Giving off some hints to the identities of the animatronics now. :3

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Ryan looked down at his paper and he sighed. He had to finish this stupid thing by 6, and so far, he wasn't doing as well as he'd hoped. He untied his hair, ruffled it a bit, and then tied it back up, trying to keep himself awake. He had two more hours to go, two more hours and then he could go home. That would be it. God, this job took forever to complete... it was his second night as well.

"Are you going to quit tomorrow?" Hiro asked curiously. "Usually they'd talk about quitting after one night of this. On average, security guards last only two nights." Ryan only shook his head.

"I'm going to stay here as long as I can," he replied quietly. "I still want to find Crazy and I'm pretty desperate right now. Mom and Dad are struggling to pay for Max's college funds now as it is and I chose to pay for myself. This place is my only chance until I find another job..."

Realizing that he hadn't listened to Crazy's second recording, he pressed the needed button on the phone. "Yo! Hi, hi! Looks like you made it to the second night!" her cheery voice greeted. "I made a discovery after I made my first recording! There's a friendly spirit here. Say "Hi!" Hiro!" There was the sound of what Ryan guessed was his sister shoving the phone in someone's direction.

"No, really, Kerry, I don't wanna!" Hiro's protesting voice said, but it seemed she had won the scuffle, for he was speaking later. "Hi, I'm Hiro Hamada." The phone was heard being pulled away now.

"He's waiting for his big brother to pick him up, so I'm gonna be the big sis until then! I hope he manages to move on before you arrive, though," Crazy said. Ryan wasn't sure what she would think if she knew that Hiro had met the new security guard. "Ah, so, I think I should say a few things. There's a fox in the hallway that doesn't seem affected by the head-mask, or so I've heard. The best thing to do is to flash lights at it until it goes away." More instructions droned on until the recording ended.

Ryan, tonight, showed no signs of reaction to his older sister's voice. Having been here for one night already, getting worked up over her disappearance may be the least of his worries. As much as he wanted to fuss over her and see if she was alright, he knew that he had more important matters to attend to and the first was to survive. If he died, how the hell was he going to find Crazy?

"I wonder why these things even go after us in the first place," he muttered, going through the cameras and winding up the music box. "I'm a damn security guard, it's not like I did anything to them..."

Hiro looked through the hallway and vents. "Maybe a security guard did something and now they have a grudge against all of them," he suggested. "That's what Kerry said before. She noticed that they never seem to hurt anyone else." He returned to the desk and sat down. "Still, who would program them like that? Was the restaurant too cheap to make sure they function properly?"

"I dunno, but the programming is horrible and this place sucks." It was like, 'Hey, we pay you minimum wage and there are killer bots out to get you! Okay, see you tomorrow!' Seriously, who came up with that? "It's kinda like telling someone that they may die but you're paying them for it."

"That would be much more truthful," the spirit commented. "But then no one would work if they told the truth. Well, maybe they don't need security guards. The animatronics can take care of things themselves." Check the vents... "Left!" He next heard the rustle of a mask being put on and then a robotic noise moved away.

"I thought the job was all about keeping the bots in check," Ryan replied, giving Hiro a confused look. "Or was that what Crazy told me to do?" Unless they were supposed to check for meddlesome kids—killing them would be out of the question, you stupid bots—AND deal with killing machines, Ryan was pretty sure that they only had to do the latter. Besides, what would kids be doing here in the middle of the god damn night?

...Hiro didn't count.

"It's just protocol to say that the bots need to be kept in check, but they're fine on their own," the ghost said with a shrug. "They only seem to go after security guards, for some reason." He hardly noticed that something had walked into the room.

"...ro?"

Hiro jumped at the robotic yet familiar voice. It couldn't have been... "Ryan, mask on!" The guard, who had been busy checking the cameras, scrambled for the mask.

"H... r... oooooo...?"

"Hiro?" Ryan was tempted to take off his mask, but he knew better than to do that. But how did the bot know the kid's name? That was rather creepy. The voice almost sounded... female. Like a woman's voice, someone as old as his mother.

"H… rr… ooooooooo..." There it was again. He could have sworn that voice sounded like a woman's, that it almost took on the sorrowed tone, a sound only a broken-hearted mother could make.

