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Chapter 10 - Night 3 Part 2

I stared at the screen, feeling my eye twitch slightly as I comprehended what I was seeing.

Freddy was missing...

Freddy was missing...

Freddy wa- Shit, Foxy!

My head shot up as I looked at the door, my hand about to hit the button when I remembered, Bonnie was outside, I'd never opened it.

I breathed slowly, trying to get a grip as I quickly checked my right, barely flinching when Foxy started banging on the door.

I winced though as I watch my power levels drop by 4%, leaving me with 16%, and it was only 5:14AM, would I have enough?

My right was clear, and Foxy stopped banging on my left door after a few seconds, his heavy metal footsteps receding down the hall as I checked my left, Freddy temporarily forgotten.

I swore as Bonnie's shadow appeared on the wall when I turned on the light, my door still closed.

"Go away!" I yelled in a panicked voice, knowing full well it would probably do nothing. "Nobody likes you!"

I checked on Pirates Cove, relived to see the curtains still fully drawn. I suddenly remembered Freddy and that I has no idea where he was.

I began a frantic search for him, keeping a close eye on my power levels. I had no idea what Freddy would do, I didn't even know that he could walk around, though I'd assumed he could, seeing as everyone else could.

I was worried that he'd be like Foxy, only sneakier, and I had no way of telling if he was coming. Or maybe he was worse, maybe, unlike the others, he had no seemingly set rules in where he could be, and could camp outside my doors, or just walk in, instead of the others that seemed to freeze whenever you looked at them, with the exception of Foxy.

I searched the cameras, my heart racing as I also kept the other animatronics at bay. It was fifteen minutes later, with 12% power, and on the verge of a full blown panic when I finally found him.

I first noticed what looked like two small lights in the back of the Dining area, on but not illuminating anything.

I noticed them, but didn't think of it until later, when I came back and took a closer look, noticing a vague outline around the two lights.

That's when I realized it was Freddy. The two lights were his eyes, glowing creepily, and the outline was his body, almost invisible.

I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing where Freddy calmed me slightly and I felt much better as I checked my right slamming the door down in Chica's face with out so much as a second glance.

My left door was still closed, Bonnie had been lingering outside for almost record time now, and it was starting to get on my nerves as I swore, hoping that he would go away soon.

I checked on Foxy, who had drawn the curtain back slightly, and was peaking out, his golden eye glowing dimly. I flipped him the bird through the camera, before moving to the Dining area, right as the screen turned to static.

Another deep, slow, laugh resounded through the building, making me shiver as the sound of running, muffled footsteps reached my ears.

Out of instinct, I quickly reached for the left door button, the sound of running footsteps usually meaning that Foxy was on the move, but stopped myself once again, I still hadn't raised the door.

I shook my head, shaking the camera slightly, hopping to rid the static more quickly. It seemed to work, and the camera cleared again, revealing the empty Dining area.

I cursed, and began searching for Freddy again when music reached my ears. It was faint, coming from the opposite side of the building, and was eerily beautiful, sounding slightly familiar.

I shivered, feeling my blood run cold at the spooky music, and began looking for the source.

After about a minute of throughly searching most of the cameras for Freddy, knowing now how difficult it was to spot Freddy, I forced myself to put it down, and resume a normal pattern.

Check left, check right, check Foxy, look for Freddy, repeat.

After about another fifteen minutes later, I found him in the kitchen. The music had paused every now and then, but had started back up again after a couple minutes. Up to that point, I'd searched every room to where I knew where practically every speck of dust was, and I'd began to panic again.

How could a animatronic that was so big, just disappear? It didn't make sense! The only two cameras I hadn't checked were the kitchen and Parts and Service, because their cameras were out, so why should I? I knew that Chica would occasionally go in the kitchen and make a racket, but other then that, none of the others went in as far as I knew.

Well, I was wrong, Chica wasn't the only one. Having nowhere else to look, I decided to check the two rooms.

I clicked on the Parts and Service camera, and the screen went black, but there were no glowing eyes or anything, no music either.

I just about screamed though when sound suddenly burst from the screen. "Hey Mike!" I slammed the tablet down into my lap with a yell, having completely unexpected the sudden voices.

I stared at the screen, my heart feeling like it was about to jump out of my chest, wondering who the hell had said that, when I remembered the Toys. They most have seen the small red light for the camera come on, and had decided to say hi, almost causing me to have a heart attack in the process.

