Thirty-Second: FGOD Story: Error drops into Fnaf, becoming a human. He is given a job as a nightguard and meets the old age Purple Guy (Is aggressively purple), Phone Guy (Has a literal phone for head), Mike Schimdt (bite victim), Fritz (Eats junk food), and Jeremy Fitzgerald (If anxiety was a person and also has only '?' or '!' on his 'face')

Error was confused. That was an understatement. He was very confused. He dropped into a strange surface world, and found a job at a strange place. A pizzeria of all things. What even is pizza?

Error sighs.

He's a night guard, whatever that means. He's just going to wait around for the other 'night guards' the boss said he'd work with. He only hopes they aren't too strange. Then again, Error wouldn't be surprised if they were really strange. That's typically how life treats him.

"Heyyyyy...." The sound of audible discomfort reaches Error's ears and he turns to gaze at someone.

"Are you the new guard? If so, I can lead you inside." Error blinks, before slowly nodding.

"I guess I am." Error only slightly pays attention to his lack of glitches, following the person.

"My name is Chris, though I also go by Crystal. I'm a they/them. You?"

"Error. He/Him, They/Them."

"Oh! That's really cool...uhm...if it's not too much to ask...why did your parents name you Error?"

"Cause I'm a dirty mistake." Chris breathes in sharply, leading Error through the pizzeria.

"Nobody is a mistake." Chris taps on the door, smiling.

"A warning, these guys are pretty...all over the place...you know?" Error tilts his head blinking as Chris opens their mouth.

"OPEN THE DOOR FUCKNUGGETS!"

"Have a good night, Error." Chris walks away just as the door opens and Error is pulled into the office space, the door slammed behind Error.

"Fuckin Chris I swear! WE'RE NOT FUCKNUGGETS!" Error looks the shouting one over.

"F-forgive M-mike. He's a-always this a-abrasive..." A quiet voice speaks, catching Error's attention.

"Nah...he's not strange to me." Error mutters a soft reply.

"I-i suppose i-introductions are i-in order! I-i'm Jeremy Fitzgerald! T-the shouting m-man is Michael Schmidt, though h-he goes b-by Mike!" Error looks at the first person again, noting his name and stats, doing the same with this Jeremy person in front of him.

"T-then there is Fritz...eating j-junk food a-all over m-my manga!" Error gazes at the guard in question.

Error nods in recognition, wincing when someone begins speaking as if through a phone. Jeremy smiles in understanding, sighing softly.

"Are you introducing the new guy? Have you even got his name yet?"

"I-i was g-getting to that..."

Jeremy gestures to the phone speaker, smiling.

'This i-is Phone Guy, also k-known as Scott." Jeremy turns to the final person, Error raising a brow.

"And t-this is Purple Guy, AKA Vincent."

'Purple' Guy waves, grinning.

"And who's the new guy?"

"Error. He/Him They/Them." Jeremy gasps.

"L-like Chris?! D-did Chris invite you in?"

"Yeah." Error turns away from the group, looking at the window and his reflection, blinking.

He manages to keep his cool, internally going off the rails.

I'm a human? Why do I look this way? Why didn't the guys question this? Do I look normal??? What the fu-

"Uhm..we have a generator!" The sound of Fritz breaks Error's thought train.

"Yeah, duh! Nothing to worry about. The animatronics move, but when has that ever been a problem? Just cuss them out and they behave like kids!"

"M-mike, stop being so r-rude!"

"I wanna learn more about our new friend Error."

"While you all dick around, I'll keep an eye on the power and the animatronics. Like we're supposed to do." Error jolts as the grape walks over.

"Vincent, as you know. I'm curious. What's up with you, buddy?" Error stutters away from Vincent, thankful for his reaction speed.

"Nothing is 'up' with me, Vincent. What about you?" Error doesn't notice the shiver that runs through every other person except him and Vincent, the others including Scott watching the mini confrontation that goes down. Error feels the reflexive motion to reach up and tie everyone up, but resists the urge, watching as Vincent slowly holds his hands up, grinning creepily.

"Damn, you freakin out or somethin? Just curious to get to know you, pal. Why the gray skin? Why the tear marks? Are you a ghost?" Error remains in a position reminiscent of his many fights.

"I assure you, I'm very real." Error's voice is clipped and cold. A knock at the door sounds, Error flicking his gaze over to see a robot standing in the window.

"Huh.." Error mutters, the other guards all looking at the robot, fear and tension present across all but Vincent and Mike.

"Someone wanna explain this uh...situation?" Vincent and Mike both look at Error, slight confusion and intrigue on both their faces as Error continues.

"Cause the robot bunny over there is shining with a soul...and uh...I don't think it's supposed to do that."

