'THE HELL DO YOU MEAN GO LIMP? HOW THE HELL WILL THAT HELP?' Ethan yelled at the top of his lungs at the phone call. He turned to the left door, turning on the light.
Bonnie stood there smiling.
'SON OF A-' Ethan screamed as he slammed the door shut. 'PISS OFF!' Ethan looked over at the clock on the desk, fuming. 'And it's only twelve fifteen.' He slammed his fist on the door. 'Christ, you guys are getting aggressive.' After checking the hallway again, he opened the door to try and conserve power.
Rubbing his temples, Ethan sighed. The phone call had basically said that if, and that was a big if, the animatronics somehow managed to get into the office, going limp would apparently make his chances of survival much better.
Ethan highly doubted the validity of the advice. If anything, going limp sounded like a death sentence.
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Bonnie couldn't help but chuckle to himself. Clearly, the night guard was not expecting him. Bonnie loved the reaction. Foxy laughed as Bonnie walked back to the supply closet, peeking his head out of the Cove.
'Got him good, didn't you, laddie?' Foxy's deep growl of a voice traveled well, but not enough to where the guard would hear it.
Bonnie laughed in response. 'You know it, Foxy. If anyone can scare a guard, it's this bunny.'
Foxy deep growling laughter boomed out. 'Come now, Bonnie, don't give yerself all the credit.'
Bonnie shrugged as he ducked into the supply closet once again.
Foxy laughed again as he eyed the camera observing his area. 'Let's see you best this, Bon Bon.'
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Ethan growled as he turned on the Pirates Cove camera. 'Oh no you don't, you pirate piece of crap.' Quickly slamming the door shut, Ethan laughed heartily as Foxy knocked on the door. 'Go away, you're not welcome!' Ethan couldn't help himself. If these animatronics were trying to kill him, they were doing a terrible job of it.
Heavy steps emanated from the right hallway.
Chica stood there, mouth agape, staring at Ethan.
'Sweet Christ!' The door slammed, and Ethan swore. 'KFC value meal.' He muttered under his breath, checking to see if Bonnie had left yet. After a few minutes, Chica finally left.
Then, Foxy decided to make another run down the hall at Ethan.
Ethan panicked. 'CHRIST!' Barely, just barely, did Ethan get the door closed before Foxy slammed his fist into the door. Ethan was hyperventilating, he noticed. 'Piss off, you oversized Captain Jack Sparrow fursona!' Ethan slumped into his chair. 'Jesus.' That was too close. Way to close.
'What the hell set you guys off like this?' Ethan mumbled.
1 AM, 90% power
After the initial blitz of animatronics the first hour of his shift, Ethan got a slight breather. Trying to use his time wisely, Ethan started to write down a few patterns he had noticed. Chica, for one, was super easy to hear and locate, usually in the kitchen or stomping her way down the right hallway.
Bonnie, a lot more quiet and sneaky. Liked to hang out in the supply closet, for some reason. Left hallway was his preferred direction of attack. Foxy was really, really fast, but easy to keep track of. SImply enough list. That only left…
Freddy Fazbear. The literal face and name of the restaurant. What Ethan found interesting was that he hadn't moved at all the past two nights. Perhaps he was the slowest of the bunch.
Speaking of which, Ethan hadn't checked the camera's recently. After opening the laptop, he was greeted to the newest nightmare that Freddy's had to offer.
Freddy Fazbear was gone from the main stage.
'Ah hell.'
1:30, 87% power
Freddy laughed, the low boom of his voice echoing easily through the restaurant. The Hunt was on once again. This new night guard was… an odd case, at least at first. Bonnie had said as much.
Freddy could really care less, though. All he wanted was this guard dead and for Fazbear Entertainment to get the goddamn message.
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Ethan was now scared. Not scared in the "Oh god there are mascots trying to kill me," more so in the sense of "Oh god, there are now four of these things and two of them have already come close."
Freddy was surely going to make it all worse, no doubt, but how would he go about it? That was the real question here.
Ethan checked both of the office doors before doing his routine camera cycle. After going through the supply closet and Pirate's Cove to make sure Bonnie and Foxy were still there, he accessed the dining room camera and smirked, his more cocky nature taking back over.
'There you are, you sneaky thing.'
Freddy Fazbear, hidden in the dark shadows of the dining area, stared directly into the area's camera.
Ethan sighed and chuckled. 'How do you plan on making my night hell, I wonder? Hunting, stalking, then torn asunder?'
Ethan closed the laptop, leaning back in his office chair. A new development. This was going to be fun.
2:00, 80% power
They had started again. The animatronic blitz.
First, Bonnie made a run at the door, quickly followed by Foxy and his insanely fast sprinting speed. The double whammy was perfectly timed; Ethan shut the door on Bonnie, opened it to conserve power, then Foxy made his attack, forcing Ethan to act reactively in response.
Chica made an attempt at Ethan, though slowly and clunky. Easy to take care of, but still an active threat.
For about an hour, this was the hell that Ethan had to survive, with the animatronics giving him little rest and constantly randomizing their attacks. They gave him no respite.
3:00, 40% power
Ethan was sweating bullets after the assault the Gang staged. They came from everywhere, it seemed. Except for Freddy. He was hiding in some dark corner, reserving himself for something. Ethan didn't want to know.
'Christ, you guys drained forty percent of my power in an hour? Jesus, that's ridiculous.'
At this rate, Ethan would be dead by the end of tomorrow.
Unless. Ethan had an idea. A devious, despicable idea. And a bad one. A really bad idea.
4:30, 30% power
The next hour and a half was relatively peaceful, with Bonnie staying in the supply closet and Foxy only making two runs at the office. Nothing Ethan couldn't handle, albeit with some slight panic.
Ethan was getting really confused by the animatronics patterns. Full blown frontal assault, then dead silence, then blitzkrieg, then peace. What was the reason for it?
Ethan had no idea.
5:00, 25% percent power
'Son of a mother - where did you GO?' Ethan frantically scrolled through the CCTV, unable to find Bonnie in the restaurant. He wasn't in any of his usual hiding spots, oddly enough. Ethan swore loudly, grabbing a flashlight and then hitting the door light button, his heart racing.
Nothing.
Ethan growled. 'Toying with me are you now? Well guess what? Not buying it.' He shone his light down the hallway. Still nothing.
'Alright, you purple jerk, show yourself.'
A heavy step echoed down the hallway. Ethan's eyes widened. Another one. That wasn't coming from down the hallway.
It was behind him.
Ethan ducked as a hand swiped for his head. The teen collapsed to the floor, falling into the hallway as he hit the floor. Ethan quickly got to his feet, though he was immediately hit in the chest and thrown back about ten feet, the wind knocked out of him.
'Christ.' Ethan clutched his chest, rolling onto his side to his stomach. He heard more footsteps behind him. Reminded of the impending doom behind him, Ethan once again got to his feet and turned around.
That wasn't Bonnie. No, that was even worse.
Freddy Fazbear himself.
Ethan's neurons started to go haywire, considering everything the situation was presenting. He couldn't make it back into the office, and even if he was lucky, he'd probably suffer another cracked rib.
Suddenly, Ethan's chest flared in pain. Great. Add on an injury to his already deadly job. Just what he needed.
Freddy was now in arms reach of Ethan. Panic set in and Ethan instinctively rolled over his shoulders, back onto his feet, and turned around, taking his chances running in the dark restaurant. It was better than nothing. At least he could try to hide.
Try to.