Oh goodness, my first review! *squees* Thank you Balloon Boy, it means a lot to me c: (Not BB from the game... or is it? o-o)

The reason I'm getting these out so fast is because I've had some pre-typed for a while ^^ Grammatical errors, here I come.

Disclaimer: Freddy is not mine and never will be ;-;

6:30 AM

"Come on! Please… pick up your phone!"

Why doesn't she pick up her phone when I need her? I had just got home and was attempting to call my mother. She was never home with me; she worked a day shift at her job and I worked the night shift at mine. That stupid job ad; if I had only known… What in the world am I going to do?

I sighed and pushed the "end call" button on my phone. It was just beginning to become lighter out. Usually it would be bright outside by now, but winter in my town always seemed to come early. I slammed the phone down on the kitchen table. Then I slammed it again. I was so frustrated; getting rid of my shock was easy once I replaced it with rage. I was breathing heavily now. I just… maybe I should go to bed… I was too tired to think about those things now.

I trudged up the stairs to the second floor. I cursed when I tripped and had to catch myself on the rail. My room was at the end of the hall; the light switch was also. I've never been scared of the dark, but somehow, the long, dark hallway looked menacing. I hesitated when I felt something land on my arm; a drop of blood from my nose. Still bleeding? I took a detour to the bathroom to see just how badly my face was marked up. I pulled the door open; the cold from the iron handle felt wonderful on my sweating, clammy palms. I turned on the light and stood in front of the mirror.

My face had multiple cuts and a bruise was forming on my cheek. Blood had hardened around my eyes from a gash on my forehead. I reached for a few tissues and ran them under water, though I had a feeling all of that blood wasn't going to come off so easily. My hands and arms were, surprisingly, not marked as badly, although, my right arm had a bruise in the shape of a handprint from where the rabbit had grabbed me. They're that strong…?

I sat on the toilet seat to examine my leg. There, of course, was the gash from being dragged against the doorframe. It wasn't deep, but it ran up my foot to my ankle. Suddenly, I felt very lightheaded. Stupid nose; stupid animatronic bear... I brought a tissue up to my nose. Afterward, I nearly passed out trying to walk down the stairs for an ice pack. I got it without falling, thankfully; although more stairs awaited me on the way back up.

I pushed open the door to my room, only to have it get caught on the giant pile of stuffed animals in the corner. I was a collector, so to speak. I had many stuffed animals, yes, but most of them were forced upon me as a child. Now, I was too attached to them to donate any of their cute faces. Well, not all of them were cute, but they still held memories. I made my way through the giant piles of clothing and dolls throw carelessly on the floor. I really should get rid of some of this stuff.

It felt so nice to lay my head on that pillow. I snuggled down deeper into the blankets trying to keep out the chill. My mom hadn't paid the heating bill this month yet, so they turned it off. I was about to fall asleep, but I caught sight of my "Call 911" posters that had been hung in here by my parents when I was a child. 911; the numbers looked so tempting. No one would believe me. He'd kill me, wouldn't he: if I tried to tell? I felt a spike of adrenaline and fear, but only for a moment. I know what I'll do; I'll call management tomorrow. They'll understand, right? Shortly after this thought, my brain accepted that I would be all right, and allowed me to fall asleep.

Baby, I'm preying on you tonight. Hunt you down; eat you alive.

Just like animals, animals…

"Hm?" I opened my eyes to the sound of my alarm. 3:00 already?

Like animals-mals…

"Ugh," I grunted and opened my eyes wearily, "why did I set this song out of all of them?" Tiredly, I moved my pillow behind me and propped my head up. My phone was on my bedside table next to me. I tried to turn my body to face it and I felt a searing pain all over. I groaned as I recalled the events of last night and realized that I needed to call management as soon as possible. I picked up my phone, laying on my side, and switched the alarm off. "I've really got to change that later." I mumbled. I lazily brought my feet around the side of my bed, letting them hang off while I looked over my contacts. "Where are you?"

I tapped the thumbnail of Freddy Fazbear I had on the list. "I need to change that too." It dialed.

