Chapter 2

So what did you guys think of the first chapter? What do you think will happen during Mike's first night? Well let's find that out shall we?

Night 1

1 am

The beginning of Mike's shift was a bit boring in his opinion. It had been an hour since the day shift guard left him and he was unsure of what to do. His thoughts pondered over what he said about the teens leaving the pizzeria. Since they looked around the age of seventeen or eighteen, it would seem likely that they would walk the streets late at night. With that thought, Mike flipped on the cameras to see if they left.

The teens were in three separate rooms: Bonnie and Chica were enjoying some pizza in the dining room, chatting about their performance. Freddy was backstage looking at a mirror, fixing his bowtie and top hat, his back facing the camera and his eyes were out of sight. Meanwhile, Foxy was walking around the main stage for no reason at all. They didn't have the slightest idea of leaving the pizzeria.

To Mike, they didn't look like the kinds of teens to gamble and drink late at night. From their performance earlier that day, Mike believed those kids couldn't harm anyone or anything. Based on this, he found no reason to watch them. Before Mike could put down the screen, all four teens froze in place. Mike first thought there was something wrong with the cameras, but brushed off that idea thinking security cameras couldn't freeze up. This sudden action of the teens surprised him, and he thought it was rather strange.

Before he knew it, the teens slowly turned their heads to the cameras, gazing at them with blood-filled crimson eyes, and murderous face. Mike's eyes widened in horror as he slammed the screen down on his lap. He blinked a few times, trying to think clearly, and wondering if what he just saw was real or not. When he flipped on the screen for a second time, he saw that the teens were gone, and Mike was starting to fear for his life.

He was switching from camera to camera, trying to find at least one of them, until he heard a small noise to his right. He looked up and flipped on the hall light, only to see Chica in the doorway, giving him that face and that look in her eye.

Mike never thought that such a cute and innocent face could give off a murderous look. Before she could take a step into the room, Mike slammed the door shut, not wanting to take any chances. He didn't think the teens were trying to kill him; he just thought Chica wandered in the hallway and just happened to find him. Unless another teen walked into the office, he wouldn't have the idea that the teens would kill him.

3 am

After slamming the door on Bonnie, Mike truly feared for his life. He heard constant knocks on the right door from the outside, and Chica's voice asking if she could come in. But she got no response as Mike stayed quiet, too scared to respond. He checked the cameras to see where Foxy and Freddy were, and they were nowhere near the office. Freddy had his hands behind his back, pacing around the party room, muttering to himself before Foxy walked in and pointed a knife at him. No wrong wording, he handed the brunette a knife.

Mike raised an eyebrow at this as the two teens gave the cameras the same look they've had all night and exited the room, both with a knife in hand. He placed the screen in his lap, and was surprised not to hear knocking from Chica. A part of him said to open the door because he was sort of losing power, and the other part of him said to keep the door closed because she might still be there.

Screw it. He thought as he flipped open the door and turned on the light: Chica was nowhere to be found. Mike breathed a sigh of relief as he looked through the cameras again to see Chica leaving the hallway and meeting up with Freddy and Foxy. Mike's eyes widened a bit when he saw Foxy give her a knife, and they all gave the camera that same glare. Bonnie joined them and Mike opened the left door and switched on the light, seeing that he was gone. He started to relax a bit, but still felt uneasy about the looks the teens gave him.

Mike saw that Foxy was whispering something to Bonnie and Chica, but he couldn't make out what the red-head was saying. But without knowing what Foxy was saying, Mike knew it involved killing him in a way.

5 am

Once Mike set the screen in his lap to rub his eyes, he jerked his head to the left when he felt something staring at him. Sure enough he figured from the glowing red eyes, that the violette had returned to kill him. He didn't have time to react as soon as the teen stepped into the room, and Mike leaned back in the chair, his eyes widening with fear. But then again, he sometimes wondered when and how he was going to die. He closed his eyes and sighed as Bonnie stepped closer, raising the knife with each step he took.

Mike's eyes snapped open when he heard a faint thud from the right. He figured that Bonnie must have heard it as well, based on his action of lowering the knife. The violette jerked his head towards the right doorway, where the two heard a quiet female moan. Bonnie wasted no time in stopping what he was doing and dashing out of the office to see what had caused the thud.

No doubt it involved Chica.

Mike stared in disbelief at what just happened before an alarm rang in his ears. He glanced at the time: 6:00. His shift was finally over. Mike stood up and grabbed his things before cautiously looking around in both doorways to see if any of the teens were waiting for him. After a few minutes of silence, Mike slowly stepped out of the office and towards the exit of the restaurant.

A few minutes before the alarm, the teens were climbing into bed to get a few hours of sleep before the pizzeria opened again at 9. Bonnie and Chica's beds were pressed beside each other, almost making it look like a king-size bed. Bonnie slept soundly on the right side of the bed: his shirt was undone by a few buttons and his sleeves were rolled up, his shoes were neatly tucked under the bed, his vest on a hook behind the door, and his bowtie was on the nightstand beside his side of the bed.

Chica was sleeping soundly on the left side of the bed: her shoes were also neatly tucked under the bed and her socks were tucked inside her shoes. She turned on her side, facing Bonnie and intertwining hands with his.

Across the room was where Foxy slept. His boots were thrown under the bed and his shirt and jacket were in a crumpled pile on the headboard. His ears twitched as he turned onto his stomach, snoring loudly into the pillow and nearly kicking off the covers. As you can see, he is a pretty messy sleeper.

And on the far left of him was where Freddy sat in bed. The lamp on his nightstand was faintly lit, but bright enough for him to see what he was reading. His top hat and bowtie were beside the lamp, his blazer was on a hook behind the door along with Bonnie's vest, his shirt was undone by a few buttons, and his shoes were neatly tucked under the bed.

The brunette sighed with unease as he placed his book under the bed. A flash of red invaded his mind and he brought a hand to his face with wide eyes. He shook in fear as images of corpses raced through his mind as he gripped his bedsheets. No. I must not think about this. I have to remember why we're doing this. He glanced at the other teens with a determined look.

I promise you, it won't be long before you are avenged.