!WARNING! THIS STORY HAS SWEARING AND SOME GORE! I DO NOT OWN FNaF, ALL RIGHTS GO TO SCOTT CAWTHON! ALL I OWN ARE MY OC'S! THIS STORY IS AN AU WHERE FAZBEAR'S OPENS BACK UP AFTER THEY CLOSE A FEW YEARS LATER! THIS STORY HAS MENTIONS OF SUICIDE AND SUICIDAL THOUGHTS AND ACTIONS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

Chapter Five/Night Four: Smarter than the Average Bear

Also known as "Freddy gets into the office by using sneaky ninja methods."

~Summary~

Jay learns the untimely death of her mentor and pieces together parts of his death, some pieces not adding up very well. She realizes she's risking her life for $4 an hour. Freddy gets into the office. Jay has a panic attack.

Jaelyn's P.O.V.

I shifted in my seat as I kept my eyes on the clock on my phone, watching as the minutes slowly blurred together, my shift nearing with every passing minute. I rubbed my eyes and yawned. I hadn't gotten enough sleep to be dealing with this. I had been woken up another two times by nightmares before I had gave up on sleeping entirely. Unfortunately that meant I had only gotten about five hours of sleep after being sleep deprived for several days. I was worried I'd fall asleep on the job and get myself killed.

Though I was a little more than anxious than usual to start my shift after learning what I had earlier that day. Since I hadn't slept, I had more time to analyze the pattern of this place and strategize how I was going to go about this. And I wanted to try a new way to conserve power. I was worried whether or not it'd work.

I assume that I didn't have to go looking for Bonnie and Chica every time they left a room since they always popped up in their respective doors, giving me enough time to shut them out. So if I only had to check on Foxy for a few seconds and make sure that Freddy was still on the show stage then I'd be able to save several precious minutes of power. All I had to do for Bonnie and Chica was check the door lights every time I put the camera down.

I fidgeted impatiently. As good of a plan that was, I wouldn't be sure if it worked until I tried it. Trying new things meant more room for error. And a sinle mistake would get me killed here.

Freddy Fazbear's P.O.V.

I can't lie and say I wasn't surprised that she made it through the third night, I was expecting her to die like all the others before her. It was quite uncommon for night guards to make it to the fourth night. And even more so to get to the fifth night.

I was beginning to get worried now. It's been almost thirty years since the last night guard made it past us. And last time had serious consequences for all of them. Even though he was gone, no one was eager to mess up like last time.

Jaelyn's P.O.V.

START OF SHIFT FNAF 1 NIGHT FOUR 12 AM

I waited for the recording to start playing and impatiently fidgeted as the rings of the recorded phone call rang out. It was a huge relief when Phone Guy's voice filtered through and shattered the uncomfortable silence.

"Hello, hello?"

The effect was immediate. My tense muscles relaxed and my nervous fidgeting had ceased. Hearing another person's voice was calming. Even though this guy pissed me off sometimes.

"Hey! How's it going?" Check on Pirate Cove.

"Hey, wow, day 4. I knew you could do it." His normally bored voice had lost its pseudo calm and was all anxious and nervous.

"Thanks." I said dryly. His compliment sounded hollow with the nervousness in his voice. I checked Pirate Cove again.

"Uh, hey, listen, I may not be around to send you a message tomorrow."

My face contorted in confusion before a banging sound was heard. I panicked and checked both door lights, recognizing the sound of Foxy hitting the door when he was denied entrance to the office. When I saw no Foxy I frowned before realizing the sounds were coming from the recording.

"It's-It's been a long night." Phone Guy continued, a stutter worming its way into his speech.

"Oh." I said blankly. I couldn't really comprehend what was happening at the moment. I couldn't really believe this was happening.

"Um, I-I'm kinda glad that I recorded my messages for you," Phone Guy cleared his throat awkwardly, no doubt trying to swallow some rising lump or bile in his throat, "Uh, when I did."

(This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening. He has to survive to help me through the next night. I wasn't going to make it if he couldn't help me out.)

