Chapter 8: Don't be scared

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After an hour of sleep, three hours of parental abuse and twelve hours of isolation in your room, you get out of your parents' house and get back to Freddy Fazbear's Pizza for the third night in a row. You feel exhausted and don't know how you're going to make it through the night.

"I gotta stay awake if I don't want to die..."

You fall into your seat and automatically pick up the phone.

"Hello hello! See, I told you you wouldn't have any problems!"

"Yeah yeah, whatever..."

"Did... uh... Foxy appear in the hallway? Probably not. I was just curious. Like I said, he has always been my favorite. They tried to remake Foxy, you know? They thought the first one was too scary. So they redesigned him to be more kid friendly and put him in the Kid's Cove to keep the toddlers entertained, you know. But kids these days just can't keep their hands to themselves. The staff literally had to put Foxy back together during just every shift. So eventually they just stopped trying and left him in some kind of "take apart, put back together" attraction. Now he's just a mess of parts. I think the employees refer to him as just... "The Mangle"."

"Of course he did come in several times! Oh, this is why he looks like that... I've always thought he was a "she"..."

"Uh... oh, hey! Before I go, I wanted to ease your mind about any rumors you might have heard lately. You know how these local stories come and go and seldom mean anything. I can personally assure you that, whatever is going on out there, however tragic it may be, has nothing to do with our establishment. I-It's just all rumor and speculation, people trying to make a buck, you know. Our guard during the day has reported nothing unusual, and he's on watch from opening till close."

"I don't know what kind of rumors you're talking about, man, but okay."

"Okay, well anyway, hang in there and I'll talk with you tomorrow."

"Yep, bye."

You hang up and wind up the music box. You feel like your head is spinning.

"I'll just take a few seconds to rest..."

You rest your head on your arms, laying on the desk, soon falling asleep.

When you wake up, you feel a strand of your hair (if possible) being pulled up. You quickly open your eyes and back away from whatever was touching you, screaming. 

A tall withered blue bunny with scarlett red eyes is standing in front of your desk. His face is missing, leaving a dark gap with wires dangling all over, which makes his eyes barely visible. He has round, thin teeth on his bottom jaw and is wearing a dark red bowtie and two small black buttons beneath it. He has holes tattering his limbs, revealing the endoskeletton in some places. Besides his missing face, the biggest detail that can be seen is that his left arm is completely missing aswell.

He jolts a little and steps back as you shriek in fear.

"P̴l̶e̴a̵-̴a̶s̶e̸ ̵d̶o̴-̴o̵n̵'̵t̴ ̵b̴-̷b̷e̵ ̸s̴-̸s̵c̴a̵-̵a̶-̷a̵r̶e̶d̸.̷.̵.̷" The animatronic says in a glitchy voice with a strong australian accent.

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