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Pizzaplex Lock-In: Epilogue
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Depending on how you count it, this makes Pizzaplex Lock-In a fona-bide novel. That's crazy.
Anyway, if any of you cared to know what became of Vanessa, here's a quick read on that.
This also may or may not be a tease for a future project down the road ;)
Download the PDF for the best quality.
“FREDDY FAZBEAR’S MEGA PIZZAPLEX IS NOW OPEN FOR DAY SHIFT EMPLOYEES! FOR THOSE OF YOU ON THE NIGHT SHIFT, YOU MAY NOW TAKE YOUR SCHEDULED BREAKS AT HOME AND CLOCK OUT FOR THE NIGHT.”
“Ah… fuck… my head!” I yell as I swiftly put both hands to my temples, in order to ease the heavy throbbing in my skull. The world around me is spinning, and I feel like I’m about to throw up.
ᘉᓍᘺ ᖶᕼᗩᖶ ᖻᓍᑘ'ᖇᘿ ᖴᓰᘉᗩᒪᒪᖻ ᗩᘺᗩkᘿ, ᓰᖶ ᘺᓰᒪᒪ ᘜᘿᖶ ᗷᘿᖶᖶᘿᖇ Sᓍᓍᘉ.
So, you’re still here…
What even happened to me anyway? Last I can remember, I spoke with Chica, smelled something weird, went up some stairs, and then blacked out. If I fell down the stairs, then one of the animatronics must have brought me here to this first aid station… But if that’s the case, why didn’t they call an ambulance?!
“Wait a minute… it’s 6AM, was I seriously out for the whole shift?!”
Panicking, I leap off the bed before a dizzy spell overtakes me, and I lean onto the bed for support. I mutter a few expletives under my breath before dashing through the cluttered maintenance tunnels of the plex, until I find my way to the main lobby. Sure enough, the shutters are open, and some of the opening shift crew are already outside the door, waiting for me. With a groan, I rush over to them and let them inside.
“Geez, what took ya so long, Old Sport?” asks Dave, one of the day shift leads. I hate that guy. “Was about to think you were just gonna let us freeze our asses off in the cold.”
“I was… busy with something in the basement… If you could just- just wait in the lobby for a moment. I need to check on something,” I say, walking away from the him.
“Sure thing, just don’t keep us waiting too long,” replies Dave.
He keeps talking, but I tone him out as I walk away from him and towards the elevators. After ascending the escalator, however, I notice a S.T.A.F.F. bot lying on the floor, broken. That must be the S.T.A.F.F. bot Chica was talking about. I grimace and quicken my pace until I finally arrive at an elevator. If I’m lucky, at least one of the animatronics will be in the Atrium, and if not, I’ll have to get to Rockstar Row. Freddy should have been there before I was knocked out, so maybe he still is. Regardless, I need to know if anyone saw anything or if there’s been more damage.
ᖻᓍᑘ ᘺᓍᘉ'ᖶ ᗷᘿᒪᓰᘿᐺᘿ ᖻᓍᑘᖇ ᘿᖻᘿS.
Once the elevator opens, I rush out and hear someone call out towards more.
“Hey Fred- er…”
With a gasp, I jump back before sighing in relief as I see Monty standing a few feet from the elevator.
“Was, uh, wonderin’ where you were, Officer Vanessa,” comments Monty.
“I was… busy with something. Anyway, you didn’t see anything suspicious, did you? Chica told me about a supposed intruder,” I inquire.
“Nah, ain’t seen anyone or anything out of place. Chica told me about that S.T.A.F.F. bot in the lobby. Maybe the crumby thing just had a glitch and shut down,” responds Monty.
“Urgh, whatever, I guess that’ll be a problem for the day shift,” I sigh, “And one more thing, have you seen Fred-” I pause. Monty thought I was Freddy before I left the elevator. “-where’s Freddy?”
As if on cue, the elevator to my right dings, and out strolls Glamrock Freddy.
“Freddy, did something happen to you earlier this morning? You cut off from the system,” I ask.
Freddy, seemingly not expecting my presence, stumbles over his words before replying, “I believe that I have experienced a fatal error around 1 AM,” Freddy replies, “it appears that I was reset to an older version of my software and experienced severe memory corruption and data loss.”
“Oh my God”, I mutter through gritted teeth. “Well, since it seems you were out and about, did you see any suspicious activity? Maybe an intruder of some sort?”
Freddy fidgets again before responding. “I saw nothing, but, uh, well…” stammers the bear.
“Out with it, Freddy,” I order sternly.
Freddy stalls before responding, “I did see you at the base of one of the maintenance tunnel stairwells. You did not appear to be in a critical state, so I left you at one of the first aid stations,” he explains.
