I have no idea to leave real author notes but this will have to do. So, I know this chapter was a bit short but I've had a lot to do since the start of finals. Despite this I assure you that the next chapter will be much lengthier. Hopefully it will be up soon since Christmas break is coming up and I won't have much to do.
*~Thank You~*
Mike had, once again, arrived at Freddy Fazbear's pizzeria for his fifth night. Was death making preparations for him tonight? He didn't have a doubt in his mind it did. Why on earth was he still coming back? Well, since deciding that he didn't want anyone else to have to suffer, Mike returned again and again. As pure as his intentions were the young man still knew that if things became too much he would leave. 'And despite this reasoning I feel almost ready for Freddy.' He told himself while clutching the taser in his pocket. 'If I fry the bear I could be fired or worse but anything is better as long as I stay alive.' He unlocked then pushed open the entrance doors to the pizzeria. Locking them again, Mike turned and began to stride silently to his office.
The security guard sat in his chair and pressed the blinking red light on the phone which sat on the table. But instead of Phone Guy something unnatural, something inhuman began to speak. Horrific static voices can be heard over the phone's receiver. Grunting, groaning, and growling sounded through the office all over a distorted background. It all ended with a screech that almost gave the guard a heart attack. "Jesus! What the hell was that?" He cried out, clutching his chest. The brunette breathed through his nose then checked the door lights. Bonnie was standing in the doorway. Mike yelped and slammed his fist on the door button causing the door to come down with a bang. Bonnie tapped on the window with a gigantic paw then spoke with a light voice, "Hey there little buddy! Why won't cha open this do-or?" Mike just stared. Bonnie rolled his false eyes and sighed. "I won't bit-ite you." A squeaky voice with a light southern accent accompanied him, "Yes darlin', le-et us in-n." Mike didn't hesitate to slam the door on her. Chica made a "hmph" sound before storming off, muttering about how rude the guard was. Mike opened the door but kept his guard up in case the chicken returned. Bonnie spoke, "Oh look at what yo-you did! You better ge-et up and apologize." Bonnie scolded.
Mike paid him no mind and instead looked at the tablet. Foxy was back in his cove, the curtains were open, but he was messing with the props. Chica was talking to Freddy in the restrooms, she looked distressed. All of the animatronics were pretty far from the night guard's office and he was just fine with that. Except for Bonnie; the little shit won't leave! Mike looked up and stared at the cupcake on the table, silently praying for the rabbit robot to go away. The delicious treat always managed to freak him out. It had this... glare that Michael found unsettling. The man shook his head and looked to the window. Bonnie hadn't moved. 'Please just go away!' The watchman silently begged. He looked at the power.
TIME: 2:30
POWER: 45%
USAGE: [||| |||]
"Do you intend to stay there and waste all of my power you fucker?" The man muttered exasperatedly. He checked the door lights and then the cameras. Foxy was in his cove as always. 'He's been unusually quiet these nights but I guess that's a good thing.' Mike thought. Freddy and Chica... wait... where are they? "What the hell? Where did you go?" Mike looked everywhere, slowly becoming frustrated that he couldn't find the bear and chicken. He sighed and put the tablet down.
BWAAAAAAA!
"FUCK!" Mike screamed and fell out of his chair. He crouched on all fours hysterically breathing while clutching the taser. "Ha ha! I got you back." Mike's eyes were a wide as dinner plates. 'Chica you-you!' He thought upon seeing the giant animatronic towering over him. "That's what you get-t fer being so mean!" She squawked. "What do you want?" The guard asked pensively while turning around. Chica reached down and clutched his shirt, pulling him up, and then patting the dust off of him. "I-I just wanted to-to scare you is all, heh heh. I sure got'cha go-ood, huh?" Her mechanic voice sputtered a giggle. Mike backed up a bit and gripped the desk chair. "Is-uh is that all?" He asked. The mechanical bird put a hand under her big beak, "Hmmm, we-ll don't cha wanna se-ee the rest of the pla-ce?" She asked. 'No, I shouldn't leave but then again...' Mike looked down then spoke, "What do I look like to you?" Mike asked. "Like a hu-human dear-ear." Chica replied. 'So it did work!' The young man almost wanted to do a victory dance. His idea worked, but he wondered if it had any effect on Freddy. The bear had given him one hell of a toss the other night. 'I have to make sure...' Mike contemplated, "Alright then, lead the way."