My Night At Freddy's
Chapter Five: 2:00 AM
The reality of my situation was starting to dawn on me as I sat there in that office. Apparently the goal of every animatronic character at Freddy's was to capture me and stuff me into a suit full of metal and wires, thereby killing me, but I had no intention of letting that happen. So instead of just sitting there and waiting to see what came for me, like only an idiot would do, I started to make a plan. The first thing I thought of was escape, so my first plan was to leave the office and head back down the hall to the dining area, where I would try to find a way around the metal shutters on the doors and windows.
If for some reason my first plan failed, I was already coming up with a backup. Now, the phone in my office might have been disconnected, but I was willing to bet that the same was not true about the one in the owner's office. Both of these plans required me to sneak past Chica and Bonnie, but it was still better than waiting for them to come get me, so I left the off through the broken door. Stepping over Foxy's remains, I quietly crept down the hall while trying to avoid the beams of the security lights as best I could. There was no way of knowing how sophisticated the characters' sight was, so it was best to be careful.
When I got to the dining area, the first thing I saw was Chica wandering around some of the tables on the opposite side, and then I saw Bonnie disappearing into the hallway, probably to wander through the restrooms again. This was probably the best chance I was gonna get, so I crouched down as I left the hallway, and took cover behind the first table that I came to. So far my plan was working, and Chica continued to wander around the tables as if she hadn't noticed me yet.
Part of me felt stupid for trying to hide from a bunch of low-rent pizzeria characters like a kid who was scared to sit on Santa Claus's lap, but this was serious business, and St. Nick was far less likely to shove someone into an animatronic suit. So I continued on, moving from table to table as I slowly approached the doors to freedom, but then my heart sank as I got close enough to see the shutters. They were every bit as heavy and durable looking as the ones in my office.
From what the owner had said to me before my shift started, I knew that there was no way to raise the shutters from inside, even though I looked around for one anyway. So what was an employee supposed to do if there was a fire or something? Call for help? No, because the phone in the security office didn't work. I was starting to get really angry at the sheer stupidity of the situation which I had allowed myself to fall into, but then the anger melted into fear, causing me to dive under the table as I saw Chica approaching.
The large chick was continually circling the small tables as she made rounds like a guard, and thankfully there was just enough room underneath them for me to hide. The tablecloth helped a bit, but it only went about half way to the floor, allowing me to see the character's big bird-like feet. The good news about this was that it allowed me to see where she was at all times, but unfortunately it also meant that I would be spotted immediately if she were to look under it.
I watched her movements in order to try and find some kind of pattern that would help me get away, and it was easy to figure out, but I would have to wait until she moved back to the other side of the dining area before I could move. Her pattern was simple; circling each table and then stopping for a second to look around the room before moving to the next one. My heart kept beating faster with each table that she circled on her way toward me, and I was so nervous that I had to cover my mouth to make my breathing quieter as her feet stopped right in front of my face.
I could hear the character moving around as she looked around the room, and I couldn't help sighing with relief as she started to walk away, but then her feet stopped. Nothing moved or made a sound for a few seconds, but then I couldn't help crying out in terror as Chica grabbed the edge of the table and effortlessly threw it away from me. I scrambled out of the way as the large chick reached down to grab me, and out of instinct I jumped to my feet while running for the nearest door.
Almost sliding to a stop as I ran into the back stage area, I expected Chica to be right on my heels as I slammed the door shut, but to my surprise she had only gotten a short distance from the table. I dead-bolted the door before backing away from it, and there were still several seconds before she tried the door, making me realize that she was not nearly as fast as Foxy was. Apparently she was just as strong, though, as she began to ram the door after a few tries to open it, and by the third hit the metal door was starting to dent inward.
At this point it was safe to say that my first plan had failed in the worst possible way, since instead of enjoying the freedom of the outside world, I was trapped back stage with a giant yellow chick trying to kill me. Chica continued to pummel the door as I looked for a way out, but the only things around me were some spare character suits. A glimmer of hope surged through my brain as I thought that maybe I could use one for a disguise, but then that hope was shattered as I opened the first suit and stumbled backwards from the horrible smell.
As said before, I had done tours in both Iraq and Afghanistan, so I didn't have to look at the bloody, carved up remains that were filling that suit to know what it was. This was probably the poor bastard that had left me the recorded message under the desk, but apparently he hadn't been able to last as long inside the suit as he thought. The door was nearly coming off its hinges by the time I closed the suit back up, and from how bad this room had already smelled when I came in, it was pretty safe to say what I would've found in the other suits as well.
The door was just about destroyed at this point, and I had absolutely no intention of joining the previous security guards, so I looked around for something that I could use. The only thing available besides the spare suits was an extra stage curtain, so I grabbed it just as the door was knocked off its hinges, and threw the curtain over Chica's head once she entered the room. It was large enough to cover her whole body, and she was moving to free herself, when I got behind her and shoved the character with all my strength. One of her feet got caught on the curtain, leaving the character off balance enough for me to knock over, so I ran back into the dining area as she fell on her face.
Bonnie was just returning from his hourly tour of the restrooms, so I ducked back into the hallway I had come out from, just as a ripping sound came from back stage. A few seconds later Chica walked out, and I wasted no time in running back toward the security office. My newest plan, as I stepped over Foxy while ducking under the shutter, was to go out the other door and hide from her in the kitchen. So I pushed the door button, and the still-working shutter quickly retracted into the ceiling, leaving me to gasp as I came face to face with Bonnie.
The large rabbit didn't even have time to reach for me before I pressed the door button again, bringing the shutter back down. Then I turned around and froze as Chica slowly ducked under the broken shutter to enter the office. The fire extinguisher I had used to defend myself against Foxy was still on the floor, so I ducked down to grab it, but found myself being lifted away from it as the large chick grabbed me.
Her grip was every bit as strong as Foxy's as she picked me up off the floor to carry me away, but as I wildly grabbed for something, anything to use against her, my hand closed around my coffee thermos. My intent, as I jammed it into her mouth, was to try to use it as a lever to push her away from me, but the lid was off and I was holding it upside down, allowing the entire contents of the thermos to be dumped down her throat.
Sparks started to fly out of the character's mouth as she stumbled backwards, and then her powerful grip on me was released as her large yellow body began to twitch. Black smoke started to pour out of her mouth a few seconds later as the sparks burned holes in her suit from within as the twitching got worse. Finally Chica completely seized up, her body remaining motionless as if she were a statue. That is, until she slowly fell over backwards, crashing to the floor next to Foxy as I sunk back into my chair to catch my breath.