Myra stared out of the window to her car and sighed deeply. She had to think about what Mike told her.

"If we don't stay here and act as 'bait' these things could roam the streets free. They could kill anyone and they could end up like those animatronics,"

Myra rubbed her forehead and ran her fingers through her bangs. She couldn't quit, not with innocent lives at stake. Many minutes went by as she tapped her fingers on the steering wheel. Mike had understood her fear, and had lived it himself yesterday night. So later tonight, he promised her that he would work this shift with her.

Myra had accepted in a heartbeat. But first, she went home to get some sleep before her shift.

Night Two

11:57 PM

Mike and Myra sat in the office, Mike in the chair and Myra on the stool next to him. Myra ate dinner before she came here and now she was sipping her double espresso coffee. Mike had a cup of hot, black coffee and was just occasionally sipping it as he avoided the monitor that the cameras could be viewed on.

Myra was on edge the entire time, just glancing from the coffee in her hands and then to Mike who didn't even flinch when the phone rang. He just sighed and put it on speaker. "They need to get another guy to do this…" He said.

"Uhh, hello? Hello. Uh, well, if you're hearing this, you made it to night two! Uhmm, congrats! I won't talk quite as long this time, since Freddy and his friends tend to become more active as the week progresses. Uhh, it might be a good idea to peek at those cameras while I talk, just to make sure everyone's in their proper place,"

Almost as if on cue, Mike picked up the tablet and looked through all of the cameras swiftly. But he suddenly got tense when he noticed Chica was the first one to move this time.

"So, interestingly enough, Freddy himself doesn't come off stage very often. I heard he becomes a lot more active in the dark though, so, hey, I guess that's one more reason to not run out of power, right? I also want to emphasize the importance of using your door lights. There are blind spots in your camera view, and those blind spots happen to be right outside of your doors. So if you can't find something, or someone on your cameras, be sure to check the door lights. You might only have a few seconds to react.. not that you would be in any danger, of course. I'm not implying that. Also, check on the curtains in Pirate Cove from time to time. The character in there seems to be unique in that he becomes more active if the cameras remain off for long periods of time. I guess he doesn't like to be watched. I don't know.

Anyway, I am sure you have everything under control. Uhm, talk to you soon!"

"Oh god, what does this mean?" Myra said, already freaking out. Mike looked over his shoulder. "It means shit is gonna hit the fan,"

Mike himself has only worked a night here. He was hired a day before Myra so the manager split up the shifts. Myra works every other day. But now? She has a feeling she'll start working with Mike every night. This isn't gonna end well. Time seemed to go by even slower tonight and as soon as the clock hit 1:40, Mike went for the tablet.

Once he looked at it, he put it down and began to breathe heavily. "Oh… Shit," He said, rubbing his forehead slowly. Myra reached for the tablet and gasped loudly.

Bonnie and Chica were missing. And Freddy was staring into the camera. After Myra put the tablet down, she went for the left hallway light as Mike went for the right.

"Clear," Myra said. "Clear," Mike responded. They sat back down at the same time and Myra clicked through every single camera until she had all of them accounted for.

"What do you think the pirate cove guy is gonna look like?" Mike said to Myra, running a hand through his blond and scruffy looking hair. Myra looked up from her coffee cup and smirked.

"Like a pirate…" They both started to laugh quietly. Mike picked up the tablet and looked at the cameras and then spit out his coffee all over the desk.

"Uhh…" He looked at Myra who just looked over his shoulder at the camera. It was on Pirate Cove… Oh, my God!

Peeking out of the starry curtains that were a deep violet… Was a face. They both could see white and gold sharp teeth and two golden glowing eyes. Myra began to shake on the stool until she fell on the ground.

Mike jumped up from his seat and watched the half human groan and rub the back of her skull. "Ow,"

"You alright?" He asked her. But then they both froze when they heard very heavy footsteps in the left hallway. Myra and Mike stared at each other and Myra clicked the light slowly…

They both screamed like little girls. "Close the door! Close the door!" Mike shouted. Myra slammed the door closed in Bonnie's face with her fist and then moaned with pain. She rubbed her furry knuckles carefully and frowned.

Myra turned around, her ponytail whipping at her muzzle and sighed. "I hate this job!" She put her head against the door and sighed.

3:57 AM

Myra and Mike were sitting dangerously close to each other, holding each other's hands in fear. Both of the doors were closed due to Bonnie and Chica. And so far, Freddy was still on stage and the stupid Pirate Cove Guy was in the curtains.

Myra looked at Mike and began to stutter as she spoke, "A-Are we g-g-gonna survive tonight?" She stuttered. Mike frowned.

