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Bonnie could do nothing but simply stare at the door in fury. His rage, his undying hate for that man, couldn't be described by words.
"Move!" yelled a voice from the dining room. Turning around, Bonnie saw Foxy running like it was the Olympics towards the door. Bonnie jumped out of the way, startled. Stopping and skidding on the tiled floor, he began pounding on the door.
"It's no use," Bonnie whispered to Foxy, reason returning to him, "We can't get through that door. Let's lure him into thinking he's safe, then we'll come back and do this the right way."
Foxy ran back to Pirate's Cove, closing the curtain behind him. Bonnie met up with Chica in the dining room away from the camera.
"Did you see him too" asked Bonnie.
"Sure did," replied Chica, "What's he doing here? How could he possibly get rehired?"
"The diner's losing money," Bonnie said, thinking, "And Schmidt is someone who will take any amount of money. Low life scum. I can't imagine why he'd choose to come back to this place."
"So what do we do now?" asked Chica, checking the clock by the door. It was 2:00 am.
"We should both try and flank him at the same time," explained Bonnie, "I'll go along the hallway and confuse him by going into the closet. You go past the restrooms and then into the kitchen. Got it?"
"Got it," Chica confirmed. They split up, being careful to watch the cameras, waiting until they went down to move. Chica made her way into the kitchen, the only room which wasn't lit. It was a large box-shaped room, with a large table in the middle with sinks, some of which still had dirty dishes in them. Around the wall were cupboards, shelves, ovens and stoves. Pots and pans hung close to the wall, and a large pile of empty boxes occupied a the far corner. As Chica moved towards it, accidentally knocking pots and pans over, she could have sworn she heard some kind of music box tune coming from the pile.
Another door led out into the hallway, and Chica froze as the camera light blinked. She stood there, staring motionless at the camera until it stopped blinking and continued her progress. Her exoskeleton was rusted inside and neglected, and she found it difficult to move quickly. No wonder the kids didn't like them these days. They even moved like robots.
A light illuminated the hallway corner, and Chica peered into the office through the window. Mustering up her bitter hatred for Schmidt, she contorted her face into a blank stair, eyes wide, beak open. Schmidt looked up from the monitor, jumped back in fright, then shut the door to his right. Chica heard the door close to her left, but smiled inside as she saw Bonnie's outline in the other window. Schmidt checked the door light on Bonnie's side, saw him about to enter, then shut the door with hesitation.
Chica was ready to give up, but then heard the deep laugh. Every time he moved, the laugh would ring throughout the building, making the kids excited, for they knew Freddy was coming. Chica heard his jingle ring through the darkened halls, and Schmidt cowered in fear inside. He checked his watch and bit his fingernails. There was a clock on the wall behind him, and it read; 5:52 am.
Frustrated and defeated, Chica and Bonnie both gave up, dragging themselves back to the stage, followed by Freddy, who couldn't stop his voice box from emitting that laugh every time he moved. As daylight broke, Schmidt emerged from the office, shaken and frightened. He glared at the band before leaving, and the staff arrived to begin preparing meals. Some greeted Smith briefly before he passed out the door, but if he replied, none of the band noticed.
Freddy, gave things some thought as the staff went around getting the place ready, briefly polishing the coats of the group before leaving them. He decided that stopping Schmidt would mean having to kill him, and while Freddy didn't like the idea, he embraced it nonetheless and vowed to make this week the worst in Mike Schmidt's life.
The crowd was smaller than usual. Five of the nine tables were empty, and the other four weren't even full. Freddy and the band marched off the stage as they finished another that anybody had listened during it. As the three animatronics took their spots backstage, the door burst open and the old night guard walked in, followed by Schmidt, who slammed the door behind him.
"Y'know,John," Mike raged, "When I took this job, I didn't expect to be hunted down by those things!"
He was pointing at the band,who stayed perfectly still. John sighed and said,"I would have given you a decent warning, but I can't outright say the animatronics want to kill people."
"I don't care what that idiot manager thinks, this job is not worth $120," Mike spat.
"Then why did you take the job?" asked a confused John.
"Well let me see. I'm completely broke, in debt, and this shithole is the only place to earn a decent living!"
Mike kicked a bucket over in fury. It rolled,and landed at Bonnie's feet. John gave up with him and left, and Mike made to follow when the bucket soared back at him and hit him in the shoulder. He got up, swearing, and gave the band a dirty look before muttering, "To hell with it, I'm tearing you three apart whether I get fired or not."
And with that, he stormed out of the room.
The restaurant closed earlier than usual that day. The few guests that had come earlier in the day filed out as the staff began to cleanup the always messy floors. The sound of dishwashers came from the kitchen. Freddy saw John walk briskly past the entrance to the office, presumably to record another voice-mail for Mike. Freddy felt a touch of anger at the thought of John helping Schmidt, but remembered that he had no idea of who Schmidt was or that the animatronics meant no harm to him. Freddy remembered when John had come to work with them. That was back in '85, a couple of years before they had moved into a larger building. John had originally worked the day shift, and had come to Fredbears as a kid. He had always been fascinated by Freddy and the others, amazed that they seemed almost alive. Then he'd worked the night shift for a while, and Freddy had chosen that day in 1985 to come clean. It had gone wrong though. John had seen Freddy through the window of the old office. Out of pure surprise, he shut Freddy out and kept the door locked the entire night. It was too bad, and Freddy simply thought that John had outgrown his love for them. Now, however, maybe he still had some love for the Fazbear gang.
John left the restaurant after recording his music, pausing to give the band a sad look. The staff left the light's until they turned off automatically at midnight when the building's main power supply was cut off. Mike arrived and walked quickly to the office. Freddy saw that he carried a long package, but Freddy had absolutely no idea what it could contain.
At 1:00 AM, Bonnie and Chica left the stage, leaving Freddy alone. Foxy began to peek through the curtain, moving only when the camera was turned off. As Foxy began to creep out of Pirate's Cove, he heard Chica sending pots and pans flying AGAIN, and Bonnie moved down the hallway to the office. His rusted joints made squeaking noises and his footsteps echoed around the building. Foxy guessed that Mike would have already closed the door.
Foxy glanced up at the camera, and saw that it was off. He'd heard Bonnie move into the closet, and decided that it was his turn to take a shot. He bolted, skidding around the corner and making a break for the door at the end of the hall. The camera activated as Foxy neared the door, but he kept running and...
BANG.
Foxy was flung back against the wall as he felt parts of his suit being ripped off. Another BANG echoed around the pizzeria, and bits of tile and concrete landed on Foxy's head.
Screw this, Foxy thought and scurried back to Pirate's Cove just as the bell rang. It was 6:00 AM, but all that meant to Foxy was that another chance was missed.
