The Golden Power By: ExploitIdeas
Night Three: Let's Eat
I was enraged. The manager scolded me about the proper ways to treat the animatronics and what-not. Then the little bell at the front door jingled. Everyone turned their head. There was a scrawny man standing at the front door. "Hello?" He said, looking around. "Mike?!" The owner said. I was confused. "I thought I fired you!" He said. "I know." The man said. He looked at me. "So you must be the new guard." He said, sounding unsure. "Y-yes." I stammered. "Listen kid. I used to work here as the guard, and let me tell you…" He paused. "One full week, all seven days." He said slowly. "And not once, have I seen such damage to this place's property. You best take care of yourself." He turned and walked out the door. "Who was that?" I asked. "Mike Schmidt. My best security guard." The owner said quietly. "Why did you fire him?" I asked.
"He… Uhm… Tampered with the animatronics…" He stuttered. I looked down at Bonnie again. "What about him?" I said still looking at Bonnie. "I'll just turn him off. I can have him fixed later." I walked back into the office. I found something in the desk. It was a tape with security footage on it. I watched the tape. It showed a security guard who was making his way through the week, all seven days. Until the 7th night… The guard tampered with the animatronics AI settings. "Mike Schmidt…" I whispered. Soon night fell, and I felt a bloodlust. I got the suit quickly, put it on, and walked into the dining area where Chica was waiting. Her head suddenly jolted up and stared straight at me. I stumbled back.
She walked towards me slowly. I put up my fists, ready for what she was going to do. Or so I thought I was ready. She quickly chomped down on the right wrist of the suit. I shook the arm, but she stayed on. "What the-?!" I exclaimed. I thought she was going to pull off the suit like Bonnie had tried. I finally pried her off of me. I looked at my wrist to look at the damage. There was blood… All over my wrist. I lunged at her and brought my bloodied right hand down hard on her chest. She went down hard. I left a dent in her torso. The "Let's Eat" bib she normally wore was scrambled. I stood over her. She bit into the suit's left ankle, leaving more bloody marks. I stomped down on her head with my right leg. After about 6 stomps her mouth was bent off in different directions, so she was unable to bite me anymore.
I lifted her up by her throat. I began to crush the wiring and anything else on the inside. I heard Freddy laugh and Foxy say "Arrrrrrrrgh…" I suddenly felt weak, and collapsed to the ground, unconscious. When I awoke the same thing happened as yesterday, except the suit was nowhere to be seen, and the manager had a much more severe punishment. He said that I would have to work on fixing Foxy until my shift began. I groaned. I looked back at Foxy. "You'd better not turn on tonight…" I said angrily. Then I suddenly felt very afraid. I wasn't sure about tonight. After all, I have to fight Freddy, the big boss, or Foxy, the crazed lunatic that runs at me with a sharp hook. Oh, what are the odds…
