Before he even walked into the office, Mike could see Mr. Money sitting in the swivel chair with his arms crossed. As soon as he walked in, both of the metal doors came slamming down, he could feel the wind as it whipped past him. Mr. Money sighed.

"Mike, I know you weren't prepared to work with children, but that's still no excuse for slacking off."

"But sir," Mike protested, "I was trying to-"

"No buts, Mike." Mr. Money cuts him off. "Because you were gone so long, The other employees had to work a lot harder."

I couldn't have been gone more than fifteen minutes. Mike thought.

"So, Mike. I'm afraid that not only are you not getting paid for today, I'm going to have to take off some money from your normal pay". Mr. Money said. Mike stared at him, feeling pretty annoyed at the unfairness of it. "However," Mr. Money continued, "If you come to work tomorrow, I may decide otherwise." Mike thought about the offer. Then, reluctantly, He agreed. He needed money to live, didn't he?

"I'm glad to hear it." Mr. Money said. "Now go and finish the rest of the day, without further incident, I hope."

The doors lifted, and Mike walked back to the dining room. He spent the rest of the day serving the customers, getting a tip here and there. Every now and then he would catch glimpses of the little girl, usually she would be intently watching the animatronics perform, seeming very interested in the show. During the breaks she would wander around the room, ignoring everyone until the show started again. Once, she saw him, and waved at him happily. He waved back before going into the kitchen to get another plate of pizza. He didn't feel mad at the girl, It wasn't really her fault after all.

By the time the restaurant closed, Mike was feeling pretty exhausted and just wanted to go home. He didn't notice when the girl left but it seemed like she was there for most of the day. Employees were allowed to have two slices of pizza a day, so Mike took them to eat that night and maybe the next. Packing up quickly, Mike left the building and drove off. Once he got home, he ate one of the now cold pizza slice and put the other into the small fridge. After getting a quick shower, He immediately went to bed, falling asleep almost instantly. Luckily for him, There were no dreams that night.

The next day he reported to work a bit early, attempting to seem like he was trying to impress the boss. This time, since there wasn't a delivery, he was told to help serve food again. Later in the day when he had to get extra plates, he was both surprised and unsurprised to see the little girl sitting curled up in a spot near where they were yesterday. She looked like she was waiting for him, because as soon as they saw each other she immediately lit up and practically ran towards him. She waited for him outside the storage and when he came back out, followed him to the kitchen. When the cooks noticed that she had entered behind him without him noticing, they laughed and allowed the girl to watch as they worked. One cook, Steve, even allowed her to make a small pizza of her own - although all she really did was put on the toppings - secretly, of course. Her eyes were shining when the saddeningly small piece of dough with cheese, sauce, and pepperonis came out of the oven. It was quickly gobbled down. She seemed to have fun and Mike worked the rest of the day without anything happening.

When it was time to close the restaurant, Mike went into the office and set a alarm for 11:45 PM on his watch and plopped into the swivel chair. Sleep came quickly. It seemed like not even a minute passed before he was awoken by the loud beeping of the watch's alarm. He groaned and sat up in the seat, having nearly fallen off. Rubbing his eyes, Mike put everything into place - The tablet on the table at a good reaching distance, and the swivel seat in the middle of the tiny room, so he could pretty easily reach and press the buttons on either side. He finished setting up the moment the clock hit 12. A chime rang out through the restaurant and immediately most of the lights dimmed and faded, leaving only enough for vision. Mike leaned back in the chair a bit, knowing the day should be generally peaceful and he could relax a bit for the first few hours. Strangely enough, however, the phone rang just once before it went silent, not giving him enough time to pick it up. Even more strange, it didn't start playing itself either. Although the talking would drone on for far too long and he would usually space out long before it ended, Mike listened to it anyways, knowing the boredom of silence would be even worse. Today, it was gone either way. Half an hour passed before he succumbed to the boredom, and started flicking through the cameras.

Show stage, no movement. Restrooms, nothing is happening. Dining area, nothing. West Hall. Nope. Supply closet. Nada. Pirate Cove. Foxy's out. Backstage - wait. Mike immediately flicked the view back to Pirate Cove. There was no mistaking it. Foxy was out. On day one. Mike could hear quick thumping echoing down the halls. He immediately put the tablet down and was about to reach for the door button, when he came face to face with a yellow colored bear animatronic sitting on the ground in front of him. Golden Freddy. The first time he saw the limp animatronic he jumped and instinctively lifted the tablet up as a shield. After a long moment of silence he looked up to see the empty office. Hoping that was how to counter the thing, he decided he could quickly close the door and then get the tablet, Mike punched the button just as a flash of red appeared in the doorway, and he reached for the tablet. He wasn't fast enough. A golden fist rammed into his stomach. He fell to the ground, winded and reeling in pain. It was very likely that he broke a bone or two. He noticed the tablet on the floor next to him, somehow it must've fallen when he did. He reached for it, just to see it get roughly kicked away. Mike tried to roll away from the spot as quickly as he could but the animatronic grabbed his neck and hoisted him into the air, his feet barely touching the round. The paw (hand?) immediately started to crush his throat. Mike's hands immediately grabbed at the arm holding him up, his legs kicked at the animatronic, trying desperately to force it away. Nothing he did even made it budge. His lungs began to burn and his vision started swimming. His clawing weakened. Somehow, through it all, he noticed the animatronic fox outside the window, It's yellow, glowing eye staring at them. The sight of the fox awoke some last reserve of energy, and using it, He gave the animatronic a good, solid kick. It didn't even flinch. His resolve faded, and his eyes began to close. He was getting so tired… A small gasp had him glance to his right, where the door was still open. He thought he saw the outline of something small in the doorway before everything faded into darkness.

A/N After disappearing for two weeks, I'm back!...with a saddeningly short chapter….. Sorry, I was busy trying to catch up on sleep, and, well, it was the holidays, so something else I was busy with...And, unfortunately, January is midterm season so I'm going to be busy the next two or three weeks for so too…

On another note, things are going to be picking up a bit :D I hope you enjoyed, please review, and tell me if you think the pacing is too quick or too slow since-I-am-currently-paranoid-about-that...Anyways, cya next chapter!

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InkyTheInk - Aw, thanks xD