My Night At Freddy's
Chapter Six: 3:00 AM
The sound of my little office clock striking 3:00 AM gave me hope because my shift was half way over, but on the other hand it was only half way over. I still had three more hours left in this nightmare, but once I had recovered from my confrontation with Chica, I intended to shorten that time. Watching the monitors to keep track of Bonnie's location, I decided that it was time to make my move once the character was back in the restroom hallway. However, I had learned my lesson about simply trying to sneak by these characters, so there was a little stop I had to make on the way.
Stepping over the remains of Chica and Foxy, I ducked under the broken shutter as I took yet another trip down the left hallway. This time I only went as far as the janitor's closet, and for once luck was on my side as I found the door unlocked. As I said before, my regular job was being a janitor at the local Community College, so I knew my way around these closets, and it didn't take long to find what I was looking for with the help of my flashlight.
I wasn't looking for a weapon this time, since I had nearly been carried away by both Foxy and Chica when I tried to fight them off, so I was taking a different approach by carrying the five-gallon bucket of floor-stripper into the dining area. The bucket was old, but unopened since I doubted that the owner demanded a quarterly strip-and-wax of the floors, so the contents were still good when I opened it. Then I waited for several minutes as I heard Bonnie moving through the bathrooms, and finally the large rabbit turned to face me once it had reached the end of the side-hall.
Again, I was expecting it to come charging at me like Foxy had done, but thankfully it moved nice and slow like Chica. This gave me plenty of time to pick up the bucket and dump the milky-white contents in a puddle around its feet. Now, the reason that I had chosen floor-stripper was simple: In addition to being mildly corrosive, it was also very slippery, especially when poured onto the floor in a thick amount. I don't know if animatronic characters were capable of being surprised, but I'm sure Bonnie didn't expect to have his feet suddenly slip out from under him.
The large rabbit fell onto its back, and after all of the terror that those things had caused me so far, I couldn't help but laugh as I dumped more stripper right onto its back. Bonnie flopped around like a fish as he struggled to get up, failing each time as I emptied the last of the bucket onto the floor just to make sure the character stayed that way for a while. I wished that there was some way for me to shut it down like I had done with the others, but I was out of coffee, and I wasn't sure if I could lure it into the doorway.
Even without destroying Bonnie, this still allowed me to finally put my second plan into action, which was to use the phone in the owner's office to call for help. So I ran out of the dining area and past the restroom hallway to the door marked Management. Of course it was locked, but I was prepared for that. This place had been built back in the 70's, and used a bulky kind of metal door that was pretty strong, but also left a large gap between the door itself and the frame. This allowed me to see the latch, and also to get to it with my hunting knife that had so far been useless to me.
It took a minute for me to get the tip of the blade into a position where I could use it to pull back the latch manually, probably due to my shaking hands, but soon I had moved it just enough for the door to swing open. Rushing into the office and closing the locked door behind me, I immediately turned on the flashlight so that I could find the owner's phone. Like everything else at Freddy's, this office was run down and disorganized, but then my heart started racing as I found the desk phone buried under some paper plates and magazines.
However, it was in exactly the same condition as the one in the security office; no cord and the wall jack removed. I will admit that this little setback put me into a slump for a second, but then I decided to search the office for other things that could've been useful. For example, a lot of business owners keep a gun under their desk in case of robbery, but this was not the case with Freddy's. I found a revolver case, but the only thing inside it was a receipt from one of the local pawn shops. I was now desperately trying to think of another plan, when I jumped a little as the door shook from impact.
I was surprised by this, since I hadn't thought that Bonnie would've been able to get out of the floor-stripper so quickly, but there he was, ramming the door just like Chica had done to the back stage area. This time there were no blankets or curtains for me to throw over the character once it got in, so I decided to do something stupid by picking up the chair and waiting. A few hits later the door collapsed, and Bonnie came stomping in, but he was looking rough. The stripper had corroded large parts of his bulky costume, leaving a faceless nightmare in its place that looked like something out of a Terminator movie.
I could see the metal skeleton's hands and parts of its torso through the holes in the rabbit suit, and with as dimly lit as this place was, its face looked like an empty maw with several sets of teeth. So I ran at this creature with the chair out in front of me, and it's a good thing that there was still so much stripper on its feet, because I don't know if I could've knocked it down like that otherwise. I dropped the chair and continued running as Bonnie crashed to the floor, and I ran through the first door I came to, suddenly stopping as I realized what I had just done to myself.
In my desperation to get away from Bonnie, I had run right into the boys' restroom, and trapped myself once again. This time there wasn't a puddle of floor-stripper to buy me extra time, and there was nowhere to go, so I ran into the first stall and locked the door as the large rabbit came into the restroom. My options for escape were rapidly vanishing as I heard the character's exposed metal feet clicking on the floor tile, but I still had one ridiculous idea left. Trying to be quiet and using the darkness to my advantage, I got down on the floor and crawled under the barrier into the next stall.
As I expected, Bonnie stopped at the first one and checked to see if it was locked, and then everything shook as it crashed right through the stall door. So I came running out of the second stall, got behind the character, and dove onto it while plunging my knife into its back. I did not expect the large rabbit to be hurt by this as its head slammed into the toilet and we fell to the floor, but this did not stop me. Over and over again, I stabbed the large rabbit; cutting wires and trying to jam servos or anything else that might've helped me stop it.
Bonnie tried to throw me off or grab me, but the floor-stripper on its costume made it too slippery for it to even stop itself from slipping on the floor, so I just kept stabbing and stabbing. I am certainly glad that no one was there to hear me screaming like a lunatic while I hacked and slashed one of the characters that I had enjoyed seeing so much as a child, and then the blade of my knife snapped off as sparks started to fly. I must've damaged something important because Bonnie's movements started to slow down as I scooted away, and soon the large rabbit stopped moving all together.
It was over. Bonnie Rabbit had been destroyed along with Chica Chick and Foxy Fox, and I just sat there against the restroom wall, trying to catch my breath. I expected that most people in my situation would have been proud of themselves for doing so well against an enemy like this, but I didn't feel good at all. I was tired of this place, I was tired of these ridiculous animatronic characters trying to kill me, and I just wanted to get out of there. I also still had Freddy Fazbear himself to deal with, if that character was even functioning, so I slowly pulled myself to my feet, and took a last look at Bonnie before walking out of the restroom.