FUCK THIS JOB
(Warning: LOTS OF CURSING)
Amice
Mikey blinked. "What? Are you sure? You don't look too good." I press my back against the cold metal door and stare into the darkness on the other side. "Keep your eyes on the cameras! Jesus fucking Christ, fuck this, fuck this, oh my god, fuck this!" I hyperventilate and slowly peel myself away from the door. I know from the quick look I had at the cameras that this is one of our blind spots. Biting my lip so it almost bleeds, and press the button for the door again. Suddenly, I'm nose0to-nose with a giant purple bunny with gigantic block teeth. It opens it's mouth wide with a metallic shriek, wide enough for me to fit my head inside. Not that I'd Ever do that EVER, but still. More proof that Vincent had been telling the truth. I Let out a shriek to rival Bonnie's, then slam the door again. "HE'S STILL THERE! HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, MY AFTERLIFE FLASHED BEFORE MY EYES!" My voice has suddenly gone very high-pitched and faint. I look up at Mikey, who's mouth is open. He stares at the door. "The… the phone guy….. he wasn't lying….." I frantically shake my head, breathing fast. HOW WAS THIS PLACE STILL OPEN?! I whimper and turn around again, my hand hovering over the button once more. "Amice, what the fuck are you doing?! The stupid rodent might still be out there!" I gulp. "I know, but we need to conserve power! Vincent said so! He also said only to close the doors when completely necessary. He been right so far. The doors use power, and I REALLY don't want to see what happens if we run out!"
Mikey and I stare at one another in silence. Finally, Mikey nods. "Do it." I take a deep breath and turn to the door, pressing the button. Nothing. Bonnie is gone. To be sure, I press the light button. Yep, empty hallway. I sigh in relief and duck back into the office, shaking with adrenaline. "All clear. How about this: You check the cameras, I'll work the doors." Mikey nods and turns back to the Tablet. He switches through quickly. "Bonnie is in the closet." A horrible croaking sound fills the room, and panic fills me once more. "What the fuck is that? Mikey, WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!" Mikey shivers. "I…. I don't know. I think it's Bonnie! Look- the audio's on for that room." I whimper in fear again, nearly in tears. "It sounds like somebody's dying in there! Turn it off, Mikey, please!" Mikey nods and switches to the front stage, then curses.
Godammit! The duck's gone!" "WHAT?!" I quickly turn on the light in the hallway closest to me. Nothing. I turn and quickly step forwards, pressing the light on the other side. I stick my head out. Chica is standing at the end of the hallway. Her bib glows white in the darkness, the words 'LET'S EAT' clearly visible. I stare at her. "Um….. I found the duck." Chica's mouth opens slightly, as if she's offended. Mikey's voice comes from behind me. "Really? What's it doing?" I continue my stare-down. "Well….. nothing, really. It's just standing there. Menacingly." Chica's mouth opens wider, and I clearly see endo-skeleton teeth in her beak. Oh my god. Seriously, HOW IS THIS PLACE STILL OPEN?! Chica strides forwards a couple steps, almost reaching me. I draw my head back in as she walks in front of the door, and quickly slam it in her face. "Nope, fuck that. You are NOT eating my flesh today. Bitch." Mikey snorts. I glance at the Tablet. " It's Five! Oh sweet cinnamon rolls, it's Five! One more hour, and we got 30% power!" I breath out in relief. "Oh hey, that rhymed. I am so making a song after this." Mikey deadpans. "Not the time, Amice."
I blush. "Sorry, habit." I glance at the tablet again and freeze. 20%. When had it gone down? I look towards the door. It must be using power. Grimacing, I inch towards the door and open it. Nothing. I turn on the light and look down the hall. Nothing. Phew. I turn back to the tablet, which Mikey has on the front stage. "I see Freddy Fuckboy hasn't moved yet." Mikey shook his head. "Nah. He's looked at the camera a couple times, though." Mikey shivers. I look at the time. It's 5:30. We might just make it through this. Mikey clicks through the cameras again, stopping on the kitchen. Suddenly, Freddy's face pops up on the screen. The words 'IT'S ME' glitch out in front of him. Mikey screams and falls out of his chair, and I scream and step back so fast I slip and hit my head against the wall. Groaning, Mikey and I both get up, rubbing our heads.
I scream once more as a weird 'YAAAYY' sound comes out of nowhere. "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT? IS IT CHICA? I BET IT'S THE FUCKING DUCK. WE'RE GONNA DIIIEEEEEEE!" I flip my shit and dart under the desk. Mikey slowly crawls forwards and picks up the tablet. "Relax, Amice. It's 6 AM. We're free!" He laughs and shows me the face of the tablet. Pastel-covered digital confetti rains down around the white text in the middle that reads '6 AM'. I grin. "Oh. Hehe… whoops." I crawl out from underneath the desk and straighten up. "Well….. what now?" Mikey takes out his keys. "I guess we go to the front and get the fuck out of here." We exchange weak smiles. Heading out of the office, we slowly creep towards the front of the restaurant. I see Sam parked outside, in the same outfit as yesterday. Biting my lip, I flatten myself against the wall near the door, still inside the pizzeria. My position has me looking at Bonnie, Chica, and Freddy Faz-Fuck himself. I glare at them. They look fine. Totally unruffled, in the same places as when I first walked in. Stupid mechanical monsters. Mikey unlocks the front door and walks up to Sam. He'll probably flip out on the dude. I slip out the front door and hide in the shadows, maneuvering into earshot. Sam bounces up to Mikey. "Mike! Mike, M'boy, you're still- I mean well done!" Mikey hands the keys over. Any second now… "Thanks, Sam." …What? No 'Fuck you, dude', or 'I quit', or…. Well, any negative reaction at all? What the fuck?!
Sam grins. "Well, see you tomorrow, Mike!" Surely he'll quit now. He has to, after the horrifying night we just went through- "Yup. See you tomorrow." Mikey walks over to his bike and gets on, pedaling away. Am walks into the restaurant. I stay where I am, frozen in shock. No…. I must have heard him wrong… surely…..but….. In a daze, I walk to my apartment, and up the stairs. My vision blurred, I unlock my door and close it behind me, locking it once more. I collapse on my bed, completely silent. For a while, I simply stare at my TV. After about an hour, I get up and get in the shower, feeling dirty and somehow violated, as if I had done something horribly wrong. I let the hot water hit my back and stare at the wall; then I curl up at the bottom of the bathtub and start to cry.
What had we gotten ourselves into?