"Uh, hey, do me a favor." Phone Guy pleaded more than asked or demanded.

"Sure thing. What is it?" I asked, checking Pirate Cove to make sure Foxy wouldn't get out. More banging sounded from the recording, making me flinch.

(Why hasn't Foxy left yet? He only bangs on the door three times before leaving... Right? Oh god, what if from here on out when he gets out he won't return back to Pirate Cove? What if he camps by the left door until you run out of power? Can I not let Foxy out a single time?)

"Maybe sometime, uh, you could check inside those suits in the backroom?" Phone Guy asked hesitantly, panic being held back by another wall of pseudo calm.

The corners of my lips turned down slightly into a small frown. I wasn't stupid, I knew these tapes were recorded in 1989 and this guy was probably long gone; dead most likely. But... It was kind of like his final wish or something so I agreed.

(Not like there would be anything left to find. Boss said he cleans out the suits themselves.)

"I can do that. But it appears I'm like twenty-eight years too late for this." I muttered, trying not to flinch as each bang punctuated the spots of silence.

(Why wasn't Foxy leaving!?)

A deep belly laugh echoed throughout the pizzeria. I panicked and checked the show stage to see that Freddy was gone and nowhere to be seen. I tore my attention away from the show stage and checked on Foxy before verifying that Freddy was in the dining area.

"Uh, I-I-I-I always wondered what was in all those empty heads back there." Phone Guy stammered, losing the last remaining shred of calmness he had left.

I shivered at the thought of what could be back there. There was probably the heads of the previous night guards in there at one point or another. "I'd rather not find out." I confessed softly.

Before Phone Guy spoke again however, a rather familiar chime melody began to play from afar. I vaguely recalled it as Toreador March; a song Freddy often played for the kids when they were preforming onstage or when the place had an occasional blackout to soothe the screaming kids. Instead of the song being comforting and calming like usual, it was eerie and screamed challenge.

"You know..." Phone Guy started before a raspy moan interrupted him. It was the one I had heard Bonnie emit once when he had gotten into the office.

"Oh no..." I breathed softly.

"Oh, no," Phone Guy stated flatly, his voice devoid of any emotion like he had been in shock or numb from fear. It was almost comforting to hear his pseudo calm voice return if it wasn't for the situation that was unfolding out in the recording in front of me. More banging was heard before a deep roar cut the call off. Static played for a good three or four seconds before the click of the recorder indicated the tape had ended. leaving me in shocked silence.

Paranoia had fueled my mind as I checked the lights and doubled checked that Foxy and Freddy were still in the same spots as before. I was still in a state of shock from earlier. I had just listened to the death of my mentor after all. He was no longer around to help me out anymore. I don't know why, but I had just assumed he had survived the five nights. Looks like I assumed wrong then.

During the minutes that had passed since then, I had been piecing together pieces of the puzzle that was Phone Guy's death. The banging on the metal door had been Foxy obviously. I remember when he did that when he was locked out of the office. I would say that the raspy moaning was Bonnie but the left door had to have been closed to prevent Foxy from getting in. Chica had relatively the same attack pattern as Bonnie just swapped so it had to have been her. The Toreador March was Freddy. There was only one thing that didn't fit. The roar at the end of the tape.

I knew Bonnie moaned and groaned once he got into the office and screeched once he got his paws on you. I assumed Chica did the same so that eliminated two suspects. Foxy was locked outside of the office and was banging on the door so that was Foxy out. Freddy sounded far away based on how far the melody sounded and since the roar had appeared to be very close to the recorder that eliminated the last candidate as well. But... that was everyone... It couldn't be anyone else then. Then I found my mind wandering towards the golden bear.

It was possible that perhaps the golden bear was real and not a figment of my imagination like I had previously thought it was, but that wouldn't exactly explain how it got into my office before disappearing without a trace. But that'd be a good candidate for who was the source of the roar since their laugh had been much deeper than Freddy's. Though I guess Freddy could've been the one to roar but that seemed highly unlikely.

