“Five Nights at Morrowseer’s”

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= Please note… =
This fanfiction is an AU; an alternate universe. Things will not align perfectly with the books. For one, dragons somewhat have technology, such as telephones, animatronics, cameras, etc. I ask that you don’t go to the comments and try to correct this, by saying things like “but dragons don’t have cameras!” I included technology for a reason to help the story. With this being said, please read the content warning and enjoy!
= Chapter 1 =
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Starflight slowly regained conscience. He couldn’t move. He didn’t feel any bindings on him, so he assumed he was in a state of sleep paralysis. He kept his eyes closed, in case of any shadow demons, and tried hard to remember what had happened.
I was hunting… and I was about to go for the kill on a boar… but then something grabbed me and knocked me out… right? 
He tried moving his claws again. The feeling was slowly coming back to him. He waited, and then opened his eyes and sat up slowly. 
“Where… am I?” Starflight asked out loud. The scent of sulfur hung heavy in the air and the rough feel of stone was under his claws. There was barely any light at all, and he couldn’t see a thing.
  His eyes slowly adjusted, and revealed a shadow. It looked like a dragon. Starflight squinted and breathed a small flame. In the brief light, he was able to catch a glance of the dragon. She had a feminine, defined face. She was scrawny and wiry, but menacing at the same time. Her eyes were blue and she looked eerily like himself. 
Starflight cleared his throat. “Where am I?” he repeated.
The dragon’s shadow shifted and looked at him. “Your new job.”
“W-what? My new job?” 
“Yes.”
“Okay…? But where is my new job?”
The dragon snorted a small flame, revealing a “shut-up-and-stop-asking-questions” kind of annoyed look. “Morrowseer’s Family Diner.”
Starflight couldn’t help but gasp. “Morrowseer? He runs a family diner?” 
“Yes, why is that so surprising?”
“He never came off as a ‘family-friendly’ kind of guy…”
The female dragon’s shadow shifted again. “It’s been shut down for years now. That’s why we’re starving.”
“Then why do I need a job there?”
She went quiet for a moment. “To watch the animatronics,” she whispered.
“... is that all?”
“You’re overall the new security guard.”
Starflight couldn’t believe it. He was a security guard. He couldn’t do that! Tsunami had said it herself. He tended to overthink things. He was too nervous! If someone tried to steal something, he would probably just give it to them without a second thought. 
“Are you going to stand there, or are you going to get to work?” the dragon asked.
“Oh, um, yes. Could you tell me how to get there?” He asked. 
She groaned. “Fine. I’ll escort you.”
She moved forward and Starflight followed. It got much lighter as they walked forward. The dragon spread her wings and took off, and Starflight followed.
“So… what’s your name?” he asked, trying to make small talk.
“Feirceteeth.”
“Cool. I’m Starflight.”
“I know.”
Feirceteeth’s voice was so… bland. Every word sounded bored, every sound was monotone. There was no sign of any emotions, aside from the occasional hint of annoyance or anger. That fact somehow made the conversation more uncomfortable and awkward.
“Um… may I ask how the diner got shut down?” he asked, curious.
“Some dragonet died in there a couple of years back.”
Starflight’s eyes widened. “A dragonet died? In a family diner?” He asked, softly.
“What did I just say?”
“R-right, sorry.”
They flew in silence until their wings got tired and they landed on the ground near an apartment complex. 
“This is where your apartment will be,” she said. In front of the building was a dragon with a conspiracy board. 
“Who is that?” Starflight asked. The dragon whipped around and ran to him from the conspiracy board. 
“Good timing, kid! Come here! I figured out everything.”
“W-who are you?”
“I’m Matpat! Nice to meet you! Come listen, I need to show you!”
Starflight followed, and Feirceteeth mouthed, “you don’t know what you’re getting into!”
“Welcome to Diner Theory! And today we’re finding out the mystery behind the murder at Morrowseer’s!”
Matpat explained a lot of things that went into one of Starflight’s ears and out the other. All he really picked up was “what we thought was the Bite of ‘87 is actually the Bite of ‘83” and “a few other dragonets played a part in the death”, and something about a Orangutan mask? When he finally wrapped up, he shouted, “but, hey, that’s just a theory. A dInEr ThEoR–”
“You done yet?” Feirceteeth asked. She had an impatient scowl plastered on her face. Without waiting for an answer, she grabbed Starflight and took him into the building. “Moons, that guy talks forever about his little conspiracy theories.”
She helped him check in and gave him his keys. “Get some sleep, we’ll finish the journey tomorrow.”
Starflight knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep, though. The day had been too eventful. So instead, he just turned on a flashlight and read a scroll.
Author’s note: HAHA YES MATPAT CAMEO THAT I RANDOMLY ADDED!
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