Night 4
"Hold on! Hold on!" Marge said. Holding cake in her paws, she went to deliver it to six children. While she was giving out the cake, she could see a 7th crying child outside of the restaurant. She could see him through the glass window. As she watched, a purple car pulled up behind the child. The Purple Guy came out of it and approached the child. The child stopped crying for a little bit and stared at the man, only to start crying even harder as the man killed him.
Marge was horrified at what she saw. She looked down and saw the six remaining children surrounding her. She heard the music box began to play and she looked up. From the darkness, the puppet lunged.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Marge was not able to sleep for the rest of the day.
"Hello? Hello? Uh, hey there, night four! I told you you'd get the hang of it!"
"Marge just murmured in agreement, not really listening.
"Ok, so uh, just to update you, uh, there's been somewhat of an, uh, investigation going on. Uh, we may end up having to close for a few days... I don't know. I want to emphasize though that it's really just a precaution. Uh, Fazbear Entertainment denies any wrongdoing. These things happen sometimes. Um... It'll all get sorted out in a few days. Just keep an eye on things and I'll keep you posted."
Marge perked up when she heard this. "Investigation?" Marge asked herself. Could it have anything to do with my dreams?"
"Uh, just as a side note though, try to avoid eye contact with any of the animatronics tonight if you can. Someone may have tampered with their facial recognition systems - we're not sure. But the characters have been acting very unusual, almost aggressive towards the staff. They interact with the kids just fine, but when they encounter an adult, they just...stare."
Marge felt her spine chill.
"Uh...Anyways, hang tight. It'll all pass. Good night!"
"Good night" Marge said. Marge was getting worried. Ever since she started this job, she's been having these awful dreams about the restaurant. At first, she thought they were just anxiety dreams about having a new job. But as they got more and more disturbing, she began to realize they meant something. Something terrible.
Marge never the less continued her work. She wound the music box when needed. When an animatronic came into the office, she flipped on the head in less than a second. All in all, she did pretty well for most of the night.
Marge was checking the cameras when she came across the back room. She saw Foxy standing by himself. He looked sad. Marge checked the vents. She saw faceless Bonnie in the left vent and broken-jawed Chica in the right vent. She lowered the monitor to see Withered Freddy standing in the hallway. She gulped.
"Okay it'll be fine." Marge told herself as she flipped the head on. Freddy entered the room. Bonnie and Chica entered the office from there respective vents soon after. The three decommissioned animatronics stood before Marge, studying her. Marge felt her very soul tremble in fear. Eventually the three animatronics left the office just in time for Foxy to arrive in the hallway.
"Ahhhhh!" Marge screamed as she violently shun the flashlight in Foxy's face. Foxy left soon after.
Marge breathe a sigh of relief when she heard a child giggle. She checked the vents and saw BB again.
"This is starting to get annoying." Marge said as she flipped the head on. BB left.
The 6 a.m. bell rang. Marge was very grateful for that. "I think I need to quit this job."
(One more night to go.)