Reasons

I was woken up 6 hours later by a phone call from the manager. "So how was it?" he asked nervously. "It was nice experiencing a new type of job," I lied. "Well that's great! So you'll be back tonight?" "Yes, I will," then he dropped the phone. The vivid image of my shift last night sprung into my mind. What was I thinking? Why did I lie and say it was nice experiencing a job where everything there wanted to kill me? I felt as if something was wrong with me. I blamed it on the fact that I just woke up, but I didn't want to go back there.

I remembered the screenshot of the newspaper clippings that I took and decided to read them. They had a report on five children that were lured away from the pizzeria, never to be seen again. They are suspected to be dead, but no bodies were ever found. A suspect had been arrested when police found that he had a fake animatronic suit hidden away. Speculation suggested that the children were lured to the back room where they were kept until they were murdered and their bodies disposed of. Could the children have been stuffed into the animatronics' costumes?

It was highly likely, considering the strange smell and the dried blood and mucous coming out of their eyes and mouths. The thing that didn't make sense was that there are only 4 animatronics. Was there a fifth one that I didn't know about? Perhaps two of the children were stuffed into one animatronic.

At that moment my train of thought suddenly crashed. My mind just went blank, almost like something supernatural was messing with my mind. I couldn't even see straight for a few seconds, but this was normal for me, happening when I just wake up and think about these complicated stories. I returned to the present after I couldn't start that train again and I was wondering why I was going back. I just didn't know, I just felt compelled to go back there and work for the full week. Nothing made sense. I went back to sleep, hoping to find answers when I woke up. I drifted off and woke up again in the office.

How was I in the office? Things were very strange. It was 4 AM, I had 60 % power. That seemed so wrong, at that rate of power consumption without even using the doors or the camera feed, it had to be less, but I wasn't complaining. I checked the cameras, Chica and Freddy were on stage, Pirate Cove's curtains were closed. Bonnie was gone, I couldn't find him on the cameras. I put my tablet down and he was right in front of me.

I sat still, hoping he wouldn't do anything, but he wasn't fooled. He grabbed me by my leg and pulled me all the way backstage. I never felt so helpless in my life, he was too strong. I couldn't break free. He picked me up and started shoving me into the suit, legs first. My eyes shot open and I sat up like a lightning bolt after I felt my leg getting crushed. I started panicking when I couldn't feel my leg, but it was fine. It just lost feeling from hanging off the edge of my bed.

I checked the time, it was 4 PM. I slept for 10 hours in total, 2 hours more than usual. It was probably the fatigue from my shift and that phone call that interrupted my sleep. I tried to relax and keep that damned pizzeria out of my head until I had to go work my shift.