Penny stared at the clock hung on her bedroom wall. The neon-lit numbers flashed as an electronic bell chimed the hour. It was midnight. Or, as those using the Faz-Bear Delivery Service jokingly called it, the "robot-waking" hour. This superstition of at-home animatronics walking around at night wasn't what was keeping her away from her bed. It was the fear of one in particular looming over her bed early that morning: a Spring-Trap of her very own.
"Why did I agree to have that coder send her spare rabbit to me?" she murmured aloud, lowering her head into her arms propped on the table. "I just wanted more information on Faz-Bear Entertainment from the inside, and now I'm stuck with a custom-made version of a—" Her blood ran cold as the last words struggled to form. What could she say that summed up the original mess of man and machine? Could she even call this "William Afton" a man at all?
The phone buzzed, interrupting her battle of name-calling. She lifted her head to see a faint blue light glowing underneath her turned-over phone. Her hand picked it up and turned it over. One tap awakened the "locked" screen and revealed her retro-styled wallpaper. In front of the pink and blues a message was displayed: "Ding, dong, the clock plays its song" followed by a rabbit symbol. It was Octavia.
"What does she want?" Penny muttered as she unlocked her phone and opened her messaging system. She typed the same question, then pressed 'send'. Her free hand tapped on the table as she waited for a response. Then, another buzz vibrated her hand. "'Just wanted to kid around'," she read, her voice slow yet focused. "'So, how's it going? Excited about tomorrow?'"
Penny gripped the bridge of her nose and inhaled sharply. This was when she had to come clean about her emotions, wasn't it? She relaxed her grip and resumed texting. "No, not really," was the only response she gave before hitting send again.
"Why not?" swiftly came the question.
"Well... I'm just worried about this Spring-Trap of yours. Will he be easier to defeat than the usual models? I know you've modified his code, but I'm just dreading the idea about him attacking me."
"Yeah, he definitely is. I've run a few practice tests myself and he's performed wonderfully. Remember: White Eyes, Stare (Should) Rise. Red Eyes, Stare Dies."
Penny exhaled in relief. "Thanks, Octavia," she replied as her crooked smile grew. "To be honest, I almost thought I wasn't going to get much sleep. But, now that you've assured me that he's not going to tackle me when I wake up,—" She stopped typing and looked up. Was she really going to this open to someone she hardly knew? Her eyes glanced down at the screen. She raised her hand, hesitated for a moment, then pressed the next key. "I think I can sleep easier tonight," she admitted, hoping this would deflect some attention off her confession. "Let me thank you again for all that you've done. You've been such a help in getting me an animatronic of my very own."
"You're welcome!" Octavia replied, adding a smiling face symbol to emphasize her joy. "Hey, if you need any more help with coding or research with Faz-Bear's history, I'd be happy to help."
"I'll text you if I do, but it seems that I can take it from here," Penny responded with a shrug. "Good night, Octavia."
"Good night, Penny," Octavia answered back. "Remember to use the tracking app Faz-Bear gave you, since I might not be up in time. Six in the morning is kinda early for me, y'know?"
"I do," Penny tapped swiftly. "And don't worry about tomorrow morning. Notifications are set up and my alarm is ready to wake me up a few minutes before. Of course, none of this will matter if I don't get some sleep. So, I'll send this and then go to bed. Good night again, Octavia."
Before Octavia could even respond, Penny turned off her phone and set it down on the desk. She rose to her feet, then shuffled over to her bed. Feeling a sense of peace, she climbed into her bed and pulled the covers over her head. She swiftly fell asleep with no nightmare to plague her.