I actually managed to sleep. Six hours was better than none. I laid in bed, staring up at the ceiling lost in thought. "Freddy, Chica, and Pirate Cove Man- er, Foxy," I rolled my eyes at myself," I'll never be able to break that habit. Anyways, they're bad. But I guess... Bonnie is okay?"

  Gah this was so confusing, there was so much I didn't understand. I wanted to know so much. Why did he try to kill me? Why are they all trying to kill me? Why is Bonnie so freaked out over "the Bite"? I rolled over in bed and groaned into my pillow, I just wanted to understand.

  I grabbed my phone, I worked a 7 to 11 shift today, and the time across my screen read "6:03". I had to get ready, which I really didn't want to do. I dug through my closet until I found my uniform hanging up, thank you mom.

~

  "What may I get you?" I asked the small family. A mother, her two blonde headed sons around eight and twelve, and a brown haired daughter around five.

  "A large pepperoni-"

  "But,I don't like Pepperoni!"

  "Just pick it off," she hissed to the boy before she looked back up at me," a water, two Cokes, and a Mountain Dew." I scribbled the order in my notebook, assured them that their food would be out soon, and started to make my way to the kitchen. I heard the whir of mechanical parts, the goofy voice of Freddy's, and I knew the show was starting.

   I tried to tune it out, I had a job to do. But once I had put the paper up so the cooks (well, cook since we could only afford one) could make the order and the drinks were delivered, I had nothing else to do. I turned to the stage, I watched as the animatronics did their normal 8 o' clock skit, and soon they busted into song.

  After they finished the song, they would tell the kids and adults goodnight, because it was the last show before they "go to sleep" until tomorrow. Which I knew wasn't true, because I was the one that had to stay at night when they were "asleep".

  "Order up!" Knocked me out of my thoughts, and I turned to the cook. He flashed me a crooked smile, which I tried to return but I knew it looked awkward, and I grabbed the pizza. I delivered it to the family, the boy acted like he would throw up and the mother scolded him. I refilled the two Cokes and I went to go sit down.

  Four more hours until my security job started. I sighed, despite almost dying three times, I think I liked that job more than this one.

~

Ring! Ring! Ring!

"Hello, hello? Hey! Hey, wow, day 4. I knew you could do it.

I rolled my eyes, "thanks."

Uh, hey, listen, I may not be around to send you a message tomorrow.

I jumped as a banging sound was heard, I noticed it was coming from the recording, and not from my end.

It's-It's been a bad night here for me. Um, I-I'm kinda glad that I recorded my messages for you-

Mr. Phone-guy cleared his throat, in a bit of a nervous way.

-uh, when I did. Uh, hey, do me a favor.

More banging noises came from the message.

Maybe sometime, uh, you could check inside those suits in the back room?

More banging, I looked at the phone nervously. "M-maybe I will..."

I'm gonna to try to hold out until someone checks. Maybe it won't be so bad.

Bang, bang, the same horrible and terrifying noise.

Uh, I-I-I-I always wondered what was in all those empty heads back there.

A little tune began to play, it was cheerful, but at the same time rung out in despair.

You know...

A soft, horrifying moan came from the recording, it sent shivers up my spine.

oh, no -

Some weird noises and static followed, I just sat there. "Mr. Phone-Guy died?!" I exclaimed, staring at the phone, expecting it to spring back to life with another message, saying 'phyche! I'm still fine' but it continued to remain silent. "He actually..." I couldn't get myself to say the words.

  The thought that I heard an actual death made me sick to my stomach. I thought I would throw up.

  "Aye, h-he d-di-did l-la-lass- die - lassie... A-an-and y-ye b- be j-jo- choked to death - joining h-hi-him s-so-soon-soon." A familiar glitching voice rang out. It had the words of a pirate, but the tone of a broken machine trying its best to not get stuck in a loop.

  I jumped out of my chair and spun around to see the robotic fox. His appearance was just as torn up as his voice, gashes in his chest, his metal shell missing and revealing an endoskeleton in many places. He flipped his eyepatch up, barring his blood stained teeth at me in a sadistic way.

  I felt a fear wash over me, a sheer panic that caused me to start to hyperventilate. "Pl-please don't shove me in a suit! I'm a human!" I gasped out, trying to back away from the growling Fox.

  "I d-do-don't do th-a-a-at l-la-lassie," he said, I felt a sudden wave of relief. As if I would be spared and I was going to survive this encounter, but then the pirate laughed and pushed me against the wall. "I-i ki-ki-kill m-mo-more p-pai-pain-painfully," he laughed, my fear came back.

  He grabbed both my hands in a single swoop, using his grip to pull me forewords and slam me against the wall again. He was so much taller than me, and his height allowed him to hold my hands higher than they should go. I had to force myself on the tips of my toes just to keep my arms from being pulled from the sockets.

  "I d-dr-dra-drag me h-ho-hook f-fr-from t-the-the g-gut t-to t-th-the f-first r-ri-rib I f-fi-find," he growled into my ear, his body close to mine. He stabbed his hook through the front of my shirt, tearing it to shreds. I wanted to leave again. To close my eyes and wake up in bed.

  I felt exposed. Vulnerable in more ways than one. The cold air from the office hit my bare skin and I whimpered, but what really scared me was how Foxy showed me his gleaming hook. He put it in front of my face, dragging it softly against my jawline. It was so sharp.

  He pressed it into my lower belly, right above the waistline of my jeans. I felt a pain and I gasped, I closed my eyes. "Please, please, please-," he pressed harder and I screamed," please! Please stop! Stop!" Stop it!" My voice shook as I begged him to not touch me, I closed my eyes tightly and I started to cry. "P-pl-please-please," I sobbed, my voice wouldn't stay together for me to form a sentence," I don't want it, I don't. Stop it. I don't want this."

  "I th-i-i-ink y-ye do, l-la-lass," he laughed in my face," wh-who doe-doesn't w-wa-want to j-oi-oi-n me c-c-kill-crew?" He smiled at me, his glowing amber eyes peered into my soul. I wanted to close my eyes again.

I want to close my eyes again! Candy stop looking! Look away! Look away! Stop!

  I started to cry silent tears as he started to slowly move his hook up my stomach. Not too deep. He wanted me to be in pain, not die... yet.