A Long Night
Amice
I cycle through the cameras until I spot the yellow bird. Standing by the bathrooms, Chica's Beak and Big Blue Eyes have gone missing. I frown and turn the tablet towards Jeremy. "Does it look like a prank to you?" Jeremy leans forwards, eyes widening even further behind the bear mask. "Oh my god." I nod and bring it back, looking at the circular abyss of a mouth on the otherwise attractive Chicken. Not to mention her eyes are now pitch-black holes with white pinpricks for pupils. Why are those even removable? IN WHAT SITUATION WOULD THAT BE NECESSARY?! I shake my head and cycle through the cameras once more, spotting Bon-Bon, as I will now call him, in the right vent. I turn on the light to stare into his stupidly pretty green eyes. Actually, is he a she? He looks like a she. Imma say he's a she, it might insult him. I switch to look at Freddy, who's in the same position, then back to Chica. The caution sign starts to blare again and I begin to wind up the music box when I hear a banging sound to my right. "Bonnie's in the Right Vent!" My eyes widen and I duck underneath the desk as Jeremy lets out a small scream. My head turned sideways to fit into the small space, I manage to hiss one word before the banging drowns me out. "Freeze!" Jeremy does exactly that. Lights start to flash on and off in the office, and metallic footsteps make their way past the desk and retreat down the hallway. I observe Jeremy, breathing as silently as I can.
Well, at least he takes instruction well. When I said freeze, he literally froze. I don't see a single muscle moving. I don't even think he's breathing. Did he faint standing up? Is that possible? I glance at the Tablet. Only 3AM? Aw man….. I crouch and peek over the desk. No movement, and Bonnie's gone. Ok, good. "Jeremy, you can unfreeze now." I stand up and put a hand on his shoulder. He lets out a little squeak, staring past my shoulder. I frown and look down the hallway. "When did she get there?!" I rush forwards and dive for the flashlight, then flick it on to illuminate the stupid bird standing at the end of the hallway, shrouded in darkness. "Uh…." I would have been helpful to tell me what to do in THIS situation…. Vincent, I will hunt you down and kill you if you don't stop be vague. I grit my teeth and reach for the tablet to check on the others. Bonnie is back in his stupid guitar pose by the tables, and everyone else is in proper position. Except the chicken. I bite my lip and look at the battery on the flashlight. One bar gone already. I need to conserve it. Well… If I flick it on and off, she'll still be illuminated, and I won't use as much battery, right? Yeah, I think that's how electricity works. Logic.
I set the tablet down carefully and start rapidly flicking the flashlight on and off. "Go away, go away. Nobody here wants a prostitute. Except maybe Bonnie. Why don't you go annoy him-her?" Jeremy lets out a nervous, breathy laugh behind me. Chica stares at me with her soulless eyes. I flick the flashlight off, and then on again one more. She's gone. "Wait, what?" I pick up the tablet and quickly flick through the cameras. She's back outside the Bathroom, but looking up at the camera this time. I growl at her. "Fast little assholes, aren't you guys?" I hear Mikey snort from the phone. I go through the cameras again and wind up the music box, then check on Bonnie and Freddy. Neither have moved. That's good.
With a sigh, I check the cameras in the room with the old animatronics. None of those have moved, thank god. I notice dark stains on the suits and remember Sarah. Wait. If these guys can't move, then how did that blood….? Aw, c'mon. You've gotta be shitting me. These fuckers can move too? No. Not okay. I let out a groan. I guess I'll have to check them from time to time. Even if they can move, I doubt they'll be too active. I look up at a small whimper from Jeremy and flick the flashlight on, illuminating the hallway once more. Chica tilts her head, holding the cupcake at an angle. I wrinkle my nose and flash the flashlight until she goes away.
My eyes start to droop as the time nears 4 AM. God, could this night go any slower? At least in the first restaurant the time went pretty quickly. I glance down at the battery indicator on the flashlight. Two bars left. Not too shabby. With a sniff I look back down at the tablet. Bonnie is crouched near the vent, Chica is outside the bathroom AGAIN, Freddy hasn't moved, The Puppet's in his box, the old, nasty robots are still old and nasty, and Mangle and Billy are… wait. Where IS Billy? I wrinkle my forehead and go through all the rooms looking for the slightly-creepy kid. Finally, I reach the cameras in the vents. "Hello?" I jump backwards in my chair and nearly tip over while Jeremy gasps. "Amice? What the fuck was that? Is there a kid in there?" I grab the phone and look down at it. "It's… It's Balloon Boy. He can move." "What? No. You said that you only had to worry about the main three!" "I thought so too, Mikey! Don't you shout at me, I made a mistake!" "I AM NOT SHOUTING AT YOU! SEE?!" "Mikey, CALM THE FUCK DOWN! IT'S NOT LIKE HE CAN HURT US, HE'S LIKE TWO FEET TALL!" "I AM CALM! THIS IS ME, BEING CALM!" Jeremy lets out a small whisper that I barely hear over Mikey shouting that he was coming in there with me tomorrow. I quickly swivel around to face him. "MIKEY, SHUT UP! Yes, Jeremy?" Jeremy's eyes widen and he dives past me, grabs the flashlight, and begins to turn it off and on so quickly that I think he might break the switch. I whirl around in my seat and come nose-to-nose with something plastic and brown. My eyes widen and a laugh in a high-pitched, nervous voice. "Hey, Freddy! Hehe…. Well… this is a familiar position, eh, buddy? Reminds me of the first time we met. Yeah… good times, huh? Freddy's new, human-like blue eyes narrow, and he slowly backs away into the darkness. A bell goes off and I look down to see confetti and white text. I look up again. Jeremy is still propped up on his elbows, flicking the flashlight on and off, making a frantic clicking noise. Without looking at him, still staring into the dark hallway, I reach out a hand and lower the flashlight until it gently hits the desk. The clicking sound stops.
I blink once, then swallow. "Well then. That happened."