Chapter 4: Night 3, Again!
Authors Note: Sorry this one took longer to come out, I had a bad case of writer's block. I still have it even worse for the next chapter, so please review and tell me your ideas. I would very much appreciate it. Tonight Snowy breaks the routine a little. Snowy thanks TheSwedishWhatchumacallit for favoriting his story. Please enjoy!
See you on the flip side!
Snowy took a bit of his burger as the phone call ended. He checked the cameras, no burglars. He checked on the chicken and the bunny, both hadn't come to visit yet. The bunny was hiding in the closet where Snowy had stashed his burger trash while he was working. The chicken was by the bathrooms. He checked the stage, Freddy was gone.
Snowy found Freddy in the Dining Area. He was hiding in the darkness, waiting. Snowy was excited to meet him. He hadn't met him before.
Snowy looked around. The bunny was still in the closet. The vending machine was still out-of-order. He presumed the
chicken was in the Kitchen, seeing as he couldn't find her anywhere else.
While he was checking by the cash register for burglars, Snowy thought he heard something, a high pitched giggle, so he checked each of the other cameras. Something was wrong in the West Hall Corner. The poster of Freddy had turned to gold. Snowy put down the laptop and was surprised to find a golden colored bear in the office.
"Hello," it said in a version of animatronic that sounded like a low hum. "I have been watching you. I know your name."
"Sorry," Snowy told the bear, "but I don't speak Middle Chinese. I'm Snowy!"
"I'm not- never mind," the bear said, giving up from Snowy's sheer lack of will. "I am Golden Freddy."
"Yes?" Snowy said unsurely. "What's your name?"
"I- I just said it," Golden Freddy said, annoyed.
"Hello wǒ wǒ gāng shuō le!" Snowy said.
"Wait, what?" Golden Freddy said, pausing.
"Is that your name?" Snowy asked. "děng děng shén me ?"
"No!" Golden Freddy said. "I thought you didn't speak Chinese?"
"I'll just call you Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr," Snowy said.
"You annoy me. Good-bye!" Golden Freddy said, and suddenly all Snowy could see was the strange poster.
Suddenly everything went back to normal. Snowy looked around. The weird golden bear was gone. Snowy checked the cameras and was surprised to find everyone on stage. Snowy checked the time and found it read:
12:00 a.m. Night 3
Snowy was shocked. Somehow, he had restarted the night. He waited, and sure enough:
Ring ring!
Snowy pressed the button.
Hello, hello? Hey you're doing great! Most people don't last this long. I mean, you know, they usually move on to other things by now. I'm not implying that they died. Th-th-that's not what I meant.
Yup. It's the same phone call as before. Not that Snowy was listening. He was checking on each of his 'friends.'
Uh, anyway I better not take up too much of your time. Things start getting real tonight.
He checked the poster. Nothing was odd about it.
Uh... Hey, listen, I had an idea: if you happen to get caught and want to avoid getting stuffed into a Freddy suit, uhh, try playing dead! You know, go limp. Then there's a chance that, uh, maybe they'll think that you're an empty costume instead.
Nothing had moved. It was truly as though the night had restarted.
Then again if they think you're an empty costume, they might try to... stuff a metal skeleton into you. I wonder how that would work. Yeah, never mind, scratch that. It's best just not to get caught.
Snowy started jumping with joy. Bonnie was off the stage. Chica was too.
Um... Ok, I'll leave you to it. See you on the flip side.
Snowy checked all the cameras, pondering how the night had restarted.
"Maybe the makinki-mo-bobs in the time space vacuum thingy stopped working," Snowy said, trying to sound smart.
Checking each camera, Snowy saw his trash was still in the closet. Only the words "gars and Fr" were visible on the wrapper.
"Got to remember to take that with me when I leave," Snowy said, making a mental note.
His burger, he was delighted to find, had reformed the parts he had bitten out of, and his drink had refilled. Yes, he was keeping the burger on the extremely dirty desk with no wrapper. He also doesn't have a stomach. Snowmen and aren't normally alive, either. Stop doubting the credibility of the story.
He checked the cameras and looked around until 2:00 a.m. That was when the poster changed in the hallway last time.
As Snowy was about to switch cameras from the Dining Area, where Bonnie and Chica were, he saw something he hadn't noticed last time. A movement in the back, by the front doors. As the giggle sounded, the movement came closer to the camera: it was a burglar. It was slowly moving towards the cash register, trying to avoid the animatronics.
Snowy immediately grabbed his flashlight and hopped to stop the burglar. He hopped through the East Hall, but all the posters on the wall had changed. Instead of being posters of the animatronics, they were pictures of crying children. By the time he got to the far end, they had changed to the words: "It's Me." Snowy stopped for a little bit to comprehend this.