"You can see souls?"

"You don't know what an animatronic is?" Vincent and Mike speak at the same time, Error tilting his head, and flitting his gaze back to the bunny, who seems strangely surprised too.

"Not really. And yeah, I can see souls. You guys can't?" Error curses himself internally.

He knows they can't. Humans can't see souls. But he still asked that. Why?

"No."

"Yes." The silence after Vincent's response would put shame to the silence after Error revealed his grand purpose right before his death. All the other guards look between Error and Vincent, the two in an uneasy stillness that looks probably like both are relaxed to the untrained eye. But Error knows better. Vincent is smiling in a way that is begging to have a knife. Error's entire body is tensed, and somewhere deep below he's thankful for the baggy clothing hiding his body and his scars. Mike looks at the Bunny, humming softly.

"D'ya think they know what's going on?" Error flicks his gaze over to the bunny, blinking when he sees four souls hovering outside the door.

"There's four there now?"

"Oh, the entire crew! Why not celebrate?! Who's got a birthday?!" Mike practically shouts this, Error able to see the four in the suits flinching in response to Mike's abrasive tone. Error only slightly flinches, mostly ignoring the loudness of Mike's shout, slowly circling to sit beside Phone Guy, studying the camera.

"Oh. Hey. You're Error, yea?"

"Mhm."

"Never seen a camera before?"

"They're pretty rare where I came from." Phone Guy, AKA Scott, tilts his head, sending a strange gaze towards Error.

"That's pretty strange...are you sure? I mean, you can see souls of the animatronics, like Vincent, and you just...look and behave like a soldier in a war."

"How do you know what that's like?" Scott opens his mouth, before stopping, frowning slightly.

"It just...feels like you haven't relaxed once since arriving into this office. I mean, to be fair, killer animatronics-"

"They don't hold lethality for you guys." All the guards are startled by Error's quiet interruption of the Phoney man.

"What?"

"The souls outside the door. Sure, they all feel like they died a rather traumatic death...but they aren't seeking random killing. They're trying to kill one person."

"Who?"

"Their killer. All they really recall is that he was an 'employee' or whatever here."

"And how do you know this? Did they tell you?" Mike, as any rational being, asks sarcastically. Error's never done well with sarcastic questions, not even when...

Error shakes his head slightly, removing the train and smiling as he steps up to the door with the animatronic robot things.

"Yes. Well. Not directly no. But yes, they are the reason I know. Let's just say it's a little more complicated." Jeremy raises a brow.

"Not like a medium...? More like...??" Error sighs.

"More like a video game stat block. I can read some information in this stat block, and it's typically very accurate." Jeremy smiles slightly.

"Like power level?"

"Sure, I know how dangerous the person is, I also know most things that are important, like their current mood, their motives, stuff like that. It's 90% accurate for 99% of the people I've encountered."

"Oh? S-some people are less a-accurate?"

"Yeah, something like that." Error looks at the buttons, before waving to the other guards and pressing the door button.

"Lock it behind me, if you're scared." Error doesn't look over his shoulder as he walks right into the group of 9ft tall robot animals, the door slamming shut behind him as the four look down at him. He whistles, continuing a walk through the pizzeria, hands in his pockets.

"Thank Chris for the short tour. The entire place memorized already. Now to leave, find a way home, and get back to my-"

"Sir?" Error halts, turning to look at the one who said that, finding the yellow chicken stepping up to him.

"Oh, you can talk. Huh. That's not the strangest thing I've seen. I once saw a man swallow his own leg whole and poop it out. That was...not a fun week." The robots look between before the bear steps forward.

"Just...what are you? Because it sure as hell isn't human." Error's grin tilts slightly, the slant looking arguably more insane than any insane grin he's ever flashed.

"Funny a soul trapped in a robot is more perceptive than six humans...seven including the sleazy boss. Alright. You each get one question I'll answer as honestly as possible, starting there. I'm not a human. Probably not even from this multiverse." The four look between, the chicken stepping forward again.

"Are you okay? You...seem a little tense and scarred..."

"Truthfully, I'm not okay. But I don't matter. I gotta get back and do my job before the more important people perish."

"What's your name?"

"Ya were listening. My name is Error."

"...I can't think of a question lad."

"Eh, that's fine. I'm out of time anyways. See ya weird robot things later...and uh...the purple one they call Vincent is your killer." With that, Error opens a portal to his Anti-Void, kinda thankful to be back home where things make sense.

"Th4t w45 fucking w3ird." (That was fucking weird.)

(1865 words.

Hope you enjoyed. Be sure to check out some of my other books if you're new here, and uh...yeah...I felt like doing this kinda idea, so this happened, lol. Happy day/night/travels and toodooloo