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Cheyenne stuck her earbuds in as she waited for her shift, blasting Slipknot almost to the max. The clock above her desk ticked 11:56 pm, and she was already bored. When she had first started working here, the nights had been so much fun; but now. . . it wasn't as exciting. Sure, she loved hanging with the workers and the animatronics, that was most likely the reason she stayed now.
But things were different now that Jade had installed the generator. Cheyenne would spend these long nights watching the cameras small screens, hoping at least one of the animatronics would almost get her, make her feel scared.
There was one time when she didn't have power. It was her third week and there had been a massive storm that had trees bending and breaking from the strong sleets of rain and wind. She was trying to draw an eye when the lights flickered once, twice, and then completely disappeared. Ann had to save her- well, save the animatronics before they were torn apart from Cheyenne's swinging Kershaw. Ann wasn't like the other animatronics, she could still see Cheyenne as a friend unlike the others. Every security guard that came into the pizzeria was killed, only two have survived the hell that the pizzeria gave: Cheyenne and Lizzi.
Cheyenne was obviously still around, but Lizzi had taken off out of state.
Mr. Wilson still tried to get ahold of her, but it was no use. The poor girl had been scarred mentally. Lizzi had seen too many deaths at the pizzeria and she couldn't take it anymore.
This upset Ann. Her and Lizzi had never been friends, they fought every time the other took a breath; but even then, it still hurt to think that Lizzi had been pushed to her breaking point.
The clock chimed 12:00 am, making Cheyenne glance up from her phone.
The animatronics were still standing on stage, and one look at pirate's cove showed Foxy was already peeping. Cheyenne shook her head, "this fox. . ."
As Cheyenne clicked around she couldn't find Ann, "where'd she run off to?" Cheyenne murmured. Ann had a habit of wandering around the pizzeria; she was still like a security guard, always wandering around after hours making sure no one came in. She also made sure the animatronics didn't hurt Cheyenne. It wasn't often, but there have been a few instances where Ann had to grab Foxy before he gave Cheyenne a heart attack.
Cheyenne gave a rare smile when she clicked on the kitchen, Ann's singing could be heard through the microphone,
"My hands are clean, not yet a killer. Ain't I a queen, and did you tell heeer. . ."
Cheyenne laughed, Ann always sang when she cooked. It was like a ritual for her.
Cheyenne glanced down at the monitor and saw Chica had disappeared off the stage, and Foxy was gone. Cheyenne leaned over and pressed the left side button while still clicking through the camera's. A loud bang came from the large metallic door, but Cheyenne didn't notice.
Where did she go? Chica had just been standing next to Bonnie just a second ago!
She was about to get up when she heard some loud banging coming from the kitchen; clicking on the camera, noises began coming from the speaker,
"Chica- no, please." Ann was begging with Chica about something. Chica's vice came over next, "Ann, what are you doing? Just move!"
Was Chica trying to come kill Cheyenne? Ann was probably blocking the way, preventing Chica from getting to her.
A loud bang rang over, "DAMMIT CHICA!" Ann shrieked.
"Ack! I'm so sorr-"
"YOU DUMPED THE WHOLE FUCKING BATCH!"
"Can't we still use it?" Rustling of metal began to make an entrance over the microphone. "See? All we have to do is scoop it up a-"
A loud groan came from Ann, "Chica noooooo, you can't reuse batter you've dropped."
Chica must've looked surprised, "wait. . . Chica you didn't. . ."
"I-I thought it was okay, so I put the batter I made for your birthday back into the pan and c-cooked it."
Cheyenne clicked onto another camera, she had tears running down her face, "oh my god, Michael ate it!"
Cheyenne closed the right door as well, she was laughing too hard to pay attention to the monitor. The power began dropping faster but she still had 67% and it was barely 2:30 am.
Cheyenne wiped her eyes and picked up her backpack, the zipper was open showing that inside she had a large black sketch book, a heavy duty flashlight, graphite pencils, a charger, book, keys, and a jacket.
