Chapter 3: voices.

1:00 am

This was night two of the five-day workweek. Mike was still freaked out from what we noticed last night. When I saw him, he had a knife in his hand. "This'll stop them from killing ME" he said. He hid the knife in his pocket, not knowing that the knife would do him no good against metal.

In the office, me and Mike were checking through the cameras when we heard the phone ring. It was the manager again, and he had another message.

Uhh, Hello? Hello? Uh, well, if you're hearing this and you made it to day two, uh, congrats! I-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. You know...uh... 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 not to run out of power, right? I-I also want to emphasize the importance of using your door lights. There are blind spots in your camera views, and those blind spots happen to be right outside of your doors. So if-if you can't find something, or someone, on your cameras, be sure to check the door lights. Uh, you might only have a few seconds to react... Uh, not that you would be in any danger, of course. I'm not implying that. Also, check on the curtain in Pirate Cove from time to time. The character in there seems unique in that he becomes more active if the cameras remain off for long periods of time. I guess he doesn't like being watched. I don't know. Anyway, I'm sure you have everything under control! Uh, talk to you soon.

As soon as we heard that we heard that laugh again. This time we had a reason to be freaked out.

2:00 am

All three animatronics were gone from the stage. And we knew where only one of them was. Bonnie was in the backstage, directly staring at the camera. This image nearly gave me a heart attack, but I kept my sanity.

3:00 am

Things were getting worse. The laughs were getting louder and closer. Chica and Bonnie had both already came to the doors twice. Freddy was in the hall. Foxy was still behind his curtain. That's strange, I said to myself. Mike had been droning on and on about his past jobs. He had been a security guard at a Chuck E. Cheese 2 years ago, and thats where he got his experience. I was just doing my job, checking the doors and camera constantly.

4:00 am

Things had started to lighten up a bit, but now it was time for Foxy to come out and play. He was peeking through his curtain, and was doing something at the camera. It looked like he was trying to say something, but since there was no audio on any of the cameras but the kitchen one all that was seen was a loose jaw movement. "Mike, switch to the Pirate Cove cam, now" I commanded him. Mike did so, but when he did it, Foxy went back behind his curtain. "What?"

"I saw Foxy...talk" I said.

He gave a nod and I heard, under his breath, say "I'm not the one going crazy." After that, we really didn't speak much.

5:30 am

We were getting packed up while Bonnie was at the door when Mike said "did you really see Foxy speak?" "Well, I think he tried to" I replied." why do you ask"? "Oh nothing" Mike said "just wondering".

When we were walking out to the entrance, I decided to visit Pirate Cove and, feeling stupid, try to talk to Foxy.

"Did you try to say something"? I felt so stupid, but then I was greatly shocked when I heard a raspy, creaky, barely audible "yes" come from behind the curtain. "Don't worry, I'll find out tomorrow" I told Foxy, stuck between bewildered and excited. I hurried to join Mike, who was struggling to find the key under all of our trash. After he finally found it, we went to the entrance to leave, and as we were leaving, I stole a glance and noticed that a metallic, mangled hand was giving a thumbs-up through the curtain. My jaw couldn't close all the way home.