I wasn't sure completely how to take this. There I was, fighting for my life, and they were just going around scaring the living day lights out of me and yelling 'Hey Mike!'.

I gave a humorless laugh, feeling stupid, and more then a little angry. "Please don't fucking ever do that again..." I murmured quietly despite knowing that they couldn't hear me. "Or Bonnie won't be the only one I rip apart..."

Feeling my heart in my throat as I quickly checked both my doors, then seeing they were clear, checking Foxy, noting that he was close to making another run, I checked the last place that Freddy could be.

The kitchen.

I clicked the small box on the camera map, and the screen went black again, but this time the words 'CAMERA DISABLED - AUDIO ONLY' were displayed on the glowing screen.

The music, which had been playing at that time, grew louder, coming from the screen and I gave a relived sigh, once again feeling slightly stupid, this time at not having guessed sooner where Freddy was.

I turned the tablet off to save power, taking a few calming breaths to settle my racing heart and deciding to look at my situation.

It was 5:42AM, I had 7% power left, both doors were open, Foxy was close to running, Chica was in the Dining area, Bonnie was in the Backstage area, and Freddy was in the kitchen.

Each percent of power lasted about five minutes, but that was without my doors closed and camera up, so using a rough estimation, I guessed I had about 20 minutes of power left, give or take.

It would have to be give, otherwise I wouldn't make it, so I decided to take a gamble, a risky gamble.

I would check on Foxy every other cycle instead of every, and would completely ignore Freddy, assuming he didn't come after me. Hopefully, it would give me enough power to make it through the night, or die trying.

It was a gamble I had to take, because if a I ran out if power, I would die, but if Foxy ran even once, I wouldn't have enough power no matter what.

"Five nights at Freddy's..." I muttered as I began with my pattern. "More like seven nights in hell..."

My power meter slowly dropped, one percent at a time, and the animatronics seemed to be able to sense it, as they came by more and more frequently, watching me with lifeless eyes every time I turned on the lights.

Another slow laugh echoed through the building, closer then before, making me cringe in fear, but I forced myself to ignore it, I had to, or I would be sealing my own fate.

Foxy was probably seconds away from running when the power finally went out with a deep, resounding hum, the lights and camera going out, the stupid desk fan slowing to a stop, and the right door, which I had down to keep Chica out, went up with a clang.

I clutched my flashlight in my left hand, the baton in my right. I'd grabbed both right before the power went out, and now I shone the light back and forth between the two doors, ready to fight.

As silence filled the dark office, I began to wonder how'd they do it. Would they all come in at once and swarm me? Would they send Foxy in, have him gut me? Or would they keep me alive and fresh to stuff me in a suit? How did the suits work any way? Did they open up? Did they build me into the suit?

I flinched when the sound of heavy, deliberately muffled, footsteps began to echo from the West hallway.

There was only one pair from what I could tell. It approached slowly, and I faced the left door, waiting for one of them to barge in.

The footsteps stopped right outside the door, and my light illuminated the brown fur of Freddy.

He stared down at me with his blue plastic eyes, my light casting dark shadows on him as he stared down at me, as if he was thinking.

Suddenly, without warning, his eyes started glowing, and the same song I'd heard coming from the kitchen began to play, right in my face.

It was some kind of mockery, a way of telling me I'd lost, I was going to die, game over, good game, better luck to the next unfortunate soul to wander into this hell hole.

I probably should've been running for my life, any sane person would've, but some part of me said no, another animatronic was probably waiting just outside, ready to grab me if I ran.

Instead, I stared my new vision of the devil itself straight in the eye, raising the baton up as if to challenge him, using my hand with the flashlight to flip another bird.

The song slowly grew to an end, and Freddy's eyes went dark again, actually going black with only tiny white pupils at the very center.

He took a step forward, filling the entire doorway, his black eyes fixed on me as he approached slowly.

I said one last prayer, wishing I could've said good-bye to my friends and family. Slowly, taking a step forward, I swung the baton.

Moving so quickly that all I saw was a blur, Freddy grabbed the baton and yanked it from my hand, causing me to stumble backwards, right into Foxy's waiting arms.

I the two arms wrapped around me, squeezing with such force that I gasped for air, the exposed metal digging into my sides and I dropped the flashlight to the floor.

I struggled, but it was no use, he quite literally had arms of steel. He forced me to face forward, making me watch Freddy, who held the baton in his hands.

