Chapter 4

Steve had called out his friend to a small restaurant that had opened up around his neighborhood. It was a small coffee shop looking fastfood restaurant kind of place with tables scattered all over and walls divided the place into sections. He had to admit it was a bit cozy. He waited lonely by the window in a booth thinking about his job. He was wondering if Chica and Foxy had an attack pattern together. He knew Bonnie came to him randomly, but he never saw Freddy move. Not that he wanted to see him move, but why hasn't he?

The waiter had came by with a glass of water. She was a clumsy small girl who spoke in a soft voice. His deep thinking quickly changed and his focus shifted to her, wondered if she acted the same way outside of work. Right before his thoughts could go any further his friend slams the table making his grand entrance and breaking him away from his thoughts and scaring the waiter away.

"Did I make you wait long?" Bryant said in his most feminine voice. He flips his imaginary long hair to the side.

"Shut the fuck up!"

"Aww so mean," he puffed his cheeks and flicks his wrist. He changed his voice back to normal. "So," he looks around then takes a seat opposite of him, "I think that girl's interested in you."

"Shut up."

"I'm being serious. She kept glancing at you when I came in."

"She's... just worried about her customers, that's all. Or maybe she's looking out the window."

"Na man. She's interested. I know a girl in love at first sight when I see one." Bryant tried to persuade him to go out with the girl.

Steve reclined, " well you know keep dreaming your little fantasies you try to drag me in."

"I will. I think you should ask her out."

"I don't even know her."

"Come on! You guys can get to know each other."

At the entrance of the restaurant a tall woman comes in through the door and orders a small coffee to go. She had long caramel colored hair, she wore sunglasses and had on black heeled boots. She spots the two men quarreling in the far end of the restaurant. She removes her shades then shakes her head pitying them. The lady at the cashier hands her, her coffee and she pays her back with cash.

The mysterious woman heads toward the rowdy table with her coffee in hand. "Well if it isn't the losers."

"Melisa!" Bryant yells out throwing his arms up. "It's been awhile."

"Yeah," she signals with her cup, "may I."

Bryant scoots over to make room for the new guest. She takes a sip, "so what what are you guys doing here?"

"Nothing. Why? Is it strange for two guys to be at a restaurant?" Steve replied halfway ticked but for other reasons. He turns his head toward the window and looks out into the parking lot. He swore for a moment he thought he saw Chica getting out of a car, but it was only a fat woman dressed in all yellow, from a yellow hat to yellow shoes. He pinches his ear to make sure he was a wake and winces at the sudden pain which then caused him to yawn. He shouldn't be tired he slept a good amount of time.

"Well when I came through the door you guys looked like a gay married couple quarreling."

"Well Steve did call me out," Bryant said in his most gayish voice. "So I guess you can call this a date."

"Shut the fuck up."

"Is that true?" She looked at Steve. "And this is why you guys can't pick up chicks."

"Like you know anything about that," Steve replied to her.

Bryant cleared his throat, "well Mr. Hot shot here was getting a few eyes here and there. I tell him he always gets the attention, but he doesn't want to believe me."

"And who were these eyes?" Melisa asked interested. Steve just sat back and rolled his eyes to their conversation. Bryant signaled across the room toward the petite waiter. "Her?" She tilted her head. Then looked back at Steve, "she not bad. You should go for her!" She said bubbly. "She's just adorable and will fit your image"

'Fit my image?' Steve thought. 'What does she mean by fit my image?' Her comments sort of ticked him off.

"I knew you were lezbonish," Bryant blurted out.

She punched him in the jaw, "no I'm not! I have a boy friend thank you very much. "

"That doesn't mean anything you can be bi-" Bryant was hit in the face again before he could finish the rest of his sentence. He held his face, "your no woman." This time he received a blow in his gut. "I've never seen a girl so violent," she now had him in a headlock. He tried to speak but couldn't and barely mutters the words, "you're a man."