She pulled out the sketch book and opened it, revealing the beautiful pictures she drew. On the front there was a girl hiding underneath a sheet, an angel, a hanging tree, and a sea monster.
Al of her pictures had such a realistic atmosphere to them, it felt like you could reach in and touch what she drew. Opening it to a blank page, Cheyenne began tapping the pencil to her lips, "what to draw, what to draw..." She never knew what she wanted to do. Sometimes it would take hours before the idea finally came to her; luckily, it didn't happen this time.
She gently placed the tip of the pencil to the page, and gave a soft flick, making a curved line appear. She continued doing this as the time ticked away along with the power.
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Cheyenne glanced up from her drawing to check the power, 2%.
She set the pencil down and got up, making the roller chair squeak. She walked over to the wall panel and flicked the switch that turned the generator on, she could hear a faint whirring as the machine did it's job.
She sat back down and continued her drawing, it was an outline of a face, but she hadn't decided who it belonged to yet. She began shading, and as the shades became more detailed, she saw a male begin to take form. She frowned, "hmm, let's see who I come up with..."
As she continued more and more began coming out, she gasped and was about to pick up her phone when suddenly the lights began flickering. Cheyenne froze, this wasn't supposed to happen, the battery was good for another tw-
FWOOM.
The lights went out. Cheyenne's eyes widened, "what the... Nonononono, this isn't right, what's wrong with the generator?!"
She quickly got up and went over to the switch, flicking it on and off, trying to get a change. As she continued she began to hear footsteps coming from the left hallway. Cheyenne froze when music began playing, slowly she looked up and saw the flashing eyes of Freddy Fazbear in the doorway. Cheyenne began flicking the switch harder, "this isn't happening," Cheyenne groaned.
She expected the lights to come back on, but they weren't. It was still pitch black, and Freddys song was going to be ending soon.
Cheyenne worriedly glanced down at her phone: 4:56 am.
I'm not going to be saved by the clock.
Cheyenne began beating on the panel screaming, "TURN ON, TURN ON, TURN ON!"
When she turned around the song disappeared along with Freddy's eyes. Cheyenne's breathing was getting heavier, "TURN ON!" She screamed again, this time slamming her fists harder into the panel.
The lights flickered on, showing Freddy in the doorway. Cheyenne quickly slammed the button, watching as the giant metal slab blocked him from touching her.
The other door was closed too as Cheyenne slumped down against the cold metal.
"Too close Jade, too close..."
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There were no other problems through the night, and the clock soon chimed, telling Cheyenne her night was over. She was slumped against the door still, but her hands weren't empty. In her clenched fists her Kershaw knife was out and ready for any danger. A couple knocks came from behind her, "Cheyenne? You okay?"
It was Ann,
Cheyenne took some deep breathes and tried to get up, but her legs failed her, sending her back onto her butt. She couldn't move, she never got scared. Never. But her body was trembling from her toes to her finger tips, making everything feel numb except her busy mind.
"What's wrong?" Bonnie asked. A couple other hurried footsteps came closer to the door,
"I don't know, Cheyenne won't open the door."
"Can't you just open it?" Asked Chica.
Foxy's gruff voice could be heard next, "The lights went out last night. She's probably scared in there."
No, she wasn't scared. The lights went out that's all. Why would she be scared of the dark?
You were going to die.
She shuddered. How could she be so reckless? Jade told her the power was low, why did she waste it so greedily?
~(^-^~) copy past here (~^-^)~
Cheyenne closed her knife an clipped it back inside her boot. What was she doing? She needed to get up and stop this nonsense, she wasn't scared.
She slid up the door and walked over to her bag, slipping her hand inside, she found a cold Dr Pepper can laying at the bottom. She snapped the top and took a drink, feeling the bubbles burn their way down her throat. She opened the door and looked at the animatronics with a blank expression, "what are you guys doing? Shouldn't you be getting ready?" She asked, acting nonchalant per usual.
Ann's face was filled with a worried expression as she looked at the girl, "what happened Cheyenne? You wouldn't open the door!"
