Day 1
“So let’s go over the terms one last time Mr, uh...Valiant Effort, yes?” asked Doughnut Joe, shuffling the papers in front of him. He hoofed a few pages to the stallion in front of him, an ash earth pony with a short black mane and tail. “You’ll be working five days a week, from monday to friday inclusive. Your shift starts at midnight and lasts till 6 AM, which is when the day guard will switch you. Come by a bit earlier on monday so I can give ya your ID and show ya around. Sounds good?”
“Of course, no problem!” cheerfully replied Valiant Effort. He has been looking for a job for the past few months now, and he’d cling to this opportunity tooth and hoof. It was either that or learning how to perform “exotic dances” for the only other offer he got. “A-And the wage?” he asked in a small voice, flinching internally as his future employer leaned back and hummed.
“Tell ya what. You look like a good kid. Doughnut Joe is feelin generous, so what’d you say to four bits per hour, eh? That gives us one twenty per week. I’ll throw in some free hot cocoa and unsold doughnuts to keep you through the nights. Sounds okay?”
Valliant looked like he was on the verge of crying. “Y-Yes! T-Thank you sir! I’ll do my best, I promise! Thank you!” he blurted out, lunging to shake the burly pony’s hoof vigorously. The money would definitely help him stand back on all fours again, maybe even convince his marefriend that he wasn’t a total loser.
Four bits an hour. For sitting around and eating doughnuts and coca. Is fate finally smiling at lil’ol me? thought the future night guard, putting a final stroke over his signature on his contract. Fancy Tastes, I promise I’ll win ya back!
* * *
Valiant Effort was sitting in a small room at the back of the now massive doughnut shop. The place grew considerably ever since the Princess herself begun ordering increasing amounts of sweets, turning it into a social hub of sorts for the middle and upper class alike. Doughnut Joe kept the place very family friendly, offering a variety of shakes, cakes and discounts for the smaller ones. He even bought some of the new and fancy ‘animatronic robots’ to entertain his guests.
The things were basically skeletal dolls of metal enhanced with magic, wrapped in plastic and foam bodies. The robots could walk, talk, sing and respond to a variety of simple requests and commands. The foals loved all of them - Mr. Snugglebears, Ducky McDuckington, Miss Cheerypie, even the less popular Griffy Griffon had their animated hands and hooves full of small tykes running around and cheering.
Valliant didn’t really have an opinion about them - he didn’t understand how they worked and they seemed kind of creepy, with their large eyes and maws, their stiff movements and whiney joints. He even heard there was an accident with one of the now missing dolls, but no official statement has been made and the thing was disregarded as a rumor. Still, the little ones missed Foxy of Pirate Cove.
The stallion sighed, looking at the clock overhead. His shift started barely five minutes ago and he was already bored. Doughnut Joe gave him a solid tour around the place, showing off all the fire exits, fuse boxes, storages and even the room in which they kept the dolls in during the night. All in all, despite how huge the place was with all the back rooms, it would be manageable. He’d have to stroll around every now and then to make sure everything was okay, but other than that he’d just sit in front of a security feed and flip views from one camera to another.
If things would somehow manage to get out of hoof, the guard had a pair of solid metal doors to keep him safe, and there were numbers to all important services pinned on a small board in front of him, right over all the posters of Doughnut Joe’s place. His boss made sure to make it a point that, so far, they had no problems with any break-ins and that the position was open due to the previous guard moving on.
“So, let’s see about them doughnuts,” said Effort with a grin, reaching out for a rather sizeable package with the company's logo on it. Before his hoof touched the lid, Valiant got startled by the phone ringing. “Huh? Did Mr. Joe forget something?” mused the stallion, glancing at the clock. It was only ten past midnight.
“Doughnut Joe’s place, night guard Valiant Effort on the phone,” said the guard, leaning back in his chair.
