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bakerstreet2014-08-16 04:52 pm
thatsocks) wrote in bakerstreet2014-08-16 04:52 pm
FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY'S MEME
During the day, it's a place of joy. But you aren't here during the day. Maybe you've desperate for a bit of cash, and ignored the ominous warning on the newspaper ad. Maybe you've eaten at the pizzaria since you were a child, and thought that taking up a job here can't possibly go wrong. Or maybe you're just playing the game under your bed covers at 2am.
Because seriously, who the fuck would work here for more than one day.
This is a meme based of the new horror game, Five Nights at Freddy's. As you would expect, this is a horror meme. Therefore, warnings for blood, gore, mutilation, and if you're really fucking scared of living dolls and the like you might want to think twice before posting here. A playthrough for the brave, and a small snippet for the faint of heart:
You've been hired as the night guard at a pizzaria called 'Freddy Fazbear's Pizza', and it seems that the animatronics seem to get a bit... quirky at night. On your first day, a phone recording from the previous guards starts to play, and it explains that you can't let the animatronics see you, or they will force you into an animatronic suit. And with all those wires and cogs in an animatronic suit? Yeah, that isn't going to end well.
Unfortunately, you can't just close the doors and pray to whatever deity you believe in. You've got limited power (you know, budget cuts) to make it through from 12am to 6am. Checking security cameras to see where each animatronic is, turning on the hallway lights outside your guardpost, closing the doors- all of these take up power. Use it all up? Black out, and you're left exposed. Good luck surviving that.
The guy on the phone is good at giving you tips, at least-- but these robots don't just seem to be... robots. They only move when you're not looking, and when you are looking, they have a tendency to look straight at the screen. (People who've seen Bonnie at Cam 5 will know how batshit terrifying this is.) And they seem to be... rather intelligent. Wait, did that one just talk?
There's 4 animatronics- Bonnie the purple bunny, Chica the chicken, Foxy the fox and Freddy the bear. Foxy's special, in the sense that it's got a whole area to itself and if you don't watch it enough, it will run down the fucking hallway. Freddy rarely leaves the stage... but he will if you run out of power. Oops.
You've got to balance limited power, limited view and trust that lady luck is on your side-- just to survive to 6am.
Good luck, sport.
Options:
1. FIRST DAY: You and your new co-worker take the job as night security. Maybe you're childhood friends, maybe you're strangers to each other. But when the phone recording starts playing and you both realize this isn't exactly what you two signed up for, you'd better start working together. Fast.
2. OVERTIME: Maybe you're a sucker for the paranormal or you seriously have a death wish, but you haven't quit the job yet. Quite the contrary, in fact. You're working doubly hard. Except tonight, it seems that they're getting more... lively. Hey, did the rabbit just speak--
3. FUCK THIS SHIT: Hell no are you staying cooped up in the guard room. You're going out of there. Maybe you're gonna investigate the back rooms, maybe you're going to find someplace else to hide, or maybe, if you're actually sane, you're going to try finding a way to escape. Still, is that a the music box theme song you hear nearby? Maybe leaving wasn't the best idea...
4. THEY GOT YOU: Uh oh. Well, they're here. Time to say your last words before you get brutally slaughtered by walking talking animatronics.
5. CHECK PIRATE COVE GODDAMMIT: Hiring more than one guard was a mistake, because in the heat of the moment, you're arguing over what to do. Maybe they want you to close the door, but you've only got 20% left and 3 hours to go. Maybe they want to look at another camera. In any case, try to settle this dispute fast, or something else is going to do it for you.
6. WHY IS IT DARK: Oops, out of power. Quick, play dead!
7. JUST PLAYING THE GAME: You're not actually stuck in a life-or-death situation. You're just playing it on your computer. It's still fucking terrifying, though.
8. YOU CAN'T CONTROL ME: Or make your own prompts!
1 mixed up with 3
"Hey, name's Jason Newsted." Dean offered out a hand to Sylar, and he made a quick note to check the clock on the wall. It was 12:55 and there was a wee bit of time there for introductions and a plan. "I also have a plan that's going to avoid us getting stuffed into one of those robot suits. And, from I heard the outcome ain't exactly something neither of us will walk out from."
