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Chapter 5

It was a long night after Steve came back from his job with Bryant. He was a bit worried about his friend. He knew that Bryant knew the stories, because he was the one who told him about it, but experiencing the real deal first hand is different. It was two in the afternoon, Steve was in the living room with his younger sister. His mother had went to the store to get some groceries, so Steve stayed behind babysitting his younger sister. The room was dimly lit by the light that came through the window curtains, Stacy sat near the coffee table drawing with the giant crayola crayons, while Steve sat on the couch watching her. Her plushies were lined up in a row across the table looking back at him. Stacy picks up the blue crayon from the box and starts coloring in the sky to finish her drawing. Steve looks over her shoulder trying to see what masterpiece she came up with this time, "What you got there?"

She stops coloring and shows Steve what she drew, "It's me, mom, and you standing together with chica, bonnie, and freddy." Steve lifts an eyebrow and looks at the drawing. They were all holding hands at where it looks to be the park. He knows that he shouldn't criticize young children's drawings but the eyes on the animatronics were a bit terrifying. She drew them a thick circle for the eyes with no pupils so there was only a small white space in the middle, and they all wore that smile. That smile they gave you when they are near the office waiting, and they notice that you notice their presence.

He forces a smile, "How nice." Then continues observing the picture as she finishes coloring in the sky. He notices that there was some tall clown looking thing in the background next to a small boy holding a balloon. They stood next to some trees and bushes. The clown looking person was dressed all in black and had purple tears streaming down from its pitch black eyes, with a smile you can never forget and red lips like those Chinese dolls you see in the stores with the paleface. "And what's that?" he asks as he points to the strange never before scene creature.

"It's in the prize corner," she nearly whispers. 'Prize corner?' Right when he was about to ask her another question the sound of keys jingle when the front door opens and his mother comes in with a load of bags. "Mom! Mom!" Stacy run towards her mother.

"Hello, Steve can you help me with the bags? There's more in the car."

"You should have just left those there, you're carrying too much." She smiles at him and walks into the kitchen with two bags full of vegetables.

Later on in the day Steve takes a stroll in his neighborhood, the sun was shining down intensively. He wore a cap and shades with a light sweater, he wasn't sure where to go really, the town was a bit boring to him. There was nothing interesting to do, or atleast nothing fun to do alone. He walks down the main street where all the small shops and restaurants were at. 'Hmm' he thought to himself as he passes by the new restaurant cafe he went to yesterday, 'I guess I'll stop by for a drink.' As he enters he finds the waiter from yesterday at the front register.

She timidly speaks, "welcome sir." He gives her a nod and looks up at the menu that was above the counter.

"Ehh... I'll get a large ice coffee."

"Is that all?"

"Yes."

"Tha-that will be three fifty." He hands her the exact money, she takes it and puts it in the register then goes and gets the coffee for Steve. "Here you go sir, you can find the sugar and milk on the counter over there," she points to the small counter by the window.

"Thank you."

"Mhm."

He walks to the counter and sweetens his coffee to his liking. As he turns to find a seat in the restaurant he finds what looks to be like Melissa with her head down. If it was her she was either passed out or sad. He walks by the table and forms a straight face, 'yup that's her alright. She's the only one to leave her phone out in the open with many coffee cups around her.' Steve slides into the seat in front of her and slams his cup to the side. She still didn't flinch an inch.

Steve wasn't sure if to wake her up, if he did wake her up one of the two scenarios might happen. One she might be cranky and try to give him a hard time, or two if she was sad he would probably have to hear her sob story and Steve wasn't in the mood for any of that. Steve made up his mind, and chose the brutal way to wake her up, he yanked her hair not too violent but enough to make her quickly get up. She shoots up her head rubbing the part where Steve had pulled her, "what the hell! You could have made me gone bald!"

"Oh sorry, I thought you were wearing a wig," he sticks his tongue out at her. His chin was resting on his hand.

"Why you little… Hey where is your little boyfriend?" she asked as she stretched and rubbed her eyes.

"Shut the fuck up. If you want to know about Bryant I don't know. I didn't call him out."

"Oh, did you guys get into a lovers quarrel or something?"