“Hi there! The name’s Bright Smiles and I was the night guard before ya!” answered the phone. “I recorded some messages for you, since this is my last week and all, and I thought that you’d, you know, like some tips on how to run the place at night. It can get, uh, quite quirky here, hehe”
Effort raised and eyebrow and made himself more comfortable in the chair. “Quirky?” he mumbled.
“So uh, yeah, I-I guess I should first do this whole legal introductory thing. Uh, khem, welcome to Doughnut Joe’s where magic is baked goods. In this most wonderous of places you will find all the sugary treats your heart desires. Our products are always made with the best selection of...”
The voice kept jabbering on about doughnuts and the company’s mission to deliver them, making the stallion’s gaze focus on the cocoa and package still left unattended too. Placing the phone head away for a while and listening with one ear about some more legal stuff, he popped the cover open, marvelling at the dozen or so glazed doughnuts housed within. They were all just the stuff that was unsold, but still it was something to munch on and the smell was fantastic.
He was about to sink his teeth into the first one sprinkled with small candies when his ear flinched. The phone said something weird. What was that about dismemberment?
“...But you don’t have to worry about that. Yeah, in fact, I’m sure you’ll do fine,” heard the stallion, now very intently listening to the speaker’s voice. “So, uh, yeah. This is your first night, so things should be pretty quiet. Just so you know, the dolls are never shut down, even during the night. Something about the magics causing rust if they are turned off for too long? I don’t know, I’m no unicorn, heh. So anyway, they’re just set to a roam mode, you know, just walk around a bit, no big deal. As far as I know they won’t hurt ya. They’ll just, uh, I think they kind of don’t see you as a pony or something after hours? Like, they treat you like one of their own. A magical doll I mean. And since you’re not wearing a costume or anythin, I think that the worse they can do is put you into a suit.”
Valiant blinked slowly, moving his head away from the phone for a second. “What?” he mouthed, very carefully putting the head back to his ear.
“Not that bad right?” asked the voice with a nervous giggle. “Except that, well, them costumes weren’t designed for ponies, with all them parts and holes that are s’possed to keep the pieces on the metal bodies. I can imagine a pony would feel kinda, heh, uncomfortable being pushed into one of those. In fact, I think that the only parts of ya that would see the light of day would be yer eyeballs and teeth poppin out.”
Valiant felt chills run up and down his spine. What the hell is this supposed to be? Some kind of prank? Somepony trying to spook me? he thought, looking uneasily around the small office.
“But, yeah, this is the first night, you don’t have ta worry one bit! Just, uh, observe the cameras and keep yer hooves on the door switches. Turn them on only when ya need to, cause the place only has so much power at night, with Doughnut Joe being, uh, conservative about his expenses. I’m sure you’ll do fine! Take care!”
Valiant hear a crackle in the phone and then the beeping of a hung up call. Slowly, he put the phone away, suddenly losing appetite for his treats.
* * *
Valiant was switching through the camera feeds, noting how nothing has changed during the hour he has spent here already. Despite the obviously stupid prank call, he couldn’t find it in himself to actually go out with a flashlight and inspect the place. His view lingered on the room in which the dolls were kept - the things haven’t moved at all, which further proved to him that the call was just some stupid joke. He felt silly for even thinking that his employer would expose foals to something as dangerous as rogue robots that’d hurt them. But then again there was that once rumored incident…
His musings were interrupted when he noticed something wrong in the previous feed. He quickly scrolled back to the room where the dolls were.
One of them was missing. He didn’t even notice anything moving. It just wasn’t there anymore. He flipped around on all the available screens, the hairs in his coat rising as a chill crept under his skin.
The kitchen was empty. Main hall and toilets quiet. Every corridor and storage area was silent. Just as his hooves were starting to tremble, his view shifted to the doll room again.
Much to his surprise and relief, everyone was accounted for. He had no idea how it was gone before - maybe the camera caught a bad angle, or the ever-present static obscured something from his view?
