Chapter 2

Steve arrived home early at around three. He was tired and didn't like being around kids for so long, they drained his life force. His mother and sister were still at the place. Stacy didn't want to leave and made a big fuss about not wanting to go, but he didn't want to stay there any longer so he left on bus. He knew he would have to take a nap before he starts his shift late at night, or he might sleep on the job. Steve went up the stairs to his room to take a rest. He was too lazy to kick off his shoes that he flopped onto the unmade bed and closed his eyes. Not even one second of shut eye and his phone started to vibrate. "Nooo." He whined. "No one's here." He let his phone go to voicemail. But that wasn't the end of that one, his phone kept ringing and ringing nonstop. "Who the fuck!" He picked up his phone from the desk, "not this kid." He then answered it. "What do you want?"

"I just wanted to know how my bro is doin' you know," said the voice over the phone.

"Bull shit. Bryant."

"Hey man come over we haven't hung out in a while."

"No. We hung out last week," Steve paused. "Besides I have things to do."

"If it is one thing I know, it is that you never have things to do. Except work. Come over you lazy mother-" the guy over the phone paused. "Don't tell me..." His voice got suspicious.

"What?"

"You're going to leave me alone in this world cuz you found someone who took your heart away."

"What? What are you talking about?"

"I guess it's just me. I'm lame... How she look? Is she tall or short? Dude I hope she's not tall you'll look short next to her if she wear heels. Is she packed, or not really? Less is good too. Can't judge a girl if she has a nice face. Is she older or younger? Is she mixed? Dude did you-"

"Aye man. Stop fantasizing. It's not like that. I just wanted some sleep. Sleep!"

"You lost your-. No… Thats not fair. And without me? I thought we were gay for each other, you fag."

"What. What the hell is your problem. I'm not with anybody. You're insane! Gay my ass." Steve's voice raised in frustration.

"Stop lyin'! My man. You're gaining bars. You're going to be on top of the world. And you're going to have all these-"

Steve exhaled, "Alright shut the fuck up already. I'll come over."

The line was quiet on the other side. "See man I knew you wanted to come over."

Steve hung up the phone. "Damn he knows how to piss me off."

Steve arrives at his friend's house with a very serious face, and knocks at his apartment door. His friend opens. "Dude you came." A Tall lanky guy stands at the door way wearing a two sizes too large shirt, a pair of basketball shorts and sandals with no socks. His blondish hair was matted and scattered like a nest over his eyes.

"Were you not expecting me?"

"I was. Come inside." Steve enters his apartment and looks around. It was a mess, things everywhere, trash not picked up, and his apartment had a bad odor.

"How can you live like this? And still no job?"

"Na," he cleared the couch by throwing the stuff on the floor. "I've tried looking." Bryant sat on the couch cross legged. Steve stood there staring at his couch determining whether it was safe to sit down or not. His friend patted the cushion with a bright smile.

"Well I don't know where you been looking but this doesn't look like you've been looking around." He took a seat but didn't lean back for his own safety.

"I get it, I get it, it's a little messy, the house cleaner will come by next week and clean it."

"So you rather waste your money on somebody else doing your work."

"Talking about work. How's work?"

"Got fired this afternoon."

"Ohhh… I guess that makes two of us without work then," he laughs.

"Hah, you mean one of us is still out of work."

"What do you mean?"

"I got a job as a security guard at that little kid entertainment place. All you have to do is watch the security cameras. Not so bad if you ask me."

"Freddy Fazebear Pizza? Dude what's with you and pizza places?" Steve shrugged to his question. "Dude... you heard those rumors right?"

"What rumors?"

Bryant sat up straight. "About those animatronics, and the missing five kids, and the guy who got bitten and-"

"Don't be crazy. Like any of that would be true. You said it your self, they are rumors. Can't be true," he paused to think. 'It can't be.'

"You member that douche? Tall quarterback looking blond haired pretty boy back in high school."

"Yeah."

"Well rumor has it that he worked at that one place. Same place you're working at. Made em sign some kind of contract he can't break for five days soon after he went missing."

"Didn't he go on vacation?"

"He went missing," he repeated himself. "Then a few days later he comes back a whole new man. He wasn't acting so tough after that, and his personality did a one eighty. Rumor has it those dolls or whatever you want to call them are possessed killing machines. And they are after you when you work. The whole thing is a scam. Same story every year, but they've been open for so long. They just want your soul, and you practically sold yourself to them with that contract. Man you're screwed."

"Dude there is no way in hell some animatronic demon possessed thing is going to come after me in my night shift. That just won't happen."

