Midnight

Hestia walked into her office a few minutes before the clock struck 12. She checked the cameras briefly to make sure no one had wandered into the pizzeria. God help any fool who did. She set her Foxy plush on the desk once more as the phone begins to ring.

"You'll keep me safe, won't you Wolfie?"

"Uhh, Hello? Hello? Uh, well, if you're hearing this and you made it to day two, uh, congrats!"

"Are these prerecorded..." Hestia wondered to herself.

"I-I won't talk quite as long this time since Freddy and his friends tend to become more active as the week progresses."

"Well, shit..."

"Uhh, it might be a good idea to peek at those cameras while I talk to make sure everyone's in their proper place. You know..." Hestia checked the stage real fast, they were all there.

"Foxy's out of order..." she thought, "I doubt he'll be that much trouble."

"Uh... Interestingly enough, Freddy himself doesn't come off stage very often. I heard he becomes a lot more active at night though, so, hey, I guess that's one more reason not to run out of power, right?"

"The asshole better stay on that damn stage I just spent five and a half hours cleaning and repairing his ass!"

"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 your doors."

"What is this? Some jacked up indie horror game?! Whose bright idea was that?" she asked looking at her Foxy plush.

"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."

"Then what is he implying?" she asks her plushy with a raised eyebrow.

"Also, check on the curtain in Pirate Cove from time to time." Hestia's blood ran cold at that sentence.

"No... Not Foxy... Not him..." she said with a small whimper.

"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."

Hestia looked blankly at the screen for a moment unable to process what she'd just heard. No, not only were her favorite things in the world, robots, trying to kill her. The robots from her and her twins favorite restaurant were supposedly trying to kill her, and to top it all off Foxy her favorite robot in the world was trying to kill her. A tear rolled down her cheek. Unfortunately, she didn't have time for it to sink in as the sound of metal footsteps entered the room with her.

Hestia turned to her left sharply as Bonnie let out a blood curdling scream. He grabbed her roughly, holding her above his head when he paused. Hestia looked down at him, whimpering as she realized that the robots killing people was definitely not a joke. But for some reason instead of killing her, he set her back in her chair.

Hestia looked up in horror, trying not to throw up as the scent of rotting corpse over powered her. Bonnie, hovering over her, bent down to look at her eye to eye. The black pits of his violet eyes seemed confused at her presence.

"You're..." his voice box was mechanical sounding and worn as he tried to speak to her, "You're a girl?"