“I’ll definitely have to talk to Mr. Joe about this,” he sighed. “Everything seems to be barely working over here. And this stupid generator?” He dabbed at the screen where a small battery-like icon showed the number ‘90%’. “Eh. I guess I can endure. For four bits an hour, sure. It’s not so bad.”
Feeling a bit better again, he took a sip of the now cold cocoa, frowning only a little bit.
* * *
Valiant jumped in place a few times to make sure his equipment wasn’t clunking together too much. Around 2 AM he decided to finally patrol the place, flicking the lights off in his office to conserve power. He turned on his torso-mounted flashlight, noticing with pleasure that the ring of light was solid and bright. He made a mental note to delicately ask his boss about any future batteries.
Scooping out one of the last doughnuts from the box, he moved out of his room, munching on the sugary treat in the near pitch-black darkness. The light cast all sorts of eerie shadows - the place looked vastly different during the day. The clip-clopping of Valiant’s hooves felt unnatural in the dead silence of the corridors he moved through. It was as if he got lost and wound up in a maze, one of the evil and ominous variety.
Effort wasn’t a skittish pony by any means. Still, his first reaction to an unexpected clunk somewhere to his left made him jump with a sharp gasp. His heart was pounding hard against his chest as he slowly looked around. The room next to him was the main one, where all the patrons would sit, eat and enjoy the shows that the animatronic robots would put on every once in a while.
As silently as he could, the stallion moved around the corner, whipping his flashlight around to view the room. There were a lot of chairs and tables stacked upon one another, but nothing seemed to be moved or out of place. The bar behind which Doughnut Joe or an employee would stand to take in orders was empty and the displays were neatly covered with sheets.
And then, for a second, the ray of his light illuminated something on the ground.
Valiant held his breath, cold sweat instantly saturating his coat. Slowly, he lowered his body, moving the shaking white circle over to the spot where he saw something.
There it was. Right next to the counter. A bunch of toothpicks seemed to have spilled on the ground.
Sighing and rubbing his eyes the stallion stood up properly, shaking himself thoroughly.
“What the hell, Valiant,” he muttered. “Physics scaring you? You’ll die of a heart attack next time you drop a doughnut, I swear.” He took another second to calm himself. “Alright. Might as well pick em up while I’m-”
They were gone.
The toothpicks vanished.
* * *
He wished he had coffee. Or at least some herbal tea. For the past hour he has been observing the dolls with increasing frequency through his security feed. Not one of them moved, not even so much as flinched. They might as well been just statues. Unnerving, creepy, dead-eyed statues.
“You’re losing your mind. On the first day,” he kept repeating to himself, noting with irritation that he had only half of his nightly power supply left. And it was only three in the morning. “What the hell is it with this power usage? I had the doors closed for only what, thirty minutes?”
It was true, he kind of panicked. He ran to his office like all hell was chasing him, slammed the door buttons and turned the lights off. It took him some time to calm his breathing, his thumping heart slowing down more of exhaustion than actual relief. He gently nibbled on his forehoof as he squinted at the camera feeds, trying to make out anything in the static.
As far as he could tell, there was nothing on the counters. It was either swept behind the camera’s view or not there at all.
“I should still go and check,” he said. “Maybe I-I’m just seeing things. Stupid pranks. I mean, these things haven’t moved all night. They must be turned off.”
To emphasise his point, he flipped his view to the doll room.
Where all the animatronic robots sat just like they have all night long.
* * *
Valiant was more sliding than walking along the corridor, the side of his barrel touching the nearest wall. His little circle of light was shaking visibly in front of him, despite his efforts.
“Calm down man,” he kept muttering, feeling waves of chills running along his body. “T-This place just seems creepy. We’ll just finish the shift, nice and easy, just a few more hours. Then, a nice long bath, some solid sleep. Maybe we’ll go and see Fancy, hmm? Tell her about this new cool job. She’ll be impressed you work at Joe’s right? It’s a popular place now. She’ll definitely be interested.”
