Five Nights

Night 5

[Ty's POV]

I woke up at 11:20. "Gracie, I gotta go, love you so much." I said, kissing her. "Love you too, baby." Gracie replied, arms wrapped around my chest and upper back. I loaded a Glock-18 semi-automatic pistol, I had my name engraved in cursive on the grip. The gun was the shiniest colour of gold. I put it in my holster and walked to the parking garage.

I finally arrived at Freddy's again. The manager tossed me the keys and wished me luck. I placed my hand on the door's cold, metal handle. This is it. Let's fuck shit up. I then entered and locked the door before running to the office at top speed.

I walked inside of the office to see Foxy texting on an iPhone while he laid down in my office chair sideways. "Hey." I said. "Hey. Whooooooa--where'd you get the gun?" Foxy asked, pointing to the golden pistol in my holster. "I ordered a custom." I simply replied. The phone rang and I hesitated but finally picked it up. I was greeted to a low gurgle of nonsense. "W-what...?" I whispered. I heard a low animatronic screech. "Tonight's gonna be shit, my friend. I know a song that could help play through the mood and give us a bit of motivation." Foxy said, searching something on his phone.

Some music started and it had the exact same deep laughter in it that I hear when Freddy's offstage. "We're waiting ev'ry night to finally roam and invite newcomers to play with us, for many years we've been all alone. We're forced to be still and play the same songs we've known since that day, an imposter took our life away, now we're stuck here to decay! PLEASE LET US GET IN! DON'T LOCK US AWAY! WE'RE NOT LIKE WHAT YOU'RE THINKING! WE'RE POOR LITTLE SOULS, WHO'VE LOST ALL CONTROL, AND WE'RE FORCED HERE TO TAKE THAT ROLL! WE'VE BEEN ALL ALONE, STUCK IN OUR LITTLE ZONE SINCE 1987! JOIN US- BE OUR FRIEND, OR JUST BE STUCK AN' DEFEND! AFTER ALL, YOU'VE ONLY GOT FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDYYYYYYYY'S!! IS THIS WHERE YOU WANNA BE? I JUST DON'T GET IIIIIIIIIIT! WHY DO YOU WANT TO STAY, FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDYYYYYYY'S! IS THIS WHERE YOU WANNA BE? I JUST DON'T GET IIIIIIIT!!! WHY DO WANT TO STAY? FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDYYYYYYYYY'S--OH!

[dubstep solo bitches]

We're really quite surprised we get to see you 'nother night, you should have looked for another job-- should have said to this place "Good-bye!" It's like there's so much more, maybe you've been in this place before. We remember a face like yours, you seem acquainted with those doors! PLEASE LET US GET IN! DON'T LOCK US AWAY! WE'RE NOT LIKE WHAT YOU'RE THINKING! WE'RE POOR LITTLE SOULS, WHO HAVE LOST ALL CONTROL, AND NOW WE'RE FORCED HERE TO TAKE THAT ROLL! WE'VE BEEN ALL ALONE! STUCK IN OUR LITTLE ZONE, SINCE 1987! JOIN US- BE OUR FRIEND, OR JUST BE STUCK AN' DEFEND! AFTER ALL, YOU'VE ONLY GOT FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDYYYYYYY'S! IS THIS WHERE YOU WANNA BE? I JUST DON'T GET IIIIIIIIIT! WHY DO YOU WANT TO STAY?! FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDYYYYYYYYYY'S! IS THIS WHERE YOU WANNA BE? I JUST DON'T GET IIIIIIIIT! WHY DO YOU WANT TO STAY--
FIVE
NIGHTS
AT
FREDDYYYYYYYYYYYY'S!!--oh!"

That was the end of the song. It seemed to get Freddy in the corner of the hall, and Bonnie at my door. I sighed. "What do you want, Bonnie?" I asked. "To congratulate you on gettin' through your first week." The purple rabbit said. Oh so you're not gonna beat the piss outta me again? "Why should I let you in if last time you just beat the hell out of me?" I asked, ready to close the door. "I really won't this time, promise. Foxy must be right about you being human. Our endoskeletons don't have a nerve system to show pain." Bonnie said. "Not convinced." I said. "If you close the door I will stand in front of it until you do let me in." Bonnie growled before I could even put my hand on the button. I sighed. "Fine. Get the fuck in here." I finally said, moving out of the way. Bonnie walked in and took out his phone. "What the hell? Where do you guys get these phones, and where the hell do you keep them?" I asked. "Foxy's got pockets on his ripped-up pants, and I just stuff it between the little spacings in my legs. Even Chica has a pink one. Freddy's got a Samsung Galaxy." Bonnie explained, rolling his eyes at the last one. "But how d'you get 'em?" I asked, shrugging. "We pick 'em up from the lost and found, matey." Foxy said, not taking his eyes off of his phone's screen.

An hour passed. "This's gettin' boring." I heard Bonnie mutter. "Yeah, well I have to go through this for a week." I said. "I feel bad for you." Bonnie replied. I walked up to the desk to take a sip from my coffee and looked into the left hall to see little white pupils staring at me. "What the fuck is that?" I asked, pointing to it with my mug. Bonnie and Foxy looked out in the hall. "Shit, that's Fredbear!" Bonnie shouted. "The little gold fucker that mutilated my eye when I was a kid?! GET THE BASTARD!!" I started running after him, not caring about the danger of Chica and Freddy.

Golden Freddy's metal feet clunked against the floor as he ran. I sprinted after him at top speed. I jumped onto him and punched him across the face, not caring he was metal. I kept throwing punch after punch. "This is for my eye! Here! Have another punch!" I shouted, barely noticing my knuckles were bleeding. I yanked off the mask to reveal a man with purple paint all over him. I started punching him as he had his insane smile staring up into my face. "FUCK YOU! FUCK. YOU! YOU'RE FUCKING CRAZY, YOU FUCKIN' FUCKER!" I shouted as I punched his face. I held him face-to-face by his collar of his... Uniform? He works here? "How'd you get into my office on my second night?" I asked in a low growl. He laughed with a cough. "Hid under your fuckin' desk, retard." He said. "Who. Are. You." I asked, hand on my gun. "Vincent." He said. "Vincent, 'who'?" I asked. "Vincent, the guy who ripped out your goddamn eye!" The insane purple-painted guard said.