I arrived early at Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, around 11:55. The other guard whose shift was before mine looked relieved to be replaced. He offered me "good luck" before rushing to his car and promptly leaving the place. I looked the building over a bit before entering. It seemed cold and unforgiving, as if something dark lurked over it. I was, of course, acquainted with the "events" which had happened at the pizzeria over the years. Everyone knew of the infamous "Bite of '87" and the five children who went missing in the pizzeria. You might ask why I would choose to take the 12-6am shift at such a place, but I need the cash and there's nowhere else I can go.

Taking a deep breath, I opened the door to the Pizzeria and took a quick look around. I proceeded to the Dining Area and looked towards the stage. The animatronics stood on the stage, Freddy, Bonnie and Chica. They were eerily motionless, considering their almost constant state of motion during the working hours. They started to freak me out a bit so I hurried on towards the Office, I could've sworn I saw one of the animatronics twitch as I left.

I entered the Office and took in my surroundings for the next six hours. There was a desk on which sat several monitors, a fan and other assorted devices. On the wall behind the desk was a poster picturing the animatronics and several drawings done by children. The doorways to the two halls both consisted of doors which looked quite heavy-duty, quite heavy-duty for a security office in a pizzeria I might add. This struck me as strange, but considering rumours I've heard about the pizzeria at night, it might not be such a bad thing to have them there.

I got settled into the chair which had been left vacant and pulled up to the desk, turning on the monitors and taking a quick look through each of the different cameras. Freddy, Bonnie and Chica were all still on stage and the curtains around Pirate's Cove were closed. I relaxed into the chair before I noticed that the phone had a stored message. I clicked the play button and was relieved to find that a previous nightguard had left some instructions and hints. Some of what he said was quite disturbing, especially the part about being "forcefully stuffed into a Freddy Fazbear suit." I did not like the sound of that at all. I checked the monitors again, Freddy and Bonnie were still on stage, but Chica had moved off!

"What the hell? Where's Chica gone?"

I frantically changed through the cameras until I found Chica outside the Restrooms. She was standing in place looking at the camera, as if I'd caught her in the act.

"What are you doing there, Chica?"

It almost seemed like she'd heard me, as she turned towards the camera and stared more intently at it. The camera suddenly blanked to static and I hurriedly tried switching to different cameras, but they all seemed to be acting up.

After a few seconds they returned to normal and when I checked the stage again, Bonnie had left as well. I searched around and found him in the backstage area. Not wanting a repeat of last time, I went to check up on Chica again. She had moved from the Restrooms during the static and seemed to be making her way towards the Office, which was beginning to make me nervous.

I began to feel strangely sleepy and couldn't stop myself from closing my eyes.

I must've slept for an hour before I woke suddenly by a rustling sound, like something was moving closer. Cursing myself for falling asleep, I worriedly checked the cameras, Bonnie was still in the backstage area. But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't find Chica, she was not on any of the cameras. I turned the right hallway light on and almost fell out of my seat.

Chica was standing there, looking through the window from the hallway. At first I thought she was just staring into the room, but she was in fact, staring at me, not blinking.

I quickly shut the right door, but she still stood there. Her mouth was gaping open and she began to emit a low gurgling moan. I could just make out some words, help...me...

"Help me?"

I decided to get a closer look at the animatronic while the door separated us. Her head followed my movement and her eyes never left mine nor blinked. As I got closer, her moan increased to a threatening growl. For about a minute I stood there, just glass separating me from Chica. I took this moment to look at her while she was active. Her suit was quite dirty, but seemed largely bereft of the major tears and large-scale disrepair of Foxy, whom I'd had a quick view of during my orientation before my first shift.

As I examined her, I noticed that she began to twitch, her arms clenched and relaxed and her beak started opening and closing with a sharp clacking sound.

She suddenly hit the glass quite forcefully which caused me to jump back in fright. Her growling ceased and what seemed like a deep, grating, mechanical laugh replaced it. Great, an animatronic was laughing at me.

I approached the window again, but instead of growling, Chica seemed to be silently looking at me with a sort of expectant curiosity, as if she was waiting for me to retaliate.

