A/N

Who's ready for a crummy sequel!

Shadow of the Night Guard

"What terrified me with terrify others; and I need only describe the specter which had haunted my midnight pillow." ~ Mary Shelley

The younger of the two turned on the camera. It was a quick filming. Lots of stories loom about, especially ones concerning Freddy's. They just wanted to film it. His buddy snickered, moving quickly toward the manager who was dealing with the front desk. The younger, aiming the camera toward Pirate Cove, spotted me sipping a cup of soda and looking over at the curtain. They probably though I was a parent waiting for a kid.

"Hey, you the manager?"

The manager sighed, nodding. She was used to this by now. After 1987 people from all around came for the scope on the horrors of Freddy Fazbear's. Of course, she'd only been working for the last few years, since 1990, but she knew all the stories and all the lies to tell. The two boys, straight from high school on their day off, snickered, aiming the camera at her and waiting for answers.

"What can I help you with?" hummed the manager.

"Yea, we wanna know if this place really is haunted," replied the older student.

She shook her head. "There's no such things as ghosts."

"Is it true that kids got killed here?"

She sighed again but nodded gently. "Yes, there was the incident in 1987 when several kids were…killed in the cellar."

"We knew it," they snickered.

The younger turned the camera toward the Pirate Cove curtain again, zooming in on me. I tried to ignore it. It's not like they ever notice me. I'm nothing in a place like this. One of the kids came up to me and grinned. I tried to ignore him. The little brat. I waved him off, trying not to notice him or make eye contact.

"Is it true that the Pirate guy was involve?" one of them asked.

"That's just a rumor. Foxy was shut down during the times of the murders," argued the manager.

"Did you used to see these guys in their prime?" hummed the older, looking over at the main stage.

"I did. I'm sorry but if you're not going to purchase anything, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave," the manager ordered, motioning out.

"I'll get a pizza," hummed the camera guy.

"That'll be $5.98," she hummed, pointing toward the counter. "Pay them."

The two moved swiftly, ordering their pizza and sitting at a table. Setting the camera down, the two got into deep discussion.

"This place gives me the creeps," the camera one hummed.

"You're not the only one."

I couldn't keep quiet, leaning over the divider between the two tables. I didn't care if I was heard of noticed, though if i was lucky I would be for once. Lucky for me, they both looked up at me, grinning. I relaxed. Finally, some attention.

"You know anything?" they perked.

"I've been coming here for years," I chuckled. "Seen this place fall."

"Really?" purred the camera man, reaching for the camera.

"Do you believe that the ghosts of the kids are haunting this place?" offered the older.

"I believe they might be," I nodded.

"Do you think they are the ones killing the night guards?"

"Possibly. Maybe the animatronics themselves."

"Really?" the two exchanged looks. "You've been a great interview, can we get your name?"

"Sure," I sighed. "I'm Tyler."

"Tyler," nodded the older, writing the name on his hand.

The camera man pointed the camera tower his friend. After a second, the two turned back to me but based on their expressions they could no longer see me. After a moment of looking, they left. The day went by, kids came and go, eventually night falling. Doors shut, locked. New night guard. Sitting at the table neatest Pirate Cove, I sat, leaning back in the chair, sighing.

"Why am I still here?" I whispered. "I wish I was just dead."

The animatronics were coming to life, leaving their posts. I watched the lights flicker. They were here now. The children began to sing and laugh, running around and dancing around the machines. They bent to the whim of the kids. I sighed, lowering my eyes. Another night. Another night guard. Another murder.

"Well, well, well, Mister Mechanic," hummed a girl that appeared before him. "Waiting again?"

"Waiting in the dark. Boy, do I need a drink," I sighed.

"The night is young, maybe this one will last longer?" she offered.

"Do they ever last after night two?" I snarled.

"Foxy loves to play," she whispered.

"Don't say that," I snapped, glaring at him. "I know what you're doing!"

"Why wouldn't you play with us?" her voice was getting quieter as she leaned closer, sitting on the table.

I shook my head, turning away. Ignore them? How could I? They were the only ones who could see me. I tried to no avail to call out to Foxy or the others. No one can hear me. Why can no one hear me?

"I just wanna sleep," I pleaded, shutting my eyes.