The stallion allowed himself a small, nervous giggle as he entered the big hall again. He shone his light where the toothpicks were. Slowly, he circled around, leaning to the side to see. As he suspected, there was nothing there.
“It was just the shadows,” he huffed uneasily, whipping his light around. “There’s nothing here. Just a nice and clean floor. I mean, why would they keep toothpicks on the counter after hours? Ridicu-”
Griffy.
The gryphon animatronic doll.
It was right there, in the doorframe. The one he just came from. Just a few feet away.
Its large, lifeless eyes looked past Valiant. It had a taloned hand clutched to its chest.
Toothpicks. A pack of toothpicks in its grasp.
* * *
They were all around.
*click*
Snugglebears was standing in the kitchen
*click*
Cheerypie in the middle of the dining hall, her head twisted, looking at the stacked chairs.
*click*
Griffy was sitting in a corridor just outside his office, toothpicks all around her.
*click*
Ducky’s blue, lifeless eyes. Staring. At. The Camera.
* * *
Valiant Effort sat under his desk, a quivering ball of terror. He had his security monitor in front of him, observing the feeds and frantically scrolling around. The time of reason was far gone. He tried to tell himself that it was normal - the dolls moved around during the day and everything was fine.
But this was night-time. The dolls were on a different mode. Would they, or would they not hurt him? The voice told him they wouldn’t. Still, they were too creepy and…
They didn’t move when he was watching them. He never saw any of them actually move as long as he was focused on any one. Sometimes, when he switched views even for a second, a doll would manage to slip away, turning up in a different part of the complex.
Sometimes, they’d stare right at the camera, as if they knew he was watching.
And it was only 4 AM.
“Maybe I should leave,” he whispered, eyeing the power level which was by now dangerously low. He tried keeping the doors shut, but it drained his supply way too much. He resolved to frantically switching views, closing a door only when a doll would come too close to his office. It was nerve wrecking, having to keep tabs on all four robots, observing them frozen in odd positions.
One time, he swore he shut the door down just in time to see a fluffy foot appear in the door frame.
His breathing was really shallow and fast - he was hyper-ventillating, unable to stop whimpering and shivering. It took all his willpower to just not let go of his bowel’s contents as fear took over him completely. He closed his eyes tightly shut, hugging the monitor, hoping against hope that it would finally be six.
* * *
Five thirty. For some reason, the dolls were all sitting nice and quiet in their room. Maybe their programming switched? Maybe they were back to day-mode now, obediently waiting for the employees to corral them outside to greet guests?
He just wanted to get out. Just a few more minutes and he’d run away, resign from the job and gladly start learning how to sway his hips for the exotic dances. He’d do anything to just leave the horrible place. He would never be able to look at a doughnut ever again. He’d go on a no-sugar diet. Work-out, find a new, better, more loving marefriend.
Five fifty. It was okay to leave now, right? Just leg it, dash to the exit, lock up and run for the hills. He’d apologise to Doughnut Joe later, even pay a fine if he had to. Just be as far away as possible from the dolls. Griffy, Snugglebears, Cherrypie, Ducky…
Valiant Effort managed to crawl out of his hiding place, reluctantly opening the right door to his office. He took one last look at the dolls sitting in their room. He had only a sliver of power left. He managed to take only a step towards the exit when he heard frantic footsteps.
His eyes shrunk to pinpricks as he saw a shadow dash wildly through the corridor.
Red fur and a manic smile.
A shriek got choked in his throat, a firm grasp holding him in place.
In the faint, dying light of his office lamp he saw the face.
The face of the Pirate Cove’s Foxy.
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You got my heart racing. Good job. Wish there were more chapters though... :/
make a sequel plz I NEED MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I see this just as I begin to write a Five Nights story. Ah well. Also, the fox is satan. I know it.
I had a feeling somepony was going to write about this...
