Another Five Nights

Night 4

[Mike's POV]

Ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous!

That's what this whole situation is!

I literally have the person who was the closest to my father helping me, but even he has no idea how to go through with what we're trying to do!

Sometimes, I want to just shut my eyes and forget about everything that happened, but my conscience won't let me. I can't sleep easy without knowing that I've set everyone free from their suffering and misery.

With the way that things are going, I probably won't sleep easy ever again.

Not to mention that I can feel my body slowly deteriorating in strength and integrity. My remaining senses are starting to fail me. My survival the night before was a miracle. I wasn't sure I'd be able to pull through like that again.

It's just two more days, then you're free for the weekend to collect your thoughts. This was my only consolation. Just like my school days. Except I'm actually earning something now, though it's not even minimum wage.
I mean, four dollars an hour! Without health insurance! Are you kidding me!?

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As I showed up to work for my fourth night, I felt drastically underprepared. I was still quite exhausted from all that running the night before, and I wasn't sure if I'd be able to handle that again if things went south.

Obvious and critical lesson that I learned; Cameras are my best and only friends, unless Phone Man counts. My senses cannot be trusted, especially not my hearing. If I didn't hear anything, I would 100% check everything. I don't need Bonnie glaring at me again.

Okay! Time to listen to Phone Guy's message for me as I wait for my possible impending doom.

"Hello, hello! Hey! Hey wow, day four. I knew you could do it."

I would have smiled, but something about the man's tone didn't feel right.

"Uh, hey listen. Uh, I may not be around to send you a message tomorrow. Uh, it's-it's been a bad night here... for me. Um, I-I'm kinda glad that I recorded my messages for you, hem Uh, when I did."

The sounds of metallic banging filled the background.
What on Earth is he talking about!? Phonie!?

"Uh hey, do me a favor. Uh maybe sometime, uh, you could check inside those suits... ..uh in the back room? Uh, I'm gonna to try to hold out until someone...checks. Maybe it won't be so bad. Yeah I-I-I-I always wondered what was in all those empty heads... back there, y'know... Oh no."

The receiver dropped from my hand as robotic screeching pierced my eardrums, and I stood rooted in place, unable to find my voice or autonomy.

Phone Man was dead. He had been this entire time. For a whole week.

And he seemed to have had it rough too. The metallic banging; probably Foxy hammering at the door. Les Toreadors started playing in the middle of his speech; Freddy. The strange moaning sounds which briefly played; possibly Bonnie and Chica? And finally, the deep robotic screech like nothing I'd ever heard before, presumably the last sound he ever heard...

I shuddered. I had never met the man personally, yet he's been with me for all the three nights I'd spent here, guiding me the best he could... now I know that he's long gone, like everyone else who has ever been associated with Fazbear's.

My mind wandered to Henry, Jeremy and Toby. These three were probably the only ones still here, the first two because of miracles although they weren't unharmed.
And then there was me.

Although that might not be the case soon, considering that I almost let Chica gallivant into my office as these depressing thoughts crowded my brain.

Gosh, Phone Man died on this night. He's been working here for years! I don't have as much experience here! I can't afford to be careless!

And so the games begun. I had my eye on every single animatronic, not letting them out of my sight.
Bonnie and Chica had started making low, moaning noises when they came to my door, and their heads twitched violently whenever I turned the lights on. If anything, the sounds were to my advantage, because it was easier to tell whenever they were near my doors.

What wasn't working to my advantage was the fact that Freddy was gone from his stage as well. I could hear him laughing every time he moved. Keeping an eye on him on the cameras helped-- it slowed him down-- but it was still difficult.

I grew more and more tired as the night progressed, wanting nothing more than to sit down on my chair for a moment and take a breath, but I was constantly running between the doors and the cameras.

Funny story: at some point, I leaned against the "Celebrate" poster, and my head hit the picture of Freddy, and pressed its nose. It made a loud "honk" that made me jump almost 30 feet in the air.

By around 5 am, I was just begging for the night to end. I was super low on power, exhausted and fatigued. I was tempted to just close both the doors and pray, but I knew I didn't have enough power to handle that.

I could feel my legs shaking beneath me. They felt like jelly. I hadn't properly rested them all day since the night before, and I was suffering the consequences now.

I had to drag my feet behind me as I walked, using the table for support.

Please, just end the night already...

The lights flickered, and then turned off. Les Toreadors started to play.

There was Freddy. In my doorway. Preparing to strike.

I mentally debated whether or not to make a run for it. The thought of leaving my office was physically painful. Besides, Foxy would probably catch me in the middle of my sprint, and I would most likely collapse midway anyway.

Then again, staying there was a death-wish, with Freddy singing to me in the doorway.
(Well, not literally singing, but you get the idea.)

Finally, I sighed defeatedly. I was doomed. I was dead. Just like Phone Man and all the other nightguards before me. I was about to get stuffed into a suit, and I'd never see the light of day again.

Well, life was fun while it lasted. Oh, who am I kidding, it never was. But it's better than the fate that was coming closer and closer with every passing second.
At least once that happens, I'll know that I tried my best; that I literally did everything I could to fix things. Maybe this won't be so bad. I might be trapped, but I could finally rest easy...

DONG DONG DONG DONG

The pre-recorded, cheerful shrieks of children pulled me out of my reverie. Freddy was no longer in the doorway. I was alive. I was free. I'd won. I'd made it through the night.

Why did my heart feel so heavy?
Why was there this lingering disappointment?