One has the Key

Paranormal at my Door

Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria

Ground Gray Street

4:37 AM

Opening Time: 8:30 AM

Night Security breach: On

Camera closing time: 7:00 AM

Date: March 18

Mike searches through the many files that piled the under desk for who knows how many years they took up of camera service and paychecks given at the end of each week, sometimes sooner if work was pushed beyond its requirement. Camera tapes that were labeled either "Day" or "Night Hours" on the top of the black casing that contained the number of scenes takin each day and night. The new tapes come in every half of the week from the second half of the last week. This rule was due for crime investigation and restaurant grading on how the animatronics are worked and how they performed without problems in their metal human-like bodies. It sounded useless to some people: recording videos that were nothing but the kids running around, dancing to the Fazbear gang's cheer music, arcade games, and even some crying of having to leave their heavenly place. It kept the guards on duty and it gave them their money from what they see from the cameras. Once, they caught a woman who was sneaking into the kitchen to fetch her child some more chili sauce when Chica didn't go in there till fifteen minutes later for the cake to be revealed for the one birthday served that same day. She was fined by the restaurant for stealing and got a paid up warning that charged for any else she tried to get her pale hands on. It the camera's job to do great work like that, and that's why it wasn't removed since the fall of Fredbear's Family Diner.

The rule came and nagged the guard since he had his small but longest talk with Foxy as he ate his food. He trusted Foxy with all his heart and wouldn't dare never not listen to his behalf. Foxy was a very descriptive pirate fox: and he is a truthful and loyal fox companion whenever he needed to be told for evidence provided by his supervisor based on how the kids were and if new rules or plans should be operated. The reason he asked to talk to him was because of evidence and weird, faint red stains on the animatronic's arms and wrists. Other than Foxy, they only said that it was a scab that had to heal because of kids hugging too hard or grabbing onto their fur and digging their small, but strong fingers to where the skin was under the fur piece. He watched them sometimes leave through the same hall every time he noticed a change on their look and demand they'd wash off before every performance if this was what he keeps seeing. Foxy was the only one that had a semi match to the "stains" on the others' fur which was why he wanted to know if the others were good with him recently. It was something about the way he answered "I'm okay" wasn't right. Foxy has never lied once in his time but it sounded almost too okay to watch for. Sure Foxy had a rough time adjusting and his friends still supported him, but something about the way he answered to Mike about his friends bothered him enough to search through the whole cabinet filled with tapes over the past six years. Swept left and right, black tapes with clean duct tape labels stuck out with colors of each season of the year to be organized by time. Finally, he skipped to three years back, this year almost counting as four years since the bite, and saw the labels as an autumn, orange color on them in completely straight rows. He counted backwards by year until-

"Got it!" Mike whispered under his breath as he pulled out a tape, labeled January 19th, 1987 on the duct tape.

The guard studied the tape carefully and cursed himself for leaving the office in a gigantic screw up that he couldn't walk a step without moving some recordings out of the way to the side in piles. He knew he'd do it later before leaving for his next shift, but now he wanted answers now or never, if Foxy was really telling the truth based on his belief of possession. Like said once before, Mike also believed the paranormal lurked whenever they felt like they could do it without command or warning. You think about them from true stories spread around the world and yet there's still your curiosity wanting to see them for real to believe and give yourself the worst memory that will never erase no matter how much you do to forget. He didn't hesitate another minutes before making sure the doors were locked shut, but before he could turn the cables on, he pulled out black construction paper that is used for lockdown drills or closing hours. Mike only felt to put those up for a good enough reason. He slipped the tape into the place where tapes are inserted in the TV that was part of the cameras, and watched the video footage very carefully.