Still... The evidence of that phone call was damning and disturbing. Foxy constantly banging on the door, Chica getting into the office while Foxy probably distracted Phone Guy, Freddy starting up his signature melody, the unknown roar at the end... They had tag teamed Phone Guy. They had worked together to get the night guard. The thought alone made me want to puke.

1 AM

Nothing had really happened during 12 am except for the fact that Freddy had moved into the ding area. It's been about a good few minutes since the start of 1 am. I'd almost think that nothing would happen through the whole night if it hadn't been for the training tape that had recorded Phone Guy's untimely demise.

After a few cycles of checking Pirate Cove, check both door lights, panic, and repeat, another chilling laugh sounded from somewhere in the pizzeria. I panicked and flipped through several cameras upon seeing that Freddy was gone. I quickly found him in the restrooms however.

I was more confused as to upset at the sight of Freddy hiding in the girl's bathroom, paw wrapped around the doorframe with his head peeking out from around the corner, black eyes with glowing white pupils staring at the camera with malicious intent. I mean, he was a robot. Technically he didn't have a gender even if he was supposed be programmed a male. Besides, the camera was positioned so the only place to hide from the camera view was in one of the bathrooms.

Thinking again about what this job entailed and my pay, I did a doubletake and began to do the math suspiciously. $120.00 divided by six hours divided by five days equals... $4 an hour...

My jaw went slack. That was like half the minimum wage! And I was dealing with more bullshit than anyone else in the world! I mean, come on! Who ever heard of trying to survive possibly five animatronics by staying in a cramped office with two blast doors and a tablet that gives me an eagle's eye view of the place from cameras with limited power on my side?! Hell, even $100 an hour wouldn't make this job any better! This had to be illegal on way too many levels!

Soft carnival music floated through the eerily silent building causing the hairs on the back of my neck to stand on end. Still wasn't too sure on where that music came from but I'd put my money on Freddy. I checked on Pirate Cove, satisfied when I saw no pirate fox peeking out of the curtains yet. I hummed along softly to the quiet music, trying to convince myself that the music was comforting rather than eerie.

My power level caused me to slow my frequent checks on Pirate Cove and the door lights, remembering that I should only be using about 15 percent of power per hour. 75%. I know that number wasn't as bad as I thought it was but my paranoia of running out of power got the best of me. I shuddered at the thought of running out of power. I wouldn't have any lights or blast doors to protect me from the animatronics anymore.

After a few minutes of nothing happening, Bonnie appeared in the left doorway, startling me. I mean, yes, I knew it had to happen eventually, but the first time they pop up by the door was always terrifying, no matter what night I was on. I eeped and hit the door button, letting the metal door fall between the mechanical rabbit and I.

The time was 1:51 am and I had about five more hours in my shift left.

2 AM

Bonnie had lingered much longer outside of the door before leaving me alone and wandering off to who knows where to do whatever the heck these murderous demons did in the time they didn't spend trying to successfully capture and kill the night guard. It was obvious that Bonnie had hung around at my door for a lot longer than usual; a total of about fifty minutes. Thankfully Chica had refrained from stopping by the right door and Foxy hadn't caused any problems along with Freddy so I was left with 56% of power at 2:49 am, leaving me worried I might lose more than half my power before 3. I sighed in relief once Bonnie's shadow disappeared from the window, letting me open the left door.

(Thank goodness. I thought he'd never leave.)

I pulled up the tablet to check on Pirate Cove and went stiff. Foxy was now officially in the game now. Two golden eyes that appeared white on the camera feed stared into the camera, Foxy's eyepatch lifted so the other eye was visible as well. I shuddered under the robot fox's gaze and set the tablet down, thankful that I was away from the piercing gaze of the fox. It was then I heard the music box version of Toreador March drifting through the empty pizzeria.

My throat constricted painfully as the melody reminded me of Phone Guy's last call. The song was haunting, the only thing I could hear in the dark building besides the faint buzz of the office lights and soft whirring of the metal fan sitting on my desk. I pulled up the tablet and searched for Freddy, discovering he had left the bathrooms. After a minute or so of debate I decided that by the process of elimination he had to have been in the kitchen. A I tried to block it out, busying myself by focusing on checking the door lights and Pirate Cove. I tried focusing on the buzz of the lights and whirring of the fan but failed seeing as the melody was the only thing my mind latched onto. Thankfully the song ended after a minute or two, leaving me to work in silence.

