In the office, I tossed the cum-stained shirt under my desk. When Baby stepped in behind me, she looked around the same room and was in complete awe of it all. It was nothing more than a desk, control panel, and wall-mounted monitor, but she acted like it was some kind of pizzeria nirvana.

"This room ... is where you stay?" Baby asked. "It looks very nice."

"Well, I don't stay here all night." I corrected her. "This is where I do my work while you entertain the kids." I sat down at the desk and reached for the computer tower, powering it on and waiting for it to boot up incredibly slowly. "I have to order some stuff for the store. You can look around if you want, just be careful."

"Yes." Baby replied with a nod, and started to walk forward. The room shook slightly with each step, and without turning I could tell where she was headed. First, she stopped at the control panel. I heard whirring sounds as her head and arms moved, I assume to examine the thing. "What is this?" she asked.

"Oh, that's what I use so you'll know which show to play for the kids." I replied. "But now that we're here ... is that how it really works, or is it just for show?"

"I am only in this free-roaming mode because you used my secret power button." Baby explained as she looked at the panel. "When I am entertaining children, I am only aware of my conversations with them, and what I am programmed to do. I am essentially a 'regular' animatronic entertainer without you, Anon." That sounded more creepy than reassuring and I still wasn't sure if I believed her. Hell, I still wasn't ruling out waking up in my bed with a wet spot on my sheets.

"So you're telling me that I can keep you in 'regular' mode by powering you off using that button again?" I asked. Baby remained silent. I smirked; she accidentally told me how to shut her up and stop her from having a mind. "Don't worry, I love having you around like this. I think it'll be great." I said, starting to load up the catalog on the computer.

"I agree." Baby said. I heard her stomping towards me, pausing behind my chair. "What are you using this computer for?" She asked.

"Well, we need to have games and better things for guests." I explained. "I have to use the computer to order that stuff and wait until it gets sent to us. Would you like to help me?"

"I would enjoy that." Baby replied. She leaned down to get a better look at the screen, and placed a hand on my shoulder. I expected the weight of her hand to press down and possibly break something in me, but surprisingly I didn't feel much pressure at all; I guessed that she used the same kind of gentle touch that she did on me earlier. I quietly sighed in relief, but she either didn't notice or ignored it.

"We only have two video games to choose from, so we'll get both of those." I said, clicking on Fruity Maze and Midnight Motorist to purchase them. As I scrolled through the different categories, I saw a few things that caught my eye: a ride that consisted of two rockets, appropiately named 'Riding Rockets.' They looked safe enough, and I thought they were cool. I'll just grab those as well. A basketball game called 'Carnival Hoops' came next; I loved those little "throw the ball in the hoop and win a whole one ticket" games from my childhood.

Clicking around again, I moved from 'Smiles and Servos, Inc.' to 'Stan's Budget Tech.' Weird names for stores, but there isn't anything about this whole night that hasn't been weird. I quickly bought a very fancy-looking set of foil plates, cups, and party hats, all with a shiny and colorful finish.

"Hey Baby," I asked, turning around to face her. Her head slowly turned to look at me. "I think your stage is pretty big for just you on it. Do you want a different one?" Baby's green eyes flickered at my question, as if she was excited. "I'll take that as a yes." I smiled.

"I like that one." Baby pointed. I gulped when I saw her arm slowly move past my head and her index finger extend towards the screen. I looked back to the screen, seeing that was pointing at a one-robot stage with a curtain covering it. Spotlights pointed at the curtains on both sides to light up whoever was performing, and two large speakers sat to the left and right on the floor. Five red, round, swivel chairs were in front of the stage, and on the very top were two bright, golden stars.

If memory served, this was the same kind of design that 'Pirate Cove' had back when I was a kid. Foxy, a pirate fox animatronic with a hook for one hand and an eyepatch over his left eye, stayed behind the curtain and never worked right. I was never very interested in him because I never actually got to see him move.

"You do?" I asked. "The curtain is pretty, but the whole thing looks kind of cheap. Do you really want something that small?" I looked at her again. Baby had leaned in much closer to me, with her head directly beside mine. Her head turned, and she began to whisper in my ear. I could see her eyes flicker out of the corners of my own.