"Can you not. I haven't heard from him since yesterday night. He's probably still sleeping though. You know."

"Oh yesterday night?" she asked with suspicion in her voice.

"Little shit tagged along with me to my work."

"Oh yeah I heard."

"From who?"

"Doesn't matter," she quickly replied. Yeah he's probably sleeping. You know him, he is so lazy," she laughed. "Hey how about letting me come along."

She was the last person he wanted to be with during his night shift, "No!"

"Why not?"

"I can't say. I'm kind of... taking this job seriously," he didn't want her to know what kind of job he had. It isn't something you can talk openly to people about. Plus he really couldn't trust her blabbering mouth.

"But you're just a night guard..."

After a few more minutes of chit chat and arguing Steve left the restaurant. He kept walking down the path he took, till he reached the end of all the stores.

In a dark and mysterious room sat a man doing some planning. The only light source was a small lamp that sat on an old, fine wood desk. There was a window behind where the man sat but was boarded up by a wooden plank from the out side. The room was silent, all you could heard was the man's light breathing, and the scratching of pen on a paper. The man jotted down notes into his notebook and rearrange items on the desk. Click click. Click click. The items were lightly placed on the table, after rearranging he would then again jot notes onto his notepad.

"No this can't be right," said the mysterious man. "I'll have to do this again." The man continued his work in the dark.

It was almost midnight Steve had went home after his afternoon walk and took a nap before he went to work. He took the usual route to work following the street lights. The streets were dead, there was not a single soul on the streets except himself who was driving in the car. He was about to round the corner when he sees a man emerge from the side of a brick building looking suspicious. His head was covered by a hoodie and he was clutching a bag to his side. As Steve passes by him the man quickly shuffles down the opposite directing not lifting his head even once. Steve didn't really put mind to him though. He kept driving till he reached his workplace, and parked his car right out in front.

"Well lets see what this night has for me," he stepped out of his car and entered the building. The building smelled heavily like lemon scented pine sol. The janitor must have baptized the place because it reeked of lemon. It gave him a headache with just a whiff of it but he still proceeded down the hall into the office covering his nose from inhaling any more of the scent. Steve put his belongings on the desk then checked the time. It wasn't twelve yet he had a little time before his shift started, so he did something that he probably should have done before. He pland to visit some of the rooms to see the animatronics close up in person, he was curious to see them close up in detail. Steve first visited the main stage, some of the lights in the building were kept on to keep offenders away. Not like anybody would rob the place or anything, and if somebody would then they probably wouldn't live to see the morning with these animals on the loose.

As he nears the stage he spots the three main entertainers up on the stage in their position. Steve wanted a closer look so he hopped onstage aswell, it wasn't every day you get to see the animatronics in their "sleep mode." Steve observed each one one by one, they all had their eyes open and were staring at something in the distance. Normally they should have their eyes closed since they should be "off" or what ever mode they were in. He tried to see if they were looking at anything in particular but it was just a blank wall on the other side of them. He steps in front of Bonnie and couldn't help but touch him like a little kid would touch something shiny and expensive. He wasn't surprised that the surface was cold, but it oddly felt warm at the same time. He backed his hand away and checked his watch again, 'oh no it almost time!' he jumped off the stage and headed out the room. As he was exiting the room he felt a pair of eyes follow him out, it gave him a chilly feeling down the back of his spine.

Once returning to his work of sitting in the office and surveilling the area he had got the daily phone call he was getting from the guy over the phone. He never really got his name or know who he was, he assumed he had worked there and became a manager or something. The call was pretty short this time, though the words that stuck out the most were, "They were under investigation?... and to try to avoid eye contact because somebody had tampered with their facial recognition or something." Something told him this night would be different than the rest. He knew that every night was different from the other, but tonight the feeling was strong. Earlier he had felt a presence with him, it wasn't the one he felt from before, this one felt heavier and darker in the way that it was somehow evil. He would turn back a couple times during his walk to make sure of his surroundings, he wasn't going crazy was he? He thought he moved on from that, he reassured himself he wasn't going crazy the sun was just getting to him. Or was it? He wasn't able to confirm it in the end.