For author and readers, that know a good bit about this, check the tvtropes page, and see how much of a jerk the dev team is.
OH good lord why!
The fic is cool, it captures the game very well...Just sad about Valiant Effort. And I had just discovered this game today, too!
That fox...oh god that fox!
NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NEIN НЕТ NIE कोई không có NOT THIS F:3KING GAME I STILL HAVE NIGHTMARES FROM THAT GAME I SWEAR TO GOD
Christ, it had to be Foxy. Fuck Foxy. he's always going to jump you because of his different mechanics.
And for those who don't have any idea what this is based on, watch this.
See if he had let his power run out foxy wouldn't have gotten him cuz couldent have gotten him and his shift would be over by the time freddy killed him, meaning he would have survived the night.
4862247
Well this story only consist of one night..... So make a shuger qube corner version?
4862904
Actually, the one I was making had the premise of anthro Fluttershy getting a job at the actual Freddy's. I do plan on having her go through more than one night, each one being largely similar to how they are in the game.
4863134
Oh ok i personally hate anthro storys but i guess i can make an exeption for you. Isuggest you open a tab and look up the wiki for tips on bot behaviour so you can have a better time writeing the robots. Also are you sure flutter shy would stay in a shop full of murderus robots for 6 hours a night five days a week, for 120 dollers? If you want i could tell you just how bad this job actually is in detail.
4863243
I know most of the ins-and-outs of the game, and the justification for that was going to be the Fluttershy hit hard times financially because people weren't bringing in animals anymore, and she took the job because she knew how much kids like the place, so she didn't mind a lower pay if it meant keeping watch on a place that was really special for kids. I don't want to write a huge comment detailing what I had in mind, though. Don't worry though, it'll all get a good explanation once it's up. I plan on having moments between days where she interacts with the rest of the mane six, and she finds out the dark secrets of Freddy's as she goes on.
4863463
Ok..... But seriously that jobs horrible, not only because of the robots but just from the incredibly stupid conditions they want you to work under with the robots honestly, If you wish i can describe just how irresponsible the owners of that place really are in detail. i like your idea ill keep an eye out for it.
4863515
Right, that's what I meant.
4862786 that's not a fox its a wolf
4864853 Really? You'd think that a Wolf would not be called Foxy...Well, still...THAT FOXY!
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4864853
Actually, he is called Foxy in the game. It shows up while you set up the Custom Night
anyone else seen this easter egg
4864853
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4865938
Le thumb for Markiplier <3
Is it weird that I love Foxy the most? I mean, he's probably always portrayed as a bad guy in front of all the kids, maybe his views are a bit skewed from the others. Maybe he's looking to find you, so he can finally find someone to be friends with, since he is the 'bad guy' he won't abide by the rules, like the others, and may try to capture humans to keep in Pirates Cove, so he can try to be with them. However, because of the hook, teeth and claws, he might always end up killing them either from dismemberment or blood loss, which would explain why it was out of order, and why he is always sprinting to try and catch you before you leave... Poor thing...
Also, dat run doe.
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... don't worry Foxy, I'll be your friend... *hug*
Also, it's only a matter of time before someone makes a real-life '5 Nights at Freddy's'. Not the death part, of course, but the animatronics, the building, and you are challenged to see how long you can last it, in real life... that would be awesome.... and terrifying...
Fuck this game, man. I don't need no heart-attack. I haven't even played it and I fucking jumped at every thing when watching somebody play it. Eventually, I'll have to play it and than die of a heart-attack.
4879427
I don't intend to play it. I saw Markiplier play it and got the pants scared off of me.
4879438
I don't want to fucking play it either. If I dive deeper into my memories, I made the worst pact ever:
Play every horror game.
Still gotta play Luna Game 3, 4, 0, and End. Than I have to fucking play this game. I beat all three Dead Space's and planning to get Outlast. So yeah, I basically just committed suicide.
