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"I always looked for a man to rescue me and bring me happiness." ~ Linda Evans

The second night for a night guard must seem like a bittersweet moment in their lives. They may have survived the first night, whether easy or difficult, they now must suffer the second night which won't be easy in the slightest. This is the night when the kids come to life. Bonnie, led by Jack, came wandering early. Michael and Gavin will catcall, wrestling an arguing, but somehow managed to get Chica down to the end of the hall and to the door. Conner would sing Freddy's song on the stage, watching the little red lights on the security cameras flicker on and off. Stephanie supervised, standing by Pirate's Cove, waiting for her time.

I sat on the desk of the security office, watching Mike check the camera feed on the tablet and sipping for a soda beside me. I watched the clock, waiting for it to hit midnight, the hour that everything began. Once the clock clicked midnight, the phone rang and played the set recording. I'd heard it a thousand times over. I could recite it from heart. Mike barely paid attention to it. Usually, this could cost guards their lives. I wasn't about to let that happen.

"I'm determined to keep you alive," I whispered to Mike, though I knew he couldn't hear. "I'll show those jerk little kids…I'll show them."

Mike perked a little, looking around which gave me that tiny glimmer of hope that for once in my eternal suffering someone could hear me. Mike returned to his tablet as the phone call ends. The noises begun. I could feel the children gathering, wandering the building, and laughing as they sang and led their toys to the office. Mike seemed oblivious, and I envied that. Oh, how it must feel to be human and not hear the moans of the dead. Mike tested the left door light, lighting up Bonnie's matted purple fur as she grinned back at him. Mike leapt slightly, slamming the button. I spotted Jack in the window. He winked at me.

"Open the door," he mouthed.

"No," I hissed.

He frowned, looking over at Bonnie. I turned back to Mike. This security guard was much sterner than those recently before him. He stayed focused and refused to waver at the surprising sight of Bonnie in his doorway. I began pondering why a man such as him, who seemed like he could easily work somewhere else for better pay and better chance of living, would work here. He turned, opening the door again. Bonnie was gone.

"They're holding back tonight," I sighed.

Some nights they would get extra bored or anxious and get into the room before their animatronic friends. They would freeze the buttons on the door or the light, making it impossible to keep the deadly creatures out. I groaned. Creatures. They weren't creatures. They were living being with a mind and heart of their own. They weren't some play thing to be led around by these soulless brats.

"Hey, mister mechanic?"

I spun around, spotting Stephanie in the room. She rocked on her heels, grinning devilishly. I snarled. She had something planned. I hated it when she had something planned. The time was barely 1 now. She glanced to her left, I followed her gaze. Jack stood at the door, tapping the door button. He was sticking it. Mike wouldn't be able to close it soon. The time. I glanced down at Stephanie.

"Foxy wants to play," she purred.

"Leave him out of this!" I ordered.

Mike perked again but shrugged it off.

"Stop talking or you'll wake the night guard," snapped Stephanie. "We don't want him to ruin the surprise."

Mike had the table down, looking between the doors. He wasn't watching Foxy. How long hadn't he been watching Foxy? Stephanie began humming as she stepped out. I stood up, trying to figure out a way to keep Foxy out and Mike alive. Jack snickered, leaving. I had to do something. I could feel my throat locking up. Couldn't breath. I stepped up to Mike, reaching out as if to alert him but merely phased through him. I wasn't real. I was a ghost to him. I couldn't help him like this.

I heard the pitter patter of Foxy's feet. He was running. He was in the hall. Mike was reaching for his tablet but it would be too late. I turned my attention to the door. Maybe if I tried hard enough, I could press the button and shut it in time to keep Foxy out. Mike would hardly notice and if he did at least he would be alive to do so. I continually pounded at the button but my hand refused to make contact. I wasn't tangible enough to touch anything but the ground. i hated this! I hated this!

"You can't stop him once he's running," hummed Stephanie, standing in the doorway. "He's coming."

"No!" I screamed.

I felt the smoothness of the button slip down as my hand crashed into it. It even hurt. The door came hurtling down, slamming just as Foxy was turning on his heels. I could see Stephanie's eyes widen. The door shut with a slam. Foxy pounded several times before silence fell again. I was panting, finding my breath again. I did it. I actually did it. I heard a click from behind me, faintly familiar. I turned around slowly. Mike stood, gun in hand, eyes narrowed. He could see me, i gathered.

"Who are you!?" shouted Mike.

"I just saved your life!" I snapped back. Not a very good first impression. "Foxy comes when you stop checking or when you check too often! You've always gotta keep an eye on him!"

"Huh?" perked Mike.

"Look, I know this sounds crazy but just trust me. I've been here a lot longer than you have," I sighed. "Bonnie always comes from the left, Chica from the right and Freddy comes when the power runs out."

"Nice to know," Mike shrugged, lowering his gun slightly. "Who are you?"

"Tyler…look it up," I nodded.

I could feel myself losing strength. Leaning up against the door, I fell right through it, returning to my ghostly life. Adjusting myself, I peered back into the room, finding Mike in a panic. I couldn't help but laugh. First time in a long time. He went back to work quick though, checking the screen more frequently than before. He looked around the room though. I suppose he was looking for me. I was sitting in front of him.