3 AM

I was beginning to worry whether or not I'd use more power than I should by 3 am however right when my power fell to 51% 3 am hit. Still, I could very easily use too much power with the last three hours of my shift so I had to be careful with my power consumption. I checked on Foxy, satisfied to see he was in the same position as before. I did another round, checking both door lights, listening for sound cues before pulling up the tablet once again to check up on Foxy.

"Wha-What the hell!?" I sputtered in disbelief. Foxy who had been peeking out of the curtains just a minute before was now frozen in mid sprint outside the curtains, head twisted sharply to the side. "I just checked on you!" I shouted indignantly.

(What is this bullcrap?!)

Bitter thoughts swarmed my mind as I stewed silently. I really didn't need Foxy joining in on the fun right now. I'd prefer it if he never left the cove however since he was about to bolt out at 3 am I think it was going to be nigh impossible to prevent him from getting out.

(If he gets out will he continue banging on my door, forcing me to keep it closed until I run out of power? Then he can rush in and-)

Pots and pans hitting the tiled floor in the kitchen reached my ears, jolting me out of my worrying and bringing me back to the present. I checked on Foxy again and sighed in relief seeing that he hadn't moved an inch. "How often am I supposed to check on you?" I asked, more than a little confused and helpless.

4 AM

I started 4 am with about 37% of power left. Nothing else had happened during the fourth hour of my shift after Chica or Freddy had been messing around in the kitchen, knocking pots and pans off shelves and onto the floor. Though last time I checked, Freddy and Chica had both been in the kitchen but I suspected the chicken was the one who was messing with the kitchen utensils. I had little proof to prove this suspicion but Freddy seemed like one who was stealthly doing things like avoiding the camera view, lurking in the dark, and waiting to move until night three which probably gave the night guard false hope that he'd never move. The other three appeared not to care as much for stealth rather prefering make their presence known.

(Most likely to throw the night guard off the trail of Freddy.)

As much as I hated it, this whole place seemed to be like a game. Bonnie and Chica took specific routes and you had to keep them at bay. You had to prevent Foxy from leaving Pirate Cove by keeping a constant eye on him and if you couldn't do that then you needed to lock him out before he got in. Freddy was definitely the most difficult to deal with since he started moving after the other three and you had to keep a lookout for him since he was always hiding. However he didn't make it impossible for you to find him since most of the time he moves, he'll laugh to alert you that he's moving. The golden bear somehow fit into all of this as well just how is the question.

Foxy hadn't left his cove yet; my extra vigilance seemingly paying off. I hummed lowly, trying to drown out the constant annoying buzz of the lights that had begun to get monotonous. The sound had begun to echo in my ears, making it harder to listen for sounds that could tip me off to an animatronic getting near. I almost wished I could flip off the office lights for a few seconds just to hear perfect silence for a bit, even if it meant I'd be forced to sit in the dark for a bit.

After a few minutes of staying on routine, another laugh sounded, which sounded much closer than the other previous ones. I felt goosebumps rise on my arms as a chill raced down my spine. A lump formed in my throat as I snuck a glance at the monitor and flipped through a camera from the kitchen to the east hall. You could barely see it like all the other times however some parts of Freddy's face was visible seeing as he was closer to the camera than the other times though still letting the shadows cloak over most of his body.

(Seems like he's getting bolder by getting closer and closer to the cameras with each movement.)

I shuddered, not wanting to think about how close Freddy would get before my shift ended. Any other animatronic would be welcome to try and get into my office, hell, even Foxy. Just not Freddy. I didn't know his pattern yet.

I checked the west door and gasped in surprise when I saw Bonnie. I let out a startled squeak and hit the door button. My racing heartbeat began to slow down after a few moments of the door being shut. I pried my attention from the door and the mechanical rabbit and checked on Foxy. A few seconds later Bonnie was gone.

