I practically praised the little cupcake, CK, for saving me. Even my mother had cooed over the little creature when she saw it sitting on the counter when she got home. Though, she didn't know it was actually pretty much alive.

My school day went by relatively fast, unfortunately. I didn't want to go back to that horrific pizzeria. It's been twice now that I've almost been stuffed in a stuff. Just thinking about it sent chills up my spine and made me go pale in the face.

But there was also another problems.

Some teens from school had found out about the fact that I work at the pizzeria as a night guard. For fun, they wanted me to let them in tonight. They believed the place was haunted and had dared each other to spend a night there. Five freaking teens. Of course, when I said "No", I was nearly pummeled.

"Listen here, Wallaby. You're gonna let us in that building, and you're not gonna tell anyone about it. Understand?" I flinched and nodded my head vigorously. He grinned. "Good."

And the daylights were knocked from me.

I awoke an hour later, sluggish and still laying on the school grounds. My hand tenderly brushed against my eye which I was sure was blue and black. I sighed and stood up, grabbing my stuff. Mom was probably wondering why I wasn't home yet.

I walked home, stumbling on the sidewalk and partially on the road. After a few minutes, a car pulled up beside me. It was our neighbors car, a sweet old lady that we called . She frequently invites my mother and I to her house for dinner, or lunch, or brunch. Just anything. She was extremely generous. Not to mention the many different plants and animals she had. She lived in a large two story house, and had a couple of cats and dogs, two ferrets, three hamsters, a guinea pig, two lovebirds, surprisingly a small snake, a large aquarium with all sorts of fish and other underwater creatures, and a few animals outside in the large yard behind her house. Oh, and did I mention that she was rich? She had so much money, it was like she could buy anything she wanted.

Anyways, the 55 year old woman rolled down her window as the car came to a stop. "Cally? Are you alright?" I tried to nod, but my head only swayed. "Oh, Cally! What happened to you? Here, get in the car, I'll take you home." The sweet woman got out of the car and gently dragged me to the passenger side and helped me sit.

When we pulled in the driveway, my mother came rushing out. " ! Have you seen- Oh, Cally!" She ran toward me, and upon noticing my bruised face, gently brushed her thumb across it. I flinched. "What happened?" Time for another excuse.

"I fell down the stairs when school ended." She squinted her eyes at me, trying to see through my lie, but couldn't get past my poker face. "Alright. Go get some rest." She looked at . "Thank you for bringing Callaby home." The woman smiled, her eyes creating crows feet when she did. "It's no problem at all. You have a nice night." "You, too."

After a much needed rest, I was almost physically prepared for work. But not mentally. I slipped on a pair of black shorts, figuring I would probably be doing much running tonight. I put on my black and white Nike shoes and a grey and black striped tank top. Then I once again put on my favorite navy blue hoodie, with CK sitting in his rightful spot just under my chin.

My mom was letting me use her bike to go to work now, she didn't like the idea of me walking and taking so long to get there and come back. It made her a little anxious.

I showed up at the pizzeria at 11:47 and saw the other teens waiting. Jackson, Taylor, Kenzie, Austin, and Jace.

I sighed as I approached. And then I pretty much laid down the law. "Alright, listen. When we go into the building, what I say, goes. Understand? If not, well...let's just say you'll be surprised when you what really happens here at night." Jackson was about to throw in a comment, a smirk plastered on his face, until I interrupted him by unlocking the door and slamming it open. My footsteps stormed through the dining area, and I swore the animatronics stiffened. I was furious.

"I brought guests." I growled out to the animatronics. Chica flinched, surprisingly. I thought they couldn't move before hours? I narrowed my eyes at them and sauntered to my office. "Follow me." I grumbled, and they did as told.

Just a couple of minutes before 12:00, the phone rang.

"Shouldn't you answer that?"

I glared at Taylor. "I know what I'm doing. It's just a recording." I shouldn't have let them listen to it.

"Hello, hello? Hey! Hey, wow, day 4. I knew you could do it."

The others gave me odd looks. "It was the night guard before me." I answered with a poker face, which didn't last throughout the message.

"Uh, hey, listen, I may not be around to send you a message tomorrow. *banging*"

"Wait, what was that?" Kenzie asked with narrowed eyes. I didn't answer.

"It's-It's been a bad night here for me. Um, I-I'm kinda glad that I recorded my messages for you *clears throat* uh, when I did."

I gulped.

"Uh, hey, do me a favor. *banging* Maybe sometime, uh, you could check inside those suits in the back room? *banging* I'm gonna to try to hold out until someone checks. Maybe it won't be so bad. *bang bang*"

"Damnit, answer us, Wallaby! What does he mean? Is this a prank?" I looked at Jace with wide eyes. "I-I told you guys you shouldn't come here. You should've listened." I mumbled quietly. They all stood there, with confusion on their faces.

"Uh, I-I-I-I always wondered what was in all those empty heads back there. *chime plays*."

"What the-" Jackson started but was interrupted by Phone Guy.

"You know...*deep moan* oh, no - *noises followed by a loud screech and static*"

They were all terror stricken after hearing the message. I gave them a look that pretty much said 'Now do you see what I mean?' Taylor slumped down to the floor, looking pretty much traumatized. "Who was that?" I shrugged. "Don't know. Never found out his name, so I just called him Phone Guy. I guess-" I gulped. "-I guess he's dead...the animatronics stuffed him in one of the suits. I tried to tell you guys not to come." I was suddenly very angry. I stood up outraged. "Why couldn't you just listen? God, I tried to save you all but you didn't listen to me! Because nobody listens to Wallaby!" I sneered. They looked anywhere but at me. I slumped down in my office chair and rubbed my hands across my face. My lips parted, released a half sob, half chuckle.

"Now we're all dead meat."