Hannibal was on the run. The FBI were on his trail and they were closing in. A couple of agents were constantly parked outside of his office and his home. He was being interviewed every week. He wanted out. The night he left he lured the guards into his home and chocked one to death and slit the throat of the other. He packed light so he could move fast; only bringing one of his suits, two knifes, a lock pick, his tablet, and a casual shirt and a pair of blue jeans he stole off one of the guards. That was a week ago.

Over the week the car he stole from the agents broke down so he traveled on foot. Sometimes a trucker or unsuspecting couple would give him a ride (Or a free meal if he found them to be rude). When asked where he was headed he would simply tell them "Up North." By the end of the week he was in New Jersey, what town he didn't know. He was out of cash and had a few more states before he would be in Canada. So he decided that later that night he would rob one of the stores.

Once he walked around the neighborhood of the small town and talked to some of the locals he found the perfect target:

Freddy Fazbear's Pizza.

Surveying the place for security he noticed that there wasn't much. Only ten cameras or so, with only one security room on the end. It was a fairly cheap pizzeria. He doubted that there would be anything to really protect except the mascots. Speaking of the mascots, Hannibal felt a little uneasy looking at them.

Breaking in was much harder than what he had anticipated. The front doors and windows had metal gates, padlocks, combination locks, and chains. When looking closer Hannibal could see that the door and window locked from the outside. Hannibal wanted to get in and get out quick. He had many targets that he could go after but it seemed like a Pizza place would be the quickest option.

After another scope around the structure he found a side door with a simple lock on it. (Nothing Hannibal's lock picking skills couldn't handle.) Entering he found himself in what he assumed was a dressing room of some kind.

Heading down the hallway, Hannibal found himself outside of the security room. When looking in he could see the security guard. It was a young looking man at first sight, but upon closer observation he saw dark bags under his eyes as if he hadn't slept in a week. His uniform was composed of a blue shirt, blue jeans, and a black tie. The name tag on his shirt had 'William' on it. William was looking at a tablet in his lap while mindlessly reaching into his pocket for a bottle of migraine pills.

Hannibal moved stealthily but quickly. He sneaked behind William and held a hunting knife to his throat while pulling his left arm behind his back. Will dropped the tablet on his chair. He struggled to get out of his hold, but it was no use. Being this close, Hannibal allowed himself to sniff Will. His beautiful natural scent was hidden a wave of offensive and cheap cologne. It probably had a tiny ship on the bottle.

"You need to leave now!", Will said while struggling in Hannibal's grasp.

"I'm not planning to kill you. I merely want whatever money you have."

"I don't have any money! The owners take the money out of here every night!"

That was not the answer Hannibal wanted. Hannibal pressed the knife closer to Will's throat.

"Please, go away! I need this job and I won't keep it if your dead!"

Hannibal smirked. "Do you really think you could kill me in your position?"

"No, not me. Them.", Will moved his eyes to the tablet that he had been checking when Hannibal first saw him.

Hannibal picked up the tablet, his knife never leaving Will's throat. The screen showed three mascots; A chicken wearing a bib that said 'let's eat', a rabbit wearing a bow tie, and a bear with a large smile. They were all standing next to each other looking in the general direction of where the audience would sit. The camera itself must have been quite old because the picture had static.

"I don't see anyone. Do you?", Hannibal asked rhetorically.

"They're right there!", Hannibal could hear the fear in his voice.

"Do you really expect me to believe that those children's mascots can kill a human?"

"It's true! The guy who was here before me died from one of those things!"

Obviously William was in need of some sleep. Killer robot animals? Hannibal should kill him for thinking that he would be that ignorant. Then when the owners come in they would think the bear or duck did it. Suddenly his thoughts were interrupted when the phone rang. Not loosening his grip on Will, he turned his attention to phone as he waited for it to turn to the voice mail. A man spoke to Will, congratulating him for lasting so long. Everything sounded like what one would normally hear when first starting on a job.

Until the music started to play.

The song "Toreador", sounding similar to a music box, played. The man who sounded joyful in the message at first was now begging for his life. It became harder to hear him as the music got louder. Then there was silence. A shriek was the last thing both men heard before the message ended.

"I'm not sure if I'm here to keep people like you out... or keep monsters like them in.", Will said. If only he knew what kind of monster he had in the room with him.

"I doubt that even that message would change your mind. The safe is in a room connected to the kitchen. Good luck.", Will handed Hannibal the keys to the place. Hannibal took them and walked out of the room. The hallway was dimly lit, it had an eerie feel to it that put Hannibal a little on edge. The duck turned from staring at the camera to Hannibal. It opened it's mouth revealing it's pairs of teeth; one large set of obviously fake teeth and one smaller, more realistic looking teeth farther back in it's mouth.

He sprinted down the hall, feeling the duck's eyes piercing through the back of his skull. Swiftly turning around he slammed the door button. He leaned his back against the door while holding his chest.

"William... do you want to die?!", Hannibal panted while trying to catch his breath.

Will refrained from making eye contact. He watched the mascots on the tablet. Looking over Will's shoulder he saw the curtain to Pirate Cove open. A horrible fox like creature peered from the inside. Hannibal was mildly disturbed when he thought about how these things could come to life or why they would be after them.

He suddenly heard footsteps outside of the room. They were fast and loud. Before the footsteps got near the room, he slammed his fist on the door button. There was loud banging on the door, then silence. Will barely batted an eye. Hannibal took a moment to compose himself.

"I can assume so if you work in such conditions where it is certain you will."

"I don't have a choice. I couldn't find a job anywhere else."

"I assume that you make a large amount of money every night? No sane person would except the terms especially after knowing what fate could await them before morning."

"Actually I only make one hundred and twenty dollars and that's at the end of the week."

"You can't be serious.", Hannibal said in disbelief.

"I am. The Pizzeria isn't don't well due to bad press. So they had to cut a lot of corners."

"Why don't you quit?"

"Even if I wanted to quit I couldn't. I'm under contract.", Will said as he handed the piece of paper to Hannibal.

The contract was pretty clear. Will had to work for five nights here before he could quit. If he quit before then the owners would not pay him for his services.

Will told Hannibal how he ended up here. Will was a convicted felon. During his days working with the FBI he contracted a disease that greatly affected his mental health. It made his nightmares mixed with his reality in a very toxic way. One afternoon during a raid Will murdered the suspect that the FBI were investigating for possible murder. Will payed his dues, despite the suspect being a possible serial killer, he hoped that he could rebuild something of a life for himself. He found a run down but still livable apartment on the edge of town. The woman who owns them pitied Will, especially after hearing about his past, so she gave him an apartment in exchange for helping improve the state of the apartments.

"It's sad but considering the circumstances I'm doing better right now then I have since I was released. I'll never live a normal life."

"Certainly not with that attitude."

The clock said it was six am.

"Lived to die another night.", Will said darkly.

Hannibal looked in his eyes. He saw a mix of relief but also sadness and something else he couldn't quite place.

I might do another chapter. I don't know.