"It's Me?" Snowy asked. "What does that mean?" Before he could figure out the answer, he heard shuffling and banging coming from the Dining Area. He suddenly remembered that he had to catch the burglar. Snowy immediately started hopping in that direction again.
However, when he got to the Dining Area, there wasn't any burglar left.
Snowy looked around, and noticed that Bonnie and Chica were gone. He heard a scream coming from the West Hall. Snowy hopped over to investigate, and found himself in the closet.
"I don't have ears," Snowy said. "The scream must have come from Backstage."
Snowy started hopping in that direction. Bonnie stared at him when he passed him.
When Snowy got to the Backstage, Chica was holding the burglar, getting ready to shove him into a Freddy Fazbear Suit sitting on the table. The endoskeleton was gone. Snowy wondered where it had went.
"Scuz' me Miss GrroooowlRrrrthggggh," Snowy said, trying to speak animatronic, "but handling the burglars is my job."
"Burglar? What burglar? I haven't seen any burglar! Nope! No burglars here! You must have been imagining things!" Chica said very quickly in animatronic. Snowy pulled out his flashlight and started beating the burglar with it.
"Don´t," Snowy said. "Steal. From. Random. Kid´s. Restaurants. Ever. Again." He hit the burglar with the flashlight on every word. He called 911.
"Hello?" he said. "Police department? I have a burglar!"
Chica was trying very hard not to let the annoying man in her arms go to step on the tiny snowman. Finally, Snowy got off the phone.
"They'll be right over!" Snowy said happily.
"You're a talking snowman!" the burglar said.
"Yes, and you tried to rob a little kids restaurant!" Snowy said.
"I wasn't going to steal anything, I just broke in here for a dare!" the burglar said, trying to break free from the robot chicken's grip. On closer inspection, Snowy saw it was just a kid, around sixteen, and he was dressed in a black coat and pants. Snowy felt a tingling sensation in his stomach, or that general area.
"Can I stuff this kid in that suit now?" Chica asked.
"I'm sorry, I don't speak Chinese," Snowy and the kid said together. The kid looked at Snowy.
"What kid of a dare was it?" Snowy asked the kid.
"My friend said he had heard weird rumors about the place at night, and dared me to go inside, get a ribbon he had left by the cashier as proof I actually came in, and get out," the kid said.
"That's silly!" Snowy said. "Nothing strange happens here! You're the most interesting thing I've encountered! Except for that bear…"
"So you won't have me arrested?" the kid asked hopefully.
"Never mind!" Snowy said into the phone. That was when they both realized he had called the pizzeria, not 911. Snowy hung up.
"Can you please tell this Mr. Happy Duck here to let me go?" the kid asked.
"Oh right!" Snowy said. "Can you drop him?"
Grumbling, Chica dropped the kid and walked away to go rip out some door controls.
"What's your name, kid?" Snowy asked.
"It's Jeremy. Jeremy Fitzgerald," the kid said, stumbling over to the door. "Thanks for not arresting me."
"Don't mention it!" Snowy said. "By the way, what's that smell?"
Jeremy sniffed the air. "I don't know."
"Strange. See you later, kid!" Snowy said, walking towards the office. Jeremy ran to go tell his friends what happened.
The six o'clock chime rang through the building. Snowy quickly ate his burger and walked out. He was at the sidewalk when he realized Jeremy had stolen the drink.
"Weird kid," Snowy said as Mike pulled up.
"Ready to go?" Mike asked.
"Yup!" Snowy said. "By the way, that Freddy Fazbear Suit in the Backstage stinks!"
"Have you been listening to my calls?" Mike asked, a little worried.
"No. Was I supposed to?" Snowy asked.
"Just listen tomorrow, alright?" Mike said. "Promise me that."
"I promise," Snowy said, raising his right hand.
"I'll get management to get ri- I mean clean the Freddy Fazbear Suit," Mike said, catching himself in time.
"Ok!" Snowy said, as Mike started driving away. "By the way, I saw a Yellow Bear today."
"I don't know what that would have been," Mike said, not looking at Snowy. "I'll look into it."
"Ok!" Snowy said as the sedan pulled to a stop in front of Ricky's house. He hopped out.
"Wait!" Mike called after him. "Your coupons!"
Snowy hopped back and grabbed the coupons. Then he hopped towards the house, looking at them.
Authors Note: There you have it. Snowy's third night and first encounter with a real burglar? Does Jeremy really count as a real burglar? To bad the suit stank so much. Well, please review your ideas and I am sorry for the wait. The next chapter will be an even longer wait. Have fun and have a Thankful Thursday!
Editors Note: Wow! This one was a doozy! Took forever! Glad I finished! I got distracted by other things. I will now be back on track with the updates! As always, have a Terrifying Tuesday!
