One action. One bad move was all it took for Kyell to fall into this whole mess of a pizzeria, this lame excuse for a safe place designed to bring joy to children. Well, by day it was safe, if nothing else, but he had the graveyard shift, the dangerous shift.
He was introduced to the true dangers of his job on his first night, but the second night seemed to be the worst night he has ever experienced. It had scarred him for his entire life.
Nights three and four were more or less the same as he began to get into the groove, knowing the movement patterns of all of the animatronics, with the exception of Foxy. He seemed to be just random for the entirety of the week.
But now this is his final night, and the true risk of taking the job is just now appearing. We all knew what the old generation was capable of. We all knew that it could happen at any moment, at any given time between the hours of 12 AM and 6 AM.
But nothing could prepare any of us three for such an incident like this. With Old Chica trapping Kyell in one of the corners of the office, it was clear to everyone that the mask hadn't fooled her a single bit. Old Bonnie and Old Freddy were both coming down the hallway, attracted by Kyell's sudden screams emanating from the office.
His voice alarmed everyone in the building. Freddy, who was busy watching his counterpart, was suddenly in the office. Chica, who was patrolling the left vent, couldn't see her counterpart from where she was. She started down that same vent when she heard Kyell.
But it was my fault that Old Chica had succeeded in reaching the office. It was my job to patrol the area around the right side vent, and now it will most likely cost Kyell his sanity, if not his life.
He cowered in the corner, sheltering himself with his arms. I sprinted down to the office as quickly as I could, but before I could reach the office, Freddy had grabbed Old Chica and pulled her away from Kyell.
She continued to struggle under Freddy's grasp. Freddy was struggling to hold her in place, to give Kyell a good window of time to do something. But he allowed it to pass—he simply just sat there, completely frozen in the corner.
Ugh. Kyell seemed to show no sign of movement. He was frozen in place, as this was the worst thing he's been through since his second night. Foxy's fifteen plus runs down to the office last night couldn't top the events of night two, as Kyell seemed to show no signs of anxiety for a good portion of that night.
Freddy tried to restrain Chica by the arms. It was working, although he had to put a lot of effort into actually trying to dragon her out of the office. As far as shutting her off went, I had no idea where the switch might be, and trying to find out would be too risky. Having Freddy look for it would allow Old Chica to escape his grasp and take Kyell to Parts & Service, and having someone else look for it while Freddy holds her still would leave one of the other old animatronics open to close in on Kyell.
I snuck into the room and grabbed Kyell by the arm. He stared at me with a frightened expression as I dragged him to his spot under the desk. He went limp once I sat him up. Still holding his arm, I checked the wristwatch that was attached to it.
"You're going to be fine," I say. "Breathe. Calm down. It's 4:55. You have thirty-nine hundred seconds left in your shift. Then you can run off to the thing that makes you happiest and forget everything that went down here concerning you and these animatronics. Okay?" I nodded in front of him fiercely.
Something slid across the top of the desk and fell on the floor. I saw that it was an endoskeleton hand. The fingers twitched before going limp on the tile.
I looked toward the entrance to the office, which was where this struggle between Freddy and Old Chica had gone. She attempted to break free from Freddy's grasp using only her left hand. I watched as out of frustration, Freddy ripped off Old Chica's other hand, pulling out several wires along with it. He tossed the now useless thing down the hallway. It slid down the corridor, and I listened until it stopped, bumping into a wall.
Glancing at where Old Chica's hands used to be, there were now two small, useless stumps. A tiny wire was visible on one side.
Freddy continued to drag her back down the hallway. She continued to struggle, but the lack of hands had sealed the deal. She is going back to Parts & Service now, no matter what might happen.
Kyell's wristwatch hit 5:00. He breathed heavily, and for a moment cringed. He looked like he could puke at any given moment now, so I cleared the area, keeping watch from near the left vent. His flashlight was still in the corner.
I checked the left vent with its light. There was nothing there, so I decided to take the flashlight in hand and shine it down the hallway for a split second.
Foxy flew over my head again. When Kyell noticed him in the office, he flipped on the mask, but not before Foxy was able to get up and start his way back toward Parts & Service.
Foxy twitched several times as he continued to stare at Kyell. Kyell's chest didn't move—he was holding his breath. His fear was contagious, and apprehensively, I began to approach the pirate fox.
