AN: This is technically not chapter 15 but it is chapter 14.5 that only is the 1st person view of Teresa, so enjoy.
Why spend your money on a therapist when you can listen to AC/DC? ~ Me
Chapter 14.5
Teresa Sparks
I hold on to the coke that Malcom gave me already tempted to take a drink but I must make it last the whole entire night. Wait, if I'm here alone then who is to stop me from getting free refills all night? They probably turned the machine off but anyways I need to get to the office before 12:00 because that is what the job description said. As I start to walk toward the office I notice the animatronics and how creepy they are during the night, I walk down a very large hallway, which the office is at the end. When I walk into the office I sit in the chair and wait for the time to turn 12:00 AM, when it does the sound of a phone ringing almost makes me fall out of my chair and I scramble to find where the phone is. When I do find the phone it goes strait to a prerecorded message.
"Well, if you're hearing this chances are that you have made a very poor career choice," Malcom's voice answers.
"Hello Malcom," I say just as I remember that it's a message.
"The reason that you shouldn't have chose this job is that the animatronics move around during the night and the day too but if they see you after hours they will think that you are an endoskeleton and will stuff you in a Freddy Fazbear suit and that will kill you, by the way the one that looks like it's just a pile of metal is called the Mangle and I tried to fix her but it didn't work and it's better that you don't mention my name to her ok," he explains.
"Oh, so that's why no one wanted the job," I think as I check the cameras.
"I don't know if Foxy is still friendly but if he is just say that you know me, but New Chica is as creepy as ever and poor Old Chica can't move her arms and she lost her hands, but anyways this is night 1 things can't get too bad but they do become more active as the week progresses," he says as I take a sip of coke.
"What am I going to do?" I ask myself as I check the cameras.
"So if you see someone in a room make sure to strobe the light and if someone gets into your room then put on the Freddy Fazbear head, I know it smells like sweat but if you where me you would be sweating too," he says, "So take care and see you on the flip side I hope, oh yeah by the way wind up the music box every now and then, I don't know what happens if you don't but I'm sure I don't want to know."
I don't need to be him because I'm already sweating myself, I check the cameras and I almost scream when I see that New Chica is gone and I can't find her in any of the cameras, I check the hall light and I have a mini heart attack as I see New Chica and Old Foxy in the hallway.
"I'm Chica, let's party," she says.
"What kind of party?" I ask nervously.
"It's a dress up party," she says, "and you're invited."
"What do we do in this dress up party?" I ask.
"You get to dress up in a suit," she says as she walks closer, "don't worry, I'll help you,"
"NoNoNoNoNoNo, stop it with the terrifying jokes," I say.
"Come on, why can't we just get along?" Chica asks.
"Because I don't want to be MURDERED!" I shout as I wind up the music box.
"Chica stop scaring her, she needs to drink all of her coke first," Foxy says.
"See, he knows what to do," I say as I take a drink of my coke.
"Foxy what is up with you and coke lately?" Chica asks.
"Well, I had a small taste and I can't get enough of it, now I understand why Malcom loves this stuff," Foxy says as he takes a drink from a bottle.
"Whatever, let's just get her now remember what I said last night," she says.
"Fine, you go do that I'll just finish my coke," he says.
"Ok," Chica says as she walks toward me.
I drop my flashlight and as I bend down to grab it I hear Chicas' footsteps from inside my office.
"I got ya," Chica says as grabs me from under the desk.
I try to scream but Chica covers my mouth with her hand.
"It's ok, I just need to share the experience that I had and then put you into a suit," Chica says as she drags me into one of the party rooms.
"What is this experience that you had?" I ask.
"It is a purification procedure," she says as she lays me on the ground.
"Well, whenever someone says procedure and they aren't a doctor it never turns out well," I say.
"Don't worry, everything is going to be fine," she says is a soothing yet disturbing tone.
"Show me your P.H.D then you can do your procedure," I say.
"I don't need to," she says, "it's time to start."
"Where are you going with this?" I ask as she takes off my shirt.
"Oh, I see now what Mangle meant about this going to be fun," she says.
"Help me!" I say as I try to scream but Chica silences me with her hand.
"It's all ok," she says as she takes a knife like object out from under her endoskeleton.
"You're insane," I say.
"No Teresa, I'm just doing my duty," she says as she readies the object.
"How do you know my name?" I ask.
"I knew you from before when I was not purified," she answers, "When I was your friend,"
"Abigail, is that you?" I ask.
"Yes it's me," she says.
"But why are you doing this to me?" I ask.
"So we can become friends again," she replies.
"But this is not the answer, there are better less painful solutions," I say as I franticly search for a way out.
"Welcome to the jungle Teresa," she says maliciously.
"What have I gotten myself into?" I ask myself.
"It won't be long now, just lay back and enjoy the purification," she says as she slashes the blade down across my chest.