I Will Always Love You

Chapter 3

                                                                        night shift

I groan, stretching as I get up and start getting ready for the night shift I was covering. I took a small nap after my day shift job at Freddy's, getting only a few hours in before i had to get ready again. I changed out of my work uniform into something comfy cause why not, it was the only way i could nap.

I get up, walking over to change into my uniform quickly. I start to walk out of my room, fixing up my hair and whatever else I had to look presentable. I go to the kitchen, getting my bag and a quick snack before I'm putting on my shoes and my keys, going out the door quickly.

its dark out, so dark it looked endless. The stars being the only thing to let me know that it was the sky. 

I hear a crunch nearby and I quickly grasp my bag, being quick in case I need to grab my mase. I let out a breath, my heart rate dropping back to its normal rate.

"Fuck that," I mumble under my breath.

I walk into the building, locking it once I make it inside. I start walking to the security office, a shiver running down my spine once i see the animatronics in the dark. It's just a little creepy.

I make it to the office, putting my bag down by the desk and plopping down in the seat. I look at the stuff on the desk, a fan blowing cool air nearby, a tablet thing showing the different cameras around the building, and a black telephone nearby along with other little random things on the desk.

All of a sudden, the phone rings and i jump slightly, paranoid as hell. I let out a frustrated huff and answer it, putting it on speaker. A man over the phone starts speaking, talking about how the animatronics get quirky? They move? The guards were right?

I shake my head, looking back at the cameras and noticing I had a limit for the power. I hum, turning the tablet off, leaning back in the office chair and grabbing a granola bar from my bag.

"This is gonna be easy," I mumble as I took a bite of my granola bar.

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So far, it had been pretty easy. Apparently, the animatronics did move around, which is what the doors were used for was so they didn't get in. The major one who moved was Bonnie, Chica following close behind. Freddy didn't move much and I had yet to encounter Foxy again. I'll have to tell Henry to just keep him away or something cause he's basically useless at this point.

Speaking of the little demon.

"Fuck," I mumble under my breath as I press the button to the left door, causing it to close as Foxy banged on the door. "Fucking fox," I grumble, checking the battery level to make sure I'm good.

77% and it's 2 am. Cool, good to know.

I sigh, the adrenaline still rushing in my veins from the whole Foxy thing. I hated this, why did i decide to take the shift? I mean, I am getting a bonus, but still. I don't think I'll be taking the night shift for awhile.

It was a few hours later of working and waiting to go home. So far, I had had a few visits from Bonnie, some from Chica not many though, probably like 2 from Freddy and about 3 from Foxy. It was 4 am, almost 5 and I was getting tired, groaning as I realized the time moved so slow. It was so-

"(Y/N)," a small kids voice echos through the office.

I jump, waking up from my semi sleepy state and looking around, my heart pounding so hard in my chest I thought I would fall down and have a heart attack. I look back, seeing a little girl. My eyes expand, turning to the girl as she stands there, brown eyes staring into my soul. She had black pigtails and was wearing a yellow overall dress thing with a stripped shirt on underneath it. She didn't look alive but also looked like every kid I've ever seen.

"What the..." I stand up, staring at her.

The girl looks up at me, other sports coming to join behind her. They didn't show themselves, though, hiding in the shadows. The girl continues looking at me, some kind of expression on her face I couldn't read. 

"He's coming back," she says, getting straight to the point.

I raise a brow. "Who?"

Her expression changes to anger. "Him," she hisses as she leaves, along with the other spirits. 

I gasp as I'm snapped back to reality, hearing the chime of a clock. I look over, seeing it was 6 am, the ending of my shift. 

"What..." I mumble, wondering how the hell an hour passed when it didn't feel like it at all. Jeez, I need sleep.

I pack up my stuff, rubbing my eyes and sighing, carrying my bag as I walk out to the front doors. I unlock the door, opening the door and going outside and then locking the doors again. I knew Henry or someone would be coming soon and unlock it but still, can never be too safe.

I put my bag in the car, getting into the driver seat and starting the car, quickly leaving cause one I was tired two I didn't want to think about what happened. 

I drive away from Freddy's, knowing I wouldn't be working till Monday as it was Saturday. Although, I did have to think about Evan's birthday since in about two weeks I would be working that day as he was having it at Freddy's.

I sigh, turning down the road leading to the graveyard. I get to the opening, turning down the road and driving around, looking at the scenery around. It was still summer a which was causing the sun to get up earlier and everything to be alive. It was nice, but also wasn't.

I turn off my car, opening the door and getting out. I shut the door, walking around the cemetery for awhile before stumbling across my mom's headstone. I wrap my arms around my arms, getting chills as I look at the headstone that made me remember the memories years ago I wish I could bury so deep it was close to the Earth's core.

"Hey, mama." I smile, crouching down and brushing my fingertips over her name and the years of her life. "Been awhile, huh?" I ask, rhetorically. 

I bite my lip, starting to speak to my mom, updating her on life, as if I was actually talking to her. Sure, it had gotten easier to deal with the tragedy we faced a few years ago but that doesn't mean it didn't leave a scar. A scar that still felt like it was healing. A scar that would probably never be fully healed and I would just learn to live with.

I finish my "conversation" with my mom, standing back up and taking it in for a few moments before turning and walking back to my car.

I get into the car, starting it up and navigating my way out of the graveyard and back home. But, the whole time my thoughts never rest. When did they?

I couldn't help thinking about everything else. All those years ago when everything was ok and perfect. About the fact that I gained everything and ended up losing almost all of in the span of only a few months. How everything seemed to just fucking suck.

But there was one that took up a major part of my thoughts.

Was he actually coming back?

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First off, sorry if this is ass, I didn't know what to write 💀 (trust things are gonna get interesting soon tho)

Second, sorry for not posting for a bit. School's kicking my ass, I made my school's hockey team (both JV and V) and just have been really busy and tired. But, I'm starting to get into routine and balance things out in my life and I hope to be writing more and getting the finished book y'all deserve 🙏🏻