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(A/N: I. AM. SO. SO. SO. SO. SO. SOOOOOOO FUCKING SUPER DUPER SORRY ABOUT THIS VERY LATE UPDATE!! >.< ;A; Since school started again for me, it's been harder for me to update this series a lot more than before. But don't worry! I'll still update these here and there Just... not as quick as you'd expect it to be I really am sorry about this guys... Like I said, this series is probably one of the hardest I've done and the process of updating these can be a pain in the ASS. ;__;

But besides the point, I'm really sorry if this chapter seems a bit weird and rushed. Like I said, it's really hard for me to update these.

But other than that, I really hope you guys like it. c: <33 )

Chapter Seven

     (June 25, XXXX)

   (Reader’s POV)

    It was almost past 5 o’clock. Mike escorts me inside the tiny, fancy restaurant he was talking about. As we walk inside, he grabs my hand and takes me towards a glowing zinc-topped bar. To be honest, the place was much more improved and much more cleaner than how I remembered it.

    “She’s good though, boss.” Mike says. He’s talking to a pretty tall guy in a black dress suit. His facial features were hard to make out. His kept his head down, making the light fall across the upper part of his black fedora, leaving everything except his chin and mouth in shadow. And frankly, there was a cigar in it too.

  He glances at me, his eyes flicker from my head and down, then looks back up and turns to Mike.

  “She’s skinny,” he said coldly, looking unhappy.

  “So? And your point is…?”

  “So? She’ll eat all the food in this damn restaurant!” He sighs and shakes his head.

  “Oh, Mikeyboy…” he says calmly, placing one hand on his shoulder, “Why do you always gotta bring me all these stray dogs to my restaurant? PG. Jeremy. Now this one!”

Mike rolls his eyes and sighs irritably under his breath as he tugs on my hoodie.

  “Come on. This way.”

  I overhear his boss tell another waiter, “No one fucking cares if she’s good. My customers don’t wanna see some plain ol’ talented young women. They want real, pretty ones. With big boobs and big asses that can shake.”

“I’ll be sure to bring some next time,” I say, rolling my eyes. He doesn’t hear me, but Mike does.

  “Just don’t pay him any attention, (Name),” he assures me, “Boss has always been like that. For many years actually.”

  “You think anyone hassles Kim Kardashian about her boobs and ass too?”

  “Just forget it, (Name). Don’t worry about it. All that matters is the food and the money being given to us. I figured this would be a good idea for us to maybe earn a few dollars or so. Besides, I heard he’s serving (favorite food) tonight. I can smell it.”

  He ushers me to a giant stage that’s no bigger than a freakin’ manhole. It’s a tad bit larger than the stage at Fazbear’s pizzeria, but still.

  As we took a step on the stage, he goes and sits himself right in front of a black console piano, positions himself to start playing and looks at me.

  My eyes look over to the audience. My heart drops and my legs start to tremble like kite strings. There was over a hundred people in this place. My stomach was starting to turn. I felt uneasy. I was so tempted to just dart off the stage. But I didn’t. I couldn’t.

  I may not be the best singer in Kansas City, but hopefully this’ll all pay off. At least I’ll have some spare money in my pockets when I’m done. If I get lucky enough.

  I tap the mic, testing to see if it still worked. Just before we begin to play, I glimpse Mike’s boss walking around. He comes up to us and says,

  “By the way, make sure to sing a few sad songs. People tend to drink more when they’re sad.”

  So we do. Mike begins to play a few notes to “Nothing Can Hurt Me.” by MandoPony. It wasn’t the exact same notes, but since it was only a cover, it made more sense. Then when it was my cue to sing, I do. Badly at first, until my hands on the mic warm up, then overtime I become better.

  Is it finally over?
  Are you finally done?
  Are you happy now?
  Did you have your fun?

  I hope that it was worth it
  All the tears I cried
  While you were laughing
  I was terrified

  And if I never see you again
  Please remember me the way I was
  Before I was broken

  And if I never wake
  I pray the Lord my soul to take
  And your words won't hurt me anymore
  No, your words can't hurt me anymore.
  No more...

  I hope for peace
  Maybe it's all for the best
  No more Nightmares
  In my final rest

  But one thing I'll never know
Is why you treated me like you did
  I was your only sister
  And I was just a kid...

  I wonder what mom and dad, will do?
  I hope one day they'll learn
  To forgive you

  And if I never wake
  I'll pray the Lord my soul to take
  And nothing can hurt me anymore
  No, nothing can hurt me...