Like snapping a toothpick, he broke it in two, dropping the pieces of broken plastic to the ground, his eyes still fixed on me the whole time.

I'd been shocked still by this display of unimaginable strength, and simply watched as some sort of unspoken form of communication passed between the two animatronics.

Suddenly, I was lifted off my feet as Foxy began to drag me, kicking and yelling, towards the Backstage area to die.

I slammed my fists against the cold metal, swinging wildly as I tried to worm my way out of his grasp like I had Toy Bonnie's, but this was different, this time, I was dealing with animatronics that didn't care if I got hurt.

As if he read my mind, Foxy tightened his grip, forcing me to stop struggling as I gasped for air, my bones protesting under the extreme pressure, the metal digging to my sides leaving large scrapes.

He dragged me backwards down the East hall, but all I could do was gasp for air and fight the darkness appearing at the edges of my vision, well desperately trying to think up a plan to escape.

But I came up with nothing as we approached the Dining area, and I began one final struggle beating my fists into his arms, face, anywhere, but all it really accomplished was bruising my hands severely.

His grip tightened once more, and I cried out in pain as my bones creaked, a few even making quiet cracks, and my gasps for air turned to chokes as dancing spots appeared in my vision, the edges turning dark.

I vaguely noticed the other three animatronics heading towards us when suddenly, a loud sound filled the air, and bright light forced me to shut my eyes with a yelp of surprise, as suddenly, I was dropped into a unceremonious heap on the floor, completely dazed and sore.

I breathed deeply, despite the fact that it hurt, trying to clear my vision of the spots and darkness, still unable to comprehend what was going on.

I breathed deeply a few more times, blinking rapidly. I was lying on the floor, between a few tables in the Dining area, the lights shining down on me.

It took me a few seconds to finish figuring out what had happened. It was 6:00AM! I'd survived, they'd gone back to their places and I was safe for now.

I sat up straight, letting out a quiet moan of pain as my sides ached, but otherwise, I was okay. The animatronics were on stage, Pirates Cove was closed up, and I was safe.

I couldn't resist the next thing that happened.

Crouched down on my hands and knees, I vomited on the floor.

I'd been so close to dying, only a few feet away, but I'd survived, just barely.

I vomited twice, a foul taste left in my mouth as retched a couple times, breathing heavily.

I stood up shakily, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, the day staff could clean the mess up.

As I stumbled slightly, moving away from the puddle of vomit, and after some thought, made my way towards the East hall

I slowly walked back to the office, hearing David open the main door block as I walked down the East hall.

"Mike?" Came the worried voice of David. "Mike?"

"Yeah David?" I called back, wincing at the pain it caused. "I'll be there in a sec."

Even from the other side of the building, I heard David sigh in relief, and the sound of footsteps.

I finished walking into the office, passing the bathrooms, and quickly rounded up my stuff. I picked the flashlight and the pieces of baton up off the floor, and threw them in my back, slinging it over my shoulder with a grunt of pain.

I took off my security hat as I walked back towards the Dining area slowly, still feeling a bit nauseous, my sides aching.

Aside from the scrapes I'd received, I was unscathed, my shirt hadn't even torn, though I would have some serious bruises later.

David looked visibly relived to see me as I walked into the Dining area. "Mike! Your okay!" He said, noticing my set expression. "Right?"

I nodded, noticing that he was alone, my dad wasn't here. "Fine, just a bit bruised up..." He sighed at his raised eyebrow. "Let's just say tonight was a close call..."

Understanding dawned on his face. "I see..." He said awkwardly. Uh... Well your dad called, he said that he would be to busy to pick you up so he asked me to drive you home, that okay?"

I shrugged. "Whatever..."

I could care less, as long as I got home and could go to sleep, even if I would have to deal with the nightmares and visions.

At least I would be safe.

There were no visions this time.

Instead I was plagued by nightmares, the normal kind. Though since I started working at Freddy's, I had no idea what the definition of 'normal' was anymore.

Most of the nightmares were me working at Freddy's, and running out of power, or one of them getting in and grabbing me.

It was bad, and seemed so real, but after each nightmare, I would wake up covered in sweat and breathing hard, right after getting stuffed or gutted.

Because of this, I got very little sleep by the time I woke up for the rest of the day, and was feeling dead exhausted, and felt like I probably could move at about the pace of a brick, maybe a bit slower.

