I immediately called the owner and asked where the keys were but here was the response.
"I don't know where the hell those keys are! The person that knows SHOULD be you, but apparently you are stupid as hell and didn't ask before that other employee left!"
Somebody is pissed.
I threw a piece of glass at Chica, it slammed into her head, but the glass broke and Chica didn't get weaker, she got ANGRIER.
Oh no, please spare me, SOMEONE?
I found a hiding spot and Chica ran right past it. It leaded to a room that looked a lot like an Interrogation room. I looked through the drawers and found the keys to the exit, but how was I gonna make it back? That question had to get answered, but then I dropped the keys and the sound echoed.
I had to find a spot to hide before Chica finds me. I found a spot. It was an extremely slim space in a corner that was covered by more drawers.
Then I saw her walk out, but I wanted to stay back here. I looked at my watch, it was 4:02. I got 1 hour and 58 minutes of MORE TORTURE.
I peaked out of the corner, then I heard running, I slid back into the corner and Foxy entered the room. Foxy looked everywhere and even, in the spot that I AM IN. I slid under the table beside the corner and sprinted down the hall.
Chica AND Foxy is now chasing me now.
I slid down the hall, then I found another room, it was the BATHROOM. I had to hide in a stall. So I ran into the bathroom and stood up on the toilet, crouched down, in a stall.
Foxy entered the room and couldn't find me. So he walked out. Then I heard the 6AM clock go off, they ran back to the stage.
I ran to the exit, sweating like I lived in Arizona.
The employee looked at me weirdly,
"You are lucky you don't have my job!"
"Oh trust me, I know!"
I ran down the sidewalk, ran down the street, ran down the dirt road, slammed into my front door, and fell asleep on my front porch.
My mom came at the door, confused.
"Why the hell did I push him out my a*?" My mom said.
