Introduction to my Crapfest of a Life
(A.K.A. Prologue)
The night had been a literal nightmare, Balloon Boy was constantly crawling up the vent and had almost got my flashlight off of my table multiple times. Original Bonnie was constantly peeking out in the hallway, and Foxy was always right behind him, and even worse, Mangle constantly doused my headache with her gasoline of crappy static that filled the building for about two rooms around, and when she was in the same room? Migraine incoming!
I was fed up. Completely fed up. I was ready to just throw my desk fan at the next dumb animatronic that showed its face in my hallway. Maybe throw it instead at BB the next time I see him in the vent. I swear I am bringing a shotgun next time I come here.
Why do I keep coming back? I don't even know anymore. Pay? Bah! What pay? I could earn more money if I wandered around the streets looking for coins people dropped. Everybody cheer for minimum wage!
I guess I'm here for thrill. Plus, this is the closest that I can come to being in a movie. Supernatural stuff is a popular genre, and now I'm living it. Although sometimes, I feel like I'm insane for coming back here.
Do they actually kill me? Am I underestimating them now that I know their patterns and they haven't killed me yet?
The closest I've come to death is Balloon Boy laughing in my face and throwing my precious flashlight into the perilous hallway until the time hit 6:00 and I simply drew some messages on his face with a marker and punched him in the face multiple times. I knew it wouldn't do anything, but it sure made me feel better when I began my long walk home. Of course, he probably would become that much more aggressive the next night.
...But it was worth it.