Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase in

A Fazbear Fright Pt. 1

Percy tapped his foot impatiently as the animatronics replayed the song once more. The children around him jumped and clapped with excitement.

He was far less enthusiastic.

"Anna," he whispered under his breath. "How much longer?" He felt her fingers intertwine with his own beside him.

"We've been here for an hour, I'm sure he won't be much longer," she whispered back.

"Valdez," he said through gritted teeth. Leo briefly turned his head from the purple bunny and mouthed 'one more minute'. Percy sighed. The three knew the son of Hephaestus was excited to check out the animatronics.

Maybe to see how they rivaled his own, he thought. His mind wandered back to his experience in the tunnel of love, on his first quest, when he and Annabeth had been attacked by dozens of tiny robotic spiders. 'I like these one's better,' he decided to himself.

Leo and Calypso had invited he and Annabeth on a 'double date' to Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, the most prestigious pizza restaurant for all ages. Leo had mentioned rockstar robot animals, and that was enough to peak his interest and come along. Sure, it was amusing to watch the first time, but after listening to the same four songs some thirty odd times, the excitement had understandably worn.

Also, he could swear the bear kept looking at him, flicking its eyes to meet his every couple of songs. He wasn't scared - he had been through too much to be scared by a robot teddy bear - but it was still a little disturbing.

"I have to go to the bathroom," Percy mumbled as he stood from his seat at the table. Annabeth spoke something inaudible as she bit into her eighth slice of pizza. He tapped a disgruntled looking staff member on the shoulder, and he jumped.

"What?!" he asked, a hand to his chest. Percy raised an eyebrow. The man was shaking.

He was sickly pale, with blue eyes that were bloodshot from a lack of sleep, and he looked like he'd seen a ghost. He had a messily scribbled name tag stuck to his shirt. Percy could just make out his name.

"Okay, uh, Mike… could you point me to the restrooms?" He pointed to a door clearly marked with 'Restrooms', with male and female symbols underneath.

"Oh, sorry. Tha-"

"Be careful," he said, grabbing Percy's sleeve. "If you see anything weird at all, in a reflection, a picture, anything, don't turn around. Anything out of place, don't turn around, don't look away, you understand?"

"Are you okay?" Percy asked, pulling the man off him. 'He's deranged,' Percy thought. The man nodded his head, as if confirming the idea.

"I will be soon. Soon, I'll destroy them," he waved his hand at the singing animals. "Tonight, I'm coming early. Oh, it'll be over… all over. No more night shift, no more cameras! NO MORE BLOODY DOORS!" The last part came out as an animalistic roar and the pizzeria went quiet. People stared.

Mike then turned and ran straight out the door.

As Percy turned around to Annabeth, he swore he saw the curtain at pirate cove shift. The three animatronics were staring intently at the entrance to the pizzaria. Then they snapped back into action like they never stopped. Soon, the attention was diverted back to them.

When Annabeth met his eyes, he simply shrugged and motioned to the restrooms.

Percy bent over the bathroom sink as he splashed water onto his face. His pours absorbed the liquid, giving him strength. There was something wrong with this place, he could feel it.

"Please leave," said a young voice. He turned, but there was no-one in there with him. He turned back to the mirror, and what he saw made his breath catch in his throat. There was a boy standing right behind him, covered in blood. He went to turn again.

"Don't turn around!" The boy screamed, and he halted. "Don't take your eyes off the mirror, like Mike said."

"Who… what happened to you?" Percy asked. The boy's clothes was encrusted with dry blood, his eyes were dripping deep red tears and mucus ran from his nose to his chin. He felt his heart beat faster in his chest.

"I'm Freddy," the boy said.

"What happened to you, Freddy? Why can't I turn-"

"No, you don't understand! I AM Freddy!" The boy screamed. "I'm the bear!" Freddy was shaking, tears of blood flowing from his eyes. He started to walk closer.

"Please leave. You need to leave right now, or you will become like… me."

"What do you mean like you? The bear is on stage." Freddy was right behind him now, and touched his wrist. Percy felt the young boy's touch. It was cold and hard. Like fear. Like death. Like… like…

'Metal?!' Percy realised. He turned with a sudden movement, and Freddy screamed. But it was too late.

The huge yellow hand gripped his wrist like a vice, and Percy yelled out as he was thrown against a urinal. His spine cracked against the ceramic. His skull shattered against the wall. His wrist was snapped from the pressure of the steel grip. He slumped down to the floor.

Percy Jackson turned himself over, and looked into the empty eye sockets of his assailant. A ghastly bear, not unlike the one singing up on stage at that moment, except for the fact that it was a grubby yellow color.

As he slipped into unconsciousness, his head turned to the mirror. The boy had his face seemingly squished against the mirror from the other side. But he had changed. Gone was the blood riddled boy from before. Now he wore a golden suit, with a deep blue tie and a small top hat sitting atop his head, defying the laws of gravity. He had strands of golden blonde hair poking out from underneath it. The only unnerving thing about him were his eyes.

They were black, hollow pits in his head that engulfed the space where his eye sockets should have been. A tear of blood dripped from his right eye, and onto his newly cleaned face.

"I'm sorry." the young boy said.

Then Percy fell into darkness.