~*Night 2*~

My second night on the job. You could say I wasn't looking forward to it. Who would, after all? I'm stuck alone in an office with killer robots waiting to gut me with sharp ordainments.

With my arms crossed, I leaned back against the chair, glaring at that stupid old fan that kept on spinning. Mocking me, probably. It wasn't until the phone rang that I broke eye contact, picking it up and regretting it immediately. Lanky bitch's back, with more bad news.

"Howdy! Uhh, hey, second night. See, it's not so bad."

I'm sorry, but were you there when that freaky bot started moving? I thought as I listened. Her next words made the pit of my stomach sink.

"Um, listen, I would check your cameras while you're listening to this. The boys seem to, uh, get more antsy with each day. So, uh, oh yes, the boys."

Was she going to give me information on these things? Great, maybe that'll give me an edge. But, if she's as detailed as last night, I'm as screwed as I was last night. As I pulled the tablet, I kept my eyes on the switching cameras while listening to her. Hopefully this won't drain my battery.

"Uh, I'm sure you've already noticed this, but each one of them has their own… personality, if you will. Toudou and Harada are the first to start moving around, so it's a good idea to keep an eye on them first. They tend to act separately, uh, especially Toudou. Harada's, uh, a bit different. He always goes into closets or rooms. It's almost like he's looking for something. But those two you need to really worry about for now… Oh, there's actually another."

Another one? Shit, and here I thought I had to worry about two psycho robots! Practically on the edge of my seat, I glared at the cameras, especially at the ones called Harada and Toudou. I know there are five total animatronics. Apparently, they're all located in different parts of the exhibit. So as long as I can keep my eye on the ones moving around, I should be good… right?

"You might want to look at the far end of the exhibit every so often. Not too often, mind you. The one there, uh, Okita, he doesn't like being watched."

Okita, huh? I switched the camera to the location, eyeing the curtain covering the exhibit saying "SORRY OUT OF ORDER."

What the hell? Why do they want me to watch an out-of-order robot? Before I even had a chance to ponder that, the chick, Sen, (was her name?) began to talk again.

"I actually forgot to disclose some information to you… uh, but corporate didn't want me to say anything about it. Still, it's probably something you should know. There was uh… an incident and—don't worry, she's alive, but… sorry, I'm not supposed to get choked up on this. It's actually amazing how well the human mind can adapt after being cut in the head… yeah."

What the hell? I could actually hear the emotion in her voice. So she was capable of feeling? Gee, and here I thought I was dealing with a corporate dog. Still…

To hear another person had nearly died because of these things… that truly terrified me.

A cold chill ran down my spine, and I watched the cameras again, vaguely away of the phone lady saying, "Well, I took up enough of your time. Keep up the good work, and I'll talk to you tomorrow!"

I was alone again, with the knowledge of someone's near death hanging over my head.

I had to survive the night.

I couldn't fuck up.

1 A.M.

So far, so good.

Toudou had started moving, as usual. Really, there wasn't much about it that was terrifying. It was the shortest out of the group and all skinny, too. Really, it looked more like a marionette without strings than a robot. Still, it was wondering the halls. I had to keep an eye on it.

Everything else looked good. My heart had calmed down a bit since ending the phone call. I got this. I could do this. I had nothing to fear.

Checking the cameras again, my eyes met the animatronic's. Soulless, empty, dead eyes.

I shivered. Creepy.

2 A.M.

Harada began moving about. Nothing too crazy yet, but now I had two animatronics to worry about. Thinking about Toudou, I switched cameras real quick to where I last saw Toudou.

Still there. Good—

"SHIT!" My heart slammed itself into my throat once the screen suddenly warped into black and white static. No, no, no, no, no! I can't lose a camera! It's only 2 a.m.!

Not knowing what else to do, I switched cameras again and again, my breath fast and shallow, before finally catching sight of the Toudou animatronic in some random ass hallway.

Close. It was too close.

Wiping my sweaty palms on my pants, I checked the location that the phone lady warned me about. Still nothing. Honestly, why the hell did I even have to worry about that exhibit? It was down, after all.

Whatever. I had two psycho bots wandering around, out of my head. I had better things to worry about.

Like what exactly was that hallway Toudou was in.

3 A.M.

There's something behind the curtains of that closed off section.

There's definitely something there.

After spending the entire hour freaking out over every moment the Toudou bot made, I really didn't think about checking the curtain area. I mean, honestly, it's not like the phone lady gave me much about this exhibit.

But now I can definitely see something poking out inside the closed off exhibit.

A face. A freaking human-like face. I swear those green eyes are taunting me.

Not that it mattered, but screw it, I need to feel like I'm in power. I give those eyes the bird before changing cameras. Holy shit, who would have thought night guard was such an intense position?

Switching cameras, I saw the Toudou robot staring blankly into the camera. Something must be up with the tech, because its head kept glitching up and twisting and turning all weird. Kinda felt like something straight out of the Exorcist.

Damn, I always hated that movie.

4 A.M.

Two more hours to go. I could do this.

Eyes glancing back down at the tablet, I switched between cameras. Toudou dicking around in the hallways, Harada being a prick in the closet. There were too many jokes I could have made, but I'm not going to bother wasting brain cells on a robot that probably won't get the joke anyways.

In was in-between switching cameras that I noticed something. Urgently, I rushed back to the camera of the closed off exhibit, only to see the curtain pulled back and—

"SHIT!" I shouted, jumping out of my chair in a knee-jerk reaction and slamming the door button with my fist. It closed with a metallic thump. Still standing, I looked at the camera. It had switched to the hallway camera of the door I just closed.

A dark shadow sprinted down the hall, its evil green eyes gleaming and gone in a flash. Holy sh—

BANG BANG BANG!

I admit, I shrieked at the sound. I threw myself down on the chair, far away from the metal door and the killer robot most likely on the other hand. The banging continued for maybe another second, and then, as quickly as it started, it was gone.

That was close. Too close.

5 A.M.

The clock was so damn slow!

Just fifty minutes ago, I had barely survived an attack by the "out-of-order" Okita bot. And not even a second later, I saw the Harada bot lurking in the other hallway.

But I still had power. That's the one thing I had still had, and I was damn well going to use every drop of it to save my hide.

I glance at clock. Twenty-five minutes. Screw this, I'm risking it. I'm not a nightmare's play toy, I think as I stand up and press both buttons to shut the doors.

6 A.M.

Somehow I made through the night. Somehow, by some freaking miracle I made it. I don't know how, and I definitely know that that kind of luck won't be happening again tomorrow—

Oh god, I have to come back tomorrow. Why did I take this crappy job again?