Zoe wondered how she was going to be able to do 4 more nights, but she felt as though she had too. She needed breakfast though, and fast. Zoe washed up at a nearby 7/11 and then bought herself a coffee and walked over to her apartment.
By the time she got home the time was only 7 am. Zoe sat down and made herself a bowl of cereal and was about to start eating when someone knocked on her door. "Coming" For fucks, sake that could that is at this time? She walked to her door, only just noticing she was still in her night guard outfit, which had massive sweat stains under her armpits, and unlocked it only to be greeted by her best, and only, friend Peter.
"Zoe? What happened to you?" his face was just completely terrified.
"Well, you will never believe me but I got a job at…Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, I think it's called, and I work the night shift-"
"CONGRADULATIONS!" He yelled hugging her before backing off because of the stink.
"Yeah, um… I'm going to go get washed up and changed, come inside and make yourself at home" she told him, "I'll be right back".
Zoe walked off into the bathroom and closed the door and turned on the shower. As she got undressed she noticed a black mark on her neck. Weird, must be some sort of dirt stain or something She jumped into the shower and just stood there looking up into the ceiling trying to forgot about the most terrifying nights she had ever had in her entire life. As she got out she spotted the black mark still there. Wow, you're one tuff scruff mark. She grabbed a sponge from under the sink and ran some hot water. After a few minutes she placed the sponge on the spot and instant pain shot through her body.
"OW FUCK!" She cried.
"Is everything alright in there?" Peter chirped through the door.
I don't need peter worrying about me
"Yeah everything's fine" she lied "Just dropped my comb".
"Oh, sorry, thought you got hurt" she heard peter mutter something under his breath as he walked back to the lounge.
Zoe turned back around and put on her spare shirt and jeans, then walked out of the bathroom. She spotted peter looking through her magazine collection in the TV cabinet. Zoe walked into her room and lazily grabbed a headband off her bed side table and made her long messy brown hair into a pony tail then grabbed her glasses and chucked them back on.
As she walked back out into the lounge room she noticed Peter quickly chucked something back into his pocket; "What's that?" she asked curiously making Peter very shifty. "Noth-nothing, just…err, my phone" Strange, I though Peter didn't have a phone. "Well I guess I better get going, congratulations again on your new job-CYA!" he blurted out as he picked himself up and ran out the door.
Zoe thought nothing of it and sat back down to her cereal and coffee. As soon as she finished she climbed into bed and almost instantly fell asleep.
Zoe woke up with a sore throat and a terrible pain on the back of her neck. Before she even got a chance to check it out she heard knocking at her door. Who the hell is it now? She lazily put on her glasses and walked up to the door before quickly making a pony tail and yelling at the constant knocking at the door. "I'M COMING, ONE SECOND!"
She opened the door very lazily only to spot 2 men in suits and wearing shades. Both of them seemed to have some sort of ear piece on and had badge attached to their shirts.
Without knowing who they were Zoe lazily, and rudely, asked "Can I help you?"
"Ma'am we're from the FBI and we've had reports of you yelling strange sort of language"
Zoe looked at them confused and wondering what the hell they meant.
"I've been asleep for the past… 12 hours how c-"
"We're going to need you to come with us" they interrupted. Then without warning grabbed her arm and dragged her out of her apartment and down the stairwell out into the foyer where she noticed there was blood all over the walls. There where animatronic suits everywhere with blood and pus pouring out of them.
She started panicking and try to escape but it was no use; the two FBI men had changed into 2 purple robots, just like the one from the Pizzeria. "Dinner time" they said.