Harley arrived at work at 11:55. He closed the door and went to the office as the phone rang.
"Hello, hello? Hey! Hey, wow, day 4. I knew you could do it. Uh, hey, listen, I may not be around to send you a message tomorrow. It's-It's been a bad night here for me. Um, I-I'm kinda glad that I recorded my messages for you, uh, when I did.".
Recorded messages?
"Uh, hey, do me a favor. Maybe, sometime, uh, you could check inside those suits in the back room? I'm gonna to try to hold out until someone checks. Maybe it won't be so bad. Uh, I-I-I-I always wondered what was in all those empty heads back there. You know... oh no…"
Then a scream of agony rang out of the phone, then silence.
The silence was more terrifying than the scream.
Harley put down the phone and knew he was alone from here on out.
It's me…
"Who is it?"
Nothing.
Oh.
Help us…
Harley jumped slightly.
We're trapped…
Help…
"I'll try.".
Harley searched for the mask.
He left it at home.
Then Rocky appeared in the right hall. Zuma appeared in the left hall. Harley shut both doors.
The battery read 60%. The time was 1:55.
At 4:55, Harley was tired and his eye's hurt, but he survived this long.
The battery was 30%. Better than the last three nights.
Then he saw newspaper articles where the rules were stated on the cameras. They were related to Ratchet Entertainment.
Before he had time to look at them, Zuma appeared in the left hall again. Harley slammed his paws on the button and shut the door.
It was 5:07, and Harley made it through the night.
At 6:00, he walked out the door.