Chapter 3: Night Two
Mike proceeded back to the restaurant that night. The streets were oddly dead around the place, and the night was pretty warm for the middle of winter. That didn't stop him from shuddering as he approached the front doors.
He unlocked the doors and stepped inside. The place felt even more eerie after the events that had taken place the previous night. He didn't even stop to look at the show stage because he was afraid they would start staring at him or something. He was freaked out enough.
He walked into the office and sat down in the chair. Contemplating the life choices he made to even get a job like this, he picked up the cams and waited for the night to start. Part of him felt like calling the police, but he knew they'd just lock him up in a mental hospital. After all, who would believe him if he said he was about to be murdered by lovable robots built to entertain children?
The clock struck 12:00 finally. The phone rang, as if on cue. The message told him to keep an eye on Foxy. The mysterious guy also told him Freddy doesn't come off stage very often, but he becomes very active in the dark. Also, the animatronics get become more active as the week progresses. Sure enough, Bonnie left the stage right after the guy on the phone mentioned that, even skipping the dining room and going straight to the parts room.
Chica moved off of the stage. She stood in the dining room, staring at the camera. Mike guessed that she loved to pose for it. Bonnie made a dive for his door, but he closed it just in time. Foxy was still in his cove, waiting for the guard to look away for too long.
The time was 3:00 a.m. Time was not moving quite as fast as the previous night. Chica was in the kitchen making a bunch of noise. Mike assumed she was in there breaking plates or something. He couldn't wait for the night to finally be over.
He forgot to check on Foxy, who was peeking out from behind the curtain. Luckily, it was 5:00 a.m. He would be able to leave any moment.
He shut Chica out one last time. Bonnie had only hit is door twice surprisingly. Freddy remained in his spot on the show stage. Mike wondered what he was planning.
The clock struck six. Mike got out of his chair and walked to the exit. He had survived to see another night. What was going to happen to him if he survived all five nights? There weren't many people going around sharing their stories as a night guard. He guessed there was only one way to find out, but he'd have to survive the fifth night first.
Author's Note:
These chapters are all so short. It'll be a snap finishing this story. Sorry if there are typos all over the place. I am just flying through these chapters before I get writer's block or become too lazy to type them. I kind of proof read as I go though, so there should not be that many errors. The only thing I have to worry about is this stupid track pad moving the cursor to the middle of the damn document! Sorry, it has happened twenty freaking times already, even with palm rejection.
Anyway, see you in the next chapter!