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Mike had always been a natural early riser, who could wake up at the crack of dawn and still feel refreshed and ready for the day ahead. However, it didn't mean he had to like it, and after a fitful night in a sofa, Mike felt even less ready to get up.

Mike groaned at the sound of his alarm, his face mushed into the fake brown leather of his sofa. Surprisingly, he'd been incredibly tired when he'd gotten back to his flat, and had all but collapsed into the couch after he had set his alarm. The sound of it now, blaring in his ear after spending a couple of hours on his sofa was not exactly welcome.

He reached for his phone, contemplating if he should throw it at the wall or not. He probably shouldn't, but it was damn tempting. The screen lit up and Mike winced at the brightness. At the push of a button the beeping stopped, and Mike let his arm drop back to the floor, mobile still in hand. Time to get up then.

The leather making a god awful tearing sound as he separated from it. It clung to his skin, sticky and warm after the hours he'd spent unmoving on it. There was a lovely spot of drool where his head had been, and Mike rubbed at his cheek to try and remove the rest.

Mike stumbled over to his bathroom, intent on making himself look at least somewhat presentable for his 'first' day on the job. Or night. Whatever.

The white, fluorescent light of his bathroom assaulted his eyes when Mike flicked the switch. Rubbing at his eyes, Mike stumbled further into the room and caught himself on the sink. Mike stated into the mirror in front of him. He was still pale, or maybe he'd always been pale, his veins practically visible under the thin skin of his temples. His dark hair was matted up after his brief nap, sticking up in odd directions and refused to smooth down when he patted it with water. He really needed to invest in a hairbrush at this point. Sighing in defeat, he reached over into his shower to turn the stream on, leaving the water to warm up as he brushed his teeth and got undressed. Stepping into the stream was akin to receiving a blessing at this point, and Mike let the water rush over him, chasing away the lingering stickiness that seemed to coat him.

Mike could feel in his bones how well this night was going to go. Or maybe he'd just slept funny.

Three hours later found Mike sat at his desk, staring into his maintenance computer screen like it would offer him a cure for his boredom. "Order cups, print flyers, would've thought he'd've mention this before." Mike grumbled "Unclog toilets? No-ones even used them yet, how the Hell could they be blocked? And why is it a computer function?" Sighing, Mike tapped through a couple of the camera feeds, staring at empty room after empty room. God this was so boring. How could people do this type of shit for a living? Maybe he could take a nap? A nap couldn't possibly hurt.

Mike shut his eyes.

A sharp crash came from outside the room. Blinking too, Mike gave a groan, stretching his arms above his head to hear his shoulders pop. Another little clatter like a mop falling on the floor managed to rouse him further, and Mike rolled himself over to the camera screen, lazily flipping through the cameras. Probably just a cat. He flipped through the different feeds, landing on the storage room.

The red doors that he had locked just that afternoon were wide open, still swinging on their hinges as if something had forced it's way through them. Mike glanced up over the screen. The rabbit animatronic was standing just outside the door.

Mike blinked. Closed his eyes and counted to five. Opened them.

The bunny was still there, it's yellow fur matted around the joints. It was peaking around the corner, like it didn't want him to see it, even though it was a giant, off-yellow animatronic rabbit costume. A costume that could apparently move on it's own. What the Hell had he signed up for?

"Um..," Mike stuttered. The animatronic continued to stare at him. Very slowly, Mike turned back to his desk, ignoring the way his hands shook. There was a creek, and a groan. Mike didn't dare look. When he finally did, peaking out of the corner of his eye, it was gone.

Ok. So maybe he'd imagined it. Yeah, obviously. His sleep addled brain was playing tricks on him, same as yesterday. That didn't alter the fact that the store room's doors were still wide open on his screen. Something tapped on the glass of his little room.

Mike looked up.

Yep, that was Bonnie alright. Staring into his room, in full view this time. Its jaw was twitching, like it couldn't wait to chomp down on his head. Mike took a deep breath, not daring to look away as he palmed at his desk, searching for is mobile so he could call for assistance. In his fumbling, Mike knocked at his keyboard, and one of the old tapes Scott had mentioned earlier that day started playing in another room. Almost instantly, the bunny was up and off, marching it's way down the corridor and, thank fuck, away from Mike.

Ok, so its attracted to sound.

Quick as lightning Mike was flicking through the cameras, following the yellow bunny suit through the building until it entered a bathroom. As Mike watched, it seemed to stop in front of one of the mirrors. It started to stare at itself. Mike wondered if he should turn the camera off so it could have a minute alone to contemplate its existence.

God what the actual living fuck?

So that was the game they played for the majority of the night. The springlock suit would get too close to the security room, Mike would distract it with a tape, and soon Mike was feeling comfortable enough to relax again, if only slightly. Spring Bonnie was in the kitchen, surveying the old ovens that probably hadn't seen use since the early nineties. Mike could feel his eyes drooping.

... SMASH!

For the second time that night Mike was jolted awake by a crash, only this time it came with the added bonus of a giant yellow rabbit in his room.

Mike froze.

Despite his terror, Bonnie wasn't paying that much attention to him, too busy looking at the maintenance screen on the opposite side of the room to Mike. It would've had to have walked past him to get there. Jesus, how hadn't he woken up? His coffee cup was smashed on the floor, the last dregs of cold coffee spilled on the concrete surface.

Many things were not going as planned.

"Um-" Mike started, and Bonnie's head swung round on its stump eerily to stare at him. Mike started to panic. "Hey, no! No, don't pay any attention to me, I'm, ah, I'm not gonna bother you! You can, order as many paper towels as you want. Just, maybe don't eat me? Please?"

Bonnie's mouth unhinged like a snake, it's old plastic teeth as gray and dirty as the rest of it. "M.. mi-al.."

The bright chime from Mike's mobile interrupted the breathy rasp of the animatronic. Mike glanced down at it. Six o'clock, end of shift.

When he looked back up, the golden rabbit was gone.

Let's ignore that uts been a year, ok?

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