Then he began to saunter off down the hallway. How anticlimactic. His head was drooping as he faded out into the darkness of the hallway. Parts & Service it is, then.
The lights in the building flickered a bit. The single bulb that lit up the office was about to die, its light fading. It wasn't noticeable, but the difference between the beginning of the night and now was huge. At this point, we could barely see the entrance to the hallway.
Kyell relied completely on his flashlight. He was now acting as if the light in the room had already gone out. He held the left vent light down, finding Old Bonnie approaching. He was sweating, and tears continued to roll down his cheeks as his anxiety continued to reach out for him.
Freddy returned. "Well, she should be taken care of for the night," he says, throwing Old Chica's left hand onto the desk. He picked up the tablet and opened it, finding his counterpart in the far left party room.
I ripped the fan on the table from its outlet and tossed it into the left vent to try to stall Old Bonnie and buy Kyell a bit more time to recover.
Kyell gasped suddenly. He shook his head, snatched the tablet from Freddy, and closed it. He then proceeded to flip the mask back down over his face.
"What?" I ask.
He blinked several times, shaking his head even more. He even went as far as hitting himself a few times. "Nothing. All is fine," he says, taking the mask off.
I highly doubted it, but there was nothing to prove something was wrong. Maybe he was just imagining things. Hallucinating, that's what. Going insane after five full nights with the chance of death increasing with every second.
6:00 AM drew nearer and nearer and nearer, and the office grew darker, and darker, and darker. Around 5:20, the lack of any light in the office forced Kyell to keep his flashlight on constantly, but whether or not it could another last forty minutes was a question that loomed over everyone's heads. Less than ten minutes later, the light bulb died, and it plunged to the floor, breaking upon impact.
Now the flashlight was the last thing that Kyell had left. It was the only source of light for the rest of the night. I tried out one of the vent lights. It clicked, and the light came on, but in a few seconds it also died. I tried the light again. Nothing.
The same thing happened with the other vent light. Freddy tried it out, but the light wouldn't work after a few seconds.
"Everyone's here?" asks Freddy. Now Kyell's flashlight began to grow dimmer.
Kyell flashed his light around the room. He opened the tablet, and it provided a tiny bit of light, but not enough to be put to use.
I listened for footsteps. I listened as something crawled through the vents, and I heard some clicking down the hallway, closing in on the office.
Kyell used the last bit of his flashlight to look down the hallway. Peering down the corridor for what could be the last time tonight, I spotted something at the very end of the passage. It didn't look real—the apparition seemed to be faded out, and there was nothing but a head. The eyes were black.
I concluded that it was another hallucination. There's nothing to worry about—they aren't real, right? There's no way such a thing as a random floating yellow ghost head could pose any threat against all of us.
Kyell aimed the light down one of the vents, the one with the fan in it, and found nothing. Then he lit up the hallway again, and there was nothing there. He checked his wristwatch again. "5:50!" he exclaims, growing anxious to see how this night will turn out. "I'm really hoping my flashlight can last another ten minutes."
Another minute passed, and the flashlight's battery began to die off, taking Kyell's confidence with it. As the office continued to darken gradually, so did his emotions. Tears were once again rolling down his cheeks. His face and neck were soaked with sweat from both the lack of a fan in the middle of summer and his stress.
He wiped some of the sweat off with his sleeve, checking his wristwatch every few seconds. "Come on! Let it be 6:00 already!" he says, his voice almost rising to a shout. It echoed throughout the corridors.
Then Kyell's flashlight finally died. Nothing was visible. Everything was just a sea of blackness as I tried to find my way through the office.
Old Freddy laughed, and such a deep voice was followed by a short series of footsteps. Kyell whimpered in fear, probably under the desk again.
Everyone sat in complete silence. Time seemed to freeze in place. Kyell stopped breathing. All sounds of footsteps, all ambient sounds had silenced themselves, putting the entire building to rest.
Then I felt myself falling into blank space. I swam in the void of darkness looking for a way out of this mess. Yet no matter how much I flailed my limbs, I caught nothing but thin air, and felt nothing but the sensation of free falling into oblivion.
