Mirian was given a super special permission to interview, review, and analyze the mega pizzaplex of Freddy Fazzbear Entertainment. Her social media that she’s slowly been building up on her own accord outside of mother’s view, will absolutely eat this content up. However there’s two issues.
One) Nothing so far has been too interesting on the night shift.
Two) all her footage that is useable keeps getting a bit messed up when with Violet around.
And extra two special issues, Violet won’t leave her alone and Michael refuses to go away. And for some strange and bizarre reason, they’re meant to stay in the daycare for the time being.
“I don’t understand why I have to be here.” Mirian declares, “I’ve been authorized to walk around plenty. Michael is the only one who needs babysitting.”
“Excuse you.” He laughs and crosses his arms. He looked stupid folded up on the dinky little kid chair. To be fair, the only ones who didn’t look ridiculous were Violet and Vincent sitting across from one another playing speed pair. “You’ve apparently almost walked into employee only areas several times.”
“That doesn’t have access to-“ Violet’s hand jerks back as Vincent slams for a pair. The two give one another a hard look. “The dangerous areas. Such as the kitchen. Or the loading and shipping bay.”
“Or the theater.” Vincent chimes and tries to swipe another match from Violet.
“What’s in the theater?” Michael leans a bit close to Vincent. Mirian kicks him under the table. The two start having a silent scuffle.
“The theater is just a theater. It’s been unused for quite a while-“ Violet takes the last pair. “Since the Moondrop service was halted a few months ago.”
“A few months ago?” Mirian looks to Violet for an explanation. Violet’s eyes track her look, a sincere apologetic smile plays onto the strawberry blonde’s face. “Non-disclosure agreement. Sorry sweetie.”
Miriam’s face goes a bit warm and she’s about to protest to the nickname when a sharp stink hits her shin. Her head goes to the table. “Mirian. Are you alright?” A gentle hand to her back and Mirian tries to blink back the tears and glares at Michael as he makes a disapproving face at her. “Let’s get you some ice for that’.” Violet begins to help her out of the chair and Vincent gets up from his. Grabbing Michael by his ear despite the protests.
”Ow- Ow! Vin come on-“ “Come along. Since you’re so energetic you can help empty out the ball pit while we wait for Sun’s return.”
“We’re just playing! We’re mean to each other all the time.”
“Don’t care. You’re suppose to be chaperoning and you’re doing a horrible job at it.”
“You should be nicer to your sister. It’ll foster a better relationship between you two.” Vincent continues and begins pulling out a giant vacuum. “Acts of aggressive affection is seen as a bonding activity only to an extent.”
Michael picks up one of the balls and throws it at the blonde. “Don’t lecture me- Ah!” He didn’t expect for the ball to almost come back in his direction and into his face. The impact makes him take a step back and tip over into the germ infested trap almost instantly.
Distantly, Mirian is watching the seen play out while Violet is taking a look at her leg. It’s cute if you looked at it a certain way. The medical table was actually just a cushioned sofa and Violet was sitting on the floor inspecting an already forming bruise on the shin. “You know, if he’s hurting you like this often-“
“Woah! No.” Mirian puts her hands up to stop *any* of those sort of thoughts from forming. “It was probably just his shoe toe that did a majority of the damage. We usually aren’t this physical with one another.”
“It seems pretty common to me.” Violet gives her a small smile. “Siblings fight quite often.”
“Do you fight with Vincent often?” Mirian had only somewhat noticed the very aggressive game of match that was happening while they were talking. “You two seem to be rather synchronized for siblings.”
“Mmm.” Violet shrugs a bit with a laugh. “We have our jobs. He deals with the technical aspects of this job while I work with the kids and parents. We have our specializations, I don’t think that counts much for synchronization.”
“Yeah but you guys are like.. Really well oiled machines. You just, do stuff! Are you guys twins?”
“Something like that.” Violet pushes her self up, and wipes her hands with satisfied smile. Mirian hadn’t even noticed Violet had done anything. “But anyways. I’ve attached a small soothing heating patch to help with healing of it. Though it might hurt a bit when applying pressure.” She offers her hand out and Mirian takes it, standing up slowly. She feels it, but it didn’t hurt all that bad.
“You know, you didn’t have to waste the supplies on me. I’m a big kid.” Mirian tries to straighten herself up to look taller but compared to Violet… it doesn’t *quite* have the right impression. It makes the other laugh though, she counts that as a win.
