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FAZBEAR ENTERTAINMENT: INSURRECTION PINNED POST AND INFORMATION KIOSK
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TL;DR: Freddy Fazbear's Armed Corporate Militia: Locking up ghost children and preventing more Murders.
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The following takes place during the months leading up to and over the events of FNAF 1, and follows the original timeline up to then.
Fazbear Entertainment's remaining Board of Directors, sick of the cheap food, mascot accidents, and the string of murders associated with the company, began making plans to make their locations 99% murder-proof.
to run William Afton and Henry Emily out of the game, and perhaps even Utah.
William, because of his now very off-putting demeanour, poor safety standards, and overall... Williamness, and Henry, for his perceived emotional instability. The business served as a reminder of Charlotte, and the leaked tapes containing his inane ramblings didn't help.
Cooperating with Afton Robotics' executives (who were already scared shitless enough of Afton to agree), the board turned to an outside consultant, one (FIRST NAME MISSING) Potez, who, with funding from the company, created a new subsidiary of Fazbear Entertainment:
The Establishment.
Staffing this new department involved hiring a large number of low-grade personnel from the private sector (you couldn't take the cheapskate out of the businessman) and decking them out in Freddy's-themed equipment.
This "Guard" would come to be referred to as "Smokies" by the regular staff. Deciding misinformation would be to their detriment, the board drilled the new detail on the nature of the animatronics and the history of Fazbear Entertainment, as well as the “unproven rumours that the animatronics may or may not be haunted by the souls of the dead.”
Of course, realizing this wouldn't be enough for all their locations, they also picked up anyone they could find off the street, throwing them some tossed-together equipment and calling it a day.
Afton Robotics secretly provided modified endoskeletons designed with defense in mind. To prevent lawsuits accidents, these models were much safer, operated independently of any building systems(and each other), and had an enormous reset button on their backs—something a robber(or murderer, in this case,) wouldn’t know about until it was too late. In the event some psycho tried hiding bodies in them, the control systems took up over 80% of the space in the suit and lost their minds on contact with hemoglobin.
Disguising the endoskeletons as a refit had been easy enough, but men in Freddy heads and red SWAT gear would have been very different.
To avoid suspicion, operations near wherever either Henry or Emily were at the time found themselves relegated to sensitive areas. The two companies hope to either remove the duo from their positions or boot them out entirely. All in all, a solid plan.
One minor flaw: The operation is being run by a maniac.
THE ROSTER:
Mark II: A step sideways from the original endo, with weaker motors, lower-cost materials, and a large metal case housing the sensitive components. For every batch of spare endos produced for a location, at least 2 or more are Mark IIs.
The size of the casing was intended to prevent a second... incident, with the thought that the clunky systems would leave no space for a child. Their primary duties are cleaning, mascot performance, and serving as additional defense for night guards.
Quotes:
- “RUN THEM DOWN, YOU POETS!”
- “Hugo. Send for the trucks. The hunt begins.”
- “Save your energy a for the fight with the gladiator…
- “Sweet intern, your labour is required…
When confronted by anyone that resembles anything close to a certain purple man, they immediately speed-dial the local police, emailing them images of the intruder.
H.A.R.Tman (Hellebore Agression Reduction Technology): A regular endo outfitted with a targeting system and a normally-belt-fed pistol, with a capacity of 200 rounds. Their armour is limited to save money, meaning buyers must take protection into their own hands.
Quotes:
-"I'm gonna make you look like a modern art masterpiece." -"Shut up, kid, noone likes a coward. *Mumbles about stupid kids*" -"What's that, sir? Release the toxic gas? Yeah, good idea!"
S.A.N.E(Soul-controlled Agony-powered Negatory Endoskeleton): Once a month, employees of Fazbear Entertainment, disguised as cleaning crews, infiltrate the prisons and asylums of America, harvesting as much remnant(or agony, if possible) as they can find.
The compound is then processed into liquid form, and either added to the metal halfway through the animatronic production process, or fed directly into their systems.
The results display a rudimentary "intelligence", and are speculated to be at least partially self aware. The source of their power, however, means that most are deranged, screaming nonsensical phrases as they work.
This, and their overclocked...everything means that these units are only active for a few hours at a time, before being shut down to prevent damage. The only exceptions are ones controlled by the souls of the dead.
Quotes:
-"CRY RABBIT, AND LET SLIP THE COGS OF WAR!" -"THE BEAR JUDGETH THEE, AND HE IS GETTING ANGRIER EVERY DAY!" -"KILLING, KILLING! THROUGH THE NIGHT!"
The Faz-Conscript
Vagrants, drifters, and thugs, dragged off the streets and recruited into a macabre corporate fighting force.
Armed only with crudely-made bolt action rifles, and whatever else they could afford, these men often rely on their numbers to take on heavier targets, like animatronics and Black Friday customers.
The men are unruly and none too disciplined, but they'll go far for 3 square meals and a roof in winter.
Quotes:
-“EHGSRYEHHEHHETYEHE-“ -“Kill ‘em! Kill ‘em Kill ‘em Kill ‘em!”
"GET CROWBARRED, BITCH!" -“I don’t get paid enough for this shit.” -“IT’S ALIVE! OH GOD, IT’S ALIVE!”
F.G Standard: Members of various private security companies and Mall cops, bought by F.E for their purposes. They are versed in the history of the Fazbear brand, and are stationed to ward off robbers, rogue animatronics, and other such hazards.
Quotes:
-"Contact, Revenant."
-"Code 7, repeat, 7 children banging on Play Structure Windows. Notify Crossguard."
-"No, Ma'am, I cannot give you compensation for moldy Pizza, please leave the building before you are prostitu-uh, prosecuted."
-"Surprise Pistol Whip!"
F.G Command: Hired from more high-end private security companies. These few are given custom pistols, and golden uniforms. Cleared to know about some of Fazbear Entertainments darker moments, these professionals are trained to take their positions far more seriously, authorized to engage the company's more...lethal targets.
Quotes:
-"All units, lock in!"
-Ceta team, stack up and move on my comsite!"
-"Reporter, Xone is hot, repeat Xone is hot! Do not engage!"
-"Consigner, 7-Oscar-16-5-5, suspects are adolescents, count 8, spray cans and booze, Code 4 on Airship, dispatch thugs to disperse."
The Consigners
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Speak not of it
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