Redtail pushed through the two large glass doors of the food joint, the lights dim and not as colorful as when he had been here during the day. His ears swiveled around as he carefully allowed his gaze to sweep over the building. Redtail turned around, hearing a small cough behind him to bring him out of his daydream of the daytime. He focused his gaze on the cat behind him, a white and black cat staring at him. The owner? Manufacturer maybe? Who would stay here after hours unless it was for reasons like this? Redtail, confused as he was about this cat looking neither like any high rank nor a manufacturer of the place dipped his head, sticking out his paw to shake hands with Redtail. Redtail felt confused but stuck his hand out anyways. The place gave him an eerie feeling, one that smelled like death and fear, a nighttime scent from the smell of it. After a firm shake, the cat introduced himself. "I'm Bone." Redtail nodded. "Redtail. Redtail Thunder." Redtail inspected Bone closer. He had an odd name, as far as he knew all the residents of Forest-Lake City had two-word names. But on top of that there as his wardrobe choices. A rainbow-colored collar, decorated with different dog teeth and cat claws and so many other sharp weaponry that made Redtail take a step back, suddenly distrusting of the cat. But he followed him to the office. "The interview has already been done over the phone, all that's left is your office and hours. I'm glad you took this job, sir. Not many have decided to take it since the Slash of '87. Don't worry 'bout it, that's forever ago not today!They're fine, your fine!" Bone explained, tail lashing. Finally they reached the end of the long hall, and Redtail poked his head inside. "This is where I work?" He asked, looking at a dreary office clearly older than the animatronics there. Cobwebs lined the place, and it smelled of death and fear, bloody scenes that made him flatten his ears in horror. He pushed it away, removing the headache that was a-knocking at his brain's door, and he turned around. "Do I have to clean it up?" Bone shook his head. "No, but if you want to go right ahead. And if the scent is too overwhelming, don't fear. Just because all of our guys di-uh, quit doesn't mean anything bad will happen to you! It's almost time for your first shift, have fuuun~" He left, as if in a hurry to get out suddenly. Redtail sighed and sat down, adjust the leather spinning chair to his comfort. He tilted the clock his way.
12:00.
Redtail sighed and sat down, almost falling on his face and onto the dusty floor when the phone rang. WHO CALLS A CLOSED PIZZERIA'S NIGHT WATCH NUMBER AT 12:00 FREAKING AM!? He screeched in his head, punching the speaker button with frustration and then cleaning up a bit. But as the phone continued talking, more of his questions were answered- some he hadnt real thought of until then, and some answers not what his heart was looking for, his ears flattening.
Finally the call was over, and he was practically shaking out of his skeleton. It was 3 now, the animatronics would be coming soon. Would they really kill him? These cats seemingly so nice in the day? The Slash of '87... No wonder they had ran past Riverclan Stage, and his parents had had mixed feelings about him getting a job here. He shuddered. Would he survive the night? He hoped so, and began tapping around on cameras, fur bristling and eyes wide in fear and suspense. It was 4:00, and just like that the camera went black, thumping noises filling his ears as they rumbled from the speakers. Stepping noises. "Shit!" he managed to squeak out, fear flooding him all over again. He checked the camera again, noticing it's normality again. His ears flattened. Tigerstar had left the stage, the black-furred cat animatronic, Scourge his name was, and Mapleshade were still there. He flicked through screens until coming across the cat. Jumping at the cat'scold, dead eyes glaring into the camera with a air of hatred not there before. "T-Tigerstar...?" He murmured, remembering how the cats had entertained him in the old days, especially Tigerstar. He felt tears forming. It was like an old friend cutting open your throat in a battle of life and death. "P-Please don't do this..." His voice retreated deeper into his throat, a whisper now. His fingers tapped the back of the tablet, and he turned back to the stage, shaking in dry sobs mostly silent and in the terror that had engulfed the dark night. R-Rain, Rain, G-Go Aw-awa-Shit.
Mapleshade was gone.
"Ah, shit! Why don't we just get Scourge in the fucking party?" He screamed, his afraid voice now a roar of frustration. One was bad enough, but two? As he snapped himself back into the existence of the deadly androids, he realized that Mapleshade was in the party room, her shillouette all he could see as she pressed her metal whiskered face into his lens. Then she disappeared in a screen of black. He flicked to the Supply Closet, ready for what he saw. Tigerstar was hanging out among the cleaning supplies and few spare parts that had come in the box that were over the order's demands by accident. A spray bottle tipped over onto the tabby's face, clunking to the floor, and the screen went black. Though rage and fear engulfed him deeper into the black obis he already was in, he looked around for Mapleshade. She's not anywhere, not even at my doors... Wait, what was that? Pots and pans tumbling to the floor informed him of Maplseshade's location, a sigh escaping his throat. He turned to the West Hall and screamed. Tigerstar wasn't there, leaving him with only one option...
Shaking, he turned to the door. "Tigerstar? Remember me? Your best friend?" He flashed a smile as he looked at the metal brown tabby. His amber eyes were cold, and he whimpered in sadness and fear as betrayal crept up his throat like bile, closing the door on his former friend. "M-maybe they're programmed to do this?" He wondered aloud before noticing a certain something in the hallway was different. Mapleshade grinned, her white fangs shining in the darkness, he reached for the door, and there was sudden darkness. The doors released. He had failed to look even once at his power. Expecting for his once-friends to end the night already, he was met with a sudden ringing that lifted his heart. He raced outside as the sun rose above his head, his eyes grateful and teary. He met with the glass doors at once, pelting outside and not stopping until he finally reached his home. "STARCLAN'S SAVED MY ASS!" He yowled as he burst through the door, crashing onto his sofa with relief. "I live!" As he sat there, catching his breath, he was suddenly reminded of something.
He had another night ahead of him.
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