FNAF AU- Clean Up Time
Ship: Springtrap x Self insert
Word count: 2,184
Summary: The after math of the events of FNAF 1, where a clean up crew is hired by Henry Emily to help refurbish and confiscate the animatronics.
Paige is apart of that clean up crew and decides to leave the rest of her crew mates to finish the job, all the while exploring the rest of the pizzaria. Only to end up in parts and services, to find the one and only William Afton. AKA, Springtrap.
CHAPTER ONE
It’s been too long since Freddy Fazbear’s Pizzeria was opened back in the eighties. That the place was rotting and oozing with amalgamations of all sorts of crud and crap. Slimming down from the walls to the floor, leaving its leftovers all over the party room floor. That there was no way that this place could create that much build up in the past few years. Decades was more of the term that should be used for this run-down restaurant.
The owner, the only surviving owner, was wanting a clean up. To refurbish the place to its ‘former glory’ as he stated. And a bunch of other mumbo-jumbo.
I don’t know, I was only half paying attention. That the guys and I were only told to do was to clean. Pick up the scraps that were infesting the place and get out of there before sunrise. No further instructions or warning labels attached. That was the only weird part of the job, but I’ve done stranger jobs before this.
But before this, our little cleaning crew, ‘Raymond’s Cleaners’ was on the verge of bankruptcy. That not many people wanted a whole team to clean up the dirty side of this town as if it had nothing to hide. The owner charged too much, before ending up having a heart attack from the stress of owning such an expensive cleaning service.
That’s where Henry came into the picture.
He took us in, made us into the ‘Fazbear Funtime Cleaning Crew’. Of course it had to relate back to his animatronic creating days. This man was crazy-- But hey, the pay was good. There was no complaining there.
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It took us a few hours to make it to the Pizzeria in question. The sign that signaled all the fun times that housed in that building was barely flickering. Showing the main icon of the place, Freddy Fazbear, shining away in all his dim-lit glory. Showing that this place can never die, as long as he was around.
It just gave a shiver down my spine.
Soon my crew, well-- Not technically my crew, I was just the scrubber and small detailer. To make sure all the extra crud and smaller details sparkled just as much. All the while the rest did the heavy lifting. There were a total of ten of us. Seven guys and three girls, including myself. Of course the guys did the main heavy lifting, and one of the larger females helped out.
I was the shortest and least strongest of the group. So hence I was left to do the smaller jobs. But hey, I was a mean cleaner when it comes to the restrooms. No one else was brave enough to clean blood and grime from diving her arm deep into a toilet.
Okay, no more TMI about my job.
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“Paige! Paige!!” One of the crew members calls out to the woman writing in her journal.
“Quit writing or doodling or whatever, and get to clearing these tables out!”
A man with a gruff voice spoke through a muffle gas mask, as all of the Fazbear Funtime Cleaning Crew wore. With bright, neon yellow hazmat suits, and matching black rubber gloves and boots. All to avoid the blood and grime of this place.
Paige huffs as she shuts her book and unzips her suit, tucking the journal back into her deep sleeve pocket she had on the inside of her red flannel. Zipped it back up and started to yank the table clothes off of the tables. She kept quiet as the other members either picked up the chairs or scrubbed the floors.
She folded the table clothes with ease before setting it off into a plastic container, grabbed the label maker and typed in ‘party table cloths’, before sticking the label on top of the lid. Then shits the box up. A huff was heard through her mask.
CREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAK!
Paige jumps slightly as she turns her head over to a vacant hallway to the left side of the stage. They were in the main party room, the center of the building. As from the front was where the front desk was at. The right had the Men’s and Women's bathrooms and the kitchen. The left side had Pirate’s Cove and the arcade.
Towards the back was a hallway that led to the security office, breakrooms, and parts and services. Where the animatronics ever malfunction, get sent there. And it seems, from what Paige could tell, there was something or someone was back there. In that maze of a backroom.
“Paige! PAIGE!!” The same man that was calling out to her, angrily speaking her name. Was trying to signal her to do another job.
“In a minute! I’ll be back!” Paige waves her hand, swaying away whatever orders were about to be given to her back to the other crew member.
“Urgh! You’re always getting distracted, fine! Get lost!”
Paige rolls her eyes before entering down the long hallway that led to the back of the Pizzaria. There was hardly any light back here, as the circuit breaker was probably in the back-- Somewhere.
She kept a keen out as the lone crew member looked around in the dim hallways. There was a faint corpse smell, as if something has been dead for too long back here.
Then, at the corner of her goggled vision, there was the circuit breaker. Paige goes over and jimmies the lock off. The panel creaks open.
“That wasn’t the sound I’ve heard before. This was stuck for a while.”
Paige remarks to herself before reading the faded labels on the board she was staring at. Lost at the many words that seem to metal in her sights, trying to figure out what each one was trying to say back to her. That reading that much, overstimulated her mind.
Come to me… Come back to me…
Paige jumps before her hand slides a majority of the switches, lucky for her-- There were all to the backroom. As all the lights shine above her, loud and clear. Prompting the over-stimmed woman to cover her eyes. Those bright lights were her Achillies heel.
Come here… Come to me… Come to meee…
“Okaaay… Yikes.” Was all she could comment back.
As she wasn’t expecting someone else to order her around. Paige takes off her hood and mask, shaking her short brown hair about before it flips upward into place. Then sets her mask down on the ground, as that was definitely not gonna fit in her flannel pocket. Or her flashlight either, as that was set next to the mask as well.