  Anymore…

  Then, we play a cover of “Balloons” by MandoPony, “When You’re Gone” by Avril Lavigne and the acoustic version of “Diary of Jane” by Breaking Benjamin.

  After a few hours of playing those songs, I see Mike’s boss motioning us to the bar. We both do so and follow.

  There are some bowls of (favorite food) waiting for us, along with some delicious, mouth watering (favorite food side). And beside our bowls were some $20. My eyes went huge and soon I found myself grinning excitedly like a fool.

  Mike saw my reaction and just smiles and chuckles at me. “See? I told you you’d eat and earn some money.”

  I can’t lie. The food filled me with such gustatory delight. It’s beyond delicious. It’s like a blood transfusion.

  “Hey, Mike,” I say in between bites, “This is amazing. Thanks for bringing me here.”

  He’s about to say something back when this guy comes over, takes the spoon and fork out of his bowl and starts taking a few bites out of it.

  I get kind of concerned until I see the two fist bumping each other.

  “This is Jeremy Fitzgerald.” Mike tells me, “Jeremy, this is (Name). I found her at Freddy’s Fazbear’s Pizza. In fact, I found out she works the night shift as well. She’s also got talent, too.”

  “Then what’s she doing with you?” Jeremy asks.

  He turns to me, and… like… wow. To be honest, he’s pretty cute. And fine. Almost as fine as Mike.

  Damn.

  No, I mean really.

  He’s about as tall as Mike, a tad bit shorter though. But he’s lean with brown, short shaggy light brown hair. He’s got high cheekbones. His blue ocean eyes seemed as warm as coffee.

  “So, what are you doing here? Were you planning on doing anything special tonight, Jerm?”

  “No, I’m working sadly. Just came to see you guys play honestly.”

  I stay silent as they talk. The spare time of silence didn’t last long before I took my phone out from my pocket and check the time. I nearly choke on my last bite.

  10:30 PM. I have to be at my shift in two and a half hours. And this restaurant’s location is nowhere close to the pizzeria. Not like my grandparents’ house is.

  I get up and face Mike and Jeremy.

  “Guys, I would really love to stay and stick around longer, but I can’t.”

  “Why?” Mike blinks a few times, then it comes back to him, “Oh, wait... Is it because of the night shift you have tonight, right?” he says, sounding a bit disappointed.

“Yep. Unfortunately.” I sigh. I felt bad. Really bad. I wanted to stay with these two for as long as possible. But if hadn’t been for that shitty ass job…

  “Well,” Mike hesitates, “You go and do what you gotta do.” he insists, “I guess we’ll see you another time?”

  “Sure, that’ll be fine.” I agreed, smiling.

  He smiles back. “Anyways, see you later, (Name).”

  “Oh!” Jeremy speaks up, chewing some of his food as he talks, “It was nice knowing you by the way, (Name)!”

  I grin at the two as I wave them goodbye, make my way to the door and rush out the building.

  Next stop.

  To the biggest hellhole ever invented on this Earth.

                                                                                          ***

  My lungs were burning. I ran as fast as I could to this damn building. After taking the subway train to make my travel a bit easier, of course.

  I take a few heavy breaths as I place my stuff on the desk. My head’s almost a sweaty mess.

  The office was actually warm and clean. Not even the fan was enough to cool the place down a bit.

  I guess the AC isn’t working or something.

  I remove my hoodie quickly as I glance down at my phone on the desk.

  11:55pm it said, as the device shone brightly against my face.

  I sit in my chair, only to receive yet another phone call.

  How is this guy even doing all these messages throughout these nights? I wonder curiously as I, of course, let it go to voicemail.

  ''Hello, hello? Hey you're doing great! Most people don’t last this long. I mean, you know, they usually move on to other things by now. I'm not implying that they died. Th-th-that’s not what I meant. Uh, anyway I better not take up too much of your time. Things start getting real tonight.”

  I raise an eyebrow. What the hell does he mean by that?

"Uh... Hey, listen, I had an idea: if you happen to get caught and want to avoid getting stuffed into a Freddy suit, uhh, try playing dead! You know, go limp. Then there's a chance that, uh, maybe they’ll think that you're an empty costume instead…”

  I suddenly feel slightly nauseous and have this huge desire to vomit. The more he talked, the more it made my heart race even faster. None of his little “advice” was helping my fear. Not at all.