I literally crawled out of bed, and into the bathroom, to take a shower and just laid in the bottom, letting the water soak in as I dozed slightly.

When I finally finished taking a shower, it was 8:39PM, and I felt much better, though still exhausted. I didn't seem to react as quickly as I should, which would be a problem tonight, I would need to be able to react and think normally at least, the quicker the better though.

I once again had asked my dad to drive me to work early, almost a full hour, saying that David had requested I come in early to help out with setting up for a event the next day.

He had begrudgingly agreed to it, and had made his objection know, saying I was overworking myself, and was going to make myself sick if I kept this up.

I had argued that I's be fine, I was just working the week and weekend, I would be fine, nothing to worry about.

So now, I was standing outside Freddy's at 11:07PM, my pack once again filled to the brim with newspapers.

My sides still ached faintly, and, as predicted, bruised severely along with my hands. I was taking multiple calming breaths before entering, wishing I didn't have to do this.

Slowly, I opened the door shakily, heart hammering in my chest as I walked inside. The janitor was once again the only one in the building, and I could hear him humming to himself from the bathrooms where he was cleaning.

I decided it was best to ignore him, and not let him know I was here as I crossed the Dining area towards the Backstage area, feeling the eyes of the animatronics on me as I passed the Show stage.

I shivered slightly, quickly stepping inside the Backstage area, and closing the door behind me as I entered and making my way over to the large, steel Parts and Service door, once again ignoring the endoskeleton watching me.

I noticed as I grabbed the door handle, that there were seven, sizable dents in the door that hadn't been there before. I touched one, frowning in confusion. They were facing outwards, so that meant what ever had caused them did so from the inside.

I hesitantly opened the door slowly, clicking the flashlight on as a I stepped inside.

"Hello?" I hated how nervous my voice came out. "Anyone awake?"

I shone the light in the room, in time to see the four animatronics quickly climbing to their feet. Out of instinct, I took a step backwards, feeling my heart start to beat a little faster as the animatronics looked at me.

"Mr. Schmidt!" Freddy exclaimed, looking relived. "It's very good to see you, we were very worried last night."

I nodded, swallowing my fear. "Yeah, me to, pretty close call there..."

They nodded, and an awkward silence filled the room, no one quite knowing what to say.

"Um..." I cleared my throat, drawing the eyes of the four animatronics as I shuffled awkwardly in the doorway. "Well I brought you guys some more newspapers, I hope you enjoyed the others..."

They all nodded again. "Yes, thank you Mr. Schmidt." Freddy responded, giving a reassuring smile. "It was very nice to finally have a glimpse into the outside world."

"Yeah!" Bonnie said suddenly, causing me to flinch slightly. "Could you bring some more of the sports ones? Those were cool."

I had to smile at his excitement. "Sure, I'll see what I can do."

"Aye, me be liken' those too!" Vixen agreed cheerfully. "Along with the comics, those be interesten' too."

I nodded, hesitating slightly before speaking next. "Uh... Remember when you guys said hi when I switched to the camera in here?" They nodded. "Please don't ever do that again, I just about had a heart attack..."

Freddy sighed. "I told them you would be extremely nervous and surprising you wouldn't be the best of ideas, and could actually be dangerous..." He paused. "but, as you can see, they didn't listen."

The other three, who'd taken a sudden interest in their feet, muttered apologizes, looking genuinely ashamed as the blush on their cheeks seemed to darken.

I should've known Freddy would've never have agreed to doing something like that, more then likely, it had been Bonnie's idea, trying to get revenge for yesterday.

"It's okay." I assured. "Just don't ever do it again..."

I slowly entered the room completely, closing the door behind me and setting the flashlight on the floor to illuminate the room as I began taking the newspapers out of my pack, and setting them in a pile on the floor.

I noticed the other pile of newspapers, stacked nice and neatly in a corner of the room.

I gestured to them. "Are you guys done with those?" I asked. "Or do you want me to leave them?"

Freddy smiled. "We finished them last night, you may take them if you wish."

I nodded, removing the last newspapers from the pack. "Okay, there are those..." I thought for a moment, looking around the room at the animatronics. "So... Where did those dents come from?"

The dents were clearly visible from the inside of the room as, and had what looked like paint marks on them.

The animatronics looked at each other a bit awkwardly, as if debating something.

Finally Chica spoke nervously. "We... Uh... Tried to break down the door to come help you..." She paused, looking extremely nervous. "We were worried when Freddy said your power was getting really low, so... Uh... Bonnie said we should try to break down the door..."