For some reason, I get the feeling he’s not being entirely truthful, but the throbbing in my head is preventing me from focusing, so I decide to let it go. But why didn’t he call the hos- right… his software and procedures must be set to a time before we got sued.
I let out yet another prolonged groan, while Freddy looks at me with his usual sympathetic concern. Maybe Chica’s seen something else since she told me about the S.T.A.F.F. bot.
“Do either of you know where Chica is?”
“Last I saw her, she was at the end of the Atrium,” replies Freddy.
“Could you please call her over?” I request.
The two animatronics look nervously at one another, before Monty replies, saying that he called Chica over to our location.
“Hey, Monty, is everything alright? Did Freddy come back yet? O-Oh, uh, officer Vanessa, i-is something wrong?” says Chica, sounding ashamed.
But how could I possibly care for Chica’s tone when I can see something so incredibly distressing. Right behind Chica is Roxy, but her hair is torn, her paint is chipped, and her plastic shell is shattered. “Roxy, w-what the hell happened to you?!” Yup… this is officially the worst night ever.
“I don’t quite know what happened, but that sinkhole at the raceway, well, let’s just say it came crashing down. It couldn’t beat me over, naturally,” replies the boastful wolf.
I can only reply with a stupor of laughter. Can this really get any worse? “Is there anything else that I should know?!” I ask, not really wanting an answer.
“Well, uh, there’s been an incident at the West End Arcade and at Gato-” Freddy responds sheepishly, before I interrupt him.
“You know what, I don’t care. There’s one more thing I gotta check up on. I’m leaving all of this shit for the day crew to deal with, then I’m going to the hospital. If one of you could update the day crew on all of *this*, that’d be great.”
“...We’re on it, Officer Vanessa,” Freddy replies.
I don’t bother wording a reply, and instead head towards the show stage so that I can get to the maintenance area.
ᗩᘺᘺ, ᓰ ᕲᓰᕲᘉ'ᖶ ᘿᐺᘿᘉ ᕼᗩᐺᘿ ᖶᓍ ᖶᘿᒪᒪ ᖻᓍᑘ ᖶᕼᓰS ᖶᓰᘻᘿ. ᘜᓍᓍᕲ ᘜᓰᖇᒪ.
Don’t say that. That’s gross.
As I look back, I see the four animatronics clamber into the two elevators, and to my left, I see another decommissioned S.T.A.F.F. bot, lying in a shattered heap on the floor.
“Cool…”
After arriving on the basement floor, I walk through the hallways. Nothing appears to be amiss. Maybe the chaos didn’t reach this level of the plex.
My hope, however, is soon dashed. Laying around many parts of the basement storage area are various endoskeleton body parts. Arms, legs, torsos, heads, nuts, bolts, wires, seeing all of these things strewn about feed into the dread and curiosity about what exactly happened while I was out. Alongside all the damaged and broken parts, I could also see a moderate number of damaged, but in-tact, endoskeletons that showed evidence of brutish assault. Could Monty have done this?
kᘿᘿᕵ ᘻᓍᐺᓰᘉᘜ ᖴᓍᖇᘺᗩᖇᕲ
Fine.
As I continue skulking around the basement and seeing all the damage, I’m finally brought to what it wants me to see. Laying on the ground in a crumpled heap is it. Frankly, I wish I had a better name, but it keeps changing its name, so I’ve just settled on “it”.
“Why are you still in my head if that’s you on the ground?!”
Abruptly, a blur of white and pink fades into my vision, signifying Helpi’s decided to say hello. “When I told you that we are one and the same, that was a bit of a fib. We’re both the same thing in a way, but we’re also not connected to each other either. While it can roam about the physical world, I am confined to the digital realm, more specifically, I’m confined within the V.A.N.N.I. network,” explains Helpi. “In the meantime, you can let it sit around for a bit. It can wait a little before being able to move again. Now, can you pull out your costume? I have a few ideas on how to ‘improve’ it.”
“What are you talking about?” I ask.
“You’ll see… Please just let me look at it for a moment,” requests Helpi.
In spite of his unsatisfactory explanation, I oblige and walk to where I keep my costume. I pull it out of its drawer and hold it at eye level so that Helpi can get a good look at it. “Okay, now what?” I ask.
“Hmm… yup, I think I’ll go forward with this plan,” says Helpi. Again, I ask what he’s talking about. “Oh, the events of this morning just gave me a few ideas. Now, if you could put your rabbit mask on for a moment,” he requests.
“Sure,” I reply, “and speaking of what happened this morning, you’re gonna really need to pull some strings in order to get me to keep my job,” I mention as I put on the mask.
“Don’t worry, Vanny, that’s not a problem,” Helpi replies. “Now, stay calm, this won’t hurt a bit.”