  “Then again if they think you're an empty costume, they might try to... stuff a metal skeleton into you. I wonder how that would work… Yeah, never mind, scratch that. It's best just not to get caught.”

  Yeah, good thinking... fucking Sherlock.

  “Um... Okay, I'll leave you to it. See you on the flip side!”

  As soon as I blink, I scream loudly and nearly jump out of my chair almost immediately. There was a guy dressed in all black and gold dress suit. He had golden dirty blonde hair. Although what really frightened me, was his eyes. They were completely pitch black, the only thing indicating in them were his bright, white irises.

  “Oh, please,” he says with a slight smirk as he rolls his eyes, leaning against the desk as he placed his hands on it to support him. “Like I’m gonna do anything to you, sweetheart. Relax.”

  “What exactly are you here for then?” I ask hesitantly, trying to sound confident.

  He just chuckles. And when he does, damn is it terrifying. His laughter sounded like a million demons speaking all at once. It sent many chills down my spine. In fact, I almost wanted to cover my ears. But I don’t.

  “I, in particular, am not here for any reason or cause. Although…” He trails off, snickering some more. “I did come here to warn you the boys aren’t really too happy with you. Especially my brother. Or "boss", as what he usually prefers to be called. Yeah, he's definitely pissed.”

  “The boys?” I inquire loudly. “What boys? Who are you talking about, and why the hell are they even mad at me?”

  Before he could even respond, I hear heavy footsteps stomping their way down the West Hall. They seemed human however.


  Thankfully.

  “Uh-oh, looks like someone’s coming,” the blonde male says aloud, looking a bit concerned at first before he started snickering again.

  “What?”

  “Looks like they’re here, darling.~” he said in a smooth, singy-songy voice.

  And when I look over, I realize my guess was right. Because there stood the same male dressed in brown that I saw the other day. Freddy. It had to be. His demeanor seemed almost skeptical... and also seething with anger too.

  His blue eyes glare at me as he makes his way over to me. I take a few steps back when he does, but when I do he takes ahold of my wrist and yanks me close to him.. I feel very frightened and uncomfortable now.

  “Why were you hanging around that damn, son of a bitch?” he questioned, his voice raising a bit.

  “What’re you talking about!?” I exclaim, trying not to burst out screaming in horror.

  “Don’t act like you don’t know.” I hear someone else say. I see it’s Bonnie, also in his human form, crossing his arms and frowning at me. “We all saw you earlier with that Mike Schmidt guy. What were you doing hanging around him, (Name)?”

  “What? Mike? What’s so wrong with him?” I ask louder, my eyes widening by each and every moment. “He just took me to some fancy restaurant for some money. And for some food because I haven’t eaten anything all day. Why the hell is it such a big deal? Especially to you guys anyways.”

  Bonnie just blushed and ran his hand through his hair anxiously, while Freddy just growled.

  “Because we all hate him. To hell and back. He was a previous security guard way before you started coming here. Something about him is triggering us not to trust him. And we certainly don’t want you to be around him either.”

  I scoff and blink a few times before saying, “Oh? I didn’t know you’re the one who dictates who I fucking hang out with and who I don’t.”

  Freddy says something, but I don’t pay him attention as I take a glimpse at the entrance. It’s only a few yards away.

  I take this chance to push Freddy and Bonnie out of the way and sprint out the left door.

  “That isn’t such a good idea, (Name).” A voice echoes out to me as I continue my pace.

  It seemed like it belonged to the gold blonde back in the office, but to be honest, I didn’t care at this moment. I wanted to get out of here. Never return. I didn’t give a shit about the salary for this job anymore. I didn’t give a shit what my dad thought anymore. I just want to go home. Be in a place where I was safe at least. I feel like the Effexor pills have really taken over me now. Everything that was happening seemed too fucking crazy for me to believe.

  The exit’s only a few more feet away.

  Fifty. Twenty. Ten.

  I’m almost there. But almost isn’t enough. I don’t know if I’d make it out. Or if the doors were even open during night hours.

I soon realize I’m going to die. Under this evil, demonic place they call “Fazbear’s Pizza”.

  I knew it for a fact.

  And suddenly, I don’t want to.

  I put on a last desperate burst of speed. Just as I reach the exit, only a split second ahead from merging out the door, something grips onto my arm. It yanks me towards it, and my feet almost come off the ground and I’m screaming in huge terror.

