I am not a professional fanfic writer! I'm merely doing this out of boredom.
Just a heads up, this chapter is purely for immersion and has no graphic detail.

"Another day, another 3.35 an hour" I thought to myself. Today's drive to the Pizzeria felt especially eerie, what with the shockingly cold weather these past few weeks. I parked my car in an empty lot. Again. You'd have thought the company could have paid for their own parking area, but no, we had to settle with sharing it with an Arbys. I unlocked the front doors and headed on in.

There was something creepy about walking into a deserted place like this, I usually see a couple dozen children running around, tearing apart the mangle, aiming for the highest score in one of the arcades or rocking out with Freddy FazFuck and the other animatronic bastards that tried to stuff me in one of them suits. If they already had an endoskeleton in them, why would it need another? Why not an empty one so my eyes wouldn't be compressed out my damn skull? I walked to my office and sat down, preparing for the night ahead. I let the tape play for a little whilst I remotely wound up the puppet's little gear box. How they have the technology for me to do it from my little tablet but not have it automatic is far beyond me. Tape said only one thing that spiked my interest, Foxy would be active today. Something about that made me shudder, chills shot down my spine, to be distributed to the rest of my body.

He said I should flash him, and that would keep him at bay. I take it he meant with my torch and not pulling down my trousers and letting everything hang loose. It was only 3 minutes into my shift that I heard wind-like rustling. "Must be Bonnie fucking about, wondering why his guitar isn't making booming music. It was still quite creepy, so I prepared my Fazbear mask and torch. It was a further hour before anything else. I flashed the hallway, just as a precaution, and saw Foxy just standing there, glaring at me, feeling as though he is a bold eagle and I am but a humble hare. I wasted no time and flashed the fuck out of him. He eventually retreated. With my heart nearly beating out of my chest, I reluctantly sat back in my chair, feet up at my desk.

Not even 30 seconds later, I hear my vents. I don my mask in an instant, to deter whatever was in there away from me. I saw through the little eye holes that it was that creepy balloon child thing from the Game Zone. I didn't even know it was an animatronic, much less that it too wants to put me in a suit. Though considering I'm 2ft taller, he'd not be able to get very far. I take off my mask and rewind the music box.

I just begin daydreaming when all of a sudden, I burst awake by some loud shock. I nearly fell off my chair, it was like someone screaming into a microphone with the speakers connected to a megaphone placed directly in my ears. I orientated myself and checked everywhere on my tablet, I couldn't see a thing.

Once more, I shone my torch through the hall way, expecting to find a sprinting Foxy but I only saw Chica standing there, beakless as expected. I tried to flash her away but to no avail. A bit frightened, I was just about to put the mask back on when I heard that same shriek, I went to my tablet to inspect once more, but to my horror, I saw all the animatronics burst through the hallway in one big cluttering, like an angry mob. Even the old ones, all but toy Chica who was standing their in the hall way.

That was without a doubt the scariest thing I've ever seen. I looked up and saw Chica closer, I frantically flashed but she didn't budge. Then, I looked past her, and saw the swarm of animatronics, clanging and cluttering, they charged for me, looking as though they'd go straight through me. That was when Chica turned around and held out her hand and wiggled her index finger, as if to say "Uh uuh uuuh", the kind you'd expect a parent to say to their kid if they did something wrong. They mob of animatronics looked at each other, all stuck in the same state of being confused. They then descended back into the darkness, with squinted eyelids. Then Chica turned back to me...