Chapter 3

Steve wakes the next day feeling weary. He wasn't able to sleep properly, and tossed and turned though his sleep. It was already twelve in the afternoon and he was feeling hungry. He heads down into the kitchen half asleep. As he enters he finds his mother to the left of him at the stove boiling potatoes for lunch. She quickly glances at him then spoons out the potatoes that were ready, "well hello there, good morning and afternoon." She pauses, "I made you some breakfast, it's in the microwave. I didn't know when you would wake up."

He heads towards the microwave down to the corner left, "ahh, thanks."

"Mhm."

He doesn't bother warming up his brunch, and takes it to the table with a fork in hand.

"There's syrup and butter on the table."

Steve helps himself and drowns his pancakes in the sticky syrup. Then digs into his plate of food.

"So how was work honey?"

'Work?...' Steve stopped stuffing his face and dropped his fork on the plate. His job. He had forgotten all about it, it probably wasn't one of those bad dreams after all then. He was about to open his mouth to speak, when his little sister comes running in with an arm full of plushies. She heads to the table and sits in front of Steve laying her toys out all over the table. "Look what I won!" She pulls out a purple plushy from the bunch. Steve tenses up when he sees the purple plush have long bunny ears. She pulls out two others, "and I got these too!" One yellow and the other one brown. They seem to resemble the characters from Freddy's. Chills ran up and down his arms as Stacy waved the plushies out in front of his face.

"Oh how nice…" Steve says between his teeth.

"You want to hold?" she shoves the purple toy towards him.

"Stacy off the table! The table is for eating not for playing," her mother said strictly. She sits back down in the seat and gathers her toys together and leaves the kitchen. Steve went back to finishing his food though his appetite was kind of gone after recalling the events that happened last night.

He talks with his mouth full, "she got those at the place?"

"Yeah and a few other things." She shook her head, "I'm going to need to give some of those toys away. She has so many."

"Give her a break. She's just a little kid."

"I know I know…"

Bryant would have never thought that Steve, his very serious friend, would be unexpectedly outside of his apartment on a day he never called him over. He looked through the peephole as Steve waited impatiently for his friend to answer the door. "Come on Bryant open the door. I know you're there," he said angrily.

The door swung open, "well if it isn't the guy with a job." Steve just gave him a glare. He let Steve enter his apartment. "I was just cleaning up. You know? I took your advice and I won't spend my money this week on someone else to do my work.

"Cleaning up?" he said under his breath. "It looks the same as yesterday."

"How do you know how yesterday looks like?"

"Sorry I meant to say, it looks worse than yesterday," he says flatly. He heads to the couch but when he sees it was occupied with junk and other unrecognizable things, he then decides to sit on the armchair with a brown colored stain that sat across.

"Oh come on," Bryant plops onto the pile of clothes that was on the couch. "I don't go to your house and start talking about its imperfections."

"Yeah and you never will. Besides I live with my mother."

"And that's why you'll never get a girlfriend."

"Shut up!"

Bryant pitifully looks at Steve, "so how's that job going?" He picks up a cold ramen cup from the coffee table and forks the noodles in his mouth. Then slurps them while the brownish beefy flavored water runs down his chin in the process.

Steve then remembered why he came here in the first place. Though he didn't want to begin telling his friend about the job because he would start saying 'I told you so.' And Steve would be wanting to wring his neck afterward. Also he didn't want to stay home either because then his little sister would want to start playing with those devil toys that was suppose to resemble those characters. Just working at the job was enough. Plus now and then he felt as if he was being watched sometimes. That Bonnie was behind a building waiting for him when he reached the end of the street. It was only a matter of time that he would start hallucinating during the day. It was only one night and he already feels overwhelmed, they were toying with. And tonight he will be going back again for his second day. Steve sat there in a daze.

"Hello is someone there?" Bryant threw his empty ramen cup at him.

Steve shook out of it, "what?"

"I said how's your job going?"

"Fine."

"I don't believe you. So are the rumors true?" he lifts an eyebrow. "Do I even need to tell you. I-"

"Yeah you told me so. Bla bla bla," he cut him off. "Duudee..." He runs both hands through his hair. "That job... just ruined my childhood, and I-" he chokes, "don't want to go back."

"You're-not-one-to-be-scared-easily," Bryant said in between bites of a twinkie he was eating, that he found laying around. He licked the cream filling off his finger, "I mean like all I could say. Is don't die." He laughs, "no but really, you have to watch your back because what I heard is that the nights only get longer and trickier. It's a war and they want something."