  I soon find myself slammed and pinned against the wall. Whimpering under its power. I feel defenseless. So vulnerable. My lips start to quiver as I lift my head to see my dominant attacker.

  “You’re not going anywhere, (Name).” Freddy barks, gritting his perfect white teeth. His eyes now become all pitch black and his white irises shined garishly in the dark. His face almost immediately comes closer to mine as he whispers against my ear.

  “You’re all ours, (Name), you hear me? No one else is allowed to have you but us.. You’re mine, got that?..~”

  And then, he suddenly grabs my face with both of his hands and kisses me hard on the mouth.

  My eyes went huge at his actions. I struggle at first, but eventually, I impulsively fall into it. He tasted sweet and warm. So many emotions swam through my veins. Confusion, anger and lust. All at once. Pretty soon the kiss quickly escalates into something else. Something steamy. He then slides in his tongue to my surprise, making my face heat up. Our tongues were battling for dominance, but of course, he won. As he explored every inch of my whole mouth, a slight soft moan escaped my lips. My (eye color) eyes gaze into his, only to find him smiling seductively at my sudden actions.

  Before anything else transpired, I unexpectedly hear the bell ringing. I glance up at the clock on the wall.

  6AM already? Damn.

  Why do these nights feel like they’re flying by in a heartbeat?

  As we both slowly release from the kiss, a trail of saliva connecting us, he removes his hands from my wrists and smiles at me.

  “See you tomorrow night, then, (Name).~” he purrs before smirking slightly and wandering off into the darkness.

  My face was as bright as a fucking tomato right now. I was damn sure of it. Because even after his presence had left me, I could still feel the heat on my cheeks. It was like wild fire.

  Still bewildered with what just happened, I slowly make my way to the office. No one’s in it now. Just me.

  I pick up my things, put my hoodie back on me and head out the door.

  I was completely speechless. I just blankly stare off into space. Truthfully, I was too speechless and shocked to say anything.

  Did that… seriously just happen? …What? But what was all that fuss about earlier…? I question myself before I exit the building and off to my house.

  Then again, maybe I did enjoy it at the same time too... It did turn me on a little, I admit.

Wait, what? What the hell am I saying?...

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(A/N: I. AM. SO. SO. SO. SO. SO. SOOOOOOO FUCKING SUPER DUPER SORRY ABOUT THIS VERY LATE UPDATE!! >.< ;A; Since school started again for me, it's been harder for me to update this series a lot more than before. But don't worry! I'll still update these here and there Just... not as quick as you'd expect it to be I really am sorry about this guys... Like I said, this series is probably one of the hardest I've done and the process of updating these can be a pain in the ASS. ;__;

But besides the point, I'm really sorry if this chapter seems a bit weird and rushed. Like I said, it's really hard for me to update these.

But other than that, I really hope you guys like it. c: <33 )

Chapter Seven

     (June 25, XXXX)

   (Reader’s POV)

    It was almost past 5 o’clock. Mike escorts me inside the tiny, fancy restaurant he was talking about. As we walk inside, he grabs my hand and takes me towards a glowing zinc-topped bar. To be honest, the place was much more improved and much more cleaner than how I remembered it.

    “She’s good though, boss.” Mike says. He’s talking to a pretty tall guy in a black dress suit. His facial features were hard to make out. His kept his head down, making the light fall across the upper part of his black fedora, leaving everything except his chin and mouth in shadow. And frankly, there was a cigar in it too.

  He glances at me, his eyes flicker from my head and down, then looks back up and turns to Mike.

  “She’s skinny,” he said coldly, looking unhappy.

  “So? And your point is…?”

  “So? She’ll eat all the food in this damn restaurant!” He sighs and shakes his head.

  “Oh, Mikeyboy…” he says calmly, placing one hand on his shoulder, “Why do you always gotta bring me all these stray dogs to my restaurant? PG. Jeremy. Now this one!”

Mike rolls his eyes and sighs irritably under his breath as he tugs on my hoodie.

  “Come on. This way.”

  I overhear his boss tell another waiter, “No one fucking cares if she’s good. My customers don’t wanna see some plain ol’ talented young women. They want real, pretty ones. With big boobs and big asses that can shake.”

“I’ll be sure to bring some next time,” I say, rolling my eyes. He doesn’t hear me, but Mike does.

  “Just don’t pay him any attention, (Name),” he assures me, “Boss has always been like that. For many years actually.”

