Another Five Nights

Night One

Remember Susie,                                                                                                                                                                    Remember Gabriel,                                                                                                                                                                Remember Fritz,                                                                                                                                                                      Remember Jeremy,                                                                                                                                                                Remember... It's Me

"Hello? Hello hello?..."

Honestly, I'd stopped paying attention after those first few words. I knew what I was doing. Check the cams, check the doors, and if I see an animatronic, hit the door button. Don't run out of power and don't let the animatronics into my office. I didn't need some stupid ex-employee to tell me what to do over a recorded message. Father had already trained me for this kind of thing, albeit unintentionally. It's hardly different from what I do everyday at home... except the animatronics have less teeth and the doors use power and my office is much smaller than my bedroom.

I took a chug out of my striped soda cup and turned off the fan; it consumed too much power, power I'd need for the doors. To compensate for the excessive heat in the office without the fan, I took off my mask and started fanning myself the best I could with my loosely stitched hand.

It was quite dark in there. Awfully enclosed. Apparently, it would kill Management to install a fan that does not use up "door power". Or at the very least, punch a hole through one of the walls and call it a window. Or at the very, very least, give the nightguard a goddamn flashlight if they're not going to install a light that actually illuminates the entire room like a decent lightbulb should!

I suppose I have no right to complain. I knew the working conditions would be awful, but I applied anyway. This pizzeria shut down years ago, for Christ's sake! Why should I expect lavish, air-conditioned rooms with sufficient leg-space? It's a miracle the nightguard position is still open!

Something about the fact that the poster on the wall was asking me to "Celebrate" just pissed me off even more. The animatronics on the poster seemed just as eager to celebrate as I was, with their dead, dead eyes. I guess we're all dead inside, aren't we?

The drawings on the walls seemed to be the only things which had something resembling life in them. Oh, and also the weird, toothed cupcake on the table that I think is supposed to be Chica's. I thought it was just a toy or a decoration at first, but then I noticed its eyes following me. It seemed comparatively harmless to the cupcake at home, so I didn't pay it much mind, although I kept an eye on it, because I'm not a fan of funny business.

And there goes Bonnie! Gone from his stage!

I switched cameras, trying to track him down, finding him glaring at me backstage on camera 5.

"Dang," I thought. "This is gonna be a long, slow night."

The first night is never usually that bad anyway. Pretty boring, frankly. Yes, Bonnie and Chica were at my doors once or twice, but I could feel myself dozing off half the time. Besides, I could really, really use some sleep at this point...

I leaned back in my chair, contemplating the choices that led me to this point in life. I came to the conclusion that... well... there were too many. Too many stupid, avoidable circumstances that have made my life a bloody living hell.

With that conclusion in mind, half an hour's worth of power saved, and fifteen minutes left on the clock, I decided to shut both the doors until the shift was over and rest for a moment...