The calmness of the night was interrupted by the sound of a fan rotating on the desk along with the ticking of the old wall clock every second. The place looked aged and worn down, the walls were stained green and the entire place was poorly lit by an old bulb.
A man in his early thirties was inside the room, all by himself. He was restless as his heart pounded in his chest, he was praying that he'll survive another night at Fazbear's Fright.
Signing on for the job was his biggest mistake, little did he know that every night he spent working the place has took a toll from him...he was slowly slipping into insanity.
He was seeing and hearing things, at least that's what he thought. He wished it was just all in his head, that an old and deteriorating rabbit animatronic had been haunting him for five nights, menacingly watching his every move with his glowing eyes and eerie grin.
As the days progressed, the terror grew worse. The animatronic has been moving from place to place quicker every night trying to make its way to where he was.
Last night was the scariest, it had reached to the point that it was peeking over the doorway and ready to strike. It was just because of his quick reaction that he made it through the night. He led it away from him by playing sounds of children in the farthest room, distracting it.
No one believed his claim of it being haunted, they just called him crazy.
Was he?
Then he finally decided to end it all, it was the last straw, he have had enough. He stood up from his post and walked out of the office, going through an old corridor that led him to the supply closet.
He reached out his trembling hand, feeling the coldness of the knob. It made a creak as he twisted it. His imagination was playing with him, giving him horrible visions of children being brutally murdered by a man in a purple shirt. He tried shaking the thought away but he couldn't.
Something's watching him.
The hairs on his back stood on end and he definitely felt that it's around him, hiding somewhere. He hurriedly opened the door and switched on the lights; inside were piles of old cleaning materials, he fumbled through them and found a large orange plastic container among them.
It was the exact object he was looking for: A jerry can.
The sweat on his forehead dripped on the container as he pulled it out of the closet, inside he was crying, anytime he was about to lose his mind but it has to end,
Right here, right now.
He twisted the cap and sniffed the content: gasoline. At first he wad hesitant but it was the only way to face his demons and end it all...by burning it down to the ground.
He lifted the can and tipped it over, spilling the flammable liquid on the floor. He was doing it quickly, drenching everything with gasoline along the way. Fear and anxiety took the best of him, that thing could be everywhere much to his dismay. He was sweating and shaking, afraid that it might come out and get him.
He went to the office and drenched the place, even his own personal things to remove the evidence that it was he who done this.
The man took one last glance at his post, "Good riddance." He said with a smile. He turned around to come face to face with the thing he feared the most...
Springtrap.
His heart leapt to his throat, he was staring death in the face. He had never seen the animatronic up close. He stared into its glowing eyes and it was staring back at him with anger and its wide grin sent shivers down his spine. He looked at the whole body of the towering monster, its used to be yellow skin had turned to green, various parts of his limbs were rusted away and what made it scarier is that there was blood dripping from the holes as if it was a person.
He froze in fear even though his mind was telling him to run away. He just stood there, waiting for his doom.
The animatronic's hand went to the man's throat and it wrapped its fingers around it, the man struggled as it raised him higher, he punched the hand but it was no use. He almost forgot the lighter in his hand, he sparked the fire and brought it between them.
"I hope you burn in hell." He said then threw it behind him, it landed on a pile of drenched posters and igniting it, setting the office ablaze. The animatronic threw the man through the glass window then went to where the fire was and attempted to put it out, but it only grew larger.
The man pulled himself towards the exit as the fire grew larger, he took a glance back to see the rabbit watching him make his escape, observing him like a curious child. Then he heard the animatronics joints move, walking closer to him.
He kept crawling away while the monster walked closer to him, he felt the warmth of the fire as it burned everything in the office and soon enough, it will consume the whole place.
Then something got hold of his foot and pulled him back, he screamed on the top of his lungs as he was dragged back into the place where everything's burning, "NOOOOOO!" He clawed on the floor, drawing blood from his fingernails as trying to stop it from pulling him. He kicked the hand from his foot and he hurriedly stood up, running away from the place and through the corridors, trying to find the exit fast. He went around the corner and there a large red sign was hanging over the door:
EXIT
He gasped in relief then ran to the door, tears flowing down his eyes. He was both afraid and happy that this will be over for him soon.
Then suddenly a hand popped out from the vents and grabbed his knee, making him shriek and fall on the floor.
Springtrap emerged from the vent, severely burned by the fire with its raw endoskeleton underneath now exposed. It crawled on top of the guard, pinning him down and rendering him helpless. It reached for its head and grabbed its own face and slowly pulled off the bunny head; the slow pulling created a bone-chilling sound: like the sound of flesh being slowly torn off.
The man watched in horror as the bunny head was completely off the main body of the animatronic, he let out a blood-curdling scream as soon as he saw what was inside it...
A rotting corpse.
He couldn't do anything but yell for help. The glowing eyes of the animatronic belongs to the cadaver inside. It moved to stare back at him, the red light made by the fire made its appearance even more sinister. The dead person's mouth slowly curved into a smile, exposing the missing teeth.
"NOOOOO!" His vision dimmed. All he saw next was bright light and figures of people looking over him, as if they were doing something with him. He only heard one phrase.
"We need to bring him to the E.R.!"