"Just how do you know this?" Steve asked, suspicious of his friend. Bryant stayed silent and raised an eyebrow.

After the phone guy's call, Steve understands a little more about the animatronics. But what did he mean by the puppet always thinking? Who is this puppet? He might have been one of those characters on the wall he missed when looking around the restaurant. He had to admit the new robotic design is what made him have chills. 'The whole reason they changed their image was because they smelled?' He questioned. Ok he was no genius but couldn't they have power hosed them down. That's unsanitary if they don't keep their entertainment clean. But then again it was about time to make them more modern. Something didn't seem right about when the phone guy said something about Foxy being twitchy. That just made the hair in the back of his head stand up. He imagined a fox coming towards him all twitchy, with his head jerking back. 'No.' He shook his head, he shouldn't be imaging thinks like that at his work he'll get distracted with keeping watch. He had a feeling tonight he would have no time for slacking and would need to keep a vigilant eye on the animatronics. There was also this feeling in the back of his mind that, that purple bunny will be visiting again.

It was one o'clock, an hour had passed and it was all good. He checked every room just to make sure he didn't skip over anything. Just then camera 9 blacks out and starts to static and as well as camera 11. 'Oh no it's starting.' Steve thought. He checks through the rooms once more and the purple bunny had made its move. Steve later found him in room three looking toward the camera. In a few second the screen turns to black. "Shit," Steve said under his breath. 'There has to be away to stop them,' he thought.

Just as he was about to wind up the box the modernized Foxy Pops out at the top right corner looking into the camera. He flashes him multiple times then winds the box. He then closes the screen and checks around his surroundings. He swore he heard a noise he can't be too paranoid but then again he can't ignore anything either. It was a little boy's voice and it echoed.

New Bonnie had migrated to room four, and balloon boy was missing from his spot in the game area. Just as the camera moved right the spider looking robotic animatronic Foxy was again at the top right of the screen. What was wrong that animatronic? It's like he wasn't finished being built or something. It was like they tried to bring him back but things went wrong so he got abandoned.

Again he heard noise as if someone was approaching. He checks his surroundings and the red Foxy was down the hall. He flashes his light then checks the vent, new Bonnie was now in the vent on his right. "Why does that thing always come for me first?" He checks up on Foxy and finds Chica midway down the hall. He puts on his hat and waits a bit. 'Maybe… maybe… she'll go away.' He takes off the hat and she was still there.

He then checks some of the rooms again and winds up the box. Vent noises sound again, and he flashes all the dark areas finding Foxy still down the hall and Chica on his left in the vents. When he checks the right side the signal interrupts. "Hello," a boys voice says. He closes the screen and finds Bonnie creeping out the vent. He struggles to put the hat on, but made it in time right when Bonnie passes by. He sits there for a while till he felt it was safe to remove the hat. His heart wouldn't stop beating, he felt as if it was about to burst in his chest. And his ears starts to throb with the loud thumping of his heart.

He tries to flash his light down the hall but it wouldn't work. "Shit don't die on me just yet." He hits the flashlight on his hand to get it working again, and discovers Chica near the entrance of the room. He thought for a moment, it was as if Chica was playing around with him. Popping out everywhere and not coming for him. Just like an annoying child that teases you, "Catch me if you can."

He was left with the conclusion that Chica and Foxy worked together. They always seem to be down the hall switching places, messing around with him. Foxy was like that kid who always stops by to look at you but never says anything. Like a shy kid who doesn't know what he wants when asked to make a decision. And Bonnie… well Bonnie was like those creepy kids who are always watching you, and isn't scared to approach a stranger to ask them a question. And might be clingy if they like you.

As Foxy and Chicka kept playing around, he quit looking through the rooms and just focused on his surroundings and the game room. There was no point looking around if he already knew danger was around him. He went through the rest of his night with his little plan he set up. At this rate it was survival mode, and they wanted to play survival of the fittest. They might have mentally destroyed other people before him who had this job, but he wasn't going to go down easily. He regained his confidence, and wanted to prove he is the only one who could handle this. He saw through six in the morning which wasn't that long.

When he went back home from his job he felt like a new man. Maybe this job will change him in a good way and not in a bad way like his friend describes. He actually looked forward to the next night.

Well I want Pancakes now. Hope you like, to who ever reads this or follows and see you next time. Happy winter break! Christmass, Xmass, hanukkah, kawanzaa or just Happy December the last month of this year 2014.