He plunged his hook through the door, and I tried quietly stepped down. I slid under the wall into the stall next to mine. He ripped the door off it's hinges, and he let out a dissatisfied growl.

"Foxy! G-go! I don't want you to get in trouble! She isn't in here," Chica almost pleaded with him.

"Sh-she's 'e-ere. I c-an s-sm-ell 'er," Foxy said, chuckling," C-come out, c-kill-co-come o-out, w-wh-where-where e-ev-gut-ever ye a-are lassie." He said as he walked out of the stall and down the line of them. He banged on the stall door on the other side of mine, it flew off it's hinges and fell to the floor.

"Foxy! Fr-Freddy is going to be soooo p-pissed if he sees you," Chica pleaded, Foxy stopped in his tracks.

"F-fine," he snarled," but t-th-the l-lass-lassie will jo-join me crew. A-and if s-sh-she s-scr-screws up, s-she-she'll be f-for-forced to wa- gut the pig- wa-walk thee p-pl-plan-plank." I watched his feet as he walked out of the room, the metallic tapping fueled my fear.

I heard a sigh, followed by a Chica mumbling, "he's hearing things again.." her steps echoed out of the bathroom, and I let out a sigh. Gasping for air after holding my breath. I started hyperventilating, I ran my hands through my short hair and closed my eyes.

Okay Candy, this is okay. I just need to make it through this a couple more times and I will never have to come back.

"Just... a few more times..." I muttered to myself, I tried to step down, my legs wobbled and I fell against the wall. I took a few deep breaths before I tried to stand again. I unlocked the door and looked around the bathroom to see it was empty. I slowly crept out of the room, I tried to keep a watch out for any animatronics, but as soon as I saw the hallway was empty, I made a run for it.

I slid into the office, falling to the ground and hissing in pain. I closed both of the doors and sat under the desk. I closed my eyes and covered my face with my hands. I wanted the night to end as soon as possible. I rocked back and forth, mumbling to myself that I'd be okay. It would work out. I only had to do this a few more times.

~

  "Well, that's the last table," I sighed to myself as I finished cleaning. I put my backpack down on a nearby table and began to dig through it. I pulled out my uniform and wandered into the bathroom to change. I washed my face with water, the night had yet to begin and I was already tired of it.

  This job had ruined me, I can't sleep at night. I can't be in the dark. I spend hours and hours on end tossing and turning in bed, hoping this place will burn down in the middle of the day and I will never have to return or see it again. I stared at my reflections' tired eyes, the purple bags under them made me look so old. I felt so stressed out by this job, and it's only my third day working here.

  I sighed as I walked back into the main room, I wanted to grab my bag and hurry into the office before midnight struck. I sped into the room to find my bag wasn't sitting on the table. Actually, it wasn't anywhere in sight. I started to slightly panic, and I turned to the stage to see Bonnie. He held my bag by the straps, a smile on his face.

  "You need to keep a close eye on your time," he smirked, I backpedaled a bit. The words refused to escape my mouth, I didn't even know what I wanted to say. I wanted my bag back. It had all the stuff I needed in it, and I don't know what I'd do if any of it got destroyed. Bonnie smirked, and I could see as Chica and Freddy began to move towards me.

  I took off down the hall before I landed in the office chair and began to check my cameras. I could see the animatronics heading this way, and I panicked. My inefiate instinct was to hide, so I ducked under my desk and pulled the chair in so they couldn't see me. Bonnie entered the room, and he just stood there. After a couple of minutes. There was a screech and a familiar pirate charged in.

"W-wa-wait... W-wh-whe-where i-is the l-la-kill-lass?" He asked, there was only the sound of motors rotating before Bonnie began to speak.

"I came in here and she was gone," Bonnie mumbled, I heard a dissatisfied growl in response. I tried my best to not whimper by covering my mouth with my hands.

"S-sh-she's a s-sm-smar-smart lass. Sh-she c-ca-killed-can hide," Foxy growled in response, I watched his feet as they disappeared out of sight. The clank they made as they hit the floor got farther and farther away, and I assumed he went back to the cove. Bonnie's feet stayed in place. I didn't understand why he was just standing there and not looking for me.

  I scooted against the wall, but it was so cramped under the desk. I didn't want to spend the next six hours here. I sat for an eternity, just staring at the rabbit's robotic feet. I felt an odd sensation spread through my face, and before I knew it or could stop it-

Achoo!

I froze, Bonnie turned to the desk. He pulled the chair out and reached under for my leg. I started to cry. "D-don't- please," I sobbed, he just smiled at me, tightening his grip on my leg.

Candy think of something fast!

"Y-you can't do this to me!" I cried out, he chuckled.

"And why not..?" He asked, waiting or my response. There was this look in his eye of pure sadistic pleasure. I wondered for a second if he liked watching me beg for my life.

"B-because... because you were my idol!" I lied, but I was terrified," I was so little and I looked up to you. You can't do this to one of your fans!" I sniffled the entire time, my voice shaky, I was so scared. "I was a child and I loved you. I'm still a child! I'm barely sixteen! Please, please I had so much to live for. I'm so young!" I begged, and I was surprised to see him stop. He genuinely froze and stared at me as if I had changed his world.

  Did this.. did it.. work? I trembled, shaking uncontrollably as he stared at me. There was a mixture of confusion running across his face, as if he had so many thoughts running through his head. I had no idea a robot could show so much emotion.

  He let go of my leg, and I scrambled to sit up. "You're a child.." he said, I hated actually being called that, but I was so scared that I just nodded my head. I wanted him to leave. I wanted to live. I was tired of almost dying every single night. I was so tired of worrying for my life.

I'd let Bonnie call me the most insulting thing in the world if it meant I would live. He seemed s deep in thought, before he grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the office. He rushed me into the backroom, and I was torn between relief or fear. I wasn't inside his head and I had no idea why we was doing this. I was scared, and I wanted to feel secure for once at this job.

  Bonnie pushed me down and I flopped to the floor. The concrete below me was cold, and I could feel it through my pants and against my hands.

"Stay here, don't make any noise, don't leave. Not until I say so," and he turned to leave the room. I was so confused, why would that work? How would me lying and saying I was a child work? Why was it so important that I was a child? I didn't understand, it didn't make any sense. I wanted to ask, but I didn't want to actually hear the answer.

I was too busy focusing on the fact that Bonnie was trying to save me. He genuinely was trying to keep me safe, and I didn't know if that was scarier than him trying to kill me or not. I hugged my knees to my chest, wanting this night to end as quickly as possible.