I stopped in front of this pizzeria, which looked liked it was about to close down. What the hell, I thought. This looked like an abandoned place, which its chipped sign that says "Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria". There were cobwebs in corners of the place, rusted pipes stuck out of the building. Not to mention the squeaking glass doors whenever someone went into the building or out. I sighed and headed inside, awaiting to meet my horror.
After showing me me all the rooms, the manager left the building. It was 11:57 PM; almost time for my job with the animal robots. I sighed as I sat down, grabbing the slab of technology off the desk. "What?". One of the animatronics, the purple one, started to move across the party room. Did this always happen?. A long night ahead, I thought.
As the days progressed, I found out the truth. These animatronics come to life after 12 AM strikes. It's a pain for me. Why? Because these machines will try to kill me. And- hold on. Foxy came zooming down the west hallway, jaw hanging low. I quickly pressed the button to shut the door. As always, a loud thud was heard and I see the reddish-brown animatronic walk down the hall. That was close.
Alright, last day of this job. Finally I get to leave this place. Time passed and it soon became 6 AM. I left the room and strolled down the east hallway. I looked at the party room one last time. I smiled, "Goodbye Freddy Fazbear's!". I began to walk until I heard something.
"H-help us." A scratchy voice said. I turned back. Probably hearing things. "Help…" they said again. I turned back to the stage and started walking there. If that voice is coming from the robots, then that's super freaky. I looked at Chica's face. Her mouth slightly moved and that same screeching voice was heard, "Help."
Authors note: Sup guys. So I was just wondering if I should make another story about Mike helping the animatronics. Tell me and based on what you guys say, I might do it. And sorry if I sound really boring.