That it was now time, who in the fuck was talking to her.
Paige decides to follow the corpse smell, as that was the only lead she could think of tracing. Before seeing the leftover blood stains, small drops on the ground. As they sputtered in a random pattern, but all trailed back to a certain room.
‘PARTS AND SERVICES’
The lone cleaning crew member shakes her head before placing her gloved hand on the door and rests an ear onto the dirty door. Trying to hear if anyone was behind there.
A few silent seconds went by, and there was a heavy coughing-- Followed by a dense heave. As if breathing was difficult to do. Constricting and tightening. As if someone’s lungs were punctured multiple times. Didn’t sound much fun to be stuck in that kind of situation. For who knows how long.
“Open the door, it shouldn’t be-- Cough cough locked…”
The mysterious, pained voice spoke back. It sounded deep and gut wrenching. Not a horrible sound, but as if the voice was ready to spew its guts all over the checkered floor.
Paige freezes as she doesn't want to open the door. But the voice sounded in pain. And had to help. Her good-willed nature was getting the better of her common sense.
The door handle was gripped and pulled. Yank goes the door.
As the young woman stares in horror, at the display before her.
A tattered animatronic suit laid back against the wall. Muted dark greens were its color palette with a torn right ear. Red and blue wires stuck out of that torn ear as the other was fully intact, but limped down. Its optics flicker on and off before gazing upon Paige.
A heave of heavy breathing was heard back, to break the silence.
“Th-There you are… I heard you. The one who does listen.”
“The one who is here to rescu--”
SLAM!
The door shuts.
“Oh for fok sakes…”
Paige slams the door shut as she smacks her back against it. Panting heavily-- As she was terrified by the sight she just saw. Shaky breathing could be heard back from the otherside of the ‘Parts and Service’ room, where the animatronic horror sat.
“No no no, this wasn’t in the job description!!”
“What… What wasn’t in the job description…?” it spoke back.
Paige turns around. Hesitating wanting to speak back.
“Oh come now, it’s rude not to answer back… What wasn't in your job description…?”
Paige sighs as she rubs the back of her head.
“That there’s a messed up looking animatronic in the backroom…?”
“Okay, that’s just mean.” It spoke irritatedly back.
“Did you want me to cuss and be more blunt?”
“I’ll take the first comment…”
The animatronic sighs exasperated, not liking how this was turning out. But had to convince this woman to let him free, since it needed to move again.
“Look…” It spoke again. “I hadn’t been out for a while… A LONG while. Cough cough cough-- Can you… Can you tell me the year.?”
“The, the year?” Paige asks back. As that would be a strange thing to be asked.
“What year do you think this is?” She asks back.
“Hm… 1993…?” It answers back.
“It’s 2024…” Paige corrects him.
Silence was between them. Before the animatronic spoke again. It had to convince this miss to let him out, to fix him. That it has been too long since it has been stuck in this filthy place.
“Almost thirty years… Plus one.” It replies back.
“I’ve been away for so long, been trapped in here for too long… Tell me. What’s your name?”
“Paige.” She gave her name back.
“That’s a pretty name…”
“What’s yours?” Paige asks back.
Then there was a pause. It couldn’t give its real name, or else she would definitely leave this place-- That if she was the only one here. It could only catch a small glimpse of her uniform. There was… Was a Fazbear logo on it. And there was only one other person who would still carry this icon, oh what they made together.
Henry. Henry Emily…
If he told her about him, then what little trust they had would be snapped like a springlock.
Shudders
Never… Never again. It thinks to himself.
“Spring… Springtrap.” Springtrap came up for himself-- It was all it could come up with at the time. The painful memories could never leave him. Best to embrace it.
“Heh, hehe…” Paige giggles back, with a warm smile.
“You gotta be kidding me.”
Springtrap twitches annoyed before grunting.
“It is! Open the door-- Please…”
Paige shakes her head, as she feels a wash of relief come over her body. Then, she opens the door. As soon as she enters inside, she gags from the putrid smell of a corpse.
“Yikes! What’s inside of your suit?!”
“Don’t ask.” Springtrap remarks back bluntly.
“I just did!” Paige yells back.
“Don’t worry about it, just… Do you know how to fix an animatronic suit? Specifically umm, a springlock suit?”
She nods before finding a toolbox on a metal rack, grabs it and kneels down in front of Springtrap.
“Henry gave us a mini rundown… Don’t know why, but I’ve paid attention to that part. It-- Intrigued me.” Paige explains before loosening some of the joints. As she didn’t want the corpse to come sputtering out. If it would even remain in one piece.
“Yes… Focus on the outside of the suit.”Springtrap encourages back before going in a coughing fit.
“Yikes… Germs.”
“Shut up.”
Paige raises her hands up as she keeps working on the outside joints. Getting them loosened, so that Springtrap could move about. Luckily any water that was once underneath the suit was all dried up, but left a large water stain behind.
While Paige was working, Springtrap couldn’t help but to lay his optics on her. That she was efficient with fixing its suit up, that it came so naturally to her. He wonders if Henry had another child after the loss of Emily. But he couldn’t ask of that-- It would be too personal and would reveal his actual identity. Their trust was on a rocky path, smoothing out gradually. The last thing he needed was her to trap him in here again, but in far worse condition.
Best he shuts up for now on that very subject.
This… This would be a start to something new.
[END OF CHAPTER ONE]
