I can't move from my desk.
"No. Sh_. God, no. Sh_! F_!"
What do I do? What do I do? Why the hell has no one ever told me what to do in this situation? Didn't the management think that this might be important?
Get it together man! Think! Got to think!
Police! Call police!
What the hell do I tell them though? I've learned a long time ago not to tell people what goes on at work. They always think that I'm exaggerating about how creepy the animatronics can get.
No. Don't say that animatronics are killing kids. Tell them that there's been a murder. That'll at least get them to come, hopefully with a big ass shotgun.
I get the phone out. First time ever using it since Phone Guy left his messages.
Nothing. No ring tone. Oh dear God. The storm's knocked out the phone lines.
I look back to the tablet, wanting to do something. I pull up Backstage. I wish I hadn't.
They've got that kid with them. He's screaming and trying to get away. They've got a spare suit with them. I've got to put it down. I've got to put it down, but I don't, thinking that by watching I can somehow help this kid. It's not. The kid begins to realize what's going on and fights harder. Not nearly enough. Freddy and Bonnie push him in head first through the back. I hear the sound of flesh pealing and bones crunching intermingled with the kid's screams of pain. Thankfully, they finally stop. Freddy and Bonnie stare at the kids remains for a little while and then move out.
There are three more. There are three kids somewhere in the store. They're being chased by the animatronics. Eventually, the animatronics will catch them. There's no doubt that they will. No one can help them. There's no one I can get on the phone. The only person they have left is…me.
No. I'm not going out there. Not at night, not while they're still out there. What could I do, anyway? If I couldn't stand against those things in my own office, what could I do outside on their own turf? Those kids were asking for it, breaking in here like this.
Asking to be killed? What am I saying? Just ignore them, the problem will get sorted out on its own, the animatronics will take care of it. I must have an illustrious career in the management if that's my attitude towards people caught in this kind of situation.
Okay, but what can I do? I've got to get those kids into this office. It's safe here, or at least it is with me. I've got to get to those kids somehow and bring them back here. That means going outside my office.
God, why?
I'll need some idea of where they are first. I look on the tablet. They couldn't have gotten that far away from the Dining Area. They probably tried to stay away from the West side of the store too, since that's where the animatronics took their friend. Check East side; Kitchen, no noise, though I guess if they were hiding there, they'd be trying to stay quiet. If I can't find them anywhere else, they've probably hidden themselves in there, maybe trying to hide in the freezer. I check the Restrooms, and I see some movement. Just a bit, but I could see someone's foot slide into one of the restrooms. It's an obvious hiding spot. A really bad one. It's the first place the animatronics will search, right next to the Dining Area. Now I need to find out where the animatronics are. Foxy's still in his Cove. Is he as scared by the activity that's been going on as the kids are? Still though, no way of telling what's he's going to do, better steer clear of him. More of a reason to not go up the West Hall. Dining Area. Nothing. Show Stage. They're all there, in position. Why? Why haven't they spread out to find the remaining kids? I look at the layout of the store on the bottom left corner of the image, trying to get an idea of where they are in relation to the rest of the store. I think I understand them now. From the Show Stage, they've got a view of the entire Dining Area, the center of the restaurant. Anyone trying to go anywhere has to go through the Dining Area. It's connected to both West and East Halls, the Pirate Cove, the Restrooms, Kitchen, and Backstage. If the kids try to head for an exit, they'll pass right in front of them. They're just holding positions until they can figure out a plan of attack. That means if I'm going to do anything, I've got to do it now before they figure out what to do. I'll need to work my way up the East Hall and try to sneak through the Dining Area up to the Restrooms, right in front of them. F_ me.
I put on my backpack, which I carry my two flashlights in. It's a little trick I've learned to cheat in the game I play with the animatronics. With the flashlights, as long as they've got full batteries, and I always make sure that they do, I never have to waste power on the lights for my blind spots. I don't know how I can use them now without giving away my position, but maybe I'll find a use for them. At least I can take the tablet with me.
I turn to the East Hall, and I ignore one of the first bits of advice Phone Guy ever gave me. Don't leave the office. Maybe he should have kept his own advice instead of trying to hide Back Stage.
I keep my lights off and my steps short. I can't give away anything. Somehow, painfully, I make it to the door to the Dining Area. There shouldn't be enough light for the animatronics to notice me coming in, but then again, I'm not sure how much they rely on light anyway. I lean against the doorway, keeping myself away from the door window. I check the tablet again. Chica's gone into the Dining Area. She's staring up at Camera 1B vacantly. Does she know what I'm trying to do? At least she's facing the camera, opposite where I' m entering.
I'm crazy. I know I'm crazy. A sane man wouldn't be working here. A sane man wouldn't have the left the only safe place he knew about, right into the path of a bunch of homicidal animatronic animals.
Well, apparently those kids need a maniac.
Why me?