You stared phone in your hand nervously as you sniffed, preventing the mucus from running from your nose once more.
You took a deep breath as you hit the call button, the number having already been dialed in. You lifted the phone to your ear and waited tensely for an answer.
"Hello? This is Ron speaking." The familiar voice of your boss said into your ear. "H-hey boss," Your voice was rough, a result of the copious amounts of coughing and wheezing you had been doing. "I'm really sick and I don't think I can come to work today."
"Really? I was wondering when it would happen, the lack of sleep and stress can't be good for your immune system." He chuckled. "I'll see you tonight (Y/N)~" You held in a groan. How did you know this was going to happen?
"But I really can't go in today." You said. As if to prove your point you sneezed without warning. You sniffed and wiped your nose with a tissue. "All the better," He said happily, "You've been around far too long for my comfort anyways."
You would have glared at him if possible, sending you to your death for such an idiotic reason, why would he do such a thing?
"Come on, boss, are you really gonna make me go into work like this?" You asked, your tone almost begging.
"I'll even work the weekends, the weekends! Just please, don't make me go into work today." He chuckled darkly from the other side of the phone.
"I'll see you before your shift (Y/N), I expect you to be there." With those words he hung up, leaving you to stare at your phone.
That's it. You knew today was going to be your last day on earth. And how were you going to spend it? Sniffling into a tissue until it was time to go to your nightmare of a work-place. You sighed. What did you do to deserve this?
As if the universe wasn't satisfied with your suffering, you felt your stomach churn and a small burning sensation at the back of your throat. With one last thought of how much you hated your life, you bolted to the bathroom.
You pulled into the parking lot, your face pale and almost green in color. You opened the door of your shabby car and stepped out. You sighed as the world refused to stay still for you and you teetered on the spot.
Once again your mind flashed to how painful your death would be. They'd probably take their time stuffing you, scratch that, you knew they would. That 'free-roam mode' crap didn't fool you for a second. You knew those things were out for blood.
You sadly locked the door of your car, even though you probably wouldn't need to worry about it. Seeing as you'd be dead and all.
You turned to the pizzeria, wishing with all your heart that you could just get back in your car and drive away.
This stress really wasn't doing your sick exhausted body any good, as could be proved by the way you struggled to stay straight as you walked.
You took extra time to be careful, wanting to prolong your time outside of the hell-on-earth that was Freddy Fazbear's.
When you walked in the door you were greeted by a smiling face. It wasn't a happy smile mind you, it was one that screamed 'I enjoy the fact that I'm sending you to your death'.
The more you were around him, your boss that is, the more you doubted that this freak was even human. You gave him a tired wave, not really wanting to lift your hand to greet the man.
"Oh, (Y/N)," He said with a sly smirk, "You look absolutely terrible today. It must be worse than I thought." You gave him a half-hearted glare. "But I still have to work, right?" You asked, already knowing the answer.
"You're so smart~" He cooed, never once moving from where he stood. "You should probably get yourself situated, it's going to be a hard night for you." He chuckled lightly at the statement. "I left a bucket in there for you, in case you needed to puke."
Almost like he has a heart, you thought bitterly to yourself. You walked to your office slowly, stumbling as you walked.
You knew that this was either going to be your longest, or shortest night ever. And either way, you weren't looking forward to the end.
You gripped the tablet tightly with sweaty hands as the clock struck twelve. Your mind briefly flashed to Cinderella, but only instead of turning back to normal, there were going to be four blood thirsty machines, mechanical hearts set on seeing you dead. What fun.
They never showed any mercy anymore, never played their little game that had made your survival so much easier. They'd just attack from witch ever way they could.
They'd make complex plans, they'd stand at your doors for hours on end, and they'd do everything in their power to make you drop your guard for even a second.
You took a deep breath as you tapped the show stage camera, Bonnie was already gone, no surprise there. You closed your eyes and tried to block out the sound of your loudly thumping heart and listen for the footsteps of the heavy metal bunny.
There were moments of nothing but silence, where the only thing you could hear was the sound of the buildings old fan trying to keep the building cool.
You long since unplugged the desk fan, it was the first thing you did when you found out how much power it was wasting.
It made the small room almost unbearably hot, but it was a small price to pay for that precious power that it would've otherwise been consuming.
There was a clank, quiet but definitely there. Your body tensed but you didn't press the button, he was too far away.
You held your eyes shut, trying to focus on your hearing, and that alone. There was another clank, signifying that he was getting closer. You hated how they'd seem to practice being silent, all so they could kill little-old you. It was almost flattering.
There was yet another clank, this one sending your hand flying to the door button. You felt your body give an odd, fearful, twitch as you heard the door scrape his large metallic fingers.
Even though it was only the robot's first move, it was already too much for you to handle, the world refused to stay still and there was a growing pain in your abdomen as black crept into the corners of your vision.
You took a shaky breath and glanced down at the screen. No one was there. You felt your heart practically stop at the site of an empty stage. It hadn't even been an hour and the big bear himself was already roaming the halls.
Without a second thought you lunged towards the open door, slamming the button as hard as you could. Within moments of the door being closed there was a loud banging on the left hallway door.
You flinched and glanced down at the power, it was draining fast. You didn't know what to do. Your mind was slowed from sickness and the never ending shaking of your body did nothing to help.
Scared tears bubbled in the corners of your eyes as you heard the robots on either door side. There wasn't any banging on the door, but you knew Foxy was still there.
The patterns that you had learned when you started were useless now. They forsook them long ago in favor of more unpredictable ways to blind side you. You leaned back against the chair, shutting you eyes and calming your ever beating heart the best you could.
You glanced down at the tablet, and tapped the right hall corner. Freddy was there, but unlike on other days he was fully in the light, staring up at the camera with a horrifying, smug, grin.
Your eyes widened at the sight as you let out a high-pitched squeak. He did something! What did he do! You flicked through the cameras franticly as the thoughts ran through you mind on repeat. Your eyes surfed the small static filled screen, searching for anything out of place.
That's when you heard it. A little girl's laugh. You froze in your spot, not daring to even so much as blink. There was the deep slow laugh of Freddy from directly outside the door. What were they doing?
You glanced up quickly and then shoved the tablet into your face, hoping that it would get rid of the golden bear that sat on your floor.
Instead of disappearing he let out a deeper, more human sounding, laugh. You heard a door lift from the ground and instantly knew what was happening. B-but…he wasn't supposed to be able to touch things! Your thoughts raced but you didn't dare glance up from the tablet.
They were all moving slow, mocking you, playing with you in your last moments of life. You glanced up slightly from the tablet your head still locked in that direction. You instantly regretted it as you saw two large eyes, surrounded by brown matted fur, staring right back at you.