I groan painfully as I wake up with a terrible headache. Where am I? I get up from the cold, hard floor, comprised of white tiles. It looks like I'm in an office of some kind, with a clock on the desk that reads 12:00 AM. There is a door on each end of the room and a window in front of me. The desk in front of the window has a that computer displays a map of where I am along with a view of a dark room and on the other end of the desk is a black fan with its propellers spinning. Actually, it looks like it's being recorded, as if it is some live feed of a security camera. What is this place? I notice that beside each doorway and under the window, there is a white button. I press one of them out of curiosity. A metal door slides down, blocking access to this room. I press it again, which slides the door back up.
A landline next to the computer starts ringing. I press one of the buttons and a female automated voice began, "You have, two new, messages." A beep plays and then the message starts playing. A pre-recorded male voice began from the phone, "Hello again. So, the big boss man told me to inform you about our off-limit areas. Uh, I know it sounds kind of silly, since you're supposed to be guarding the place but the manager is adamant that we don't go where we're not supposed to be. He's talking about the rooms that aren't on your little uh, mini-map." – I check the computer; the screen shows a pitch black room of this place along with a miniature map and a label that says MAIN STAGE – "They aren't on the map because it apparently isn't any of your business."
Something has clattered faintly outside of the office.
"Or ours, for that sake." – (a familiar voice cursed, "Aargh, my fucking foot...! Oh, shit!") – "Like that extra room, next to the Parts and Service room. I believe you can see the door from Camera 9."
"Get the hell away from me!" the second voice yelled.
It sounded like Danny RPG. I click on the button that reads Cam 9. Like the main stage, I can't see anything in there. I click on the same button by accident, and all of a sudden, a light from the live feed turns on, revealing the room, which has a stage and two doors.
"(Ah, yes. Thank you. Here, keep the change.) Excuse the sound of my delicious latte. Uh, anyway, the manager says it's just a storage room, but of course I've heard some stories from my superstitious colleagues... So, it's either an extra kitchen, a staircase to a secret underground tunnel, or it's where he puts his bowling equipment because he doesn't want his wife to know he's still bowling. Of course, I don't believe it's anything special, to be honest."
A pair of glowing white eyes stare at me from the doorway to my left. These eyes look empty and unsettling, as if whatever this entity is seems hostile. I close the door and check the cameras. The entity appears to be a robot that looks like an anthropomorphic blue cat with a red tie. "I overheard him talk about the room once; he mentioned something about some 'old unused stuff'. Maybe he's hiding a smile in there, who knows. (Yeah, yeah, yeah, sweetie. I'll hang up now.) Haha, anyway, I'm all out of time! See you next week."
The clock in the center of the desk reads 1:03 AM. I reopen the door. The robot seems to have left. A sound of faint footsteps from an animal is coming from the same distance, and is growing louder. I peek from the doorway on the right, and I see a pair of glowing amber eyes near the floor. It could be a Fallen Angel, but a small one. Actually, I recognize those eyes... Danny RPG glitches into her human form and scatters into the office. She runs past me and pounds the white button on the left side of the room, closing the door. After slamming the door shut, she starts panting from being out of breath. However, about a minute later, her breathing grows normal. "Milk!" the girl exclaimed rapidly. "Thank goodness you're here, the stuff going on here is unbelievable! Also, I'm well aware that I'm not supposed to be here." She presses the button on the phone, checks the camera revealing what is on the other side of the door and reopens it. The phone plays some static and a deep garbled voice says something unintelligible. I asked, "What is this place? What is going on?" She answered as she is checking the cameras constantly, "Well, for starters, we are in a Five Nights at Freddy's fangame called Five Nights at Candy's Remastered, and you're apparently the protagonist of this one-shot. Don't ask me why, and we're under attack by homicidal robots that are possessed by murdered people. Long story short, we're on the fifth night of a game, the animatronics are very active along with some paranormal stuff, and I'm breaking the fourth wall again by saying that it's all a dream about being stuck in a three-dimensional game that is now involved by a cynical nerd who totally passionate about shōnen anime and is writing fanfiction as I'm talking. Oh, crap." She presses the button under the window, which the other side is concealed by a metal shutter. Something strong bangs on it, which caused the lights to flicker briefly. She immediately presses the button again. She looks at me, going on, "I mean, this is some Rick and Morty stuff right here, but less weirder and nihilistic. You most likely won't get it, Milk." She is right; after months of her living in the restaurant and my home, I still don't understand at least a third of what she says. However, I feel like I get the idea of what is going on. I asked, "So, to put simply, I'm dreaming that I am in a game where we are trying to survive a night with machines that are trying to kill us. That I understand, but how is this possible?" She shrugged, "I dunno, we nearly got K.O.'d by that Queen Conch before this happened. And then, we got saved by the other Food Souls and we got back home before our wounds could get worse. My clothes still smell like low tide. Oh, and I almost forgot to mention: Apparently, this is one of those dreams where the laws of physics do apply, so there are a lot of limits to what you can do in here."
