*ring, ring*

Sinakumi: "Ah! The phone!"

Sinakumi dived for the phone that had been ringing. ('wondering what's new, what have I missed while I was offline?~' XD) She slammed it onto her ear, hearing a totally different voice from the one before, at 12:00 A.M.

???: "Ah! Are you the new night guard?"

Sinakumi: "Uh, who is this?"

???: "Oh, did I get the wrong number? My bad!"

Sinakumi: "No, hold up! Hold up! Me and my friend are the night guards of Five-I mean, Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. Is that who you're looking for?"

Sailor grinned widely at Sinakumi mouthing at her; 'The night guards of Five Nights at Freddy's!' Sinakumi hits her, while she tries to stifle her laughter.

???: "Oh, there are TWO of you, is there? Well, that's nice to know. My name is Vincent. Part of the organization."

Sinakumi: "Oh, hello, Mr. Vincent, sir! My name is Sinakumi Author, and this is my friend!"

Sinakumi shoves the phone to Sailor who blankly takes it for a moment before saying;

Sailor: "Uh, I'm Sailor Pisces."

She cranks up the volume of the phone so they can both here Vincent speaking to them. Both eager to hear instructions that were never mentioned in the game.

Vincent: "Sinakumi Author and Sailor Pisces...very nice. You both can call me Vincent. I will be calling you when your shift ends, just for safety precautions."

Sailor: "Like killer animatronics."

Sailor mutters in Sinakumi's ear. Sinakumi puts a finger to her lips to shush her.

Vincent: "According to the given files of you girls...you were both from Shippensburg, Pennsylvania, graduated from college..."

Sailor: "How the heck does he know that?!"

Sinakumi: "I don't know!"

They whisper to each other...shockingly hearing Vincent reading off their real life information.

Vincent: "Oh-ho...though, one of you girls was not originally born there...Sinakumi Author, perhaps? It's not written here, but I am just guessing."

Sinakumi: "Y-yes, Mr.-I mean...Vincent...I'm...we...I met Sailor in college and..."

Sinakumi fell silent...Vincent read on, like he hadn't even heard her.

Vincent: "So! I guess welcome to Utah! Hope you girls love it here and love this job! Currently you girls are living at an apartment at this certain address..."

Vincent reads off the address, and the girls listen, memorizing it. They were going to this address and settle down before the next night.

Vincent: "Oh, love your car, Ms. Pisces, but the car you have in the parking lot is entirely different. Though what confuses me is that the license plate is the same...didn't you have a Chevy truck, Ms. Pisces?"

Sailor: "...Yeah?"

Vincent: "Why do you have a Ferrari?"

Sinakumi/Sailor: "...?!?!?!"

The two nearly fall to the ground, and nearly drop the phone. They steadied themselves and return to the phone.

Sailor: "Did...you...just...say...FERRARI...?!"

Vincent: "I did, didn't I?"

Sinakumi: "No freaking way!"

Vincent: "Okay then...you two please exit through the west hallway and past the animatronics. Please don't touch the animatronics when you past. Have a good morning, and can't wait for you girls to come back for another day."

*beep*

Sinakumi: "...Sailor? Can I ask you two things?"

Sailor: "Go for it."

Sinakumi: "Where did you get the Ferrari from?"

Sailor: "Where did I-?! Ugh, Sinakumi, you should know that I have no idea, and that this is just a freak show we're living live, right now."

Sinakumi: "Okay, then...can I hold your arm?"

Sailor: "...Why?"

*****

The two girls were safe inside the stylish and pretty EXPENSIVE Ferrari, with Sinakumi having a tight vice-grip on Sailor's arm.

Sailor: "Y-you can let go now...we're way past the animatronics..."

Sinakumi: "How come you're not scared of them...?"

Sailor: "That's the thing..."

Sailor revved the engine and started up the car. Then she turned for the driveway to exit.

Sailor: "...I am."

They drove to the address they had memorized from Vincent and was met with a pretty modern looking apartment. The went inside and confronted with the desk clerk. It sort of reminded them of a hotel, rather than an apartment.

Clerk: "May I help you?"

Sailor: "Uh, yeah. My name is Sailor Pisces and this is my friend-"

Clerk: "Oh, you're Sailor and Sinakumi. We've been expecting you. Here are your keys. Have a wonderful week's stay."

Sailor cautiously takes the keys from the smiling clerk and read the number tag.

Sailor: "...Fifth floor, room 1987..."

Clerk: "A lot of rooms and floors, I know. We get that a lot. The elevators are here on your right. Again, have a wonderful stay."

Sailor guides slightly frozen Sinakumi into the elevator where she punched the number '5'. They stood in silence for a few moments.

Sinakumi: "Fifth floor...sure. Room 1987...NO."

Sailor: "Yeah, I've never heard of an apartment building with more than at least 500 rooms. But this one, rounded, has almost 2000 rooms. Just with ours, 13 rooms off."

Sinakumi: "Yeah..."

They reach the fifth floor and searched for their room. Inside was warm and welcoming, despite the floor and room number. There were three rooms, a bathroom, a kitchen, and a living room. Plus, there was a balcony in the living room. This, they thought, was a pretty good sized house, and it was appropriately decorated with multiple colors, furniture and there was even food in the fridge and cupboards ready to go. Like the clerk said, they had been waiting, or more like expecting, them.

Sailor: "This. Is. AWESOME."

