Sunday, 1:00 am
After the beginning hour of flipping through cameras and checking my doors, I got another phone call.
"Hi, you're talking to Max, the security guard of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria. How may I help you?" I've always wanted to say that. It sure did calm me down.
"Listen you...You need to get out of that building, before she finds you. Don't ask any questions, just get out of there...NOW!" Back to reality, my heart was now a hammer again.
"O-okay!" I almost shouted. I heard footsteps in the hall. I shut all of the doors, and saw the window behind my back. It was a tight space, that was for sure.
I took the tablet with me though. It covered in my sweat.
"Mr. Gold, tsk, tsk, tsk, come 'ere boy!" He came running into my arms. I grabbed his small body and climbed out the window.
"Shoot!" I whispered...yelled. Both, I guess. "I forgot my keys!"
I dumped Mr. Gold back into the office, and snatched my keys.
"RING! RING!" I picked up the phone.
"WHAT?!" I screamed.
"This is Zoey. Er, just checkin' up on you..." She faded.
"Oh...Sorry, Zo. It's just stressful with all that's going on. Listen, I have to go, okay? They are moving WAY too much, and someone else just called me telling me there was a woman who might want to do something harmful to me!" I explained in second.
"You'll never leave..."
"SLAM!" The window was shut, and I heard it lock. I looked outside, and I saw a woman with bloddstains all over her pink attire.
"Oh, no!" I yelled. I pressed the emergency power button, which lasted forever. It allowed me to stay in the office, safely, if anything went wrong.
"ZOEY! YOU'VE GOT TO HELP me...!" I started to whimper, and cry. Mr. Gold joined me. "There is someone with a pink suit, BLOOD INCLUDED, who is outside the establishment!"
"I'm calling the police! I recognize who you're talking about!" She gasped.
Static played. There was no more I could do with Zoey.
"Let's play it safe and dial 911!"
"911, what's your, yawn, emergency?" A man said sleepily.
"There is a MURDERER OUTSIDE OF FREDDY FAZBEAR'S PIZZA!" I yelled.
"Which one? Near the highway, or near the drugstore?" He asked.
"The, er, the, uh...Drugstore! That's it!" I answered. "Please! Get there quick!"
"You got it, ma'am." And then he hung up.