(A/N: This is where my writing starts to improve. You guys probably won't notice much of a difference, since I've been editing the previous chapters to fix mistakes and improve the grammar and such, but if you look closely you'll be able to see something. This is also where this story starts to get long, the next chapter, night 4, is twice as long as night 3, so if you like lengthy chapters you're in for a bit of a treat :D)


Nightmares and Whispers

I got to my apartment, but I for a little while I was just sitting in my car. I just couldn't believe that I was having hallucinations. That image of Bonnie without his eyes just stuck in my mind, I couldn't get it out. All of this raised so many questions in my mind. Why did Bonnie take his eyes out? Why was I hallucinating? Who was whispering to me? Unfortunately I had no answers for the many questions in my head.

After about ten minutes trying to find answers, I went to go take a shower. I ended up taking twice as long as I normally do, since I was still trying to figure things out. I was thinking so hard that I had trouble making a sandwich. To make things worse, I could hardly even stomach it. When I realised that I thought about this for over half an hour, I gave up and went to sleep.

I dreamt that I was a child, running around in the pizzeria with the other kids. It was a time when the stage animatronics were walking around, telling people to enjoy their pizza. Everyone fell silent when Freddy played his jingle. It felt just like old times. Everything about it felt real, until Freddy ripped his head off. For some reason the other kids were cheering while Bonnie started scraping his eyes out. Things got way out of hand when Chica's jaw was chattering. A kid got too close and had his arm bitten off. The animatronics' faces started decaying right before my eyes, but the kids were still cheering. It smelled like death.

I started hearing those robotic voices from the previous night and nearly started crying. I ran off to the exit, but the doors faded away, replaced by the walls. I ran to the table where my parents were sitting, but I found them lying on the ground next to Foxy, who had blood dripping from his mouth. He started chasing me. I was faster than him, but the other animatronics were blocking my path. He lifted me by my shirt using his hook and threw me against the wall where the doors once were. I stood up and saw the main animatronics with their backs facing me. Suddenly, they all turned to face me, Freddy without his face, Bonnie without his eyes, Chica with a blood stained mouth. They all whispered,

It's ME

I woke up on the floor, trembling. I must have fallen off my bed. It was 10 AM, which meant that I got less than 4 hours of sleep. I remembered what happened in the dream and immediately ran to call my parents. I was so happy when my mom answered the phone. I spoke to her with a very shaky voice, so she obviously asked what was wrong. I just told her that I had a nightmare where both she and my dad died and wanted to make sure they were okay, saying nothing about the animatronics. Heck, she didn't even know that I was working. I thought it was best that it was just me that knew about this. We spoke about some other things before ending the call.

I thought about the nightmare and the hallucinations. This job was driving me insane. Was it even the job? The last time I had a scarring nightmare was when I was a child. I don't recall having nightmares throughout my teenage years, since it takes a lot to scare me. I thought back to the nightmare I had after my first shift. It wasn't unnatural, since it was a result of a horrifying experience. Just like the whispers and the hallucinations, this nightmare had no explanation. Where were they coming from? I tried thinking about it, but my mind felt blocked. Then I heard another whisper,

Please

It sounded like the whisperer was pleading with me. Please? Please what? I just heard sobbing. It was echoing, so I knew it wasn't anybody near me. It had to have been a spiritual entity that was whispering to me. The whispers were real. Who was whispering to me? Was it one of the children's spirits? It had to be. Who else would it be?

I thought of the manager. He should've given me a phone call, but there wasn't a word from him, not even a text message. Did he really trust that I would be there for the rest of the week? I doubted it. I shoved him out of my mind because of my grumbling stomach. I made a nice breakfast for myself at 3 PM. After a very enjoyable meal, I felt a growing headache, probably from all the thinking and the lack of sleep. I felt exhausted, so I decided to get back to sleep.

After a solid 20 minutes of tossing and turning, I finally fell asleep. I dreamt that I was a child in the pizzeria again. I was all alone, only Freddy keeping me company. He seemed odd, slightly smaller and with almost no robotic joints, but more human. He led me through the halls, I saw crying faces drawn on the walls. We walked past Pirate Cove, the sign said 'Please save us'. We got backstage and I noticed lots of teeth on the floor. I stepped on something squishy. Freddy told me to turn around, so I did. The last thing I felt before I woke up was a sharp pain in my back, with the violet tip of a knife sticking out of my chest.

With wide eyes, I felt my chest. It was fine. I felt rejuvenated and full of energy. Despite the darkness of my dream, it was a really good sleep session. I thought of the sign, 'Please save us'. Was that what the whisperer wanted, for me to save the kids? I couldn't have done that, since I had no idea this even happened until recently. This must be the way that the child is using to explain what's happening, through my dreams. I only wish I could talk to the poor kid. He or she could probably read my thoughts, so I guess my communication is done by thinking. I checked the time, 20 minutes until midnight. I slept for over 8 hours, and I had to get ready for my shift. While I was driving, I was thinking about why I slept for so long. I thanked the kid for letting me get enough sleep. I needed it.