Steve held his head, this was like high school all over again. Bryant had it coming for him though, now he's a real problem when it comes to being around girls if he's always speaking his mind. And this chick he used to have a crush on back in high school sits in front of him still with no manners at all. Despite her charming looks, her attitude never changed from what it was before. Bryant and Melisa were old friends since back then, they practically grew up as siblings. Which explains alot about the way Malisa acts and her not so good manners. Trying to change the subject Steve asks her a question, "nice necklace. Where did you get it?"

She lets go of Bryant's neck. "Oh this?" She touches her necklace, "my boyfriend gave it to me."

'Boyfriend.' He was already over her since a long time ago but the word boyfriend coming from her mouth made him twitch. "Oh," was all he was able to reply.

The girl takes a drink of her coffee then looks at her phone. Her eyes widen as her phone starts to vibrate. "Woops five missed calls." She ignores the call and puts it back in her pocket. "We'll see you losers another time, got to go meet up with the boyfriend." She laughs, "like you guys would understand." She finally leaves the table and out the door.

Steve exaggerated his sigh. They were finally alone again. Not in that sort of way, but he wanted to talk to his friend. Get more information about the restaurant he was working at. Plus he was the only one he could talk about his work to. If he tried talking to his mother she would only think he's crazy if he says that the animal things roamed during the night. She would then question if it was even possible. Or that maybe her son was going crazy working hours so late in the night. Then she would want him to quit for sure or go see a specialist.

"So," his friend started off. "Why'd you call me out?"

"Because honestly I had enough of your messy house."

"You germophobic. I think that job made you worse. You're not the same Steve no more!" He cried.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Did they get you already?"

"Who's they?"

"Those walking teddy bears."

"I'm still alive right?"

"That's true."

"I sometimes I question if you carry a brain."

"It's there." Bryant pats his head. His facial expression turns more serious, " well lucky for you you survived the second night. Right? If you thought you'd be able to get through the week with just that second night, you're wrong. We- I mean I think they are going to keep testing you. Like how children test out their nannies before they say they like them or not. I'm not saying you should grow an attachment to them but make sure to keep your self in check."

Grow an attachment to them, he couldn't possibly. It's like… no it's impossible, he thought, for him to get attached to something like that. They are murder machines, he would have to be mental to get along with them. "You know what my situation feels like?"

"What?"

"I feel like that one dude that takes a shift as a night guard in a museum. And during the night every thing gets up to life. Well only thing is that he's out in the open and I sit in a office with no door."

Bryant switches out of his serious mood, "dude! What if you are able to control them some how! like in the movie." He then stops to think, "no I doubt it, there killing machines. They have a mind of their own."

"Come on. I went through my second night and I'm still here. I can see it being a possibility. Some how I would have to figure them out. In my opinion they act just like little children waiting to play."

"I don't think they want to play with you, but they want to play 'With' you." he points at Steve, he then stops to think then makes a facial expression as if he'd figured out something important. "Hey how about you take me along with you this one night and I can help you figure out these demon possesed animatronics."

"Ehh… I don't think-"

"Come on it's only one night! I wont take you money," he added.

Apart of him didn't want him there because he knew one way or another he's going to screw everything up. Thats just the dumb ass he was, but then again having more than a pair of eyes could save his life if he's not paying close attention. "Well I guess one night…"

They were at Bryant's apartment dressed as security guards. Bryant had the idea to dress up as one to actually feel like one. So after they left the restaurant they went straight to the second hand store, and got themselves a full outfit. Though they didn't have a size that fit Steve so he had to get an extra large. He was tripping that the lady at the cash register was Bonnie. The makeup the old lady wore was clownish with too much eye shadow and tons and tons of blush on her cheeks. He couldn't remove her image from his head, she was scarier than Bonnie, Chica and Foxy combined.

Steve would never get clothes from the second hand store but since it's for feeling in the mood he didn't mind. Just to make sure it was clean enough he washed the outfit about four times. He wasn't risking it, the person who wore this before him could have had some sort of bad disease. He did not want to catch anything.

