I ran down the hallway with all my energy, shining my light in front of me on the way. I managed to slow myself down a tad to turn right and into the main area. I could see the front doors perfectly. This was it! This was my chance to get out of here for good!

I dashed through the room, avoiding the many tables on the way. I turned and saw the Show Stage was completely empty. No surprise there at all. I then kept running as I saw the doors get closer and closer.

Finally, I was right in front of them. There was no time to lose; I grabbed the handle and pulled. I got very confused; it didn't open! I pulled it again. Nothing. I then tried pushing it, just in case. It still didn't open!!

What the hell was going on?? Why are the doors locked?!?! They were unlocked when I got in here!!!

I then looked down at my watch. 5:49 am. I just need to survive 11 more minutes in here and I'll be done!

I turned around and shone my flashlight in the main area. Nothing in sight. That was good...for now. I then shone it towards the Game Area. That, on the other hand, contained Mangle hanging from the wall and Toy Freddy near the carousel. Neither were looking at me, so that was good.

I then tiptoed back towards the hallway. I then looked down the hall towards the office. In the hallway was the silhouette of Foxy. In the office itself was Old Chica in front of the desk, seeming to look around the room. Well, going back to the office was out of the question. Where's a different place the animatronics wouldn't think to find me?

I then looked to my right and got my answer: the bathrooms! The animatronics are too tall to get through these doors; there's no way they'll get in and get me!

I then turned towards the bathroom doors and slowly walked into the men's room. It was completely dark, but it was nothing a flashlight couldn't fix! I found a stall and quickly walked into it and locked the door. I then sat on the toilet lid and sat completely still.

I looked at my watch again. 5:52. This was going to be a long 8 minutes. Hopefully it'll be safe, though.

I sat for what seemed like forever. I decided to quietly sing Bohemian Rhapsody to myself. It was a longer song, and it was certainly cheered me up a bit. The music itself, though, not the lyrics.

"Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality?"

I rocked a bit on the toilet as I continued to sing as quietly as possible. It was certainty distracting me from the potential death I could soon receive!

"Momma... Just killed a man. Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, now he's dead."

I could hear footsteps outside the restroom. Fortunately, they went away as fast as they approached.

"Bismilah! No! We will not let you go!"

It seemed to get really quiet all of a sudden.

"Beazelbub has a devil put aside for me...for mee...for meeeeee!"

It was tempting to scream that last part, but I remembered my current situation.

"Just gotta get out! Just gotta get right out of here!"

It was still very quiet. I'm not sure if that's good or bad.

"Nothing really matters...anyone can see. Nothing really matters... Nothing really matters... to me."

Suddenly, I heard the bathroom door slam open! I quickly covered my mouth to prevent myself from screaming. In my head though, I finished the song.

"Any way the wind...blows."

I kept my hand over my mouth. No other sounds than the door opening. Was anyone in here? Surely there couldn't be...

SLAM!

I heard the stall at the end of the row get forced open! Oh, shit; they must know I'm in here somewhere!!

SLAM!

The one after that went open, too! This was really not good!!

SLAM!

It got closer and closer to my stall...I couldn't risk taking out my flashlight to check my watch; could I still make it??

SLAM!

That was the stall right next to mine...I really don't know if I'll make it!!

There was a pause all of a sudden. I couldn't hear any footsteps or anything. It's like whatever was in here just...stopped. Surely it's not 6 am yet...right?

SLAM!

My stall door got a hard hit! I screamed as I heard the loud noise. Fortunately, the door was locked, so it didn't burst open!

SLAM!

The stall door still didn't open! I couldn't believe it; I might still have a chance!

SLAM! SLAM! SLAM!

The door was starting to get a bit loose, now. It still was holding pretty well, though.

Suddenly, the noise stopped again. Not a sound was heard. No footsteps, no doors opening, nothing. Was I safe now? Did I make it??

SLAM!!

The stall door seemed to suddenly explode as the loud noise blared through the restroom! The door fell on top of me, hitting my head hard in the process! Before I could respond to that, I felt something grab my arm. I looked and barely made out the face of the Prize Puppet!

The Puppet then yanked me out of the stall as I screamed in terror. I then felt myself sliding across the restroom floor and out the door, into the hallway. I could still see Foxy in the hall, although he quickly turned around when he heard my screams.

I looked around and saw I was being pulled towards the Parts/Services closet. I can only assume why...

It was completely dark in the closet. Luckily, I managed to hang on to my flashlight this whole time. I turned it on and saw not much except for some spare suits of the Toys and a few metal endoskeletons.

One suit in particular was one that looked like Old Freddy. It was facing the back corner, and its back had a giant hole in it. I assume it's so an endoskeleton can go inside. Or maybe so something else can...

There was no way I was going to die at this point, especially on a night I didn't even need to be here! I tried hitting the Puppet with my flashlight again, but I just couldn't reach it. I groaned with pain as my arm continued to get squeezed. Its hands were tiny, but it had an extraordinary grip!

I then thought of something that could work. I took my flashlight and shone it right in the Puppet's eyes! Suddenly, it stopped and let me go! I fell down a bit and quickly got up. After that, I wasted no time tackling the Puppet to the ground!

I proceeded to punch the stupid thing in the face a few times before I grabbed its neck and squeezed!

"HOW DOES THAT FEEL, YOU SON OF A BITCH?!" I screamed.

I know how ridiculous it sounds that I was yelling at a possessed toy, but I didn't care. I just kept squeezing in rage. I was angry! I was angry at the manager! I was angry at this job! I was angry at myself! I was just ANGRY!

CRACK!

I stopped squeezing when I saw what I did. The head of the Puppet had snapped off its neck. I squeezed it completely off!

I slowly stood up and stared at the Puppet. Man, this is twice I broke something because of my anger. Of course, it WAS self defense...

I then found myself collapsing of exhaustion. I started breathing heavily. I slowly looked at my watch. 5:58 am. I leaned against the wall and slowly breathed. I was going to make it. I know I was.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps approach me. I picked up my flashlight very slowly and shone it towards the entrance. My heart started beating faster; Old Freddy was in the doorway, looking me right in the eye.

I stared at the animatronic and came to a conclusion: I don't care what happens now. I've been through so much shit tonight, let alone this whole week, that I don't care if he gets me or not!

Old Freddy slowly walked towards me with his hand extended in front of him. I just stared at his mechanical eyes and silently dared him to do it. To just finish me off.

He crept closer and closer to me. His hand was practically a foot away from my face at this point. I then closed my eyes and took a deep breath. This was it. I was going to die from a damn robot! And the worst part is I knew this could happen, but I never wished any of my friends and family a proper goodbye.

I felt a tear slide down my cheek. Out of all the people I could be angry at right now, I was most angry at myself. I knew the dangers I was in, but I kept coming back. Why? Because of a fucking car! And now I'm never going to live to get one. Way to go, Jeremy Fitzgerald. Way to go...

Suddenly, I heard a noise I had heard all week: an 8-note chime that signaled a very important time! I opened my eyes. Old Freddy's hand was right in front of my face! If he were any closer, he'd be touching me!!

Old Freddy then backed away from me and turned around. A few seconds later, Old Bonnie and Old Chica entered the room, as well. As for me, I just continued to sit against the wall. I just wanted to stay here just a bit longer to get enough strength to leave this place for good.