(buzzer sounding)

(thunder rumbling)

(buzzer continues)

♪ ♪

(thunder rumbling)

About time.

Starting to think maybe you fell asleep on the job.

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