As a Nightguard
Story Five
Thankfully, after that one night of drunkenness, the alcohol had worn off of the animatronics. If it hadn't, the next day's performance would've gone downhill fast.
Anyway, I couldn't stop remembering the time that Chica had put that green bag of foul smells in my office. I knew what the vengeance center of my brain wanted: PAYBACK!
I knew what I needed for my payback plan:
1. My dad.
2. An empty smoke grenade.
3. A good hiding spot.
Okay, DON'T… just DON'T ask how I got my Dad's gas into the smoke grenade. DON'T!
Don't ask how I convinced him to do it, either.
Anyway, I needed a hiding spot, preferably in the kitchen so I could jump out and throw the fart filled smoke grenade as she came in. The gas in the smoke grenade was probably the equivalent of tear gas, so I'd have to get out of there after I threw it.
In the daytime, I asked if I could help the chefs in the kitchen. I'm not allowed to tell you what they put in those pizzas, but that's not what we're here to talk about.
(DON'T EAT THOSE PIZZAS! DON'T!)
I inspected the kitchen as I helped. There was a door that led to the freezer. I don't know for sure, but I think they substituted the tiny pieces of sausage with soggy dog food. I hope not.
I figured I'd hide in the freezer until she came in. Then, I'd pull the pin, burst out the freezer door, throw the tear gas substitute at Chica, and sprint back to my office.
That night, I put my plan into action. I hid in the freezer and waited for Chica to come in. After FIVE hours, she finally came in. I waited for her to start messing with the forks and knives before I went out.
Finally, ready to get payback, I pulled the pin. I opened the door…
Oh, I'm sorry. I meant to say that I didn't open the door. I had accidentally locked myself in.
Here's the situation:
I'm sitting there; unable to escape. I was being killed by tear gas. I tried to kick to door down. I was kussing like a sailor, and Chica knew I was there.
After what seemed like an hour of chocking to death, Chica finally opened the freezer door.
"Having a few problems there, Mike?" She asked.
"SHADDUP!" I ordered as I tried to breath.
She started laughing and finally said something:
"I'm giving you a ten second head start before I go back into killing mode."
"Oh fffff….." I was gone before I could finish talking.
It was six a.m. when I got back to my office. Time to go home after failed bay back.