Panting and breathing hard, looking around, knees weak palms are sweaty, and a convenient lack of any of moms spaghetti on his uniform, Mikes' eyes darted across the tablet desperately trying to find the elusive chicken.

"Where are you? Where can you be, you chicken?" Mike asked himself. He then switched over to the camera in the kitchen, which for some reason, only had an audio feed (which baffled Mike up to this day)and sure enough he could hear the sounds of clanging pots and pans through the tablets speakers.

"Maybe it's trying to make a midnight snack..." Mike chuckled to himself trying to keep things somewhat light-hearted, while wiping off some of the sweat on his forehead. Mike leaned back in his chair and looked at his tablet "5:50 and im at about 9% of energy left." Mike said to himself. Worried of an attack he decided to check the doors to be safe. Next to each door had two buttons "DOOR", and "LIGHT".

Mike pressed the light button very quickly trying to conserve power. The right side was safe and sound.

"That's good" He sighed. He then checked the left side's light and was met with Bonnie staring him down with a face that could give anyone nightmares.

"Oh shoot!" Mike exclaimed as he quickly pressed the door button, shutting the door almost dropping his tablet. Mike instantly had to check the right side again to be safe.

He immediately pressed the light button, and too was met with a chicken named Chica, looking at him through the window with it's mouth wide open and eyes that could stare into your soul.

"Oh crap!" He shouted pushing the door button so hard and fast he almost broke his finger let alone the button. With his heart starting to race again from his little breather he decided to check the tablet to see if they were still there, and to Mikes' dismay his energy was at 1% and the clock read 5:59am

"One percent?!" Mike shouted in confusion "I was just at nine percent earlier!" just as Mike huffed in frustration, the lights went out, and the doors lifted up, all with an ominous "Whhhhheeerrrrrrrr" in the background.

It now became quiet up to the point where Mike could hear his own heartbeat. After a few seconds a familar face Mike met on day one appeared in his left doorway. Two glowing eyes and the faint glow of a set of teeth below then appeared. Playing the familar jingle of the "Toreador Song" for a few seconds, and all Mike could do is just sit there playing "dead" to try and holdout till six o' clock. But to mikes dismay the somewhat cheery jingle stopped and along with it brought nothing but pitch black. Mike suddenly hearing metallic footsteps getting closer and closer then suddenly stopping gritted his teeth intensely and shut his eyes closed, on the verge of tears waiting for the inevitable. What seemed like an eternity waiting for his demise was suddenly inturrupted by the only thing that could save his live... The familiar ding-dong bell chime on his tablet signifying it was now 6am and that his shift was over (and that his life was saved by the bell). Laughing nervously mixed with relief and tears of joy, the "daytime" power turned back on providing some sense of safety as the one on the office with him seemingly vanished. Mike grabbing his tablet, hugged it like a little kid holding a teddy bear scared of the dark. After a while he got up, placed the tablet on the desk, and proceeded to leave the building for the next shift. As he unlocked the door for some staff coming in early he muttered to himself "I wish someone else would also take this stupid job so im not the only one here in this death-trap of a building..." Before being rudely interrupted by a speeding car...


So if you got this far be sure to let me know what I need to work on, or if I should keep going. This is my first actual story I'm trying, so yeah... Anyways you guys be chill!