<<< PREV | FIRST | NEXT >>>
Depending on how you count it, this makes Pizzaplex Lock-In a fona-bide novel. That's crazy.
Anyway, if any of you cared to know what became of Vanessa, here's a quick read on that.
This also may or may not be a tease for a future project down the road ;)
Download the PDF for the best quality.
“FREDDY FAZBEAR’S MEGA PIZZAPLEX IS NOW OPEN FOR DAY SHIFT EMPLOYEES! FOR THOSE OF YOU ON THE NIGHT SHIFT, YOU MAY NOW TAKE YOUR SCHEDULED BREAKS AT HOME AND CLOCK OUT FOR THE NIGHT.”
“Ah… fuck… my head!” I yell as I swiftly put both hands to my temples, in order to ease the heavy throbbing in my skull. The world around me is spinning, and I feel like I’m about to throw up.
ᘉᓍᘺ ᖶᕼᗩᖶ ᖻᓍᑘ'ᖇᘿ ᖴᓰᘉᗩᒪᒪᖻ ᗩᘺᗩkᘿ, ᓰᖶ ᘺᓰᒪᒪ ᘜᘿᖶ ᗷᘿᖶᖶᘿᖇ Sᓍᓍᘉ.
So, you’re still here…
What even happened to me anyway? Last I can remember, I spoke with Chica, smelled something weird, went up some stairs, and then blacked out. If I fell down the stairs, then one of the animatronics must have brought me here to this first aid station… But if that’s the case, why didn’t they call an ambulance?!
“Wait a minute… it’s 6AM, was I seriously out for the whole shift?!”
Panicking, I leap off the bed before a dizzy spell overtakes me, and I lean onto the bed for support. I mutter a few expletives under my breath before dashing through the cluttered maintenance tunnels of the plex, until I find my way to the main lobby. Sure enough, the shutters are open, and some of the opening shift crew are already outside the door, waiting for me. With a groan, I rush over to them and let them inside.
“Geez, what took ya so long, Old Sport?” asks Dave, one of the day shift leads. I hate that guy. “Was about to think you were just gonna let us freeze our asses off in the cold.”
“I was… busy with something in the basement… If you could just- just wait in the lobby for a moment. I need to check on something,” I say, walking away from the him.
“Sure thing, just don’t keep us waiting too long,” replies Dave.
He keeps talking, but I tone him out as I walk away from him and towards the elevators. After ascending the escalator, however, I notice a S.T.A.F.F. bot lying on the floor, broken. That must be the S.T.A.F.F. bot Chica was talking about. I grimace and quicken my pace until I finally arrive at an elevator. If I’m lucky, at least one of the animatronics will be in the Atrium, and if not, I’ll have to get to Rockstar Row. Freddy should have been there before I was knocked out, so maybe he still is. Regardless, I need to know if anyone saw anything or if there’s been more damage.
ᖻᓍᑘ ᘺᓍᘉ'ᖶ ᗷᘿᒪᓰᘿᐺᘿ ᖻᓍᑘᖇ ᘿᖻᘿS.
Once the elevator opens, I rush out and hear someone call out towards more.
“Hey Fred- er…”
With a gasp, I jump back before sighing in relief as I see Monty standing a few feet from the elevator.
“Was, uh, wonderin’ where you were, Officer Vanessa,” comments Monty.
“I was… busy with something. Anyway, you didn’t see anything suspicious, did you? Chica told me about a supposed intruder,” I inquire.
“Nah, ain’t seen anyone or anything out of place. Chica told me about that S.T.A.F.F. bot in the lobby. Maybe the crumby thing just had a glitch and shut down,” responds Monty.
“Urgh, whatever, I guess that’ll be a problem for the day shift,” I sigh, “And one more thing, have you seen Fred-” I pause. Monty thought I was Freddy before I left the elevator. “-where’s Freddy?”
As if on cue, the elevator to my right dings, and out strolls Glamrock Freddy.
“Freddy, did something happen to you earlier this morning? You cut off from the system,” I ask.
Freddy, seemingly not expecting my presence, stumbles over his words before replying, “I believe that I have experienced a fatal error around 1 AM,” Freddy replies, “it appears that I was reset to an older version of my software and experienced severe memory corruption and data loss.”
“Oh my God”, I mutter through gritted teeth. “Well, since it seems you were out and about, did you see any suspicious activity? Maybe an intruder of some sort?”
Freddy fidgets again before responding. “I saw nothing, but, uh, well…” stammers the bear.
“Out with it, Freddy,” I order sternly.
Freddy stalls before responding, “I did see you at the base of one of the maintenance tunnel stairwells. You did not appear to be in a critical state, so I left you at one of the first aid stations,” he explains.