Steve does his normal check ups here and there in the rooms but doesn't find anything out of place yet. Though he did notice that the time for the music box was running faster. Then again he probly took tomuch time looking at his surroundings, he wasn't paranoid just being cautious. The normal Foxy down the hallway first was always a given. He's always the first to show up, like it was a daily greeting. He would be down the hallway and slowly come toward the office, always there then not there. He sneaks like a fox, now a preditor like that is scary to have around, he isn't a fox for nothing.

What Steve was curious about though was the the thing in the prize corner his sister had told him about. He wanted to know where he could find it. The room was pretty small, it could probably be in that big box that sat in the room. He always wondered what was in there, why would there be such a big box in a small room. This was why he wanted to look around but he spent tomuch time inspecting the animatronics up close, that his original plan slipped his mind. Now he would probably have to check after work or something.

Time seem to move fast during his work. The first few hours whent by like a breeze. It was already four, two more hours till his shift ended. And again Steve noticed that only the older animatronics came by. What was up with the newer models they've been less active, was there a reason for that? Something was up but he couldn't put his finger on it. He spent the rest of his hours sending away the animatronics that came by and kept watch in the prize corner.

"Oh shit!" The signal for the windup box was blinking. Steve wasted tomuch time sending the others away that he didn't have time to check the music box. As he opened the screen to camera eleven the room was the same but there was a sound as if someone was approaching. 'Am I tolate?' It got louder and louder which made Steve's heart race in unsynchronized beats. He became tense and felt as if he was about to throw up his internal organs. He staired at the room for a couple of more moments then checked the other rooms. There seem to be nothing unusual, all was silent but the noise got louder and louder making his brain pulse with the thumps. It over powered the humming of the kitchen appliances.

There was no other animatronic to be found, Steve thought it was strange. He wasn't sure what was going on. He nervously clicked though the rooms trying to find something, someone but no one appeared. This made Steve more paranoid, as he clicked back to camera 11 there in the center of the screen hovering over the giant box Steve found what he's been trying to see but didn't want to expirience. It was scarier in real life then in the drawing his sister had made, he didn't want to let him out of his sight but he didn't know what would happen if you stared. The phone guy said not to make eye contact. He was stuck, he didn't know weather to close the screen or keep watching. That thing was the only thing that was visible in the building everyone else was gone.

Steve soon chose to close the screen he wasn't sure if he was doing the right thing. An eerie tune broke the thumping of whoever was coming, it was the toon to pop goes the weizel. He checked his souroundings one more time but there was still no one he knew it was the end. He knew it was his last few minutes before... Before...he doesn't actually know what will happen. Will he die? Will he be dragged to hell still in flesh? Will he expirience a slow and painful death? Will he be tortured? All these questions ran through his mind. He was hearing his heart thump in his ears. He put on the Freddy hat, atleast with that he felt a little better. It gave him security, that who ever was coming might go away. Through the eye holes he was able to see at the distance something flying towards him at high speed. He heard a cry of a small child as it approached him. It was that thing in the prize corner, It's arms were extended reaching out for him. It got closer and closer and he was able to see it more clearly every second. It got so close that it reached the office and was right I front of his face inches away from grabbing him. But then it disappeared just right before it could reach him when the alarm whent off.

Steve sat there petrified, he didn't even twitch after. It took him afew moments to recollect himself and leave the building as fast as he could. What was that? He still didn't know, not even the name. And the children like him? It?

As he got home that morning he didn't feel like sleeping. He felt if he closed his eyes he might dream of things he didn't want to see. As he jumped into bed and rolled in the blankets he tried to be as still as possible. Though he didn't feel safe, he felt weighed down as well. He tried to cover his head and sleep under the covers, but as he layed there stifly on his bed a very low almost inaudible hum was coming from the far corner of the room. The voice was slowly humming the tune to pop goes the weizel. Steve wasn't sure if he was hearing things or not but ever since work his hearing has been a bit sensitive. He felt uneasy he wasn't one to be religious but that night he prayed to God before he whent to sleep. Just the way his mother tought him when he was younger.

This freakin took me FOREVER to publish! Gosh darnit my phone was spazzing out. HAPPY national pancake day! Please enjoy! :D