Jack could hear complaining. He was sitting in the dark room when he heard shouting. And it didn't sound pleasing. It was a little fuzzy through the door but Jack was able to make out a few words.

"...If you think that I'm ganna work at this restaurant, then you should have told me personally that I would be attacked by these...these...BEASTS!"

"Look, Mr. Fitzgerald, we're sorry. But if I told you that these things moved then you wouldn't get the job. And harm could come to the people." A voice that Jack recognized was the manager. And The other one must be Mr. Fitzgerald.

"But I could have died! Don't you think that I should be informed of my, possible, death?" Fitzgerald yelled.

Jack was pondering this while he heard it. Could somebody really die while they worked the night shift? Wait...he did. Is this place really kid friendly? Because it didn't seem like it with all the people dying in this place. Freddy, Bonnie, Chica, Foxy, and heck! Even him.

"Just come back tomorrow and we'll make sure you survive. Okay, Mr. Fitzgerald?" The manager asked. After a long silence Mr. Fitzgerald finally agreed. And with that Jack thought of a plan.

About eleven fifty three, Jack was sure his plan would go into action. After all the security guard was only trying to help them stay safe and alive. Right? Anyway, as Mr. Fitzgerald slammed the door to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza, Jack ran up to the door way. Ready for his plan to activate.

At twelve midnight a small chime went through the halls of the restaurant. And Mr. Fitzgerald's shirt officially began. And Jack was sure that there would be a little trouble. About one a.m. Jack opened the door and looked for the toy animatronics. None of them were on the stage. So Jack ran.

Out the door and into the gaming area. BB was standing there with his little balloons and his creepy little smile. How jack hated him so much. Especially when he laughs like a psychopath. How Jack hated that laugh.

Toy Freddy seemed to be blocking the way in the hallway, so Jack had to find a way around. And to the left was a vent. So, Jack dived into it.

Loud and annoying, Jack thumped through the vent. Only to find a chicken in there as well. Toy Chica was crouched right in front of him. What fun.

Backing out of the vent, trying to make the least amount of noise as possible, Jack escaped successfully. And now Toy Freddy was out of the hall and wasn't to be seen anywhere near the area. This was Jack's opportunity. He ran straight to the office. And nobody stopped him.

Jack ran into the room and Toy Chica was now in the office. Jack went back into the hall just a little bit and blended with the shadows. Which was easy being Shadow Bonnie. And he got a nice look at someone in the office. He had a short prickly beard and neatly cut hair. As he looked at Toy Chica in fear he put on a mask of Freddy Fazbear. It looked nothing like Toy Freddy.

Toy Chica looked confused with this act and so she just left. And Jack walked in with no other problems.

The man at the desk looked into his pad and didn't notice Jack walking in. So Jack stood in a corner and waited for him to be done. Which took some time. Finally, once he was done, he looked up and screamed.

Jack tried to calm him down, but all he managed to do was make him scream more. And that was a problem.

"STOP SCREAMING!" Jack yelled at Mr. Fitzgerald. But he continued to yell at the top of his lungs.

"Get away you creepy shadow creep!" He yelled. Only then did Jack realize that Mr. Fitzgerald couldn't understand him. Jack now spoke in the animatronic language, and nobody would understand.

Looking desperately for something to write on, he saw crumpled pieces of wrapper, and a pen. Taking both, he wrote.

"I am not here to bring harm to you. I am one of the good guys. The other animatronics are going to try and get rid of you. I am here to help."

"And how do I know this isn't a lie?" Mr. Fitzgerald asked reading the paper wrapper.

Jack took it back and wrote on it again. "Trust me. I hear all of their conversations. And I am the only person who will help."

"Person?" Fitzgerald asked.

"Yes. I am a dead fifteen year old who's name is Jack. But it was sadly changed to Shadow Bonnie. I don't like Shadow Bonnie. Jack is much nicer." Jack wrote yet again.

"I'm Jeremy. And it doesn't look like I have a choice. I'll accept your help. Thank you, Jack. Good luck with Freddy Fazbear. I'll be back tomorrow." And with that a chime went through the restaurant. It was now six o clock. And Jeremy was just fine. Jack went back to his closet and fell asleep, waiting for tomorrow night to come.

Man doesn't writing just take forever! But who cares! Here is the next chapter to One A.M. I hope you enjoyed it. I know I did. Keep reading/writing! :P

MeridaAndWhirlwind.