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The silence after the noise was always the worst part. What are they doing out there? I touched the screen reading the words Pirates Cove. There were never any terrible encounters, it's just kind of like, you stay there and away from me. But it seemed like more than moving so your servers don't lock up. There was hidden purpose. Thank God for those doors. But what's the point of the damn doors of they're not even built to last a few measly hours? But then again, who was supposed to guess that a bear in a top hat was ever going to develop into a threat? Or a chicken with a cupcake? Foxy was probably the most favorable at the moment. He was quiet, never seemed move much, if at all. Two days and not even a gear squeak from behind that curtain. I'd seen him maybe once when I had my tour when I first started and he was just like the rest of them. He was in terrible shape, just as not kid friendly as the rest of them. At least the hook was fake.
I think.
God, this place was terrible. This is the only job I've had where I didn't dare put in an earbud or even go to the bathroom. And forget turning any lights on. The building only had so much power to spare at night. Too much usage and the entire building would shut down, and the last thing I needed was the get fired or attacked. I could only toy with the buckle on my belt to ignore the fact that I had to pee. They haven't done anything, but I don't trust those robots at all. I would've checked the lights outside until the clattering in the kitchen interrupted my thoughts. As always, no image. Just whatever sound the mic picked up. Even if I couldn't see, I knew who was in there. Why does she like it in there so damn much? Chickens can't fucking cook. These things made no sense. Sometimes Freddy would be standing outside the women's restroom, the camera really only picking up the odd glow of his eyes, and he would just be repeating the same line from his voice box. Why are you hiding? Why is that even a line he has in the first place? I might be able to say that Chica had a sweet voice if she weren't so gigantic and/or dirty. Whoever designed these really had no idea what kids found admirable with her limited movements and overall creepy look. She had bigger eye sockets than the rest and an oddly unhinged jaw. Like her mouth was always open like she was always ready to crush your head. Checking the time; only 3:00? Fuck. I yawned just as another clatter sounded. I checked the light on my right outside just to have my heart immediately drop to my ass as I shut the door. For something that clunky, she can sure move quick. And quiet. I just kept checking cameras, eyeing her at the window. I could never figure out what they wanted cause apparently that stranger on the phone said to never let them in. I'm just assuming he knows more and better than I could.
Shhk. My body worked quicker than my brain as I checked Pirate Cove in response to the noise. Lo and behold, for the very first time I had a behind the scenes look at the one and only Foxy. He hadn't left his stage technically, only peeking out from behind his curtain, his hook keeping it out of the way, but that didn't mean I wasn't allowed to not like it. Who knew a stare would be so intense when it was only coming from one eye. Like the rest of them his mouth was hanging open like it was ready to say something. I feel like I'm stuck in snow I'm so nervous. I'm too cold to move or breathe. I'm cold. I'm just as helpless. For the time being it was just me and my fan. Let's just hope for the time being I can thaw enough to be able to get through this shift. I balled my fists as hard as they would go and rubbed my eyes, trying my best to stay alert through my tired mind. This place made me so nervous I would stay on edge throughout the day, staying awake all day even if I couldn't stop yawning. Maybe I should buy some NyQuil or something because all this adrenaline isn't helping.
Well, I was about to get another burst when I heard the quickest footsteps rushing down the hall on my left. I looked down at the screen and found that the curtain for Pirate's Cove was thrown wide open only to have nothing behind it. Without realizing I held my breath I checked the hallway camera just in time to see Foxy literally sprinting out of frame in my direction. I practically threw my screen down, almost cracking it as I threw my hand against the button, signaling the door to shut right in his face. I really questioned what these doors were made of as I heard his feverish banging on it. I didn't have much power left. I remembered the door on my right was still sealed. I hesitantly picked my screen back up and checked the right door camera.
Nothing.
For the time being I was safe is what I figured as I realized there was no more banging. I checked the camera for the other side. Nothing. I checked Pirates Cove just to see that it was like he never left and marathon ran down the hall. The curtain was shut and all was quiet. Not even a gear squeak. Could he be more bipolar?
All this mess and Freddy still hadn't moved from the main stage. He was still standing there staring at a non-existent audience. Meanwhile Bonnie was in a party room just standing amongst the rows of tables. I seriously wondered what they did when they just stood there. Or what they did when they just stood in the doorway of the room with all those extra parts.
I was so lost in my own anxiousness that I could barely register the cacophony of footsteps coming down the hall. I had even less time to react as I saw Foxy poke his head into the office. I couldn't even scream. There was a moment of silence. A moment of silence so long that I thought for a moment that the guy on the voicemails was just trying to scare me and that they really do just wander around. But only for a moment before Foxy lunged at me, that mouth for sure open to make room for my skull.