"After all the shit we went through on night one? We're surviving night two!" Myra nodded, her eyes very wide and full of fear. Mike looked at the power… "We're at 41%," He told Myra who gasped and then immediately went to check the lights. Bonnie's shadow was gone. That must mean he was gone…

She opened the door and saw that he was, indeed, gone. Relief washed over her as she then checked the other side. Chica was now completely out of the window's view, thank god. She opened the door with a very intense groan.

But suddenly, Mike shouted out, "What the fuck!?"

Myra turned around and looked at Mike who was staring at the tablet with fear in his eyes. It was on Pirate Cove…

The curtains were fully opened but the animatronic character was not on the stage… Instead, he was standing outside of the curtain, his head turned sideways and his jaws wide open, almost as if he were laughing at them. And at the end of one wrist, he brandished a hook-hand. They could tell now that it was a… Coyote- Fox- thing? Something like that?

But Myra was too busy staring at the monitor… "It's like… me…" Myra said, looking at Mike who very slowly put the tablet down.

"What are we gonna do, Myra?" He said, putting his hands on his forehead and breathing in very heavily.

Myra shook her head. "I… I don't know…"

"I just hope I live through the night. I want to see Timothy's face one last time…"

"Timothy?" Myra looked at Mike funny as if he just spoke in a different language.

"Timothy. My son," Myra then felt very, very guilty. This man has a son and he's working a job that could kill him. Literally!

Myra looked at the tablet for a second, checking on everything. Everything was still as it was, so there was no reason to continue to hold Mike's hand. They both let each other go and then continued to shake. And then, they heard something.

Someone was singing… "Dum da dum dum…"

Myra's entire body went stiff as she quickly went to the left door. She screamed and slammed the door closed in Bonnie's face. "Son of a bitch, with your creepy ass eyes!" She shouted and slammed her hand on the door several times.

"Can you not?!"

"Myra, stop banging on the door! You're making us lose power," Myra froze with her fist still in the air and lowered her arm.

"S-Sorry…" She backed away from the door and quickly flashed the light for a second and then just left the door closed, knowing Bonnie was still there and just waiting for the door to be lifted so he could jump in and tear their freakin' heads off!

5:21 AM

"Where the fuck is the Pirate Cove guy!?"

They both knew they were in deep shit. Very quickly, they both leaped up and slammed the doors down before clicking through the cameras repeatedly. The camera lowered to the West Hall and Myra let out a shriek as the stupid fucking Coyote-fox thing came running down the halls.

Within only a few seconds, there was a loud banging on the door and Myra had fallen from her place on the stool and into Mike's lap who was just as shaky as Myra was. A few seconds passed in silence and shakiness as Myra reached for the tablet and checked on Pirate Cove once more… The curtains were closed completely and that must mean…

Myra stood up and flashed the hallway lights. Nothing. The hall was empty from what she could see. So she opened the door and poked her head out a little. Totally empty.

So with a content sigh, she quickly sat back down in the stool and looked at Mike who had gotten up to check the other side of the door. And then jumped in surprise as the lights blinked and showed the face of Chica. That stupid, terrifying expression…

"Oh, fuck you!" Mike shouted, holding up his middle finger to the chicken who remained motionless in front of the window.

"Mike! Mike! Mike!" Myra shouted repeatedly and grabbed his arm. "What?!"

He looked down at the tablet in her hands and his face went pale. It was 5:55… and they had 2% left. But with the door closed, it was draining their power a whole lot. And it slowly went down… And then all of the lights cut off and the door opened. Myra jumped in shock and reached for Mike, wrapping her arms around him and shaking in her shoes.

Mike was just as terrified as her, hugging tightly to the half human as they prayed the clock would go by faster. Suddenly, they were both surprised as they saw two glowing eyes and a glowing mouth with two rows of teeth. And they could faintly make out the bowtie… Freddy.

He played a very cheery, very creepy chime and did not move as the lights on him flashed, almost signaling their demise. Mike wanted to close his eyes, but he thought it better not to move a muscle. That's what Myra was doing. She stood there, frozen in place.

As the time carried on, the chime got even louder as if Freddy was getting closer and closer. And then, the chime died away. Myra was saying her prayers and wishing everyone in her family the best of luck on life. Mike was apologizing for leaving his son so soon and wishing he could have spent more time with him…

And then they heard something.

The loud bells sounded outside, signaling 6:00 AM. Myra and Mike let out a loud gasp as power was restored to the building and all of the lights were on. Freddy was nowhere to be found. And neither were the other ones. Mike and Myra ran out of the security office so fast, looking at the stage. The curtains were pulled closed and from inside, they could make out Freddy's Mic. Everything had been reset. They survived night two…

Before the manager even showed up, they both left the building.

"Hey Myra," A moment of silence passed between them as she looked up to meet his gaze. Mike looked terribly flustered at the moment and scratched the back of his neck.

"Uh… You wanna get some breakfast? I don't have to be home until 10." As if Myra would say no to food right now…