"That curtain will hide me from the guests." Baby whispered. "We can play grown-up games during the day and they will think that I am powered off."

Click. Purchased.

I couldn't find anything remotely resembling a salad bar or anything meant for the actual food aspect of the restaurant, nor could I find anything for the prize counter. Just decorations, lights, and some of the worst excuses for attractions I had ever seen. One of the 'animatronics' was a milk crate, and another was a broom! No wonder this place closed down!

You know, besides all of the dead people.

I decided to take one last look at the servos category and the budget tech category, since they seemed to have the coolest stuff. I found a gumball machine that looked like a happy little dude with arms and a smiling, mouth-open face, and he couldn't actually move. Since he had no feet, the arms didn't function, he wasn't a threat and couldn't slit throats, he could come in. Offering gumballs for kids couldn't hurt.

My final purchase (because I was likely running out of money) was probably the most important: a medical station. As far as I knew, nothing I bought could hurt anyone, but damn if I wasn't gonna take that chance. Even if I have to install them in another room so parents won't wonder why I even have them, I'm going to be prepared.

When I exited the catalog, I saw a list pop-up on screen; the tasks I was supposed to do every night before leaving. I had actually done them a whopping one time; I had no need for more pizza kits, banners, or anything of the sort. The option for unclogging toilets was a weird one, considering I didn't know where the bathrooms were. Do we have bathrooms? Legally we have to, right?

"Two-thousand, five-hundred and ninety-five dollars." Baby said. I paused, trying to figure out what she was talking about.

"Huh?" I asked, spinning around in my chair and facing her.

"That is how much money you just spent." Baby replied. "That's quite a large sum of money. You must really care about making the restaurant a success."

"Uh, yeah." I said with a nod. I had completely forgotten to check my phone and see how much my uncle had actually left me. "I'll be right back, Baby. Just wait here, okay?" I ran out of the office as fast as I could, almost tripping over my own feet before I reached the kitchen, running to the corner and grabbing my phone off the floor. After a few taps on the screen, I could feel the color begin to leave my face.

The son of a bitch had only left me a hundred bucks and a message. The note read "I called corporate about your food issues. Only buy something small as a start. Learn responsibility." So since my uncle waits until I'm an adult to teach me about handling money, I'm $2,495 in the hole. Will all of this stuff even get delivered? I frantically tapped to access my e-mail, hoping I would get something, anything at all, to calm my nerves.

'Smiles and Servos, Inc.: Order accepted' and 'Stan's Budget Tech: Order accepted' were two of the subject lines in my long list of unread messages. Just before I could exit out, two new messages popped up above them: more e-mails from the same company, only with 'items shipped' in their subjects. Why would online stores ship this late at night?

I walked back into the office to see Baby waiting on me. She had her hands behind her back and looked at the floor.

"Is everything okay?" I asked. Baby slowly looked up at me. The blush circles around her mouth lit up, as if she was actually blushing in embarassment.

"I ... tried to help." Baby replied. "I thought getting the items in a few hours would be better than waiting days. I ... pushed a few buttons. I'm sorry." Baby sounded genuinely sorry for what she did, but she looked so cute trying to apologize that I couldn't be angry with her. I looked down at my phone again and with another few taps, found out I was an additional $3000 in the red from overnight shipping of so many heavy items.

I knew that even fast shipping probably shouldn't run me that much, but leave it to anyone associated with Fazbear Entertainment to milk someone's wallet dry.

"It's fine." I said. Baby smiled and slowly approached me, pulling me into a hug. Again, I expected my windpipe to be crushed, but I barely felt pressure. I reached around and patted her back, feeling cold metal against my palm. "I should probably call for help, though. Maybe the guys will think-"

What Baby said at the beginning rang through my mind. "No one will believe you." I think she said that in case I wasn't into it and decided to run, but regardless, she was right. Anondos and Mike would just think I was completely insane. She didn't need to hold that above me, but I would rather not risk the guys thinking something was going on.

I wanted her to myself anyway. Even if for some reason she did speak to Anondos or Mike, it wasn't like anything would happen: Anondos would run like a scared girl and Mike would probably just put on his Freddy suit and hide in the office. Baby was my secret, and I was glad to keep it that way.