I remembered the words she had seemed to speak before and repeated them to her, "Help you?" I asked.

Chica seemed a bit startled by what I said, but she seemed to come to a decision and, quite remarkably given the circumstances, she began a low content humming sound. She beckoned for me to open the door and follow her, although I knew not where.

I don't know what made me agree to follow her, but I took a last look at the monitors. Freddy was on stage, Foxy was behind his curtain and Bonnie was still backstage.

I cautiously opened the door and poked my head out. Chica was standing there, but she made no move to attack me. Instead she continued humming, and waited for me to follow.

"Aw what the hell," I said and stepped into the hallway. Chica seemed happy that I had followed her indications and turned to walk back down the hall.

I slowly put one foot forward and began to follow, still expecting her to suddenly turn around and attack me. However, I was intrigued as to where she was taking me, which didn't take long for me to find out, for her destination was only just up the hall.

She took me into the kitchen, the camera for which I'd found out was audio only. Hence this was my first proper look around the room. It was pretty much how I'd imagined it, the same black and white tile pattern as the other places in the pizzeria, numerous ovens, cooking utensils and preparation tables, as well as storage facilities for food.

Judging by Chica's indications, she was wanting me to help her cook something. I couldn't really understand what she was saying and my attempts at telling her so were only making her increasingly frustrated.

Chica halted herself and seemed to take a breath before trying again. This time, instead of pointing to other objects, she began pointing to herself and attempting to speak, making the same gurgling moaning sounds she made when she spoke earlier.

im...pos...er

Chica was struggling to say a particular word. When I didn't respond, she attempted to repeat it, while touching her finger to her head.

im...post...er

This time I understood her, "imposter?"

She nodded, then pointed to her chest.

Chi...ld.

"Child?" again she nodded. She turned to leave the kitchen and indicated for me to follow. She took me back towards the office. When we reached the end of the hallway, she pointed to a newspaper article attached to the wall.

The newspaper detailed the disappearance of five children, believed to have been lured into the pizzeria and then murdered, with the bodies never being found.

I started connecting the dots in my head.

Now I fully realised what Chica was trying to tell me.

"There's an imposter inside your head, and the spirit of the child lives on in you?"

Chica nodded again.

"Both lead you to do what you don't want to do?"

Another nod.

I was dumbstruck.

"What do you want me to do?"

Chica pointed to herself while struggling to speak again.

Co...ok...with...me.

"Cook with you?"

She nodded once again.

"Alright I guess, but I'm not a good chef," I joked.

The humour seemed to be lost on Chica who proceeded to head back to the kitchen. This time I followed a bit more at ease.

It seemed that what Chica had been wanting me to do earlier was to bake some cupcakes with her. Initially I was sceptical of how this would help her predicament, as well as mine, but it eventually became clear to me.

With my purpose in mind, I set to baking these cupcakes with Chica. If someone had come in at that time, it would've been a bit weird to explain to them what was going on. I imagine it would've been a bit funny seeing a human and an animatronic working together, baking cupcakes.

Finally the cupcakes were done after half an hour and I looked over to Chica, who had frozen in place. I was paralysed in fear with what was happening to her. A black mist was leaking out of her eyes and gaping mouth, and she was shaking all over. Her eyes had gone pure black, with small white pinprick pupils. I didn't know what to do and I could barely move my body.

After a minute the black mist seemed to dissipate and Chica stood there for a few seconds. Just as I was about to check on her, she jerked back to life, lifting her hand up. She seemed to be examining herself, as if she was a stranger to herself. She saw me and gave me what I think is her equivalent of a smile, a slight droop in her eyelids and a slight opening of her mouth.

She spoke, her voice much clearer, "Thank you."

"Um, no problem," I stammered back.

She continued to examine herself, and took a few experimental movements, like she was learning to walk anew.

I timidly interjected in her examinations to ask her, "So what now?"

She looked at me like the answer was obvious, "We help the others. Bonnie, Freddy and Foxy."

"I was afraid you'd say that."