4879464
Add SCP Containment Breach to the list
4879472
God fucking damn it.
>Dying on the first night
Wow, this security guard sucks.
4879586
It was actually a custom night with AI set to 20
4875849
I found him to be incredibly annoying after the he killed me for the THRID time.
4879427
I do notice that everyone that has played it seem to be having heart attacks, but the only time I got scared in the game was during a few occasions, like The Duck jump scaring me after breaking the door right after I put down the tablet, Foxy bum rushing me for the first 3 times before it got annoying and the fifth and sixth night, either I'm really hard to scare or just VERY lucky
4879901
He's like
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4879908
My response to the fourth time, middle finger, fifth, sighing, sixth, pure angrish, seventh, Absolute frustration.
4879912
Are you keeping an eye on him? Coz it sounds to me you aren't
You need to like spastically view Pirate Cove in order for him to not get agitated and come say hello.
4879914
I always end up flicking to there by accident, then there's golden freddy, seriously, fuck that guy.
4879901 another theory I made is that Foxy is attacking you to get back at the other animatronics for hurting him and leaving him out. Seeing as he is heavily damaged and hidden away and is not with the other animatronics because the others hate him, because he hurt a child (the Bite incident). Maybe he's trying to kill you to show the other animatronics that this is what they forced him to become. He never wanted to be a murderer, but it's what the others have changed him into. *snuggles Foxy* it's okay... you don't have to listen to them... you're perfect...
4879966
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4880003 I've heard that theory a lot
I find it massively interesting to see what other interpretations people find for this game, and the hidden meanings behind the characters. 
I love finding out what people think of this game, not only on the scariness factor, but on what they believe the deeper meaning is, if they spot one. 
FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!
4880220
My theory is that the owner of Frazzbears is a piece of shit fat rapist. So he made Foxy as a... kind of anatomically correct anthro fox pirate female. If you get my drift.
And the reason why she bit the kid is because she was trying to protect her from the owner but didn't know how else to do it besides killing her. Or atleast trying to kill her.
And now the owner has mechanics working on Foxy to... fix her. And now she's dedicated to saving people form the owner. Except she saves them by stuffing them inside a suit.
What? Don't judge her. She's just confused is all.
4881056 'anatomically correct anthro fox pirate female'. Gosh damn furries... that... actually makes sense...
I dunno, I like the way you explain it, but I thought Foxy was more of a dude. Another theory I have is that Foxy was being wildly aggressive towards the other animatronics, causing them to fight back, and heavily damage him, which caused him to be out of order. He is still full of rage, and thus attempts to brutally kill the player in order to finally put his anger to rest. SO MANY THEORIES!!!!!
4881116
I think that the official explanation was that Foxy did bite the kid and as such was being disassembled. Which is why his chest is so raggedy.
Also, Foxy just sounds too feminine.
4881136 I guess that's true... I always thought that Freddy, Foxy where guys, and Chica and Bonnie were girls. Bonnie just seems like a tom-boy, seeing as she plays a proper beast electric guitar! I guess Foxy would be disassembled, seeing as she would be considered a threat against the children... huh... so many theories... so little time...
4862763 Dev team? I thought there was only one guy named Scott.
Unless I misunderstood what you said.
4881946 Its a trope that plays very heavily with rogue light, like, and style games. The Dev Team Thinks of Everything is the full saying of it. Though it amounts to them anticipating, or having metrics that watch what the players do, and patching in the game to do exactly that.
With a good game, it means usually fun and interesting replays, with a bad one, well, its railroading.
Its quite fine, no worries there.
4881946 What i meant by my statement, is that the fox won't move at all until you switch to the cove. The game starts you there to basically force him to move when you flick the camera on. Sorry, i forgot to add that.
this is my only reaction to the game
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Wait foxy activates on the third night so he shouldnt be there, if anything golden freddy might be a better ending character
4888331
Really? You wanna be the one to tell Foxy what he can and can't do?
Go ahead