"A-Aunt Cass?" Hiro, shocked, peeked over at the animatronic, but had to look away upon seeing it. He couldn't look at it for long. This was one of the really broken ones, one that never got to walk around during the day.

The guard managed to take a glimpse at the robot. It was a really old, beaten up chicken, the older Chica. It seemed to want to look around the desk, but it left the office anyway. The robot's head continued to look back, appearing to be reluctant to leave. When it was gone, Ryan felt that it was safe enough to take off the mask.

The hiding spirit had also watched, but kept out of the robot's sight. "That... that sounded like my aunt," he muttered. "Why? Why did it sound like Aunt Cass? How did it know me?" If he didn't need to make sure the security guard survived the night, he might have gone after the animatronic.

Ryan wasn't sure how to answer that. He wasn't an expert on this kind of stuff, how was he supposed to explain this? Sure, he'd been interested in supernatural things for a while, but that didn't really mean that he was going to be able to say: "Oh yeah, your aunt probably died horribly and her soul got trapped in an animatronic." It wasn't that easy, you know.

It was clear Hiro was shaken, though, but the only thing they could do at the moment was continue to watch for more animatronics. Without anything to talk about, not like Hiro wanted to talk anyways, they silently dealt with the rest of the night. The only thing they could think about was the old Chica's strange connection with the ghost.

Ryan yawned when the clock struck six. The store would open a bit late today, he heard, so he may as well explore. Now that the animatronics went back to their places, the guard could roam and hopefully find clues to his sister's whereabouts. "Hiro, do you mind giving me a tour?" he asked as he got up from his seat.

"Yes, bitch, I mind," Hiro deadpanned, giving Ryan a stone-cold look, though it never reached his eyes. He seemed like he was trying not to smirk.

The security guard grimaced a bit, but smiled as well. "Yeesh, where did you learn to curse?" he asked sarcastically. Probably the bot fighters or something. "C'mon, let's go." He waited for Hiro to show him around. Though he had seen the general layout from the camera, there were obvious blind spots, especially in the staff areas, where Ryan could possibly find documents or other things.

The first place to go to was the prize room, where Hiro said Crazy liked to hang around before and after shift. "I remember she put something here, next to the puppet box," the ghost said. "A note, yes." There was a piece of paper hidden in a slit in the box. "I can't touch it, but she said to lead the next guy over here in case she… fails... I was hoping I didn't have to do that, though…" Ryan wasn't sure what he meant by 'fails,' but he was seriously hoping that it wasn't as bad as Hiro made it sound.

"O-kay…" He reached for the paper, half-expecting the puppet to jump out and grab him, but the box remained closed. So he shrugged and took the paper, opening it and he began to read the letter. "If the puppet happens to be out of its box, but not chasing, observe it every once in a while. You will see that it cries and makes some kind of noise…?" The puppet shouldn't have been crying unless it really was a spirit. Maybe it was torn between anger and despair…

Why would it be? Ryan had been buried deep in his thoughts to really hear the ghost warn him about something and before he could react, a hand grabbed his collar and yanked him away from the puppet. Startled, Ryan took a step back and grabbed the person's wrist with one hand and kept it in such a tight grip that he could have sworn he heard a crack. When the hand was pulled away, he spun around and kicked the person in the stomach and jumped back, watching the person fall on his back and groaning in pain.

It wasn't until he actually realized that the person was another security guard. Throughout the entire thing, Hiro watched and snickered that an older man got his ass whooped by a nineteen-year-old.

"Er… whoops," the night guard muttered. "What to do, what to do…" He can't just leave, considering that the camera just got him and he might as well sign a resignation form.

"Geez, kid, you're jumpy in a really violent way," the guard muttered and he pulled himself up. "What are you doing so close to the puppet anyways?" Ryan wasn't sure how he was going to answer that. Desperate for a way out, he turned to Hiro, but the ghost had disappeared.

"Uh…" He looked at the paper in his hand. "My… my sister left something there. Finally found it, I guess!" Awkwardly, he moved away from the day guard and towards the exit. "Sorry for kicking you. Gotta go!" With that, Ryan hurried away. If he could, he probably would say a quick farewell to Hiro, but he didn't want to seem out of his mind.

Looks like he was going to change a habit or two for the next night.