For some reason, I get the feeling he’s not being entirely truthful, but the throbbing in my head is preventing me from focusing, so I decide to let it go. But why didn’t he call the hos- right… his software and procedures must be set to a time before we got sued.
I let out yet another prolonged groan, while Freddy looks at me with his usual sympathetic concern. Maybe Chica’s seen something else since she told me about the S.T.A.F.F. bot.
“Do either of you know where Chica is?”
“Last I saw her, she was at the end of the Atrium,” replies Freddy.
“Could you please call her over?” I request.
The two animatronics look nervously at one another, before Monty replies, saying that he called Chica over to our location.
“Hey, Monty, is everything alright? Did Freddy come back yet? O-Oh, uh, officer Vanessa, i-is something wrong?” says Chica, sounding ashamed.
But how could I possibly care for Chica’s tone when I can see something so incredibly distressing. Right behind Chica is Roxy, but her hair is torn, her paint is chipped, and her plastic shell is shattered. “Roxy, w-what the hell happened to you?!” Yup… this is officially the worst night ever.
“I don’t quite know what happened, but that sinkhole at the raceway, well, let’s just say it came crashing down. It couldn’t beat me over, naturally,” replies the boastful wolf.
I can only reply with a stupor of laughter. Can this really get any worse? “Is there anything else that I should know?!” I ask, not really wanting an answer.
“Well, uh, there’s been an incident at the West End Arcade and at Gato-” Freddy responds sheepishly, before I interrupt him.
“You know what, I don’t care. There’s one more thing I gotta check up on. I’m leaving all of this shit for the day crew to deal with, then I’m going to the hospital. If one of you could update the day crew on all of *this*, that’d be great.”
“...We’re on it, Officer Vanessa,” Freddy replies.
I don’t bother wording a reply, and instead head towards the show stage so that I can get to the maintenance area.
ᗩᘺᘺ, ᓰ ᕲᓰᕲᘉ'ᖶ ᘿᐺᘿᘉ ᕼᗩᐺᘿ ᖶᓍ ᖶᘿᒪᒪ ᖻᓍᑘ ᖶᕼᓰS ᖶᓰᘻᘿ. ᘜᓍᓍᕲ ᘜᓰᖇᒪ.
Don’t say that. That’s gross.
As I look back, I see the four animatronics clamber into the two elevators, and to my left, I see another decommissioned S.T.A.F.F. bot, lying in a shattered heap on the floor.
“Cool…”
After arriving on the basement floor, I walk through the hallways. Nothing appears to be amiss. Maybe the chaos didn’t reach this level of the plex.
My hope, however, is soon dashed. Laying around many parts of the basement storage area are various endoskeleton body parts. Arms, legs, torsos, heads, nuts, bolts, wires, seeing all of these things strewn about feed into the dread and curiosity about what exactly happened while I was out. Alongside all the damaged and broken parts, I could also see a moderate number of damaged, but in-tact, endoskeletons that showed evidence of brutish assault. Could Monty have done this?
kᘿᘿᕵ ᘻᓍᐺᓰᘉᘜ ᖴᓍᖇᘺᗩᖇᕲ
Fine.
As I continue skulking around the basement and seeing all the damage, I’m finally brought to what it wants me to see. Laying on the ground in a crumpled heap is it. Frankly, I wish I had a better name, but it keeps changing its name, so I’ve just settled on “it”.
“Why are you still in my head if that’s you on the ground?!”
Abruptly, a blur of white and pink fades into my vision, signifying Helpi’s decided to say hello. “When I told you that we are one and the same, that was a bit of a fib. We’re both the same thing in a way, but we’re also not connected to each other either. While it can roam about the physical world, I am confined to the digital realm, more specifically, I’m confined within the V.A.N.N.I. network,” explains Helpi. “In the meantime, you can let it sit around for a bit. It can wait a little before being able to move again. Now, can you pull out your costume? I have a few ideas on how to ‘improve’ it.”
“What are you talking about?” I ask.
“You’ll see… Please just let me look at it for a moment,” requests Helpi.
In spite of his unsatisfactory explanation, I oblige and walk to where I keep my costume. I pull it out of its drawer and hold it at eye level so that Helpi can get a good look at it. “Okay, now what?” I ask.
“Hmm… yup, I think I’ll go forward with this plan,” says Helpi. Again, I ask what he’s talking about. “Oh, the events of this morning just gave me a few ideas. Now, if you could put your rabbit mask on for a moment,” he requests.
“Sure,” I reply, “and speaking of what happened this morning, you’re gonna really need to pull some strings in order to get me to keep my job,” I mention as I put on the mask.
“Don’t worry, Vanny, that’s not a problem,” Helpi replies. “Now, stay calm, this won’t hurt a bit.”
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