Just a heads up: This'll probably get more gory as it progresses. I mean, it's "Five Nights at Freddy's". Like here, for instance.

'Share?' Derek asked. 'What do you mean?'

Strider sighed, I mean all six of you can use Springtrap at once. If you don't bicker like the children you are-

'We don't bicker and we are not kids! We're old people! Older than you!' Luke shouted, startling everybody. When he noticed the unsettling staring he received, the boy in the eyepatch sulked a bit.

Look, while you make your way to the office, I will give the girl a bit of a scare to distract her. Maybe I'll even mess with the controls, who knows?

'One question, sir!' Ron politely said. 'Why doesn't the girl have a way to defend herself?'

Jack replied harshly, 'It's the first guard, they're going to act stupid about us! We don't even exist to them!'

'That's no fun,' Will huffed.

Chelsea murmured sarcastically. 'Boy, I can't wait for tonight.'

The night guard jumped in her seat when the phone rang.

"Hey man, okay, I have some awesome news for you! First of all, we found some vintage audio training cassettes! Dude, these are like, prehistoric! I think they were like, training tapes for like, other employees or something like that- so, I thought we could, like, have them playing, like, over the speakers as people walk through the attraction. Dude, that makes this feel legit man. But I have an even better surprise for you and you're not gonna believe this- we found one. A REAL one. Uh-oh-uh gotta go man- uh, well-well look, i-it's in there somewhere, I'm-I'm sure you'll see it. Okay, I'll leave you with some of this great audio that I found! Talk to you later man!"

"A-A real what?" she shouted at the recording. She didn't get her answer, because as soon as the call ended, the training recording played.

"Uh, hello! Hello hello! Uh, welcome to your new career as a performer slash entertainer for Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. Uh, these tapes will provide you with much needed information on how to handle slash climb into slash climb out of mascot costumes. Right now, we have two specially designed suits that double as both animatronics and suits. So please pay close attention while learning how to operate these suits as accidents slash injuries slash death slash irreparable and grotesque maiming can occur," a different man began. At the mention of grotesque maiming, the night watch glanced with disgust at the device. "First and most discussed is how to operate the mascots while in animatronic form. For ease of operation, the animatronics are set to turn and walk towards sounds they hear which is an easy and hands off approach to making sure the animatronics stay where the children are for maximum entertainment slash crowd-pleasing value."

The girl's hand hovered over the "MUTE" button, but it never touched it. As the man rambled on, the night watch had one question.

"What on Earth is that?!"

"I TOLD YOU, WE SHOULD GO DIRECTLY TO THE OFFICE... NO, WE NEED TO HAVE SOME FUN FIRST... WILL YOU JUST ZIP IT?!... WE SMELL LIKE A CORPSE, DEREK... I SAID ZIP IT!"

Will you just stop arguing among yourselves and get on with it?! Strider shouted at the robotic monster.

Apparently, "sharing Springtrap" was not a good idea. The abomination spoke in several voices at once, and movement was surprisingly hard. It kind of hurt, too, like standing on your own feet. Oh, and nobody could settle on what to do. That was a big detail.

For a moment the animatronic turned towards the office, but stopped midway and put a foot in the other direction, still facing the other way. Then it abruptly put one hand in the air and one on its hips, in a sort of a model pose. There was giggling, and suddenly Springtrap started yelling at itself.

"WILL!... HAHA, YOU LOOK STUPID... STUPID IS A RUDE WORD... SHUT UP!..."

The purple poltergeist sighed and put his head in his hands, While you babies fight, I'll go be productive and actually kill them, okay? Okay.

And with a huff, he was gone. For some time, it was quiet. But it didn't last.

"SEE WHAT YOU'VE MADE HIM DO?... ME?!... WHO SAID THAT?... I'M NOT SURE... JUST GO ALREADY..."

With a painfully slow step, Springtrap gradually made its way to the office.

"S-STAY BACK!" the man shouted at the air. There was nothing there but a few empty bottles of alcohol and some arcade machines. "Pac-Chica" flickered a bit on screen above an empty Bonnie suit.

The man rambled incoherent, slurred-together words about murder, then leaped for the other side of the room from the non-existent threat.

He yelled again, voice cracking, "GO AWAYYYyyyYYY!"

Then the man made a dash for the Bonnie suit. He drunkenly fiddled with something inside of it, then quickly slipped it on. It wasn't put on quite well, since the man was still visible underneath it if someone paid enough attention.

"Hahhaaaaaha! You can't g-get me now you can'th geth meeeeee!" he laughed at the air as if it were alive. Everything he said came out oddly distorted in the costume, echoing off the empty walls of the place he used to work at.

The man awkwardly stumbled over a bottle and continued his frenzied laughing. He almost slipped on the spare tokens on the floor, leaning on a "Foxy's Quest" machine and insanely giggling.

He got up slowly, still laughing at absolutely nothing. For a moment that was the only noise audible. Then there was a loud noise like metal scraping against metal, and his laugh was cut short. It turned into discorded screaming, which could give the bravest of people chills down their spine.

It was hard to see the purple clothes beneath the blood.