“Of course honey. Now let’s go check on your brother before-“ The desk at the front starts making a buzzer sound. The two Bandura siblings pause as their respective helpers immediately leave their sides to go up front. Violet slides into the rolling chair in an easy stride while Vincent walks around to look at the computer.
Mirian tries to take a look but the privacy screen blocks her view. “Uh, what’s the alert about?”
“There’s been.. A small incident down near maintenance.” Vincent sighs. “As well as Roxy’s Raceway.”
Michael rolls his eyes, “Jeez. You’re making it sound so serious. Let your security guards deal with it.”
“Uh…No.” Violet smiles politely and stands up. “They’ve been instructed to stay in their designated areas. You two, please stay here while we go take a look at it.”
Mirian pulls at Violet’s sleeve as she walks pass. “What? Wait what happened that the security guys are being told to not do anything? Shouldn’t you stay with us then? Stay safe and all.”
“Me and Violet are well more qualified to deal with any mishaps than you-“ Vincent jolts a bit at the back kick of his thigh. “Newly hired staff, even the older staff tends not to be qualified for various of reasons.”
Violet holds Mirian’s hand and pats it lightly. “Don’t worry. We’ll be back soon and you can keep doing your tour with me and Michael.”
Vincent taps a Fazlight on Violet’s head. “I’m here also.”
“Truly? I thought you had already went away.” Violet sticks her tongue out and rushes out the front doors before anyone could stop her. Michael gives Vincent a look and the other just walks away as well.
“Do not go out.” Vincent calls out just as he shuts the door.
“You know for someone who looked soooo mittened with the-“
“Oh don’t you even start.” Mirian snaps and lowers her phone. “I saw you making goo goo eyes at the other one.”
Michael’s face gets a bit darker, an impressive feat in a dim lit building. “I was not making goo goo eyes. You were fawning over that girl way more than anything I was doing anything. Vincent is just a very-“ nice? Likeable? Interesting? Social? Hypnotizing? No, stop that. “Likeable character. That’s all.”
“You know what. Listen. How about we both just agree to drop the topic okay? We’re trying to be stealthy anyways.”
Mirian keeps moving ahead, ducking into a photo both as a staff bot passes by, Michael standing next to the booth and keeping out of sight, “Do you even know where you’re going?”
“Roxy’s Race way is on the ground floor. I want to go there first since I know where that one is. Maintenance, Violet kept showing up like a ninja when I got anywhere near the staff corridors.”
Michael rolls his eyes as they leave the booth. Michael almost takes a dive head first into a bot as it suddenly turns, the light glaring in his eyes briefly. Mirian thankfully was able to grab him and hold him in place. Once it passes, Mirian smacks the back of his head. “Watch where you’re going. You’re going to get security called on us.”
“Oh right. Cause it’s my fault we’re out here.”
“You didn’t have to come with me. I don’t even know why you’re here!”
“Because you put my number down as the guardian number on that disclosure paper and it’s either I do this or Mother drags you from this project and as if I’m staying in that freaky daycare. I saw those Moon and Sun statues also Mirian. They’re really freaky.”
As the two started getting into a small whispering shouting match as they continue towards Roxy’s Raceway. They don’t notice the staff bot that had just passed them, disappear into the darkness of the pizzaplex. They do however noticed when it gets dropped in front of them. Mangled to bits off and crushed pieces.
Mirian almost screams out but Michael grabs at her arms, the two looking around for the source. It was Mirian first to notice the red glowing above them. “Michael….”
“Shut. We need to-“ Mirian grips his forearm a bit harder. “Michael- Look up.” He looks to her then up above, a nervous smile on his face. Just above them, dangling maybe a dozen or so feet above them was a moon animatronics. It’s smiling head twisting and slightly twitching as it swung slowly back in forth in the air.
“That’s Moon.” Mirian says quietly, her own nervous manifesting in her tightened grip. “The one in charge of the nap time services.”
“Was. Michael makes them take a step back from directly underneath the attendant. It’s eyes following everyone of their movements. “Vincent said it no longer handled that. I think it…”
Mirian has done her research but the impression Fazbear had given to the public was this animatronic was suppose to be decommissioned and removed permanently. “It won’t actually kill us right?”
Vincent stares at his sister, his words coming from a teeth clenched mouth, “If it doesn’t, I’ll do it later.”
