Fnaf - How Was This For Kids?!

Night 3

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[Frankie Fazbear's Pizzaplace, 11:48 PM]

"Alright, back again." (Y/N) muttered as he sat down in the office, stretching in his chair.
It's only been a day since he's been in here, but it feels like a lot longer...

Before entering the building, Jorge had confronted him, angrily mumbling about something.
He had said something along the lines of 'you should be fired, lucky asshole..' and had stomped off to his car.

(Y/N) had a feeling he knew what Jorge was mad about.

Anyway, leaving his house was a little weird today; Grape and Eleanor were having a staring contest the entire time he was getting ready, and they hardly acknowledged his existence, which is fine, he was used to that sort of thing. Neglectful parents and whatnot.

Anyway, he's sitting in the office, waiting for the phone to start ringing, and doing his usual thing of looking around the office. Unlike last time, however, and the time before that, he's got himself some coffee! He ain't gonna pass out this time! He sits it on the desk.

Anyway, while he's looking around the office, he finds, would you believe it, yet another plush toy. He picks it up, noticing that it was a Foxy toy this time. He wondered who was leaving these things. It probably wasn't Jorge. If the things were his, they would be with him. He's not really complaining but.... Wait, why was he even collecting these things? Is this his choice?
Why is he only thinking about this now?

He looked back behind him, specifically at the door, badly trying to blend in with the wall. He wondered if that had something to do with it. He had no reason to think this, but he can't help but wonder....

His thoughts were interrupted by the phone ringing. He answered the phone, setting it on speaker.

The lady in the other end of the phone yawned. "Hello? Hello, hello? Ah, I see you've made it to night three. Surprised you haven't up and left yet. That's pretty common with a lot of people for some reason." Shuffling was heard, probably her readjusting herself in her seat. "So, anyway, I'm just checking on you, letting you know you're not alone in this. Just so you know, and pardon my language, shit's gonna get real tonight."

(Y/N) raised an eyebrow. What could that mean?

"Foxy has been looking rather shifty lately. I suggest looking out for her. Remember, doors, lights, power. Don't run out of power! Stuff's expensive. Anyway, Imma stop bothering you, good night." The phone clicked, and (Y/N) sat in wonderment. What the actual hell could she have possibly meant when she said 'shit's gonna get real tonight'?

He looked back at the plush. He remembered what happened with Bonnie and Chica, and the fact that there was a couple of plush toys before they... Uh, copulated with him. That's the word, right?

He could only imagine what's going to happen tonight, but he had a feeling that it was gonna end with him paralyzed from the waist down.

He picked up the tablet, looking at the clock while doing so.

12:13

He checked the stage cam.
Frankie was alone, but instead of staring ahead like she usually does, she's smirking at the camera. She knew something.
What it was, he wasn't sure, but he knew she knew something, or was planning something, or whatever. You don't just look at someone like that, and are not planning something.