The pink-mustached man was very stressed. He was practically throwing a tantrum.
"JUST TURN IT TO SIX" He yelled at the clock. Or was it the fan? They were so close on the metal desk in front of him it was hard to tell. He heard a creak in the vents, so he dawned his Freddy mask. His breathing was faint but harsh from hyperventilating off and on for nearly 6 hours now. The creaks of the vents told him the animatronic left.
"Don't make eye contact, don't make eye contact..." The strong man repeated with a bit of a lisp from his mustache hanging a bit in his mouth. It was fake, but his profuse sweating kept making it slip. He repeated those lines, quietly, mimicking the phone call he received not soon after he reached his swivel seat. He wound the music box in the prize corner remotely, just like normal, and had to flash his flashlight, just like normal. He flashed his flashlight multiple times, because it wasn't working. That meant there was an animatronic in the hallway.
"When is there ever NOT one of those things in the HALLWAY!?" He whisper-shouted. But he heard a small voice... He couldn't make out what it said though.
"That wasn't Balloon Boy... That wasn't a laugh..." He checked the cameras in the vents and Balloon Boy was no where to be seen. In fact, there were no animatronics to be seen at all...
"Whaaaaat's going on heeeere..." He checked the hallway with his flashlight again, but first smacking the butt of it against the palm of his hand near his ear to make sure the batteries were still inside. Chink. They were. He hesitantly pressed the button and saw Toy Freddy in the hallway. He chuckled.
