Mike groaned as he pushed his way into the pizzeria; compared to outside the building was for once pleasant and almost relaxing. Clenched in his hands were some tapes, the ones found in the drawer. He figured that before he moved on, he should finish the ones he had. Maybe piece together what happened.
He walked down the east hall, stifling a yawn. The nightmares had gotten worse, or at least more frequent. The idea that he had more tapes didn't help; the nightmares always had something to do with the Phone Guy and the circumstances of his death.
A sound from the kitchen made Mike stop in his tracks. He turned towards the door which was only a few feet behind him. Another crash, followed by the sound of something solid hitting a wall.
Remembering the last kitchen incident and Chica's habits, Mike booked it into the office and flipped on the cameras.
Of course Chica was still in her spot, he silently thanked her for waiting until midnight to scare him. But it hadn't been Chica that broke into the kitchen the last time, he remembered with a shudder, so Mike clicked over to the kitchen camera which was still offline.
At first all he could hear was the sound of the air conditioning and an occasional thump from one of the ancient vents.
"Ah~ Right there!" A loud gasp echoed both down the hall and over the camera. Mike about fell out of his chair as he recognized the voice.
A masculine groan followed Anne's gasps and Mike shut the camera quickly, cheeks flushed red.
His first instinct was to check the clock on the desk and found that there was a good fifteen minutes before the animatronics became active, plenty of time to let the love birds finish and head out….
A solid five minutes past before Mike felt too uncomfortable to continue. He got up and tip toed down the hall.
The sounds within were wet and sloppy and all he could think was how happy he was that they didn't do it in his office.
Mike cleared his throat loudly and knocked hard, keeping his head down so he couldn't see through the windows at the top of the swinging doors. Immediately the sounds stopped and there were rattling noises and the sounds of a belt buckle as no doubt pants were being hastily pulled up.
Mike shuffled uncomfortably and stared at the ground, keeping one hand over his eyes loosely as he pushed open the door slightly.
"I'm not looking." He said quickly as Jordan finished pulling up his pants. Anne was dragging her shirt back over her lady bits.
"What are you doing here?" Jordan asked, sounding more than a little embarrassed. "It's almost midnight; I try to show up early…." Mike said, blushing and eyeing the wall as he caught a glimpse of Anne's panties hooked on the industrial microwave.
"Oh." Jordan said, "Um, we better get out of here then."
Mike nodded in mute agreement. The other night guard quickly pushed his way past him and out to the main party room. Anne quickly followed suit, giving Mike an embarrassed look. "Sorry about that Mike, we'll try to keep it down next time." She said, giving him a halfhearted, yet teasing, shoulder bump.
Mike didn't respond, he didn't trust himself to respond. He just went back to his office and made sure that the other employees got out safely.
They did just in time. The generator kicked on as the power went out, just as Jordan closed the door behind them. Mike tried to be calm, even cracked his knuckles dramatically to psyche himself up.
However, any courage he had (among other things) shriveled up when he heard the phone ring. Without a tape in the player.
Mike muted the call quickly without thinking and mentally kicked himself afterwards. What if it had been important? What if it was that librarian with information on the pizzeria? Mike grabbed the phone and picked it up, mumbling a quick and shaky hello.
No response.
Mike swallowed nervously, logic said that he just missed whatever call had come in. The mentality that Freddy and co. had instilled in him said that the phone was inexplicably haunted, he was going to die, and worse, he would spend the rest of his ghostly life being a virgin with his last memories being of two friends fucking on a haunted ass kitchen counter.
Mike slammed the phone back on its receiver and checked the cameras. The animatronics were looking creepy, yet innocent. None of them had moved an inch… Well maybe Bonnie had done a little shuffle to the right, but then again he could never seem to hold still for very long. Still feeling a little tense, Mike checked Foxy, who didn't seem interested in the camera- let alone leaving the curtain.
He popped a tape in the player and pushed play.
"Hello? Hello! Wow it's certainly been a while hasn't it!"
Mike shifted uncomfortably, yeah it had been a while since he listened to these things.
"Well, I'm sure you're getting used to the new lay out, those budget cuts am I right… W-well anyway, the newest additions to the Fazbear have definitely drawn a bit of a crowd! I-if you haven't noticed, they-" There was the sound of the Phone Guy clearing his throat. "'Retired' the old suits. Kind of a shame…. I-I liked those suits…. Very… Snug…. B-but anyway, we have two more animatronics now! And Freddy and Bonnie had a bit of a color change, apparently the old color was hard to see in the stage lights- personally it just hurt my eyes, but hey, it's for the kids not me… A-anyway, watch the new animatronics closely, they always act a bit funny and that cute, fast one doesn't like the color red for whatever reason. I-if you ask me, it scares him… So hey, just k-keep the cameras on him; that should keep him from getting too curious… Have a good night!"