Sinakumi: "No. Freaking. DUH."

They explored around the house a bit. Sinakumi immediately yelled that the room in the far end of the single hallway was locked.

Sailor: "Huh, and we don't have an extra key...maybe it'll turn up somewhere."

Sinakumi: "Right...say, have you picked your room yet?"

Sailor: "Yeah, the one at the end of the hallway. So you're living in between me and the locked room."

Sinakumi: "Isn't it weird that the bathroom has one side of the hallway all to itself?"

Sailor: "...Nah."

They found out that they didn't need to unpack and that everything was there and ready to be used. They walked out of the hallway and turned left, which their feet hit the tiles of the kitchen floor. Sailor found some cereal and began to eat that, but then immediately regretted it, chocking on her Fruit Loops, when she saw Sinakumi munching happily on apple pie. But to make up for it, Sinakumi found a biscuit dipped in frosting treat called Pocky and gave it to Sailor. Pocky was Sailor's favorite. After breakfast, the two decided to go look around.

Sailor: "I really hope they got even money here somewhere...hey, look here!"

In the corner of the living room sat a small safe. They needed a seven digit number. There was no note anywhere.

Sinakumi: "...Maybe it wants a date?"

Sailor: "Yeah...it's sort of set up like that..."

Sinakumi: "Can I try?"

Sailor: "If you're gonna do 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, don't..."

Sinakumi crouched over and typed in; 5...5...19...87...5/5/1987. Sinakumi's birthdate. Born May 5, year 1987...29 years old. (book made in 2016) To Sailor and Sinakumi's surprise, the safe clicked open and wads of cash was inside. It was like seeing those piles of bills stacked on top of each other  inside bank safes, in the movies. The safe was packed with them.

Sailor: "My. Freaking. Gosh. WE'RE FREAKING RICH!!!"

Sinakumi: "Was this...? Some thief's pit stop or something, and accidently left the money here?"

Sailor: "Dunno, but we're gosh dang lucky that they DID! Hey, what did you type in there?"

Sailor was scooping the money out of the safe counting all the wads. Sinakumi hesitated, then said...

Sinakumi: "...Uh...my birth...date..."

Sailor: "Your birthdate? Like May 5th, 19...8...7....oh."

Sailor's hands stopped moving. They we're both thinking the same thing...this Five Nights at Freddy's thing was starting to get to them. They tried hard to just shrug it off and took at least 100 dollars each, then made an effort to cram the rest back into the safe. The shut it, locking up, picked up the car keys and headed out.

*****

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Freddy/Bonnie/Chica: "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you! Happy birthday...happy birthday. Happy birthday to you!"

The little child was jumping up and down at our cube-like robotic figures. It's so stiff and uncomfortable being like this. Being a human is practically freedom from these suits. But I guess, our souls have to bear with this. The program shoves us to sing the 'Happy Birthday' song in our uncharacteristically high, metallic voices. Voices that some now-5-year-old would enjoy...along with his hundred-or-so friends.

Freddy: "Now...let's sing another song!"

How about, LET'S. NOT. After one cheesy song after another, we get to move off the stage and stiffly walk around the pizzeria. It's not the best feeling, but it's better than standing arrows with bobbing jaws and moving torso, when the legs are like frozen in one position.

Child: "Freddy! Freddy!"

Child's Mother: "Now, let go off Freddy's leg. He's not yours to play with."

Child: "But it's my BIRTHDAY!"

I stood still trying to look down at the now crying child. He looks back up at me and smiles widely, forgetting his tears. I remember doing this...once. But that was a long time ago, and doesn't matter now. I hear the door open and see two unfamiliar women walk into the pizzeria.

Teal Haired Woman: "Are you sure you want to come here now? We're gonna be here tonight for night watch..."

Black Haired Woman: "Well, I never got to see the stage up close. Oh, look! The animatronics are...walking off stage...!"

Teal Haired Woman: "Yeah...like you've never seen them off stage before..."

Black Hair Woman: "I was more concentrated on the fact that they're moving, thank you very much."

'Night watch'? 'Never got to see the stage up close'? 'Like you've never seen them off stage...'? 'concentrated on the fact that they're moving'? Are these women the...

Chica: 'Freddy...that's them.'

Foxy: 'Who's who? I can't see them you know...'

Bonnie: 'The night guards.'

Not knowing why I said this...no program made me do this, I call out to them.

Freddy: "Welcome to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza!"

For some reason I felt like when I was a teenager, making a first impression on a girl and miserably failed. The two night guards look at me with surprise...and a hint of fear.

Bonnie: 'What are you doing!?'

Freddy: 'I-I don't know...I don't know why I did that...'

Foxy: 'I don't think we're exactly programmed to call out to newcomers in the middle of a birthday party...'

Freddy: 'Like I said I don't know why I did that...'

A waiter ushers the night guards over at a table somewhat near the stage. The teal haired night guard would not take her eyes off me. The black haired night guard would not take her eyes off of Bonnie and Chica. Suddenly the teal haired night guard's eyes pulled toward the starry, purple curtain of Pirate Cove. Then she bolted up and grabbed the black haired night guard by the wrist and shakily stuttered...

Teal Haired Woman: "W-we...have to g-get out of here...!"

Leaving the waiter and us in a short daze, the night guards dash out the door. Just when that happens, the entire pizzeria blinks out. And we...shut down.