Chapter 6 - Night 4

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"Hello? Hello?" The phone guy's familiar voice sounded from the phone. My 4th shift had just started and, as usual, the phone had rung. I listened intently as I quickly whizzed through all the camera feeds. "Uh, hey there, night four! I told you you'd get the hang of it!" I smiled. He was right, I hadn't died. Well, yet.

"Ok, so uh, just to update you, uh, there's been somewhat of an, uh, investigation going on. Uh, we may end up having to close for a few days... I don't know. I want to emphasize though that it's really just a precaution. Uh, Fazbear Entertainment denies any wrongdoing." Yeah, because crazy robot murderers are no wrongdoing. "These things happen sometimes. Um... It'll all get sorted out in a few days. Just keep an eye on things and I'll keep you posted."

"Uh, just as a side note though, try to avoid eye contact with any of the animatronics tonight if you can. Someone may have tampered with their facial recognition systems - we're not sure. But the characters have been acting very unusual, almost aggressive towards the staff. They interact with the kids just fine, but when they encounter an adult, they just...stare." I shiver ran up my spine. I didn't like the sound of this.

"Uh...Anyways, hang tight. It'll all pass. Good night!" The line clicked dead. I sighed. Night 4. Let's do this.

2 hours passed. The toy animatronics had all had a go at attacking me, and as the phone guy said I made an effort not to look into their eyes. They had left as normal, and I was feeling pretty good. If I could remember everything to do and stayed focused I'd be ok, right? I tried to keep this positive mindset, even when the old Chica robot appeared in front of me when I put down the cameras. I quickly shoved the Freddy head on, and Chica left soon after.

The rest of the night consisted of attacks from all the old animatronics. The new ones didn't scare me so much, but the old ones had a sort of...possessed feel about them. I shuddered whenever I though of old Bonnie, with his face ripped off. If I found this night so hard, how on Earth was I going to survive night 5?

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