12pm, let's do this.

I have no back up now, if something goes wrong there is no one to save me.

The restaurant is darker than I remember; it is also hotter which makes me sweat immediately but I don't care. I hear creepy voices coming from the hallways and at times an imaginary hand touches my back, when I turn around there is no one behind me.

Bonnie starts moving, he goes to the dining room but stays there, in the other hand we have Chica, and as usual he stalks my door very often. He's not a problem, but what troubles me is Freddy.

Right away he moves from room to room, he visits the Pirate's Cove and the backstage, sometimes he makes eye contact with the camera and stays like that for a few seconds like if he was challenging me.

"I see you came up with a plan too…."

95% of energy and it is 1am.

I sigh. All these nights with irregular sleep and stress starts to show off, I just want to sleep in my bed, it's hard to keep my eyes open. "This ends here" I say to myself trying to cheer me up but it doesn't work.

Then a strange silhouette catches my attention, it breaks one of the windows and struggles to get in, it carries a large object in his left hand. When he comes closer to a light bulb I recognize him immediately, its Ron's dad. I wonder what he might be doing here, until he starts walking towards the security room, without thinking it twice I close the left door.

I look through all the cameras, Bonnie probably heard the noise and locked himself in the bathrooms, Chica is wondering around like if nothing was happening, but Freddy gets closer to the man in a stealthy way. He wants to see daddy?

Confused I try to understand what is going on. Why is the owner here? What is in his hands? Is that a…is that a fucking shotgun!? Ok, this is not real, maybe I'm hallucinating because of how stressful this is, but even then I won't let my guard down.

He has a shot gun, and he is also right beside me. I can't see what the man is doing but it stresses me out, I wouldn't be surprised if he was still drunk. The disgusting smell of cigarettes and cheap alcohol floods the room, making me nauseous, my visions starts to blur making it difficult to distinguish what is around me. He knocks the metal door loudly, but I say nothing. He knocks a second time yelling words I'm not able to hear, maybe I'm going deaf too. Adrenaline stars running through my veins making my heart pump faster and harder, my breaths are quick and desperate.

Then Chica appears in my right door, I close it fast.

My energy is now down to 70% because of the constant presence of my guests. This is driving me insane, I can't take anymore.

"Ok, I just gotta take him out of here…"

I take my phone and type in the police number but when I'm about to make the call something stops me and decide to wait a little bit more. I look for Bonnie, he stayed in the men's bathroom.

"Look at me…come on do it!"

Bonnie walks in circles, it must be hard to be in a position like his (Not that mine is any better). Finally he looks up to the camera. He stares at me, I say nothing, and even if I did he wouldn't be able to hear me. Is he thinking about me? After some time he gets out of his hideout and slowly walks away.

Time goes by pretty slow; the air is heavy which makes it harder to breath.

Finally I see Ron's dad walking away, Freddy is following him without being noticed. Then the owner walks away the restaurant. The bear stays in the dining room.

My body moves by itself, now is the chance. I run through the right hallway, thankfully Chica is nowhere to be seen. Being immersed in the dark is such an uncomfortable experience; I can't tell what is in front of me.

And then I find Freddy. He notices me right away and turns around.

-What a delightful surprise to have you here with us in this special night.

Us?

I position myself right in front of the camera's view and stay there; if the bear wants anything from me then he has to come closer, but maybe my movements were too obvious, as he looks at me with an evil grin.

I feel something is coming right behind me, I turn around quickly and notice it is Bonnie.

They both stare at each other like if some kind of secret conversation was taking place between them, Freddy's expression changes suddenly, at first he was impressed because of something, but then that changed for a pissed face.

-You little…

That's the only thing Freddy says before running towards the security room, Bonnie follows him.

I can only imagine that Chica was supposed to get rid of the recordings, but something happened to him and Bonnie is the responsible.

I'm all alone in the dark; the front door was still open and the night's cold air comes in.

Then, my nightmare comes through the door. Ron's dad is there, with the shotgun in hands. We don't exchange any words, I look at his eyes but for some reason they feel lifeless. He points the shot gun at the ceiling and shoots twice. The sound that comes from it makes my hearth wants to get out of my chest, without thinking it I run away but he doesn't seem to be following me. I look over my shoulder but the darkness makes it difficult to differentiate things.

I don't know exactly what place this is but as long as I'm away from that insane guy everything is fine by me.

If this is a dream, I want it to end.

There is blood coming down my nose, I put my hand around it and press strongly before it drops on my shirt, again.

A third shot.

I rest in the room's wall, the voices I have been hearing earlier are now stronger and more clear than before but I can't quite understand what they're trying to say, there are some high-pitched screams and low whispers, there are also multiple hands touching me everywhere.

My hand can't block the blood anymore and it spills all over my face.

Heavy footsteps from the right and shotgun sounds from the left. Either way it looks like I'm going to die here.

(AN: Sorry for taking so long to post this chapter but also for the delay of the next episode, I'll try to hurry up things a little bit.)