I cycled through my pattern a few times, checking on Pirate Cove after checking on each door light. Then the next time I pulled up the tablet Pirate Cove was empty. I went into action right away and hit the door button before pulling up the camera and switching to the west hall, triggering Foxy's attack. He sprinted down the hall and he was out of sight for a mere moment before the familiar banging sounded.

(Oh geez! He's going to keep banging on the door just like what happened to Phone Guy and I'm going to run out of power and I'm gonna be caught and shoved into a Freddy suit and die and oh my-)

After three bangs it went silent. My panicked state of mind was halted as I checked on Pirate Cove, seeing that the curtains were pulled back shut like they had been at the very beginning of the night. My shoulders slumped forward and I set the monitor down to go and let the door up. However that turn of events left me confused.

(While it's great and all that Foxy didn't camp my door like in a round of unfair CoD until I ran out of power, hy did he do it for Phone Guy and not me? That makes no sense whatsoever...)

Freddy laughed again, this time sounding like he was right outside my door, which he probably was seeing as Freddy was previously last seen in the east hall. I flipped to cam 4B and saw my worst nightmare. Freddy had his face pressed into the camera, making it so I couldn't see anything else. Shadows covered parts of his face. The only thing I could see perfectly clearly was his coal black eyes lit up by a white pinprick each that shone bright in the dark.

I let out a wheeze of fear and hit the door button, feeling a bit better once the door was shut. I checked my power and nearly cried out in alarm. 28%! I couldn't keep this up much longer. And I had almost a little more than an hour left in my shift to go before the release of approaching dawn.

5 AM

My reaction to my current power level was like my step sister's reaction to her phone being on its last percentage of power... a total freakout. Except for the fact that this was literally life or death. Even if Bethany acted like it was the end of the world and it'd kill her to be without her phone for a few minutes, it wouldn't. However, going without power would kill me.

It was about the beginning of 5 am and my power was at a weak 17%. I sighed and let the east hall door up, trying to ignore the niggling feeling that I was doing something wrong. Freddy still remained in the east hall corner, face pressed into the camera but keeping the door closed was draining my precious power!

On the west hall corner camera Bonnie stood in the corner of the hall right next to my door. Something that greatly bothered me was the fact that Bonnie's head snapped back and forth, left and right.

(Are the animatronics' heads supposed to even move like that? if not, that seems like a real problem they need to fix.)

That wasn't the only problem that needed to fixed here.

Freddy was gone. There one moment, gone the next. I had turned to check the west door and checked on Foxy before going back to check on Freddy. I saw nothing there where he should've been.

I went full on panic mode as I searched through cameras, looking for any trace of the brown bear, preferably his shining white eyes in each camera screen. I came up with nothing. Perhaps he had backtracked, choosing to retreat to the kitchen or some other place in the pizzeria where the cameras were blind to. Though something unsettled me. Something that let a tendril of unease slide down the back of my throat and down into my stomach before curling up there.

(Why'd he leave when the door was wide open?)

Thankfully the time was 5:50 am because if I wasn't careful then I'd run out of my last 5% of power. My nerves were beyond frayed as I made sure to only check Pirate Cove every minute or so. I was terrified to run out of power now. So much could go wrong in ten minutes. I could die in ten minutes. And yet... No one had attacked me since 4 am...

I kept going through my cycle; door lights, Pirate Cove, repeat, trying to ignore the large shadow looming over me from behind. A few minutes passed before I heard it. Underneath the buzzing of the office lights and soft whirr of the metal fan was an almost inaudible hum of... mechanical parts and gears.

I frowned at the new noise, wondering how long it had been there before I had noticed it. That's when the presence of the large shadow cast over my small frame finally clicked. Though now I was confused. There was nothing behind me that'd cast such a shadow. Nothing but empty space.

I studied the shadow closely, squinting at the dark blob. I couldn't even make out the indiscernible shapes of the shadow. The more I thought about ti and stared at the shadow, the more it didn't make any sense. Before I could ponder the mystery any more a deep laugh rang out from behind me. Seems like Freddy hadn't backtracked like I thought. He moved forward without me noticing.