I stared at them in shock. I barely knew them, barely trusted them, and yet they had tried to break down a steel door to come help me?! And it had been Bonnie's idea?! The paint marks were from their fist, the paint scraping off when they had hammered on the door with inhuman force, though I briefly wondered why I hadn't heard anything.

Suddenly my trust level of them had just gone up a notch.

"You... You tried to break down a door?" I asked incredulously. "For me?"

They nodded. "Aye, lad we tried to come help ya, but some bonehead locked tha' door..." Vixen replied sounding annoyed.

Suddenly it was me that had an interest in my shoes. "Uh... That was me..." The stared at me blankly, and I sighed. "David asked me to before my shift started, nothing personal..."

It was a lie, they all probably knew that, but I couldn't exactly say some weird voice told me to in my dreams, I would sound crazy.

They looked a bit upset, but nodded, and another awkward silence filled the room as I pretended to examine my shoes, feeling slightly ashamed at lying, and I could feel the eyes of the animatronics watching me.

Freddy gave a quiet cough and all eyes immediately went to him. "So... Mr. Schmidt, last night, you came out unscathed I see?"

I nodded, understanding that Freddy was trying to break the ice. "Yeah, was a close call, but made it out, barely..." I hesitated. "They managed to drag me into the Dining area before it turned six... That was pure luck"

"You were very lucky." Freddy agreed. "We would all be very disappointed if you died."

He said the last part jokingly, and I smiled. "Me too, I'd be very disappointed in myself, though I was rather glad it wasn't old Bonnie that nearly got me..."

Bonnie smirked evilly. "You know, when the power went out, I think Chica was just about ready to go through the wall to save you, we had to hold her back so she wouldn't try it..."

Chica's blush went just about black as the others burst out chuckling, and the tension in the air that had built up gradually, dissipated almost immediately.

I felt my own cheeks burn slightly as I realized what he was implying, but laughed along with them as Chica shrunk back as far as possible, looking like she wished that she could just disappear.

We laughed for a good minute and a half straight and suddenly I felt as if I was among friends, laughing at some dumb joke someone had told that wasn't even funny, or something stupid someone had done.

I let out a last chuckle, smiling as the others finished laughing as well. "You got me there Bonnie, though is that blue paint on one of those dents? Don't tell me you were worried too..."

He snorted. "Not likely, I was just doing it because Vixen told me to help."

This time, it was my turn to smirk evilly. "Do you do everything Vixen tells you to? Hm... I thought foxes chased after bunnies, not the other way around..."

He sputtered in rage, and I saw Vixen grinning savagely. "Hm... Tha' lad has a point blue boy, why do ya do everything I say?"

Bonnie seemed to pale, his blush turning dark red. "Because... Because your my friend! And friends listen to each other!"

I almost choked, trying to disguise my laugh as a cough, and failing miserably.

Bonnie's blush deepened further. "S-shut up!" He spluttered, his voice becoming glitchy.

He turned his back, shaking with rage, and everyone else burst out laughing. I held my sides in pain, laughing hard despite it.

My watch started beeping, causing me to give a start of surprise as it singled that it was now 11:45PM, and I once again was surprised at how fast time flew.

The others looked over at me still smiling, even Bonnie turned around. "Are you going to lock the door again?" Chica asked, looking worried.

I didn't know why, but I blushed slightly at her obvious concern. "Yes..." I admitted. "I have to... Not because I don't trust you, and I do, but because David told me to..."

They looked upset, and I felt bad for lying again, but I still could't exactly say "Some weird voice told me to do it in my dreams!".

Their smiled faded, but they nodded."Very well Mr. Schmidt..." Freddy said slowly, and I got the feeling he had seen right through my lie. "We will see tomorrow..."

I nodded, picking my pack up off the floor and slinging over my shoulder. "Tomorrow... Hopefully..."

As I exited the room, a cold chill spread across me, and I heard two words suddenly seems to echo through the air:

"Tomorrow is another day..."

-End-

That... Is chapter 10...

I rewrote this chapter about five times, and out of each one, I think I chose the worst, but tell me what you think.

To clarify a few things, Bonnie and Vixen are not a pair, it was just something I added for humor, there will be no Bonnie/Vixen.

Mike is not the brother from FNAF 4, he wouldn't of even been born then, just clarifying that.

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