~ Scenarios From The Darkest Parts Of My Head ~ 〈 2020-21 〉 ( Completed )

//• Third Night •//

Disclaimer: Contains graphic depiction of violence. If you're triggered by such stuff, do not read-

This, is something I've been wanting to write for quite a while now, but I just couldn't get the motivation.

Y'know, the death-screen of FNaF 1, I decided to write smth over that 'empty' suit ... A nightguard, watching over the animatronics, but ends up in the hands of a terrible fate.

The question is ... Will he survive?
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Bang!

He abruptly jumped in his chair, darting his eyes around in a frantic manner. Breathing heavy, forehead damp with sweat. It was a seemingly warmer night, so the sweating wasn't something he had to worry about. The fan on his desk was still working at a rapidly slow pace, and no matter how many times he tried to speed it up, it would end up returning at the same speed.

Fixing his cap so he could have a view of the front clearly, his eyes paused at the camera. Stuck in the same place it was before he had zoned out; Pirate's Cove, closed curtains, the purple fabric was stationary, showing no movement whatsoever.

Abruptly, his mind flashed back to the sound he'd woken up to, the bang ... Where did it come from? That was something he had to find out. After all, if he couldn't get his job right, he wouldn't be getting paid for it.

"Your job is to watch over the animatronics, and make sure, no trespasser tries to take advantage of our empty restaurant." Keeping those words in mind, he leaned forward with his arms on the desk, focused, and ready for anything.

Click, click, click ... Every camera seemed to imply that nothing was there, yet, the feeling of someone else being out there made him feel ... Overwhelmed to say the most. His breathing just couldn't get back on a normal run, eyebrows furrowing in pure agitation. When he couldn't take it anymore, he stood up, he slid out of that chair and began pacing about, trying to control his out-of-place breathing. He gave himself the assurance that nothing was there, he was fine. He was alone, with four lifeless, entertaining mascots; machines, that were under his command. Nothing, would harm him, unless there was something unplanned, that he didn't know about.

Suddenly, his thoughts stopped, his body froze ... When he managed to get out of that situation, his head turned toward the cameras, eyes widening and breathing almost becoming equal to zero; he could feel and hear his heart pound faster and faster at the sight ...

Someone was there, just as he had thought. Standing, still ... Quiet ... They had their back faced away from the camera, head tilted a bit upward as if they were watching the mascots. What astonished him more, was when he could hear the animatronics talking, the deep, masculine giggle of the lead-animatronic being the most prominent. They weren't moving, so how could there possibly be such a sound ...

He observed the figure attentively, going unaware of everything around, just, having his eyes on the black outline of the human out there.

No change of view made his hand rummage around the small keyboard-like object, until he finally reached the camera-flash button, upon pressing it, however, the camera glitched out, static began to surround its corners, until, in the very next second, he noticed the figure turn toward it. However, before he got to see its face, the camera cut out to abrupt static and shut down.

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Chilling silence filled the office.