What if, I was wrong. No that's crazy, just because I think I heard one of those demonic machinces talk doesnt mean anything, I'm probably just going crazy, maybe it's just my mind making a hopeful scenario out of a situation I know is hopeless. I sigh and shake my head before checking the cameras for what seemed like the millionth time that night, getting out of the odd thoughts in my mind. I panicked when I saw the curtains open to Pirate Cove open and vacant. I darted out of my office chair and slammed the door button causing it to close, I look to the right spotting the devil as I call it normally; Freddy. I closed the other door and whimpered. "Why?" I muttered softly to myself and shuddered hearing the familiar banging on the large steel door to my left, the sound of a metal scratching against metal or to be more specific a hook moving across the thick steel door.

I paused, realizing that sound was new. I panicked thinking maybe they learned how to open the doors or the fact they could possibly break through the window. I jumped out of my seat at the thought and quickly hid under the desk in front of me, curling up into a fetal position on the floor and letting out a sob, softly at first but it soon turned into slightly louder ones and then I found myself bawling into my work coat. I hated my job and my life was probably going to die in this fucking hell hole of an entertainment facility. After calming down I took a peek over the desk and glanced at the window to my right where not surprisingly enough the all too familiar sight of the animatronic duck, Chicka was standing and peering back at me.

Her eyes seemed sad for some reason, I frowned and whimpered. "P-please g-g-go away, just dont hurt me." I muttered but I kept my eyes on the figure, I was surprised when I saw her blink and her eyes lights dim before she left. But the feeling of relief and confusion left when the power went down. "Fuck." I cursed under my breath realizing I had both doors closed and had left the camera moniter on in the seat. "I'm so dead, they'll kill me." I started silently crying when I heard the doors open and the moniters static out. Five nights at Freddy's I mused in my head.

I heard foot steps and the sound of music and just curled up tighter, hoping my black hair could hide me at least a little. It stopped abrutly when I heard more footsteps coming down the halls. Foxy, Foxy was coming to kill me now. I silently pray for at least a quick death and sobbed softly into my knees, my hair matted slightly from stress and from my movements, it covered my face and was sticking to it on some parts. I heard more foot steps and wondered what other hellish being would be coming to kill me now.

I froze and whimpered feeling cool metal touch my cheek through my hair and heard what seemed to be a mechanical sounding gasp. I glanced at what was touching my cheek and found it to be a hook, I scooted myself away slightly and felt fresh tears running down my cheek. The hook moved with me and I felt it wipe away a few tears the best it could. I grew confused and even more scared, their messing with me, their probably just getting me relaxed before killing me or something. I whimpered again and looked away slightly, feeling the hook move away before it tucked my hair behind my ear. "W-why? W-why are you..." I trailed off slowly turning to look at the fox and letting him see my currently red face, and puffy eyes, some tears still falling from them.

He smiles trying to come off as comforting and seems to clear his throat. "N-no one likes to play with us any more,
your the first to be this calm and the first one Freddy hasnt noticed was replaced so I-I dont have to kill you yet." I shrink away at the last words and glance between Foxy and the floor, I stayed quiet and heard him leave. Just then, the bell for six am resounded through out the building and I collapsed against floor, releif flooding through me.