It didn't take long for the receptionist to pick up; it was a small business, after all. "Hello. This is Freddy Fazbear's Pizza; a magical place where fantasy and fun come to life," the employee mumbled unenthusiastically, "Would you like to book a birthday party this evening? We have all times open except for 4:00-"

I was growing impatient. "Um, no thank you. Listen, I'm the new night watch there and I need to speak with Mr. Fazbear. It's important." I waited for his reply and heard a clicking instead. "Hello?"

I waited for a minute before I decided that he had hung up. "Man, they hire just about anyone, don't they?" I had gotten the job without an interview. Well, I did have an interview, but it only lasted for ten minutes. Mr. Fazbear hadn't even asked me any questions about my previous work experience.

I sighed and called again; he picked up and repeated the same intro.

"Did you really just hang up on me?" I complained.

I heard the guy mumble something and heard a new voice in the backround. Click.

Geez, I'm going to have to go in.

An hour later and I was in the parking lot at Freddy's. It usually didn't take this long, but traffic was terrible. There was construction on a bridge and apparently some guy had crashed. Not to mention, I had to get ready and I lived a half-an-hour away. The fact that I was somewhat terrified of this place didn't help. I shouldn't be worried about Freddy right now. He won't try anything while the children are here. At least, I think he won't. I was going to have to take the risk in order to get this taken care of.

I reluctantly pushed open my car door into the cool winter weather. It wasn't very cold, but snow flurries were falling already. The outside of Freddy's wasn't disturbing; just a run-down building with posters of animatronics all over it. I passed one of Chica as I went for the door handle. I could clearly see the teeth of her endoskeleton inside of her beak. Her eyes looked alive. Okay then; it's a bit creepy.

I pushed open the door and emerged into the parlor. It was a decently sized building despite how tiny it looked from the outside. With high ceilings and large rooms, and the fact that it was heated, (unlike my house) it looked like a proper establishment. The particular room I had walked into was the entryway. There were gates you had to pass through after paying; kind of like an amusement park. There were more posters of the animatronics all over the walls and balloons were weighted down around the room. On top of that, shiny stars and banners decorated the ceiling. I could hear upbeat music coming from the party room down the hallway. A party; must be the reason 4:00 is not open.

I pushed through the bars, seeing as the receptionist wasn't where he was supposed to be.

"Excuse me, ms?" Chimed a high-pitched, girly voice from behind me. "You need a security card to go back there."

Behind me was a woman who wore a security shirt; the same one I wore when I worked the night shift. She was short in height; even shorter than me, which is saying a lot. Her hair was brown and done up in a messy bun with a pink bow. Her eyes were bright and cheerful as she approached me.

"Are you here for Michela's birthday party? Can you give me your last name, please?"

"Sorry, no. I'm the new night watch here. I need to speak to Mr. Fazbear."

Her smile immediately dropped. She shook her head as if she didn't understand. "I don't think-"

Now I was seriously annoyed. "Can I please go up to his office? It's really important."

"No, I'm afraid that he cannot see you right now." She was lying. I could tell by the way she kept avoiding eye contact. Her phony smile was easy to see through. I decided it was best to just ignore her and go up stairs. I pushed past her into the main hallway. "Ms…!"

"Just go watch the kids or something, okay?" I didn't stop to apologize. There was no way her problems were harder than mine at the moment. I continued down the hallway and passed by the party room. The music was loud and from what I saw, there were around twenty children running around the tables. They're louder than the music. I quickly passed by the door when I saw the source of the music; Freddy, Chica, and Bonnie were playing on the stage. Just the way they stared made me want to leave.

I climbed the stairs to the second story. At night I only watched the first story. Why? Probably because the restaurant was on such a low budget and couldn't buy cameras for the second story. It wasn't very big anyway; nowhere near as big as the first floor. I had heard before that the company had been in another location; with a bigger budget and building than this. Why would they move to this little town and into an even smaller building? I vaguely remembered Freddy saying something about, "stories." I would have to look into them. After all, I didn't have a clue about this establishment's history.

I came to the manager's room; also the boss of the company. His name wasn't really Mr. Fazbear; he had told me in the interview that it was just something he liked to be called. I'm pretty sure that this place wasn't founded by him, so why take the name? Maybe it just makes him feel special.

I knocked once. "Come in!"

Finally, I can fix this!