This is the last night, Harley thought. His last shift at Rocky Ratchet's Pizza. One more night, then he would be free.
He entered the office at 11:57. The phone didn't ring.
Right, no more calls.
12:00, and All the animatronics were off the stage.
Zuma appeared in the left hall, and Harley shut the door.
99%.
98%.
97%.
96%.
95%. And Zuma was gone.
94%. Skye appeared in the right hall. Harley shut the door.
93%.
92%.
91%.
90%. Skye left.
Marshall was headed toward him. He shut the door.
80%. Tap
70%. Tap
60%. Tap. Marshall left.
Zuma and Skye both appeared in each hall.
58%.
56%.
54%.
52%.
50%. They left.
It's me…
Rocky appeared in the right hall. Harley shut the door.
49%.
48%. Marshall came back.
37%. Tap.
26%. Tap.
15%. Tap.
14%. Rocky still didn't leave.
Help us…
13%.
12%.
11%.
10%. Zuma, Marshall, and Skye came back, and Rocky didn't leave.
We're trapped…
Then the golden Rocky appeared in the left hall.
9%.
8%.
7%. Is this it?
6%. Is this how I die?
5%. By animatronic singers?
4%. Shoving me into a suit?
3%. It was only 12:05.
2%.
1%.
0%. The lights, electronics, and doors shut down.
The animatronics charged at Harley. They were dragging him into parts and storage, where the suit await.
Suffer for your deeds…
Harley was being shoved into the suit.
You killed us…
Harley's muffled screams echoed through the empty pizzeria as the animatronics forced him deeper into the suit. He could feel the wires and crossbeams pressing against his skin, threatening to pierce through at any moment.
You put us in these suits…
The pressure increased. Harley's vision blurred as tears streamed down his face.
You must pay…
Harley was almost dead, and the last thing he heard was…
It's me…
6:00. The workers found a stuffed Rocky suit. They sanitized the premise thoroughly, and discarded the suit, which had Harley Schmidt's body inside.
I hope you enjoyed this book. Let me know if you want more of Five Nights at Rocky's
-Prince Moon