As he yammers on, Dean's checking out the security booth as he starts to formulate a plan. There's just no way he's going to just sit there waiting to be manhandled by a bunch of creepy robots.
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The phone call from some disgruntled employee had not left Sylar all that perturbed. All it made him want to do was sit back and watch the ability in action. From his point of view, 'hauntings' had a very peculiar and explainable cause behind them...namely? It was a person with an ability.
An ability he wanted for himself.
So, he shook this Jason's hand without any reluctance and offered a new name himself. He was forever putting on names. And there was a reason for that. He wanted to be anyone other than himself. "Luke Campbell." Well. Why not? He was the Boy Who Lived. Shame. He could have used that kid's ability to keep his coffee warm. Alas. Sylar's eyes settled back on the monitors.
"So you believe that people are actually dying for taking the night shift? I just thought it was a hoax." He didn't, but he was testing waters.
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The key is to survive the night, and poke around the place to see why the security guards are dead. If this is, simply an urban myth, and not a real haunting Dean won't be happy but at least he'll have a little extra cash to piss away on beer and strippers during those long road trips.
Dean's eyes scan the room, as he takes in a deep breath he seems to be able to smell the scent of fear and piss that's been masked by the scent of bleach. As he lets go of Luke's hand, he points over towards the doors. "If you think inches thick steel doors are anything to go by, either this place gets broken into repeatedly by a bunch of punks. Ooor those are a bunch of demon possessed robots, and we're going to join the ranks of the security guards that got ganked on the first night."
"I was thinking maybe it might be best for us not to sit in here all night."
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Something caught him in the corner of his vision and he tilted his head subtly as he watched the curtain on the camera parked 'Pirate's Cove' wave ever so slightly. It was not the AC. That was off. The fan and the heat made that obvious.
"I guess that makes just as much sense as robots left on roaming." Standing up, Sylar came up only slightly taller than the other man. "So what do you suggest?" He couldn't hide his amusement. "Should we split up?" It was either that or 'Jason' was going to get himself killed when Sylar found the cause of the robotic possession and cut his or her skull open.
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He glances over towards the stage area where the three robots are still camped out for now. It must be way too early for them to start stretching their legs.
"What makes you think this cheep son-of'a bitch can afford new robots if he can't pay his fucking electric bill?" Dean points out, and the fact they won't know how much juice is left making Dean not want to stick around for long. The plan not to stick around sounds like an idea, as he goes to shuffle around the office for an extra flashlight. "They could always go with the guy in a bear suit route. But those don't tend to be much saner either."
Spitting up, sure there's more of them, but Dean's sure Luke can overpower one of those robot things. "Yeah, now just..." He looks at the cameras as he continues to see if he can find a flashlight. "We'll just use this place to meet up, and if you run into trouble. Screaming works."
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Once Dean found another flashlight, Sylar took it and slipped it into his back pocket. He had no intention of screaming if he ran into trouble. It was usually the other guy that did the screaming.
Though that curtain...it moved again. It had been fully closed, Sylar was sure of that. He frowned and then turned on his heels, deciding to head right to Pirate's Cove.
"Good luck." 'Jason' was going to need it. Especially if he got in the way.
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"Yeah, just like Scooby Doo and I get to bang Daphne." He stops talking for just a moment, as the sound of laughter and the clatter of pots can be heard. Dean points to one door.
"You go to the right, and I'll go to the left. Careful because the rabbit's already out for a walk."
The sounds are starting to get closer to the security booth, and Dean’s eyes don’t leave the camera for a moment. The last thing he wants to do is walk out the door and into the cold embrace of one of the robots.
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Too bad she'd lost it by the time he could get to her. Even worse that he'd killed Arthur rather than take all of his ill gotten powers first. He did try to be better but...
The Hunger was not something he could help.
And so, off he went, ignoring the way Jason still stood in front of the monitors or that he was now showing up on them. He hummed a little as he kicked some dropped litter from the floor and pushed his way into the kitchen. It was utterly dark but he didn't bother with the flash light. No need with Elle's power.
It was a good thing that the cameras in the kitchen didn't work...just the audio. "Huh," he could be overheard saying. "Didn't know ducks had two sets of teeth."