I was in a room. What I saw in front of me was no longer darkness, no longer the office. Rather, it was a different room. I glanced to my left, seeing a small doorway with two buttons on the side. The top one, which was red, was labeled 'DOOR' and the white one on the bottom said 'LIGHT'. Then I glanced to my right, seeing the same two buttons, but the door was closed. Looking behind me, I saw a pink cupcake set neatly on top of a monitor. It had two huge eyes, both of them staring at a single point in the office.
I turned to what it faced. What I saw there was a naked endoskeleton looking at a device of some sorts. It breathed heavily, which I thought was weird because robots don't pant like that.
It began to lower its tablet, and right away, I pounced on him. It screamed—I grabbed the legs and began to drag it out of the office, through the narrow hallway. It required some serious clothing. Fortunately for it, I knew exactly where to take it.
That place was backstage, where all of the spare parts and costumes were. There was an empty Freddy Fazbear suit in there that should do the trick with this one.
As it continued to struggle beneath my grasp, I used huge lavender paws to silence it. It was becoming obnoxious to have to listen to it, saying something about being a person or something. It didn't fool me—this was obviously an endoskeleton without its costume on.
I opened the door to the back room and tossed it in. Then I slammed the door shut and locked it so it couldn't escape. When it turned around, it backed away from me right into the wall.
I looked around the room for the spare costume and found it propped up against the wall. The naked endoskeleton was now clawing at the door, pleading to leave the room. Of course, I paid no attention to it as I prepared the suit, seeing the agglomeration of wires and crossbars in the costume.
Mask first. I disconnected it from the costume and plopped it down on the naked endoskeleton's head, covering it completely before I readjusted it to where the eyes were visible. Then I went on and took heed to the rest of the body, starting with the legs, then the torso. In the middle of it, the naked endoskeleton stopped moving.
It sat down on the table. I beheld my finished masterpiece, this completed work of keeping the rules of the restaurant intact. Pride took over as I continued to observe it. One of the eyes had popped out, and the other was rolling around in its socket, but that was something that could be easily fixed.
The clock outside struck six, and the morning bells rung. As I continued to stare at it, my vision flickered. What I saw as an endoskeleton inside that suit was no longer an endoskeleton. Rather, what I found in front of me was a Freddy Fazbear costume with a human body inside. Blood began to pour out of the costume around the eyes and the mouth, making a complete mess of a perfectly good suit.
But that was the least of my concerns. There was a human body inside that suit! I grabbed the back of the neck, disconnecting the mask from the body. I ripped it off, threw it onto a shelf, and proceeded to strip it from the rest of the suit.
When the entire body was uncovered, I found blood. Just a huge pool of blood surrounded the body that laid limp on the floor. One eye hung by its stem, just hovering over the floor.
I dropped to my knees. "I did this," I say to myself, reaching behind my neck. I disconnected the mask from the body and stared at it. "You did this…"
Something pulled me back to reality. My eyes widened, and I shot myself straight backward, crashing right into a wall. I slid down the surface back to the ground. Taking a look at myself, I noticed my hands were blue again, no longer lavender paws.
I was back in the office. All of the lights in the hallways were on, meaning it must now be morning. A flashlight rolled along the ground toward me. Curiously, I picked it up and switched it on. It responded with nothing but a click.
"Useless thing," I mutter, throwing it across the office into an endoskeleton hand.
Then I realized something was off. Kyell was missing!
Oh wait. It's morning already. That means he should have left by now. Judging from how he was acting last night, it was quite possible that he just left his flashlight and burst out of the building right when his watch turned to 6:00 AM.
Getting up, I left the office. I shook my head clear of whatever just went through me. That was something completely foreign to me. I blinked several times to keep trying to empty it out of my head.
Out of habit, I decided to check Parts & Service. The lights inside were all turned on, providing a clear view of everything inside. There were no shadows in the room, nothing strange. Just the four old generation animatronics along with everything else that should be inside.
Then there was the empty Freddy Fazbear suit. I turned toward where I remembered it was, but it wasn't there. Rather, it was on the other side of the room, sitting against the wall.
I could have broken down right there if I knew that this was real. The entire night was a fight between reality and imagination, and I still didn't trust what I was seeing.
But it was real—it was all real. I touched it, and it moved. That was enough to prove to me that this was real.
Looking up at the face, I saw a bit of blood leaking out of the mouth, hinting to me that something was inside the suit. I observed every detail around the mouth area closely, but found nothing. Then I moved on to the eyes.
The right eye hung from a stem.