It was 12pm and Steve's job just started. He had met the manager before his shift and he had given him the keys so he could lock up after his shift was over. Steve was seated on the office chair checking the rooms. He had to admit that the rooms were kind of creepy at night. He had gotten a call earlier giving him warnings about his job. Steve didn't believe all the stuff the phone guy said about some of the animatronics acting a bit strange at night. He was given a freddy hat just in case anything happened along with his flashlight. He was told to keep a box winded up in one of the rooms because it affected one of them. He wondered what would happen if he didn't wind it, but didn't want to risk it.

An hour past and still nothing happened. Steve was relieved, "hah, just trying to scare the new guy. There's nothing wrong here." Steve wasn't one to be scared but he was worried if the rumors were true or not. He didn't want to be exposed to danger. Especially sitting in a open room where it was pitch black down the hall and there were two vents one on each side of the room. He wasn't safe sitting there if something really happened and he didn't have any sort of self deference. Just staring at the vents gave him a slight chill.

The next two hours went by like a breeze. Steve checked the cameras and winded the box every so often. It was three in the morning. Steve brought out a chewy bar from his pocket and took a bite, "wow I think I would stay here working if it's this peaceful." He knew he was going to get hungry so he brought a couple of snacks with him. He leaned back and checked the cameras again. He checks camera 9 which was the show stage and notices Bonnie was missing. That purple bunny looking animatronic thing holding a guitar. Steve blinked multiple times trying to figure out if he was seeing things. Was the night getting to him? He had to admit his eyes were getting a little heavy, but he shouldn't be seeing things at this stage. He rubbed his eyes with his free hand then turned back to the screen. He then realized it was true Bonnie wasn't there. He felt a cold chill down his spine just thinking about all the rumors he heard. He nervously took a bite of his bar and checked each room again. He then found Bonnie in party room three, paralyzed in a position as if caught in the act.

The animatronic creepily stared up at the camera. Steve shut the screen quickly and held the bar in a tight grip. He couldn't believe what was really happening. He then thought maybe he shouldn't have closed the screen. He opened the screen, winded the box and checked camera 3 again. Bonnie was still there he was relieved, he thought Bonnie would have made his way to his office by now or something. He quickly checked the other rooms then swallowed down the rest of his bar nearly choking in the process.

Checking the cameras once again Bonnie had disappeared yet again. He quickly clicked through the different rooms and found Bonnie in party room four. He checked the other rooms, then noticed Chicka was gone as well. That made him tense up, "now two of them are up." Steve was becoming paranoid, just the faintest sound made him shudder. It was so quiet that he heard a sharp buzzing sound ring in his ear. He tried avoiding looking down the hall. Every now and then he felt as if he was being watched. He would shine his light down the hall only to see nothing there, he then opened the screen.

Steve heard vent noises, he closed the screen and flashed his light down the hall and in the vents but there was no one. "Nu uh bruh I ain't dying here." He hugged the empty faze bear hat and checked the vent cameras 5 and 6 and found Bonnie in the right vent. His heart was racing now, one of them was really near. The phone guy said to flash them when they were out in the open. So he did, he flickered the light on and off alternating with checking up on where Chicka could be and not forgetting to wind up box.

He flashed the light down the hall but it didn't flash. He started panicking now and clicked the button multiple times till it finally turned on. He then jumped back when he saw Chicka down there. She was quiet as a mouse, he thought he would have at least heard foot steps, but she was sneaky. He checked the cameras once again to see if any one else had moved, and balloon boy was loose. He closed the screen then put on the Freddy Fazebear hat to feel safe, he put it on in just in the nick of time. Once he had it on Bonnie jumped out from out of no where and stares at him. He stares back through the two holes for eyes in the freddy hat. The lights flickered on and off and Bonnie stood there in front of him. Steve swallowed hard, he didn't want to die just yet, he still had things to look forward to. He sat there frozen trying not to make any moves or sound. It felt like an eternity, his heart beating slower and slower, and he felt like he was going to pass out. The bell rang finally and all was over Bonnie was gone, but Steve's eyes rolled back and he passed out on the chair.

Five minutes after Steve's shift ended he woke up with a headache. Some how he was on the floor with the freddy faze bear hat on. He held his head, "what's going on?" Did he fall asleep? He then remembered the things he saw. 'It has to be a dream. It has to be,' he reassured himself. 'Or I could have been hallucinating.' What ever was the case he needed to get home and into his own bed, the floor was cold. So he quickly fixed the fallen chair and gathered all his things and left the building.

Once he got home he didn't bother brushing his teeth. He striped and went straight to bed. He rolled into the covers as if it were going to shield him from any danger. Then just let the sleep take over.

(- -) Zzzz... So here is chapter two. I ended up writing more. It's break and i MIGHT. i said I Might have another update this week. But you can never trust me. I feel like Steve right now wanting to just- (bobs head) Well happy Thanks giving, and if you don't celebrate well then happy Thursday. And see you in the next chapter Hope you like.