She checks the cameras and instructed, "Milk, close the door on the left. I'll take care of the one on the right." I follow her instructions while she closes the right door. Three seconds later she reopens it. I reopen the door in front of me. The clocks reads 2:15 AM. Does time pass fast here, or is it just me? I thought. "Well, that is an excellent question," Danny RPG replied. How did she read my mind? "I didn't read read your mind, Milk. Because I'm a deuteragonist and this is written in your point of view, I simply read your dialogue. Though the author might switch perspectives at any time and might end up being in my point of view, but that's up to them. So, an answer about time is that when you're actively invested in the passage of time, which is something that we perceive" – she presses the button under the window and walks to the left door to close it – "it seems to drag on for a while. But if you're focused on something else, like reading a book or" – there was a thunk and she reopens both shutters – "trying to avoid possessed animatronics, time seems to pass by in an instant, and there's nothing we can do about that. Can you close the right door please?" I do what she says and wait for a few seconds before reopening it.
Five minutes later as Danny RPG explains the names of the machines and what they are capable of, the doors start closing and opening randomly. A small robot shaped like a flightless bird – a penguin, she calls it, I think – with a bow tie utters as it tampers with the doors asked, "May I take your order?" Danny RPG replied, "Oh, great, now we gotta deal with this guy." "May I take your order?" the robot repeated as the shutter concealing the window reopens. "Hey!" Danny RPG exclaimed as she closes it again. A muffled bang is emitted before she reopens it. The left door closes as the bird asks again, "May I take your order?" The girl, who has lost her patience faster than I anticipated, snapped at the animatronic, "Yes, get out of this room and don't come back!" The robot leaves the office. She lets out a short, relieved sigh. "That's one less animatronic to deal with. That damn penguin is a waiter who messes with the doors and stays here for the rest of the night if it enters here. Fortunately, we can talk here, so it can actually take orders rather than being just a nuisance. It's still annoying regardless, though."
After several more minutes of viewing the cameras and closing doors, I press the button on my right, which did nothing and the door refuses to close. Danny RPG's head perks up and looks at me in alarm. She exclaimed, "Oh, shit! How did I miss that?! Stay alert, Milk! One of the – "
"Behind you!" I exclaimed. Danny RPG turns around as her scythe materializes in her right hand. With that swing, she strikes an animatronic that looks like an ape in green overalls. I think its name was Chester, according to the girl. The robot slams against the doorway and it falls onto its back, leaving a deep gash where her scythe struck. As I keep an eye out for more animatronics and checking on the robot named Blank, who determinedly tries to get into the office through the window, Danny RPG drags Chester out of the office. She quickly gets back in after she deals a defensive blast against an old and aggressive rat animatronic with her shield. I check the clock, which reads 5:58 AM. As Danny RPG is catching her breath, her muscles relax a bit when she reads the clock. "We're almost there," she said. "We just gotta hang in there a little bit longer." There is a crash; something has burst through the window. Blank is here! I stand my ground, and Danny RPG gets off the chair. Her scythe and shield are equipped, and she stand her ground, preparing to attack the animatronic.
I suddenly open my eyes and realize that it was indeed a dream. Still, did Danny RPG enter my dream, or was it merely a coincidence? I would guess that one way to find out is if I ask her myself. Despite that, I am relieved that none of it was real. I look around and see that I'm in my room, lying on my bed under the warm blankets, next to my dear roommate Black Tea. She lets out a quiet yawn and wakes up. She looks at me with a soft and gentle expression. "Good morning, Milk. It seems you've had a troublesome night. If you're still tired, you can rest a while longer."