Five Nights At Freddy Fazbear's Pizza

Fourth Night...

You wake up, relucant to drive to the pizzeria. You're turning into something of a nocturnal wreck, awake late at night but asleep during the daylight hours. You haven't told anyone about your security job and the risks that come with it. But now your nephew is having his party there, tonight. His parents don't know and you only found out because you happened to mention the pizzeria to him. He then proceeded to tell you the dare he was choosing to go through with simply to impress his friends. 

Why his birthday? Why the pizzeria? Why tell you? What sort of friends does he have?

You have no idea.

You drove slowly through the deserted streets to the pizzeria. The pale blue paint coating the outside was familiar to your tired eyes but something seemed wrong. Walking towards the security entrance you spotted a dark stain on the wall. You frowned, unable to fathom what it was in the half light. You shrugged and continued on your way; the animatronics were a lot weirder than a dark patch.

"Hello, phone guy," you said loudly, plonking yourself down into the creaky old spinny chair. "Got any new messages for me?"

"Oh, hey," the phone crackled into life. You listened closely to the message, deciding not to check the cameras just yet. Your power seemed to go down quicker the more nights you stayed, the animatronics more active. In between naps during the day you'd come up with a plan. Only check Pirate's Cove - a friend had told you about the animatronic behind there - and the door lights. Oh, and to check on Freddy every so often. You'd also spoken to someone who's brother had worked at the pizzeria and she said that Bonnie, the rabbit, always came down the left and Chica always on the right. Freddy generally appeared on the left and Foxy, the only animatronic you hadn't yet seen, ran down the hall towards you on your left. You guessed that she was exaggerating when she said 'ran'; they're robots! They can't move faster than a slow shuffle!

"Come at me," you muttered, flicking on the lights out of habit. You jumped and slammed your palm onto the left hand door button; Bonnie was already stood there. You hit the lights again and saw his shadow. You sighed and waited for him to leave. In the meantime you skimmed over the cameras.

"Dum dum dum de dum, dum de dum dum," a voice sang. You froze and stared at Pirate's Cove's camera screen. The purple curtains were shut but you were certain that the animatronic behind had hummed... Foxy the pirate. A gigantic metal fox, most likely taller than you and equipped with a pirate's hook. You shuddered and switched cameras. Freddy hadn't moved, Chica was in the restrooms and that was all you could see. You went back to the world of the living - namely, your office - and turned on the lights. Bonnie's shadow was gone but you couldn't see him on any of the cameras. You frowned and quickly scanned the monitor screens. He was in the dining hall.

"Blimey, you moved back quickly," you murmured to yourself, switching on the lights to your right. Chica had her face pressed up against the grass, grinning grotesquely. You felt your breath catch in your throat and you frantically shut the door. You switched on the lights again and noted that Chica seemed to have two sets of teeth. What? How was that possible?

"Nothing there, nothing here, chicken to my right, pirate fox singing away," you said softly, flicking across the cameras. "Hang on... was that head there before?" Foxy's head was poking through the curtain and he'd stopped singing. You looked at it curiously before shivering and checking different cameras. A large head, merely a siloheutte, was gazing into the camera with white pinpricks for pupils in chasms of black. You jumped and then switched cameras again. No-one else had moved.

Four AM. For once, the night had gone quickly. 

"Come on," you said, steeling yourself for whatever might be in store for the next two hours. "You've got this. Oh come on!" Bonnie was back again at your left, a sudden shock awaiting you in the doorway. You punched the door shut then turned around to see if Chica was still there. She was.

Twenty nine percent power. Where had it all gone?

You gulped and re-checked the cameras. Freddy was gone from the show stage so you estimated that he was the siloheutte. Foxy was right at the edge of his stage but appeared reluctant to move any further. You pursed your lips and turned the cameras off, taking deep breaths.

The lights flickered in your office and something lunged at you out of the darkness. It was only there for a second but a high pitched voice covered with the gravelly tones of a man spoke to you.

"It's Me," it said before vanishing. You screamed and swore, accidentally kicking your chair over. A clock chimed six AM somewhere in the distance and you ran for the door, smashing your way through it and sprinting for your battered old Ford. You wanted nothing more than to go home but something prevented you. Something compelled you to walk around the side of the building and to find out what the stain really was.

When you got there, when you worked it out, you had to fight back vomit. The stain was blood. Child's blood. Your nephew's blood. He and his friends were scattered across the car park and a man dressed in purple was gathering them up. He cracked the glass at the front of the store and walked inside with the five bodies. You retched and quickly covered your mouth, hiding as the purple man turned around. 

Once you were certain that he was gone you walked slowly back to your car. Only now did you notice the large limosuine style car parked near to yours. You took a shaky breath before sliding into your driving seat, roaring away, wheels skidding across the tarmac.