The night hours aren't too bad here. It does get a bit boring. Having to listen to Foxy's ghost tell the same made-up stories over and over gets a little annoying, and Chica's ghost handing you debris from the wall and telling you it's pizza, urging you to eat it, gets weird too. I don't even remember how I even ended up here. It seems like just yesterday I was entertaining children with Fredbear, but here I am in some dump that adults come to to "Ooh" and "Ahh" at you, pointing and commenting at how disgusting and scary your old home looks. Not too long ago I was locked in the back room of some other pizzeria, not able to walk around, or even have any leg room for that matter, so I shouldn't complain. At least I can move and socialize now.

Suddenly I heard screaming. "Springtrap! There's a h-human!" I heard Freddy's ghost shout from another room. His goofy voice always made me smile, but not when he was scared like this.

"Freddy, there's always humans here! What are you talking about?" I asked him. Being able to communicate telepathically has it's advantages, I didn't have to move a muscle from my comfortable spot in the back room

"They're sitting in one spot! They're not moving! W-What do they want from us!" I could hear the fear in his voice. I decided to get up and see what all the commotion was about.

Then I saw you. You. You sat at your desk, your eyes widened as you held up your tablet, your hands trembling. You were obviously scared of the position you were in. Your outfit told me that you were a part of the work force. You weren't cleaning so you couldn't be a janitor, and you weren't talking so you couldn't be a tour guide. The only available job left was a security guard. Were you perhaps the guard of this establishment?

I never understood why this place needed a guard, I'm scary enough, if there was ever an intruder, I could just show my face and they'd never come back.

I decided to get a closer look at you, so I made my way to the ventilation system, Crawling through it until I could look down at you through an air vent. I hated being in here, I'm not a big fan of tight spaces, but I couldn't let you see me, not yet at least.

You seemed scared still. I don't understand why, we're no threat to you here. Sure, we may look scary, and we may be part of a horror attraction at the moment, But I promise you, we're not bad.

Suddenly, the watch on your wrist started beeping. You sighed in relief as you got up and left the room. I decided to follow you, see where you were going. By the other side of the building, I stared down at you from the vent. You took out a key and stuck it into the doorknob of a door that I never knew existed, and left. You left? You're gone? I didn't know employees could leave here.

I tilted my head to the side in confusion. Suddenly I became overwhelmed as reality started to crash around me. I was trapped and there was a way out. Why didn't I realize this sooner? My hands started to form fists unconsiously, but I stopped myself before I got angry. I get hostile when I'm angry. I'm not... Myself.