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ᶠᵃᵐᶦˡᶦᵃʳ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ¡〢✶╏𝟐𝟎

𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐜 - 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨 𝐛𝐨𝐲.
"𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐱𝐞𝐝
𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬
𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢'𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤,
𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐜."

𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘.

𝟏𝟐:𝟎𝟎𝐀𝐌.

i'm curious to hear tonight's phone call.

i can only wonder.

funnily enough, the familiar phone ringing brings me a bit of relief. it feels.. a little nice knowing i'm not the only one going through this.

and the phone ringing begins.

"hello, hello hello?"

"hey! hey, wow, day four. i knew you could do it."

the woman speaks in a rushed state, or so it sounds.

"uh, hey, listen, i... may not be around to send you a message tomorrow."

heavy door banging is audible on the other line. i feel my heart tighten in worry.

"it's-it's been a bad night here for me. um, i-i'm kinda glad that I recorded my messages for you.." she clears her throat. "uh, when i did."

the banging ensues as she stays quiet.

"i'm scared." she says through bated breath.

"could you.. do me a favour? maybe sometime, uh, you could check inside those suits in the back room?"

"i'm gonna try to hold out until someone checks. maybe it won't be so bad."

"uh, i-i always wondered what was in all those empty heads, back there." she gives a poor excuse of a chuckle, given the situation. the loss of sanity was possibly creeping up on her.

i could hear freddy's music over the line, similar to yesterday when i had ran out of power and nearly died..

"you know..." for a moment i'm not sure what i'm hearing, it's some sort of animatronic moan.

"oh no-" the phone call is obscured by a garbled scream that resembles one of an animatronic, which is then followed by static.

shit.

what the fuck do i do?

i quickly turn on the monitor and check to see if anyone's off stage, and luckily there hasn't been any movement just yet.

fuck it.

i sit up from my swivel chair and grab the first flashlight i see, which luckily is right on my desk. flicking it on, i exit the office using the left door, and i sprint down the hallway stained with who-know's-what.

reaching pirate cove, i'm surprised to see foxy's snout peeking out of the violet curtains. i'm not sure what i'm doing, but in no way am i letting this slide.

i pass by the party hat bearing tables and reach the employees only room. the wild thumping of my heart is louder than i expected.

i reach for the doorknob, but as i twist it, i come to the realization that it's locked. lovely.

i should have a key, or should have received one, but i apparently don't.

my mind runs across the infinite possibilities, knowing i'm currently in the most vulnerable position right now, out in the open, with only a flash light, in a haunted kids' restaurant...