  “You think anyone hassles Kim Kardashian about her boobs and ass too?”

  “Just forget it, (Name). Don’t worry about it. All that matters is the food and the money being given to us. I figured this would be a good idea for us to maybe earn a few dollars or so. Besides, I heard he’s serving (favorite food) tonight. I can smell it.”

  He ushers me to a giant stage that’s no bigger than a freakin’ manhole. It’s a tad bit larger than the stage at Fazbear’s pizzeria, but still.

  As we took a step on the stage, he goes and sits himself right in front of a black console piano, positions himself to start playing and looks at me.

  My eyes look over to the audience. My heart drops and my legs start to tremble like kite strings. There was over a hundred people in this place. My stomach was starting to turn. I felt uneasy. I was so tempted to just dart off the stage. But I didn’t. I couldn’t.

  I may not be the best singer in Kansas City, but hopefully this’ll all pay off. At least I’ll have some spare money in my pockets when I’m done. If I get lucky enough.

  I tap the mic, testing to see if it still worked. Just before we begin to play, I glimpse Mike’s boss walking around. He comes up to us and says,

  “By the way, make sure to sing a few sad songs. People tend to drink more when they’re sad.”

  So we do. Mike begins to play a few notes to “Nothing Can Hurt Me.” by MandoPony. It wasn’t the exact same notes, but since it was only a cover, it made more sense. Then when it was my cue to sing, I do. Badly at first, until my hands on the mic warm up, then overtime I become better.

  Is it finally over?
  Are you finally done?
  Are you happy now?
  Did you have your fun?

  I hope that it was worth it
  All the tears I cried
  While you were laughing
  I was terrified

  And if I never see you again
  Please remember me the way I was
  Before I was broken

  And if I never wake
  I pray the Lord my soul to take
  And your words won't hurt me anymore
  No, your words can't hurt me anymore.
  No more...

  I hope for peace
  Maybe it's all for the best
  No more Nightmares
  In my final rest

  But one thing I'll never know
Is why you treated me like you did
  I was your only sister
  And I was just a kid...

  I wonder what mom and dad, will do?
  I hope one day they'll learn
  To forgive you

  And if I never wake
  I'll pray the Lord my soul to take
  And nothing can hurt me anymore
  No, nothing can hurt me...

  Anymore…

  Then, we play a cover of “Balloons” by MandoPony, “When You’re Gone” by Avril Lavigne and the acoustic version of “Diary of Jane” by Breaking Benjamin.

  After a few hours of playing those songs, I see Mike’s boss motioning us to the bar. We both do so and follow.

  There are some bowls of (favorite food) waiting for us, along with some delicious, mouth watering (favorite food side). And beside our bowls were some $20. My eyes went huge and soon I found myself grinning excitedly like a fool.

  Mike saw my reaction and just smiles and chuckles at me. “See? I told you you’d eat and earn some money.”

  I can’t lie. The food filled me with such gustatory delight. It’s beyond delicious. It’s like a blood transfusion.

  “Hey, Mike,” I say in between bites, “This is amazing. Thanks for bringing me here.”

  He’s about to say something back when this guy comes over, takes the spoon and fork out of his bowl and starts taking a few bites out of it.

  I get kind of concerned until I see the two fist bumping each other.

  “This is Jeremy Fitzgerald.” Mike tells me, “Jeremy, this is (Name). I found her at Freddy’s Fazbear’s Pizza. In fact, I found out she works the night shift as well. She’s also got talent, too.”

  “Then what’s she doing with you?” Jeremy asks.

  He turns to me, and… like… wow. To be honest, he’s pretty cute. And fine. Almost as fine as Mike.

  Damn.

  No, I mean really.

  He’s about as tall as Mike, a tad bit shorter though. But he’s lean with brown, short shaggy light brown hair. He’s got high cheekbones. His blue ocean eyes seemed as warm as coffee.

  “So, what are you doing here? Were you planning on doing anything special tonight, Jerm?”

  “No, I’m working sadly. Just came to see you guys play honestly.”

  I stay silent as they talk. The spare time of silence didn’t last long before I took my phone out from my pocket and check the time. I nearly choke on my last bite.

  10:30 PM. I have to be at my shift in two and a half hours. And this restaurant’s location is nowhere close to the pizzeria. Not like my grandparents’ house is.

  I get up and face Mike and Jeremy.

