They're Not What We Think They Are

Chapter 1: One tough night

The night started well as always. I slowly crept down the stairs that led to the basement, making sure the power supply was going to make it through the night with me. It was almost time to work, so I had some brief minutes to get into the office before those animatronics had the chance to get me as I walked just mere feet past them.

I went up again, trying to make as less noise as possible – which was hard, due to the stairs being rusty and metallic, walked through the dining area, keeping a distance from the three offline animatronics while keeping them in sight, and directed towards the office with careful steps, trying not to trip on something on my way. They could really have some more light at night there, it was and it still is impossible to see anything. That's why I always get to the office through the west hall. There's that flickering light there to illuminate my obscure way.

I entered, picked up the monitor, sat on that half-broken red chair. Fourth night, how well for me. I never had the thought of these shifts becoming worse, but everything could happen. The clock struck 12:00 AM as soon as I looked at the Show Stage camera. I looked at the robots, staring at nothing, standing still. For a brief moment. The phone started ringing, so I waited.

I didn't have to pick it up after all. They were pre-recorded messages, made by the previous night guard. He always has something important to say, and I always listen thoroughly at his shaky words even if he keeps saying that there's nothing to worry about. That night, however, the call didn't go well. It started as always, "Hello, hello? Hey, wow, day four."

I would love to be here at day rather than at night, my friend, I though coolly. I soon noticed that the phone guy was talking shakily, far more nervously than the other nights, like if he was doing many things at the same time without being sure if he could success on all of them.

"I knew you could do it. Uh, hey listen, I may not be around to send you a message tomorrow-"

His words were briefly interrupted by a banging sound, apparently coming from the door. It was clear he was having problems, and serious ones. I myself got nervous when I heard those vicious bangs.

"It's- It's been a bad night here for me. Um, I-I'm kinda glad I recorded my messages for you…" He cleared his throat, almost like if he didn't want to speak further. ". . .when I did. Uh, hey, do me a favor." More banging sounds were heard on the door. "Maybe sometime, uh, you could check inside those suits in the backroom?" I heard more bangs, I started to think that this message was made to tell me that I was the next one to die there. I felt like sweating, even though I wasn't. "I'm gonna try to hold out until someone checks. Maybe it won't be so bad."

More banging noises on the door, and the further the phone guy spoke, the more nervous I started to get. My eyes were slowly widening. This man was affronting his imminent death. And I could be the next. "Uh, I-I-I-I always wondered what was in all those empty heads back there."

I heard some kind of music box chime play near. I looked around, but it didn't take me long to realize the music was coming from the call. "You know…" The guy stopped talking as a pained breathing noise was heard near him. So near it almost sounded at my side. "Oh no -" I heard a deep screech, I jumped back on the chair, almost let the monitor fall off my trembling hands. The call was ended with static, and that was when it all went wrong.

I looked at the screen as fast as I could, only to see Bonnie and Chica gone. They had never moved so fast, and that told me that was going to be one though night. I searched through the cameras. Bonnie was in the backstage, covered by the shadows. I still could see and feel his eyes staring at me. I shivered, as always, and proceeded to look for Chica. She was at the far end of the dining area, her beak wide open as well as her eyes. It was the pure expression of madness.

I checked both lights, not losing a single second to do so. Nothing for the moment, but that could change is just a couple of seconds. I heard low, steady steps. They were near, too near. Bonnie was in the west hall, underneath the flickering light, looking at the camera. He could appear in my door at any moment, so I was at the ready. Before it was too late, I checked Pirate Cove, making sure Foxy wasn't out yet. And he wasn't, fortunately.

I checked the left light, saw Bonnie staring at me with a toothy, nightmare grin. "Good grief. . .!" I gasped, closed the door the second I saw that demented rabbit staring at me. I tried to calm myself down. That happened lots of times, I couldn't be a wimp for that.