The realization of everything struck me like a bolt of lightning. I froze in my seat, muscles locking tightly and uncomfortably into place. I wheezed, my breath coming out in short pants like I'd just run three miles in a dead sprint without stopping. I was completely paralyzed, unable to turn around and face the demon behind me. My vision went black around the edges and a wave of nausea and dizziness swept over me. My heart dropped into the bottom of my stomach and stopped beating for a worrying five seconds.

Large paws gripped my shoulders and spun me around in my swivel seat so I was face to face with Freddy Fazbear himself. He looked much scarier up close and with his black eyes with glowing white pupils. I could feel that sickening feeling that normally came when I was on the verge of a panic attack... which I was.

It felt as if I was watching the scene unravel from outside my own body. My vision tunneled. Freddy's grip on my shoulders tightened to the point where it'd bruise as soon as he let go, though I could barely feel it at the moment. The sharp stabbing pain in my chest with each breath I took was more prominent than the inevitable bruising. A high pitched screech cut through the air, shattering the silence that had fallen over the two of us as Freddy lunged forward, jaws opening and ready to bite down on my head. And just like that it stopped. Everything stopped.

The chiming of a clock broke the quiet, almost as if it had resumed time itself. A group of unseen children cheered as the clock struck 6 am. Freddy let go of my shoulders and let my limp body fall out of the chair and onto the floor, sharp gasps forcing my chest to rise and fall jerkily, taking in small gasps of air to the point where no air seemed to be filling my lungs at all. The large bear that had almost ripped my head off left, leaving me to suffer my panic attack alone.

I was washing down the tables with a damp rag, my whole body trembling as I refused to look at the show stage. Even catching a glimpse of one of the animatronics out of the corner of my eye would nearly send me into another panic attack. I had already seen a ghastly child like the other three nights. Though this one was different from the other two.

The kid was about the same age as the black haired kid and the red haired kid, about ten or eleven. He was a little taller than the average boy but nothing really out of the ordinary with his appearance besides the blood and stab wounds. Unkempt brown hair fell into his blue eyes, white dress shirt stained red with his blood. His blue eyes were glassy and dull. Large slash and stab wounds littered the boy's arms, chest, and stomach. He had been standing in the doorway to the girls' bathroom. Unlike the others he spoke, his voice soft and whispery.

"Stop them."

Even after the boy had vanished, I was still pondering what that meant. Stop them.

(Stop who? Why did I need to stop whoever them was? Why couldn't someone else stop them?)

A click from the two front doors brought me back from my thoughts. My boss walked in, white rubber gloves on his hands with a large trash bag slung over his shoulder.

"Ah! Sullivan, you're still here!" He exclaimed, sounding a bit surprised. The words 'surprised I'm still alive' hung in the air like a death sentence. Known by all but not spoken of.

I nodded weakly, trying to ignore the rubber gloves and trash bag.

(Guess he was expecting me to be stuffed tonight.)

"One more night to go," He said, forced cheerfulness laced into his tone.

I nodded again, shuffling my feet nervously. I just wanted to finish my work and leave. I needed to sleep before I passed out from sheer exhaustion.

"Well, I'll leave you to your last bit of work for the day. i have a feeling you want to go home and sleep. See you tomorrow Sullivan." He bid me farewell and continued tro walk to his office, which I had noticed didn't have any cameras inside. He, too, avoided the show stage as much as possible.

I shuddered, trying not to imagine being the owner of a place with a reputation as bad as this one. Avoiding eye contact with the animatronics as much as possible, I continued with my work in silence, absent mindedly washing the tables as I went.

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Next time Freddy was at my door I wasn't opening that thing up.

(A/N) Sorry that took so long! I've been working on my own original story and my undertale story over on Quotev. School has been hell. I feel like this isn't the best chapter ever but next up is Night Five ladies and gentlemen. Next up is the final night in Jay's shift. Let's see how that goes, eh?