Click.
Mike stared at the player for a moment, than checked the cameras quickly; Foxy had his head peeking out of the curtain, but nothing too worrying. Bonnie was in the back room and Chica heading towards the kitchen. He vaguely hoped that Anne and Jordan had gotten everything; it made him feel creepy that the chicken could be seeing the "leftovers" of their escapade.
Mike flipped through the cameras idly, trying to keep his mind occupied.
For the next few hours, nothing of interest happened. In fact, it was too uninteresting. It was as if the whole building and its occupants were holding its breath, even the normal creaks of disrepair seemed to get quieter and shy, as if being overheard by something menacing. Mike found himself comparing it to the silence that precedes the punch line of a scary story, everyone on edge, wondering what will happen next, who will strike first… It wasn't the most pleasant thought to be having while trapped with demonic machines, so he checked the cameras.
Click. Click. Click.
Nothing. Nothing. Nothing.
The animatronics were doing their normal thing, minus getting close to the office. Actually they seemed to be avoiding it out right, Bonnie was in the closet for the most part, staring in the camera. Chica was rummaging in the kitchen and showed no sign of wandering away. Freddy didn't leave the stage, despite Mike having forgotten to check on him numerous times. It was almost like the first night of the week, they moved only when the cameras were on somewhere else, giving them the appearance of a stop motion film as they went about their business.
Mike checked on Foxy and paused on him. With the other animatronics being relatively laidback, he was able to be a bit more lax with the power, having a good fifty percent despite it being nearly five am.
The fox stared out of its cove, looking creepy yet uninterested. He had been like that since Mike had forgotten to check on him and showed no desire to leave.
Mike watched him, taking a good long look. His close call trying to get the tapes back was still fresh in his mind, yet that incident made him feel oddly braver, as if they had reached some kind of agreement. Of course, he doubted that the animatronic would take it easy on him regardless, but the idea was comforting; at least to the point that he could watch the camera without feeling sick with irrational fear.
Then the animatronic broke its pattern.
It didn't run out of the curtains –though with Mike's reaction you could believe otherwise-, instead, the animatronic reached out with a clawed arm and yanked the curtain shut with a rattle that rang down the hall as well as through the camera. Mike squealed with fear and closed both doors, ruining any chance of enjoying extra power throughout the night. Nothing moved, no banging on doors. He checked the cameras shakily and his heart leapt into his throat.
Bonnie and Chica were moving back through the party room with huge, heavy strides.
When they got to the stage it was as if Freddy was waiting for them, because when they were safely in their spots, he slowly turned.
Mike had never seen them move like this. He hardly ever saw them move at all since they enjoyed waiting until he wasn't looking. It made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end and a bud of fear grow into a lump that restricted his breathing. He kept the doors shut; deciding that whatever was jolting the animatronics off track was more frightening than the dark. It proved to be a wise choice as Freddy slowly made his way across the room, heading towards that damned hole in the wall that Mike was sure led to the abandoned building next door.
Just as suddenly as the animatronic started moving, it stopped standing in front of the poster that barely covered the hole.
It reached out and Mike stared in horror, eyes rapt.
A terrible, teeth rattling sound screeched throughout the building. It came through the intercom system, through the speakers, it echoed down the halls and cameras and even the tape player screamed as if in agony. Mike screamed with it, mostly out of fear. Well, actually, completely because of fear. The sound was metallic and painful to listen to, not to mention at a pitch and volume that was deafening. Mike stared at the camera as something ripped down the poster. It didn't leave the darkened room beyond, but the affect it had on Freddy Fazbear was terrifying.
The animatronic shuddered to a stop. Not its normal, twitchy stop. A complete and utter stop, as if it was frozen in place. The thing in the room backed into the darkness with only the shredded paper to mark where it had erupted.
The camera and the sound stopped suddenly and Mike had a panic moment when his first thought was of the power.
The fan kept humming quietly. The cameras displayed a bright red error icon.
He sat there, breathing heavily, heart trying to beat its way out of his chest, ears ringing.
Mike slowly clicked the blinking reset button on the camera tablet. A view of the party room shuddered on the screen, white and grey static lines ghosting over it. Nothing moved, Freddy was staring at the hole with an empty gaze, the other animatronics in their normal spots.
It was quiet, like the calm before the punch line of a scary story.
The player came to life with a quite buzzing noise, the last few seconds of the tape, playing softly as the clock began to sing the six am song.
"It's me." It whispered, before clicking off.