"Oh my land…"

Now, William was no stranger to weird sounds, by any means. His dog was more likely than not insane, and William was fairly certain that the various chirps and whines his canine produced would qualify as weird. This particular sound, however, was unlike anything he had ever heard.

He was almost certain that one of the giant demon robots that haunted his dreams was whining. It was like a robotic whale was having a squeal in the pizzeria. It was utterly surreal.

"Eeee-eek-eeee!"

*Clunk*

"…EEEE!"

Whichever one of them was making the racket was obviously annoyed. William checked the cameras once again. Like a madman, as always. William had learnt that particular lesson a while ago, in his tender second week. Foxy had almost caught him that time, and he had almost disappeared into the back room forever. It was a terrifying thought, but after those initial weeks his panic had died down to a strange desire to prove himself each night.

William was sure he had been hanging around his dog too long. He was wrenched from his musings by another annoyed screech, sounding from the kitchen.

"SKREE! EEE!"

William flinched. Gee, that was loud. Should he-

No, no, no! He should absolutely not go outside the office!

But Will could lose his job-

No!

Will decided firmly that he would stay inside. Then, the bellows from the kitchen changed.

"Skree…"

It was like the robot demon knew that no one was going to help them. Will knew how that felt. So, before he knew what he was doing, Will had quietly sidled his way out of the office and was inching his way down to the kitchen. To his surprise, in the heat of the moment the only thing he could think about was the floor. Gee, it was a mess.

Then again, Will was fairly sure that the staff of Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria knew what went on here at night, and were just as eager as him to leave each day.

With that in mind, he crouched outside the door to the kitchen. He heard some muted scraping of metal on the floor, before silence. He poked his head cautiously into the room, before noticing a dark shape hunched over in the middle of the kitchen. Will peered a little closer. The chicken was definitely there, and was that the… rabbit? What on earth was the rabbit doing? He was behind the chicken robot, emitting robotic squeaks and grunts. He was holding the chicken robot about the hips and was pulling furiously.

What on earth? Will could feel his face on fire. He didn't know demon robots even thought about that… wait. Should he try to stop them? They might hurt themselves. Cringing, he looked up again.

Wait. The chicken robot's head was stuck… in the oven? Was the rabbit trying to pull her out? Will didn't know whether to be relieved or even more mystified.

"Bzzzt…"

*Click, whirr*

Suddenly, Will realized that the rabbit was staring at him.

Oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no!

Will started shaking. What would he do now? The rabbit was going to kill him!

"W- w- wait… s- stop… I want to h- help!"

The rabbit had let go of the struggling chicken, and had drawn himself up to his full height. Will could swear that the rabbit demon looked cynical. He was going insane… definitely.

"How did Ch-Chica get s-stuck?"

To his utter surprise, the rabbit stretched out its robotic arm and pointed to something on the bench. Will shakily stepped over for a closer look. It was a pizza, one of the frozen ones the cooks used. It was distended and crumbling, and it looked as though someone had tried to take a bite out of it. Will didn't even have to guess which one of them did that.

There were trays from the oven scattered over the floor, and Will understood, with quite a bit of reluctance, why the chicken's head was stuck in the oven. It was ridiculous. The rabbit grunted and whirred at him, moving his jaws open and shut, like he was talking. Will, as he tended to do, imagined what the robot might have been trying to say.

Yeah, she's a loony. Can't blame her, though. You're no fun.

"EEE!"

Oh yeah, the chicken robot… Will inched over to the oven, keeping a nervous eye on the rabbit, which had gone back to staring at him in robotic amusement. The head was well and truly wedged in the opening of the oven. The metal was jarred against the sides of the door. Lubricant, that's what they needed.

Will looked around. What could he use? Wait, could he… eww. Will eyed the bottle of cooking oil again, and then looked at Chica's relatively filthy exterior, before deciding that the cleaning staff probably wouldn't notice anyway. So he reached over the chicken's body to the shelf, and proceeded to splatter cooking oil all over the doorway to the oven, the floor and the chicken. Will conceded that he may just have become messier than the chicken robot before him. His room was testament to that. The rabbit shifted his head from side to side, whirring. Will stared incredulously for a moment. That rabbit was more sarcastic than his boss.

Will eyed the rabbit a moment longer, before speaking up again.

"U-um, w-w-would you please, um, pull now?"

The rabbit assumed his awkward position again, and Will got his fingers around the chicken's head, pushing it down and sideways…

*Crash!*

"Skree! EEE!"

*Clatter*

Will landed on the floor rather unceremoniously, soon after the two robots. There were a series of clicks and robotic groans, follow by clanging, as the chicken and rabbit robots righted themselves and stood up.

Will puffed, and ran a hand though his hair. He was gonna get in trouble tomorrow morning…

Then he realized two things. There might not be a tomorrow morning. And that was because both the demon-robots were marching towards him!

Will let out a characteristic squeal of surprise. This was followed by a series of frightened exclamations as he pulled himself out of the kitchen and scrambled down the hallway to the office. He closed both doors and barricaded himself under the desk, trembling, before realizing that if the chicken didn't get him, Freddy probably would.

His fingers shook as he went back to checking the cameras for the remainder of the night, keeping a very close eye on the rabbit who was staring at him through the camera in the dining hall.