"This is itchy… Maybe its the material," Bryant says as he scratches his arm. Steve just looks at him then steps a few inches away from him.

"You should have washed it."

"I did!" He scratches his back with a baton. "ahh that feels good." Steve stares at him thinking he should try not to go near him. "Ok well here you go." he tosses Steve a black backpack with a few items inside.

"What is this?"

"Stuff we are going to need." He rummages through the miscellaneous pile on the corner of the room and takes out many weapons."

"Dude."

"What you can never be too careful. Take one." Bryant had weapons ranging from bats and batons to pistols and rifles. Steve was shocked with all this weaponry he had. He's surprised that he had never been caught. The situation wasn't that serious.

"Where the fuck did you get all this?"

"I know a guy. Oh I also have a sword..."

"Na," Steve bends down and reaches for a collapsible baton then puts it in his backpack.

"Good you ready." They both leave out of the house at 11:30 to their job, or Steve's job Bryant was just there.

"So this is the office?" Bryant walks around the office observing all that he can. He studies the walls that had posters and other stuff stuck on it. He stuck his head through one of the dark vents then knocked on the inside wall of the vent.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

"Just checking," he pops his head back out.

"Whats with the inspection?"

"I just wanna... Check my surroundings."

"Like I said before its not that serious." As soon as Bryant was finished with his inspection he turns to Steve who was sitting on the only chair in the office.

"Um where am I going to sit?"

"I don't know you're the one who tagged along. Find some place to sit or sit on the floor." Bryant plopped on the floor to the right of Steve, and sat cross legged with the screen in his hands. "Hey how'd you get that?" He pointed to the screen in Bryant's hands.

"Well took it from your lap, how else?" He turns on the screen and clicks through the rooms, "oh that's cool."

"Ok so teamwork then. You look at the screen, but keep your attention on camera eleven. That's where you have to wind a box and keep it winded."

"What is there a baby sleeping or something? What happens if I don't wind it?" He turns around, "and why do you get to just sit there?"

"Don't risk it I don't want to know what happens if you don't keep it winded. There might be something we don't want to see. You're acting like I won't do anything. While you are on the screen i'll be watching the surroundings. Then we can switch jobs later if you want."

The phone rings which means the shift had just started. Bryant is startled by the sudden sound in the quiet setting. Steve picks up the phone and puts it on speaker, "Uhhh...Hello, hello," the voice said. "See I told you, you wouldn't have any problems…"

As the voice kept talking Steve whispers to Bryant to keep an eye on camera eleven. Bryant nods to his request and switches on the screen. With his curiosity he checks out the other rooms which were dead silent. No one had made a move just yet, 'Uh wait what room was I supposed to keep watch?' He checks through the rooms again and notices that in the room he was supposed to keep watch there was a red signal flashing. 'oops!' The timer was almost at zero, just in time he rewinded it up, 'that was close,' he wipes sweat from his forehead and takes a deep breath.

"All good?" Steve asked. Bryant gave him a shaky thumbs up. "Oh just to let you know Foxy is at twelve o'clock. Don't look." Steve flashes the light down the hall and Bryant couldn't help but be curious. And there down the hall was a dark figure that could barely be recognized but the glowing eyes pierced the pitch black darkness so you could tell someone was there. Bryant had wide eyes. "Don't pee in your pants yet," Steve teased. The phone guys call finally ends and Steve hangs up.

'So the spider fox looks like that because it was part of an attraction in one of the rooms,' Steve thought. ' children are evil.

"Take apart and put back together attraction? Sounds fun." Bryant says out of nowhere.

"Dude im trying to think here."

"Oh sorry my bad."

"Well the man said any rumor shouldn't be true. Right?"

"Bullshit! You already know the stories. And you know they're out to get you. See he's not telling you the whole story, but you know the truth," he says. "Or partial…" he whispers in a low voice.

"Keep an eye on the room, we are not here to die." Bryant nods. Again Foxy had appeared down the hallway but much closer this time. Steve flashes him a couple of times and he was soon gone. Later when all was peaceful an eerie sound was made as if someone was approaching. Telling the whole world they were there. Steve had gotten used to the noises but he didn't know how Bryant was taking it. Foxy again was down the hall.

