It was 11:45 PM on a rainy Monday night. I was at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, dancing and singing along with the songs. Why not? I was here nearly every day. I should know them all by now. The hours had passed by. Who knew I had been here for hours? I sure didn't. The minutes passed as other kids began to leave with their parents.
11:58. I was still dancing around without a care in the world.
11:59. My favorite song came to a close.
Midnight.
The animatronics shut down. Freaking out a little, I ran into a corner of the dining room. I quietly hummed a song to myself, wondering when I would get out and start dancing again. The pizzeria opened at 6:00 in the morning. At about 12:15, I had to muffle a scream. Bonnie had simply walked off the stage. I was trying to convince myself that wasn't possible. But there were only two options for this situation. Either the animatronics were alive, or I was insane. Obviously, neither was very good. I curled up into a ball, fearing for my life. What would happen if they saw me? I was only 5. Far too young to die. I slowly got up and walked out, ducking under anything if possible. Of course, the doors were locked. I found the night guard and asked to come in. He replied,
"What are you doing here? How are you still alive?"
"I didn't realize it was closing. And of course I'm still alive."
He let me in, and explained everything. Apparently I could have been stuffed into some kind of suit. And thankfully, I wasn't insane. I helped him however I could with his job, then we parted ways when the clock struck six.
A/N:
Hi! Thanks for reading the prologue of my story! I'm sorry if that damaged your eyes or screen in any way. I'm only going into eighth grade. Anyway, I'll try to update this every Monday.
Thanks again for reading,
-Silver