  “Guys, I would really love to stay and stick around longer, but I can’t.”

  “Why?” Mike blinks a few times, then it comes back to him, “Oh, wait... Is it because of the night shift you have tonight, right?” he says, sounding a bit disappointed.

“Yep. Unfortunately.” I sigh. I felt bad. Really bad. I wanted to stay with these two for as long as possible. But if hadn’t been for that shitty ass job…

  “Well,” Mike hesitates, “You go and do what you gotta do.” he insists, “I guess we’ll see you another time?”

  “Sure, that’ll be fine.” I agreed, smiling.

  He smiles back. “Anyways, see you later, (Name).”

  “Oh!” Jeremy speaks up, chewing some of his food as he talks, “It was nice knowing you by the way, (Name)!”

  I grin at the two as I wave them goodbye, make my way to the door and rush out the building.

  Next stop.

  To the biggest hellhole ever invented on this Earth.

                                                                                          ***

  My lungs were burning. I ran as fast as I could to this damn building. After taking the subway train to make my travel a bit easier, of course.

  I take a few heavy breaths as I place my stuff on the desk. My head’s almost a sweaty mess.

  The office was actually warm and clean. Not even the fan was enough to cool the place down a bit.

  I guess the AC isn’t working or something.

  I remove my hoodie quickly as I glance down at my phone on the desk.

  11:55pm it said, as the device shone brightly against my face.

  I sit in my chair, only to receive yet another phone call.

  How is this guy even doing all these messages throughout these nights? I wonder curiously as I, of course, let it go to voicemail.

  ''Hello, hello? Hey you're doing great! Most people don’t last this long. I mean, you know, they usually move on to other things by now. I'm not implying that they died. Th-th-that’s not what I meant. Uh, anyway I better not take up too much of your time. Things start getting real tonight.”

  I raise an eyebrow. What the hell does he mean by that?

"Uh... Hey, listen, I had an idea: if you happen to get caught and want to avoid getting stuffed into a Freddy suit, uhh, try playing dead! You know, go limp. Then there's a chance that, uh, maybe they’ll think that you're an empty costume instead…”

  I suddenly feel slightly nauseous and have this huge desire to vomit. The more he talked, the more it made my heart race even faster. None of his little “advice” was helping my fear. Not at all.

  “Then again if they think you're an empty costume, they might try to... stuff a metal skeleton into you. I wonder how that would work… Yeah, never mind, scratch that. It's best just not to get caught.”

  Yeah, good thinking... fucking Sherlock.

  “Um... Okay, I'll leave you to it. See you on the flip side!”

  As soon as I blink, I scream loudly and nearly jump out of my chair almost immediately. There was a guy dressed in all black and gold dress suit. He had golden dirty blonde hair. Although what really frightened me, was his eyes. They were completely pitch black, the only thing indicating in them were his bright, white irises.

  “Oh, please,” he says with a slight smirk as he rolls his eyes, leaning against the desk as he placed his hands on it to support him. “Like I’m gonna do anything to you, sweetheart. Relax.”

  “What exactly are you here for then?” I ask hesitantly, trying to sound confident.

  He just chuckles. And when he does, damn is it terrifying. His laughter sounded like a million demons speaking all at once. It sent many chills down my spine. In fact, I almost wanted to cover my ears. But I don’t.

  “I, in particular, am not here for any reason or cause. Although…” He trails off, snickering some more. “I did come here to warn you the boys aren’t really too happy with you. Especially my brother. Or "boss", as what he usually prefers to be called. Yeah, he's definitely pissed.”

  “The boys?” I inquire loudly. “What boys? Who are you talking about, and why the hell are they even mad at me?”

  Before he could even respond, I hear heavy footsteps stomping their way down the West Hall. They seemed human however.


  Thankfully.

  “Uh-oh, looks like someone’s coming,” the blonde male says aloud, looking a bit concerned at first before he started snickering again.

  “What?”

  “Looks like they’re here, darling.~” he said in a smooth, singy-songy voice.

  And when I look over, I realize my guess was right. Because there stood the same male dressed in brown that I saw the other day. Freddy. It had to be. His demeanor seemed almost skeptical... and also seething with anger too.

  His blue eyes glare at me as he makes his way over to me. I take a few steps back when he does, but when I do he takes ahold of my wrist and yanks me close to him.. I feel very frightened and uncomfortable now.

  “Why were you hanging around that damn, son of a bitch?” he questioned, his voice raising a bit.