Again the noises came but this time it lasted longer. As Steve flashes the light he finds faceless Bonnie there near the opening of the room and Foxy was a little back behind him. It was as if they were playing red light green light and he was the end point to the game. It was a game… It is a game and he's the prize. 'If they want to play then two can play at it.' he flashes the hall and only Bonnie stayed. He grabbed his backpack and rummaged through to see what it had. He hadn't checked it before hand because he thought it was stupid, but you never know what it might have if Bryant had weapons in his room. He feels a rubbery chubby object and takes it out but squishes it accidently making it squeak. The noise rang down the dark hall and made an echo, "what the hell you put this in here for?"

"You said there was a fox, and foxes are like dogs right." Steve smacked his head for his friend was the biggest idiot. He looked through the rest of the items and found a bag of bird seeds, some fish, and a carrot. The only ok thing in the bag was a knife, pepper spray and chewy bars. Who wouldn't get hungry. He looks at Bryant who was looking up at him. "What, It might just work." Bryant takes the squeaky toy from Steve, "Just look." He waves the toy out in front of him, "Here foxy foxy foxy. Come here boy."

"Dude we want him to go away not come near!"

"Oh yeah huh? Go fetch." He throws the toy down the dark hole in the wall. They wait to see what happens but nothing happened. "Well I guess he didn't want to play."

"You think?" Right then the rubber toy came back flying through the pitch blackness hitting Bryant in the face. Steve couldn't help but laugh, "stupid." Steve then flashes his light down the hall and was welcomed by Chica who was near the door frame. They both scream to the top of their lungs as they see her standing there. They hug each other for comfort.

It was soon 3am and Foxy still came by to visit, but there was someone who showed up as well. Mr. Freddy Faz Brear, or papa bear since he was the older version of the newer animatronic. Steve thought it was strange how mainly the older animatronics came by today to pay them a visit. He then remembered he promised Bryant they were going to change shifts at three since he kept whining that he had the easy job.

Bryant then takes over and pushes Steve out of his seat since he told him it's much easier to watch his surroundings on the chair then on the floor. Papa bear was still there but this time Bonnie was there as well down the hall. Bryant flashes them a couple of times then moves the flashlight side to side. Their eyes moved with the light from left to right. 'hmm… So they can be tricked?'

"Hey don't mess with the flashlight, if we are out of power then we are screwed." Bryant turns off the flashlight and checks his surroundings.

Two hours had passed and it was five. All they needed to do was survive one more hour. Through the night the most visited were Foxy, Bonnie and Freddy. There seem to be a type of pattern that Bryant couldn't see. He couldn't fully comprehend but he knew they came one after another in a sort of pattern. First Freddy then Bonnie then Foxy. Then Freddy and Bonnie then Foxy again. There was no end to them. As the night progresses one by one the animatronics visit less often and soon it was only Freddy who was waiting in the dark alone.

"That bear is giving me the creeps," Bryant said."

"Yeah yeah..."

Chica had appeared out of nowhere down the hall as Bryant flashed his light. He tries to shoo it away but ends up calling Freddy over replacing Chica's spot by the door. He creepily stared in from underneath the door frame. Bryant wasn't sure if he was seeing things but he knew he saw Freddy inching his way in to the office. He didn't want to die so he kept flickering his light till he went away, but before Freddy could come any closer the timer for the shift rang which startled Bryant because he felt tense and the alarm didn't help at all. It was finally the end of their shift, they gathered their items and packed them in the backpack. I guess they didn't really need all the extra stuff, though some of the stuff was put in there just to get on Steve's nerves.

Well ummm it's pretty late at night. Here is a chapter for this final 2014 year. I did a lazy job editing this because my eyes feel heavy. Probably will give it a better edit another day. I also added somethings and edited the other before chapters but nothing too serious. Well sleep tight don't let Freddy bite. TEEHEE