Nick stood in front of the restaurant, debating if he really wanted to come back. Nope, he didn't but he needed the money and he was unqualified for any other job. Nick pushed open the front door, it was exactly the same as yesterday but cleaner. He suspiciously eyed the animatronic band. He wanted to spit on them so badly but he didn't want to be fired on his second day. So he said:

"I hate you, all of you. Even you, duck."

"She's not a duck, she's a chick." He turned around to look at who corrected him and came face to face with an older man. He looked like he was in his late twenties, short, his tousled black hair falling in his face.

"I'm pretty sure that's a duck."

The man shook his head and pulled his glasses off. "Yeah, it's still not a duck."

"How do you know?"

"Because I've worked here since it first opened," he said flatly. Nick nodded as a thought crossed his mind.

"Hey, what's the bite of '87?"

The man's steel grey eyes grew as wide as saucers. He tugged at the collar of his shirt, suddenly nervous.

"N-Nothing, It was just a simple mistake. Uh. It's n-nothing you should be... concerned about," he stuttered. He was a horrible liar.

"Didn't some kid's head get bit off."

"Well. Uh, not the whole head, just a piece of it." He started to sweat, glancing at the clock repeatedly.

"You say that like it's not a big deal."

"N-No! The kid lived."

"But-

"What's your name?" He completely change the subject, much to Nick's displeasure.

"Nick."

"Nice to meet you, I'm Al."

"Al what?"

"Just Al."

Nick didn't know why, but he burst into laughter.

"What's so funny!?" He looked offended.

"Your name is so fucking stupid!"

"Thanks for pointing that out asshole, I had no idea," he said, glancing at the clock. "Well, I would chat with you longer, but it's getting late, good luck! We'll see you tomorrow, maybe." Al rushed out the door, locking it behind him.

"He must be Mr. Fazbear's son. I wonder why he didn't ask me who I was," he said to no one in particular, then he saw he was wearing the uniform. "Oh." Nick looked at the time.

11:58.

"Yay, I get to play with my favorite friend tonight," Nick said, winking at Bonnie. He entered the office, happy to find it neater than it was last night. There was also a fan on the the desk blowing, cool air, which he was grateful for, he'd felt like he was roasting alive last time. He sat down in th office chair waiting for the main power to shut off, hopefully this night wouldn't be so bad. He stood and grabbed the tablet off the desk. Switching it on, he checked the cameras even though the power was still on.

He took the time to admire the moldy sandwich on the desk, it really complimented the scratch marks on the floor. Wait a second, were those always there. He kneeled down them. He shivered as he thought of all the possible ways they could have gotten there. It certainly looked like whoever left them was dragged out of here. He wondered why they where left here, you'd think they would have cleaned it up by now to cover up any evidence of foul play. Nick stood and sat back on the the chair, though, multiple questions swam in his head.

As the main power shut off as he forced himself to calm down, swallowing unevenly. The guard relaxed slightly when he heard the phone ring, relieved to hear the voice of another human being before he faced the horrors awaiting him.

"Uhh, Hello? Hello? Uh, well, if you're hearing this and you made it to day two, uh, congrats! I-I won't talk quite as long this time since Freddy and his friends tend to become more active as the week progresses. Uhh, it might be a good idea to peek at those cameras while I talk just to make sure everyone's in their proper place. You know..."

He checked the stage, the bunny and du- whoops, chicken, were already gone. Yay, it's a real party now because one just wasn't enough. This is awesome, he loves his job, unsanitary and deadly, just the was he likes it.

" Uh... Interestingly enough, Freddy himself doesn't come off stage very often. I heard he becomes a lot more active in the dark though, so, hey, I guess that's one more reason not to run out of power, right? I-I also want to emphasize the importance using of your door lights. There are blind spots in your camera views, and those blind spots happen to be right outside of your doors. So if-if you can't find something, or someone, on your cameras, be sure to check the door lights. Uh, you might only have a few seconds to react... Uh, not that you would be in any danger, of course. I'm not implying that."

Pfft, danger? What danger? All he saw was murderous animatronics that wanted to make him apart of the team. By killing him in a horrible painful way, of course. Not to mention he might have a heart attack if the power goes out.

"Also, check on the curtain in Pirate Cove from time to time. The character in there seems unique in that he becomes more active if the cameras remain off for long periods of time. I guess he doesn't like being watched. I don't know. Anyway, I'm sure you have everything under control! Uh, talk to you soon.''

"Yep, this is terrifying." Nick commented, the fox stared at him from behind the curtain, its jaw hanging open, showing of its marvelous row of razor sharp teeth. He let out a nervous laughed as he flipped swiftly through the other cameras. His lover, Bonnie, stood in the party room, awaiting his arrival, while Chica the Duck, messed around in the kitchen from what he could tell by the audio. He should sneak in the kitchen after this, the curiosity is killing him.

He checked Pirate's Cove again and his heart skip a beat.

"Where the fuck is he!?" Nick heard someone. No, something running towards the office, he quickly closed the left door as something banged on it trying to get in. What the hell? Was he not checking enough?

The banging soon stopped and looking at the camera again he found the curtains closed. Nick cursed, that bit off a good chunk of his power. Opening the left door, he took a deep breath, it was two o'clock. Chica was missing. Great, he closed both doors and turned on the lights.

AHH! God, you're a pretty for a duck." He said, trying to cope with the situation. Chica slammed her wing on the window. Nick smirked, totally inappropriate for this situation, but he felt good at what he'd accomplished. He opened the left door Bonnie was right outside but not quite here yet. Foxy was still behind the curtain, probably pissed off at having the door slammed in his face. Nick almost laughed at the thought, he knew these things didn't have feelings, though, it was amusing think so.

He checked his door lights, Bonnie was here, finally. He closed the door to express his love to him and opened the right, finding Chica gone.

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Shit, this not good.

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Awesome, he's always wanted to die.

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Goodbye world.

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Bonnie, why?

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Shit.

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