Chapter 3: Day 2

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by CatDreamAuthor

by CatDreamAuthor

A/N: GUESS WHAT, IT'S BACK! In other terms: Please do not read this if you have any problems with fanfictions or other things like that. And a note to parents, do not let your children read this. It can give them nightmares or other crazy stuff like that. And I don't want that. Please enjoy, and beware.

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Chapter 3

Day 2

I pick up the tablet and look on the screen. Nothing to be seen. All of them are in place. Well, that's good, I suppose. A thought strikes my mind. Why can't I just escape while they're not moving? It's foolproof! I get up and run for the exit. My heart is beating hard. Maybe I can get out of here. There's a high possibility.

There will be light in here. No more of this phony cheap pizza. No more animatronics. No more children getting hurt. I will be the one to change it all. I am a chosen one. Fire will take over this putrid place. I reach into my bag, still running, and grab a lighter and dynamite. Why would I have this? My dad passed them down. For strictly emergencies. He would be proud of me for doing this.

Matches fly out of my bag, and a single cigarette I found on the floor. I grab the cigarette and light it, put it in Chucky's system, and watch as it crumples down. The time is getting short. My hands go and light the bomb. I run and right as I exit, throw the bomb. Oh, yeah, my dad would be proud of me. I hope he's watching.

Spotting my car, I jump towards it. I open the door and get in, and start it up. Back up. Move. Don't lose faith. Some people would, but I beg to differ. I'm something different. Not like your average night guard. This was too easy. The bomb explodes in front of me. Animatronics fly out, one by one, crumpling into tiny bits.

Guts and human parts fly out, blood running freely. What a nice surprise. The cops. They drive up to me, and I pull over, still in my uniform for work. Frog, I forgot to take this off! A cop walks up to me, and I roll down a window.

"Excuse me miss," he says, "do you have anything to do with this?" I panic.

"Y-yes, officer. But you need to understand. It was for a good reason. It's not right in there. The animatronics would eat people who worked the night shift, and I'm not kidding. I had to blow it up. I'm so very sorry," I spit out.

The officer strokes his mustache. "Alright, I believe you. I'll let you off the hook. But if this happens again, you won't see the light of day ever again." And with those words, he walks away and gets into his car with another officer in it. But then I realize. The other officer was recording it all.