"Ahhhh!" Cathryn screamed at the screen, as if it could help her. No, Bonnie's magenta eye stayed focused on the camera. He was so close she couldn't see anything else besides bits of purple fur peeking in at the corners of the feed. "What is he doing?" No one responded to her, of course.
Cathryn dropped off the chair to the icy floor, where the walkie now lay silent. She grabbed it and frantically called for Markus.
"What is it?"
"Bonnie! He's just staring at the camera. He didn't just twitch, he crossed the room and is staring at me!"
"Surely he doesn't know you're there, so he can't be staring at you." Markus' reasoning made sense, but when Cathryn glanced up over the edge of the desk at the screen, she couldn't help but feel that Bonnie was making direct eye contact with her on purpose. She hunched back down, curled up on the floor, safely out of the computer's sight.
"But he is, I just know it. What do I do?"
"Didn't that one guy say you were fine? Bonnie shouldn't move very much, right?"
"Not according to this notebook."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Cathryn slowly reached her arm above her head, so the palm of her hand sat on the desk's cold, metal surface. Slowly, she tapped around, blindly stretching for the notebook. Eventually, her finger brushed against the leather cover, finally giving her its position. Quickly, she yanked it down to join her in hiding.
"On one of the pages, someone wrote about the robots sneaking around at night." Cathryn silently flipped through the pages, her mouth as dry as sandpaper when she finally came to the drawn image she was searching for.
"And...?" Markus prompted.
"And they drew this horrible image of the robot...of Freddy...oh I wish I had my phone so I could just take a picture!"
"Cat, come on! What is it?" Markus said eagerly, curiosity lacing his voice. Cathryn could picture him sitting in his dark room on the edge of his seat, slowly leaning towards his walkie talkie with his beaming, excited grin. One of his bushy eyebrows would arch precariously high, making his brow crinkle. The image helped Cathryn's stomach and she refused to glance down at the notebook, for fear that her nausea would return.
"Someone sketched out Freddy dragging a torn up man down the hall, towards a door labeled 'Repair Room'."
"Why would someone draw that?"
"I don't know, but there's more. The guy is in a security outfit and covered in bruises and cuts, at least, that's what it looks like. Someone wrote next to it: 'Get out, don't let them–'" Cathryn was shaking as her eyes focused on the dark words in front of her, "'–stuff you.'"
"Stuff you?"
"Some of the other notes hint towards people getting stuffed into animatronic suits. There are newspaper cutouts on missing people..." Cathryn shut the journal and latched it closed with a loud snap. A blotch appeared on its messy cover, and Cathryn realized that a few hot tears had run down her cheeks. Her eyes widened in shock and she wiped them away quickly.
"You don't think that's real, do you?" Markus hesitantly whispered. She crawled to her knees and peered up over the edge of the desk to see the computer. Bonnie's face was no longer there.
"I don't know, but I don't want to find out." Taking deep breaths, the weight of the situation finally hit Cathryn. There was a big difference between staying at a creepy restaurant every night versus trying to survive trapped in a creepy restaurant every night. Her hands were shaking so hard that while climbing back into her chair, she almost dropped the walkie multiple times.
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Fanfiction"As anxiety pooled in her stomach, it was all she could do to keep from throwing up on his leg and giving away her position. Yet she knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that Freddy could sense where she was hiding. There was nowhere she could go in t...