Bonnie lightly hit Ann, "hey don't bring that up..."
Ann hit him back, "I'll bring up whatever the fuck I want," she turned back to the girl, waiting for an explanation.
Cheyenne put on an annoyed expression, rolling her eyes for more effect, "calm down, yes the lights went out, but as you can see-" she waved her hand above head, "-they're back on."
Foxy cocked his head to the side, "but why wouldn't ye open the door lass?"
Cheyenne gave a sheepish smile, "heh... I kinda fell asleep.. All of your guy's talking woke me up, so did the banging," she glared at Ann.
Chica giggled, "well ain't you as cool as a cucumber right now, good to know you're okay hon."
The chicken began walking towards the dining hall, "come on guys! I made a cake last night, you HAVE to taste it!"
The others seemed excited as they followed, leaving a green Ann and Cheyenne behind.
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It was 8:56 am before Jade and Michael showed up for their shift. The bells jingled, making everyone look up, "it's about time!" Ann teased. "Y'all are only 30 minutes late this time! New record!"
Jade smiled, "sorry, Michael wouldn't get up."
Michael nervously rubbed the back of his neck, "hehe, I had a rough night because of Jade."
This made Chica curious as she ate her cake, "oh? What happened hon?"
Michael shot a look at Jade, then to Cheyenne, "Oh y'know... Jade and how much he wants Cheye-" Michael was cut off as Jade slapped a hand over his mouth with a loud smack.
Jade leaned in close to his brothers ear and whispered something harsh sounding.
Ann held up a paw to her ear smiling, "what's that Jade? Telling your brother to shut the fuck up? I see, how gentlemanly of you."
Cheyenne's face went a little pink as she began gathering her stuff,
"Hey, where are you going?" Freddy asked, looking up from his sheet music.
Cheyenne blushed harder from the attention being put on her, "I'm g-going home. I need to sleep," and began walking to the doors.
Ann clicked her tongue (I guess metal since they didn't have tongues), "look what you did Jade, making a lady uncomfortable, how very-"
"Gentlemanly of me I get if fur-ball," he snapped, running after Cheyenne.
Cheyenne was taking her keys out of her bag when he heard fast approaching footsteps behind her. Looking behind she saw it was Jade, "what do you want?" She asked, she wasn't in the mood for this, her eyelids were beginning to droop from exhaustion.
He stopped when he was standing in front of her, "Sorry about that," he said while jabbing a thumb over his shoulder. "My brother can be... Blunt I suppose."
Cheyenne raised an eyebrow, "so you were talking about me?"
Jade's ears began to turn pink, "n-not necessarily..." He sighed when she gave him a hard look.
"Okay, yes. I was talking his ear off about you last night."
Cheyenne nodded and unlocked her car, climbing into the drivers side.
"Wait, Cheyenne!" He said, grabbing her hand. She glanced down and felt her cheeks heat up, she jerked her hand away and looked up at him with a confused expression, "what?" She asked, hoping her voice wouldn't break.
He gave a small smile, "will you answer me? About going to the movies with me tonight?"
Cheyenne felt the blush creep up to her ears, why the hell...
"Y-yeah, that's fine. I'll go..."
Jade gave a huge smile, "cool, you still live at the same address you gave me a while back?"
Cheyenne gave a tight nod.
"See you tonight!" He began walking back to the pizzeria, but his steps had a light bounce to them this time.
Cheyenne closed the door and locked it; she pressed her head against the wheel and let out a loud groan, dragging it on for what seemed like forever.
"What am I doing?! I can't go on a date wth him! I hate him!"
No you don't, said a thought. She had always felt a pull towards this boy since he first made a stupid pick up line on her. Those feelings were growing, she could usually feel her ears heat up when he was around, making her seem grumpy when she stalked away from him.
She raised her head from the leather wheel with a stupid little smile on her face, "this is so ridiculous," she murmured.
Yet here she was, going on a date with a hella cute guy that made her smile.
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