9 P.M.
Mike entered the building. Only a few waiters stayed, cleaning up half-eaten pizzas and spilled drinks. He walked towards the office, where his boss was surely waiting him. Mike poked his head inside.
No one. The only noticeable thing in the office was a neatly folded uniform with a piece of paper on top of it. Mike picked up the loose leaf sheet of paper, reading the note written on it:
Good evening Michael
You're probably wondering why I'm not in my office. The reason for my absence is due to some important business coming out at last minute. Do not worry, everything is planned for you. Change into the uniform that comes with this note, and run go to your office at the end of two halls before midnight. There will be messages recorded on the phone in your office that will serve as a guide. Listen to them very closely. If you need directions, there will be co-workers working after hours that might help you. Use power wisely, since we can afford so much, don't tamper with the animatronics, and stay in your office at all times until your shift ends at 6 A.M. Thank you again for taking this job; I'll make sure to move your hours a bit so you can get rest from your two jobs.
I wish you luck
Mr. Cawthon
"Aright then" responded Mike to the note, placing it back on the desk and grabbing his new uniform. On his way out, he was greeted with various screams of the once tediously working co-workers and the sight of said group running out of the restaurant.
"Yeah that's right! Run away you spineless cowards!" screamed a voice lined with a heavy Boston accent, followed with a psychotic laugh.
Mike slowly walked towards the purple haired waitress, softly tapping her on the shoulder, the woman letting out a terrified yelp.
"Oh, it's just you" The waitress finally said, calming down. "Uh, Mike, right? Why are you still here? Your shift ended like, three hours ago". She looked extremely unamused.
"I took the night guard job. Should be fun. Or boring. Depending on who gets in. Hope it isn't horny teenagers" joked Mike with his usual fast and loud tone.
"Night guard, eh?" responded the lady, a sinister smile twisting her lips. "Aren't you afraid of the robots? There's rumors that they're possessed"
"Nah, I don't believe in that stuff" Mike laughed. "There's no such thing as ghosts!"
"Ok. Have fun" The waitress restarted her crazy laugh, just to be stopped by Mike again.
"What is it now?" hissed the woman, getting annoyed by the new night guard.
"Where's the bathroom? I need to get changed into my uniform."
"Oh. Just walk down the east hall. You'll find it sooner or later."
"Thanks Ma'am" and with that, Mike left the waitress to continue her laughing fit.
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Dressed, fueled by caffeine, and ready to go, Mike plopped himself to the chair, and turned on the tablet on his desk. The screen flickered, and replaced the once dark screen with footage of the three bots. "Creepy" muttered Mike, putting down the tablet.
When 12 A.M. came, the phone rang, and a recording started playing, introducing himself as the previous night guard. Mike listened to his basic instructions, but then got bored out of his skull and started to play with the camera, the lights, and the doors. "Alright, animatronics get quirky at night, don't let them in, or something something happens" Mike half-echoed the phone guy's words, and went back to serious work, repeating to himself that he needs to pay more attention.
For 15 minutes, Mike was flipping through the cameras, trying to find something interesting. He finally gave up, and went back to looking at the Fazgang. Not even a minute passed, and their heads turned to the camera. Mike jumped a bit.
"The hell? Oh wait. They're just turned on" laughed Mike, remembering bits and pieces of the phone guy's advice. "Must be so they don't lock up on the neck" and with that, Mike went back to his search for a reason to get up from his chair. Two more minutes passed, and he decided to check again on the bots. Bonnie left.
"Oh shoot!" the night guard exclaimed, getting nervous. "Someone got in and moved Bonnie! Oh great, first night on the job, and you already let someone in." he replied to himself, switching through the cameras to find the intruder, until he went back two cameras, noticing Bonnie. He was just there, standing. Yet, Mike felt… intimidated. "W-why do I feel like there's no intruder?" he asked to himself, not taking his eyes from the lavender animatronic.
Suddenly, static covered the screen, and the rabbit was gone. Mike gasped in horror, and closed both doors in a flash. Suddenly, the phone guy's words were clear in his mind, even if he wasn't listening to them; 'they'll probably try to...forcefully stuff you inside a Freddy Fazbear suit.'
They'll probably try to...forcefully stuff you inside a Freddy Fazbear suit.
As those words repeated on her mind, his eyes widened, and tried to reassure himself: "It's ok, it's ok Mikey boy, the animatronics don't know where you are, they're probably wandering around and trying to figure out where you are. They'll take all night to find you. And even if they did, you have to big doors protecting you".
Mike checked again the cameras, until he noticed he had 5% of energy. The man panicked, and opened both doors again, sighing in relief that he stopped the energy drainage. Suddenly, he felt a presence just on the other side of the door. And this presence felt big, scary, and purple.
Hesitating, Mike slowly moved his finger to the button, letting the light fall on the giant bot.
"Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeereeeeeeeeeeeeee's BONNIE!"
Mike lets out a scream, and quickly shuts the door on the bunny's face.
"How did he knew I was here? Did he spy on me? Did he hear me? Why is he even after me? And when did he have a reference to the shining in his voice box? I doubt the children will ever understand that li-" before Mike could finish his blabber of questions, the lights went out.
Mike stiffened in his chair, feeling the true villain walking down the west hall. A dim light came from a set of eyes and a mouth, barely illuminating the left door. A soft, yet earie version of the Toreador March started playing, making Mike anxious.
"If you're trying to soothe me, it's not working!" screamed the terrified man, hoping to make the maddening tune stop. It did stop, along with the weak light that gave Mike a bit of hope.
The room became silent for a few seconds, suffocating the night guard.
He thought he was alone.
At that moment, a large brown grizzly animatronic popped on front of Mike, giving him a slight heart attack. Before either could scream at each other's faces, the dings of 6 A.M. rang, along with a group of children cheering, possibly to celebrate the man's survival.
When it all stopped, Freddy didn't go back to the stage. He just stood there, staring Mike with a… confused? Expression. After a solid minute staring, the bear started to talk. But not in his deep, bear voice in his voice box. He talked in the voice of the nice senior lady that worked on the cashier at the price corner.
"Mikey?"
Mike's jaw dropped. Why was this ginormous robot bear talking on the voice of that sweet woman? "Oh dear god, did you eat that nice cashier?"
Freddy looked quickly side by side, as if what he was about to do was a secret that only him could know. And suddenly, POOF! A big puff of smoke covered their surroundings.
After a coughing fit, Mike looked back where the bear was, and discovered that he was gone. In his place, a chubby, mature, freckled face looked at him back, smiling nervously. There she was, dressed finely in a brown vest and skirt that matched her hair, decorated with a black bow-tie. Feet covered in white socks and black Mary-Janes, Head covered in a big black top hat.
"Surprise!" exclaimed the cashier, trying to cheer up the night guard, who was questioning what other lies he has been fed in his life.