  “What’re you talking about!?” I exclaim, trying not to burst out screaming in horror.

  “Don’t act like you don’t know.” I hear someone else say. I see it’s Bonnie, also in his human form, crossing his arms and frowning at me. “We all saw you earlier with that Mike Schmidt guy. What were you doing hanging around him, (Name)?”

  “What? Mike? What’s so wrong with him?” I ask louder, my eyes widening by each and every moment. “He just took me to some fancy restaurant for some money. And for some food because I haven’t eaten anything all day. Why the hell is it such a big deal? Especially to you guys anyways.”

  Bonnie just blushed and ran his hand through his hair anxiously, while Freddy just growled.

  “Because we all hate him. To hell and back. He was a previous security guard way before you started coming here. Something about him is triggering us not to trust him. And we certainly don’t want you to be around him either.”

  I scoff and blink a few times before saying, “Oh? I didn’t know you’re the one who dictates who I fucking hang out with and who I don’t.”

  Freddy says something, but I don’t pay him attention as I take a glimpse at the entrance. It’s only a few yards away.

  I take this chance to push Freddy and Bonnie out of the way and sprint out the left door.

  “That isn’t such a good idea, (Name).” A voice echoes out to me as I continue my pace.

  It seemed like it belonged to the gold blonde back in the office, but to be honest, I didn’t care at this moment. I wanted to get out of here. Never return. I didn’t give a shit about the salary for this job anymore. I didn’t give a shit what my dad thought anymore. I just want to go home. Be in a place where I was safe at least. I feel like the Effexor pills have really taken over me now. Everything that was happening seemed too fucking crazy for me to believe.

  The exit’s only a few more feet away.

  Fifty. Twenty. Ten.

  I’m almost there. But almost isn’t enough. I don’t know if I’d make it out. Or if the doors were even open during night hours.

I soon realize I’m going to die. Under this evil, demonic place they call “Fazbear’s Pizza”.

  I knew it for a fact.

  And suddenly, I don’t want to.

  I put on a last desperate burst of speed. Just as I reach the exit, only a split second ahead from merging out the door, something grips onto my arm. It yanks me towards it, and my feet almost come off the ground and I’m screaming in huge terror.

  I soon find myself slammed and pinned against the wall. Whimpering under its power. I feel defenseless. So vulnerable. My lips start to quiver as I lift my head to see my dominant attacker.

  “You’re not going anywhere, (Name).” Freddy barks, gritting his perfect white teeth. His eyes now become all pitch black and his white irises shined garishly in the dark. His face almost immediately comes closer to mine as he whispers against my ear.

  “You’re all ours, (Name), you hear me? No one else is allowed to have you but us.. You’re mine, got that?..~”

  And then, he suddenly grabs my face with both of his hands and kisses me hard on the mouth.

  My eyes went huge at his actions. I struggle at first, but eventually, I impulsively fall into it. He tasted sweet and warm. So many emotions swam through my veins. Confusion, anger and lust. All at once. Pretty soon the kiss quickly escalates into something else. Something steamy. He then slides in his tongue to my surprise, making my face heat up. Our tongues were battling for dominance, but of course, he won. As he explored every inch of my whole mouth, a slight soft moan escaped my lips. My (eye color) eyes gaze into his, only to find him smiling seductively at my sudden actions.

  Before anything else transpired, I unexpectedly hear the bell ringing. I glance up at the clock on the wall.

  6AM already? Damn.

  Why do these nights feel like they’re flying by in a heartbeat?

  As we both slowly release from the kiss, a trail of saliva connecting us, he removes his hands from my wrists and smiles at me.

  “See you tomorrow night, then, (Name).~” he purrs before smirking slightly and wandering off into the darkness.

  My face was as bright as a fucking tomato right now. I was damn sure of it. Because even after his presence had left me, I could still feel the heat on my cheeks. It was like wild fire.

  Still bewildered with what just happened, I slowly make my way to the office. No one’s in it now. Just me.

  I pick up my things, put my hoodie back on me and head out the door.

  I was completely speechless. I just blankly stare off into space. Truthfully, I was too speechless and shocked to say anything.

  Did that… seriously just happen? …What? But what was all that fuss about earlier…? I question myself before I exit the building and off to my house.

  Then again, maybe I did enjoy it at the same time too... It did turn me on a little, I admit.

Wait, what? What the hell am I saying?...